#vivi long black hair

[internatlvelvet]

Hyeju and Vivi

[buldakcorn]

Bask In The Glory

LOONA/LOOSSEMBLE Vivi x Male Characters

Genre : Gloryhole, Facial, Breeding, BBC, Cum-swallowing

5831 words

The scorching sun of Los Angeles kissed the pavement, making it almost too hot to touch. Vivi's bare legs stuck to the sticky sidewalk as she sauntered down the bustling street, her white tanktop clinging to her damp skin. Her skirt, short and flirty, danced with each step she took, revealing a hint of the black lace panties she had chosen for the day. Her long, wavy hair was pulled back into a high ponytail, showcasing her slender neck and delicate shoulders. The fabric of her top was thin enough to leave nothing to the imagination, showing her nipples as she didn't bother to wear a bra. The catcalls grew louder as she approached a construction site, the burly men pausing their work to appreciate the view she willingly provided. She reveled in the attention, a sly smile playing on her full lips as she tossed her hair back, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The sound of hammering and whistles grew into a symphony of male desire, and Vivi felt a thrill run through her. This was her game, and she played it well.

Turning a corner, Vivi's eyes locked onto a nondescript building that was almost invisible amidst the urban sprawl. Her heart quickened at the sight of it. This was where the real fun began. With a practiced twirl of her hips, she slipped through the shadowed alley at the back and approached the unassuming metal door, a stark contrast to the vibrant street life behind her. The back door, known to only a select few, was her secret passage into the world she craved. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and her nipples tightening further against the fabric of her tanktop. The anticipation was palpable. With a gentle push, the door swung open, revealing a dimly lit staircase that beckoned her with the promise of what awaited above.

The coolness of the stale air inside the building was a stark contrast to the heat outside, sending a shiver down Vivi's spine. She scanned the dimly lit corridor, her eyes adjusting to the shadows as the sounds of the city outside faded. The walls were lined with a series of stalls, each with a small, square opening at the bottom half, the very essence of anonymity. Her heart pounded in her chest as she approached the empty stall at the end of the hall, the 'Vacant' sign hanging askew. With a silent click, she locked the door behind her, the final barrier between her and the thrill she sought. The cramped space was a stark contrast to the grandiose stage she had walked earlier, but it was here she truly felt alive. She peeled off her skirt, revealing her wet black panties, and pulled her tanktop over her head, freeing her perky breasts. Vivi stepped out of her shoes and slid the lacy underwear down her legs, leaving them in a pile at her feet. She was now naked, ready to embrace the darkness and the unknown that awaited on the other side of the wall.

The moment the warm, firm flesh of the anonymous cock pushed through the opening, Vivi's breath hitched with excitement. Her delicate hand wrapped around the base, stroking it with a gentle, yet eager, touch. The cock was already thick and engorged, a silent testament to the power of her allure. She leaned closer, her heart pounding in her chest like a drum, her eyes fixed on the pulsing member. With the tip glistening in the faint light, she brought it to her lips and began to lick. From the velvety base to the sensitive, bulbous head, her tongue danced a sensual tango, tracing every vein and ridge. A soft groan echoed from the other side of the stall, spurring her on. The taste of pre-cum grew stronger as she worked her way back up, savoring the salty tang. With a devilish grin, she opened her mouth wide and took him in, her tongue swirling around the tip before she began to suck, the sound of her wet, hungry mouth filling the small space. Her other hand found her own dripping wet pussy, her fingers slipping inside with ease, matching the rhythm of her oral exploration. The anonymity of the act only served to heighten the thrill, the mystery man's desperate moans driving her closer to the edge of ecstasy.

With practiced ease, Vivi switched gears, her technique evolving from slow and sensual to fast and furious. Her hand gripped the shaft tighter as she quickened her pace, her head bobbing up and down with an urgency that made the stranger's hips buck against the wall. The wet sounds of her mouth grew louder, echoing through the alley as if to announce her expertise to the world outside. She pulled back, a string of saliva connecting her lips to the cock, and then plunged back down, taking him deep into her throat. The stranger's hands gripped the edges of the opening, his knuckles turning white as he fought to hold back his growing release. Vivi looked up, her eyes meeting his through the small gap, her pupils dilated with desire. She spat on the velvety head, watching as her saliva trickled down the shaft, mixing with the precum to form a glistening trail. A smirk played on her lips as she leaned in again, her mouth wide and eager, and took him back in, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked with renewed vigor. Strands of saliva fell from her mouth, painting her tits with a wet sheen that glistened in the dim light. The man's groans grew louder, his body tensing as he approached the brink of climax. Vivi's own pleasure mounted as she felt the pressure of his cock swelling within her mouth, her own juices coating her fingertips as she worked her clit in time with her sucking.

Vivi felt the anonymous cock throb in her mouth, a clear signal of the impending climax. Her pace quickened, her cheeks hollowing as she greedily sucked, eager to taste the sweet release she had coaxed from the stranger. With a muffled roar, he reached his peak, and she was met with the first hot spurt of cum that shot straight down her throat. She swallowed reflexively, the salty taste flooding her mouth as she took his entire load, feeling his cock pulse with every spasm. Some of the cum overflowed her mouth and painted her face and chest, the warmth of it making her nipples peak even more. With a final, powerful thrust, the man emptied himself into her willing throat, his hands now gripping the wall for support as his body shuddered with pleasure. Vivi pulled back, a trail of semen connecting her mouth to the now softening member, and let the remaining cum dribble out onto her tongue. She closed her eyes, savoring the flavor before opening her mouth, allowing the sticky strands to fall onto her heaving chest. The sound of his ragged breaths filled the small stall as he slowly regained his composure. She felt a sense of power, knowing that she had brought this stranger to the edge of pleasure, her own orgasm building steadily as she listened to the symphony of his aftermath.

As the hours ticked by, Vivi's body grew sticky with the remnants of countless encounters. The walls of the stall were a canvas of lust, painted with the evidence of her handiwork. Her jaw muscles had begun to ache from the relentless sucking, but she pushed through the fatigue, fueled by the adrenaline rush of each new anonymous cock that found its way through the opening. The current man was tall and thick, his girth stretching her lips and filling her mouth to the brim. Despite her jaw's protest, she maintained her rhythm, her hand still working her clit as if it had a life of its own. The taste of cum had become a familiar one, a flavor that grew more intoxicating with every passing minute. Each new groan, each new spurt of seed, brought her closer to her own climax. Her breasts, smeared with the sticky evidence of past conquests, heaved with every breath she took. The scent of sex permeated the stall, a heady mix of sweat, semen, and arousal that made her head spin. And yet, she was insatiable. With a glint in her eye and a hunger that never wavered, she continued to serve the endless parade of men, eager for each new mouthful of their desire. Her throat tightened around the cock in her mouth, her body trembling as the orgasm she had been chasing for hours finally crashed over her, sending waves of pleasure rippling through her core. The man grunted, his hips bucking as he too found release, adding to the sticky mess that coated her.

Vivi's eyes gleamed with a mix of satisfaction and hunger as she pulled back, her mouth open and inviting. His hips thrust forward, and she could feel his climax approaching like a freight train. With a wicked smile, she stroked him faster, her hand a blur as it glided up and down the shaft. His body tensed, and she knew the moment was upon them. The first hot spurt of cum shot from the tip of his cock, painting the inside of her mouth with a warm, salty stream. She reveled in the sensation, her eyes locked onto his cock as she opened her mouth to allow the rest of his load to spray onto her face, the warmth of it splattering across her cheeks and nose. She closed her eyes, savoring the feeling of his cum on her skin, her tongue darting out to catch any rogue droplets that had escaped. The man groaned with satisfaction, his hand relaxing its grip on the stall's opening as he finished. Vivi swallowed with a gulp, her throat constricting around the last bit of cum, and then leaned back against the wall, her breathing heavy and her body thrumming with the aftershocks of her own orgasm. She felt alive, her skin tingling with the excitement of the anonymous encounter, and she knew she was far from finished for the night.

"Who's next?"

Her eyes widened as a thick ebony monster filled the hole before her, the largest cock she had ever laid eyes on. It was a behemoth, a testament to nature's ability to create something so powerful and alluring. Her shock was only momentary, though, as the thrill of the challenge surged through her. The head was like a dark plum, veins pulsing along the length of the shaft, and it was glistening with anticipation. Vivi's hand hovered for a second, unsure of where to begin, before she wrapped her fingers around its base. It was so wide she could barely get a grip, but she was determined to conquer this beast. She took a deep breath, licked her lips, and leaned in, her heart racing like a caged animal ready to be unleashed. The stranger's cock twitched at her touch, and she felt a sense of triumph knowing she had this giant at her mercy. With a wicked smirk, she began her slow, deliberate descent, her mouth stretching to accommodate the girth as she took inch after inch of velvety heat. The man on the other side of the wall groaned, a deep rumble that seemed to vibrate through the very core of the building, and she knew she had him hooked. This was going to be a ride she would never forget.

Vivi's eyes watered as she fought to take in the massive length that stretched before her. It was a challenge she hadn't anticipated, one that sent a thrill through her body as she wrapped both hands around the base of the thick, dark shaft. Her jaw protested, but she was determined to conquer this new peak of pleasure. The man on the other side of the stall grunted his impatience, his hand guiding her movements with a roughness that only made her want to prove herself. She gagged slightly as the head of his cock pushed against the back of her throat, but she didn't pull back. Instead, she relaxed, letting the intrusion fill her completely, her hands working in unison with her mouth to create a symphony of sensation. Despite her best efforts, the cock remained unyielding, demanding more from her. She could feel his frustration as she struggled to deep-throat him, his hips pushing against the barrier that separated them, desperate for a deeper connection. Her eyes watered more, her throat strained, but she was unfazed. The thrill of the struggle, the raw, unbridled power of the situation had her pulse racing and her pussy dripping. The stranger's complaints only fueled her determination to satisfy him, to make him see just how skilled she truly was. And with a sudden surge of adrenaline, she managed to take him all in, her throat convulsing around his length as she swallowed his entire cock. His grip tightened, his moans grew more urgent, and she knew she had him where she wanted him. The battle was far from over, but she had claimed the first victory, her body buzzing with excitement at the prospect of what was to come.

After minutes have passed, the powerful climax washed over her like a storm, the man's cock jerking and pulsing as rope after rope of cum shot into her mouth and spattered across her face. She felt the warmth of his release coat her cheeks, her nose, and dribble down her chin as she struggled to keep up with the deluge. Her eyes watered uncontrollably, not just from the effort of taking such a massive cock but also from the intense satisfaction of watching the man lose control. With a final shudder, the anonymous cock retreated from the opening, leaving Vivi gasping for air, her face a sticky mess of cum. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, a smile of triumph playing on her lips as she watched the last of him disappear from the stall. The man's ragged breaths slowly returned to normal, and she knew he was gone, leaving her to bask in the aftermath of their shared ecstasy. Vivi took a moment to catch her breath, her chest heaving, before the thrill of the unknown once again drew her eyes to the next opening in the wall, her body craving the next encounter. She licked her lips, her heart racing with excitement as she leaned in to see what, or who, awaited her next.

Suddenly, the locks of the doorknob was being pressured. The door to Vivi's stall swung open with a harsh creak, and there he stood, the very man whose monstrous cock she had just managed to conquer. His eyes were like embers in the dark, burning with a hunger that seemed insatiable even after his powerful release. He stepped into the cramped space, his muscular frame filling the room, the scent of their combined arousal thick in the air. Despite the sticky mess covering her, Vivi felt a fresh surge of excitement at the sight of his towering figure and his already-erect member. The thrill of the unexpected invaded her, mixing with the lingering taste of cum in her mouth. She looked up at him, her eyes wide with a mix of fear and desire, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps as she took in the sheer size of him. He reached out a hand, and without a word, she took it, allowing him to pull her to her feet. The stranger's gaze never left hers as he stepped closer, his cock standing tall and proud, begging for her attention. Vivi's legs quivered slightly, but she didn't resist, instead leaning back against the cold wall, her breasts heaving with anticipation. The man leaned in, his breath hot against her neck, and whispered,

"You're not done yet, are you, little one?" His voice was a low, gravelly rumble that sent shivers down her spine, and she felt the unmistakable throb of her pussy in response. Her eyes never left his as she whispered back, "No, not even close."

With surprising strength, the man spun her around so that her back was pressed against his broad chest, her face mere inches from the cold, unyielding wall. His hands were everywhere, leaving a trail of fire across her skin. He squeezed one of her breasts, his rough fingers pinching her nipple and rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The sharp pleasure of his touch made her gasp, her eyes fluttering shut. At the same time, his other hand found her ass, and with a smack that echoed in the small stall, he slapped her firmly, leaving a red handprint that stung with the promise of more to come. His cock, still rock-hard and slick with the evidence of their earlier encounter, pressed against her folds. His breath was hot on her neck as he whispered, "You're going to take it all, aren't you?" His voice was a dark promise, a question that didn't require an answer. Vivi's body quivered with anticipation, her breathing shallow as she nodded, unable to find the words to express her eagerness.

With a grin that spoke of his dominance, the stranger lined up his cock with Vivi's soaking wet pussy. His grip on her hips was firm as he began to push forward, inch by agonizing inch. Her eyes squeezed shut, and a silent scream tore from her throat as she felt herself stretching to accommodate his massive length. The head of his cock nudged against her inner walls, and she bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back the sounds of pleasure that threatened to spill out. Her body resisted at first, unaccustomed to being filled so completely, but she was determined to take every last inch of him. He paused, giving her a moment to adjust before he continued his relentless invasion, each push sending waves of painful pleasure through her body. The sensation was overwhelming, her walls clenching around him as if trying to keep him out while simultaneously pulling him deeper. Her breasts flattened against the cold wall and his scorching hot skin making her skin tingle. His cock was a beast that demanded submission, and she was more than willing to give it what it craved.

Vivi's eyes widened with a mix of pleasure and pain as she felt the man's thick, velvet-covered steel fill her completely. The wall was cold and unforgiving against her breasts as she pushed back into him, her body moving in a dance of submission to the rhythm he dictated. Her pussy was stretched to the limits, the friction of his movements setting her nerves alight as she moaned deeply. His grip on her ponytail tightened, pulling her head back to expose her neck, and he took the opportunity to kiss and nibble at her sensitive flesh. Each slap of her ass against his thighs echoed through the stall, the sound a testament to his power and her willingness to take everything he had to give. Her hands clawed at the wall, leaving trails in the sticky residue of past encounters, as she held on for dear life. His strokes grew faster, more punishing, and she could feel her orgasm building again, a crescendo of sensation that threatened to drown her in its intensity. The stranger's breaths grew heavier, his grip tightened, and Vivi knew that she was close to reaching the pinnacle of pleasure she had been chasing all night.

The stranger whispered harsh, degrading comments into Vivi's ear, his voice a seductive taunt that sent shivers down her spine. "You're just a whore, aren't you?" he growled. "A dirty, cum-hungry slut who'll take any cock that comes your way." His words were like a dark symphony, each note striking a chord within her that made her wetter, more desperate for his touch. Instead of being repulsed, she found herself responding in kind, her own voice thick with lust as she murmured,

"Yes, I'm your whore. Your dirty, little slut. Use me, fill me up. Make me take it all." His grunts grew louder, his hips moving with more force, as she eagerly embraced her depraved role. The sound of their slapping flesh and her whimpers of pleasure grew to a crescendo, the alley outside forgotten in the throes of their carnivorous desire. With each thrust, he claimed her, marking her as his own, and she reveled in the filth of it all, her voice a siren's call of depravity that seemed to fuel his lust even more. "I'm nothing but your cumdumpster," she panted, her voice barely above a whisper. "Your cock is so big, so perfect, I can't get enough." His response was a feral groan as he drove into her harder, his hands digging into her flesh as if trying to claim her very soul. The degradation only served to amplify the intensity of their union, each word a drop of gasoline thrown onto the fire of their passion.

Vivi had never felt so alive, so wanted, so utterly used, and she craved more, her voice growing stronger as she begged for his release. "Fuck me like you own me," she cried, her nails raking down the wall. "Cum inside me, fill me up like the slut I am!" His grip on her hips tightened, and she knew he was close, his cock swelling even further within her, the pressure building as they both raced toward the edge of oblivion.

Vivi's body convulsed with the intensity of her orgasm, her pussy clenching around the stranger's thick shaft, milking him for every ounce of pleasure he had to give. Her legs trembled uncontrollably, her knees threatening to buckle beneath the weight of her ecstasy. The sound of her wetness filled the stall as her juices dripped down her thighs, mixing with the sticky mess of cum that already coated them. The man's breath grew ragged in her ear, his own climax approaching like a freight train. With a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself to the hilt, his cock swelling even further within her tight, clenching walls. Vivi felt the warmth of his cum flood her pussy, filling her to the brim, as his grip on her hips tightened, his body shuddering with the force of his release. His growl of satisfaction was a vibration that resonated through her, sending aftershocks of pleasure rippling through her core. She could feel him pulsing inside her, the warmth of his cum painting her inner walls. The sensation was almost too much to handle, and she leaned back against his broad chest, her body limp and trembling from the overwhelming experience. For a brief moment, the only sounds were their mingled breaths and the faint echoes of their passion that seemed to hang in the air like a tangible presence. Then, with a shudder, the stranger pulled out, leaving Vivi gasping and spent, her pussy gaping open, still quivering from the sheer size of the cock that had just ravished her.

The stranger's touch was firm, yet gentle, as he laid her down on the grimy stall floor, her sticky skin sliding against the cold, hard surface. Vivi's legs felt like jelly, but she eagerly complied as he lifted one of her legs, exposing her to the chill of the air. The tip of his cock, still slick from her pussy, nudged at her entrance, and she bit her lip, bracing for the next round of pleasure. He slammed into her from behind with a ferocity that took her breath away, filling her completely once more. Her eyes rolled back in her head as she felt his massive cock stretch her to the limits, his length sliding in and out with a rhythm that was both punishing and deliciously satisfying. Vivi's hand found her clit, her fingers working in time with his thrusts as she chased the high that had only just begun to fade. The friction was exquisite, the sound of their bodies slapping together a symphony of lust that seemed to resonate through the very walls of the alley. She could feel her orgasm building again, a coil of pleasure tightening in her belly, demanding release. The stranger's grip on her leg was unyielding, his hips pistoning as he claimed her from behind, his deep grunts of pleasure a constant reminder of who was in control. The world outside had faded away, and all that remained was the two of them, lost in the dark embrace of the stall, their bodies joined in a dance of pure, unbridled desire.

"Oh, fuck!" Vivi screamed, her voice bouncing off the walls of the stall. "I'm gonna cum again!" Her words were a desperate plea, a declaration of the unbearable pleasure that was building within her. Her fingers danced over her clit with a frenzied passion, the stranger's relentless pounding pushing her closer and closer to the edge. The man's hand wasn't idle as he squeeze her boobs. She could feel her pussy clenching around his cock, her walls pulsing in time with her racing heartbeat. The alley outside might as well have ceased to exist, as the only reality was the one they had created in this cramped, sticky space. The smell of sex and sweat was thick in the air, a heady scent that seemed to drive them both to new heights of ecstasy. "Yes, baby," the man grunted, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Cum for me, you filthy little whore. Show me how much you love this dick." His words were like a final nudge, and Vivi's orgasm crashed over her like a tidal wave, her body arching off the floor, her toes curling, her nails digging into the concrete as she was consumed by the intensity of it all. She came hard, her pussy spasming around his thick length, her juices mixing with his previous collection of cum to create a deliciously depraved mess. The stranger didn't stop, though, his thrusts growing even more frenzied as he chased his own release, her cries of pleasure only serving to push him further. Vivi's climax seemed to last an eternity, her body trembling uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her.

"I'm not done yet, baby," the man chuckled darkly, his voice a seductive rumble that seemed to resonate within Vivi's very core. He released himself from her body and laid flat on the cold, sticky floor of the stall, his towering black cock standing tall and proud, a testament to his unquenchable desire. Despite her exhaustion, Vivi felt a fresh wave of excitement wash over her at the sight. His instruction was clear: she was to straddle him, to take charge of her own pleasure. She hovered over his impressive length, her pussy still pulsing from the relentless pounding she had endured, and took a moment to admire the sheer size of him from this new angle. Her hand trembled slightly as she reached down, her fingertips ghosting over the velvety head of his cock, tracing the veins that stood out like roads on a map to bliss.

"You're going to ride me now," he told her, his eyes never leaving hers. "Take every inch, let me ruin your tight little cunt." The words were a challenge, a promise of pleasure and pain intertwined, and she found herself eager to accept. With a smirk that spoke of her own brand of power, she lowered herself onto him, feeling the head of his cock nudge against her entrance, which was still stretched and sensitive from their earlier escapade. "Are you gonna strech my pussy hard? You're going to breed me full of cum?" she asked, her voice a sultry purr. "Fuck yes," he growled, his eyes blazing with a hunger that seemed to match her own. "I'm going to fill you up with so much cum, you'll feel it leaking out of you for days." The thought sent a delicious shiver down her spine, and she didn't need any more encouragement. With a gasp, she sank down onto him, her body enveloping his cock once more, the feeling of fullness making her eyes roll back in her head.

Vivi straddled the stranger, her legs shaking with the effort of taking his massive cock once more. Her pussy felt stretched to its limits, a feeling she found oddly satisfying as she began to ride him with all the passion of a wild stallion. Her boobs bounced with each bounce, and she watched in the dim light as they danced before her, covered in a mix of sweat and cum. The man's eyes were glued to them, his hands reaching up to cup and squeeze the soft flesh, his thumbs flicking over her sensitive nipples. The sensation was electrifying, sending jolts of pleasure straight to her clit as she began to move faster, her wetness making the whole act slick and obscene. She leaned back, her hands on his muscular thighs for balance, her body moving in a wanton rhythm that seemed to drive him wild. The sound of their flesh slapping together grew louder, echoing through the stall, as she took him deeper with every bounce. His grip on her tits tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh, and she could feel the beginnings of another orgasm building, her pussy contracting around his thick shaft. She threw her head back, her hair cascading down her back like a dark waterfall, her mouth open in a silent scream of ecstasy as she felt herself being stretched and filled like never before. Each movement sent waves of pleasure through her, making her moan and grind down on him harder. She was in heaven, her body a vessel for his desires, and she didn't care who heard them.

"Oh, fuck, you're so big," Vivi gasped, her eyes wide with amazement as she felt him fill her completely, his cock touching places she didn't even know existed. "You're so deep inside me," she moaned, her voice thick with lust. She bounced up and down on his massive shaft, her walls stretching and clenching around him, the sensation bordering on pain but oh-so-deliciously pleasurable. His size was overwhelming, and she reveled in the feeling of being so utterly filled, so completely owned by his cock. She threw her head back, her hair brushing against the grimy stall wall, and let out a guttural moan that seemed to come from the very depths of her soul. Her breasts jiggled with each movement, and she watched in the dim light as his hands roamed over her body, his fingers pinching her sensitive nipples, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her. The stranger's eyes never left hers, a dark, primal hunger in their depths that only served to drive her wild. "You like that, don't you?" he grunted, his voice deep and commanding. "You like feeling this big black cock in your tight, little pussy?" Vivi could only nod, her breaths coming in short, sharp pants as she rode him harder, eager to feel every inch of his length. His girth was unyielding, stretching her in a way she never thought possible, and she knew she would be sore tomorrow. But in this moment, all she cared about was the here and now, the raw, unbridled passion that was consuming them both in the sticky embrace of the alley's shadows.

"Oh God, yes!" Vivi exclaimed as the stranger's hands slid from her breasts to her ass, cupping and squeezing her cheeks as he used them to pull her down onto his thick, pulsing cock. The change in angle sent bolts of pleasure shooting through her, and she knew she was seconds away from another mind-shattering orgasm. "Fuck me harder!" she begged, her voice a desperate whine that seemed to spur him on. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into her flesh as he began to slam into her with a ferocity that had her vision swimming. Each thrust hit her g-spot with unerring precision, her pussy spasming around him, her juices dripping down his shaft to mix with the cum that already coated her thighs. The head of his cock was a brand of fire inside her, stretching her tight channel and filling her with a pressure that was both painful and exquisite. She felt herself tightening, her body preparing for the inevitable explosion of ecstasy that was about to consume her. "I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" she screamed, the words echoing through the stall like a battle cry. The man's eyes bore into hers, a primal hunger that seemed to feed on her desperation. His hips bucked up to meet her, his thrusts growing even more powerful, as if he too could feel her orgasm building. "Come for me, slut," he grunted, his voice a guttural growl that seemed to resonate through her very soul. And with that, she did. Her body arched, her back bowed, as a scream was ripped from her throat, the force of her climax sending her hurtling over the edge. Her pussy clamped down around his cock, her muscles rippling with the intensity of her release, and she felt him tense beneath her, his cock swelling even further as he reached his peak. With a roar, he emptied himself into her, filling her to the brim with his hot, sticky cum, his hips jerking as he pumped her full of his seed. Vivi's body went limp, her pussy still spasming around his shaft, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she rode the waves of pleasure that crashed over her. For a moment, she could do nothing but lay there, her body a trembling mess, as she reveled in the aftermath of their depraved union.

Vivi collapsed onto the man's broad chest, her body boneless and slick with sweat and cum. She could feel his heart racing beneath her, a rhythm that matched the erratic beat of her own. His cock slipped from her, leaving a warm trail of his seed to trickle down her thighs, pooling on the cold, sticky floor. The sound of his labored breaths filled her ears, his chest rising and falling in a testament to the exertion of their encounter. She lay there, panting and trembling, her body still quivering with the aftershocks of the most intense orgasm she had ever experienced. The stranger's hands slid up her body, caressing her sweat-drenched skin as she lay sprawled across him, her pussy still pulsing from the relentless pounding it had endured. They remained in this intimate embrace, basking in the afterglow of their shared pleasure, until the world outside slowly began to creep back in. And as Vivi's breathing steadied, she knew that she would never forget the feel of his massive cock inside her, the way he had claimed her so completely, and the power she had wielded in return.

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[taesanluv3r]

mini me.

girl dad! taesan au <3

based on this taesan scenario i posted. u and taesan's daughter is a menace (just like her dad), her name is vivienne bcs i've always wanted to name a daughter vivienne, vivi for short!! HEHEHEH reader is taesan's wife n mother of the kid btw <3 vivi calls her parents mommy n daddy TT no warnings tbh i think there's just one cuss word in the opening, fluffy cuteness, taesan is soooooo girl dad ugh. lowercase intended, pls excuse any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors!! MWAHHH ENJOYYYY

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"oh for fuck's sake!"

han taesan laughs as his wife's loud voice echoes through the walls of their shared home, smiling softly when the little girl sat on his lap tilts her head in confusion at her mother's sudden exclamation coming from the other room. "what's up with mommy?" han vivienne wonders innocently, her tiny eyebrows furrowed as she looks up at her dad who was just as confused as she was. "i don't know but it looks like we are about to find out!" he whispers in response, the sound of footsteps emerging from the opening that lead into the living room where they sat.

a furious looking yn walks through the door. she's all dressed up in a matching all-black skirt and blazer set, her hair neatly tucked behind her ear, all ready to head to work. pretty, taesan thought, but he just couldn't ignore the fact that his wife looked like she was about to burn the building down. "what's wrong, darling?" the man's voice is soft and he begins to get up from his spot on the couch, telling his daughter to go play with her new toys while he talked to her mom. "everything! my meeting got pushed back further and now the new shipment for the store is delayed. and then my social media manager decided she can't come into work today because of some family issue and then on top of that, vivi's babysitter just quit! just like that! when she was supposed to come in and look after vivi today! it's just so...ugh!" the woman whines, slumping down on the couch as her hands made their way to cover her face in absolute stress. taesan's face softens at the sight, sitting himself down right beside her and rubbing little circles against the small of her back.

"hey, hey...don't stress too much okay? look at me..." he says sweetly, grabbing either side of her face to look at him. taesan shoots her an assuring smile, that same smile that never failed to send a swarm of butterflies to crowd inside of her tummy. "look, you just get to work and make the most out of it...i'll take vivi out today, okay? i don't have any work today so, i can take care of her, alright? don't worry, darling! you worry too much" he said, giggling when she leans into his chest and wrapping his long arms around her to pull her closer. "yeah mommy, you worry too much!" the squeaky voice of their one and only child interrupts their loving moment. the couple separated, watching as vivi climbs into her dad's lap once again before she turns to face her mother. "you know your hair will turn grey like a grandma if you worry so much!" her cheerful tone combined with her innocent grin makes her harsh words somewhat more bearable, a dramatic sigh escaping the woman's lips as she leans forward to attack the little girl in a ticklish set of kisses. "ah! mommy stop! daddy, save me!" vivi squeals in between giggles, crawling away from the woman's grasp to hide behind her father. the adult pair share a laugh and then a kiss before yn gets up to finally head out for the day.

"okay, mommy has to get to work and try to sort everything out in the office now. vivi..." yn drags out, her eyes narrowing as she looks down at her cheeky daughter who was the spitting image of the mischievous man she had married. "mhm...?" the girl replies, mimicking the way her mom prolonged her words. "you go bond with daddy for the day, okay? behave yourself, please?" instead of sounding like a command, the woman's words came out sort of like a plead. "hm..." vivienne begins, a tiny hand placed against her chin as she looks up in the air to think. "no promises! bye mommy! go now or you'll be late" she didn't even give her mom enough time to process the words before beginning to push at her legs to get her out the door. "bye darling! be safe, love you!" taesan calls out in between laughs, finding the mini version of himself's antics to be just...amusing.

"so...it's just me and you today, huh?" the man inquires, scooping the little girl up into his arms and pressing a happy peck onto her forehead. she squeals, playfully pushing his face away. she lets out a high-pitched giggle, the sound giving him slight cuteness aggression and it took every muscle in his body to not just stuff his daughter into his pockets at that very moment. "so what should we do today, hm? what do you want to do, love?" he asks, one of his large hands beginning to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her tiny little ears. "i know! i know!" vivi exclaims, her head that was leant against his chest shifting so that they were face to face.

"let's go to the mall!" she has this huge smile on her face, teeth showing and all, it was the kind of grin that you just could never say no to. not that han taesan would ever say no to his only child, his daughter, his little girl, the light of his life, his forever baby, his own clone, he would never! even if it meant spending all of his money on her every single time they stepped foot in the nearby mall...or any place that had things for sale for that matter...

a prayer for taesan's wallet, please.

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"okay, so i watched a video on youtube...shouldn't be that hard, right?"

oh, but the ambitious dad was far too confident in his craft. as it turns out, doing a little girl's fishtail braid was far more complex than any kind of thing he's done before. he doubts himself for a second, she must've caught the way his eyes shook with worry from the mirror because in a second she had turned around to look up at the man, lifting her fists up in the air as she began to speak. "you can do this, daddy! i believe in you!" except the three year old could barely speak without stumbling over her words, her Ls turning into W sounds and the S in 'this' coming out with a lisp- but it's the thought that counts. taesan could almost feel the way his heart melted into a billion pieces, he began to wonder how on earth he got lucky enough to call this little menace his own child. then, with one deep breath and a newly found confidence, he separates a handful of his daughter's hair into four sections, saying a silent prayer before beginning to plait it just like the young woman in the tutorial did.

"is it done yet? i'm getting bored!" vivi whines, hands fiddling with the hem of her pink sweater. it's been nearly an hour since her father started working on her hair and it's safe to say that it was going nowhere! "um...hold on a minute...uh..." the man inhales all too loudly, staring at the entanglement of hair in front of him. "is it done? does it look cool?" the girl's eyes widen in excitement, staring into his own through their reflection. "well..." he trails off, biting his lip to stifle the laugh that was about to escape from it. "daddy, i wanna see!" her little arms were crossed over her chest in frustration and impatience. "i think...i think we should just leave your hair down today, love" her reaction to his suggestion was priceless, the excitement she previously displayed long gone and the most deadpan and uninterested look took it's place. taesan chuckles, "sorry, love. i'll try again next time, yeah?" he reasons, watching the way she nods in defeat and sighs as he began to unbraid (if you could even call that catastrophe a braid) his daughter's hair.

"can we go to the mall now? want ice cream!" vivienne says, tugging at her dad's vintage jeans. "mhm, go put on your shoes and we'll go" he watches as she runs over to the shoe rack towards the entrance of their home, an amused look plastered onto his face as his daughter struggles to put on her own shoes. if his wife were home right now, she would yell at him for standing still and not helping, but since she wasn't there at the moment the man took his time to laugh a little. "daddy...help me, please" vivi frowns, beginning to get annoyed by the footwear. taesan nods once, still giggling slightly as he bent down to sit on the floor with her. "watch closely i'll teach you to tie your laces now" he says, each end of the white laces in either one of his hands as he starts to demonstrate. "and then you loop this one over-" he was cut off by a baby-like scoff and a sassy eye roll from his kid. "daddy, can't you hurry up now?" he sighs, obliging and wondering where she had inherited the impatience from (ahem him ahem).

the car ride to the mall was peaceful for the most part. vivi insisted on sitting in the passenger seat, not wanting to be away from her dad for a second. taesan focused on driving, opening a bag of crackers for her to munch on so she wouldn't start whining about the rumbling in her tummy. "daddy what ice cream are you gonna get?" she asks, crumbs falling out of her mouth and her voice muffled by the half-chewed crackers. "me? hm..." he thought deeply about the answer, the car going dark as they entered the tunnel that lead to the basement parking area. "i don't know yet. what are you getting, love?" his hands graze the steering wheel, waiting for a response from the girl. "guess!" she exclaimed, hands in the air and a huge smile on her face. "maybe...mint chocolate?" taesan has a smirk on his face, knowing full well that was the wrong answer. "ew! no way daddy...that's gross! yuck!" he chuckled, parking the car as it came to a halt.

"c'mon" the man said, bending down to unlatch her seatbelt and lifting her out of the car before shutting the door and locking it. vivi grabbed onto his hand, tumbling slightly as she walked beside him in a zig-zag pattern. "ice cream time!" the girl squeals, the cool air-conditioning of the mall sending small goosebumps to appear on her tiny legs beneath her denim skort. taesan shook his head, "we gotta have some lunch before ice cream, love. or else your mommy would be very angry" he looked down for a moment just in time to catch her dramatic frown, chuckling at her sudden change in demeanor. "but i want ice cream" the man sighs, patting a hand against her head when she moves to hug his leg. "i know, love. and i will get you your ice cream after lunch, okay?" the tiny han girl nods in understanding, "now let go of daddy's leg so i can walk, please?" this time she shook her head, a playful and menacing smirk on her lips as she hugged him tighter. taesan clicks his tongue, beginning to waddle down the mall like an idiot.

"han vivienne...you will be the death of me"

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"ice cream time!" vivienne repeats for the second time that day, shooting her dad a smile which he returned happily. "ice cream time!" he says as well, eyes widening slightly when she tugs him forward, walking so fast and pulling his arm with her. "okay, what flavour do you want, love?" taesan asks, his hands on his hips as he looked over all the options. "i can't see..." the girl mumbles, silently asking for her father to carry her up to his level. "oh, right, my bad" he panics, hastily bending down to lift her up. "um...i want...stawbelly!" her tiny voice breaks his heart into pieces, "you want strawberry? yeah? alright, one strawberry and one salted caramel, please" he's about to put her down but she refuses to let go of him (clingy baby TT). taesan laughs softly, "i gotta put you down so i can pay, love" he whispers, carefully bending down so that she could stand on her own.

"thank you, daddy" vivi says, smiling as she takes one large bite out of her strawberry ice cream. "you're welcome, love. is it yummy?" he asks, scooping up a spoonful of from his own cup. she nods joyfully, "mhm! it's delichuz!" the man furrows his eyebrows, "you mean, delicious?" he asks, trying to understand his daughter's baby talk. "yeah duh! that's what i said, silly" taesan laughs once again at his child's loud personality, grabbing a tissue to wipe away her dessert-stained cheeks as she messily slurped up the last of her sweet treat. "look here, i'm gonna send mommy a picture" he says, smiling when she strikes a silly pose. "mommy is gonna be so jelly!" she states and he nods, stacking up their empty cups to toss in the bin later.

"so...where to next, love?"

there's only one correct answer to that question. only one place in the whole mall, apart from the ice cream parlor, that feeds purpose to sweaty three year olds like han vivienne. a brightly lit store, rows and rows of all kinds of objects displayed clearly on shelves. every kid's dream, a place they would live in if they could, a place where all their parents end up spending the last of their monthly salaries in...

the toy store.

i'm not sure if you've noticed, but han vivienne was no ordinary child. she was a menace, a spoiled brat, and had absolutely no shame. especially if it meant her loving father had to pay for it. and whatever happens at the toy store was no exception.

vivi squeals as she lets go of her father's hand to run into the store, the tall man following closely behind her. "hello there, what can i help you with?" one of the young ladies near the door asks, bending down to the kid's level to chat with her. "where are all the barbies?" she asks back sweetly, batting her eyelashes innocently as she spoke. "ah, right this way!" the lady energetically says, guiding the little menace over to where all the dolls were. "yay!" she cheers, her dad still walking behind her in a much slower pace. "ack!" she shouts, struggling to reach the beach-themed set that stood in a higher shelf, signaling for the employee to help her out a little. "oh, i got it, i'll help you hold it" the lady offers, earning a squeaky thank you in response. a few minutes go by and what was the one barbie doll in the worker's hand, had become a stack of five more similar toys.

"are you sure you want all of these?" the lady asks, her eyes widening when little vivienne hands her one final doll set. "mhm! don't worry, lady...daddy will pay for it! right, daddy?" the girl turns to grin widely at taesan. taesan who's cheeks were bright red from slight embarrassment, and eyebrows were tilted slightly so as to apologize to the poor employee his daughter had been dragging around. "okay, that's enough toys, vivi...now help the kind lady bring them to the register, please" his daughter nods, grabbing two out of the seven toys she had picked out and beginning to trot over to the counter to check out.

"yay!! thank you, daddy! i wuv you!" the little girl cheers, wrapping her tiny arms tightly around her father's leg. taesan chuckles, patting her head softly, "of course, love" the lady at the cash register smiles as she begins to pack away the toys into a paper bag. "her mom must be jealous..." she says, causing the man to furrow his eyebrows in confusion. "what do you mean?" he asks, putting his wallet back into the pocket of his jeans. "i mean, your daughter looks exactly like you...makes me wonder what her mother looks like, sorry if it came off rude or anything...that's not my intention" taesan shakes his head, "no, you're alright..." he trails off, "you're right though. my wife tells me everyday how similar vivi is to me..." he continues, turning to look at the miniature version of himself who seemed to have found a mirror to stare into. "she's a daddy's girl, huh?" the lady asks, making him laugh. "i guess so..."

the conversation ends there. "here you go!" the cashier says, handing the man the big bag of toys he had just paid for. "thank you so much. hey vivi, you wanna come hold your things?" taesan watches as vivienne twirls around and waddles over to him. "hm...that's okay daddy, you can hold it!" the cashier bursts into laughter at the conversation exchanged between the father and daughter. "that sass...that's all from her mother" he tells the lady, shaking his head in defeat as the little menace grabbed a hold of his large hand, the bag of toys in the other one. "come again soon!" the employee says, waving goodbye at the little girl and her parent. vivienne grins one last time,

"don't worry, lady. we will!"

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the father and daughter duo are back home now. the rest of the evening was spent happily bonding within the comfort of their home. he had listened to her endless yapping about all the new toys she got today, smiling sheepishly at the little chatterbox he contributed in creating as they sat together on the floor by the television in their living room. then he put on her favourite show on the tv, letting her sit in silence with her stuffed animals as he waltzed over to the kitchen to prepare their meal for dinner. it began to rain outside so he had his doubts on ordering in, not wanting to burden the poor delivery man who would have to travel in this kind of weather. so instead, taesan opted for some instant noodles for the night- with no objections from his mini me either, of course.

"daddy lookie! i can slurp the noodles like uncle woonhak!" vivi says, tapping at her dad's shoulders to grab his attention. "oh yeah?" the older one asks, watching closely as the girl practically inhaled a forkful of noodles, causing her to choke up a bit from the broth. "ahem" she coughed and taesan panicked for a second, getting up to fill her disney princess cup with some water for her to drink. once they had finished up their dinner, the man carried his daughter back over to the couch, turning the show back on to occupy her while he put away the dishes and cleaned up in the kitchen. he quickly took out the trash as well, knowing his wife was coming home late tonight and deciding to do all the housework so she didn't have to worry about it the way she tended to.

"vivi, my love" he called out, walking over to where she was playing with her dolls on the couch. "come on, let's take a shower and get ready for bed" he said, beginning to put away some of the toys that remained scattered on the carpeted floor. "but we can still wait for mommy later, right?" the kid mumbles, her voice quieting down from the tiredness that finally began to seep through her little body. he smiled, nodding as he stretched his arms out to carry her into his arms. the dad's heart melted and his face softened as his baby nuzzles deep into his chest. he leans down to press a soft kiss against the very top of her head, holding her tight as they made their way over to the master bathroom to run a bath.

the warm bath paired with the combinations of lavender scented baby oils were enough to get the sleepy kid into a state ready for slumber. however, the purple pajama-wearing child remained stubborn, insisting that she could stay awake long enough to greet her mother when she got home. all taesan could do was laugh, knowing her words were far from the truth. but he nods along anyways, following her into the master bedroom and laying down under the comfortable covers. "i want Tayo!" vivienne requests, watching happily as the man puts on the show on his tv. she sings along to the intro song silently, encouraging for her dad to do the same too. soon, the kid who swore she wasn't tired yet began to drift off to sleep. her head resting against his chest, his fingers softly stroking through her freshly washed hair.

taesan didn't care to change the channel on the television. honestly, he was beginning to like the show about the little bus far more than he'd admit. the soft snoring coming from his daughter sent a feeling of warmth to engulf his own body. the man's gaze moved from the tv screen over to his precious child, he pressed a loving peck on her forehead, smiling to himself as she shifted in her sleep. "i love you, my mini me" he whispers, just a decibel louder than his heartbeat. a minute more went by and the creak of the front door causes his ears to perk up.

"taesan? vivi? i'm home!" yn's familiar voice echoes through the walls, a smile unconsciously sneaking onto his lips. "we're in the bedroom!" the man yelled out as quietly as he could so he wouldn't wake the one snuggled against his chest. "hey, darling" he says when his wife finally enters the room, she looked exhausted, must've been a long day at work. "she asleep already?" the mother asks, leaning down to pat her daughter's slumberous head. her husband nods, sitting up carefully to catch her lips in his own. yn smiled into the kiss, as did he when they began to separate again. "so..." the woman begins, taking off her work clothes as she prepares herself for a shower. "what did you two do all day?" her question lingers in the air as she disappears into the bathroom, leaving taesan alone with the images of today replaying in his head.

"well, for starters..." he began, moving so that vivienne was fully laying on the bed. "we went to the mall today.." taesan gets up, following his wife into their shared bathroom. yn looked at him through the mirror, giggling when he wrapped his arms around her from behind and pressed sweet kisses against her neck. "mhm...and then?" she asks, telling him to continue as she began to remove her makeup. "oh, and then that daughter of ours...she totally ran my wallet dry at the toy store..."

there was a pause for dramatic effect.

"again?!"

the end.

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. B A S I C S ∙ ✦

Name: Vivien Rell Nicknames: Vivi Age: 23 ARR - 26 ShB (he lives and ages further, his story just spends years of real time in ShB) Nameday: 9th Sun of the 1st Umbral Moon Race: Wildwood Elezen Gender: Male Orientation: Gay Profession: Warrior of Light

. P H Y S I C A L     A S P E C T S ∙ ✦

Hair: Ash blonde Eyes: Cold whitish yellow, naturally glow in the dark Skin: Fair Tattoos/scars: None (My addition: Abnormally short for an elezen, slim, funky long limbs)

. F A M I L Y ∙ ✦

Parents: Elezen mother and father, alive and well, but wip Siblings: Older sister Grandparents: tbd/wip In-laws and Other: None Pets: Red chocobo Paprika

. S K I L L S ∙ ✦

Abilities: Standard dragoon stuff, monoclass. In ShB he starts testing custom spells that look like stars and inky darkness, based on his own aether Hobbies: Reading tales, novels and other fiction, keeping a journal, fishing, tailoring/designing outfits. Vivi has a personal tailor/designer that's stationed in Gridania, therefore isn't always available, so he had to learn the basics for himself

. T R A I T S ∙ ✦

Most Positive Trait: Sincere, emotionally intelligent Most Negative Trait: Fickle, unreliable

. L I K E S ∙ ✦

Colors: Black, white, grey, muted browns Smells: Grass, forest, lumber, sun-heated straw (scent from his childhood when he'd wallow on the roof of his home), sea breeze, bread and pastry, cosmetics, freshly printed papers Textures: Smooth rocks and glass pebbles polished by water, grains and beans in a bag, soft young leaves, fabric of his own clothes, metal accessories like buttons, spikes, necklaces, chains Drinks: Fruit-flavored teas, coffee with milk or cream, iced drinks, smoothies and juices

. O T H E R    D E T A I L S ∙ ✦

Smokes: Tried once, didn't like it Drinks: Has a rather high alcohol tolerance, enjoys it in company, or to cope alone after a shitty day. Not addicted. Drugs: Definitely tried some stuff out of curiosity, not addicted Mount Issuance: Paprika is still wip, due to her being a red chocobo she's unlikely to have come from a grand company, probably a special gift Been Arrested: Probably been. I genuinely haven't thought about it yet, so wip

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Anxifear College AU Chapter 3🧡💜

I still have no idea for a name for the fic- ILL THINK OF ONE I PROMISE ^^""""

Prepare to meet all the other emotions! Including Shame! 👀 Guess in the comments who's who, cuz I (hopefully) made it obvious enough XD /Mild family angst

Chapter 3 : Conversations

Anna-lee happily skipped on over to her department's teacher's lounge. Entering the room, she approached her supervisor, a woman with a small but thick build, thin rim round glasses, and a blue sweater. She placed the hair from her short black bob behind her right ear and turned to face her junior :

"He gave you a bouquet of lavender?" questioned Saddie, a little perplexed.

"Ya! Do you know where I could put them? I wasn't exactly prepared with a vase- it's not every day someone gifts you flowers!" Anne laughed nervously.

"He gave you flowers! Anne, that's wonderful. What's his name again?"

"Fred," affirmed Anne, "he's a good friend. He got sick and couldn't come in to work today so he- send me flowers?" She laughed again, "He's so funny, I wonder how he comes up with these gags!"

Saddie leaned in, analyzing the look in Anna's eyes, "Has he been... complimenting you?"

"Huh? Ya, why?"

"Let me see that note," asked Saddie, opening her hand for Anne to pass over the little sheet of paper. After carefully reading it, her eyes opened wide, and she blurted out, "Anna-Lee, he's been flirting with you!"

"What???" Enid yelled back at her, "Are you telling me my brother is flirting with my teacher???"

"Don't say it like that! You make it sound like it's a bad thing," Daphne replied, checking herself out on her phone, "They're both teachers. What's the harm? I think they're cute; I like teasing M. Frederick about it, right Vivi?" Her sister smiled and nodded furiously as she gobbled down her lunch.

Enid sighed deeply, wiping her long face with her hand, her dark eyeshadow mysteriously left intact.

"I can't believe it; how did I not notice? I mean, looking back, it's so obvious!" Anna paced around the office, the sound of her shoes tapping against the wooden floor followed by the sound of a clean slap between her hand and her forehead, "I feel so stupid-"

"Don't be so hard on yourself, sweetie," Saddie reassured her as she sat back down on her chair, "You don't need an excuse to misinterpret situations."

"Misinterpret? Who the heck misinterprets giving someone FLOWERS???" She dropped all her weight into her chair, causing it to roll back slowly.

She chuckled, "Why are you so upset? Isn't this good news?"

"Good news? This is TERRIFYING news! I've never had someone hit on me before!" She brought her hands to her cheeks and squeezed her face.

"Never?"

"Well, yes, but mostly from people I've been in a relationship with, and even then, I was the one who initiated my past relationships! I was NOT prepared for THIS; how could this happen to me? Well, I honestly didn't even consider this was a possibility- but still!"

"You're overthinking things dear, is there something now that's troubling you?"

"Well, it could get really awkward for me since I still, O tu sais, LIVE WITH HIM?? Could you IMAGINE he takes her home and it's just like 'oh, hi! It's me, your HISTORY TEACHER'!!!" The yelling knocked the air out of Enid's lungs, her head dropped to the table as soon as her rant was over.

"OK, that's fair, that does sound really awkward," Daphne responded, opening her setting powder container, "is that all you're worried about, or?"

"That's it? You're acting too calm about this, even for my liking," she sighed again, she who does not tend to care about things, now yelling at her best friend, "I'm thankful for my brother, but I am NOT playing third wheel to any of his romances; I'm not his child."

"I'm sorry, it's just hard to take you seriously when I already got a solution planned!" She smiled, a perfect white smile, before closing her makeup container.

Her droopy eyes peaked up with a glimmer of hope, "You do?"

"I propose we go see my husband. He's a terribly shy guy, I'm sure he has some wise words for you. Besides, the library is a quiet, pensive place; it'll help clear your mind dear," Saddie leaned over her desk to pat Anna-Lee's hand.

Anne smiled meekly.

●●●

"Hey Freddie! Welcome back; you feeling better?" greeted Joy, sitting at the teacher's lounge table of the math department.

"He's fine! He had me deliver flowers to little miss carrot top!" Angrily yelled Antonio from behind his desk.

"You-" she gasped dramatically, "You had Anthony do you a FAVOR!? That's a new one!" She laughed hysterically.

Fred sat beside her, a smug grin plastered on his face, "Hey, miracles can happen. Thanks, Anthony. I owe you one!"

"You owe me 40 bucks!"

They laughed at their elder's frustration.

"So~ how's the courting going?"

"Joy, you know I hate it when-"

"Ok, I'm sorry, you're right. Let me try that again : romance isn't really my thing, but I sure do like watching it go down, so spill!"

"Well, I don't wanna push any further than I already have... I think I've made my intentions clear, and I fear if I flirt anymore, it'll creep her out..."

"Oh, thank the lord," sighed Anthony in relief.

"Anthony!" she yelled at him.

“It's ok Joy, he doesn’t mean it that way.”

“Yes, this childish behavior is simply a pain to watch,” he grumbled, frustratedly tapping away at his keyboard, ”I, for one, think he should be upfront about how he feels.”

Joy stared at Antonio with her mouth agape, “I… agree! You should keep being honest and clear about your feelings.”

“Thank you.”

“About what?” she whispered.

“For caring about me.”

“Of course sweetie,” Saddie reassured her.

She took Anna into the library and behind the counter, where she sat her down to speak with a tall older man. He was rounded and soft in appearance, betraying his size. He seemed like a gentle giant. His pink cheeks matched well with his pink cardigan. Anna felt a weight lift off her chest when in their presence. 

“Anna, this is Emmet; my husband,” Saddie clarified, squeezing his right hand, “Barry, this is Anna-lee, she’s a friend of mine from the History department.” 

Emmet waved a small shy hand at Anna. It made her smile. She explained to him everything that’s happened so far; her uncertainty about her feelings towards Fred. He listened to every word without a peep, his eyes trying to maintain eye contact, but always darting back to Saddie, his face flushing with more pink. When she was done, he looked pensive, staring down at the table. Then, he looked up, a glimmer sparkling in his eyes. 

“What about the chess club?” asked Joy, “Did you think of inviting her?”

“The chess club?” Fred lifted his finger up to his chin, passing near the door, “No... I talked to her about it, though; I thought that if she wanted to see me more often, she’d take initiative, you know?”

“That’s fair,” she remarked, “Dead end there then.”

“Book delivery,” a small raspy voice shot Fred from behind. He yelped like a young girl and jumped forward, looking behind him to find the slim dark figure of a young woman, “For the math department?”

Joy laughed, “Shay! Be careful; you trying to give Fred a heart attack?” 

Taking deep breaths, he took the pen and clipboard Shay had in her hands and signed off on the delivery, shivering from head to toe.

“Thank you,” said the young lady, taking her items back, “and sorry for scaring you, M. Fitzgerald.”

“It’s… ok! I’m very jumpy anyway, dear,” his shivering making it hard to hold onto this many heavy books, “and thank you for your service!”

After waving goodbye with a timid smile, Shay rolled her cart down the hall to the elevator, down to the ground floor and into the library. She went behind the counter and placed her clipboard back onto it’s hook on the wall and left to find her uncle, her expression dulled. She found him sitting at a table, accompanied by her aunt and a strange woman. Her ginger locks tied up in an unusual, incomprehensible manner; she had giant round glasses and a remarkable overbite. At first, she stayed out of the conversation, listening in curiously, as she had done with the two math teachers before, as she had done for too many conversations before. Then, she understood who the lady was.

“Ok, but how do I spend more time with him? I’m so busy, I practically spend all my time in between work and home!”

“What about the chess club?” Shay whispered behind them; making the lady jump in her seat. Her aunt and uncle turned to her, and Saddie smiled. 

“Anna-lee, this is Shay.”

●●●

The leaflet Daphne had handed her had a bold red title : Seeking roommates? Reach out! Enid made a sour face and looked up at her once more.

"What do you say? This could solve a lot of our issues, you living with your brother, me paying the whole rent; we can kill two birds with one stone!"

"Aren't you rooming with your sister? No offense, Vivi," she clarified.

Vivienne shook her head in response, "None taken. I wanted to prove I can room on my own like Daph, despite her insistence on rooming together."

"Ugh!" Daphne rolled her eyes, "Quit acting all grown-up, you're 18! Anyway, as you can see, I got rejected!" She turned to her sister, vindictive, and smiled painfully, "So I got an open spot in my apartment. What do you say?"

"... I'll think about it; thank you for the offer," she said with a hoarse tone.

From then on, the leaflet was placed in her pocket. During her next class, it rolled around. On her way home, it crumpled in on itself. Once Enid walked into their condo and placed her hand in her pocket, she found it had become a shriveled mess. She opened it carefully : Seeking roommates? Reach out! The bold red lettering was a wet slap to the face. She threw it out the door furiously, but not before her brother could catch it. 

“Hey! Lâche ça tout de suite, it’s not yours!” she yelled at him.

“Woh hey, calm down, Ellie; I thought you knew better than to litter,” Fred crossed the doorstep into their apartment and removed his shoes, “and mine? Of course not, but it’s not yours either since I just saw you throw it away,” he handed the piece of paper over to her. 

Enid froze for a while, staring at the paper with distress. Fred looked at her before directing his gaze towards the leaflet, “... Do you.. want to leave?”

“I…” she didn’t know what to say.

He swallowed, “You don’t have to stay, Ellie, I’d never force you; you know that, right?”

“But, what about my studies?”

“I’d still help you pay for them.”

“Still?”

“Yes, really… I want what’s best for you.”

Her eyes looked up at him; he was sincere. He meant every word, but the shine in his eyes... Enid felt guilty, “I want to be with her, Fred, mais… I don’t want you to be sad, because of me.”

“I won’t be; I’ll be sad, but I'd never blame you. You deserve to choose what you want to do in life.”

Enid’s blank stare was highlighted by a single teardrop, streaking down her cheek. He extended his hand to wipe it off and forced a smile on his face, “If you need to go Ellie, don’t be scared. I will remain the annoying thorn on your side forever; we’re family, remember?” He pulled her into an embrace.

Ellie chuckled and hugged him back, feeling his arms tremble, “Ya… I know home isn’t a place.”

Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6

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Hey! Thanks for reading! I know that last scene probably left you with many questions, so I’ll be happy to answer the general ones, since I know I don’t want to address them in this fic:

Fred and Enid have a complicated family history, but mainly know that they were separated, Enid was placed in the child care system since her birth. Recently, Fred lost their mother to an illness. She admitted to Fred that he had a sister on her deathbed, and this helped him cope with her passing. He felt less lonely knowing he still had a living family member, and he reconnected with her right before she left child protective services on her 18th birthday. They have lived together ever since. Enid is currently 25, do the math XD Damn that story is sad- Sorry guys, I like complicated relationships it seems XD I wanted to include this scene though, as it demonstrates their bond and how important it is for Fred to find company for himself, to rebuild that family bond he feels like is lacking in his life. If there are any other questions about any other character, send an ask my way! I’ll be happy to answer! ^^ Know that we won’t be hearing much about them from this point onward; they are mostly background characters. 

Doodle reward for scrolling to the end! ^^💖

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For your consideration:

November called Vivi sitting as a baby sits (with background August)

and the bonuses of collecting identical cats (is that sometimes when you photograph one cat there is a bonus photocopy hiding behind them) featuring October called Tober called Toby in the basket and November in the shadows

Vivi is a permababy, just over half the size of her roommates, nicknamed meep-meep on account of that's the noise she makes, master of petty Crimes in reprisal for offenses like "one of her people left the room for longer than three minutes."

Tober is solid muscle with a tail to rival Jasper and the heart of a beautiful innocent angel baby; he is also the poster child of All Cats Are Fueled by Autism in Their Own Unique Ways, with a hyperfocus on chewable plastic and light reflections.

The cats are completely unrelated and years apart; I just have a type!

It's such a pretty type! I had an undersized long-haired black kitty myself, and it was wonderful! And Sid was utterly bonkers for plastic. We had to hide any scrap of crinkly plastic. If he heard any, he would pad stealthily into the room and wait to see if you'd leave it behind.

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Something Precious | Jurdan Baby Fic

Chapter Two

Summary : After three years of exile, Cardan is determined to bring Jude back home with him. When he arrives, the last thing he expects to find is a dark-haired toddler looking up at him.

Tags: Jurdan baby, Jude’s exile, Dad!Cardan

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Cardan made good on his promise to assign more guards. They kept their distance, but Jude noted their presence. At first, it was bothersome, but with the reminder of how dangerous it could be for a king’s heir, it was nice to have additional eyes watching out for Everly. At least she no longer had to worry about hiding her from Cardan. 

Jude had replayed the entire conversation over and over in her head, trying to find any hint of a trick. But Cardan’s words left very little room for interpretation. There was still the matter of ruling together and returning to Elfhame, something she would deal with later. 

A week after Cardan’s unexpected visit, a number of packages with various faerie children’s toys, beautiful clothing, and food arrived on their front porch. Most of the presents were for Everly, but Jude found several boxes with her name on them too, including a new sword. The hilt was exquisitely decorated with tiny rubies, and the guard was made of golden twin snakes. After testing it out during one of Everly’s naps, Jude found the balance was equally extraordinary to the design. Beautiful gifts were not going to sway her decision to return, but she could appreciate them. At the very least, she could consider it child support and reparations for her loss of station after being exiled. 

A third week passed before Cardan sent a letter requesting to visit again. Jude considered the request. If she refused, Cardan could always show up anyway. It would be easier just to say yes, and truthfully, the little enjoyment she had found in her mundane human experience had dimmed since being granted an opportunity to go home. Grief that had subsided after so long ago came back and pitted in Jude’s stomach. If it were only her, she would have returned back with Cardan the night he showed up. She would have faced whatever difficulties that came with returning as they arose. 

Her sweet child changed everything, though. Jude had lived a childhood in Faerie, and it had been filled with too many close calls. Whether motivated by hatred, politics, or on a simple whim, the fae were ruthless. Vivi pointed out that Everly was half-faerie and, on top of that, would be a princess; she surely wouldn’t be as vulnerable as Taryn and Jude had been. Oak had nodded in agreement when she brought her dilemma to them. However, neither of them were present every time she had witnessed attempts on Cardan’s life in just a single year.

It was a battle between what she wanted and what she knew was best. A worrisome mother against the calculated crown’s strategist. Two roles that were entirely foreign to her just a few years prior, but both so ingrained in her personality now, that it was hard to separate the two. Jude didn’t want to make her final decision just yet. So, for now, she was content to let Cardan visit and see how their daughter would take to him a second time. 

Three days after she sent the letter, Cardan arrived around dawn, impeccably dressed but not entirely inconspicuous in his royal tunic and pants. By all accounts, he should look exhausted, given that it was well past sleeping hours in Elfhame. Yet, he greeted Jude at the door with a soft smile and another armful of gifts.

“Err.. Good morning.” 

The tension between them was palpable. Enemies. Schemers. Lovers. Husband and Wife.   They had been all of those things. After years of silence, they were … co-parenting?

Jude set the boxes down and led Cardan down the hall to the nursery. As they entered the room, Everly, awake and wearing her purple and black striped onesie, beamed up at them. She reached over to the bars and hauled herself up into a standing position.

“Mumma!”

“Hello, little one,” Jude cooed. She scooped the squirming child from the crib and held her out to Cardan, without second-guessing herself. He fumbled for a second as if he had been expecting only to watch, but quickly regained his composure and held her securely. 

“Hi! Hi!” The child chanted over and over, excited to see another face during the morning routine. Jude stood back and watched the look on his face, similar to the one when he first held her. It was impossible to pinpoint the exact emotion he was feeling, but he clearly wanted to be there. Cardan rocked her gently as she babbled some and then used her chubby little hand to pull on his curls again. The third yank was hard enough to jerk his head, but Cardan only laughed and twisted his hair out of her hand before opening his palm to reveal seeds in his hands. 

“Would you like to see a trick?” He asked. Slowly, the seeds began to bloom into vibrant wildflowers with an unnaturally strong perfume. The child’s eyes opened wide with amazement; her full attention turned to the magic at Cardan’s fingertips. His focus, however, remained on the child, taking in every detail. 

“Fwowers!” Everly said, reaching to touch them. Cardan repeated the trick once more before Jude gestured for Cardan to follow her into the kitchen. She grabbed ingredients from the fridge and cupboard and laid them all out on the counter. Cardan, with Everly still in his arms, took a seat on the barstool across from her. She began preparing breakfast, taking extra care to cut the fruit into bite-sized pieces. Cardan, who never cooked a meal in his life, nor likely ever would, watched intently and nodded every so often as if making mental notes. 

“For breakfast, she likes to eat strawberries and yogurt. I also give her some eggs that I make for myself.” 

“Is that what you are making now?” He asked as Jude moved back and forth from the oven to the plates. 

She nodded. “Sometimes, I give her a half piece of toast if she’s hungry. It all depends.”  

“Depends on what exactly?” Cardan asked, having switched his attention briefly back to Everly, who began blowing bubbles with her mouth. 

She shrugged, “I don’t know. Every day is different, but you just learn to read what she wants.” Jude moved around the kitchen bar and slid her arm around Everly, moving her into the highchair and placing the breakfast plate down. “Plus, she is talking so much more now, so it is easy enough just to ask.”

On cue, Everly said, “Tank youuu,” before shoving a berry into her mouth.

Upon making her own plate, Jude sat down next to Cardan, offering the carton of strawberries to him. They all ate in silence for a few moments, before Cardan spoke again. 

“I’d like…” he began, “...to learn to know what she needs… and wants.”

A twist of guilt formed in Jude’s stomach. Devastation was written in the hard lines of his face. It pained him to know he had a daughter, who he functionally knew nothing about. Jude let the silence grow for another minute before she began listing off things about their daughter; She was born on March 13th. Her favorite foods were grapes and cheese. She hated carrots and would throw them across the dining room if they were on her plate. Her favorite toys were blocks and a rainbow unicorn stuffed animal. She had a nap after lunch around 12:30, and dinner was at 5. She always fell asleep in the car after playing at the park and always played with other kids. Once she had started crawling, she discovered how to play hide-and-seek on her own, and frequently tried to scare Jude after finding it hilarious the first time Jude jumped in surprise. She had developed Cardan’s coy smirk, purely from genetics. Some “only magic could explain” events had happened in recent months, so it was very likely that she possessed her father’s fae gifts. 

The corners of Cardan’s beautiful mouth turned up with each tidbit he learned and was practically beaming when Jude started to tell stories about what it was like during the teething stages, when she took her first steps, and other moments where she acted so much like both of them. Jude let herself take in the small enjoyment of being able to share so many of the moments that she had experienced with their daughter alone. While she had often shared these things with her sister and little brother, it felt different sharing it with Cardan. Jude never planned to share Everly with Cardan, but things had changed dramatically over the last few weeks. The fact remained that she was their daughter, and it was something that would bond them forever. 

Before either of them realized it, it was almost dusk. Cardan had followed her around through a typical day at home routine with a trip to the park, a nap, and he even helped with potty training and preparing dinner. Cardan held her when she was fussy and didn’t mind the occasional smack to the face when she got too excited and threw her arms out. 

She shouldn’t be impressed. These were things she did every day, alone. If Cardan wanted to know his daughter, then he should have to participate in everything that went into being a parent.  But Cardan grew up in a palace. He had maids and cooks. He was king . Every need was taken care of at a single command. In the castle, Everly would likely have a maid tend to her. None of the skills she was teaching him really mattered, but he learned them anyway.

Unless he thought she would never allow Everly back to the castle, and this was the only way he would get to see her. The thought made her feel a flurry of emotions. 

Everly was fighting sleep as she watched Cardan’s magic light up and dissipate from his palm. As much as she was in awe of the colorful lights he created, her eyelids dropped lower and lower until she fell asleep in the crook of his arm. 

“She is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” Cardan murmured finally, brushing her dark bangs out of her eyes. 

Jude rolled her eyes and laughed, “Well, she is the spitting image of you, so of course you’d think that.” 

Cardan just shook his head, “I cannot deny we share the most obvious similarities, but when you look closely, she looks just like you.” He traced Everly’s tiny ear, much like he had with Jude’s that day lying in the grass. “She has your smile. Have you noticed?”  

He looked back to Jude, who shook her head slowly. She had never noticed before. All she saw was Cardan in her beautiful features. Some days it had been a painful reminder of the past that she could never entirely escape. Their eyes met, and Jude noted the way Cardan’s eyes dropped to her lips before returning again. She mimicked the motion herself. His lips were as perfect as the rest of his features.  Jude’s breath caught as she noticed Cardan had gone preternaturally still. Suddenly, the oxygen in the room had run out.  

Meeting Everly had stolen the focus of their reunion. Without a moment by themselves, the true reunion between the former lovers ( and enemies ) had not yet happened. They needed to talk. They needed to be at each other’s throats; in violence or want, Jude wasn’t sure. It was standing at a precipice, balancing before that falling sensation that would be the future neither of them knew the outcome of yet. A future as united rulers, raising Everly in a loving environment was still a fever dream Jude wouldn’t let herself believe in. 

Jude broke her eyes away first, jumping to her feet and walking over to the dresser to get her can of soda. The action gave her a moment to resume a normal breathing pattern again. When she returned, she reached for the baby, but Cardan pulled back ever so slightly. 

“Would it be alright to hold her a few minutes longer? I haven’t got much time before I must go.” 

Jude hesitated, shoving down the rage that boiled when he had moved away. She searched his face and found no malice in it, just a bit of exhaustion peeking up. A calming breath had her thinking rationally again. Nodding, Jude moved back to her original spot. 

The king and queen sat quietly, watching the sleeping child, all the while ignoring the almost moment they had. After a few minutes, Cardan rose gently from the couch and carried the child to the nursery. He returned to the living room a moment later. “May I return next week?” Cardan asked. 

“Next weekend is Halloween. We are going to be out for most of the day Sunday.” 

Cardan looked puzzled for a moment before recognition hit. “The mortal holiday of candy and tricks? Such a day does not seem suitable for a babe.” 

Jude laughed. Leave it to Cardan, who grew up in Faerie of all places, to think Halloween was dangerous. “It is hardly as dangerous as it sounds. It is mostly families who dress up in silly costumes and walk around the neighborhood getting candy.” 

A spark lit in Cardan’s gaze. “Families?” he asked softly, “So… you intend to wear a costume along with Everly?” 

Realization dawned on Jude, causing her to fidget. They still had not really established what type of dynamic they would have raising Everly. Being a “family” seemed too personal of a term, although they were bound together in more ways than one.  

“Everly is going as a pumpkin. Vivi bought her the costume last week. I can show it to you if you’d like.” Cardan nodded, and Jude retrieved the costume from the closet. She handed it to Cardan, who held it gingerly. It was utterly adorable with its puffy bottom and matching hat. “Oak insisted that I dress up too, but I will probably just put on a witch hat.” 

“Are you going with them?” Cardan set down the costume and walked to the door. He recognized her diversion for what it was. 

“Yeah. Neither Oak nor Vivi have to wear their glamour on Halloween. So Oak is going as a devil, Vivi as a cat, and I think Heather is going as a mad scientist.” She trailed off as guilt washed over her in waves. The entire conversation felt wrong, especially when she knew what Cardan wanted. A different Cardan would have made demands and threats, but the three years she had been gone had changed him. He was more patient, more willing to give her space. She was waiting for something… for the cruel young boy she had known to make an appearance, but he wasn’t there. 

Cardan took one look back towards Everly’s nursery door, before turning the handle and stepping out into the night. Sadness not well hidden on his face. Jude mentally berated him. He shouldn’t forget to wear a mask among his enemies otherwise they would take advantage of him and the kingdom. But... perhaps he didn’t bother because they weren’t enemies anymore. 

“I’ll send a letter next-”

“You should come,” she blurted out. 

Cardan turned to face her, equally shocked at her words. “I-” He starts, but Jude interrupts again. 

“We are leaving at 4. You can wear a costume or drop your glamour, whichever you prefer. But…” she swallowed. “It would be nice for you to be there. Everly would like it if you were there.” 

Heat burned across her cheeks. It was a silly thing to be embarrassed about. Cardan was Everly’s father. Parents go with their kids on Halloween. But the redness was not only from her words. Cardan was staring at her with an unrecognizable emotion. She met his gaze, and the intensity behind his eyes felt too intimate like it had on the couch. It brought up too many feelings that Jude had not allowed herself to feel in years. 

Her lips parted, attempting to fill the silence that had grown too long when Cardan bent down and placed a chaste kiss on her warm cheek before saying his goodbye and leaving. 

The spot where his lips had met her cheek continued to warm as she returned to the living room and threw herself face down on the couch. 

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Jude walked through the door into Heather’s apartment and was overcome with a thick wall of fall scents. The entire apartment had been decorated with Halloween and fall decorations. It looked like Heather and Vivi had not decided on a cohesive theme, as each room appeared to be at war with each other. Dismembered bloody figures were wrapped in glitter pumpkin-themed garland. Skulls lined the shelves and were accompanied by “Friends Gather Here” signs. It was utterly horrifying and amusing at the same time. 

Everly didn’t mind and squealed at the string of purple and orange lights that covered the ceiling. She walked into the middle of the room where the lights were lowest and reached up for the lights. The child’s face exploded with joy when her little body was lifted into the air, close enough to the lights she could grasp them in her hands. Cardan had swooped into the room, drawn by the sound of Everly’s laughter, and lifted her above his head before Jude had a chance to track the movement. 

“Good afternoon, my loves,” Cardan said while bringing Everly back down into his arms.

She smiled up at him, “Daaa.” The word was still unfamiliar in her mouth. Cardan looked to Jude for help. Without meeting his eyes, Jude walked over to them and smiled encouragingly. 

“That’s right! This is Daddy.” 

Everly repeated the word over and over, still missing the second syllable, but Jude continued to praise her as she had over the last week teaching it. Finally, she glanced up to meet his eyes and felt butterflies in her own stomach. Cardan’s cheeks had reddened, and silver lined his eyes. He continued to bounce her lightly in his arms and nod encouragingly. Any words that he might have spoken were cut off by emotion. 

“I wanted to surprise you.” She said as a way of explanation. 

Cardan nodded again, eyes glistening. He leaned over and gently pressed a kiss to Jude’s cheek, making it her turn to blush. 

“Jude…” his voice came out hoarse. Before he could continue, the moment was interrupted by the rest of the house. 

Oak ran over and hugged Jude, “Can we play together now?” 

Jude looked to Cardan for the answer, and begrudgingly, he set her back on the ground. Taking her by the hand, Oak led Everly to his room, where the two often played together. Vivi had brought out two large steaming cups of cider and placed them in Jude and Cardan’s hands before Heather motioned for everyone to sit down in the living room. Heather took the beanbag chair and clasped her hands together. 

“So, look at you too. Co-parenting like pros. I wish my parents did holidays together. Instead, I just had to celebrate every holiday twice, which I suppose wasn’t the worst thing in the world.” 

A blush spread furiously across Jude’s face, and she refused to look in Cardan’s direction, but judging from his sudden stiffness, he too, was trying to process the comment. 

Co-parenting. 

Two twenty-somethings. High King and Queen of Elfhame. Parents of a two-year-old. Their lives had never been simple, but their current circumstances were especially new territory. Halloween was not the time to talk, but Jude wondered how much longer she could find an excuse to delay a conversation. 

A half-hour later, the six of them left the apartment in search of candy. Cardan had managed to find a pumpkin costume himself in the short period he knew of their plans, but when he realized how unflattering he looked in it, he opted for an even more obnoxious orange suit instead, while Jude decided to wear a black skeleton costume. 

With the King of Elfhame walking around in the open, Jude made sure to keep an eye on each and every ghoul, zombie, and vampire that crossed their path. Liliver and the Court of Shadows lurked, undercover and from the unsuspecting places around them, but Jude still kept vigilant herself. It was a taste of what their future would look like. Even as queen, she would still look out for Cardan and now their child too. 

Everly didn’t make it long into Trick or Treating. Oak tried to walk with her up to each house, but her little steps made the process slow, and Oak’s excitement had him basically dragging her along after the first street. Eventually, Cardan swooped in and carried Everly up to each house, until her eyes dropped and she completely fell asleep. 

Oak’s energy, on the other hand, was limitless, and it wasn’t until his bag was so full he had to resort to dragging the bag that he agreed to go home. Once it was time, Heather, Vivi, and Oak said their goodbyes and headed toward their house. 

Cardan and Jude walked down the dark street and up to Jude’s apartment, remarking on the events of the evening. Once inside, Cardan helped remove the costume and wiped off the orange spots on Everly’s cheeks before laying her down in bed. She stirred for a moment before sleep took over once again. The two walked back to the entryway before Cardan interrupted the silence that had loomed over them. 

“Are you coming home?” 

There was no anger or sadness in his words. Rather, a carefully delivered question, not revealing any of his thoughts. 

She considered the question. Yes, she wanted to. No, it was dangerous.  How long before Cardan’s patience wore thin? How long before the desperation to return home would overtake her? How long before some enemy court found them here anyway with limited protection?  

“It can’t just be about what I want anymore.” 

A non-answer, but Cardan did not back down this time. “What does the mortal world have that makes it a better place to raise her?” 

Jude’s brow furrowed. “Less would-be assassins or kidnappers, happy to snatch a royal baby.” 

“I would like to remind you, that I survived a childhood in Elfhame utterly neglected and without any protection.” Jude started to object, but Cardan continued, “And that would not be the case with her. She will have all the protection our kingdom can offer.” 

Jude didn’t miss the emphasis he had placed on “our” kingdom. 

“Surely, someone will notice the rotation of spies and guards that are sent here, and our enemies will wonder why. We are being careful, but it is foolish to think someone won’t pick up on it. Not to mention, the risk we take with my absences.” 

“Then stop coming.” The venomous words slipped out of her before she could stop them. The anger rising in her was from the truth of his words She had been foolish to think there was a way to continue this inbetween situation. They would either have to disappear again and cut off the connection to Cardan and the court completely, or they would have to return. 

“I-” she began, wanting to take the words back. Cardan kept his features blank. His words were more clipped than before, the only reaction he would show to her words. 

“I said before I want to be in her life, and I mean it. I want to be in both your lives,” he stressed. “I will not miss this time with her. And if you continue to live in the mortal world, I will not miss the limited time we have together.” 

Jude flinched so violently that it was like an invisible blow struck her. He was right, though; she would keep aging in the mortal world, and Everly would only be a faction of the way through her long life before Jude passed from old age. The thought had her shaking slightly.

Her head emptied as he stalked up to her. It had her automatically stepping backward, pinning her back against the wall. His intensity didn’t waiver, but as he noted her body language, he took a small step back. 

His eyes searched hers, despair burning his features. “I will have you however you decide. Rule me again as you once did. Take a lover if you won’t have me. But know, I will bend to your will with or without a bargain. Name your price, and I will meet it; just don’t torture me with your absence or delay any longer.”

A sob built in her throat; her words came out with unexpected anguish, “Cardan, I don’t want a new lover. I don’t need another bargain.” 

This time, when he advanced, he did so slowly, and Jude didn’t move away. He brought his hand up to cup her cheek. It burned under his touch. Cardan gently tilted her head up until they were eye level, “Jude…” He closed his eyes in silent prayer before looking down at her again. Almost too quiet to hear, he whispered, “I just want you home.” 

Her resolve had melted, and she didn’t have the strength to fight the truth anymore. She wanted to go home too, with Cardan, with Everly. 

It was time to reclaim her throne and her life with the family she never could have imagined. 

“Take me home.” The words were barely off her lips before Cardan’s mouth was crashing over hers. He wrapped his free arm around her as they continued the kiss, her hands gripping his tunic. Before long, their cheeks were damp with tears of joy and release from all the years of waiting. 

"Take me home, Cardan," Jude murmured again, "Take us home."

Cardan only nodded before leaning in to kiss her again. 

[akwolfgrl]

The matchmakers match

“Sit,” Nami shoved Sanji down on the orange and green bedspread.

Her orange cat Marmalade imditily claimed the blonds lap covering his suit pants in orange fur. Sanji was after herself and Vivi, Marmalades favorite preson, well Sanji and Zoro. Zoro and Sanji still hadn't met each other. One was always busy, or Zoro would get lost. Luffy was sure that this time would be different, Nami wasn't to sure about that, not to mention if thouse two would even get along, it would be ethior a disaster or the best thing that's happened to ethior man in a long time.

Nami dug through her closet, searching for the clothes she still had of Sanjis from their college clubbing days. She threw him a pair of black skinny jeans and a cropped top. It was one that Ace made him. The blue would match his eyes… even if only one was visible.

“Go get dressed,” She told him over her shoulder as she looked for her own outfit. A smiple shiny gold top with matching heels and a short black skirt. This was a little last minute, so she didn't have time to debate what she was going to wear. She waited for him to come out of the bathroom. The pants looked even more painted on then the last time he wore them. His crop top showed off his abbs and a scattering of blonde hair that was his happy trail. “That will do,” Nami brushed past him to get changed herself.

[internatlvelvet]

[kyokikia]

A little more of you for a little more cash?

Pairings ; Portgas D. Ace × fem!reader

Type ; romantic, fluff

Warnings ; reader is wearing the same kind of outfit as nami, so like very much revealing but vivi did say that it's the kind of outfit that the dancers wear, and reader is a dancer, soo also reader is portrayed to be extremely beautiful! Ace is really ooc, use of y/n

Summary ; You're a solo dancer who performs mainly in the village of Nanohana (the city where Ace and Luffy reunited, but this takes place like a day before that) and Ace sees you and immediately you catch his eye, and he decided to leave you a heavy tip for your beautiful dance, and also plans to give you more in exchange to have some time with you.

Oh my lord im so stupid 😭 i accidentally deleted the request ask and it was an anon ask 😞 i hope whoever requested this sees it! I also apologize for taking so long with sending out requests, im on vacation in another country right now, and i'm also trying to catch up on one piece!

You moved around, gracefully dancing along with the music, as the fabric of your skirt and overtop fabric moved along with you, swooshing around as you did. You were a dancer who lived an honestly simple life in the city of Nanohana, Alabasta. And honestly, you wouldn't necessarily mind leaving the town.

Your profession as a dancer honestly had you content, dancing to beautiful songs was so fun, and you tried your best not to have to dance the same songs over and over again, with you always practicing new songs in the comfort of the home where you lived by yourself.

You also got a lot of tips from the dancing, being extremely beautiful in the eye of others, always having a big group of tourists and locals watching you with a smile on their faces, which in that moment, you were dancing to the music of one of your favorite songs.

A group of people were watching you, as always, including this really hot black haired guy who had an orange cowboy hat adorned with blue circle faces and red beading, the same red beading being wrapped around his neck, along with another necklace. He had a black coat with red flames along the ends, and the coat was open and you could tell he had no shirt underneath, with black shorts and a belt with the initial 'A' on it.

You were trying to sneak glances at the guy, and from what you could tell you could see him focusing on you and only you. And you honestly got flustered from it. As always, you did your best with the dance, but trying to make it a little more pretty and graceful just for the really handsome guy. As you finished up the dance, you, as always, got a round of applause and everyone started leaving, well, except for the strangely hot stranger.

You collected the tips with a smile on your face as you counted them, and the small crowd watching you had left, but the guy hadn't yet. You looked over at him, kind of glad he hadn't left yet, and gave him a small wave, with him taking a few steps forward towards you.

"Hello there!" You exclaimed with a warm smile on your face and a small tint of pink on your face, "Did you enjoy the performance?" You asked him as he took some money out of his backpack, "Heya gorgeous, yea I really did!" He replied with a small chuckle, as he gave you quite a heavy load of money, but it didn't seem like he cared really, or maybe it was just a lot of money to you?

You counted the money as your eyes widened, trying to give him back some of the money, "This is far too much!" He smiled at your words, as he refused to take part of the money back, "no way! All i ask in return, is for a little of your time, pretty girl." He requested, with you thinking for a moment then quickly nodding, "Uhm, alright!" You stammered out, not sure what to really say, with him helping you out by asking, "well what's your name, pretty? So i can stop calling you pretty, unless you don't want me to stop." He said with a teasing tone laced in his voice.

"I'm y/n! What about you, what's yours?" You replied, your cheeks still having that pink tint, which became more obvious by the minute, i mean how else were you supposed to react when there was this really hot guy hitting you on and paying you a fuck ton of money just to talk to him? You would gladly talk to him for free though.

"The name is Ace, Portgas D. Ace." He chuckled as he had a smirk in his face, watching your eyes widen as you realized who he is, "F-Fire Fist Ace?" You murmured out, your eyes lighting up, kind of shocked that it was the Fire Fist Ace, out in the flesh, and to which he gave you a cocky nod, but he was hoping you wouldn't run away or something, and luckily for him, you were more interested than ever.

"Really?! That's so cool!" You exclaimed with adoration in your eyes, and you saw as Ace blushed a little bit, not expecting that kind of reaction, "Mhm, right here in the flesh, baby" He smirked, staring at you. You felt so bewildered, the Fire Fist Ace, was interested in you of all people?

"Anyway, gorgeous, I was wondering if you wanna walk around with me, and we could talk some more?" He proposed, offering you some more money, and to which you quickly replied with, "Nonsense! Keep it with you, i'll be more than happy to accept!"

He slightly rolled his eyes and dumped the money into your purse, where you stored all the tip money, before grabbing your hand and started to walk around. "Hey! Ace, wait!" You exclaimed, blushing more at the hand holding, too focused at the fact that he was holding your hand to take out the money he forced into your purse.

"Well, pretty, you agreed to walk around with me, no? So let's walk around, come on!" He snickered, pulling you along with him as he explored the stalls for stuff, "Anything ya want, y/n?" He offered, pulling out some even more money, jeez how rich was this guy? Well you could guess he had a lot of money, given he's a really successful pirate.

"Have you explored all of Nanohana yet?" You asked him, with him responding with a small no, "well, what kind of place do you want to go to?"

"Anywhere is fine, as long as I get to be with you, pretty." He flirted, smirking as a heavier blush creeped up on your face, you gave him a nod and started touring him around Nanohana, talking a lot with him and getting to know him better.

You both found out more and more about each other, you found out that he was in Alabasta because he's hunting for a traitor pirate, and he heard that someone defeated him or something. And he found out some more of your talents, that you could cook and bake a bit, and that life in Nanohana was kind of boring, but you were content with it.

Even though he was a pirate, he was a really nice and polite guy in your opinion. And as much as you tried to stop him, he kept paying for you. You found out that he was just visiting Alabasta for ten days, or possibly less, a frown appearing on your face as he told you that.

"Unless, "After he said that, he noticed the frown on your face as he smiled a small bit, before reaching into his bag yet another time, pulling out some more berry as you raised one of your eyebrows in suspicion, wondering why he was gonna offer to give you more money this time,

"Why not you come with me, y/n?"

Your eyes widened, wondering if he really meant that. "R-Really?" You muttered, with him confirming it with a yes, as you hesitantly declined, "I'm sorry, Ace!" You quietly said, shaking your head as a no, "I wanna go with you, I really do, you're a really nice and funny and handsome guy, but I just—""

You tried to explain, you really did want to go with him, but you didn't wanna be a liability, "I know I'll be a bother, alright? I know you're looking for another pirate right now, and I don't wanna slow you down as well. I wouldn't be too much help either, all i can pretty much do is dance and cook a small bit.. I can't fight, I wouldn't be able to protect myself, it's really dangerous, Ace!" You cried out.

Ace listened to your explanation, a smile on his face as he insisted, "Who said you'll be a bother?" He asked, taking both your hands in his as he made you look at him, dead in the eyes. "I know it'll be dangerous, but I also know you're getting bored with your life here! You don't have to fight or anything, I'm here right? I'll protect you, no matter what!" He declared,

"Your talents are more than enough, y/n. So what if you think all you can do is dance and some other stuff? I just want you to be with me. If you're worrying about food or money or something, i got it all covered, just join me, please y/n?" He asked with a pleading tone, as you thought about it.

Even though you just met Ace that day, you trusted him, and you knew that you'd trust him with your life in the future, and you were considering taking the chance of being with him. Maybe, just maybe, the risk was worth taking, maybe it was worth it, to take the risk to stay with Ace. You sighed as you agreed, "Alright, fine Ace.. I'll go with you" You gave him a warm smile as you watched his eyes light up at your agreement, him giving you a big hug, which you of course reciprocated.

Thank you for reading, finally got the motivation to complete at least one request, sorry the ending was kind of rushed! Hope you enjoyed, and I hope to see you at my next post!

[lynnbeth5172]

Blacked Last Night ii

Another nightmare; she was in the closet with a friend, stifling their tears as the banging on her friend's door became louder and louder. The voice became slightly more angry as each bang went on.

"Open the door, Emma." 

Vivi's knees were to her chest as tears ran down her face and her hair stuck to her cheek from the tears, finding her friend's hand and squeezing it tightly to where it may hurt.

“OPEN THE BLOODY DOOR, EMMA.”

Thinking back on the nightmare, she focused on her schoolwork to try and ignore it; she ate a small granola bar all the while. It was after a class and Vivi was in her dorm, she had to do the last bit of math and was relieved that she understood the question; afterwards she had emailed her parents about how the day was, messaging that she was taking her medication and not mixing it with anything. It was simple, don’t mix her medication with alcohol.

She heard voices outside and Vivi tapped her foot as she looked at the door. She wanted to get out of the dorm but she felt rooted in the place she sat. She had gotten slightly better with her agoraphobia but it hasn’t changed much; having a panic attack when she was made to go to a family friend's wedding, nearly vomiting when they served food.

She thought of a place that people would most likely not be. There was a small place in the library that some of the students would make out at, it was a private part of the whole library that had a small chair and table where a person could read.

So with some hesitation, she got her book that she brought from home. Opening the door to her dorm to see that the people who were talking outside of her dorm were gone. 

Quickly walking out the dorm and holding her hands in fists so as to not lose her nerves; eventually making it to the large library, unfortunately. Someone was already there with a book in their hands, Vivi took in a breath and turned to find somewhere else to sit. Deciding on a long table where only one person was sitting. A boy with glasses and a blue sweater on, she noticed him as someone who was in her French class. His eyes on a paper as he tapped his pen on the table. Looking to the side occasionally, eventually Vivi peaked to where he was looking, noticing it was Oliver Quick again. He was with a few more posh kids, chatting as one of the girls had her hand on his shoulder.

The boy was glaring daggers at him, muttering something about him being poor. Vivi scrunched her nose in confusion and spoke.

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“You know he isn’t poor, right?” Michael looked from where he saw Oliver chatting with the rich kids, looking in front of him. He saw a dark haired girl with doe eyes, he didn't recognize her from campus and she probably knew that; awkwardly shifting in her seat as she looked at him.

“Who?”

“Oliver, went to school with him since we were kids…he’s not poor.” She said it matter of factly as she played with the sleeves of her green sweater, his mind was slightly jumbled when she said that.

“Who are you even?” He tilted his head and tapped his pen, she gave a small smile and he saw a bit of a dimple.

“Vivi…Viviana Williams.” She seemed to have hesitated before offering her hand for him to shake, he looked at her extended hand and took it.

“Michael Gavey, we share a class…right?” When he said his name, her smile had dimmed a bit but she gave a polite nod. He was slightly confused when she did that, had he said something about her at some point?

“Yea, French…you probably don’t see me often…considering I’m the girl who stays in the dorm.” That was when he remembered his first talk with Oliver, mentioning the girl with agoraphobia. He looked at her and she raised a brow at him, almost as if she knew you said that.

“How did you…you were in your dorm.” He tapped his pen on the table again and put it down so he could put them together.

“My friend told me that you said that.” She looked down then back up, a small bit of guilt came over him and Michael looked down before looking back up.

“Sorry…about saying that about you.” Vivi raised a brow when he said that, as if shocked he said that. Hearing laughter from where Quick and the rest of the posh cunts were, he glared at his old friend and got up. He felt eyes on him as he left the room, not caring that he forgot his papers as he left the library. He heard someone call after him but he quickly hid in a small place where no one could see, feeling his hands sweat and wiping it on his trousers.

It’s fine…you don’t need friends, you have your wit. It was something his father would say sometimes, whenever his piers made fun of him and made jokes.

‘They hate you because you’re a smart boy, you don’t need friends as long as you have your intelligence.’

He used to agree with his father but would still try to make friends, in the end…the only person who he was able to make a friend with was his cousin, his family in general. The Gavey family wasn’t large but they were intelligent and stuck together…when they needed to.

Eventually he calmed and he opened his eyes to notice a pen and paper on the floor, his pen and paper. Hearing footsteps move away from where he was, he picked up the papers and pen as he walked to where heard the footsteps. Finding Vivi walking away as she now looked tense and her hands seemed shaky.

He went after her to what he assumed was her dorm, her door was closed and he heard rummaging and her breathing coming in short breaths. It sounded as if she was near a panic attack.

“Hello? You okay?” He knocked on the door and heard her coming near the door, when she opened. He could see her looking slightly shaken as her chest moved up and down as her hyperventilating seemed to have slowed down.

“Yea…sorry.” He shook his head and looked down, noticing a small stain of ink on his trouser.

“It’s alright, thanks for giving back my things. Means a bit to me.” He offered a smile and she smiled back, she had a nice smile.

He was about to turn and leave before he remembered her saying something about going to school with Oliver.

“Say…Vivi can you tell me about Quick while with you at school?”

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Okay so…probably not the best chapter but that’s alright🙃

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[judeandcardan]

Lured (Part-1)

He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.

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Cardan stared long and hard at the textbooks sprawled in front of him. He sighed — rather dramatically — and picked one of them, flipping it open to reveal a bunch of scribblings about the constellations and their meanings. He threw it away in sour distaste. He hated learning about things as impractical as constellations. He scoured the other books, none it seemed took his fancy any more than the first one. He huffed. Why did he have to learn about all these measly things? Shouldn’t being royal pardon him from his useless studies? He thought bitterly.

He thought of his lectures, of Valerian, Nicasia, and Locke. His mind on its own accord, unbidden, went to the mortal sisters. Even thinking the word “mortal” left a bitter taste in his mouth. He shook his head, determined not to sully his day with even the mere thought of the Duarte sisters.

He abruptly stood up from his tall elegant wooden chair, stalking off to the low bookshelf kept just beside his bed, to procure his copy of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass bound in one pretty green leather hardcover with intricate gold lettering made on it, stating its title. He sat back on his table keeping the book that Vivienne had lent to him months ago on the side of the table. Ever since then he had read it as many times as he could and naught a reading went by where his treacherous mind didn’t stray to Jude, Vivi’s very much mortal half-sister.

He hated Jude. He hated her. He hated her dull brown locks of hair. He hated her light-brown eyes — which he never got to look into closely enough to determine the exact color of them — that always gleamed with hatred at him. He hated the swell of her breasts and the sway of her hips. He hated the sound of her name and how it rolled off his tongue, leaving a bitter aftertaste in his mouth, like poison. He hated even the shape of her name, the loop of the letter ‘J’ in it. He hated her mere existence, that sometimes when she was near, he thought he might just combust into flames. He hated her defiant wicked mouth even worse, which was always ready to spew insults at him. And in the deepest, darkest, most secretive cranny of his brain, he thought of bringing his own cruel mouth against hers, her soft pink lips against his own, to shut her up once and for all.

Distinctly he heard a satisfying snap of something brittle nearby, he looked down and clutched between his fingers was a quill. Well, a broken quill now. Beneath it was a sheet of yellow parchment with the name “Jude” written repeatedly on it over and over again until the whole parchment was full of it and ink stains. Cardan brought the yellow parchment delicately closer to him to inspect it with sharp scrutiny. In some places, he had pressed the nib so forcefully that the paper had torn. Rage, shame, and worst of all, desire flared up in his stomach engulfing him whole. He quickly folded the parchments and stuffed it in between the pages of Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass repressing any feelings he felt in the past minute beneath the surface.

He then slowly, languidly, strolled towards his bed, seemingly without any care of the world. He then carefully laid down on it, smoothing out its crumpled satin sheets, he made sure to think of anything but Jude. He thought of the wide expanse of the midnight black night sky outdoors with millions of glittering stars adorning it like diamonds. He thought of the evergreen trees with their deep gold everapples and their sweet, intoxicating taste. He thought of the turquoise ocean, the one where Nicasia’s mother — the Queen of the Undersea — lived, the one where he visited with her when he was in — or at least what he thought he was in — love with her. He then thought of the cold breeze swaying his soft white linen shirt as he drank his red wine peacefully sitting on fresh earthy soil, flipping the pages of a book. He thought of—

Just then there was a sharp knock at his door, breaking Cardan out of his — Jude free — thought train. Cardan grumbled under his breath, clearly annoyed with the interruption.

“Yes?” He called out with his head resting comfortably on his soft pillow. Yet, there was no reply but more insistent knocking.

“Who is it?” Cardan asked again. This time the knocking stopped and instead the elegant gold doorknob in the shape of a gargoyle twisted ever so slowly as if urging Cardan to stop it, but he remained silent unable to say or do anything, as the door eventually flew open.

In front of him — or well rather the door — stood an elegant young lady togged up in a beautiful ombré ball gown, its color deepening from white near her throat, through the palest blue to the deepest indigo at her feet. Over that was stitched the stark outlines of trees, just the way Cardan saw them from his window as dusk fell. Over them, little crystal beads were sewn to represent stars. The lady’s face — or well half of it — was covered by a pale blue mask encrusted with diamonds.

She looked at him with fierce eyes, a fire in them so similar to Jude, he thought with a surprised blink. Her eyes which were the lightest shade of honey brown he had ever seen, looked at him from under her long thick brown lashes behind her mask. Her lustrous brown hair fell in cascading waves down her back. Her breathing was hard almost as if she had been doing some kind of physical exertion before coming here, unannounced, in Cardan’s chambers. The rise and fall of her chest accentuated her generous breasts, clad in the tight material of her gown.

Catching Cardan starting at her breasts, the woman smirked wickedly. Her lips were painted the deepest shade of coral. Cardan gulped. A strange mixture of desire and dread pooling in his stomach.

“Who are you?” Cardan asked, his voice breaking at the end as the woman took a step forward towards him. The woman didn’t reply.

“What do you want?” He asked breathlessly, not expecting a reply and indeed there was none. The woman merely tilted her head, as if curious to what he was going to say or do next. He didn’t do either of those things but simply stared at her, in awe of her beauty. The woman seemingly bored with him proceeded to move across the room, her skirt trailing after her. She stopped near Cardan’s table. Slowly, carefully, she picked up his Alice’s Adventures in Wonderland and Through the Looking Glass hardcover book kept on his table. She examined it closely, bringing it closer to her eyes, her expression remaining hidden beneath her mask. Then, she precariously kept the book back in its place and turned towards him to access him, just like a wilder fair folk might assess their prey. Her cold gaze swept over him, making Cardan shudder from the sheer intensity of it.

She stepped towards him, it took Cardan everything in him not to shrink back from her. Suddenly, she was by his side, sitting on the edge of his bed. She held up a hand and Cardan watched, awestruck, as she brushed back a stray strand of hair falling on his face.

“I—” Cardan began, his breathing shallow but the mysterious lady having none of that, held up a long slender finger over her own plump lips, shushing him, making him gulp. She smiled a wicked smile at seeing his reaction, showing off her perfect white teeth. She then slowly but surely brought her perfect coral lips to his unworthy mouth.

Cardan became as still as a marble statue. Her mouth was surprisingly soft against his. But after what seemed like too soon she broke off from him. She stared at him, her face as blank as a fresh sheet of paper. Cardan daringly brought his shaking hand to her neck, beckoning her forward for another kiss. He was like a fairie starved for another sip of his favorite wine, begging for it. Fortunately, the woman, sitting beside him, was more than happy to serve it to him, if her smile, slow and sensual, was any indication at all.

Encouraged, Cardan brought her face closer to his by the hand still kept on her neck. Stopping, just as they were close enough for a kiss. He stared into her eyes, which seemed to hold all the answers, and promises, of the universe within them. Such a deep shade of honey was in them that Cardan was reminded of Jude as she spread honey over her bread, sitting on the white blanket with the stupid red stripes over it which she brought with her at every one of her lectures to sit on, laughing at some silly joke with her twin. Appalled by his traitorous thoughts of the rash mortal, he finally brought his lips to the exquisite-looking female, driving all his attention to the feel of her lips against his.

He groaned into her mouth, the sound embarrassingly desperate. Cardan could even feel the woman’s lip curve up into a smug smile against his. The woman never once breaking their kiss, moved to straddle his lap, rubbing herself against him, making Cardan moan with pleasure and desperation. Bringing her as close to him as possible, Cardan kissed her hard and rough something the woman was more than happy to retaliate with her own brutal kisses. Their mouths slipped together effortlessly, teeth over lips over tongues.

Seemingly done with kissing, the woman moved to place some hot, open-mouthed, sloppy kisses against his jaw and down his neck. Cardan was sure that by the next night, there would be a variety of bright red marks blossoming his pale skin that he would have to glamour them away but he couldn’t care less at the moment, as the woman’s mouth moved lower and lower until it reached the collar of his loose linen shirt. She looked up at him with inquisitive brown eyes and Cardan nodded, knowing what she was asking for. Nimble hands unbuttoned his shirt and shrugged it off, showcasing his defined pale muscles. He wouldn’t describe himself to be particularly muscular but rather lean muscular but that seemed to please the lady enough as she continued the journey of her kisses down his chest, stopping just above his waist.

Leisurely, tantalizingly, taking her precious time, she slowly undid the silver buttons of his breeches, dragging them down slowly, her nails lightly scraping against his skin, the sensation weirdly pleasant. Surprisingly, she kissed him again. Long yet slow. Teasing yet sensual. Reverent yet careless. Cardan sighed into her mouth as her calloused hands gently moved through his smooth black hair, making her giggle into his mouth at the sound. A corner of Cardan’s soft mouth quirked up by her tinkling laugh. He almost thoughtlessly, caressingly fondled her sharp jaw with his thumb. The touch so reverent that it scared him. Even with Nicasia never had he ever truly been vulnerable. Even as they lay bare, with their limbs entangled, their breathing hard and their faces flushed with ecstasy had he ever felt this exposed as he felt now, with a stranger. A stranger wearing a pale blue silk mask.

Her small hand slithered down his chest, down his stomach, and came to rest on his waist. She cocked her head to the side, looking up at him, asking him for his consent. He nodded fervently, desperate to be touched. By her, his mind added automatically. He was so lost in his thoughts that he didn’t notice as she uncertainly gripped his hard length, making him let out a harsh animal-like sound from the back of his throat. Breathing wildly, he looked down at the woman, her pupils were dilated, the black swallowing up the deep honey of her eyes, and a self-assured smirk graced her mouth. Cardan watched, mesmerized, as she slowly, more confidently, started moving her hand up and down his length.

Cardan threw his head back, pleasure and hunger humming through his body in wild waves of desire. Hunger for something more. Hunger for her. Hunger to have her body as close to him as it was possible. Hunger to have her moan his name in frenzied bliss as she pleasured herself with him.

He could still feel her rough hand move up and down over and over against him. Squeezing and caressing him from the base to the tip but what he wasn’t ready for was for her to take him in her mouth. He gasped as he felt the warmness of her mouth surround him. He watched in rapt attention — careful not to blink so as not to miss anything — as she took him whole in her mouth. He watched as she bobbed her head on his length, sucking when necessary. He was so close. So close to reaching his sweet long awaited climax, but just when he thought he could hold himself back no longer, she stopped and with a resounding ‘pop’ removed him from her mouth. He thought that he might have groaned with frustration and as the woman’s mouth connected with his lips again, his frustration only heightened with each brush of lips. The kiss was chaste but filthy at the same time. Almost as if she was apologizing to him for not giving him his sweet release but also promising something much better as her hands roamed his chest with reckless abandon.

Abruptly, she stood up, away from him, making a noise of protest, he said, “Why—” but the sentence died on his tongue as she tortuously slowly, began undressing herself. She first slipped off one of her flimsy sleeves then the other and then pushed the dress down all together until it pooled in a mess of blue at her ankles. Stepping out of it, she was left standing just in her underclothes but it was of a very different kind, he realized with a start. When he came to think of it, her curves were far too voluminous to belong to any fey. But all thoughts left his head as she reached behind her back and the strange blue under cloth covering her breasts fell to the ground. He almost groaned at the sight of her bare perfectly round breasts. Then, she pushed down her underwear until she stood naked in front of him. Before Cardan could so much as utter a single sound she straddled his waist again, kissing him, hard and hungry, parting his lips with her own, delving her tongue between his mouth.

Then, detaching her rosy swollen lips from his equally swollen ones. She moved to kiss his neck again but before she had time to do anymore, Cardan flipped them over so she was lying beneath him with his arms supporting his weight so he didn’t crush her completely but looking at her he couldn’t think that she could be crushed by anyone, but still he held himself up by his arms, anyway. Just in case.

The woman’s eyes went wide like saucers clearly surprised but pleased by this new change of position. He threw a lazy smirk at her and she laughed one of her rare laughs — rough and low — throwing her head back and exposing her neck to him. Cardan immediately began peppering the woman’s neck with kisses and her laugh turned into a long drawn-out moan. Pleased with himself, he made his journey down her neck and onto her chest, paying special attention to her breasts with his mouth, eliciting sounds sweeter than the sweetest of wines from her mouth.

One of his hands moved down to her thighs, nearing the region between her legs. He teased the woman mercilessly by never quite touching the spot he knew she ached the most. Just when he thought she might yell at Cardan with frustration and anger he finally gave in and touched her. He cursed under his breath. She was soaking wet. He tried to not let that get into his head but the rush of knowing that he caused this was as heady as the strongest of wines, if not even more so.

He parted her folds, rubbing small circles on her clit as she made sounds sweeter than everapple which fell on his desperate ears, instantly going to his throbbing length. He inserted two fingers inside of her, making her grasp and scratch his back hard enough to draw blood. Soon enough, he moved his head between her legs too, his tongue licking and sucking, determined to make her come. She tasted so sweet and bitter at the same time. Like poison, he thought.

He continued his ministrations till he felt her clench around his long slender fingers, obviously reaching her release. Her moans filled the room, echoing around it until she quietened, and then gingerly Cardan removed his fingers from her and moved up to kiss her, sweet and slow. He knew she could taste her own arousal on his lips but she didn’t seem to mind, she simply kissed him back, her fingers threading through his soft black hair.

She lightly pushed him back, surprised Cardan looked at her but seeing the mischievous glint in her eyes he laughed and lifted himself up from her to lay on the other side of the bed. She soon enough followed him to move over him, kissing him lightly before positioning her sopping heat over his length. She slowly as if keen on tormenting him even further, took him inside her. Whimpering, she slid even further down him, making Cardan groan loudly and grip her hips in a desperately poor attempt to hold onto any shred of sanity that he currently possessed.

The woman, once adjusted to the size of him, began to move more swiftly on him. Soon, her movements became reckless, wild, hasty, and brisk, that even Cardan had trouble keeping up. Fairies never did what this woman was currently doing with him. Fairies tumbled, they frolicked, they made love, they took hours to discover each other’s bodies, never in haste, always taking their precious time and Cardan never complained, he liked it, but currently lying beneath this woman as she took her sweet pleasure from him, he didn’t know if he could go back to the ways of the fair folk. He didn’t want to go back to the ways of the fair folk.

Cardan watched as if under a spell — though that wasn’t possible as no one knew his real name — as the woman’s movements began to waver, her release obviously close. Deciding to take matters into his own hand, he flipped the woman again — with her laying on her back and him hovering above her.

He slammed into her, never had he ever been this wild while making love, if one could even call it that. He was so out of control and he loved every second of it. It was the most free he had ever been since, well, forever.

The woman gasped under him, her eyes scrunched up, face down. He tilted her head up with one of his slender fingers and said, “Open your eyes, please.” He was practically begging but he didn’t care because she listened to him and opened her mesmerizingly stunning eyes, her eyes that were now so dark and filled with desire and reckless wildness, that even staring at them almost made him come.

“I—I can’t hold on much longer,” He murmured, hot against her ear. Apparently, that was enough for her to fall over the edge as she came around him, pretty little moans falling from her mouth. Just by the sounds alone he soon followed her into the sweet blissful afterglow daze.

He lay still against her, his breathing hard. When he finally calmed down, he looked up at her with half-lidded eyes, she was watching him. He smiled, and she smiled back a toothy smile. She looked without any care in the world as she lay beneath him, a small, genuine, smile plastered on her face. Cardan was sure he looked the same. He never knew you could feel this kind of feeling, this sweet nothingness, that he was currently feeling with anyone, let alone a stranger, yet here he was, freer and happier than he had ever been his whole life.

“I—” He began, then reconsidering, “It just occurred to me that…we just made love and I haven’t even seen your face.” And Indeed he hadn’t. She still wore her pale blue mask, hiding her whole face, except her deliciously swollen red mouth. He was proud to see that he had done that to her, but looking at it, he noticed that the smile she wore slipped off. He panicked, fearing he had said the wrong thing and ruined this beautiful moment he was having with her, one where he was not a prince but just a mere boy laying in the arms of his lover that he just met, but then, she smiled slightly and he felt his worries evaporate in thin air.

She slowly lifted her arms and then her head, just an inch, from the pillow where it currently lay, to undo the knots tying her mask together. He watched as she gently removed it from her face and he stilled immediately. His breathing stopped, it even seemed that his heart had altogether stopped beating itself too. He couldn’t believe his eyes. He wouldn’t believe his eyes. But as he stared at the woman’s face it could not be denied that she was who he feared she was. Jude.

He abruptly threw himself off her, horrified. The woman, no, Jude, just slanted her head as if in mild confusion, as if she couldn’t understand why he was freaking out. He wanted to yell at her to get out of his chambers but all he did was point an accusing finger at her and hiss, with all the vehemence he could gather, “You.”

Jude stared at him for a moment, then laughed, as if the whole ordeal was beyond hilarious to her. Lifting an amused eyebrow at him, she said, “Yes, me.”

“I—I will—” He stuttered stupidly, at a loss of words.

“You will what?” She asked, mildly interested. She stood up from the bed to stand in front of him and tilted her head as if waiting for him to continue and finish his sentence. He stared blankly at her, he also didn’t know what he was going to say because all he could think about at that moment, was Jude, standing naked in front of him. The familiar pit of desire opened up in his stomach once again but he closed it up. What he couldn’t stop though was glancing, for a fleeting moment, at her luscious lips, but unfortunately for him, Jude, who never missed anything, of course, saw this and smirked.

“Oh, Cardan,” She said, leaning in towards him, close enough for a kiss. His eyes fluttered shut automatically in anticipation, in want. He closed his eyes even harder as if somehow that would make this any less real and hide his growing desire for her.

“You really do want me,” She whispered, her mouth mere inches apart from him, “and you hate it.” With that, she brought her dangerous mouth to his own traitorous one. She kissed him, slow and rough, and he let her.

xxx

Cardan woke up with a start, cold sweat coating his pale skin, desire running wild through his body like a fast-flowing river ready to drown anything that came in between it. He looked around his room, trying to look for Jude, but then it dawned on him that he had been dreaming. It all had been a dream. Kissing Jude was a…dream. Making love to her was a dream. He shook his head as if somehow trying to rid his head of the ungodly image his brain was currently replaying, one that featured a very cloth-less Jude. Ungodly and not real, he reminded himself furiously.

He took a couple of deep breaths, willing himself to calm down, trying to think unpleasant thoughts about Jude, but none currently came to his mind. He was in a lot of trouble, he thought, appalled.

Horror, shame, anger, and worst of all stupid hope pooled in his stomach. He threw himself off his bed, opening up the shelf where he kept all the alcohol he possessed. Well, all the alcohol he possessed in his chambers, at least.

He grabbed himself a bottle of red wine, immediately opening it up and chugging it from the bottle straight. He couldn’t be sober for this. He wouldn’t be sober for this. When the familiar, soothing, taste of wine filled his mouth did he finally calm down. The sweet and bitter wine — like her, he thought but abruptly dismissed — guzzled down his neck and into his stomach, cooling down the intense feelings that seemed to overwhelm him until he couldn’t breathe.

xxx

Later that night, as he took a fairie with long ash-blonde hair and brown barky skin to bed, he thought of Jude and he hated every single second of it.

[firstdivisiongirl]

Hey Vivi it’s me again I have a fic request . Could you write a fic with ace x f reader where she was living in a very complex village with there own language and everything like outfits to ( she lives on a deserted island ) but like where ace just happened to find her

BYEEEE 🧡💛🧡💛💛💛🧡🧡🧡

Hi @hobiefan. Thank you for another request. This was an interesting one for me to write, if I'm being honest. I really don't know another language, so it was a challenge. In the end, I decided to use Hawaiian as the language and the actual look of the village to be similar to were Tama lived on Wano. It's one of the languages I have wanted to learn. Anyways, I hope you enjoy it!

Portgas D Ace x Fem Reader: New Favorite Place

Ace had only been a captain for about a year now when he found your island. They might have crashed it...again. But while a few of the crew members fixed the ship, he and Deuce decided to explore the island. It was clearly deserted, as once they left the soft sandy beach, there were only trees. At least until they saw a small little village of some sort. There were neatly made wood huts. They didn't see any people, which was unusual. Just as the two were about to get up, a blunt object made impact with the back of their heads. The two pirates blacked out.

The two men woke up in a daze. They noticed they were in the little village now. Ace went to stretch, but his body was bound to a large poll, and he was sitting down. An older man, dressed in a red shirt with intricate gold white and plain matching pants walked up to the boys. He spoke in a very deep and stern voice, "ʻO wai kou inoa?" Ace looked at Deuce.

"Huh?," Ace asked, looking at the man puzzled. Soon after, a small girl, about his age, dressed in a plain light blue shift dress with a short bob and a hibiscus flower in her hair walked up to the man. She said something to the man, before looking at Ace. "My father asked you what your name is," she said, crouching down to be at his level. "I'm sorry about our chief, we have a different language here. I speak our language and yours. I can translate. What is your name any why are you here?"

"Portgas D Ace. I'm a pirate, but my boat crashed here."

She looked at her father before speaking again, "ʻO Ace kona inoa a he poʻe pōā ʻo ia. Aole lakou maanei e aihue."

Her father yelled something and a few large men dressed like the chief came and cut the rope off of Ace. "I'm sorry about that. We need to fix our ship. Some of my crew are gathering supplies. I promise not to bother you all."

***

But, Ace bothered you all anyways. He was at your village everyday. He learned so much about your culture and even tried learning the language. Let's just say. He wasn't very good at it. It was the last day on the island. As his crew packed up to go, he ran back to your village to find you. He found you watering the flowers outside your home. He ran up to you out of breath, "Hi! So, we're leaving today and I wanted to tell you something. I know it's only been a week, but I like you. Not as a friend..." He was about to continue with a beautiful long speech, but you interrupted him by smashing your lips onto his. Your lips were sweet, like strawberries and he really enjoyed it. You broke away from him and said, "Aloha Au Ia ʻOe. It means I love you."

He looked at you and wrapped his arms around your smaller frame, "Aloha Au Ia ʻOe."

About an hour later, the Spade Pirates left your island. Everyone in the village waved goodbye to their new friends. That day, your island became his new favorite place Not because it was territory of the Spade Pirates, but because that was where you were.

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[linkemon]

Vivi (Baji Keisuke x Reader)

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[ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ] ᴄᴏᴍᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴄʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ɪɴ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙᴀᴊɪ ᴋᴇɪꜱᴜᴋᴇ. ꜱʜᴇ ʙᴇɢɪɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴘᴇɴᴅ ᴍᴏʀᴇ ᴛɪᴍᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪᴍ, ᴏɴʟʏ ᴛᴏ ꜰɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ꜰɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ɪꜱ ᴀꜱ ꜱʜᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ…

ᴀᴅᴅɪᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ɪɴꜰᴏʀᴍᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: 1. ᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇꜱ ᴘʟᴀᴄᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ꜱᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʀᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀɪɴꜱ ꜱᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀꜱ.

[Reader] looked around the library. Dust particles danced in the bright light streaming from the huge windows. Some students fought over access to computers. The teacher on duty tried to calm them down. Most people, however, sat quietly, with their noses in books. They were cramming for exams. Two people glanced her way quickly from time to time. That's why she always hid in that corner, away from watchful eyes. The rumors about meeting Baji outside of class didn't do her any good. No one close to her approved of this. They heard various things about him, often untrue. They were afraid and rightly so.  

She looked at her notebook again that afternoon. She did all her homework. She also managed to study for all the tests. She had nothing left. She tapped her fingers impatiently on the table. She was dying of boredom. How long can you do one exercise? Keisuke has proven to her many times that there are people in the world who are not suitable for mathematics. No matter how much she tutored him, he was hopeless. Many times she wanted to give up but then she remembered his mother. Mrs. Baji fell into despair after her son had to repeat a grade. She didn't want it to happen again, so she actually begged her young neighbour to do something about his hopeless state of knowledge. She didn't have much money but she often cooked her favourite dishes and invited her to dinner. To this day, the girl still doesn't know how she managed to make up for all the gaps in the boy's education. The worst thing was that he really tried. She supervised him at every opportunity. Sometimes, late at night, she saw the lamp on in his room. And yet, he simply couldn't stick certain things in his mind forever.  

— What strategy did you use? — [Reader] asked, wanting to break the silence. She couldn't sit like this forever.  

— None — Keisuke coughed. — I don't know how to start this task.  

— Why didn't you say anything?! — The girl ran her hand over her face resignedly.  

— You seemed deep in thought — he replied calmly.  

— Take off those glasses. Right now.

She couldn't look at the pair of glasses on his nose anymore. Not only did he not look like himself but his eyesight was also ruined. The guys in the gang told him that if he put them on, he would become smarter. It didn't really work. And certainly not when it comes to school.  

— What for? — he asked.  

She reached towards him. He had more beautiful hair than herself. She admitted it reluctantly. He wore his long black locks in a ponytail. She pulled the elastic band off, letting them fall freely. He looked very handsome. If he walked like this every day, many students would surely send him love letters. Maybe it was better that only she had the privilege of seeing him like this...  

— Standard tactics don't work on you — she said. — When you're getting ready for a fight, you look like you do now. Imagine that these exercises are enemies and you're about to kick their ass.  

— How do you know what I look like when I fight? — Baji grinned. — Someone is watching me...  

— First of all, I'd be a fool not to look at you. — The boy's reaction was priceless. For a moment he was completely confused. He wasn't used to anyone responding to him like that. Certainly not apart from the people of Tokyo Manji. — And secondly, focus. — She pointed to the notebook.  

He cracked his neck and clenched his fist. For a moment, he looked like he was really about to go and kick the young students a few shelves away. Eventually, however, he began to read the text eagerly. He used two large sheets of paper. He drew and scribbled furiously. After a few minutes of scribbling, he gave girl the exercise. It's true that he calculated the delta incorrectly but it was a start. Especially compared to what was before.  

— If I do the next task, will you give me a kiss? — His low, gravelly voice sounded somewhere close to her ear.  

She knew he was teasing her but it still felt nice. He didn't joke like that with everyone. Keisuke didn't allow women near him at all. Outside of her. And she was very flattered to be the exception.  

— We both know you won't do it — She leaned towards him.  

The academic level of difficulty was clearly marked with the exercise. While she would have had a chance against it, he would almost certainly have failed at the very start.  

— I was hoping you'd care enough to help me. — He laughed. — It's time for me — he announced, getting up from the table.  

Toman was probably going to the meeting again. He'll put on a black jacket, get on his bike and go give someone a good beating. It never really scared her. Yes, he could be brutal but he never attacked people who didn't know what they were getting into. She had seen him deal with guys who harassed girls at school more than once. He often saved his younger colleagues from being attacked by nasty bullies. He didn't brag about it at all. He did it after class. Usually, no one recognized him afterward anyway because he looked very different at school and outside of it.  

It was no exaggeration to say that she had fallen in love with Baji. He showed her his other, softer side. Like when he held her hair to keep it from falling into the bowl of ramen. Or when he helped her get to class on time because she overslept. And he once even said that if he had to choose one girl and go on a date, it would be [Reader]. The latter was an overheard conversation between him and Chifuyu. Somehow it turned out that she was just returning to her apartment. The boys sometimes liked to sit on the playground near the estate. It was then that the truth dawned on her. It wasn't flirting anymore, it was something else. Some kind of bond that they will probably develop into something more soon. She enjoyed it.  

She didn't even notice how much time she spent in the library.  

— [Reader]-chan, have you been sitting here all afternoon? — Her friend touched her arm gently.  

— Almost — the girl nodded.  

Sashimi had been very worried about her lately. She insisted on walking her home. She also often asked them to go out together. She didn't mind, although the frequency with which they did it was starting to tire her a little. In the end, though, [Reader] let her be dragged and they had a good time.  

— I thought you were just talking to someone... — Her friend looked worried.  

She probably guessed she spent time with Baji. She didn't want to upset her because Sashimi never liked the boy. She had formed an opinion about him a long time ago. Gangs were bad, dangerous and that's it. She would go even crazier knowing that this famous legend goes to the same school.  

— You must've misheard. — [Reader] waved her hand carelessly and put her things into her bag. — Let's go.  

***  

Something banged hard on the window. [Reader] took off her headphones, trying to figure out if she had misheard. The autumn wind sometimes blew a lot of garbage towards her house. Especially on days like this, where the sky looked like it was going to rain any moment.  

And yet the sound repeated itself. So she went to the window. She didn't expect to see Keisuke on the other side of the glass at all. A fat black tomcat trotted next to him. He wagged his tail impatiently and mewed loudly. He certainly didn't like this weather.  

— How did you get here, Baji-kun? — The girl glanced at him and then down.  

She let him inside, feeling the cool breeze of the approaching storm.  

— I climbed the tree. — He dusted the small brown leaves off his jacket.  

— Where did you leave the motorbike? — She glanced out the window again. There was no sign of his beloved vehicle anywhere.  

— One street away. Don't worry, I'm not that stupid. I know your folks don't like me.�� 

She breathed a sigh of relief. Her parents didn't like the boy. They certainly wouldn't be happy to see him. Recently, they clearly reminded their daughter that it was not a good idea to associate with such people. She protested for a long time and eventually they reached a compromise. However, she decided to stay out of their sight for now when the two of them are together. A sudden meeting certainly wouldn't improve the situation now.  

— You mentioned you weren't feeling well, so I came. — Keisuke sat down on the soft, plush carpet. He lazily stretched his legs and turned his head towards the ceiling.  

[Reader] widened her eyes. She had indeed written him a message but the last time she checked, he had not read it or replied. She thought he wouldn't really care. After all, everyone can have a bad day sometimes. Meanwhile, he escaped from the meeting with the gang. In addition, he made this strange but impressive entrance. She felt stupid. She was wearing unsophisticated, crumpled clothes and funny, old-fashioned slippers. She furtively brushed her hair as he admired the photos in her room, just to look a little more put together.  

— Cool slippies. Do you feel like a grandma already? — Her friend grinned.  

He seemed genuinely amused by the concept of stuffed cats on her feet.  

— Says the guy who wore glasses and thought they would make him smarter... — [Reader] showed him the middle finger.  

She felt embarrassed. Not that she didn't like wearing those slippers but now her neighbour certainly wouldn't let her live. He definitely won't miss the opportunity to remind her about it during some tutoring.  

— I thought if I brought him back it would make you feel better — Baji nodded at the animal hanging out in the middle of the room.  

The fat cat put his head under the girl's hand. She took him onto her lap. She stroked the fluffy ball steadily. The black fur was extremely soft. Baji certainly brushed it. She knew that the boy dealt with stray cats. He devoted what little time he had left from the day to taking care of them. His mother complained about how much fur they left in his room. And also what part of the monthly budget they consume. But she could always be placated. All it took was the pleading looks of a few animals and the promise that her son would start studying. Everything had been going on this way for several years. There were no signs of change.  

There was something nice about sitting here with Keisuke in the warmth when it was starting to rain outside. Talking about trivial matters brought peace of mind. Even if they didn't cover any specific topics. His mere presence helped cheer her up.  

— Why exactly did you feel bad today? — Baji asked at one point. — Do I need to beat someone up?  

She saw in his eyes that he was asking seriously. If someone actually hurt her, he would be ready to go and hit whoever she pointed out. He probably wouldn't even ask what, how or why.  

— You don't have to hit anyone. She laughed. After a while, however, she sighed heavily. — I've just had a terrible headache lately and I'm not in a good mood. There is no specific reason.  

The boy looked at her carefully, then put his hand to her forehead and immediately took it away.  

— What are you doing? — [Reader] looked at him, amused.

— I'm checking for a fever — he said.

She put her hand to her mouth to stifle a giggle. Still, she snorted quietly. She couldn't help herself.  

— You wouldn't be able to check anything by swatting your hand like that! Have you watched some kind of romantic movies?

His face confirmed that yes, he had watched the them. As silly as it was, it was also a bit romantic. Therefore, she spared him further suffering and changed the topic of conversation.  

A black kitten was circling the room. At first he acted normal but then he became a bit uncomfortable. He walked around in circles, unable to find a place.  

— What is it about? — The girl scratched him behind the ears.  

— He probably misses me — Keisuke said.  

As if on cue, the animal began to meow. A long wail echoed through the room.  

— [Reader], is that a cat? I thought you were talking to someone. — Her mother's voice came from the living room.  

She was probably watching TV and the sound only now reached her ears.  

— It's just a new ringtone on your phone! — the daughter shouted. — I talked to Sashimi!  

She looked pointedly at her guest. They should have been in bed long ago. Tomorrow was another day at school.  

— I think it's time for me to go — Baji said, straightening his jacket.  

She opened the window. The cat jumped out first, even though it was already starting to rain outside. He meowed goodbye and jumped straight into the tree. Keisuke followed him.  

***  

[Reader] was walking along a quiet street with Baji. The area was desolate. Few people were out this late in the evening. And certainly not in November. However, the starry sky encouraged them to continue walking. So she pulled her jacket tighter around her, trailing after the boy.  

At one point, she saw a familiar, blond hair. It stood out in the grey-brown landscape. The light from the lamps reflected from it from a distance.  

— Matsuno-kouhai! — she exclaimed.  

The younger colleague turned towards her. Keiji gave her a scolding look. It was supposed to be just the two of them. And now they will have company.  

— Good evening, [Reader]-san… — Chifuyu's face showed concern. He stood still for a moment, as if he didn't know what to say. — How do you feel?  

He had always been formal with her but probably not that formal. She suspected that he had a crush on her some time ago. However, he felt respect for Baji and that was probably why he tried to suppress his feelings. Since she realized this, she saw him less often. She didn't want to break his heart even more.

— All right. Thanks for asking, although it's a rather strange question. — The older friend smiled slightly.  

— You took it the worst of all of us and it seemed to me that… — The unfinished sentence hung in the air.  

She noticed with horror that tears were dancing in the corners of kouhai's eyes. He lowered his head and quickly wiped them away.  

— What are you talking about? — asked the girl. She felt like she was missing something. As if it was something she should know.  

She looked at Keiji. However, he shrugged. Apparently he had no idea what was going on either.  

— I don't think we understand what you're talking about.  

— We don't? — The boy looked at her with surprise. He seemed genuinely shocked.  

— Something's wrong? We have no idea. We were here all evening. — She gave him a worried look.  

— [Reader]-senpai, what what kind of we are you talking about? — he asked with a serious expression.  

— Me and Baji-kun. Who else do you see here?  

Chifuyu's eyes widened for a moment. Like he really couldn't believe something. She didn't understand at all why he had this reaction. He grabbed her shoulders tightly and shook her.  

— [Reader]-senpai, Baji-san is dead…  

She felt as if someone had hit her. She grabbed her head. Excruciating pain ripped through her skull. As if something was trying to come to the surface. Everything inside her was turning over. She felt like vomiting.  

— But... he's here...  

She wanted to say that he was still here but when she looked back, she saw no one. Only an empty sidewalk and a few rustling leaves.  

— He was here just a moment ago! — she shouted desperately, looking around.  

She looked fat the boy in disbelief, feeling something bursting in her head. Some fragments of memories seemed to deform and blur. Was he in the library with her? Did he come to her room? Was she walking with him just now? 

— He committed suicide. Less than a week ago. On Bloody Halloween — Chifuyu said in a quiet, pained voice. — You were with me at his funeral. You are standing in front of a cemetery. — Matsuno hugged her tightly.  

She looked uncertainly to her right. He was right. Her legs brought her here. There was a gate in front of her. And beyond, there were rows of tombstones, decorated with flowers and incense sticks. Slowly everything came back to her. The sight of his cold, lifeless body. A gentle smile on his face as she said her final goodbyes to the corpse. His mother's despair as he was cremated. These senseless condolences from all my loved ones. As if they were going to bring him back to life.  

— It's not true! — she protested.  

She sobbed. His black jacket was darkened by the tears that dripped profusely down her face. She felt snotty. She sniffled again and again. The lights of the lamps were blurring more and more. The boy pulled her towards him. He held her very tightly and she knew he was crying too, although more quietly. She howled with shock and anger. To the world for being so damn unfair. At herself for not noticing anything. At Baji for leaving and not thinking about how she and his mother would feel. At Hanemiya because he was the one who pushed him to do this. And also on Tokyo Manji because they were shitty friends. Everyone was guilty. And now there was nothing that could be done about it because there was no way to turn back time.  

She blinked hard. She thought she saw Keiji for a brief moment. With his cheeky smile, on a motorbike and a black cat next to him.  

— Don't go — she sobbed.

***  

[Reader] took out Peyoung Yakisoba from the bag and handed Chifuyu the chopsticks. They ate in silence. This became their ritual. Ever since their friend left, they kept their promise. They left him his favourite dish according to his last wish. They emptied the package halfway and then placed it on the monument. They hoped he would like it. 

The woman extended her hand towards Matsuno. He grabbed her and squeezed it tightly. They didn't give up. Even though everyone around seemed to have come to terms with Baji's death. They were still working. With each passing day they were getting closer to getting rid of Kisaki. Revenge became, as it were, their driving force. And yet, somewhere in these negative feelings, there was also room for love. 

For a long time, they wondered what Keiji would say if he saw their relationship. He would probably laugh and say he was jealous. But then he would wish them luck. She knew it. If it weren't for this feeling, they certainly wouldn't have decided to do all this.  

She had support in the man walking by her side. He understood her better than anyone else.  

— So where are we going for dinner today? — [Reader] asked.  

— I have no idea. There will probably be a lot of food at the board meeting but I wouldn't want to eat at the same table with them. We'll figure something out when I get back. — Matsuno wrapped his arms around her waist and they moved towards the tall building towering over the entire city.  

[cherealta]

so my tablet is still on its death bed buuut i had a bunch of outfits from the sims saved from my introductory posts so here's the rest of them for my hss prime and hwu mcs!! i could spend hours on cas. ive had a very productive week. totally.

vivienne: vivi's style is very much inspired by the prep movement that happened in the late 2000s - early 2010s. though it's a little more lowkey and practical (as practical as a girl can get in an plaid skirt!). browns, whites, blacks and occasional dark greens are usually the colors she chooses to wear her love for the color brown is so strong that it even transferred to her hair! common clothing choices are skirts (duh!), mary janes or heels, sweaters, barrettes, necklaces and bow motifs on her dresses. she doesn't experiment with her style a lot (preferring to play it safe) though she falls in love with legwarmers after stumbling across 2000s j-fashion blogs in 2014. when she gets older she basically almost always wears dresses, and yes, with large bows on the front.

agnieszka: her style is a lot more spontaneous. though there is some common patterns. blacks with pops of bold colors, washed out denim, belts, caps/bucket hats, tights, platformed shoes and cropped tops. her style is quite modernized which is mainly bc ts4cc for 2010s fashion is very limited but i'd like to say she was just ahead of her time. after she stopped being so financially dependant on her family she would go to thrift stores and experiment with the clothes she bought from there. she never really belonged to any subculture but this is mainly due to her lack of identity within herself (which i'll go into a whole other time). i think this is what makes her more prone to playing around with colors unlike vivi who mainly sticks to the same browns/whites. when she gets older her style does mellow out a little but it still has the exuberant edginess that her style had at hollywood u.

fun little fact but in color psychology🤓brown is associated with dependability, resilience, comfort and warmth while black is associated with mystery, strength and protection. i think this could align with their characteristics but i DO NOT want to ramble on too long. bring up color symbolizing to me and i'll ramble for hours (studying graphic design and constantly having to work on color theory has ruined my life).

+ bonus outfits!! (warm, cold, athletic and sleepwear! i didn't have any cute swimwear cc despite having 25GB of custom content. so i def need to go on an search.)