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hardcore-lonewolf · 1 year ago

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I love the Naruto World so much that I wish I was in it, I want to be a female Senju princess who's a god child to Minato Namikaze and Kushina Uzumaki.

I'll love to be the last child of Tsunade Senju and Jiraiya Ogata, be the Sixth Hokage after saving the Leaf with Naruto Uzumaki, and is the main romantic interest of Sasuke Uchiha, a former student of Orochimaru Yashagoro.

I want Naruto to have a sibling, so I chose Deidara cause Uchiha Clan heirs tend to be rivals with Uzumaki Clan members and I don't to replace Hanabi for somebody else, so Hinata got a big sister now...how about Yume for the name...yes.

My name should be Misako, have a big sister named Akira who's the main romantic interest of Itachi Uchiha, and is the Chosen One with elemental bending powers as the Light Avatar who must destroy the Dark Persona.

I shipped myself with Sasuke, NaruHina for life, NejiTen, ShikaTema, SaiIno, KibaTama, ShiShi, ChoKaru, LeeAma, KankuAka, SoraKae, GaaMatsu, AsuKure, KakaHana, JiraTsuna, MinaKushi, Orochimaru X OFC, Itachi X OC, MY AU!Deidara X OFC!Hinata's Big Sister, ToneShion, IruAya, SuiKari, Sakura X OMC, GaiKao, KoteAnko, KabuGure, HayaYuga, IzuShizu, YamaYuki, ObiRin, Rin and Obito will be still alive, my dad's not gonna die too, Asuma deserves to live for his daughter, Neji stays living, etc.

There's ten tailed beasts from zero to nine; Satori the Reibi, Shukaku the Ichibi, Matatabi the Nibi, Isobu the Sanbi, Son Goku the Yonbi, Kokuo the Gobi, Saiken the Rokubi, Chomei the Nanabi, Gyuki the Hachibi, and Kurama the Kyuubi.

I want Team 02 [Yoruha - Hikaru, Nayumi, Migaku & Sakura], 03 [Gai - Neji, Tenten, Lee & Kaede], 07 [Kakashi - Naruto, Misako, Sasuke & Hinata], 08 [Kurenai - Kiba, Tamaki, Shino & Shiho], and 10 [Asuma - Choji, Ino, Shikamaru & Akane].

Sakura need to be shipped with somebody else rather than Sasuke, she was falling for him and broke her friendship with Ino for his heart.

If I was her, I'll choose my friend over my crush and keep my bond.

Misako got three childhood friends; Naruto, Hinata, and Sasuke...it's that clear and simple.

Misa doesn't like fan boys at all like Sasuke don't like fan girls, they're from enemy clans and are best friends who's secretly betrothed to each other as a way to form peace to both family trees.

Watching all episodes and movies, I've learned many shocking plots and twists throughout my childhood.

Itachi's an amazing big brother, I wish Naruto has a brother and I gave him one...named Deidara rather than Menma cause I see that alternative future son of our ramen lover if he was married to Sasuke.

I want Naruto to have his first kiss with Hinata, which leads to this scenario...what if Misako was between both him and Sasuke during the episode where they were finding out their teams.

Misako will kiss Sasuke...again, here's the catch, they shared their first kiss at a young age cause they liked each other and can see their futures as a badass power couple.

Itachi had already predicted that his little brother was in love with Misako...like he was with Akira, Akira will prevent Itachi's death and tell Sasuke the real truth herself with her baby sister by her side.

I've read a fanfiction on Wattpad that has an original female character portraying as Nezuko Kamado, her name was Misa, I loved it and saw the major changes they've done...it was glorious...shout-out to the author.

I know one way to make Sasuke feel overprotective to Misako like she's understanding with him, I've made three characters we know as original characters named Hikaru, Nayumi, and Migaku.

Hikaru will portray from Toneri or Seimei, Nayumi will depict from Shion or Sawaii, and Migaku...I got something for him...Yoichi or Ren.

Misako and Akira, two sisters with their father's white hair, their mother's brown eyes, their father's red markings, and their mother's beautiful looks and gorgeous figure...I got their character portrayals...Heinrich Prinz (Akira) & Eugen Prinz (Misako).

Indra & Asura was in love with the Kishimoto Sisters named...Luna & Kira...

Kira will be the light that guides Asura to the Sun and into the Spirit World for a bright star.

Luna will be the shadow that escorts Indra to the Moon and get him away from the Phantom Zone for a dark cloud.

The sacred ancestry continues to Madara Uchiha's lover and Hashirama Senju's wife...Mito Uzumaki & Himiko Hyuga.

Years have passed, I want Misa to become the Light Avatar since the Dark Persona was her complete polar opposite...they're destined lovers.

I honestly want Misa to have two sons and daughters; Daisuke (OMC: Haruto Uchiha), Mikoto (OFC: Amara Senju), Yuta (OMC: Isamu Senju), and Sayuri (OFC: Kiyomi Uchiha).

I'm giving Naruto another son and daughter; Menma (OMC: Soha Uzumaki) & China (OFC: Naruko Uzumaki).

If you're confused with the names of the following OCs I've planted, search for their names on Google to get some clarification...it took me a few tries and I've finished.

Comment down below, reblog, anything you wanna do...go for it.

Do not report me, this is just my ideas...something I wanna do for my fanfics in the future.

Sayonara guys...believe it!

Also...who will win between Roman Reigns and Jey Uso?

If nobody wins and unexpected twists happen, who will return?

What if Damian Priest changes his mind and cash in on Roman, if not...on whoever wins between Seth and Finn?

Who will beat Dominik's ass and strip him from his title?

Will Santos dethrone Theory?

Can Ricochet take down a jackass?

Will Gunther stay undisputed?

Who will be Rhea's opponent?

Who will walk out as Women's Undisputed Champion?

Will Iyo win or lose her chance?

Will Shotzi get revenge on Bayley?

Can LA Knight conquer the Battle Royal?

Will Shayna kick this transphobic bitch's ass out of wrestling for good?

Will Solo join his brother?

Will Cody end Lesnar?

All these questions and more will be confirmed tomorrow night at Detroit...watch Peacock now, get your tickets, and get ready cause it's ride or die this year on 2023.

Let this tribal combat...commence.

#naruto #boruto

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jalpari-spouts · 1 year ago

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as if you were on fire from within [mdzs fic]

Fandom: Mo Dao Zu Shi, Chen Qing Ling

Relationship: WangXian

Premise: For as long as the world could remember, the tale of the wild fox and blazing dragon had been passed down for centuries — renowned cultivators, fiercely loyal, passionately in love. But their story had begun long before they became the Huli who wielded demonic energy & the Dragon who showed up wherever there was chaos. Or; a dragonji and foxxian tale!

Tags: Canonverse, Non-Human AU, Mythical Beings & Lore, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Pregnant Lan Wangji

Note: Gorgeous art embedded in the fic!

Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44519959

Preview:

“Are you alright?” Lan Wangji asked worriedly as he approached the shivering child. “Did they hurt you?” He stopped a few feet from him. “N-no,” the boy’s lips trembled and he shook his head. “Tha-thank you,” he stood up and bowed, “for driving them away.” When the boy straightened up, Lan Wangji gasped under his breath as his face broke into the brightest smile Lan Wangji had ever seen. Despite his tattered clothes and dirt and tear stained face, the boy looked radiant and happy. His smile was wide and vibrant and made the snowy night a little brighter as it crinkled his eyes into beautiful crescents. “Here,” Lan Wangji stepped closer and removed his outer cloak. “You must be very cold in those,” he said simply as he held out the thick robe. “Ah, I can’t ta-take th-that,” the boy sniffled and shivered as he scratched the back of his neck and smiled sheepishly. “It belongs to you.” “I have more layers underneath,” Lan Wangji insisted. “You do not.” “Ah, alright,” the boy grinned and took the cloak and wore it, immediately exhaling with a relieved sigh as he was enveloped by its warmth. Lan Wangji felt a warmth bloom in his own chest as the boy’s smile softened and his shivers subsided. He couldn't help but observe him as the boy studied him from head to toe as well. The boy’s hair was black as a raven, wild and tangled as it was barely held together by a red ribbon that was in poor condition just like his robes. Lan Wangji thought he could make out small furry ears hidden within the wavy locks but he couldn’t be sure. If the boy was around his age, it was probably too early for any of his animal spirit features to be prominent. Lan Wangji’s own antlers and tail were barely visible yet. Even though Yiling did not have any cultivators, given its proximity to Qinghe it was possible that the child was a shishi, a lion dog, like the Nie clan. But if the child was an orphan as his current state suggested, he could have any animal spirit origin, if he was a cultivator at all. He glanced at the twitching strands on his head, his entire face softening on seeing how adorable the boy looked. Lan Wangji didn’t miss the way the boy’s curious eyes did a double take on seeing the rattle toy in his hand. He looked down at the toy and then at the boy – who was smiling even in his dire circumstance. Lan Wangji saw the twinkle in his eyes as the boy grinned wider and scratched his cheek and nose. Unbidden, his mind conjured up images of his mother and the way she would pull his cheeks and tap his nose. The boy seemed happy despite the state he was in. “Here,” Lan Wangji said, his voice barely above a whisper as he held out the toy. “Huh?” The boy tilted his head and blinked at Lan Wangji, looking even more endearing and innocent. “This is for you,” Lan Wangji hesitated but then stepped closer and reached for the boy’s hand. He placed the toy in his cold hand and closed his fingers around it, making sure he was holding on to it. Lan Wangji paused but then covered the boy’s hand with both of his, just for a moment, just enough to warm them, before letting go. He adjusted the cloak around the boy and fastened the clip before nodding and stepping back again. “Thank you,” the boy said softly, his smile shy and embarrassed.

#jalpari mxtx fic #mxtx mdzs #mdzs #mo dao zu shi #cql #the untamed #wangxian #chen qing ling

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hyog-blog · 5 months ago

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A Journey to Love I don't even know where to start with this show... spectacular visuals, nearly impeccable writing, breathtaking OST? Anyway, if you still haven't watched it and you love wuxia - do not even think twice, it's one of the really good ones.

It's so cinematic in a way it's been shot - some frames are pure orgasm for the eyes. You can see it in the colours, in the clothes, in all the styles. The music everywhere just fits so RIGHT. Most of the time it's just so good you don't pay attention because it's well-matched, but having watched so many cdramas you just learn to appreciate the not-so-small things that make a masterpiece.

I was pleasantly impressed to find out the plot was original - it's so well-written and you can see the character growth and changes of the leads and many other characters as well. You will find everything here - quirky romance, amazing brotherhood, a load of fresh almost anime-style humor that will get you rolling, proper wuxia mood, lots of murders and killings done in style, lots of plotting, revenge, and a FL courting the ML like I've never seen before XD They're seriously gorgeous together both visually and personality-wise.

A story about killers, heroes, and killer-heroes, as well as rulers, power-hungry royalty, war, the role of a woman in a not-so-modern society, and the badassery that comes with it once a woman does decide to take her destiny into her own hands. The FL, Ren Ruyi, played by Liu Shishi is vicious, strong, professional, stabby, murderous, looks stunning in red, and doesn't think twice when she sees a man she likes. The ML, Ning Yuanzhou, played by Liu Yuning, is tall, handsome (with long legs and a kind heart (c) he-he). Not-so-former leader of the emperor's special force, also stabby, murderous, and looks dashing in a uniform. Their relationship is mature but also cuddly and a bit kinky. Still, they are one of my most favorite CPs out there (and oddly healthy despite their flaws and backgrounds). They just match so well.

Ning's brotherhood of nosy and highly talented boys is truly unmatched both in the looks and gossip department. There is literally no privacy for anyone, there was so much comedy built around that, I didn't know a show could be this good.

Anyway, it's not a detailed review, I'm just trying to vent a little bit having watched the finale. The show did make me cry quite a lot, that happens only when you really get invested in the characters and the plot - and everything is written so well that by the end of it, you're just lost to the amazing production, great acting, and world-building. Just a stunningly made wuxia piece that has a little bit of everything we love so much - romance, revenge, murderous husband and wife, brotherhood, love-love-love, bad guys showing their good sides, the baddest guys getting what they really deserve, lots of heroism, lots of beautiful fights, great music, and a highly entertaining plot.

That's about it for now, I'll probably sing some more praise later, but need to recover after the show's ending first.

#a journey to love #ajtl #cdrama #masterpiece #liu shishi #ren ruyi #ning yuanzhou #liu yuning #amazing show #wuxia

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thecutestmonkeygirl · 7 months ago

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She grinned up at him, remembering her conversation from earlier with Coyote. “Maybe I just want to see how long it takes for you to break.” Her cheeks now a glorious shade of red as they shared some mild dirty talk in a very public setting. She reached up as if to cup his cheek but suddenly remembered herself and lowered her hand, not sure if here was a place for such a public display, especially with Yaroslava right there as his wife.

Coyote’s expression made her giggle, the monkey bringing a hand up to cover her lips in a very delicate display which was only fueled by how quickly he took to her side as the woman winked at him. Her head jerked upward a bit as Echo informed her of how she had been introduced, a fresh light dusting of pink painting over the apples of her cheeks. “Y-you did?” But she turned her attention to Coyote rather quickly after this. “I told you that you looked perfect. “ she smiled, looking absolutely spoiled having the two most handsome men at her sides.

Sasuga walked in with the two men and slowed as she caught her first glance of the beautiful building’s inside. She was led in further still and her eyes only grew wider. “Wow..” she breathed softly as she took in everything around her. She didn’t even spot her friends or family right away but slowly she spotted the fabulously dressed Gaultier and his lovely partner. She was going to wave but stopped short as she spotted the lion and lioness. She was just about to point them out to Coyote but he seemed to have already spotted them and wanted nothing to do with it. This left her a bit confused but she didn’t push it and instead spotted their family.

She easily parted from her dates and moved to her beloved uncle, returning the air kisses to him before giving a little spin for him to take in her full look. “You all look great!” She chirped out but quickly blushed again as Echo spoke up about her beauty. She reached up to touch at her hair but faltered and turned back to Shishi. “Look!” She said excitedly as she offered up the gorgeous earrings in her newly pierced ears.

Blood and Moonlight

Sasuga woke in what was at first an unfamiliar area but as she blinked fully awake she realized it was their closet that Coyote had decorated for them. She smiled and took a careful kiss from her mate who was still sound asleep next to her. It really had been an amazing night with the family and then with her husband. As she slipped from his arms, she took a moment to look at her reflection in the mirror, her fingers dancing over the fresh marks on her neck and hips. She couldn't have asked for anything more from the night and it was with some reluctance that she dressed. She picked out a pair of warm leggings and a short little skirt to pull over them with some knee high boots and a thick sweater. She slipped from the closet and moved to the bathroom to comb her hair and brush her teeth and get ready for the big day ahead. She gave a stretch and headed downstairs only to find a familiar face waiting for her. "Raphael..." she smiled and moved to greet him with a hug. "I see you are still alive." she smirked. "Want some tea? Coffee?"

@banditcoyote

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tanuki-kimono · 3 years ago

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Super cool hanafuda (”flower cards”) + ryuusui (stream) yukata (seen on), paired with a Rumirock obi.

I believe I’ve never touched Hanafuda cards here, so buckle up for a long post ;)

Hanafuda is a card game with 12 different suits of 4 cards. Each suit is linked to a lunar month through symbols, all inspired by classical culture (months where later matched to Western calendar hence why some symbols seem off).

Please note that in the list below, I’ll use ‘meaning’ in the broad sense as following symbols often have many overlaping significations:

睦月 Mutsuki (1st lunar month) / January => Symbols: matsu (pine), tsuru (crane), hi (sun), ‘akayoroshi’ tanzaku (paper strip, with auspicious あ(か)よろし meaning lit. ‘red is good’ = ‘really wonderful’) => Meaning: eternity, happy/new beginnings as January is the New year month

如月 Kisaragi (2nd lunar month) / February => Symbols: ume (plum blossoms), uguisu (bush warbler), ‘akayoroshi’ tanzaku (paper strip, with auspicious あ(か)よろし lit. ‘red is good’ = ‘really wonderful’) => Meaning: beginning of spring, well read people (especially refers to Michizane/Tenjin), a match made in heaven As a side note, plum branches rising to the sky is an auspicious motif known as yariume/“spear plums” or tachibai/“rising plums

弥生 Yayoi (3rd lunar month) / March => Symbols: sakura (cherry blossoms), hanamimaku (curtain, here cherry blossoms viewing parties), ‘Miyoshino” tanzaku (paper strip, Yoshino is a place famous for its sakura) => Meaning: beautiful yet fleeting life (like the delicate sakura blossoms)

��月 Uzuki (4th lunar month) / April => Symbols: fuji (wisteria), hototogisu (cuckoo), red tanzaku (paper strip) => Meaning: coming of summer, beautiful yet fleeting life (cuckoo sometimes symbolize mourning souls). Fuji could also refers to famous episodes of the Tale of Genji. As a side note, cuckoo also stands for patience in Japan, probably because of the zen charade known as “If the bird doesn’t sing..”

皐月Satsuki (5th lunar month) / May => Symbols: kakitsubata (iris), yatsuhashi (zigzag bridge), red tanzaku (paper strip) => Meaning: deep and nostalgic love, inspired by famous poetical scenery from the Tales of Ise (motif is present in many paintings like this screen by Korin). Iris are also a symbol of strenght as seen in Tango no sekku festival

水無月 Minazuki (6th lunar month) / June => Symbols: botan (peony), cho (butterfly), purple tanzaku (paper strip) => Meaning: road to heaven (symbols came be found in noh piece ‘Shakkyo’ and Kabuki one ‘Kagamijishi’), butterflies often stand as a symbol for spirits or souls

文月 Fumizuki (7th lunar month) / July => Symbols: hagi (clover), shishi/inoshishi (boar), red tanzaku (paper strip) => Meaning: coming of autumn, the strong needing the meek (a variation of tiger in the bamboo grove motif)

葉月 Hazuki (8th lunar month) / August => Symbols: susuki (pampa grass), kari (wild geese), full moon (meigestu) => Meaning: moon/harvest festival (tsukimi), deep nostalgia as year goes by (nature will soon be asleep as winter will follow autumn)

長月 Nagatsuki (9th lunar month) / September => Symbols: kiku (chrysanthemum), sakazuki (sake cup, with kotobuki/‘long life’ kanji), purple tanzaku (paper strip) => Meaning: long life, immortality. In ancient japan, it was customary to drink chrysanthmum wine during Chouyou no en festival as a wish for long life (people also used to drink/use as medicine dew collected on mums leaves and flowers). As a side note, objets flowing in a stream (like sake cups) were once used as timer during poetry competitions.

神無月 Kannazuki (10th lunar month) / October => Symbols: momiji (maple), shika (deer) => Meaning: momijigari (hanami autumn twin) parties and as March card = beautiful yet fleeting life. Shika deers also have deep auspicious connotation as they are messengers of the gods in Shinto

霜月 Shimotsuki (11th lunar month) / November => Symbols: yanagi (willow), Ono no Michikaze and a frog, tsubame (swallow), Inazuma (thunder, wildcard sometimes bare and nicknamed “onifuda”/demon card) => Meaning: this card is always the most puzzling one for me, as in kimono fashion yanagi+tsubame are not truly a November motifs ^^; But here, the most important symbol (most often only present as an umbrella!) is a driving rain under which willows dance. Poet Ono no Michikaze, walking by a riverside in that awful weather, spots a struggling frog. After many efforts, the frog finally succeeds jumping in a willow - inspiring Michikaze. This suits hence symbolizes diligence and determination. As a side note, nure tsubame (lit. “wet sparrows”) symbolize lovers - especially star-crossed ones

師走 Shiwasu (12th lunar month) / December => Symbols: kiri (paulownia), houou (phoenix) => Meaning: longevity, life circle (“beginning to the end”), power. Legends say phoenix can only nest in paulownia trees

I won’t go into details as to how to play with hanafuda as 1) I am terrible with cards games, and 2) I learned koi-koi rules only thanks to the Ryu ga gotoku/Yakuza video games xD (amazing game serie, if you don’t know about them, go play!!! They have been re-released not long ago)

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fairestwriting · 3 years ago

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title: think about it tomorrow

word count: 2629

summary: Even after that difficult day of work, Ruggie had one more task he needed to complete, one that he didn’t expect would end with him just coming home.

this fic post is a lil different from my usual ones but! i did a trade with @nicoliharu !! and heres my part of it uvu

Savanaclaw’s lounge has an eerie glow at night, blue irradiating from the pool in the center that people say looked uncanny when it was empty, like now. That, or visitors would find it pretty.

Ruggie himself didn’t care much. Usually, when he had work at the Lounge, he’d come back to that, and it was more familiar than anything. Without the other students around, it was more like the only thing welcoming him back “home”, so there’s a vague comfort there. He always gives it a bit of a stare before walking to his room.

Sometimes he sits there and thinks over the silence. Makes calculations in his mind about how much money he was sending back home, how much he needed for himself. Thinks about exam dates and those extravagant events Azul made him and the other employees suffer through. Leona’s errands, Crowley’s tasks, windows to be cleaned, letters to answer.

He doesn’t have time for that tonight. Ruggie’s heading straight back to his room, Agatha should be coming over soon, after all, he promised he’d help her out with Animal Languages.

Yeah, it seems sort of insane to accept requests like these when he was having such a busy week, he knows. It’s not like he doesn’t have the spine to decline them, or something, just… well. Agatha is Agatha. She’s not like anyone else in that school.

Agatha was the only girl, for one, and also, one of Ruggie’s close friends. A couple sparks had been rushing between them lately, which made him so much more excited than he should be, but he was grateful for the friendship itself. In his two years of being a NRC student, he never really found someone who had a presence that… healing. Agatha was understanding and kind, the sort of person that compels you to wind down just by being there.

(Really, how rare was someone like that in Night Raven College?)

So he had a crush he was comfortable with. Nothing wrong with that, right? And nothing wrong with wanting to see her after waiting all these damn tables either.

He opens the door to his room and wobbles inside with a sigh. But, man, he was exhausted. He hoped it wouldn’t show through too much when she got there. It wasn’t necessarily that late, just… he hadn’t caught a damn break today. He wonders if there’s time to rest his eyes for a bit before she gets there—

“Ruggie?” He perks up at the voice he hears outside. “Are you in there?”

And there she is! He feels inclined to smile. One very much needed spark of energy runs through him.

“Yeah, yeah, just a second!” He responds, first moving to turn on the lights, which he hadn’t done yet, then to open the door. Agatha greets him with one of her usual smiles. “You ready to work?”

“Ah, well.” She laughs, a bit awkwardly. “I’ll be doing my best. I hope it’s not too much of a bother or anything!”

Really, how could she ever be?

“Nah, not at all.” He says, allowing her inside before the door is closed. It makes a bit of a heavy noise when he shuts it. “If it’s Animal Languages, then I’m your guy! And, I always have time for you, shishishi.”

Agatha gives him a small chuckle. “You’re too good to me.”

“It’s just what you deserve, y’know!”

She sits on his bed while he’s picking up the papers he’d put together earlier on his desk. Drowsiness creeps in, but he knows how to push that aside well enough. He needed to do his best now. Just not let all that exhaustion show through so he could lend Agatha a hand! Then, then he could sleep…

Sleep sounds nice, doesn’t it? His brain tempts him, but he blinks multiple times, and hopes that good enough to stave off the feeling.

“So, what part did you have trouble with?” He asks, sitting next to Agatha, opening the textbook over his lap. The logical part of his brain wishes he had more than one chair in his room, so they could sit by the desk. The less logical part is just happy to be here.

“Mmh, it was with these...sentences Mr. Trein asked us to translate, I think? I couldn’t really get the difference between these two noises… I think it’s in chapter 7, hold on.”

She gets the book from Ruggie’s lap, bringing it closer to herself. He lets his eyes linger on her a little while she’s flipping through pages, shiny amber eyes narrowed at the words.

A silly smile appears on his face. Ruggie feels like a lucky guy, which he guesses it’s sort of odd, they’re not even dating or anything like that. And this was supposed to be him doing her a favor. Technically, he doesn’t gain anything from this, and yet…

Agatha’s hair is this nice red-like color that stands out while it flows over her shoulder. Ruggie doesn’t know the exact word for the color, maybe it was burgundy? Garnet? That doesn’t matter. The point is she’s just… beautiful. Eye-catching besides that pleasant aura that melted all his worries away. She’s there, so it’s like everything will be okay. Ruggie lets out a small laugh, in a way, this looks just like a dream—

“Ruggie.” Her voice calls for him, firmer than its usual airy tone. He blinks, a stronger haze settling over his mind. So he dozed off. Huh. “...are you okay? I think you just fell asleep for a bit.”

“I’m good!” Ruggie chirps almost immediately. Her brows furrow in worry. “Just dozed off for a bit. Uh.” He laughs awkwardly. “What were you trying to show me?”

Agatha stares intently, concerned expression intensifying on her face.

“Ruggie…” She begins again, head tilting a bit towards him. “I don’t think you should be studying right now. You should’ve told me you were tired.”

“Hey, I’m good, though!” He argues, but there’s no bite to it, really, he couldn’t add that in even if he tried. Agatha sighs, shaking her head. “We can keep going.”

“I’m not letting you study like this. Come on, you should get some rest.” She moves to close the textbook, but he grabs at it first, reflexes slowed down or not. “Ruggie.” She says, in a gently scolding tone.

“It’s fine, I told you.” He tries to argue again. It looks like she wouldn’t buy that at all, and, well… “Didn’t you need help? It won’t even take too long, I can just…”

“No. That’s final.” Agatha states, cheeks puffing slightly. “You’re so stubborn. Just rest a little, okay? We can study tomorrow.” She huffs, hand placed on the top of his head in a pat — That turns into something like light petting that sends a weird, fuzzy feeling across Ruggie. “Come on. You can lean on me if you wanna.”

Ruggie crosses his arms, but she looks at him all invitingly, with that warm expression on her face. And his resolve dwindles…

Ah. Ruggie isn’t really a strong man when it comes to things like that, is he?

“...what kinda leaning are we talking about?” He asks, a bit of a smile on his face. Well, maybe this wasn’t bad either.

Agatha chuckles. “You can lay on my lap or on my shoulder, what you’d like. As long as you take a little break, you stubborn hyena.”

Yeah, it’s not bad at all.

“Then I’m on it, shishi.” He can’t help but grin a little. “You said I could do it, so.”

He pushes the book off Agatha’s lap — Hey, it’s an opportunity, he’s not just gonna miss that — and moves to lean his head on her thighs, sighing when they touch. Agatha does a bit of a small, barely noticeable jump like she wasn’t expecting him to take that offer, but in just a second, her smile widens, still soft and warm. Ruggie smiles back at her.

“That’s the only way I can get you to rest, huh?” Agatha sighs, leaning back for a bit. “You’re such a workaholic.”

Ruggie doesn’t say much of anything. He begins to feel drowsy already, but… really, when he’s like this, how could he really sleep? He can feel his heartbeat quicken, the room filled with a silence that’s both comfortable and comforting.

Agatha’s hand makes its way into the mess that was his hair, Ruggie feels himself perk up — and then immediately begin to relax, feeling how the tips of her fingers begin to run along it, untangling knots and gently scratching against his scalp, then the back of his ears—

Ah. The tension in his body starts melting away, pressing his face against Agatha’s thigh some more. Damn it, that felt nice. If he had to die like that, he really doesn’t mind. He feels all fuzzy inside, the humming that begins to leave Agatha sounds faraway, even.

He sighs.

His thoughts get muddled… was he that much of a workaholic, he begins to wonder. It felt so natural to just fill every second of his day with those part-time jobs. He didn’t hate it at all, he’d come to every location with a smile, ready to tackle the day, but maybe he pushed himself a little too hard sometimes.

It’d be nice if he could come back to something like this everyday. Ruggie found his dorm room decently homey, but… with Agatha there, it’s a whole different story. Maybe she’s just spoiling him like this — He leans against her hand as she scratches the back of his ears once more, knowing they’ve gotten a bit twitchy — but whether he’d admit that out loud one day or not, he just really likes it. He feels floaty, fuzzy…

“Hey.” He half opens his eyes, Agatha’s gentle smile is the first thing he sees, warming his heart. Something straight out of a dream. “Y’know what, I really like you.”

Her posture straightens in shock.

“Eh?” She blinks, and only now, Ruggie notices what came out of his mouth.

“Uh. I mean.” Oh. Oops, he giggles awkwardly. That hadn’t been how he thought he’d tell her about it, but… gotta make the best out of what you have, huh? Whether that went well or not… “Is that weird? If you don’t feel the same we can just drop it. But I’m telling you the truth. You’re just… special. I feel really comfortable with you, and all.”

He feels his face warm up, and he’s still laying there — These are kind of embarrassing things to say, aren’t they? But it’s her, and it’s true — Agatha is undeniably flustered, maybe they shared the slight red tint to their faces now. Ah, it’s weird. He feels anxiety threaten to pull him under for the first time in a while—

“I… I do too. A lot. M-Maybe too much.” And she stutters, tucking a lock of hair behind her ear as she looks away in this rare sort of shyness. “S-So, it’s not weird at all!”

Ruggie’s heart skips a beat.

“Cool. Okay.” The words processing in his mind, repeating over and over like they hadn’t registered yet, echoing. His face felt impossibly hot, his self control running low. “...can I kiss you?”

Agatha blinks, still wide eyed, and a smile appears on her lips, she fiddles with her hair again, brushing it off her shoulder. “I… yeah.”

All of this, it’s so… Ruggie has a tough time wrapping his head around it all, but he’s not going to argue a reality like this at all. Sparkling with excitement, he gets up, sitting next to Agatha again, and they exchange a look for a moment as he smiles, foreheads touching.

Ruggie feels like he doesn’t even know how to begin, like she’s his very first kiss. Tentative hands cup Agatha’s cheeks, and in the peak of his enthusiasm, they just go for it, so close to being at the same time — And their lips meet.

He feels euphoric, almost every bit of exhaustion forgotten when he feels Agatha’s smile against his, small breathy laughs bubbling up and leaving them before the kiss deepens and Agatha pushes back against him too.

They’re not really thinking about it at all, and maybe that’s how Ruggie prefers it. Agatha is warm when she presses closer to him, her arms wrapping around him, and he continues to hold her face in his hands even as they pull away to breathe for a moment, seeing her smile.

“You’re so cute.” She says in between slightly harsher breaths. “Ruggie…”

And he thinks of the time he’s thought about something like this happening, none of his fantasies ever really went like this — There was always some sort of struggle, a larger pause after he tells Agatha about his feelings even when he thought of victorious scenarios. Even when he had her with him in the end.

He wonders when they kiss again, should anything have the right to feel so easy?

She tastes vaguely like lipstick, something cherry-like and similar to what he’d associate to the color of her hair, with a hint of sweetness. Her arms around him pull him closer with surprising strength, he feels her heartbeat on his when their chests touch.

And Ruggie’s not good at keeping his hands to himself— He notices he’d been hungry, wanting something like this for too long, and even though the world feels too dreamlike, blurry from exhaustion and still a bit of denial, he lets his hands wander. He touches her arm first, but it doesn’t linger there, going down her sides and ending up on her hips, wondering if he could let them wander further, maybe over her thighs—

“Ahaha, s-sorry, I’m just really happy.” They pull away, breathing heavily, and Agatha is giggling, her smile turning the dim room into the sun itself. Ruggie can’t help but share the expression. “I never thought… this really feels like a dream.”

“Yeah.” Ruggie agrees. “What do we… are we doing anything else, or?”

His face feels hotter upon saying the words. He sounds lame, but—

“I don’t know.” She says with a sigh, but it’s content. Their foreheads touch, bodies still too close to each other, and too happy to be where they are. “I’m just happy we’re here.”

“Mm, me too.”

There’s one more kiss, although a brief one. Agatha’s hand is on his hair, idly running fingers through strands, even after they part again.

“You still look so tired.” She points out, voice gentle. “Don’t you wanna call it a day?”

Ruggie has to sigh. Well…

“Maybe.” He admits, finally, even though he doesn’t want to be away from her at all now. “But I’m gonna miss you if you leave.” It’s a playful complaint, even though he means it. Agatha chuckles a bit.

“I can stay with you, then.” She says with a rare sort of decisiveness. “Someone’s gotta take care of you if you’re not gonna do it yourself.” She pouts, pulling him a bit closer.

His eyes threaten to flutter shut like this.

“If it’s you, then.” He murmurs, laughing quietly. “Guess it’s alright.”

Agatha gives him one more kiss, a small affectionate peck on his lips.

“Good. Let’s think about everything else tomorrow, okay?”

Then it goes by easily. He sighs, releasing tension with his exhale, and Agatha holds out her arms for him with an inviting smile.

They lay down, not really bothering to turn off the lights just yet. Ruggie makes himself at home there, back of his head on her chest, an arm pulling him closer while she continues to pet him, warm and dreamlike.

And they think about it tomorrow.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst oc #ruggie bucchi #ruggie bucchi x oc #lis writing

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banditcoyote · 1 year ago

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Shishi gave her a reassuring smile. “Good.” he said happy to hear she was at least doing okay, and now that he was here he would be sure it would be better. “The trip was fine, it’s practically routine now. We are talking about buying a private jet. It makes sense if we’re going to be doing so much back and forth.” he laughed “I’ve secretly always wanted to have one.” Cal nodded “Go for it.” he said happily. Shishi linked arms with Sasuga to assist her towards the kitchen, itching for a glass of red wine himself. Coyote gave her a little nod. “This is it for tonight, just the family, in the morning Levi and his new girlfriend are coming for breakfast, and Raphael should be arriving early to escort us all to Paris as well.” he informed everyone. Shishi squeezed Sasuga’s arm, “I’m so excited for Paris.” he told her. “I’m sure Echo’s place is beautiful too. I just think it’s going to be so much fun.” they entered the kitchen together and he found the wine, going to work on opening the bottle. “Are you excited to see your other man? I’m not sure how you do it, going so long in between.” he sighed. “Though I’m sure Coyote is keeping you busy....right?” he said making sure that department was at least copacetic.

It Happened on Christmas Eve.

The amount of luggage that had suddenly appeared at the door did not fit in the entryway and Coyote was scratching his head. “I guess we can put it in the garage?” he said with a shrug. Shishi balked at him “My vintage Louis Vuitton luggage? In the garage Coyote?” he narrowed his eyes as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “It’s climate controlled.” Coyote offered to him hoping that was maybe the issue Shishi had in his head, the image of a cold and damp garage. It was better, but the Imp refused to acknowledge that and instead crossed his arms. “Where do you even keep all these? Your house is tiny.” He asked looking at the piles that nearly reached his head. Shishi looked at them “storage.” And before Coyote could argue further “it’s white glove service” he said. “It’s very nice.” Kurama chuckled softly. “They’ll be fine in the garage, it’s one night, and it’s climate controlled.” “And Look!” Gatlin held up his hands, now covered in white gloves he had manifested with his own powers. “White glove service.” Shishi huffed “Well now you’re just making fun of me.” He said and put his nose up and turned away to start into the house, spotting Sasuga in her comfy Christmas sweater and throwing his arms open. “Sasuga. All the men are ganging up on me, and not in the way I’d enjoy.” He said searching for a hug. “Please don’t lump me in with them.” Cal said from his place setting the table. “And please never phrase it that way again.” He laughed. “Dunno.” Thomasina smiled. “I’d kind of like to see Shishi ganged up on by a bunch of men.” She said with a wink. It was afternoon on Christmas eve and they were placing the finishing touches on the table while things were baking and cooking in the kitchen. Now that Gatlin, Kurama, and Shishi had arrived they could finally open a bottle of wine and start on the egg nog. “I’m not sure Shishi needs any encouraging.” Kurama said gently and cast a loving gaze to his mate. Shishi huffed again, though he was delighted with the attention and he smiled as he took Sasuga’s hands. “How are you?” Sasuga had shared the story about Frick and the Pirate ship with her uncle prior to his arrival, and he had discussed all her worries and insecurities at length, assuring her that Coyote had chosen her, and she was indeed enough, but understanding where she was coming from. Still he had kept it a secret from Gatlin and Kurama as promised.

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lazylazyhowl · 4 years ago

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foment (of snakes and cherry blossom)

foment (verb) – to stir public opinion; to incite rebellion

["Only time will tell, so I think I'll stay a bit longer." Sasuke and Sakura get married, and the world makes their wedding its business.]

AO3 Link

Written for SasuSakuTwitFest Day 6.

Prompt: Marriage x "Idiot, we're married." x Sasuke catches Sakura.

All 3 used, loosely.

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Twenty-five years old-

The ornaments in her hair tickle her cheek and wake her from thoughts as the car slows to a stop. Without a second wasted, the door opens and the roof simultaneously lifts and reveals her to the chilly outside.

Sakura squints beneath the wataboshi and takes in the imposing torii gate, vibrantly red, the white sunlight that lands upon it, glitters on even whiter snow.

Her breath frosts. She takes the black-gloved hand that is offered in assistance and steps out of the car.

The heavy shiromuku spills all around her, layers and layers of woven fabric and intricate embroideries that blend seamlessly into the ground. She feels, rather than sees, the presence of the surrounding crowd.

Sasuke stands just a few steps away, in some hushed conversation with Kakashi.

He reminds Sakura of a picturesque ink painting. Their eyes met as she approaches, and she flushes under the fine powder on her cheeks. The dark silk of his haori has nothing, she thinks, on the depthlessness of his eyes.

Under the steady weight of his stare, the jitters beneath her obi settle. She holds her head infinitesimally taller and returns his smile.

(She might just drown if she stares too long.)

Her own gait is unfamiliar with the clunky pair of high heels, and the trailing robes hinders, but she keeps pace with him without struggle.

His and her ceremony, every bit meant to be a private affair, made headlines a full week before the day of.

There isn’t much to the procession when neither of them has any blood family left to speak of.

But as they walk on the stone-paved path that ducks beneath a vault of wintry branches and leads deeper into the shrine, out of sight his bodyguards and the local authorities are keeping an eye out for uninvited guests.

There is no wonder that the media shakes with excitement as it makes a debate out of this wedding. The last living Uchiha and heir to an enormous fortune finally settles down, and his bride is a clanless, meritless girl from the shadier side of the city.

Sakura supposes from an outsider’s view it’s either serendipitous love or a gold-digging scheme. Either interpretation is halfway condescending in her opinion.

The priest asks the gods for their happiness after the cleansing ceremony. She bows and solemnly accepts the blessing. (A voice in the back of her head tells her to hide, twist further into this deceptive white shroud because she can scrub the very skin off her flesh and still not be rid of stains.)

The sake is well-aged and has a subtle touch of apple and steamed rice. Three cups and nine sips later, they made their vows

“Until death, Sakura.” The oath is careful and quiet, but also sure. His beautiful fingers graze her callused ones and squeeze the pink-painted tips.

It’s unapologetically Sasuke to be so few of words. But what he says, he means; and in that helplessly forward way it is heartfelt. She holds his unwavering gaze and smiles.

“‘til death, Sasuke-kun.”

They bow once more to the overseeing gods. From this moment forth, she is Uchiha Sakura.

She changes into a hikifurisode with blooming myrtles cascading down its tail, the uchiwa ripples at the end of long, sweeping sleeves.

“My best wishes to the groom and bride,” Tobirama, immaculately dressed in a suit and tie, tells them over a raised cup of sake, his eyes dark and glinting, and amicable crow feet.

Sakura stands a little closer to Sasuke. The Senju elder couldn’t have been any more displeased by this turn of events.

Those who support their marriage can probably be counted on one hand, but the reception is still a big splash with all the prominent faces congregating at the Uchiha compound. All headache-inducing politics, but there’s copious food and sake to make it up.

Sasuke has an easy smirk on his face as noisy cheers erupt around them. Up until yesterday, he was still scowling, his foot tapping something furious underneath the kitchen table, as Kakashi prepped him for the social side of the gathering.

It doesn’t take very long for him to be pulled away from Sakura’s side for conversations beyond the scope of the occasion, and she’s left to entertain the other guests.

“Sakura-san, you and the Uchiha brat. Who would’ve thought?” Mei says with a grin and a half that Sakura can’t help reciprocate.

“Give or take, at least half of Konoha people, Mizukage-sama.”

“Don’t be a stranger now, hmm?” Mei gives her an inquisitive head tilt, and Sakura falters. (She’s never sure where she stands with others anymore, after everything, and now bearing the Uchiha name.) Thankfully, she never has to come up with a response when the Mizukage simply goes on.

“You know how gossip media is all over the place.” Mei wrinkles her nose and twists her brightly painted lips. “I could do without. It’s hard enough dating at my age. I say, the random person on the street can be more critical than my own parents now. Just because I also happen to lead them, haa...”

Sakura laughs a little more genuinely. “Sounds like peace, Mei-san.”

Mei’s chuckles fade into a forlorn sigh as she cradles her cheek. “Oh, I hear that, I do. What a time to be alive. Or Kage. Poor old Tobirama, really.” She shrugs and trails off for a moment before looking back to Sakura.

“Regardless of what happens from now on, I’m glad you two found each other, Sakura-san.” Mei holds up her sake. “To your union.”

Their cups tap with a small clink.

Perhaps with you at his side, something will change.

All things considered, Sakura hasn’t expected to receive much honest well-wishing, and she didn’t. That one such wish came from a figure holding as much stake as the Mizukage took her by surprise. Then again, Mei has always been a romantic at heart, Sakura just forgot that, like she has forgotten other things.

Maybe one day she’ll even forget how to heal.

“Be happy, Sakura-chan.” Here’s another honest wish, even though Naruto’s eyes look so sad as he says it. He’s arrived late from work, still in the sooty grey jacket of his Anbu uniform but distinctly more groomed and polished than he is often known for.

“Promise me.” He insists.

Guilt hasn’t been something she associates with Naruto for a while now. They’ve been at this for long enough to know what he wants and what she wants don’t align. He hasn’t met his match, is all; she is no loss to cry over. But tonight, the gnawing returns as she tells him.

“I promise.”

The way he grins without reserve, the whisker-like marks on his cheeks, it overlaps with a million other times in the past that he’s smiled at her.

She’s promised the same before the gods too, but this promise rings differently. It’s personal—raw. Real, rather than surreal.

When Sasuke reappears beside her, Naruto wastes no time to raise his voice.

“How could you go and leave Sakura-chan all alone like this, huh? Bastard! Tch, not even half a day’s gone by and already disrespecting the sacred vow.” Naruto shakes his head in dramatic disapproval.

“She and I married, captain. It’s not as if we became conjoined.” At Sasuke’s dry tone, Naruto throws his head back and cackles uncontrollably, much to her husband’s puzzlement. Sakura smiles into her sip of sake.

(Her husband. Husband. She keeps testing the words in her head and they’re more agreeable than the last time.)

“Whatever, don’t you ever break her heart, you hear me?”

Sasuke gives her a sidelong, searching look, and she can see the words being weighted behind his eyes.

“I don’t believe I can,” he says, light smile on his lips, before wincing in annoyance at Naruto’s hearty shoulder slaps.

In the ebbing hours of the wedding, she quietly leads Sasuke away from the celebration. His people—hers too now, she supposes—can take care of the rest.

Even when he maintains his stilly decorum, she can tell he’s already drunk near out of his mind, that he keeps his eyes on the ground just to walk straight, his hand clinging onto hers rather painfully. He didn’t even have much to drink, only the conversational shots exchanged between dialogues.

They end up in the lamplit garden, where the sound of running water and crisp snap of the shishi-odoshi fill the silence between them.

Snow crunches beneath their feet. The night air smells silvery compared to a stuffy, crowded dining hall.

“Oi...”

Sasuke tugs on her hand that he still hasn’t let go of, to turn her to him; he’s closer than she expected. The shadows flicker across the straight bridge of his nose and smooth, flawless skin. She can see the fine little white hair on his cheekbone as his face draws even nearer, his eyes dark, darker than this moonless night.

Their noses brush lightly, tentatively that it’s sweet, that her heart quickens. Their combined breaths drift away from between them, and she can taste alcohol on the warm, heady air. Even up close he doesn’t look all that wasted, with that sheen of clarity in his eyes, or maybe she’s pretty tipsy herself.

She closes her eyes, closes the last few millimeters between their lips. A quick, chaste kiss. And another. His lips are softer than you’d expect. Without disentangling their fingers, he brings his other hand up to angle against her jaw, neither rough nor gentle. Just firm, and it’s anchoring.

There’s the sound of a shutter going off, instantly muffled by a clear tap of the shishi-odoshi.

She licks the tang of apple sake from his lips. (Maybe…drowning wouldn’t be all that bad an ending.)

Sasuke wakes up dry-mouthed and to a nasty pounding in his head. The chill in the room hits his naked skin the next moment, and he curls up inside the futon.

His vision is blurry, his extremities weak. He bites down on another groan and brings a shaky hand to his head. If he didn’t already know misery, he’d say this is it and it is never, ever happening a second time.

Now it occurs to him that someone other than him has laid out the futon. He buries his face into the pillow, eyes squeezed shut, a suffering groan, and stench of alcohol on his tongue. There is no recollection as to how he’s even made it to the bedroom.

What he does remember is Naruto’s dumb face, a look of loss braved by loud guffaws and half-jokes that were completely serious. Advice unasked for is no different from spit in the face.

Who does Naruto think he is, anyway, prying into her and Sasuke’s business? (And that’s what it is: business)

The angle of the light on the tatami tells him it’s still morning, a little later than he normally wakes. After a small battle with the heavy blanket, it takes him a few more minutes to gather his bearings to pull on a kimono and make his way to the kitchen.

Out in the living area, he finds Sakura slumped over by the coffee table with a small army of sake cans standing watch at her side. A blanket is draped snuggly over her shoulders.

He slides the door shut behind him, more discreet than when he’s opened it.

“Nn, good morning, Sasuke-kun.”

He pauses mid pouring a glass of water and meets her gaze that’s half-hidden behind mussed pink locks.

“Maybe.”

She giggles into her arms she uses as makeshift pillows. He takes immediate aversion to the bubbly mood, and though he doesn’t think he’s letting it show, she seems to pick up on it anyway and grins a little wider.

“Take that with your water then.” He follows her finger (small, he remembers; lightly rough to the touch) to a plastic bag perching near the edge of the table that he’s assumed was just more sake. “Medicine. I asked Lee to get it since I figured you’d be in need. He told me I was most youthful.” She giggles again in some private joke.

Sasuke sits down across from her, their socked feet touching in the small space beneath the table. He’s careful not to knock over the empty cans, pushed haphazardly toward his side of the table to allow Sakura the rest of the surface, and rummages through the bag’s content.

The medicine is hidden underneath several unopened sake cans, a small tube with bright labeling that he brings up to the light for examination. Not that he has any expertise in this branch of products to judge.

“Save some for me.”

“Hn.”

He drops two tablets into the water according to the fine prints and watches them dissolve into clear white foam.

Sakura is still sprawled out on the table and playing with one of the cans. The sun rays seep through the kitchen window and settle on her face to deepen those greener shards in her eyes. There’s a light flush to her cheeks, knots and tangles in her hair that she hasn’t bothered undoing; some pink strands sticking to the side of her face as she returns his watchful gaze.

“Did you see the news?” When he remains silent, Sakura produces the phone he’s recently given her, already decorated with all manners of animal stickers, and shows him the screen after a few quick taps.

He squints to see a picture of them from last night, wedding garbs and all, caught in the middle of what appears to be a kiss.

It was. He recalls now, doing something like that upon sensing the paparazzi, how she’s been the one to lean in at the end. And the velvety taste of lipstick at the tip of his tongue. Without the haze of alcohol, it doesn’t seem as good an idea anymore.

(At least, he thinks, that’s a well-taken picture.)

“They’re writing up a storm on us.” She takes the phone back to scroll down a few times. “You should see the comment section.”

“I’m fine.”

“Oh.” Her smile fades. Her hand, with the phone, retreats inside the blanket cocoon, and she drops to her cheek on the table. “It was my first kiss, you know,” she says after a bit.

He stares at the top of her head. Her tone is light as far as he can tell, but his instincts tell him to apologize. And he does, even if he doesn’t mean it.

“No.” She sighs. “No. It’s not like I was particularly saving it. There was just no good timing.”

“I see.” He picks up the glass and downs it in one breath and puts it back down none-too-graciously. Fruity, like melon. Maybe apple.

“You know, I’ve always had it in my head—nothing specific, just somewhere in the back, the idea that I’d marry someone I love. I mean, who else does the common person marry, anyway?”

“You’re not the common person, Sakura.” This he can say with certainty. Sasuke has no use for the common and run-of-the-mill.

She doesn’t take it as a compliment as he intended. She shifts to rest her chin on her arms, staring up at him unimpressed. “No, I guess not,” she says. “So, poison is no big deal, but it’s alcohol that gets you.”

“I suppose.” He rubs at the bridge of his nose, feeling strangely on edge.

“Stay away from it from now, you’re a boorish drunk.”

“Aa, I can say the same for you.”

Sasuke doesn’t mean to sound annoyed, never mind that he is. He’s usually more tolerant, a little more scrupulous even if not patient. (He’s still not equipped to deal with this on a good day.) Her foot moves away from his as she draws her knees to her chest and tucks herself further into her cocoon.

Lee. Lee’s fault for even buying this obscene amount of alcohol on top of the hangover medicine as if they weren’t irony in a bag. Was it because Sakura also has a say in the house now?

As the silence stretches between them, he sighs. “Look-”

“How are you feeling?” She grabs one of the cans nearer to her and tips it against her lips for a sip.

He takes the out she’s offering. “Aa, better.” And in retrospect, like an idiot, for losing his temper over something so trivial. The hangover, he supposes.

“Shishō always said that brand worked faster than the rest.”

“I can’t say I’m impressed she was able to draw that conclusion.”

Sakura laughs at that, a belly-laugh of when you find something genuinely funny, and he can’t help but wonder if this is actually her default. This airy personality that’s prone to smiles and giggles, that takes his words and doesn’t dissect them for more than face value. More girl than woman.

And he wonders, where she disappears to on the days Sakura isn’t drunk. Or if it’s just him that hasn’t experienced her before.

Compared to the usual Sakura, with the guarded melancholy and a guilt complex, this one is vastly different, and he’s not sure how to use this information just yet.

Her laughter subsides and her smile fades by a shade. “I tried turning to alcohol before, too you know, but couldn’t make it work quite like shishō.”

Making alcohol work is an oxymoron unless you’re Lee and in combat, and even that is a wild card as far as Sasuke is concerned. But he stays his tongue. She doesn’t intend to rely on alcohol, and that’s good enough for him. It’s not his place to change her opinion on anything.

“If I’m this much of a mess right now…I can’t imagine how much she’s seen, at her age. Oh, but don’t tell her I said that,” she says with a little laugh as if he’s going to be picking up the phone to call Tsunade Senju for a friendly chat in the near future. “Shishō’s strong.”

“Hn, so are you.”

Sakura takes another sip before placing the sake down with a soft clink. “I’m going to wash my face,” she announces and shimmies out of her cocoon, oddly reminiscent of his recent struggle with the futon. When she stands and knocks her knee into the table, sending the several empty cans clattering onto the floor, Sasuke rises as well and walks around the table to her side.

“Sorry…”

“It’s fine.”

“I’ll get that.” But she missteps and places her foot onto one of the rolling cans. From the way her limbs are completely relaxed as she falls backward, she would have hit her head on the floor if he wasn’t already behind her.

He steadies her with an arm around her shoulders. Sakura turns her head and gives him a blank stare that tells him she’s not all there. Near putty against his chest, and smells strongly of sake, just like last night.

“Sorry,” she says after a bit.

“Don’t do this anymore, it’s unbecoming.”

She smiles. “Of Uchiha?”

“Of you.”

Her smile dims again; she gestures to the cans. “Just leave it. I’ll clean up later.”

“I’ll do it. You already cleaned up after me last night.”

“No, I-”

“Sakura, I’ll do it.” He squeezes her shoulder and attempts his best reassuring tone. “Go get a bath instead, you stink of sake.”

She pushes away and rounds on him with a frown and huff. “Well hello, pot.”

“I’ll go after you.”

“Hmph.” She turns to leave.

As she opens the door, he calls after her. “If.” She looks over her shoulder at him. “If it helps, that was also my first kiss.”

Sakura blinks a few times, then laughs. “Not in the least. But it’s pretty funny that you think it would, Sasuke-kun.”

Is it? An eye for an eye; one first kiss for another. It makes sense in his mind, as it must in hers as well, even if she laughs about it. (Or does she laugh at it?)

“We’re married, silly. Let’s not keep scores, okay?”

With one last giggle, the door slides shut and he’s left in the kitchen by himself.

He clears the cans away and rolls up the blanket she’s left behind, he thinks about the sobering sound of shishi-odoshi and the night air nipping at his nose and cheeks; and waking up alone with the futon laid out just where he prefers. He thinks about bittersweet apple sake and compares it to the melon candy taste of the medicine on his tongue.

Her look of surprise and doubt when he asked for her hand. That moment when her hanko presses firmly next to where his own seal was still drying.

After making sure everything is in order, Sasuke takes the blanket back to the bedroom.

So, she doesn’t wish to keep scores.

He’ll give that some more thought and decide what to with it later.

#sasusaku #uchiha sakura #uchiha sasuke #Married life?#AU #arranged marriage au #partners in crime #sasusakutwitfest

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hattercatsparadise · 4 years ago

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[Biographical information]

Name:

Chiba Sayuri

Age:

Birthday:

October 18

Sign:

Libra

Height:

164 cm

Appearance:

Despite her age, Sayuri has a very young appearance that makes some people think she is at least twenty-five years old. In addition she has long dark brown hair arranged in an elaborate bun and a lock of hair falling over the left side of her face and pinning the entire hairstyle with three kanzashi hair ornaments: a giraffe print clip, one made of decorated silver with bells-shaped flowers and a black toothpick with a large red “pearl”. She also has a pale shade on her skin and beautiful black eyes like onyx and commonly wears a light pink shade of lipstick in addition to beautiful kimonos as casual clothes as her favorite kimono: a black with cherry petals and red camellias next to an obiage red, a golden obi and a red obijime and dark red glasses in addition to the zori (sandals) and tabi (socks).

As for the clothes of her profession, she usually wears white sneakers, white social pants and a light blue polo shirt that usually stays under her coat in addition to the other usual protective clothing of her profession.

Homeland:

Unknown

[Personal information]

Personality:

Sayuri is very relaxed, always with a smile on her face, regardless of her situation. She seems to enjoy teasing others and can be somewhat sadistic about it, especially enjoying friendly teasing first year students by treating them as if they were her children.

Sayuri is also kind by nature and has been described by others as having very kind eyes that emanate the gentleness of the starry sky and moonlight and also that she has a caring and caring maternal personality. She displays a great deal of calm and a subtle, but notorious determination will not give up once she has a goal to achieve; the best example of this is how dedicated she is to her niece and daughter, Harumi.

Although she is relatively strong mentally and efficient on her own, Sayuri is not opposed to asking for help when needed, but also to cooperate to help others. She is very protective of her friends and even more so with her daughter. However, despite her kind and understanding nature, Sayuri has a limit on her tolerance and does not like rudeness and cowardice.

Likes:

Crafts, being with loved ones, traditional dances, music (classical and traditional), photography, learning about mythology and urban legends, playing and learning to play traditional instruments like shamisen or koto, singing, animals, kyuudo, yabusame, judou.

Dislikes:

High places, Bullying, people who judge at first sight or without knowing, prejudice, people who judge without first knowing something or someone, lies, move your belongings without permission, feel lonely, pollution, do not brush her teeth before sleeping or after eating.

Hobbies:

Play shamisen and koto

Biography:

Sayuri took legal custody of Harumi when the niece was less than a year old as the parents were completely negligent towards her and a bailiff granted her guardianship who raised her as a single mother. Even with her busy life as a renowned dentist and even being a reference in the field, she was able to help Harumi raise her with great love and being taught to be respectful and independent. From an early age she raised Harumi as her own daughter, giving the young girl everything that was denied by her biological parents.

Regarding Harumi's biological parents, she always made her relationship between her and Harumi clear and always left the choice of her niece if she wanted to meet them or learn more about them even if Sayuri has resentment against her own brother and sister-in-law, for everything how bad they caused Harumi when the girl was still very young.

[Professional information]

Dorm:

Ramshackle Dorm

[Unique magic]

Absolute Denial: Sayuri imposes her will and can destabilize, react and cancel magical powers. Therefore, she is able to manifest this power to oppose and overcome all forms of magic, even those that can defend spells. In addition, she is capable of causing damage to everything related to magic, for example, she can destroy magic objects, cancel the effect of curses and eradicate creatures composed of magic energy.

[Relationships]

Family:

Chiba Harumi (Niece)

Brother

Sister in law

Mom

Dad

Uncle

Cousin

[Fun facts]

Favorite food:

Zaru soba

Less favorite food:

Gummy candy

Talent:

Empathy

Dominant hand:

Right

Trivia:

Her name means "little lily" or "lily that is born early" while her surname means "Thousand leaves";

Sayuri has the principle that before judging people, must first know them;

About Sayuri's empathy as “talent” is her ability to understand people's emotional states even if they are good at hiding them and maternally sympathizing with them, always knowing how to comfort them;

She has two pets, an akita named Hachiko and a blond cat of the ragdoll breed called Shishitarou;

The justification of her pets' names for loving the Hachiko dog story

For Shishitarou it is because the fur around the neck is a little longer, resembling a lion's mane and “shishi” ⌞ 獅子 ⌝ means “lion” and “tarou” ⌞ 太郎 ⌝ means “older son” since he was the first mascot that she had;

She is one of the few members still alive besides her uncle and parents to know that there were ancestors who used magic in the Chiba family.

[Informação Biográfica]

Nome:

Chiba Sayuri

Idade:

Aniversário:

18 de outubro

Signo:

Libra

Altura:

164 cm

Aparência:

Apesar de sua idade, Sayuri possui uma aparência muito jovem que faz com que algumas pessoas pensem que ela possui ao menos vinte e cinco anos. Além disso ela possui longos cabelos castanho escuros arrumados em um coque elaborado e uma mecha de cabelo caindo sobre o lado esquerdo do rosto e prendendo todo o penteado com três kanzashi, enfeites de cabelos: uma presilha com estampa de girafa, uma feita de prata decorada com flores com formas de sinos e um em forma de palito negro com uma grande “pérola” vermelha. Ela também possui um tom pálido em sua pele e belos olhos negros como ônix e comumente usa um leve tom rosado de batom além de belos quimonos como roupas casuais como o seu quimono favorito: um negro com pétalas de cerejeiras e camélias vermelhas junto de um obiage vermelho, um obi dourado e um obijime vermelho e óculos vermelhos escuro além das zori (sandálias) e tabi (meias).

Já como roupas de sua profissão costuma usar sapatilhas brancas, calças sociais brancas junto de uma blusa polo azul claro que costuma ficar sob o jaleco além das outras habituais vestimentas de proteção de sua profissão.

Terra Natal:

Desconhecido

[Informação pessoal]

Personalidade:

Sayuri é bastante descontraída, sempre com um sorriso no rosto, independentemente da situação em que se encontre. Ela parece gostar de provocar os outros e pode ser um tanto sádica quanto a isso, gostando principalmente de provocar amigavelmente os alunos de primeiro ano tratando-os como filhos.

Sayuri também é gentil por natureza e foi descrito por outros como tendo olhos muito gentis que emanam a gentileza do céu estrelado e do luar e também ela ter uma personalidade maternal carinhosa e atenciosa. Ela exibe uma grande dose de calma e uma sutil, mas notória determinação não desistirá uma vez que tenha uma meta a alcançar; o melhor exemplo disso é quão dedicada é para sua sobrinha e filha, Harumi.

Embora ela seja relativamente forte mentalmente e eficiente por conta própria, Sayuri não se opõe a pedir ajuda aos outros quando precisar como também cooperar para ajudar os demais. Ela é muito protetora com seus amigos e ainda mais com sua filha. No entanto, apesar de sua natureza gentil e compreensiva, Sayuri tem um limite para sua tolerância e não gosta de grosseria e covardia.

Gosta:

Artesanato, estar com entes queridos, danças tradicionais, música (clássica e tradicional), fotografia, aprender sobre mitologia e lendas urbanas, tocar e aprender a tocar instrumentos tradicionais como shamisen ou koto, cantar, animais, kyuudo, yabusame, judou.

Desgosta:

Lugares altos, Bullying, pessoas que julgam à primeira vista ou sem conhecerem, preconceito, pessoas que julgam sem primeiro conhecer algo ou alguém, mentiras, mexam em seus pertences sem permissão, se sentir solitária, poluição, não escovar os dentes antes de dormir ou depois de comer.

Hobbies:

Tocar shamisen e koto

Biografia:

Sayuri assumiu a guarda legal de Harumi quando a sobrinha tinha menos de um ano de idade já que os pais eram completamente negligentes em relação a ela e um oficial de justiça concedeu a tutela a ela que a criou sendo mãe solteira. Mesmo com a vida agitada como dentista renomada e até sendo referência na área ela pôde com ajuda dos pais ela criar Harumi com muito amor e sendo ensinada a ser respeitosa e independente. Desde muito cedo ela criou Harumi como sua própria filha, dando a jovem todo que fora negado pelos pais biológicos.

Quanto aos pais biológicos de Harumi, ela sempre deixou claro seu parentesco entre ela e Harumi e sempre deixou a escolha da sobrinha caso quisesse conhece-los ou saber mais sobre eles mesmo que Sayuri guarde ressentimento contra o próprio irmão e a cunhada por todo o mal que causaram a Harumi quando a garota ainda era muito jovem.

[Informação profissional]

Dormitório:

Ramshackle Dorm

[Magia única]

Negação Absoluta: Sayuri impões sua vontade podendo desde desestabilizar, reagir e anular poderes mágicos. Sendo assim, ela é capaz de manifestar esse poder para se opor e superar todas as formas de magia, mesmo aquelas que podem defender magias. Além disso, ela é capaz de causar danos a tudo o que seja relacionado à magia, podendo, por exemplo, destruir objetos mágicos, cancelar o efeito de maldições e erradicar criaturas compostas por energia mágica.

[Relacionamentos]

Família:

Chiba Harumi (Sobrinha)

Irmão

Enteada

Mãe

Pai

Tio

Primo

[Fatos divertidos]

Comida favorita:

Zaru soba

Comida menos favorita:

Balas de goma

Talento:

Empatia

Mão dominante:

Destra

Trivia:

Seu nome significa “pequeno lírio" ou " lírio que nasce adiantado" enquanto seu sobrenome significa “Mil folhas”;

Sayuri tem o princípio de antes de julgar as pessoas deve conhece-las;

Sobre a empatia como “talento” de Sayuri é a capacidade de ela conseguir compreender os estados emocionais das pessoas mesmo que elas sejam boas em ocultá-los e simpatizar maternalmente com elas sempre sabendo como consolá-las;

Ela tem dois animais de estimação, um akita chamado Hachiko e um gato louro a raça ragdoll chamado Shishitarou;

A justificativa dos nomes de seus animais de estimação pelo fato de amar a história do cão Hachiko

Para Shishitarou é porque a pelagem ao redor do pescoço é um pouco mais longa lembrando uma juba de leão e “shishi” ⌞獅子⌝ significa “leão” e “tarou” ⌞太郎⌝ significa “filho mais velho” já que foi o primeiro mascote que ela teve;

Ela é uma, dos poucos integrantes ainda vivos além do tio e dos pais a saberem que havia antepassados usuários de magia na família Chiba.

[Información biográfica]

Nombre:

Chiba Sayuri

Edad:

Cumpleaños:

18 de octubre

Signo Astrológico:

Libra

Altura:

164 cm

Apariencia:

A pesar de su edad, Sayuri tiene una apariencia muy joven que hace que algunas personas piensen que tiene al menos veinticinco años. Además, tiene el pelo largo y castaño oscuro dispuesto en un elaborado moño y un mechón de pelo que cae sobre el lado izquierdo de la cara y sujeta todo el peinado con tres adornos de kanzashi para el cabello: un clip con estampado de jirafa, uno de plata decorada. con flores en forma de campana y un palillo negro con una gran "perla" roja. Ella también tiene un tono pálido en su piel y hermosos ojos negros como el ónix y comúnmente usa un tono rosa claro de lápiz labial además de hermosos kimonos como ropa casual como su kimono favorito: un negro con pétalos de cereza y camelias rojas junto a un obiage. rojo, un obi dorado y un obijime rojo y gafas rojo oscuro además de las zori (sandalias) y tabi (calcetines).

En cuanto a la ropa de su profesión, suele llevar zapatillas de deporte blancas, pantalón de vestir blanco junto a un polo celeste que suele quedarse debajo de su abrigo además de las demás prendas de protección habituales de su profesión.

Tierra natal:

Desconocido

[Información personal]

Personalidad:

Sayuri está muy relajada, siempre con una sonrisa en su rostro, independientemente de su situación. Ella parece disfrutar burlarse de los demás y puede ser algo sádica al respecto, especialmente disfrutando de burlarse amigablemente de los estudiantes de primer año tratándolos como si fueran sus hijos.

Sayuri también es amable por naturaleza y ha sido descrita por otros por tener ojos muy amables que emanan la dulzura del cielo estrellado y la luz de la luna y también que tiene una personalidad maternal cariñosa y cariñosa. Muestra mucha calma y una determinación sutil, pero notoria, que no se rendirá una vez que tenga una meta que alcanzar; el mejor ejemplo de esto es lo dedicada que está a su sobrina e hija, Harumi.

Aunque es relativamente fuerte mentalmente y eficiente por sí misma, Sayuri no se opone a pedir ayuda cuando la necesita, sino también a cooperar para ayudar a los demás. Es muy protectora con sus amigos y más aún con su hija. Sin embargo, a pesar de su naturaleza amable y comprensiva, Sayuri tiene un límite en su tolerancia y no le gusta la rudeza y la cobardía.

Gustos:

Artesanías, estar con los seres queridos, bailes tradicionales, música (clásica y tradicional), fotografía, aprender sobre mitología y leyendas urbanas, tocar y aprender a tocar instrumentos tradicionales como shamisen o koto, canto, animales, kyuudo, yabusame, judou.

No le gusta:

Lugares altos, Bullying, gente que juzga a primera vista o sin saberlo, prejuicios, gente que juzga sin saber antes algo ni a alguien, miente, mueve sus pertenencias sin permiso, se siente solo, contaminación, no se cepilla los dientes antes de dormir o después de comer.

Aficiones:

Juega shamisen y koto

Biografía:

Sayuri tomó la custodia legal de Harumi cuando la sobrina tenía menos de un año, ya que los padres de Harumi fueron completamente negligentes con ella y un alguacil le otorgó la tutela que crió a su sobrina como madre soltera. Incluso con su ajetreada vida como dentista de renombre e incluso siendo una referencia en el campo, pudo crear Harumi con la ayuda de sus padres con mucho amor y aprendiendo a ser respetuosa e independiente. Desde temprana edad crió a Harumi como su propia hija, dándole a la joven todo lo que le negaban sus padres biológicos.

En cuanto a los padres biológicos de Harumi, ella siempre dejaba clara la relación entre ella y Harumi y siempre dejaba la elección de su sobrina si quería conocerlos o aprender más sobre ellos, incluso si Sayuri tiene resentimiento contra su propio hermano y cuñada, por todo lo mal que le causaron a Harumi cuando la niña aún era muy joven.

[Información profesional]

Dormitorio:

Ramshackle Dorm

[Magia única]

Negación absoluta: Sayuri impone su voluntad y puede desestabilizar, reaccionar y cancelar poderes mágicos. Por lo tanto, es capaz de manifestar este poder para oponerse y superar todas las formas de magia, incluso aquellas que pueden defender hechizos. Además, es capaz de causar daño a todo lo relacionado con la magia, por ejemplo, puede destruir objetos mágicos, cancelar el efecto de maldiciones y erradicar criaturas compuestas de energía mágica.

[Relaciones]

Familia:

Chiba Harumi (sobrina)

Hermano

Cuñada

Mamá

Papá

Tío

Prima

[Hechos graciosos]

Comida favorita:

Zaru soba

Comida menos favorita:

Caramelo de goma

Talento:

Empatía

Mano dominante:

Correcto

Trivialidades:

Su nombre significa "azucena" o "azucena que nace temprano" mientras que su apellido significa "mil hojas";

Sayuri tiene el principio de que antes de juzgar a las personas, primero debes conocerlas;

Acerca de la empatía de Sayuri como “talento” es su capacidad para comprender los estados emocionales de las personas incluso si son buenas para ocultarlos y simpatizar maternalmente con ellos, siempre sabiendo cómo consolarlos;

Tiene dos mascotas, un akita llamado Hachiko y un gato rubio de la raza ragdoll llamado Shishitarou;

La justificación de los nombres de sus mascotas para amar la historia del perro Hachiko;

Para Shishitarou es porque el pelaje alrededor del cuello es un poco más largo, se asemeja a la melena de un león y "shishi" ⌞ 獅子 ⌝ significa "león" y "tarou" ⌞ 太郎 ⌝ significa "hijo mayor" ya que él fue la primera mascota que ella tenía;

Ella es uno de los pocos miembros que aún viven, además de su tío y sus padres, que saben que hubo antepasados que usaron magia en la familia Chiba.

#Chiba Sayuri #twisted wonderland #oc

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rayneyroses · 5 years ago

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Can I get uhhhhhhh "I sleep better when you around" oumasai plz UwU

✨ Send me a Soft Sentence Starter for a drabble! ✨Shipping: OumasaiWord Count: 534Note: thanks for the request pal!! this got soft... ♥ hope you like it!

“Nnnh…”

A sleepy hand grabbed at the back of his shirt. Shuichi froze with bated breath as he realised, he might’ve woken him up. It was Saturday and they had agreed on spending a lazy day at home. But he’d been awake for so long and didn’t want to disturb Kokichi’s sleep, so he thought maybe, he could sneak in a little work before breakfast…

“Nooo… don’t go…”

The warmth that enveloped his heart melted his determination away. Without being able to help it, Shuichi turned around and slipped back under the comforting embrace of their covers. Kokichi made a cute, content noise in the back of his throat when he kissed his forehead. No, it was impossible. When he saw his boyfriend like this, a sleepy mess of dishevelled hair and rosy cheeks, it was impossible not to hug him tight. With a quiet, embarrassed whine at his own thoughts, he gave in and pulled Kokichi closer to snuggle him like a small teddy bear.

He had told him a long time ago. Shuichi knew of Kokichi’s nightmares, just like his own. So if he asked him to stay, he would, because he knew both of them slept better with the other around.

“…shishi… nishishi… Shumai’s gonna… squeeze me to death, dummy…”

He blinked his lavender eyes open and drew a smile from Shuichi’s lips. Taking in his familiar smell, he buried his nose in Kokichi’s hair and his eyes fluttered shut.

“Ah, sorry. Did I wake you…?”

Kokichi lightly shook his head, followed by a squeeze.

“Duh! How dare you interrupt my beauty sleep? You’re-”, he yawned into Shuichi’s chest, “…insufferable.”

Shuichi gave a soft giggle. “How can I make it up to you, Kokichi…?”

“Hmmm…” The prankster ran a hand through his raven hair, twirling a strand around his finger in thought, making Shuichi coo. “Address me as your Highness for the rest of the day.”

“…alright, my Majesty- Ow!” Kokichi hit his back with the flat of his hand. Though, there was a tinge of pink on his cheeks that made Shuichi laugh. “Sorry, I’m sorry! Your Highness.”

“I was joking, silly”, Kokichi stuck his bottom lip out in a pout and averted his gaze. He couldn’t help but reach out to stroke his cheek. So soft… however, that was when a piercing gaze caught onto him and Shuichi froze on the spot.

“Don’t lie to me, okay? We said today’s our lazy day. So you better relax, Shumai! …and get me some breakfast.”

It was obvious that he had been caught red-handed and Kokichi shot him a knowing yet forgiving smile. He knew this was to ensure he’d rest, but old habits were so hard to break.

But if he was asked to make food, he’d have to focus on that task. Alright.

“Are pancakes alright? We still have some berries and that syrup you like…”, he mused with a finger tapping his chin. The smaller boy broke out in a huge grin and leant in for a surprise kiss that made Shuichi’s heart leap.

“Extra syrup, please! …thanks, Shumai.”

Shuichi nodded. When he left their blanket fort, he got to work with a goopy smile on his lips.

#ndrv3 #kokichi ouma #shuichi saihara #oumasai #just-a-random-shipper-passing-by #𝓶𝔂𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓼𝓾𝓲𝓽𝓮 #🎲【 african solstice 】#🔍【 mountain oolong 】#🌺【 I shall deliver || request 】

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vinodiriso · 4 years ago

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💋 JUST FUCKIN DOING IT SHISHI

@peepingtoad || ask meme (not accepting!)

YOSHINO. 愛

The night was quiet and in the dark visions tended to get blurry. Yoshino though, like most ninja, had undergone training to sharpen her eyes in absence of light. Jiraiya’s features, then, were clear to her almost like in daylight; she knew them well, because, after all, she did observe him plenty when she was sure he wasn’t looking.

Jiraiya was handsome. Yoshino made sure never to tell him, but he was really the most attractive man she had ever met. Shikaku was appealing too, his sharp eyes, his angular face, but Jiraiya managed to combine a reassuring softness with a manly ruggedness. There was a reason why Yoshino couldn’t help but shiver when he held her tight. She was aware she was being hugged by a real man...and that never failed to make her feel so small.

The relaxation that washed over him in his sleep only managed to bolster his good looks. Supporting herself on her forearms, she glanced at him with avidity, taking advantage of his lack of acknowledgement and their closeness. So comely... how could she tell him that she loved to listen to him breathing while he was resting?

Her mind, clouded by a little alcohol she had allowed herself during their night-out, lacked judgement. So, very carefully, her index started tracing the contours of his face with a feather-like touch: his pierced nose, his high cheekbones, the red marks coming down his cheeks, the rim of his almond-shaped eyes with his thick lashes. Delicately, she brushed away some loose hair falling onto his face to let him rest properly.

And yet she couldn’t stop herself when her finger fell onto his lips. They were large, plump... she wondered how many beautiful people those lips had kissed. She wanted to be one of them. But he was asleep! She couldn’t do it to him... could she? It was likely Jiraiya would have never kissed her awake... it was so close, a ripe fruit she could take for herself, just barely, just for a moment...

“I will be quick,” Yoshino whispered, a startled promise, “please, don’t wake up...”

The kunoichi realized she was panting as she got closer to his face. She wavered, she hesitated, it was not fair. ‘Just a second. Just a second and it will be over. He can’t hate me for only one second...’ She closed her eyes as she pressed her mouth on his: it was soft and warm, it tasted like his skin and a bit of sake. Yoshino applied a little bit more strength, fully savoring that stolen kiss. It was blissful, her heart was beating like a hummingbird’s wings, her face was hot, her body as a whole was getting hotter and hotter, that innocent touch started having the aroma of lust, desire.

From a crack of her lips held ajar, her tongue made its way to lick his upper lip. As she realized what she was doing, she recoiled back in fright and terror, a hand pressed against her mouth in horror. That was all kinds of wrong. How could she take advantage of him like that? She was a horrible friend!

Trembling, wheezing, Yoshino put her head back onto his chest. She was a shivering mess on the verge of tears. She hated herself for liking that kiss beyond her expectations: she knew she was in love with Shikaku, she loved Shikaku, but there she was, kissing Jiraiya, hugging Jiraiya, wanting to have his attention and his touch and his voice, all of him, really. It was wrong, so wrong!

“Forgive me...” she murmured, her voice broken by sobs. She focused on his heartbeat to calm herself: thump thump, thump thump, thump thump. She tuned her breaths to that rhythm and she, soon, fell asleep, her cheeks wet with rebellious drops.

(What she didn’t notice, though, was that his heartbeat was accelerated and irregular. After all, Sage training was all about learning to be perfectly still no matter the situation, right?)

#the prompt was him kissing her #but i chose to ignore it because fuck it #we love a bold ; confused shishi #age gap tw #yoshino yukinohana/nara.#yoshino's thread #naruto content #peepingtoad #answered ask #( snow falls upon flowers ; beauty beholds itself in a mirror ) jirayosh.

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years ago

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Secret in His Eyes

Spinoff of Sins of the Father

Genre: Mafia Au

Pairing: Luhan x Reader

Summary: A vacation exploring China’s famous city was supposed to be relaxing. When you witness a horrifying murder, you instead find yourself in police custody, unable to run. Trying to stay alive, you meet Luhan, and you believe you can trust him. You never imagined that he might be the one you should be running from.

Part: Prologue I 1 I 2 I 3 I 4 I 5 I 6 I 7 I 8 I 9 I 10 I 11 I 12 I Final

This city was beautiful. The touristy parts, anyway. You were sure that – like every other city in the world – Beijing had its ugly scars, too. But you stayed in the areas that all the brochures and websites bragged about, saving you from having to see those not-so-shiny places.

You’d been saving up for this trip for the past year and a half. All your life you wanted to experience just one place new. Then you’d be perfectly content going back to your ordinary life with your office job. Or maybe this trip would just make you eager for the next one. It was kind of a toss up at this point in your youth. But you wouldn’t worry about whether or not you could be content with your boring routine until you were back home. For now, you’d continue exploring, taking in the beautiful, ancient architecture that was so unique to the region, visiting the art and history museums to learn more about what you were seeing, and trying all the street food you could get your hands on. Your main focus was to take in all that you could and not forget a single moment.

When you’d first arrived in Beijing, a nauseated feeling had bubbled up in your stomach. You were in foreign territory, completely on your own, with very little knowledge on how to navigate this roaring city. The feeling refused to die down as you checked into your hotel and searched the maps you’d been given by the front desk worker for something to eat. Even with as exhausted as you were from traveling, sleep didn’t come easy. By some miracle, however, you woke up the next morning much more at ease with your surroundings. Still nervous about getting lost or accidentally offending someone, but it wasn’t as threatening a feeling as it had been before. Going throughout your day, you nearly forgot all about your worries, too absorbed in your findings to pay attention to it.

By day three, you were practically a local. It was so magical, each new finding, that you couldn’t believe this was truly your reality, like soon you’d wake up to find it was all a dream.

“Oh, back again?”

You blushed as you bobbed your head in greeting. There was one vendor in the market place near your hotel that you kept coming back to. A mother and daughter team sold the most delicious baozi you’d ever tasted. Granted, your experience was limited to a few blocks, but it was a common street food and none compared to this dynamic duo’s. While the mother didn’t speak English, you were able to communicate with the daughter well enough.

“It’s my favorite treat,” you admitted shyly. The daughter waived you closer before pulling out two steaming, fresh buns, wrapping them carefully before holding them out to you. When you started to pull out your wallet, she shook her head. “No. These are just for you. Since you like them so much.”

You pursed your lips. “That doesn’t feel right.”

“You’ve been a loyal customer,” she laughed. “It’s the least we could do! However,” she rounded the cart, coming up close to you as she lowered her voice, “tonight is the Shangyuan Festival. My mother will be staying in, but if you would like to join me to make her happy that I won’t be alone, we’ll consider that payment.”

It still didn’t seem fair, but you laughed anyway. “Yes, of course!” You’d noticed the streets being decorated with paper lanterns since your arrival – some were the traditional round red ones you were used to, but others were shaped like flowers and animals, beautifully crafted and painted, making you stare in awe. “It’d be nice to have someone show me the festival.”

“Good! It’s settled then. We will close before the sun sets, so meet me here then. We’ll walk my mother home and then I will show you the festival!”

You nodded eagerly. Before parting so you could hurry to your other planned activities for the afternoon, you finally learned the daughter’s name: Shishi. It was cute and not something you’d really heard before.

The afternoon hours seemed to fly by and before you knew it, the sun was beginning to disappear from the sky. As quickly as you could, you ran back to the stall, careful not to ram anyone down in the process. Shishi was still waiting for you patiently, her mother shaking her head at you in a scolding manner.

“I’m so sorry,” you huffed, half doubled over from your exhausting sprint.

“It’s okay,” Shishi laughed at you. “Let’s get Mother home and then we’ll attend the festival.”

You nodded and stepped back for her to lead the way. Their home wasn’t too far from the stall and once Shishi saw her mother inside, the two of you took off towards another district in the city where a big crowd had gathered near the Chaobai River.

Lanterns of all shapes and sizes hung from nearly ever ledge. Children ran around the streets while carrying sticks that held small paper fish on the ends of strings, making it looking like schools of fish were swimming through the air. Different sweet scents drifted up to your nose, making your mouth water.

Perhaps seeing that ravenous look in your eye, Shishi pulled you over to one of the vendors, getting each of you one of those sugar coated sweets made by the true experts of the trade. The artists didn’t have fancy, expensive culinary schooling; they simply had tradition and a love for the for food.

You continued to walk along the street in order to take in all the sights happening around you. This was the reason you’d come to the beautiful city of Beijing. The joy and laughter around you was infectious and you felt as if you were on the receiving end of a precious gift. All the pictures and blogs in the world couldn’t truly capture the feeling, the essence of the festival and the deep rooted traditions happening before your very eyes. No matter what happened to you on this trip, you knew tonight would be something that you would never forget.

Luhan leaned back in his chair and waited rather impatiently for the underling to arrive. It was ten minutes past the time he was told to be here and Luhan was losing his patience.

For the past month, he’d had a man inside the main police department of Beijing and he needed his updates. Lately, the cops had been one step ahead of him while conducting his deals, putting several of his suppliers behind bars and ruining his business. His own customers were getting antsy, hence why he needed the information to squash the rat.

Leaning up against the wall to his right, Kris chewed on a toothpick between his teeth. “I thought he was supposed to be here by now.”

“Unfortunately, Xiaofei isn’t known for his punctuality,” Luhan huffed. He picked up the glass ball he kept on his desk and inspected it, although there was nothing wrong with the small paperweight. In the low lighting of his office, he could only make out a faint shadow on the smooth glass rather than his reflection. The small globe was almost completely see-through except for the etched continents covering the surface. While he couldn’t quite say that he held the world in his hands, the little globe gave him a sense of accomplishment, even when things went a little askew.

“I still think we should have sent someone else,” Tao whined from the couch. He was staring up at the ceiling, hands folded behind his head for a pillow as he reclined on his back. His suit jacket was draped across the back of the couch to save it from wrinkling.

Luhan rolled his eyes. He was tired of having this conversation over and over again. “Xiaofei already had connections within the office, I’ve told you that. Plus, he’d be able to blend better than most.”

There weren’t many people in the world Luhan could trust, the top two being in this room. Everyone who worked for him was under constant surveillance and he occasionally had to clean out the filth with little crumbs of fake information. It was how he survived all these years. The Chinese underworld was ruthless. He hardly had a moment where he wasn’t watching his back.

Just then, the door to the office creaked open. Tao sat up, eyeing the crack that wasn’t quite big enough to let a human through while Luhan placed the globe back down on the desk with a heavy thump. The vaguest outline of a shadow, visible against the white door frame, flinched at the sound. Luhan could practically smell the stench of fear radiating off of the underling from his seat.

Picking up his feet and placing them back down on the floor, Luhan growled, “Just come in before I lose my patience and shoot you through the door.”

That little threat did the trick. Xiaofei scurried inside the office, closing the door behind him with a sound that was halfway between a click and a slam. His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as if he was trying to keep the contents of his stomach from spilling out onto the rug. The police uniform Xiaofei had been given was wrinkled and half untucked. Were his men really such slobs?

Clearing his throat, Xiaofei straightened up and then bowed at a ninety-degree angle. He was putting on a brave front, they all knew. And Luhan would let him play his little act.

“Sir, I have not been able to find the leak within the department as of yet.” The voice that left Xiaofei’s mouth didn’t match the round, burly face he was born with. It was of a higher pitch, not fit for his age. The face that Luhan imaged the voice belonging to was one of a rat, pointed and sharp, all the features focused in on the center. It was a face that fit Xiaofei’s character much more closely.

“Did you even really try?” Tao spat. His dark eyes were narrowed at the underling. He was not one to take kindly to a lack of results.

“Y-yes, sir,” Xiaofei bowed quickly to the silver-haired boss. “The department is very tight-lipped. They don’t take too kindly to new faces. It’ll take me another few months to get them to trust me.”

“We don’t have another few months,” Kris snarled, flicking the toothpick at the trembling man. The little piece of wood stuck to Xiaofei’s shoulder, but he made no attempt to brush it away, accepting the small but humiliating action.

Luhan let out a long sigh in order to make his displeasure known in a much more subtle manner. “Xiaofei.” The man flinched at the sound of his name even though Luhan didn’t raise his voice above a causal level. “Before I sent you in there, you swore to me that you had connections inside. Now, that wasn’t a lie, was it?”

“No, sir, I swear!” Xiaofei staggered on his feet as he tried to plead for his life. As soon as Luhan stood, the coward fell to his knees in a showy sign of respect. “My connections are good. It’ll just take a little more time. Please. I will find the leak. I swear it.”

Grabbing a fistful of his shirt, Luhan bent down and stared Xiaofei down. “You have one month left. I suggest you bring me back something viable at the end of that time frame. If you don’t, then you’ll be replaced.” Letting him go with a forceful shove, Luhan headed for the door. He only paused long enough to give one last warning. “I like to think of this organization as a well-oiled, well-maintenanced machine. The only way to keep it working is to upgrade the parts that have become useless. And there’s only one thing to do with useless parts, isn’t there?”

Though Xiaofei didn’t look back at Luhan, the shiver that ran down his spine and shook his shoulders was visible enough proof that the message had been received. With confident steps, Luhan glided down the hall of the mansion he called home. Soon, he would find out who was undermining his operations and he would make sure they regretted ever going up against The Deer before he ended their life for good.

Your feet were aching and throbbing, but you still weren’t ready to go home for the night. Stuffed full of delicious street food made only during this special time, you continued to follow Shishi through the crowds, stopping every once in a while to watch a choreographed dance by a group of performers ora magic show put on by a man you suspected might be tricking the audience in more ways than one.

The stars above were beginning to come alive for the night, adding to the mystical atmosphere. Only the strongest were able to be made out against the fading backdrop thanks to the stronger lights of the city. It made you a little sad, not being able to see a sky full of twinkling stars, but you pushed that emotion away, preferring to focus on the happier commotion around you.

However, when you brought your eyes back to the festival, Shishi was gone. You whirled around several times, but you couldn’t find her. Over and over, you called out, but no reply was ever sent back your way. Frantically, you shoved through the crowd. Had something happened to her? Or had you simply been separated? It was your own fault for dawdling and not paying attention. Panic was starting to set in. Until you saw a familiar bun of black hair resting on top of a head that was about Shishi’s height.

You followed the bun through the crowd until the owner disappeared into an alleyway. She took a few more twists and turns before you finally caught up to her, grabbing her shoulder in relief.

“Shishi!”

When she turned around, however, you were frustrated to find that it wasn’t your friend, but a stranger you’d never seen before. She threw you a snarled look even as you bowed out an apology over and over again. Soon you were alone again and utterly lost. The only light to see by came from the more occupied main streets, but you weren’t sure which one you should head towards to try and find your way back. Every direction looked the same. You cursed yourself for not paying more attention the further you got from the main street.

Crash!

You jumped back against the brick wall, collapsing down to hide in the shadow of a dumpster when you saw a man fall to the cracking asphalt, his head bouncing off the ground as he landed hard on his back. Even in the dim light, you could make out a stream of blood running down from his nose and over his lips before dripping off his chin. When another man stepped into your line of vision, you shrank farther back, practically melding with the grime-covered trash bin.

The man who was still standing pulled out a gun and pointed it down at the one on the ground. As if knowing that his end was near, the first man simply groaned and turned his face upwards towards the sky. The man with the gun chuckled and began speaking in Mandarin. You couldn’t understand a majority of the words leaving his mouth, but one word did stick out to you: Lu. He repeated it a few times, mixed around in sentences that you couldn’t make out.

Then he shot the man on the ground, the bullet slicing through his forehead.

You couldn’t stop the gasp that your shock and horror forced out. Immediately, you slapped a hand over your mouth, praying that he hadn’t heard you. Seeing that there was just enough space between the wall and the dumpster, you scrambled to better hide yourself, hoping that you weren’t simply jumping into the barrel for an easier target.

Footsteps slowly headed in your direction, crackling the loose pebbles under his shoes with each step. You squeezed your eyes shut and sent up a silent prayer to anyone who might be listening. And apparently, someone was.

Sirens blared from a street close by. You barely caught the man disappearing around the corner when you risked opening your eyes. Slowly, you crawled out from behind the dumpster. Your hand landed warm and sticky, making you jump back with a scream when you realized it was blood pooling out from the dead man’s head.

Two new voices shouted and you threw your hands up to show you were unarmed. A bright light made you squint and you couldn’t tell who was approaching you, but you hoped it was the police. The light finally lowered. You let out a sigh of relief. The two officers lowered their guns and exchanged dumbfounded looks.

You had no idea what kind of mess you’d stumbled into.

#exo #exo mafia au #exo mafia!au #luhan x reader #luhan #lu han #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #kris wu #wu yifan #huang zitao #z.tao #tao #exo gang au #exo gang!au #exo series #Secret in His Eyes

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Tuesday with Thom

“You sure you have time for this?” Thom asked already unfolding her beach chair and nearly knocking over her spiked lemonade in the process. “I know you got some days on the road ahead of you, you kind of crunched your time huh?”

“Absolutely.” Coyote answered easily, already picking up a bale of hay like it was a bag of groceries and moving it to the back of the loft. Thom raised her eyebrows in appreciation of this strength. “Yeah, I did, but it was more than worth it, besides this won’t take me longer than an hour, tops.” Coyote told her as he pushed it tight into the corner.

Thom laughed and reclined in her spot in the hay loft, she thought about sliding her sunglasses down on her face, but decided to keep the shades up to admire the way Coyote moved about with such ease. The heat of the summer already causing his t-shirt to cling to his muscular physique with sweat. He might have been her ex, her current lover’s father, and the mate of her best friend, but Thom was still a woman and there was nothing wrong with appreciating a view. “You know, all those years of you and Gatlin coming by here, I can’t believe you made such a show of hiding this strength.”

Coyote grabbed a bale with each hand and laid them against the other ones. “Couldn’t get anything done too fast even if you weren’t watching,” he pointed out “What would we do just sit around and wait an appropriate amount of time?”

Thom nodded “I guess that’s true….” She held her straw up to her lips and took a sip. “So tell me about Sasuga fighting! This is the first time you saw her right?” she said looking for some gossip.

Coyote lit right up, a smile stretching across his face. Thom slipped her phone from her pocket and did her best to sneak a photo, knowing that Sasuga would love to see how proud her man was of her, just at the mere mention of her name. “I saw her fight before…uh….one of the first few times I met her.” Coyote’s face turned a bright shade of red and Thom zoomed in quick and got a perfect angled picture before Coyote lifted another hay bale to block the shot. Thom smirked and put her phone down, satisfied for the moment. “But that before we were really anything” just before. Coyote thought “so I thought she was good, but this time she got some new armor, and she was really driven….I actually have a couple shots I can show you after.”

“That would be awesome. I’ve seen her model, obviously” Thom said “But I haven’t really seen that other side of her, I can’t wait. So what about the rest of the time, were you doing press with her? How much personal time did you get?” she asked with a little tone to her voice heavily hinting that she was looking for some dirty details.

Coyote shot her a warning glance, but it was clear he was amused by it, “Have you been texting with Shishi?” he knew the pair had hit it off when he was here and her attitude now somewhat reminded him of Sasuga’s meddling uncle. She only smirked in response and waggled her eyebrows looking for an answer. Coyote took a breath “We had plenty of personal time, but not nearly enough. Leaving was hard, real hard, and there were a couple things we argued about, which was really not how I wanted to spend our time…”

Thom snapped to attention “Argument?” she wondered what it could be, she knew from their heart to hearts that Sasuga really had her mind set on two things, marriage and children, two things that could be big deal breakers.

Coyote sighed a big and rubbed the back of his neck. “She wants to get a house…” Thom thought this was curious as Coyote’s house was nothing short of amazing, and as she opened her mouth to ask further questions Coyote continued “In Japan” Thom promptly shut her mouth and let that sink in for a second, then moved to sip her lemonade without comment. “Yeah.” Coyote added and throwing a hay bale with a bit more strength than may have been necessary.

“Don’t bust any of those now….” Thom said softly, sensing his frustrations and still trying to make heads or tails. Coyote murmured an apology, understanding he was letting emotions get the best of him. “Japan huh….like permanently?”

Coyote shook his head quickly. “No, just like, a summer house, she had a little apartment there, it was nice, I liked it, rooftop entrance for us and everything. A bed that hung from the ceiling.” The corners of his lips turned up again, remembering their reunion back in June. His tail wagged a little, and Thom was glad to see he was back to reminiscing. “But she wasn’t somewhere a bit more private, which I get, she cant hide like I can, I know she just wants to be herself in her own place without worrying about people coming around, even my place, outside you gotta be careful none of the ranch hands are getting too close to the house.”

Thom sat up a little. “Wait, so she just wants like…a vacation house for you two?” she clarified.

“Yeah.” He said with a nod.

Thom blinked for a moment. “Okay. So whats the big problem?”

Coyote turned after he placed another bale down and stared at her for a moment. “It’s in Japan.”

Thom stared back. “Do we-……Do we not like Japan?” she asked still confused.

Coyote gave half a shake of his head “It’s just….it’s far.”

Thom tilted her head for a bit. “Okay….afraid of flying?” she said stirring the ice in her drink with her straw.

Coyote knew Sasuga couldn’t, or wouldn’t, fly but that wasn’t the point of the conversation so he didn’t bring it up “No….it’s just.” He sighed. “I feel like I’ve been real distracted…I love Sasuga, I love her so much, it’s hard to focus on the ranch when shes around and I feel like I’ve been really neglecting the staff and Preacher and Poncho. I don’t want to just…abandon everything I’ve built here. You know I’ve been a part of this community and I don’t want to become a hermit because all I want to do is hang out with my wife all day in my house, I don’t want to be a rich asshole like other ranchers, I like working and I like being around people and in town. But I feel bad that Sasuga feels like an outsider here, and I’m not sure how to bring her into the community, I want to make sure she’s comfortable like I am and-“ Coyote paused looking at Thom who was grinning ear to ear. “What?” he asked wondering what thought was going on her head.

Thom pressed her hand to her heart. “You called her your wife.” She cooed.

Coyote’s face went red again and he picked up a bale so he had an excuse to turn his back to her. “Well….ya know…..eventually….” he said trying to avoid the topic even though he had let it slip, and he was glad that Sasuga wasn’t around to hear him, less the two girls start shrieking about it together.

Thom gasped and nearly jumped out of her chair. “You didn’t propose to her in demon world did you?!” she asked entirely offended. “I swear to God if she comes back and there is a ring on her finger and you didn’t tell me. I swear Coyote Jones I’ll….well I don’t know what I’ll do but I swear I’ll-“

Coyote held up his hands and laughed a bit. “No…No I didn’t.” he said trying to calm Thom down. “It hasn’t even really been a year yet.” He reminded her.

“So?” She said with a shrug. “You’re already mated right? And Cal and I have barely dated for a year and-“

It was Coyote’s turn to interject “Cal Propose to you?” he asked quickly.

The blush that rushed to Thom’s cheeks was a perfect mirror to the one that had only left Coyote’s. “N-No.” she said with a little shake of her head and she pulled her lemonade to her mouth. “but I know that if I did I’d say yes.”

“I’ll be sure to tell him you said so.” He said matter of factly.

“Coyote! You better not!” she said grabbing a handful of loose straw from the loft floor and tossing it fruitlessly in his direction.

“Then you better not tell Sasuga bout this either!” he said with as much threat as she had in her voice. “Fine.” She said falling back in her chair defiantly.

“Fine.” Coyote said with a nod. The silence that fell between them was like a blanket. “You’d think she’d say yes?” he asked quietly.

Thom nodded “I know she would.” She took a sip “You planning on it?”

Coyote puffed out his cheeks. He knew the answer to this but there was no way he could tell Thom, she was Sasuga’s best friend here, and was getting close with Shishi, he knew the three of them together couldn’t help but gossip so letting anything slip, even as much as he had now, was a bit dangerous. “I was thinking about buying her a horse.”

Thom nearly choked on the mouthful of her cocktail. “You’re gonna propose to her with a horse?” she coughed out.

Coyote laughed heartily “No! No. Just something of her own to make her feel at home, I was thinking one of those Gypsy Vanners, I know they’re big and strong but she could handle it as long as she had a connection with the animal, and they’re so pretty.”

Thom understood they were fully changing the subject even if she wasn’t entirely happy with it. “They’re beautiful.” She agreed. “I know she’d have fun with all that mane and tail.”

Coyote nodded “I know, but if she wants to go to Japan then-“

Thom nodded “I get it, it’s not really a great idea getting a pet and then leaving it all alone all the time.” Coyote nodded, glad that Thom understood that at least. “And the business is kind of suffering since you’ve been running off with her a lot? Why don’t you just tell her funds are tight and you need to focus?”

Coyote paused “No….funds have been fine, and Sasuga has all her own money, she doesn’t need mine.”

“Wait.” Thom put her hand up. “Nothing is happening with the business?” He shook his head to confirm, everything had been fine. “Coyote. Don’t be an idiot.” He blinked at her. “I’m sorry, I know you’re an idiot, and you can’t just stop being you.” She couldn’t help the barbs. “You’ve worked really hard here, and you’ve built something that’s great, you should buy a vacation house with your mate, your eventual wife, and not worry about the business. I’m sure Gatlin could step in, he has for you in the past. Or is he too busy with-?” again her tone was dripping with intention. She wanted the dirt.

Coyote nodded “Oh yeah, super busy, he’s been hooking up with Shishi and Kurama like crazy, a real uh fuck fest, they can’t keep their paws off each other, You should see the marks on Shishi, I think he’s part incubus-“

Thom’s eyes had only started to glaze over as her fantasies took over but then she shook her head. “Hey! You’re trying to change the subject. We were talking about you! Buy the damn house Coyote!” she said slapping her leg.

He rolled his eyes, he had thought he was out of the woods about the house. “I’ll go look at houses” he agreed with a nod. “Im afraid of losing all this but I’m afraid of losing her more.”

Thom made that high pitch noise that women loved to make when they thought something was adorable and his ears tipped back on his head as she pushed herself up and rushed forward with arms outstretched. He returned the hug with a little laugh.

“You’re not gonna lose us Coyote. Not if you tried.” She promised as she squeezed him as hard as she could. “We love ya too much, you’re a great guy.” She started running her hand up and down his back

“How many of those cocktails did you have before I got here?” He asked her amused

“Just two….maybe three.” She laughed and looked up into his face. “You might need to help me down the ladder. They all just went right to my head in this heat.”

He nodded “Alright. Go sit down, don’t hurt yourself, I’ll hurry this up and we’ll get you back in the A/C. Deal?”

Thom nodded with a smile “Deal.”

#cut for length #I had literally no idea what to call this #Coyote #Thomasina

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