#sad i didn't notice the missing teeth when i grabbed the head but seriously it was dark and smelling really bad

[pigsheadonastick]

Stinky boy is clean! He probably was an old boy so I'm happy I could give him a home to rest his head at least. ❤

He probably would use some more cleaning tbh but i like when the bones have this natural look, not exactly dirty but not totally white. If it's clean and degreased enough to not smell I'm okay with it, but if it still bother me when it is fully dry so I'll give it a second bath.

[lia-bones]

The night when everything collapses

Remus Lupin x Reader

Summary: It is a full moon night. Remus was gone as always. (Y/N) was alone until she received an unexpected visitor who brought terrible news.

Warnings: Angst, Angst, Angst, Swear words, injuries, dead, murder, tears and grief.

Words: 2154

Author note: I am so sorry. So sorry. Why do I always write angst stories? It was so difficult for me to write that. It always depressed me so much. I wrote it over several days because I always needed a break from the grief.

(English is not my main language. I apologize for all misspellings, grammatical errors, and translation errors.)

not my gif

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It was a restless night. The wind rattled the windows and the moon cast dark shadows in the room. It was pouring, so that large puddles formed on the ground.

The sky was deep black, only now and then the full moon shine through the gaps in the cloud cover. Nobody would be on their feet voluntarily on nights like this. (Y/N) would now prefer to be in her bed, cuddling with her boyfriend, under a thick blanket.

On other nights that wouldn't be a problem at all. But on nights like this it wasn't. Not because of the rain or the storm, but because of the lunar circle. Her boyfriend couldn't be with her on full moon nights, and she couldn't be with him. He would never let that happen. He was infected with lycanthropy as a child. Since then he turned into a werewolf every full moon. Just like today. Usually his friends would be with him but they were all busy.

James was with his wife and one year old son and Sirius and Peter were on missions for the Order. So Remus spent that night alone. But she would wait for him. Just like she always did.

(Y/N) was mixing batter for brownies when there was a knock on the door. Confused, she looked out the window. The moon was still in the sky, so there was no chance Remus would be back. Maybe it was Lily who just wanted to sleep for a few hours without being woken up by Baby Harry. The poor boy was just getting his first teeth and screamed terribly at night.

"I'm coming, I'm coming. No need to rush." she called when there was another knock on the door. This time louder.

She wiped off her hands with a towel and then hurried across the living room to the door.

She held her wand tightly in her hand as she opened the door, ready just in case.

Whoever stood in front of her house made the young woman pause.

Her former Hogwarts teacher, professor mcgonagall, was standing in the open doorway with an expression on her face that made (Y/N)'s hair stand up.

"Miss (Y/L/N). May I come in. I've got news that I can't deliver out here.

The younger woman nodded a little confused and took a few steps to the side to make room for her teacher to enter.

Both women stood facing each other in silence. (Y/N) kneaded her hands and looked at the floor. The behavior of the normally so composed woman, scared her a little.

The older woman looked nervous, her eyes were red and she was breathing hard.

"P .. Professor? ...what is it that you have to tell me?"

The mood in the room was tense. McGonagall didn't look at her at first.

The feeling that something was wrong spread through every fiber of (Y/N) body.

And now that the eyes of the two women met, she noticed that tears were running down the teacher's slightly wrinkled cheeks.

"I have bad news (Y/N). Terrible things have happened."

(Y/N) bit her lip and started breathing hard. She opened her eyes wide and tears formed in the corners of her eyes.

Her mouth go completely dry and she was terrified of what McGonagall was about to tell her.

"Voldemort attacked the Potters. Lily and James ... they ... they are dead."

The statement came in a whisper.

(Y/N) suddenly couldn't breathe. As if all the air had left the room. Tears ran down her cheeks, which had turned a deep red from the lack of air. Her lip had started bleeding from biting too hard.

It couldn't be. What her teacher just told her couldn't be. Lily and James couldn't be dead, she had seen them yesterday.

"Kinds of Miss (Y / L / N). You have to take a deep breath." McGonagall said, placing both hands on the younger woman's shoulders. (Y/N) looked at her with a panicked expression and stammered: "No. No, no, no, no, no. This can not be true. Please, please tell me this is not true. They can't be dead. YThey have to live ... they ... " The older woman cut her off by patting her lightly on the shoulder.

"I wish I was lying. Unfortunately, it's the truth. They were found dead in ther house an hour ago."

(Y/N) Face color went from deep red to pale.

So pale that you could see the blue veins on her neck and face shimmering through the skin. She felt as if someone had kicked her head. McGonagall wasn't lying. Why should she lie about something like that? Two of her best friends were, in deed, dead. She would never see them again. James and Lily, who had just started a family, were no longer with them.

And then it came to (Y/N) mind. The Potter family. James, Lily and Harry. McGonagall hadn't said anything about Harry. What's about Harry?

"What about Harry? Is Harry alive? You didn't say Harry was dead! That means he's alive, right? Or? You bring him here ,right? " she exclaimed furiously and grabbed the woman opposite by the upper arms.

McGonagall released her grip, but still held her hands tightly. A sad smile formed on her face that did not reach her eyes and slowly shook her head.

(Y/N) jerked her hands back and her mouth fell open.

McGonagall pulled her lips in and didn't meet her eyes.

"Yes. Harry is alive. He is fine. He only has a cut on his forehead. But we're not going to bring him here. Dumbledore has decided that Harry will be taken to the Dursley's. Harry is probably safest there, he says. Voldemort may be gone, but you never know what his followers are up to. Nobody will suspect him there. Away from the magic world, with the Muggles." explained Minerva matter-of-factly and folded her arms in front of her body.

(Y/N) was speechless for a moment. The old man couldn't mean that seriously.

"To the Dursleys? Really? That can't be serious! We are his family. He had it better with us than with them. They don't love him. They don't care. Who knows what they're doing to him!" She pleaded and gestured with her arms. The woman opposite took a few steps backwards and looked at the floor in shame.

"You are his family too. They are blood relatives. He's safer with them."

(Y/N) tensed her jaw and bit her cheek until she tasted the metallic taste of blood.

They couldn't mean that seriously. These people had never been interested in Harry before. Harry would be safe with them too.

"Such a crap. He belongs here. To me, Remus and Sirius ... we are ... "

Again she was interrupted by McGonagall, who drew in a sharp breath when she called Sirius' name.

(Y/N) closed her mouth and looked at her inquiringly.

"There's other bad news that I have to deliver. Sirius Black was brought to Azkaban some time ago by the Aurors, which he will never leave again. He was convicted of murdering numerous Muggles and Peter Pettigrew in cold blood.He betrayed us."

(Y/N) slumped. Her knees hit the floor and her hands caught her torso. She felt as if she was about to throw up, but she could only choke dryly.

McGonagall was about to take a few steps towards her again to comfort the young woman when she suddenly hit the floor with her fists and let out a desperate scream.

"FUCKING BULLSHIT. YOU LIE TO ME! THAT CANNOT BE TRUE. FUCKING LIED DIRT SHIT!"

McGonagall stared down at her with wide eyes and made a wry face.

"No Miss (Y/L/N). I'm so sorry. But there is nothing to be done about it."

(Y/N) gasped in response.

"I'll meet Dumbledore in a moment to hand Harry over to his aunt and uncle. Have a seat and calm down, please. Harry will be fine and as soon as he gets to Hogwarts you can see him again. Please, (Y/N). There is nothing we can do now. Calm down, we will send you more information soon.

I ask you to pass the latest events on to Remus as soon as he gets back. I think you can tell him the best. Be there for one another in these difficult time."

The older teacher put a hand on her head for a moment to comfort her and then turned away and left the house.

(Y/N) was left alone.

she sat on the floor and felt her whole body wrapped in cold. The horrible realization that she had lost three of her best friends that night ate into her bones. The lights in the whole house flickered and she felt the magic going crazy inside her. She screamed from the top of her lungs and at that moment several glasses cracked in the club.

She curled up on the floor like a fetus and hugged her legs. The tears furrowed her cheeks and there was a lump the size of a quoffel in her throat.

It hurt so much. Everything hurt so much. It was like her skin was on fire, her bones break like matches and her inside, felt like she'd swallowed acid.

Crying didn't feel like enough for (Y/N), the emotions in her just had to get out.

She pulled herself up and walked into the kitchen on shaky legs.

Her baking ingredients were on the counter as she had left them. She clawed her hands in the sideboard and blinked to get a clear view again.

"Fuck, Shit, damn it!"

With a quick arm movement, she ripped everything off the kitchen counter. Flour, milk and eggs were scattered on the floor and on the walls, with broken glass from the dough bowl in between.

With a heartbreaking sob, (Y/N) fell into the mess.

She lay down on the site and with her arms pulled her legs to her chest as tightly as she could. Splinters pecked her face, but she made no move to change that. At least, the sting reminded her that she was still there and hadn't just dissolved.

Hours passed like seconds and before she even realized it, the door opened and heavy steps shuffled through the house.

"(Y/N), dear. I'm home. Are you awake?" Remus called in a limp voice looking for his girlfriend.

She heard how he came closer, how the footsteps got louder and louder. But she couldn't move, couldn't answer him.

'How am I supposed to tell him? How am I supposed to tell him that his whole family is dead? ' she thought and screwed up her eyes more tightly.

"Hey (Y/N/N), what about the glasses ..." Remus asked as he entered the kitchen, but stopped when he saw his girlfriend lying on the floor.

"Fuck! (Y/N)! Fuck! what the fuck happened?" he exclaimed excitedly, hurried across the kitchen and fell on his knees next to his girlfriend.

Carefully he stroked her cheek and held her hand with the other.

She blinked and looked up at him. His face was pale gray and there were a few new scratches on his face.

She sucked in air through clenched teeth and let it out with a sob.

"(Y/N). Hey love, what happened? Please talk with me." her boyfriend whispered, leaning further down to her.

She sat up and leaned her back against the wall. For a moment she could only stare at him. How was she supposed to tell him something that she knew would hurt him immeasurably?

Just as he opened his mouth again to say something, she said in a scratchy voice: "Something bad has happened."

Confused, he drew his eyebrows together and brushed the last glass of residue off her cheek.

She opened her mouth again to continue speaking, but only brought out a hoarse croak.

She couldn't look at him. We didn't want to see the pain in his eyes when she was about to ram a Methaforic knife into his chest.

"Hey look at me. It won't be that bad. Everything will be fine."

She looked back at him and instantly tears began to gather in her eyes again.

'No. It was worse. Much worse.'

"Remus, sit down." she whispered and took his hands as he did as he was told.

Her throat went dry and she started shaking all over.

"I do not know how I should begin. I don't want to say it. That would only make it more real...."

[natebuzzlover344]

First of all, i’m sorry for my english and grammar. And this is a chapter of one of my wattpad stories named “Cliché”

It’s a Mitch Rapp fanfiction, if you like it i will continue to translate it in english.

I don’t own this gif (take it from pinterest)

I stand in front of the mirror looking at my sad reflex. My skin is whiter than milk, and the dark circles around my eyes look awful to me, the redness of the bruise around my eyes has been pierced by small thin veins.

I'm in a tough, tough time. I do not feel well. It was as if all evil had come upon me. I take a foundation with two shades darker from the cherry blush on the table. I need to have a little color, I look like a corpse.

I pour a few drops into my palms and start stretching in front of me. My blue eyes, like the sea, watched as my face began to come to life.

At just twenty-three, my embers-black hair begins to turn white at the roots. The stress is too great. I'm surrounded by people, but I feel lonely. Empty inside.

After applying a layer of mascara on my long lashes, I get up from my chair and take my red dress off the bed.

The bitter taste of sadness is the only aroma I have been feeling for more than three years. The judgment of the people around me depresses me, as if cutting me in the flesh.

My name is Jenna Lockwood and I'm probably the most fake person you've ever met.

After I put on the dress, I look in the mirror and struggle to smile. The red dress fit perfectly on my waist, and the square neckline highlighted my golden necklace, received as a gift from a good friend. I untie my hair and let it fall, reaching close to my hips.

Now that I'm ready, it's time to leave for a new white night in which I will hide my sadness and insecurities behind a mask. White Nights for black days.

I walk in the door of the club excited by the colorful strobe lights and the catchy music that sings so loud it seems to shake the club. The smell of liquor and expensive perfume was all that pleased my nasal senses. People dancing perfectly to the music, lovers making obscene signs without inhibitions, drunks and drunks falling on the stairs in the bathroom, that's my world. The world without prejudices.

I make room using my elbows through the crowd to reach the bar on the side of the club. It seems that the handsome blonde with long hair up to his ears was working hard flaming a few glasses.

“Ohoo, my man!” I yell at him to hear the music and I lean over the bar to clap with him.

He has been my friend since childhood, somehow our friendship lasted despite the years. Although he does not agree with my lifestyle, he understands my pain and respects my decisions.

"Lanna, I thought you'd miss the party!" Michael replies with a wide smile on his face.

The blonde returns to take the bottle of bacardi, already knowing what I usually order, but tonight I thought of drinking something new.

"Why don't you make me a margarita?" I ask, raising both my eyebrows.

Michael smiles at me and takes a glass of daisy from his stand, then greases the top of the glass with water, then dips it in salt and then pours tequila and triple dry.

I could already feel salivating seeing the beautiful pale green liquid poured into the glass. To make matters worse, Michael squeezes another lemon and hands me my glass.

I take the money out of the black envelope but Michael stops me.

“You know the start is from me!” he says friendly.

“ I always forget, some interesting people?” I ask, sipping my glass.

"About that, I understand that friends of the owner will be coming tonight, some dubious ones, be careful ..." Michael informed me, looking around.

I nod and offer a kiss on the cheek. I wink at them, then walk away to the bar and join the crowd of people dancing as if there were no more tomorrow.

I begin to move to the rhythms of the song Feel so close, occasionally sipping from my glass. The taste of tequilla caresses my taste buds.

A tall man with an enviable athletic body had appeared in front of me. He wore a black T-shirt and a pair of jeans of the same color, torn, accessorized with a chain. His beard was a little overgrown, and his hair was quite long with a gorgeous brown.

I approached the charming man in the rhythm of the dance, putting the glass of daisies around his neck, then leaving it on a nearby table.

The mysterious brunette moved in decline with me, giving me a small smile. He wasn't the kind of boy you'd see everywhere, he had a unique face that stood out from the rest of the males around here. The rhythm of the music pushed me closer and closer to him.

I took the opportunity to look at him closely and feel my amber-colored eyes soften in his eyes, not to mention the small drops of honey that were hiding in his iris.

“I've never seen you here and believe me I come very often!” I whisper in his ear to hear the music.

“It’s the first time, this pleace is awesome!” He replied very excited.

The guy grabs my hand and spins me around, and with a strong pull I get to stick my chest tightly to his. I notice a few strands of hair settling over his eye so I reach for his hand and place his hair on his back.

It had been a while since we had been dancing, the songs seemed to change from second to second.

The rest of the evening I felt like in a story. I danced until I felt my sandals tighten and the kamikaze shots flowed incessantly around our necks. I was at the entrance of the club, the cool summer breeze drying the drops of water that flowed on my body. The handsome brunette takes a pack of cigarettes from his jeans pocket, then carries a cigarette with an orange filter in his mouth.

"My name is Lanna, I think you should know that we've been dancing for more than five hours," I say sarcastically.

“I’m Mitch, very glad to meed you, ma’ lady” he say very charming.

I watched him curiously as he drew so pathetically from the cigarette that it was almost over. It seemed to me that he was stressed, I had never seen anyone smoke a cigarette so quickly.

As soon as he throws the cigarette in the ashtray, he lights another cigarette. The silence of the night put me back in my bitter thoughts, I didn't want peace anymore. The silence depresses me. I stared blankly under the starry sky, searching for a lifeline in my own thoughts.

"Look up!" he tells me with a smile.

His voice instantly woke me from my thoughts, as if it were a crack that pulled me out of my trance.

I conform quickly and feel him wipe the underside of my eye with his fingertips.

"Your mascara had spread," he announced, smiling.

"Oh, thank you," I say through gritted teeth.

I look back at a fixed point and am blocked again by thoughts. I have become addicted to noise, the silence is stifling.

Two young people in love leave the club. A couple who have been visiting the area for more than half a year. I always tried them with admiration, in their case it seems that love and fun are on the same waterline.

This time they didn't come out with a smile up to their ears and holding hands. They seemed to be arguing.

"I'll put my hand in the fire in a few seconds because the guy will slap him," Mitch says, laughing as he looks at the two of them.

I see the skinny blonde slap him hard on the face, turning her head completely.

"She's going to leave now," Mitch continued, as if anticipating the couple's every move.

Indeed, the girl walks away, but the man grabs her arm and turns her away. The variety continues to quarrel, vaguely hearing the girl's tickled voice screaming at him. Probably fed up with the conversation, the man hurried back and entered the club nervously, leaving the girl with his eyes "in the sun".

"Sad show," He commented, lighting a third cigarette.

I take a pack of slim cigarettes out of my envelope and light one. I watched the blonde sit on the curb and cry with her head in her hands.

I never felt the taste of love, I had a few relationships, but I didn't bother. I didn't think anyone would ever love me, after all, if I don't love myself, what can I expect from people?

"I didn't think love hurt," I say, looking at the girl as she wipes her makeup off her face.

"It hurts harder than anything," He says seriously.

“Love shouldn't hurt ... Loneliness hurts, rejection hurts, losing a person hurts, envy hurts”

“Did you list some examples, or did you say what hurts you?” he asks, looking me straight in the eye.

His question had hit me in the head, keeping my mouth wide open looking at him confused. His question was like a slap in the face.

"Forgive me, I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.You've changed since I went out, what's the matter with you, Lanna?”

Mitch kept in touch, emphasizing everything with his hand over mine. I look at him confused, trying to convey a state of frustration, then I start laughing amused. Confusion had appeared instantly on his face.

“Sorry, but I remembered those cliché scenes when the guy asks the girl if she's fine-“

"She's lying to him, telling him she's fine," he continued.

“Exactly!”

"Then let's do something else, what would you tell me Maybe we won't meet again, maybe the roads will bring us back again. Maybe we will become the memory of a pleasant night. We don't know what life has in store for us. You have nothing to lose.

His realism intrigued me. It implied to me that he was open-minded. I sigh, as if without that sigh I wouldn't have had the strength to speak.

“Have you ever felt depressed?" Instead of reassuring you, does it feel like eating live? I ask, sitting down on the metal bench next to me.

“ Yes, I have moments, but all these worries have a cause.”

“ I feel like I want to break up, like me. Sadness, suffering, hot tears and annoying looks.” I say sad

"Have you ever thought we'll drive too much?" he asks in a melancholy tone.

“We think too much about everything, every look, every text.”

“Maybe we should blame ourselves, maybe we will break our hearts, but personal mistakes that are just the basis of suffering. We build the walls ourselves.”

His words seemed to caress my soul, opening my eyes to new perspectives. Is it my fault for these cruel states? For years I threw the arrows of blame on my mother.

Stubborn by nature, I did not want to attest to the fact that I could be the creator of my own agony.

I watch the sky light up, helping the sun to reveal its hot rays, indicating to me that I should go home.

"And another night has passed," he sats, looking at the beautiful sunrise painting the sky in beautiful shades of pink and red.

"I think I should go home," I say, taking my phone out of the envelope and ordering an uber.

"Let's smoke one more cigarette," he says, as if he doesn't want tonight to end.

His words form a smile on my face. I take out a new cigarette and hold it to my lips, and he lights it with a lighter. Our eyes meet, and for a few seconds I forgot I had to smoke.

Looking at him more closely, I noticed small scarred cuts running down his rough face. I was so curious about him. What he does, what his passions are, what brings a smile to his face. On second thought, I didn't want this night to end either.

"I know it may sound cliché, and you may already know that, but you're very beautiful," he says, lost in my eyes.

I thank him and see a blue bay parked right in front of us. Looks like my uber has arrived and will break me from this desired moment.

"Looks like my car has arrived," I say through gritted teeth.

“I really liked this night, Lanna, I hope we meet again, maybe life will last with us” he blushed sincerely kissing my hand.

"I hope so."

I say goodbye to the man who gave me the most beautiful night and I get in the car, looking nostalgically as I walk away from him.

[amenomiko]

Thank you for the request!

So SORRY for the LONG WAIT. It took me a while to choose (because for this kind of thing, all 10 warlords is too much and there's no specific warlords chosen I will follow the rules in "RULES OF REQUEST" as for me to choose the warlords for this storyline ya)

I find these requests are almost the same and so I will make it into one story then ❤.

So.... Jealous Warlords ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)~~

I will make it for Nobunaga, Hideyoshi, Masamune, Ieyasu and Shingen aye ❤ (Other Kasugayama Lords to jealousy is too predictable, that is why I only choose this Sweet Tooth Daddy Charming-- 🤣)

NOBUNAGA

"She never blush and laugh shyly that way towards me." He thought to himself as he stand not too far from MC who is talking to one of the barbarians that visits the town of Azuchi that day.

She turned and her laugh change into a smile as she waved at him, but to only get a cold respond from him instead. He had turned his back to MC, and return back to the castle even when MC is calling for his name.

She followed him after excusing herself from the foreigner, and managed to clench on his haori.

"Nobunaga..! Didn't you see me at the town just now-"

"It must be nice, isn't it. Looks like you can use some of your future knowledge just now."

She tilted her head in confusion. "Huh? What do you me-"

"I'm saying it's nice you could speak fluently to that barbarian." He scoffed.

She frowned. "I didn't even know English that much.." She mumbled. Her eyes peek to Nobunaga who still refuse to look at her. Then after a few seconds, she got the idea.

"Honey... Perhaps.. Are you jealous?"

"...What if I am? I don't care if you wanted to laugh at me, because I bet the way you laugh with that man just now enough to make you happier--"

"Well of course, he complimented that I look beautiful like a princess and he won't be surprised if the well known Oda Nobunaga fell in love with me."

He froze. "I-is that so..?" He slowly peered at her from his shoulder.

She nodded with a smile. "...and I smile shyly because.. What he said is true." She lean to the side playfully as she added, "And to add more to it, I'm even married to that so-called well known Oda Nobunaga."

He pursed his lips into a pout. His childish side came out over a small thing.

"...Fine."

HIDEYOSHI

"I will go now." She gave a last check on her hair before sliding the door.

"You went out quite often lately. Any occassion?"

He noticed that her orbs avoided his gaze. Again. That happens frequently these days and he can feel somewhat.. Uneasy.

"Uhm.. Yeah. Seamstress commissions you see- so.." She nodded, moving backwards and out from the room. "See you later..!"

"Wh-wait..! MC!" Before he could reach for her hand, she's already away from the place he were standing at.

"Don't you want to run after her?" A familiar, sneaky voice echoed behind him. It was Mitsuhide. Before he could retort, the fox continued, "I saw her with a man lately. They were quite.. close."

"What are you trying to say? MC is cheating on me??" He grit his teeth. "Watch your words Mitsuhide!"

The white haired man shrugged. "Well, before it's too late. I can't blame her. You are too busy lately." He chuckled, walk away from another of Hideyoshi's fuming of anger.

"...She wouldn't.. Right?" He whispered to himself. Yes, like it or not, what Mitsuhide had been saying were true after all. He is busy these days and the only time he spend with MC is nothing but sleeping on the same futon every night after those tiring mundane days.

He shifted in his sit. Many times. He is uneasy with this disturbing thoughts. Eventually he rose on his feet, as it brings him out from his room.

He excuses himself to rush among the crowds as he search for MC along her usual fabric shop. Then when he caught a glimpse of her, he let out a sigh of relief, but it completely turn into a choke in his throat when he saw a guy in front of her, patting on her head.

MC..? Instead of feeling shy, she is all happy and giddy in that man's touch.

Hideyoshi clench his fists as he sprint towards her, pulling her by her wrist. "H-Honey?? W-wait..!" She tried to push his tight grip away but failed as he leads her to the small alleys.

"Hideyoshi- Honey, what's wrong? I thought you will have to attend war council soo-""I know.""Huh? T-then why-"

He turn to face her, his face is between an anger and sadness at the same time. "...I know I've been busy, MC. Why..? Are you tired of me? Because I didn't spend time with you?"

She blinked. Once. Twice. "What are you saying..?"

"That man.. Just now. The one that pat on your head, lovingly. Other than me-" He mumbled the last part. "Am I not good enough?"

She blend it all in. Then she snorted when she understand the whole situation. "M-MC? Why are you laughing?? I'm serious here..!"

"Pffftt.. I'm sorry..! Aww Honey..! You are so adorable I can't help myself." She pinch her arms, holding back herself from laughing some more. "Silly..! He is just one of my clients. I bet you didn't look at him properly just now. He may seem tall and handsome but he is an OLD MAN!"

"Wha?" He is dumbfounded from her explanation. "Then-"

"He would always pat my head because he think of me of his own daughter. Well, his house is full of sons and he had no daughter, so yeah..!"

"....Oh." He blushed. "B-but then why did you avoid my gaze just now..? No, not only just now, almost recently you've been doing that..!"

Now it's her turn to blush. "Uhm.. That's because.. Even though you are so busy lately, you seem to be so charming despite being tired and all. Sooo~ you can say I'm holding myself back from kissing you. Or else.. You know.." She pursed her lips.

He is a blushing mess when she said that. He covered it with a cough and mumbles "Good news though, my works had finished actually and we can- it's been a while."

She giggled and tip toed to kiss him on his nose.

MASAMUNE

"Did I ever feel jealous, you say? Why MC, are you testing my level of trust and confidence?" He smirked at her.

"I'm just asking, silly. Because you are always confident and knowing you, you won't let those feelings take over right?"

"You bet I am. I'm confident I'm not one of those who will get jealous easily. Heh." He shrugged as he continue to stir the soup in the pot. "So..? Other than missing me aren't you supposed to go anywhere?" He pointed at the parcel in her hand.

"Oops! That's right..! There's customer waiting for me in town..! Okay I will go now! See you later Masamune..!"

"Uh? Wait- where's my goodbye kiss?"

"Oh please, it's just the town." She giggled and waved as she continue to run.

"...'Masamune' she said.. I'm her husband tho. Where's my usual sweetly "Anata" goes to?" He pouted and chuckle to himself. "Looks like that customer of hers is more important huh-" He pauses. "Pffft. That's not jealousy right?" He snorted. "Hahahaha nope, nope. I'm the most handsome warlord who could ever make her blush other than me-" He's about to grab the salt next to the pot, only to find it empty.

"...Tch. Of all time.." He look down at Shogetsu. "Could you look after the pot?"

Hideyoshi who coincidentally passed by the kitchen and had listened to his short conversation with Shogetsu gave him the "look". "Masamune. Let me look after it instead. But you know you can always ask the maid for it right?"

"Nah I think I'm going to go on my own. I realized some ingredients for our dessert tonight has finished too. Thanks Hideyoshi!" He run and rush to the town before Hideyoshi could nag him with "Don't run in the hallways!"

As he was shopping for the ingredients, he came across MC. He grinned, planning to surprise her from behind until he found her smiling towards something.

He followed her eyes, and his eye widen to a man, around his age, has been waving at her from afar. Masamune didn't know why but he can feel a pang in his chest. "...Hey. What are you looking at?"

"M-Masamune??"

He squeezed her shoulders. "What we have here. You seriously want to make me feel jealous?" He narrowed his eye at her. It looks normal to others but to MC, there's anger in his blue orb.

"...PFFFT"

"Wha-"

"Honey, he is not waving at me..!"

"Then what are you smiling at..?"

She pointed to that previous man who were holding his son's hands together with his wife. "You see.. I'm just thinking if one day we could be.. You know, like that?" She smiled sheepishly. "..I can't wait. Don't you think so too, Anata?"

BOOOOOM! His heart explodes.

IEYASU

It was when she realizes her feelings for him. He knew, yet he choose to push her away.

It was a bad choice for him. He regrets it.

He find it irritating when she is spending time with other warlords, except him, because she knew and he knew the chances of any possible confessions will not succeed for sure. So it's like a silent, mutual agreement and self understanding that it's better to stay away from one another. Still....

"I love you..! Princess..!"

"...Eh-"

He froze in his tracks to the conversation not too far from the place he were standing.

"Uhm.."

"I- I know I'm just a mere vassal, but my feelings for you is true..! I will try my best to get to the top, so that you will be happy..!" The young lad blushed as he clasped her hands in his.

He is seething. His breathing is heavy. Heavy with anger. It's annoying. To the way that man hold her delicate hands. It's irritating for the way she blushed towards him. It's disturbing.... For the anger in his heart.

Don't touch her..! Don't touch her...! The voice in his mind echoed within him and

"Don't TOUCH her..!" His abrupt voice startled them both.

"I-Ieyasu..? / Ieyasu-sama..!"

Before MC could say anything, her head is already buried into his chest as he glared at the vassal. "She's already belong to someone else. Are you blind?!" He harshly pulled her hand, bringing her to his chamber.

"Ieyasu..? Ieyasu- it hurts-..! Kya..!"

He pushed her onto the futon, caging her body with his arms. "Ieyasu.." She continued, "I thought we have a mutual understanding and even though we didn't say it, I'm sure you know that I- mmf..!"

He kissed her, deeply into her lips. She had pushed him many times, but each push will be returned by another kiss. And another then another, until she slowly gives in and they immediately took each other's yukata off roughly.

Shingen

He is matured. Jealousy is not in his dictionary of life. That's what he thought.

She won't blush giddily like the other women he have met throughout his life, and she won't give in easily either. Pick-up lines of flirtations never work on her. She rarely blush to his sweet words.

Playing hard to get, it seems. But hey, they have tied the knot anyway. Since they are married, she is fully his and he is sure that jealousy won't ever happen and will never happen to him. Well of course, MC won't fall into sweet words from others so the case of her talking lovingly to another man (when they flirt with her) is low obviously.

"You are really beautiful, Miss. You are like an angel, kind and pretty. I guess if you smile, a withered flower will bloom right away."

"Awwww~~~~ ❤❤❤❤❤❤~~!!"

What.

Wait.

What.

Did she just- "Awwww"-ed to a little boy's simple, innocent talk??

"....That's.. Unfair. MC." He mumbled to himself, enough to make MC hear it.

"Oh come on, Anata. It's just a little boy. Unlike adults, children's words are pure and sincere ❤!"

"...Are you saying I'm not pure?"

"..Your mind maybe?"

Shingen had refused to eat dinner and sweets that day.

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A LunaTic and her Gunn (Part 9)

"The Birth of BackStage Rituals"

As they head to The Nightingale Plaza, Colson and Luna are all over each other in the backseat. His hands are running through her long golden hair as he breathes "You're so fucking amazing. I can't believe I found you."

Sucking all over his neck, she pants back "You have no idea how excited I got when Ash invited me to your birthday." She pulls away, looking at him. "I immediately went looking for that picture. A part of me has always hoped we would run back into each other." Her heart is racing, body tingling at his touch. "I don't know how" she continues "but I am completely in love with you. Fuck, I chose to sleep with you without the results because, I want you. ALL. OF. YOU." She stops suddenly terrified. "Fuck Colson, please don't hurt me. I don't think I can handle it."

He can feel her sadness. He holds her face gently with one hand and grips her body firmly with his other. "I'VE got you, Loons." He says softly "And now that I finally do, I'm never letting you go or letting anyone fuck with you ever again. I told you. You are mine. I love you." He pulls her in for a deep kiss. His strength and confidence wash over her, making her feel warm and safe.

"What about Casie? She pulls away again, asking.

"Casi's gonna love you, Kitten. How could anyone not? Now, stop worrying. You're MY girl. I'VE got you. And so will Cas. I promise." He reassures her before pulling her in for another deep kiss. He can tell they're about to arrive and he wants as much of her as he can get.

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Once they arrive at Nightingale's, it's sheer insanity as soon as Benny opens the back door for them. Even though they arrived at the back enterance, there's paparazzi everywhere, making it hard for them to get into the club. Colson has a firm grip around Luna as Benny acts as a bulldozer, pushing through the crowd. Luna's not amused by LA paps. They're much more aggressive than NY's, whom through the years, she's learned how to avoid for the most part. Colson hates them all. They both keep their heads down as they follow behind Benny. The rest of the crew struggles behind them.

Inside, Colson and the band are immediately grabbed by a promoter. "Wanna grab a drink and watch the show?" Ashleigh yells to Luna over the noise.

Luna smiles "Yes, please!" She shouts back as Ashleigh links her arm and guides her towards the stage. They stop at the bar.

"Pick your poison!" Ashleigh tells her.

"Jamo" Luna replies

"I knew I liked you!!!" Laughs Ashleigh as she grabs a bottle and the girls head side stage.

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"MGK! MGK! MGK! MGK! MGK! MGK! MGK!" the crowd is chanting. Luna feels a rush as she realizes it's Colson breezing by her, kissing her quickly on the head as he runs onto stage.

"LOVE YOU, KITTEN!!!" He shouts back at her, before greeting the crowd. She sees Ashleigh raise her eyebrows with an amused smile, making Luna blush.

Luna's only seen Colson perform once before, early in his career. She was impressed by his talent then, but she notices now that he's really improved his stage presence over the years. After a while she shouts to Ashleigh "HE'S FUCKING AMAZING!!!" while passing her the bottle. They had been chatting and sharing the bottle but now Luna rummages through her bag for a second before pulling out a camera. She pops off the lens cap and begins to shoot MGK.

"These are the moments I die for." She thinks her heart bursting.

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Ashleigh watches Luna as she begins to take pictures of Kells. She's seen this before and has been watching her since she seen him kiss her at dinner last night. She likes Luna. As Kells's manager, she knows exactly who Luna is to him. The two girls had met briefly "that" night. A simple conversation after an already long day, on her & Kells first FULL tour. Luna had encouraged Ashleigh to stick with it because she could see the greatness that Kells was capable of and had told her that he would need a smart, solid WOMAN to watch out for him. She had been honest, wise, sweet but blunt. Ashleigh had liked her immediately, being new to the scene, Luna's words were inspirational. When Kells couldn't find her after the show that night, she had felt bad but didn't get her name either, so she didn't say anything because he had been a roaring asshole about finding her. Talking with Luna last night had given Ashleigh some more insight. But watching Luna, NOW. Taking pictures of Kells again, she feels a rush of relief that The Girl in the Cheetah Coat won't be disappearing tonight.

"Wow. She is a great photographer." Ashleigh thinks, still watching Luna, only this time as she moves with her camera. "And she knows the words to all of his songs too. UGH.... I really hope he doesn't fuck this up....". Thinking of how happy her friend could be... Suddenly her thoughts shift. "Damn. He is on fire tonight." She notices, looking back at Kells on stage as she swigs from the bottle. "She's good for him." Ashleigh decides.

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Colson comes barreling off stage buzzing with excitement from the show. His sweaty body grabs Luna, kissing her. She giggles not even minding, handing him the bottle. "Come with me." He says grabbing her hand as he takes a swig.

He takes her into a private room. As soon as he closes the door, she lights him up a joint. "Seriously? Could you be more fucking perfect!?" He asks, taking his sweaty shirt off.

"Hardly." She replies.

"Shut up." Colson says, now he rolls his eyes at her. "I have something for you." He says. "The Dr called. I didn't listen without you." She hands him the joint and takes the bottle as he pulls his phone out.

"Thank you." She says, kissing him before she takes a swig.

After entering his voicemail, his new messages come up.

"Hi Mr. Baker, this is Dr. Tucker. I have the results of yours and Miss. Smith's tests. All results came back negative. I have emailed you a copy of both your results. If you have any quest...." Colson hangs up the phone grinning.

"TOOOOOOLLLLD YOOOOOUUU." He teases Luna, grabbing her around the waist, lifting her high. She bows her head to kiss him passionately as she wraps her legs around him.

"I already decided I was taking you as you CUM anyway, Bunny." She says coyly.

He laughs "I see what you did there, Clever Kitty." Pulling her mouth back into his. They kiss passionately until she releases her legs, sliding down him, feeling his hard cock against her stomach. She turns around coyly and walks over to the mirror in front of a high table. As she unbuttons her pants and slides them off with her panties in the bright light, he notices a red spot on her plump, right cheek. "You have lips on your ass?" He asks laughing again.

"Mhmmm." She says as she bends over and wiggles her ass. "So, the world can fucking KISS it." She says.

"Oh. I'm gonna do more than just kiss it, you dirty girl." He says coming up behind her, sinking his teeth into her ass. She yelps in pleasure. Releasing, then standing up, he runs one hand over both ass cheeks as he undoes his pants with the other, dropping them to the floor. She's shaking in anticipation as he slides his middle finger between her soaking lips. "Ohhhh, is someone ready?"

"Yes, please." She moans loudly as he takes his cock and works himself deep inside of her. He slowly begins to pump her tight insides, picking up the pace as he feels her pussy getting tighter and even more wet. They're looking at each other through the mirror, watching each other's reactions, passing the joint back and forth. He gets harder as he watches her eyes roll up in pleasure when he slides his hand around her throat. With her hands pressed against the mirror, he's slamming his hips into her jiggling ass. Her legs start to shaking as she feels her self starting to cum. "BUUUUUUNNNNYYYY!!!" She cries staring into his eyes through the mirror, mouth wide open.

'Right there, Kitten!! Do it!!" He exclaims as she slams against him harder, making them cum together. She bucks against him a couple more times before they both go still from pleasure and exhaustion. Colson bends over her fully, resting his face and body on her sheer shirt. "I love you." They both say at the same time. Their laughter causes Colson to pop out of her. As they clean themselves up, he declares "THIS is my new after show ritual. You." Smacking her ass. "A mirror, a joint and a bottle."

She laughs adjusting her clothes. "ANYTHING you want, Bunny. As long as it's ME in that mirror." She says with a firm side eye.

"Only you, Kitten." He comes up behind her wrapping his long arms around her. "I love you." He says into her ear.

Still looking at him through the mirror, she teases "You'd better." with a smirk. As she wiggles from his grasp, turning to walk out the door, he slaps her on the ass. Hard. Causing her to stop and look back.

"My motherfucking ONLY." He says, grabbing her gently by the jaw but kissing her hard to make his point.

"Mine too." She smiles kissing him back just as hard before he releases her and they head out the door. Back to the club.

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VIP is raging. The band has tons of girls, tons of bottles, tons of antics. Upon entering, Colson asks Luna if she wants another drink, they had killed that bottle of Jameson while in the back room. When she agrees, he grabs another bottle off one of the cocktail waitresses. They find a spot together and join in on the festivities and laughter.

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Later, as they begin to leave Nightingale's VIP, they're caught off gaurd. A pap has gotten inside and is right in front of Luna and Colson snapping pictures. He lifts her up as she buries her face into his neck, he's using his other hand with his glass to block the lens. Benny steps in guiding the pap away from the couple.

"UGH!! They're so aggressive here." Luna moans.

"I know, I'm sorry." Colson says setting her down but still holding onto her. He's waiting for Benny to come back. Everyone else was able to dip out unbothered.

"Hey" she says, pulling his chin towards her face "You don't EVER apologize for those fuck wads" She finishes, kissing him sweetly.

"She really does get it." He thinks to himself feeling relief..

"I can't tell you I love you enough." He smiles, kissing her back. Before she can respond, Benny approaches.

"Yo, Kells," he says coming closer to them "I got the Rover right out back. It's all clear, My Dude."

"Thanks, Bens." Colson replies as they follow him safely out of the club.

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To be continued......