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samiiy20 · 5 months

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✩ 𝗞𝗶𝗺 𝗛𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗷𝗼𝗼𝗻𝗴 (𝐟𝐭. 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸 𝗦𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗵𝘄𝗮) ✩

𝖯𝖺𝗂𝗋𝗂𝗇𝗀: Kim Hongjoong x fem! reader x Ex bf! Park Seonghwa 𝗚𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗿𝗲: Smut 𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱 𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗻𝘁: 3.1k 𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: Threesome, unprotected sex (don't do it), jealousy, oral sex, eating cum, creampies. (I apologize if I forgot something) 𝗦𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀: Hongjoong had a little surprise for you to enjoy the night, but you never expected it to include your ex-boyfriend.

N/A: First, I'm glad that this writing is the first fic of the year. Second, I can't stop watching the MV that these two released, so boom! I didn't sleep for two days thinking about this jsjsjs but I hope you like it <3

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English NO is my first language.

You had been dating Hongjoong for a while now, but it wasn't anything formal, you liked hanging out with him when you had nothing to do, he fulfilled your every whim without asking for anything in return, and the sex with him was fantastic. You felt comfortable without commitments, anyway you weren't looking for something serious with someone after the damage your ex left behind.

"You are busy? Are you busy?" You sighed looking at the mess in the kitchen and grabbed your phone before answering Hongjoong.

“No, actually I'm finishing eating but…”

“It tasted horrible?” A moan confirming his suspicions caused his laughter to be heard over the speaker. “Do you want to come?”

“I don't know, I have some things to do tomorrow and…”

“Please” think for a moment and before saying anything continue “Maybe we can enjoy dessert.”

You laughed a little because you knew what it meant but you were tired, maybe you deserved a break.

“But come for me.”

"Deal "

After almost an hour (enough time to clean up the mess in the kitchen and put on anything) Hongjoong was outside leaning against his car smoking a cigarette. When you approached him he smiled giving you a quick look up and down and you couldn't help but feel nervous.

“As beautiful as ever,” you rolled your eyes, snatching the cigarette from his fingers before taking a drag and smiling.

" you're a liar"

“Give me a kiss” You hit him in the chest and he took your hand, cornering you between the car and his body “just one.”

“It's never just one with you” he raised his shoulders smiling and you sighed before looking around and joining your lips in a quick kiss, but Hongjoong slid his hands along your waist until he reached your butt and squeezed it “Stop it, someone might see us.”

Hongjoong laughed and opened the door for you, he waited for you to get in before doing the same and starting the car. The whole way he was giving you looks and letting his hand rest on your thigh, caressing your skin a little, but it only made your body start to light a small flame inside you.

“Do you remember what you said the other day?”

"No"

“When were we in bed?”

“Joong says a lot of things and I forget half of them” actually you did remember, although you didn't know what he was referring to, you had said a couple of frustrated fantasies, but you were pretending not to, it was very embarrassing to accept it now that you were sane.

“Well, I have a surprise for you.”

“You know I don't like surprises,” you replied, crossing your arms when he turned off the car engine. Hongjoong turned to look at you and took your face in his hands.

“You might like this one” his words made you nervous but at the same time curiosity took over you.

Hongjoong was a person who liked to experiment, he was not closed to any idea and had even fulfilled a couple of your fantasies, he had taught you a few things that you didn't know you might like and you were eager to know what he had in store for you.

When they arrived at the apartment it seemed strange to you that the lights were on, but you didn't say anything and before you could question it he covered your eyes with his hands and placed a kiss on your neck.

“Don't do that… I can't see” you tried to remove his hands but his breath made your skin crawl, leaving you still.

“Shhh… let me guide you precious”

Your senses were turned off when he placed his lips on your neck and his tongue ran a path to your shoulder while he made you walk slowly forward. You let out a low moan as you felt his teeth dig into your skin.

"Are you ready?"

“No,” Hongjoong’s laughter echoed in your head and nerves tickled your entire body. Hongjoong's hands slowly discovered your eyes and as your vision adapted to the light again you could notice a strange figure in the place.

When you were finally able to see what it was, you froze. Of all the things you thought Hongjoong had prepared, you never imagined seeing your ex-boyfriend sitting calmly with a smile on his face. No, this had to be a fucking joke. You rubbed your eyes thinking you were hallucinating but he was still there.

“Seonghwa?”

“Hi doll,” your ex responded, widening his smile even more.

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

"What is this? they know each other?" Hongjoong asked confused.

“No” you responded. “Yes” Seonghwa said at the same time.

You turned around heading towards the door but Hongjoong stood in your way.

“This was your surprise?” you asked angrily

“I don't know what you're talking about, I didn't even know they knew each other, I don't know who he is… well yes but…”

“Ahhh of all the people in the world you chose him?”

“I'm still here,” Seonghwa said, approaching you and you avoided seeing him.

“You…” you turned to where he was and put a finger on his chest, “how did you get here? Do you still want to continue ruining my life? "Isn't what you did enough for you?"

“I'm sorry, okay? I told you it was a misunderstanding but you never let me explain it.”

“Enough,” Hongjoong exclaimed, full of the whole situation. “I don't know what matters you have between you, but I think we should calm down.”

It took Hongjoong a while to convince you to stay and talk calmly while they clarified the situation, but although you finally gave in, you were uneasy with Seonghwa's presence. The three of them sat at the table and Hongjoong made them talk in turns. You sighed, threatening your ex with your eyes and told him your story.

“We were a couple a while ago…”

“Six months,” Seonghwa interrupted you.

“Anyway, we broke up, but that part wasn't very nice so I made my life and then I met you and blah blah blah, things happened and now I'm here, in front of this idiot.”

“Anything to say Seonghwa?” Your ex opened his mouth but denied before looking at you.

“How did you meet?”

“That doesn't matter to you,” you responded aggressively as you crossed your legs and looked away. “How did you two meet?”

"What difference does it make?"

“Stop it, you're both tiring me out.” Hongjoong dropped into the chair and sighed, looking at them both. He had no idea what trouble he'd gotten himself into just for wanting to have a little fun with his favorite people, but here he was having to put up with their complaints. “I met Seonghwa like I did with you okay?” at the bar, it was actually a week after you, you both vented about your problems but I never imagined they would talk about each other, I didn't even know they knew each other, I thought it was a good idea to bring him because I thought he was your type and you would enjoy more, but ahhhh I never imagined this”

You felt a little bad for Hongjoong, he just wanted to fulfill one more of your fantasies and ended up getting into a weird mess. You caressed his hand and without looking at your ex you stood up and hugged him from behind.

"It's not your fault"

“Yeah, whatever, don't feel bad,” Seonghwa said to help you, “she wouldn't be able to handle it anyway.”

You threatened Seonghwa with your look, you didn't want to talk to him but her words hurt your ego, you had been with both men before, you knew them better than anyone and you dared to say that you couldn't handle them? Who did he think he was?

"What do you mean?" The voice is more aggressive than you intended but Seonghwa's smile only made it harder for you to contain yourself “I can't handle you? I’ll show you, idiot.”

Without paying attention to your ex you climbed onto Hongjoong's lap and he held your hips before you could continue.

“You don't have to do it if you don't want to.”

“I want” You responded before bringing his lips together as you pulled him into the most passionate kiss you had given him before, mixing your tongues and letting his teeth collide. Your hands passed over his chest and slowly went down to slide over the delicate shirt he was wearing.

"Is that all you have?" You rolled your eyes, separating yourself from Hongjoong and wiggling your hips in his lap while locking your gaze with Seonghwa who had stood near him. You grabbed him by the edge of his pants and made him take another step. Before he continued speaking, you raised your hand to reach the collar of his jacket and bring it closer to your mouth.

“You don't know when to shut up, right?” You felt Seonghwa's labored breathing on your lips and you noticed his dilated pupils. “Accept that you still like me, idiot.”

"And what?"

Your memories came back for a split second and you remembered the reason why you decided to break up with him, you were still angry for seeing him kiss your best friend but you had to accept that you still had feelings for him, the years at his side were something that You would never forget, how could you forget all that love, desire and passion that you felt every time you saw him. And now that they were face to face those feelings blossomed again.

“I hate you” you whispered before pulling him into your mouth and delving into his lips, they were just like you remembered them, sweet and fluffy.

Hongjoong had gotten lost in the feeling of your hips grinding against his clothed cock that he almost forgot about you. He dug into the crook of your neck leaving a red mark on his making you moan into Seonghwa's mouth causing your fingers to tangle through his long hair.

He broke away from the kiss, seeing your eyes full of lust when Hongjoong removed your shirt, freeing your breasts. “Come here,” he snatched you from the hungry mouth of his friend, tasting your skin.

Hongjoong laughed when he saw them and to think that a few minutes ago they didn't even want to see each other. He sighed, feeling the pressure in his pants as he watched them devour each other's mouths and their hands touching each other's bodies, peeling off the layers of clothing they were wearing until they were almost naked.

“Let's go to the room.”

When they finally closed the doors, you threw yourself at Hongjoong, also helping him to free himself from his clothes, leaving kisses along his neck and slowly going down his abdomen to the edge of his boxers, you pushed him on the bed and he smiled, settling in the center when he saw Seonghwa approaches from behind.

You settled between Hongjoong's legs, leaving his erection free of him as you gave Seonghwa a look as you spread your legs and raised your butt. You turned your attention to Hongjoong's dripping cock and ran your tongue over the tip of it before taking it into your mouth and hearing a muffled moan leave his chest.

You were so focused on sucking Hongjoong's cock that you almost forgot about your ex, but when he came up behind you and ran his fingers through your wet panties you closed your eyes before sucking his cock into your mouth again.

Seonghwa was so eager to have you again that he could barely keep his composure, even worse if you gave him a full view of your ass and wet pussy. It took strength from the depths of his being not to collapse at that moment and he slid your panties down to see your pussy, he moaned when he saw it up close again, he couldn't wait to taste the sweet nectar that he hadn't tasted in months.

He pressed his lips to your pussy and held your breath when you felt his tongue. Hongjoong shivered from the vibrations in your throat and didn't want you to stop so he grabbed a handful of your hair and pushed your head back onto his cock.

"I thought you could handle this" you gave yourself some time to breathe but when Seonghwa put two fingers in your pussy you could only moan in Hongjoong's face "are you enjoying it?"

You nodded, letting yourself be carried away by the pleasure that Seonghwa's fingers gave you while you continued moving his tongue in circles over your clit.

You approach Hongjoong's lips to stifle your moans but he grabs your hair, guiding you back to where you were.

Your movements were slow, you could feel your legs starting to shake and you couldn't continue holding the knot in your stomach. Seonghwa knew you were close to him so he continued pumping his fingers putting in a third while he licked your pussy.

Tears began to build up in your eyes but Hongjoong continued to push your head down when he felt a shock on his cock. You heard Seonghwa laugh behind you as he decided he wouldn't let you finish but you didn't have time to think about that as you felt Hongjoong's load in your throat and you tasted it.

Your tears spilled down your face when you could breathe and Hongjoong caressed your face, drying them.

"Poor dear, did you want to cum?" More tears fell from your eyes.

"yes…yes"

Seonghwa felt a pang in his chest when he saw his friend caress your hair and lay you down on the bed. He couldn't help but beat her to the spot and smile at her trying to apologize, but in reality he was jealous.

"Understand me, I haven't had it in a long time."

Hongjoong raised his hands and nodded, hiding the small anger that formed in his chest, yet he settled behind you, placing his chest on your back and gave Seonghwa a challenging look.

"All yours" he said mockingly knowing it was a lie.

Seonghwa rolled his eyes but when he saw your naked body, jealousy took a backseat, now what he wanted was to feel you again and hear you moan his name.

He positioned himself between your legs and lined up his cock at your entrance watching your tearful face.

"You're very bad hwa" Seonghwa swallowed hard as he heard you tell him how before and he let go of the reins, letting yourself be carried away by you.

He sank inside and pressed you against Hongjoong's chest, you had forgotten how big he was but he made you moan feeling so full.

"I missed you, doll," he whispered to you as you got used to him again, tears still adorning your face and he wiped them away before bringing his lips together, tasting you on them.

“I…” your words stuck in your throat as he gave the first push “I didn't miss you”

"I don't need you to tell me, your body speaks for itself"

Seonghwa started to move his hips and you bit your lips when you felt Hongjoong's hands play with your nipples as he planted wet kisses along your neck, but Seonghwa bit your shoulder on the other side.

You closed your eyes, letting yourself be carried away by all the sensations in your body, the boys' lips on your neck, Hongjoong's hands as they went down to your clit and Seonghwa's hips colliding with yours, your breathing uneven, your legs shaking, everything. It was too much that you couldn't take it anymore.

Without warning you released yourself onto Seonghwa's cock.

"Hwa…Fuck"

"Yes honey keeps saying my fucking name"

The overstimulation was killing you, you wanted to say something but you didn't know what, you just wanted it to never stop. You put your head on Hongjoong's shoulders trying to breathe but Seonghwa's thrusts were killing you.

"Come on beautiful, just a little more" his words did not comfort you but you nodded, letting him also move his hips behind you.

You moaned louder as you felt his fingers on your clit, you felt the tears in your eyes and you looked at Seonghwa when he approached your lips and you accepted it by placing your hands on his shoulders and marking his skin.

Seonghwa was close and you could feel his cock throbbing inside you, he sank in a few more times before releasing his load and laying down on your chest, but Hongjoong continued to touch your sensitive clit making you wrap your legs around your ex's hips as you ran your nails down his back and let your head rest on Hongjoong's shoulder to kiss him when your second orgasm swept over you.

The three of you stood in silence recovering from the heat of the moment, you didn't know what had just happened but you didn't care, you had enjoyed it more than you would like to admit.

“Are you okay, beautiful?” You nodded without speaking and let go of Seonghwa's body, turning your back to him. With the little strength you had left, you climbed onto Hongjoong's cock and moved your hips slowly. “Aren't you tired?”

"i... want more"

Hongjoong lifted your hips and started pounding your pussy hard as he met Seonghwa's gaze. It was more than evident that he was resentful but it wasn't his problem for being an idiot, now he would have to see how he made you moan his name.

You wouldn't last long, but you tried hard to hold on to the knot in your stomach but it was getting stronger and your body was getting weaker with each stroke of Hongjoong's cock.

“Joong… I'm close.”

You lost track of reality when you felt the liquid from your body running down your thighs, you closed your eyes letting Hongjoong use your body for his pleasure and once he also freed himself he carefully laid you down on the bed and held your breath as you see how the mixture of the three ran through your used pussy.

Seonghwa licked his lips and without anyone telling him, he tasted the mixture, making your body react, but before he could continue, Hongjoong stopped him.

“Stop it, she's tired.” Seonghwa looked at him and suppressed the strange urge he had to push him and smiled. “You better go.”

"No"

They were both surprised but without saying anything Seonghwa lay down next to you and caressed your hair.

"You still miss me"

“Shut up idiot” you said smiling and extending your hand for Hongjoong to join in, he sighed before doing so and placing his hand on your waist “Thanks for the surprise Joong”

“Yeah, whatever, I hope you enjoyed it” You laughed a little before snuggling between them and taking a long rest.

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starsandsugars · 1 year

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Burning Desire

PAIRINGS: shiv roy/f!reader

SUMMARY: you had hoped that working on a work assignment with shiv might make her open up to you. Instead it lead to you 'opening up' in an entirely different way. (NSFW • MINORS DNI)

TAGS: coworkers hooking up, degredation, praise, office crushes, cheating (if you squint)

NOTES: hi guys :) this is my first fic I'm posting on tumblr and my first piece of smut so please be nice and I hope y'all like it!

Your heart hammered in your chest as you felt Shiv's hand press firmer against your mouth, forcing you to keep quiet even as she continued to pump her fingers into you at that ruthless pace. Each stroke of her fingertips hit that perfect spot inside you, drawing out animalistic sounds that were just barely concealed by her. Every little touch made you feel electric, every inch of your body practically vibrating from the pleasure.

As your head tilted back and knocked back against the door, you thank whatever God there was for putting you in this situation.

You had seen Shioban Roy countless times around the Waystar offices, normally in some meeting or getting into an argument with her siblings that half the staff had to witness.

You knew very little about her initially other than what was public knowledge. You had no reason to pay her any mind, but you always felt your eyes drawn to her anyway.

At first you reasoned it was because of the effortless way she commanded the room or the fact that, as Gerri's second in command, she was kind of your bosses boss but as your curiosity began to change shape it became harder and harder to deny.

You couldn't tear your eyes away from her if she walked by your desk, the simple twirl of her hips enough to take your breath away. When she leaned over her desk to talk to you, you just about lost your ability to think clearly. And the one time you saw her kiss her husband in the lobby it filled you with a feeling you refuse to admit even to yourself.

It was ridiculous, and beyond irresponsible.

For one, she was your boss. If that wasn't enough she was married - to the head of news at the company that you work for no less!

You did your best to convince yourself that it was just an office crush. She was a beautiful woman with a touch of power that turned you on more than you wanted to admit. That was surely all it was.

Or it least, that was all it had been, until you got assigned to work on an agreement that Shiv, as President of Operations was hwading. t really wasn't an overly complicated assignment, which is why Gerri handed it over to you, and you expected to be done with it in a couple of days.

As it turns out, that was far from the case. The other company refused to sign, and what could have been a couple meetings turned into long days and nights cooped up in Shiv's office hunched over paperwork.

Your silly crush hadn't gotten away, and had gotten even harder to manage. Now you were close enough to smell her expensive perfume, close enough to hear the edge her voice took when she was telling you to do something.

You tried to push it down, smother it, but the flame only grew brighter with each day you spent together.

Finally, after a million emails and a formally worded threat of litigation, the smaller tech company signed the contract and became a part of the growing monolith that was Waystar Royco.

You had never seen Shiv happier, practically beaming as she went immediately to gloat to her father. You took your things and disappeared back to your own office, expecting that would be the end of your Shiv Roy saga.

You were a little sad to see it end, but you're sure your vibrator will thank you for a break now that you won't have to constantly be so close to her so you prepare yourself to just move on.

You should have known things with her could never be that simple.

Just as you began to catch up with your other work you've been neglecting to help her she pops her head into your office.

"Come out with me to celebrate our win." She says without so much as a 'hello', "Drinks on me."

It wasn't a request so much as a command, but you found yourself agreeing anyway.

With that she turned on her heels, leaving you with a fluttering feeling in your stomach.

You were distracted the rest of the day wondering what she was up to. Did she really just want to celebrate? What was her game here? You knew the Roys well enough to know they never did anything without an agenda.

By the time she came to get you from your office at the end of the day you were all but convinced she was going to fire you. You went with her anyway, heart thumping in your chest as the two of you sat quietly in her private car.

She had her driver take you two to a high end bar that seemed to be pretending to be a dive bar. It was busy, with warm bodies and loud music everywhere. It could almost pass for a normal bar if it weren't for the suits all around and the fact that one of their drinks rang up for twice as much as your hourly wage.

She (thankfully) bought you your drink and turned to gave you fully once you had both settled into a leather booth.

It started off perfectly innocently, talking about you success with the deal and your future at Waystar. Your anxiety began to melt as you realized she really wasn't firing you. In fact, she seemed like she genuinely wanted to talk to you.

You talked your way through another 2 drinks each, both of you slowly opening up to each other. You told her about how much Gerri gets on your case and she tells you about her open relationship with Tom.

She drops it into the conversation casually but the way she blinks her eyes gives her away. She knows exactly what she's doing.

"I mean, I don't control what he does. Why would I let him control me?" She leans a little closer, and the finger tracing the rim of her drink turned into a heavy hand on your thigh.

Her voice lowers as she continues, sending shivers down your spine.

"I sleep with whoever I want. Whenever I want."

Your voice choked up a little as you responded, voice sticking in your throat from the sheer shock of it all.

"Yeah, me too." You manage, drawing a laugh from the redhead.

"Oh yeah?" She teases, eyes twinkling as she whispers into your ear.

"Why don't you come show me?"

Before you can even begin to think better of it her ingers splayed are across your back and she's guiding you to the back of the bar.

She opens a door knowingly and you realize she had planned this. If she had to have an angle, you were glad it was this one.

Once the two of you were inside she pressed you back against the door. The cold metal pulled a shiver from you, but the second her lips were on yours it's like every other sensation melted away. She kissed you like she wanted to consume you and you would be more than happy to let her.

As if reading your thoughts she bit your lip, pulling a little yelp out of her. She grinned and moved her lips against your neck as her hands slid up under your dress. You preened under her touch, breathy moans escaping you despite yourself.

It took only a moment for your panties to be tugged down your legs but she paused before actually touching you. You tired rolling your hips but all she did was brush your clit all too softly.

"Shiv, please." You begged, tapping into the want for submission she so clearly had in her normal life. The tendency clearly extends to sex because as soon as you give her what she wants she finally pushed her fingers into you.

She was clearly skilled with her fingers and she worked you up in no time. You moaned loudly, and she gripped your chin to warn you.

"Be. Quiet."

When you couldn't comply she shoved her hand over your mouth, gripping your cheeks to keep it in place. When you whimpered enough to be heard through her attempted gag she crowded you further against the wall.

"Shut up."

She spoke into your ear, equal parts threat and promise.

"Unless you want us to get caught. Maybe you'd like that. Maybe you want everyone to see what you let me do to you in this bathroom."

She strikes just the right spot inside of you and your thighs begin to quake, fingers clutching desperately to her shoulders. You know you should try to maintain some level of basic self respect but when she looks at you with those hungry eyes you just can't find it in yourself to care.

"God you're such a slut." She says, sounding pleasantly surprised. The words send sparks down your spine and you feel yourself tumble over the edge.

Your mind is hazy and your legs shake so badly she has to use her thigh to prop you up.

Once you had calmed down enough to do something that resembled normal breathing she let you go, smiling like she's just won some kind of contest.

"Good girl. I knew you had it in you." She says, and it's a struggle not to let the praise go straight to your head.

She starts to check her reflection in the mirror over the sink as you stay against the door, trying to make your brain work properly again.

Eventually you come to your senses enough to straighten up and try to appear half as nonchalant as she is.

You approach her, leaning against the sink as you watch her fix her hair.

"You're not going to let me return the favor?" You ask with a tone od faux innocence, trying to talk as if it were about a business deal instead of the most mind blowing orgasm of your life.

"Oh trust me, you're going to." She grins at you in the mirror. "But we're not doing this again in the bathroom. We're going back to my apartment."

She strides right out of the bathroom, knowing you were going to follow her without you having to say a word.

She's not wrong, and you chase after her before you even have the time to realize your panties are still discarded on the bathroom floor.

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tsukimefuku · 4 months

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❅ Sand and Snow | Chapter 3

ALL CHAPTERS HERE | PREVIOUS CHAPTER HERE.

In the city of Odate, Akita, there have been multiple deaths in the past few weeks. The first-grade sorcerer Nanami Kento is sent out to investigate the snowy city, not knowing that it would be his last mission as a Jujutsu High student.

Why Nanami left Jujutsu High to become a 9/5 corporate slave.

Tags: Murder/mystery, canon typical violence, POV Nanami, Post Star-plasma Vessel Arc, Canon compliant, Angst but I'm not Gege

Here we go! First fight scene, and everyone's favorite white haired sorcerer arrives.

WC: 3.6K | on AO3 here.

This time, Nanami called Ijichi after reporting to principal Yaga. Ijichi picked up pretty fast, and had a worried tone to his voice.

"Y-Yes?"

"Ijichi, I have some things to ask. Firstly, do you have any new information about the Yamadas?"

Ijichi paused. "No... I have not. I mean, I don't." He sounded nervous.

"Is there anything wrong?" Nanami asked.

"No, just... h-haven't found anything yet. Nope. Nada."

He thought Ijichi's demeanor was out of sorts, but decided to not press the matter any further on the phone. Some things about this mission were shady, Ijichi must've had a reason to be acting like he was.

"Also, I need to have some samples examined. Is Ieiri available?"

"Samples? Of what?"

"Coagulated blood from the last corpse." Nanami answered.

Ijichi sounded like he fought back an urge to hurl and gagged a little. "I will ask her about it."

"Ok, do it now."

Nanami heard fast footsteps, a thump, another thump, Ijichi saying ouch and ruffling on the line. He sighed as he waited for Ijichi to solve his locomotion hardships on his way to Ieiri. Shoko picked up the phone and answered.

"Hey. What's up?"

"Ieiri, I need to have some coagulated blood samples examined. They contain a cursed type of venom. Normal methods were not able to determine its nature or origin."

"Tough luck, huh?" She responded. "Nanami, you're in Odate. Just the time it would take for that sample to get here... I don't think I can do anything to help you this time around, unfortunately."

He sighed. It was worth the shot, anyway. "What would you suggest?"

"This is something that has to be analyzed in loco and as soon as possible."

"I understand. Thank you." Nanami said as he hung up. He grabbed the phone number Shiori had given him earlier that day, and dialed it. She picked up.

"Hello, who is this?"

"It's Nanami. Are you occupied?"

"I'm not, actually. I'm just at home taking care of my plants. Why?"

"I need your help with something." He replied, hoping she wouldn't ask for further clarifications on the phone.

"Ok, I guess. You can come over. But please, knock on my door this time, stalker." She replied, before hanging up the phone.

Nanami sighed and started getting ready. As he thought about how much a job was worth if it meant getting accused of being a stalker, he did not notice his hotel room window was just barely open right before he went out.

***

As Nanami approached the house in the woods, it started to grow colder. This time around, the snow beneath his feet was considerably thicker, and the wind felt like razor blades slipping just above the skin. He hurried his pace, just so he wasn't in the cold for longer than necessary.

Getting to the front porch, he knocked, and Shiori answered.

"See? Much better than hiding in the bushes and getting jumped with a gun. Glad you knocked." She said, jokingly.

"I did. You instructed me to." Nanami replied in a monotone.

He really has absolutely no sense of humor, she thought, welcoming him. "I'm brewing some tea, if you're interested. Will help ease the cold off."

"Thank you. I accept it."

"You really do talk funny, huh?" Shiori remarked, smiling.

Nanami seemed puzzled.

"Nevermind." She replied. For someone his age — clearly still a teenager —, Nanami sure talked in a very formal way. "Here, take it." She gave him a cup and got one for herself. She then poured the tea in both cups and sat on the table, inviting him to join her. He sat down and smelled the tea, it had the same strong sweet and flowery aroma.

"What is this?"

"Oka tea, one of Yamada's specialties." She answered. "It's a mix of herbs, flowers, and other dried ingredients. Some people still buy this concoction I make, I like to believe other Yamadas out there still make it for themselves, but my customer base has been growing thin. I almost can't afford the costs for keeping my greenhouse anymore." She seemed somewhere in between upset and resigned about the entire situation, adapting to another bad thing happening in her life.

Nanami sipped the tea. It was a perfect balance between sweet and acidic, but had no sugar or sweeteners added. It was impressive, actually. He looked at Shiori. "You still don't want to become a jujutsu sorcerer or an assistant for Jujutsu High? They pay well."

She scoffed, as if the idea itself was absurd. "There's more to life than money. I want to keep my family's legacy alive, even if it dies with me. Also, I have to wait for my brother's return."

"I see." He didn't quite know how exactly he felt about what she said. Never one to contemplate about the meaning of work, or purpose, for that matter, Nanami felt he had nothing to add to the conversation on this matter particularly.

"You said you needed help with something, didn't you?" She asked him.

"Yes." Nanami took out the scalpel enveloped in paper. "Do you have any reservations regarding blood?"

"Not really. My family would train us from a very young age in the tradition of healing with nature and those kinds of things." She shrugged. "I have helped my mother treat wounded people before."

"Fine." He unwrapped the paper and plastic, revealing a scalpel with a tip covered in blood. "I need your help taking a look at this blood sample. It has been infused with some type of cursed venom. I'd like to know if you know something about it."

"I see. I mean, I don't see anything out of the ordinary. But I get what you mean." She scratched her head a little, staring at the scalpel, not knowing exactly how Nanami thought she could help. Understanding about poisonous plants was one thing, working with cursed venom-infused blood was another entirely.

"You can't see cursed energy traces?" Nanami grew increasingly skeptical at her ability to help him.

"See what?"

"Vestiges. Here, look closely. Focus. It is like seeing a cursed spirit, but fainter."

She drew her face closer, and her eyes widened for a moment. "Oh, yes! I can see it! Some very small traces of cursed energy." Shiori reclined in her chair and laid a hand on her chin, while she evaluated some possibilities. "Look, I don't have a lab or anything here for analyzing whatever this is. I do, however, have some old books from my family that might help us determine the origin of this."

Better than nothing, Nanami thought.

She went upstairs, and he could hear sounds of things getting taken, dropped, twisted and thrown around, like Shiori was trying to remodel the house. At one point, it sounded like a large bookcase fell, followed by a scream and some cursing like shit and holy fuck. Shortly after, Shiori shouted, "I'm alright!".

He hadn't moved an inch, still sipping on his tea.

Shiori came down holding a very large — and apparently ancient — book. It had a very worn out brown leather cover, the binding seemed just about ready to give in to time and degradation. It also smelled funny. "Here, this might help us. Let's take a look."

She opened the book, and started flipping through the pages, until she got to a part that talked about poisons and different types of venom. "So... what do you want to know?"

"Is there any indication of a curse or shikigami that possesses venom?"

"Let me see." She put the book on her lap and started flipping through it. She paused for a moment, and then continued. "Well, there isn't anything about curses or shikigami. It has, however, some things about medicinal plants and such."

Shiori didn't raise her eyes to meet Nanami and stayed silent. He found that to be out of character. This would usually be the moment she'd make some unfunny or confusing remark.

"Is there anything about any plants or herbs that can asphyxiate someone?"

"I don't need a book for that one." She closed the book. "There is the heartbreak grass." Shiori looked at him. "The most toxic varieties are spread throughout Asia. Do you think someone could infuse the extract with cursed energy?" She asked. "Why would somebody even bother to do so?"

"It avoids that a jujutsu sorcerer turns into a curse after their death." Nanami replied.

"I see. But were the victims even Jujutsu sorcerers?"

This still didn't explain the bite marks, though.

Shiori looked through the window. "It's starting to get dark outside. I don't have much to eat here, since I'm the only one living in this house for the time being, but I might have some hibari senbei cookies, if you want to take them with you".

Nanami remembered Gojo would be arriving at Odate tomorrow, and had a faint memory of him asking about cookies. He sighed, putting his fingers in between his eyes, and responded, "Thank you. I will be needing that."

"Needing?" she replied, a little confused, as she walked into the kitchen to grab the baked sweets. "What would you need cookies for? Do you have low blood sugar or something? Here." She came back and handed him a small paper bag with homemade cookies inside.

"Nothing. I apologize for inconveniencing you." He replied as he took the bag.

"Don't worry. I appreciate the company." She smiled. "Even if you're a stalker, company is company, am I right?" Shiori said mockingly.

"Please, stop saying that." Nanami answered, annoyed. She just chuckled.

***

Back at the hotel, Nanami greeted Yoko, who was just about to end her shift. She waved as he got closer.

"Hello, Mr. Kento! Can I help you with anything?"

"Actually, I have some questions about Yamada Shiro, if you have some time."

"Oh." She was completely caught off guard. "Of course, I think." How does he know his name? "What do you want to know?"

"What can you tell me about him?"

"Well, I have been best friends with his sister and him since middle school." She said, whispering. Probably so that her grandmother couldn't hear anything. "They were good kids. He had a thing about protecting weaker people, but every time he got in a fight, he'd be 10 times more hurt than the one he had beaten up." Yoko shrugged. "And she had something about not meddling in other people's businesses. She just wanted to protect him."

"I see. What about his departure some time ago?"

Yoko was taken aback. "How do you know that?"

Dammit.

"During my work here in Odate, I've met your friend, Shiori. She told me her brother left the city a while ago."

"Your work in Odate? What do you do?" She asked, and then pondered. "Oh, you've met Shiori then."

"I'm a private investigator." It was hard trying to keep track of all the versions of his story. This was starting to become tiring. "I'm here to investigate these deaths in Odate. After talking to you and some people, I decided to go to Yamada's house and learn more about them, just in case." He replied. "Yes, I've met your friend."

Yoko was at a loss for words, wondering if he was treating her best friend as a suspect of any sort. She needed to talk to Shiori as soon as possible, and know more about what this man standing in front of her had said to her.

"Well, about Shiro... You probably heard it better from his sister. He left about a year ago to go looking for their parents, and grew increasingly distant, up until he simply stopped responding to our messages and calls to ask him how he was doing, around 3 months ago." Yoko thought that it would be fine telling him this, given that he probably already had that piece of information from Shiori. "Even though I wanted to call the police, Shiori asked me not to."

"I see." Nanami noticed her change in demeanor. He knew he wouldn't be getting very far questioning Yoko anymore. "Well, thank you for your time." He said, walking towards the elevator. When he got to his floor and started making his way to his room, he could hear someone shutting their window loudly. People lack basic cordiality with others, he thought to himself.

As Nanami entered his room, something felt off.

He looked around and nothing seemed actually out of place, but he couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. As Nanami turned his back to the closet, for a split second, he felt someone lunging at him. Thanks to his reflexes, Nanami was able to throw himself in the window's direction before the culprit made any contact.

It was the man dressed in black.

Nanami grabbed his blunt sword from his back and advanced in his opponent's direction, instinctively ready to deal a 7:3 blow. However, he quickly realized it would be a bad idea, given that the preferable outcome here was capturing the curse user and taking him to Jujutsu High for questioning and, being the case, sentencing. Restricting his strength, Nanami dealt a measured blow to the man's stomach, which made him spit blood inside his mask.

What Nanami was not ready for was a shikigami appearing right in front of him. It was a floating four-eyed purple snake, with a menacing set of fangs. The snake instantly charged in his direction, quicker than he could deal another blow. He reinforced his arm with cursed energy before the snake could bite him.

The shikigami suddenly disappeared, and right behind it came a full-blown punch from the man that caught Nanami with his guard down. He could feel his nose cracking at that moment. Nanami was thrown against the wall behind him, breaking the mirror, while shattered glass fell all over him. As he tried to get up, the man opened the window, held his shikigami on one arm, and the floating monster helped him out.

Nanami then realized what was missing. His documents regarding the case from Jujutsu High, which were laid over the room's table.

He pulled the phone and called #903. The old lady picked up. He informed her his room had been invaded, and he got attacked.

***

"Hey, good morning. There's a pretty guy asking about you at the door."

"What?" Nanami had to take a few moments to get himself back to reality.

"Yes. A pretty guy. He's asking for you. He's calling you Nanamin." Shiori responded. She said the word 'pretty' mockingly with a half smile on her face.

The night before became a haze. Old lady called Yoko, who then called Shiori, who then called Nanami. It was a full circle of what the hell was going on. While Nanami assessed the state of his wounds in the bathroom mirror, he told Shiori he would be looking for another hotel to stay for the time being.

"That's a terrible idea." She replied. "Look, there is something weird happening, and it might have something to do with my family. I saw the last victim's photo on the local news. That was my uncle whom I thought had left Odate years ago, Hiroshi."

He was silent, trying to figure out if his nose was broken or just very purple.

"We are already joining forces. Or, for the matter of fact, you're using me as a source of information."

"I-" Nanami started to say something.

"It's fine, I understand that's how an investigation works" she cut him off, before he could say anything. "But I want to know what the hell is going on."

This was bad. He couldn't stay on the phone with her anymore.

"I'll be at the hotel waiting."

"I'll ask Yoko to give you a ride." She hung up.

Nanami started texting Gojo right away, and hoped he would answer at that moment.

NK: I have been attacked in the hotel. I'm going elsewhere. Ask where to find me at the main desk.

SG: Are you okay?

NK: Yes. Only some mild bruising.

NK: Hurry.

After he got to Yamada's house, Shiori offered to help to treat his nose. They sat at the dinner table, and she adjusted Nanami's hair, which got completely over his face during the altercation, and was laying on top of the wound. This guy should really cut these bangs, she randomly thought. Shiori then started treating his nose — it was not broken, but might have a hairline fracture. He was pretty sturdy, after all, even for a jujutsu sorcerer.

"Did your face get hit by a car?" She asked.

"No. It was a curse user. He had a snake shikigami."

She went silent for a moment, and kept treating his wounds.

"Well, did the snake headbutt you?"

"No, he punched me when I had my guard down."

She applied some ointment mixed with fresh and clean snow on his nose. It burnt. "It will be uncomfortable, but you'll feel better in the morning."

"Nanamin!" Gojo exclaimed loudly, as he walked into the room, white hair slightly covered in snow and frosty pitch-black glasses. "Well, you're definitely in the middle of nowhere." Satoru remarked, grinning widely. Nanami wished he could fall back asleep. He then feared he would have a nightmare reenacting this exact moment.

"Interesting!" Gojo said, examining his face wounds closely. "These are well into recovery for someone who just got attacked last night. Did you treat them yourself?"

"No," Nanami replied, "she did."

Gojo then looked at Shiori, who was at the corner of the room leaning against the wall while she held a bowl filled with water and a towel, at a loss for what exactly was going on.

"Well, hello. I haven't properly introduced myself."

He never properly introduced himself.

"My name is Satoru Gojo, and this guy right here will be my sidekick for the time being." He placed his hand on Nanami's shoulder. Nanami slapped it away.

"I'm Yamada Shiori," she replied, "and I make things with herbs."

"You got that result with just plants?" Gojo asked.

"Yes. Plants and some clean snow can go a long way." She answered. "My mother used to make me help her when I was around 8 years old to treat the wounded and dying people of our family."

"Really?"

"Yeah. Most of them still died, though."

"Oh." Gojo was surprised she said that with such a straight face.

"... It's a joke. We used to help people that got hurt in these woods, or relatives, but they were sent to the hospital if things were dire enough." She replied. Gojo thought to himself that she had a weird sense of humor.

"She can also see curses and has an innate cursed technique." Nanami added.

"Oh." Gojo answered. "Well, have you heard about Jujutsu High? We have very few healers, and only one actually talented!"

Shiori seemed irritated. "No." she said, as she got out of the room and began descending the stairs, stepping loudly while pouting.

Gojo was confused. "Nanamin, what-"

"She was already scouted by Jujutsu High. Doesn't want to go." Nanami answered. "And stop calling me that."

"Hey, Nanami! Pretty boy! What do you want for breakfast? I only have cookies and tea, so that will have to do." Shiori shouted from downstairs.

"Did she... just call me... 'pretty boy'?" Gojo sounded disheartened. Nanami had a hard time concealing his satisfaction at that.

"She did."

"I changed my mind. I hope she doesn't come with us to Tokyo."

Nanami sighed as he started to get up. They both went downstairs and sat at the table. Shiori had served homemade cookies with Akita faces on them. "They're from the last festival that happened a few days ago," she explained.

"Well, I might just forgive you then." Gojo said, as he grabbed one of the cookies and took a bite.

She understood nothing, but figured it was pointless to ask. He clearly just liked hearing the sound of his own voice.

"So... What is going on, guys? What is happening?" She asked.

Gojo lifted his finger, as if asking for them to be quiet and pay close attention to him, while he ate one of the cookies. They were waiting patiently — or, at least, Shiori was. Nanami was annoyed that someone would request his turn to speak while he had a mouthful of food to chew and swallow. Satoru finished munching and started speaking.

"I'll get into that in just a minute, but first, Nanami, I need you to call Ijichi." He pulled a brand new and never before seen phone from his jacket. "Use this. There is another Ijichi's number in there, as well."

Nanami grabbed the phone and started dialing.

"As for you, Mrs., are you aware the last victim was a Yamada?" Gojo said, lowering his glasses to stare at her directly.

"I know. He was my uncle." She answered.

"This might be a coincidence, or you might be in danger!" The way he said it so casually and kind of exhilarated somehow annoyed her. "You could be our culprit's next target."

"Seriously?" She asked, revolted.

"Rest assured, you've got nothing to worry about."

"I don't? And why is that?"

"Because the strongest jujutsu sorcerer you will ever meet just got here." He said, putting on a conceited smile.

"Did he? Where is he?" She asked earnestly.

Nanami could be heard suddenly coughing from the living room. Shiori honestly did not understand the point Gojo was trying to get across.

"Well, you're really making this difficult for me." Gojo replied, taking a sip of tea. The tea was incredibly sweet, which he appreciated a lot. "Well, very difficult."

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I really need to define a day every week to post, heh. Next chapter will probably be posted on the 22th, but maybe earlier if I get around revising it before that!

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crusty-chronicles · 3 months

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Kites reaction to hearing reader having to wear something fancy and go on a date with palm? 🤭

In reference to the latest Sun and Moon chapter I suspect😏

For those of you who are new, the series this is based on is here

It was something he was bound to find out during the duration of your relationship. Either through you or the boys. Something that was said in passing. And when he'd properly asked you about it, it wasn't something treated like a secret. You were open and honest about the situation.

You had gone on a date with a woman named Palm. And because you had absolutely no idea what you were doing, your approach was rather old fashioned. A nice button up with flowers.

Now, you weren't a flashy person by nature. Not even an outgoing one. So it was a bit of a surprise to hear how formal you dressed and acted. Especially considering your avoidant nature. But your reasoning had clued him in to your unusual behavior.

It wasn't really your choice to go on that date. It was either Gon or you. And he knew for a fact you'd never allow anything to happen to that kid. You'd deal with even the most unhinged of people if it meant he was safe.

Your day, as you'd described it, was one of your worst. Starting off with a spat between you and Killua that led to your date with Palm. Doing whatever you could to distract your mind from it. Laughing, flirting, the hand holding. (He didn't like the idea of somebody else touching your hands very much. Not when you two had done it first when you engaged in silent conversations.) At the end of the night, she'd even leaned in for a kiss, but that was where you stopped her.

You weren't so far out of it that you didn't know what you wanted. Who your heart wanted. And for that reason, he couldn't be jealous. Even without you explaining what happened, he never was. He's not the type to worry about the before. Who you were with or who was special to you. He respects your boundaries and trusts that you're with him now.

Which brings him to where you are now. Yet another biological survey. It was supposed to be a short one. In and out. Kite had offered to go by himself knowing your preferences. But you tagged along anyway despite the humid climate. Which was proving to not be the best decision.

It had started pouring seemingly out of nowhere. The droplets pelting you and seeping into your clothes in a matter of seconds. It was a miracle Kite hadn't brought any electrical equipment. Underneath a sturdy tree had been your temporary shelter until the rain let up. But minutes had soon turned into an hour.

So what did the two of you do during this shitstorm you might ask?

You two had danced in the rain.

It was no secret you hated the rain with everything in you. And for good reason considering the trauma you had connected to it. But as much as you hated the rain you loved dancing. It had taken quite the bit of coaxing from the taller male to get you to agree. Rationalizing that if you were stuck here, you might as well make the best of it. Promising that if you hated it, you two would stop immediately.

You were hesitant to step out from the tree's cover, but nevertheless you took his hand. Your arms going up to his shoulders while his rested on your waist. Your discomfort soon melting away with the light movements. As if your mind was starting to block out the cold of the storm. Your shift in demeanor noticed by Kite who decided to whisper words of encouragement in return.

“That’s it. Just keep your eyes on me. Focus on me, love.”

And that was all it took to have you forgetting about your disdain for the rain. Eyes trained solely on each other. He couldn't help but notice that the droplets sliding down your cheeks framed your face perfectly. You were both incredibly soaked, but despite that, Kite continued to sway you sweetly. Matching the soft tempo you were humming.

“Kite.” You called out after a while.

“Yeah?”

And the way you looked at him with pure adoration, it made his heart beat in overdrive. He was sure you could feel it with how close you were. He doesn't think he's ever experienced something this special before. This intimate.

“I think I'm in love with you.”

Not, ‘I think I like you’, but that you loved him. It wasn't a case of mild infatuation or a meager crush, but love.

He smiled down at you, mirroring your soft expression.

“Really? Because I know for a fact that I'm in love with you.”

So no.

You may not have dressed up for your first date with him. But it didn't matter all that much. He couldn't say he was jealous when the memories you were creating together now were sweeter.

How could he when you were right here looking at him like that? Like he was the center of your world.

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an: Men who don't jump to conclusions and respect their partners>>>>>

#hxh x reader #hxh x y/n #hxh #hunter x hunter #hunter x hunter x reader #hunter x hunter x y/n #hxh kite #kite hunter x hunter #kite x reader #moon and sun reader #kite fluff #hxh kaito #x reader

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suddenlybambi · 1 year

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as long as you stay here [5] ♥ kyle broflovski

pairing : kyle broflovski x reader

college AU - 18+

tags : strangers to friends to lovers, slow burn, fluff, angst, alcohol, afab reader, she/her pronouns, eventual smut

words : 2.6k

chapter 5

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a/n - hnngghhh i wasn't going to post a chapter every day because i wanted to have a backlog of chapters just in case but i love seeing y'all react to alaysh and i have 0 self control so... chapter 5 baybeee

Y/N was halfway through her 8-hour shift by the time she managed to stop for a break to check her phone again without Jay spotting her and dragging her back out to the front of the diner. Anxiety had been eating her up, wondering if Kyle had messaged her back and how he had reacted to it. She wasn’t sure if she was relieved or more nervous when she saw that she had a notification from him. Trying not to overthink it more than she already had been, which was nearly impossible as she had greatly overthought it, she opened the message.

kyle 📗 : Hey! No worries!

kyle 📗 : I completely get it. I still grab Stan’s hand to cross the road because I used to do that for my little brother 😅

Just like that, all of Y/N’s nerves that had been building up for 4 hours dissipated in an instant. Kyle didn’t think she was a complete weirdo. Or, at least, he didn’t openly say it to her, which was good enough. Most people thought of her as a little weird anyway.

y/n 💕 : thank god 😭

y/n 💕 : Wendy does that to me, but she’s an only child so she has no excuse!

y/n 💕 : really sorry for the late response, work has been chaos - I can’t wait to get out of here

Y/N didn’t expect Kyle to respond instantly, but she was happy he did, as it gave her something to do on her 5-minute break besides scroll Twitter until she got annoyed at some piss-poor take and close it again, only to open it a second later and repeat the process.

kyle 📗 : What time do you finish?

y/n 💕 : not until 10pm so I have another 4 hours

kyle 📗 : Is Bebe going to pick you up?

y/n 💕 : nah, I usually walk it - its only 20 minutes

y/n 💕 : or I get an Uber if its raining but I try not to do that too often as they can get pricey at that time

kyle 📗 : I don’t want to sound rude, but isn’t that area known for being a bit dangerous at night?

y/n 💕 : I guess it’s not great, but it could be worse?

y/n 💕 : only two homicides in the past year!

y/n 💕 : I have my pepper spray and a mean high-kick!

kyle 📗 : I’ll come and get you at 10pm to take you home.

kyle 📗 : to your house that is

kyle 📗 : not mine

kyle 📗 : sorry that came out wrong

kyle 📗 : You can come back to mine if you want, but I figured you’d rather go back to yours.

Y/N couldn’t stop herself from giggling at her phone as Kyle’s texts came through in the space of seconds. He texted so formally until he was panicking, and then the punctuation and capitalised letters were dropped.

y/n 💕 : that would be great, thank you, but I don’t want you staying up late on account of me

y/n 💕 : gotten this far without being the third homicide 😅

kyle 📗 : My first lecture isn’t until 11am tomorrow, so I don’t need to be up early.

kyle 📗 : I don’t usually get to sleep until late anyway.

y/n 💕 : I have to get back to serving customers before my boss catches me

y/n 💕 : thank you so much, I really owe you one! I’ll see you later

The rest of Y/N’s shift seemed to pass by a lot faster than the first half, aside from one incident with a very disgruntled man who had to eventually be kicked out by Doris.

“I’ll finish cleaning that, hun,” Doris grabbed the cloth from Y/N’s hands and pointed over at the window. “Your boyfriend is outside waiting for you. Has been for five minutes.” Y/N’s head perked up as she saw Kyle’s car.

“He’s not my-” She started to protest, but Doris waved her hands dismissively.

“Yeah, yeah!” She scoffed, gently pushing Y/N towards the breakroom so she could grab her bag. “Jay packed up two lots of food for you earlier. Don’t forget to grab it on your way out.”

“How did you know he’d be picking me up?” Y/N asked once she had grabbed her bag and the two take-out boxes full of fries.

“You’ve had that dopey smile on your face all evening,” Doris shook her head as though it were perfectly obvious. “Don’t keep him waiting then.” She quite literally pushed Y/N out of the door, locking it behind her so she couldn’t get back in and complain about it. With a roll of her eyes, she made her way over to where Kyle was leaning against his car, looking at his phone.

“Hey, stranger,” She laughed, catching his attention. He looked up and smiled as he saw her. The flickering light that barely illuminated the car park caused his red hair to almost glow. “Long time no see!”

“You’ve changed so much, I almost didn’t recognise you!” Kyle played along with the joke, opening the door for Y/N. She was warmed by the polite action.

“Ah, yes,” She chuckled once he’d gotten into the driver’s seat. “That would be the grease, sweat, and humidity causing my hair to defy gravity.”

“Ha! Mine doesn’t need any of that!” Kyle gestured at his curly red hair, running a hand through it to make it stick up. Y/N watched as it stuck in the same position when he moved his hand away. “What have you got?” He nodded over at the two boxes of take-out in her hands while trying to smooth his hair back into a presentable shape.

“What have we got?” She corrected, passing him one of the boxes. “Probably just fries. Nowhere near as good as the ones from the place Kenny works, but they hit the spot after being on your feet for 8 hours,” She opened her box to confirm that, yes, it was just full of fries. “You don’t have to eat them if you don’t want them. Doris insisted on me bringing them for you.”

“And here I was thinking you had done it out of the kindness of your heart,” Kyle teased, his smile betraying his seriousness. “I’m actually starving. I forgot to stop to eat after taking Stan and Wendy home. I just shut myself in my room all evening so they couldn’t complain to me about how hungover they were and ask me to do things for them.”

“Cheers!” Y/N held up one of the fries, Kyle did the same, and they tapped them together, eating them in unison.

“Oh… wow…” He looked down at the box of fries, eating a couple more. “These are…”

“Terrible, right?” She laughed, eating her own at an alarming rate.

“Yeah… Why can’t I stop eating them?”

“Because they are the best worst fries you’ll ever have!”

“So, how was work?” Kyle asked.

“It was pretty average,” Y/N shrugged. “Except for this one asshole of a customer.”

“What happened?”

“Okay, so,” She shuffled to get herself comfortable before she started giving the rundown of the situation. “I asked him what he wanted, and he said ‘egg’. That’s it, nothing else, just ‘egg’. So I was like, cool, sure, how do you want your egg? And he said ‘normal’.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“Exactly! So obviously, I asked him what he meant by that, and he said ‘normal egg’ again, and I was trying to explain to him that just repeating the words wouldn’t make me understand them, but he kept on insisting that he just wanted ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’.”

“So what did you do?”

“I went to the kitchen and got an uncooked egg and just placed it in front of him.”

“How did he react?”

“He lost it! Doris wanted to kick him out there and then, but I couldn’t let him leave without knowing what the fuck ‘normal egg’ was to him. I was asking him to describe it, and he just kept on repeating that he wanted ‘normal egg’ until, eventually, he pointed at another guy’s plate and said that, obviously, that’s what he meant. Guess what he wanted.”

“Oh no… what did he want?”

“An omelette! You know, that thing where the egg is just one part of it, and you add a bunch of other shit to it? And he looked at me like I was stupid because I didn’t understand that a ‘normal egg with absolutely nothing else’ clearly meant that he wanted an omelette with ham, chicken, cheese, and pepper!”

“Did he get his omelette in the end?” Kyle was laughing as the story went on, seeming to be genuinely interested in it. It made a nice change from when Bebe would pretend to listen to Y/N’s work stories so she could have a turn talking about what she did in her day.

“Made him wait 20 minutes thinking he’ll get his stupid ‘normal egg’ until Doris kicked him out,” Y/N snorted at the memory of how furious the man looked, announcing he would be leaving a terrible review of the place. “I’m just glad he didn’t wait to jump me outside after my shift.”

“Has that ever happened?” Kyle’s smile dropped in a split second, suddenly incredibly concerned. “Has someone tried to attack you after work?”

“Once!” She admitted. “But it was just some scrawny drunk asshole who could barely stand, let alone throw a punch. He fell over after one swing, and I kicked him in the balls for good measure.”

“Send me your work schedule,” He requested, tapping his phone, which had been resting on the dashboard.

“Why?” Y/N laughed softly. “What are you going to do? Are you gonna escort me to and from work each shift to make sure I stay out of trouble?”

“Yes,” She had been joking, but Kyle seemed very serious.

“It’s not a big deal, really,” She sighed. “I’ve been working this job since I moved here. Incidents like that are few and far between.”

“If you won’t tell me, I’ll just ask Bebe and Wendy for it,” He shrugged. “You shouldn’t have to risk being jumped by a pissed-off customer while walking home late at night.” Y/N could sense that she wasn’t going to win this fight.

“Yes, sir,” She sighed dramatically, not noticing how red Kyle’s face turned at the title. She patted his thigh. “Come on, are you gonna take me home, or were you planning on sitting in your car together all night?”

Sitting in her lecture with nothing but pure fury in her eyes, Y/N pulled her phone out and opened up her messages.

y/n 💕 : did you forget that I sit behind you?

y/n 💕 : those chips have a label with my name on it

y/n 💕 : this is an english class and you can’t even read

y/n 💕 : explain yourself

clyde 🕹 : i thought the label was a joke lol 😅

y/n 💕 : you’re the fucking joke here

clyde 🕹 : i’ll buy you some more chill out 🙄

y/n 💕 : this is strike two

clyde 🕹 : what?

clyde 🕹 : what was strike 1?

y/n 💕 : walking around the apartment naked

y/n 💕 : which you have done four times so you’re lucky I’m only counting it as one

clyde 🕹 : do you want the chips back?

y/n 💕 : after your grubby hands have been in the packet rubbing against them?

y/n 💕 : hard pass dude

Clyde turned his head to look at Y/N as she sat behind him in the lecture. She flipped him the middle finger, and he rolled his eyes. Over the two and a half weeks that Clyde had been living in the apartment, the two had developed a relationship akin to siblings, where they would bicker one second, and then it was like everything was fine, and they had never argued the next. Y/N had even surprised herself by willingly spending time with him on multiple occasions when she didn’t have to.

“Are we getting food after this?” Y/N bent down to ask him as their lecture finished and the other students started to pack up.

“You won’t take the chips because my hands have touched them, but you still expect me to drive you around?” Clyde scoffed at her, leaning back in his seat so his head rested against the back of the desk Y/N had been working on. “Don’t you have a shift at the diner?”

“Shitttt,” She groaned, closing her eyes in disappointment. “Can you drop me off at home, please? I don’t have my uniform.”

“Sorry, babe, I’ve got plans with Craig, Tweek, and Tolkien,” He shrugged, giving her a half-hearted empathetic smile. Y/N had gotten to know the other people from South Park during Clyde’s stay at the apartment. She got along with them decently well, but no one compared to how close she had become with Kyle. They studied together almost every day, and he had insisted on following through with his plans to take her to and from work on days when she didn’t have any other transport so she wouldn’t have to walk it.

“Gross, never call me babe again.”

“But Bebe calls you babe?”

“I like Bebe.”

“Wow, I’m definitely not giving you a ride now.”

“You weren’t going to anyway, dickwad!” Y/N was distracted when her phone buzzed in her pocket. Clyde took this as an opportunity to escape while she wasn’t looking, but she threw up another middle finger as she caught him slinking away from the corner of her eye.

kyle 📗 : Do you need a ride today?

y/n 💕 : your timing is perfect as always! 🥰

y/n 💕 : yes please! I completely forgot I had work today so I need to grab my uniform from home if thats okay with you?

kyle 📗 : Of course 😊

kyle 📗 : Be there in two minutes, I’m just around the corner.

True to his word, Kyle was there within two minutes, almost exactly on the dot. Y/N felt guilty about how much he had been driving her around in the two and a half weeks that they had known one another, but he was always the one to offer.

“Before I forget, your apron is in the trunk,” Kyle gestured behind him while Y/N climbed into the passenger’s seat. “You left it in here the other day. I managed to get that one stain out.”

“You cleaned it for me?” She grinned at him, securing her seatbelt. “That stain has been there for a month. How did you get it out?” The stain had come from a customer knocking a bottle of ketchup over and accidentally dropping their bag on it; it splattered everywhere. Jay had to get it off the ceiling. She didn’t know what was in the ketchup, but it looked like watered-down blood splattered on her apron after scrubbing it for an hour straight.

“My mom used to make me help with the washing whenever I was in trouble,” He chuckled a little uncomfortably. “I was in trouble a lot, so I got really good at it.”

“Wow! What a little rebel! Who knew?” She teased, drumming her fingers against the dashboard as Kyle started driving.

“Yeah, well, the guys would always drag me into their schemes. Someone had to be the voice of reason.”

“You’ll have to teach me your cleaning secrets. I have some shirts with some pesky stains that I haven’t been able to get out with anything.”

“Bring them to me, and I’ll sort them,” Kyle smiled as he caught a glimpse of Y/N’s grin out of the corner of his eye. It had been so easy to grow attached to her. He couldn’t remember what he did all day without her.

a/n - let me know if you would like to be on the taglist for this fic

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viilpstick · 1 month

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Anyways!!! Here's the very very beginning of the event, it's not the event itself it's more of a prologue, and like I said I'll formally post it later once I have stuff figured out (⁠｡⁠･⁠ω⁠･⁠｡⁠)⁠ﾉ enjoy!

Tagging @justm3di0cr3 too!!

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“Uhm… I'm sorry if I'm overstepping, Isabelle but…” Poppy began, using her spoon to mix the sugar in her tea, staring at it nervously. “You seem a bit… off today.”

“Off?” Isabelle repeated, lifting her eyebrow.

“I must agree.” Adeline explained. “You’ve been sighing and frowning more than usual. Don't tell me…” the blonde gave her a knowing look and Isabelle rolled her eyes.

“No, it doesn't involve Leona. Different from what you believe, Delih, my world doesn't revolve around him.” Adeline pouted and Poppy let out a small giggle. Isabelle sighed. “I must return to my kingdom this friday and start preparations for the ball.”

“Ball?”

“Ah, you must be referring to the Rose Ball.” The blonde said, a happy smile on her face as Isabelle nodded, but Poppy just continued confused. Adeline chuckled. “In Roseneuve, that is, our housewarden’s kingdom, there's a ball held once every 10 years to celebrate the end of the curse of The Cursed Beast and the bravery of The Fearless Princess for breaking said curse.”

“Wait, our Fearless Princess?”

“Indeed. My kingdom is where the story of the wonderful princess our dorm is based on originates from.” Isabelle continued and Poppy grinned, a little 'oh!' escaping her lips, making the older one smile from such reaction. Still, Poppy tilted her head in confusion.

“Wait… but why are you upset, Isabelle? Isn't it an honor to prepare for this event? I’d be over the moon!”

“Well… it should be but… let's just say my considerate older sisters decided to throw all the responsibility onto me this year.” Isabelle clicked her tongue in annoyance. “They're exactly 7 and 10 years older than me, yet they fail to have basic decency… I'm the youngest one yet I'm expected to take care of such an important date…!” Isabelle breathed in and out, trying to calm her nerves and sipped her tea. “Well, it's not like complaining will change anything, so nevermind all that.”

“That's a shame… I wish I could help you in any way.”

“Me too, but unfortunately said ball is destined only to royals and nobility.” Adeline said, sipping in her own tea and Isabelle groaned, hand on her forehead.

“Do not remind me… to think I have to deal with such people…” she complained, but then lifted her eyes to Adeline, her eyes shining in delight as an idea popped in her head. “Wait– that's it! Adeline, Poppy you two are geniuses!”

The two girls looked at each other and then to their housewarden, tilting their heads almost at the same time, creating a comic image. “We are?”

“Papa always insists that in every ball if I want to bring friends over, I can! Exceptions can always be made for the Desrosiers’ acquaintances!” Isabelle clapped her hands in excitement. They didn't need to know that her father only said this to encourage Isabelle to make more friends, and they definitely didn't need to know that it failed hundreds of times. “I must call papa immediately– oh, that is, if you two want to come with.”

“I’d be delighted!” Poppy cheered and Adeline seemed to think it through, an anxious expression on her face.

“Delih? What is it, would you not like to come?”

“No, no– well, it's just…” she looked between the girls and sighed, letting cautious out the window. She could always use her Unique Magic to flee if someone happened to figure out her real status. “I suppose it would be fun.”

“That's wonderful! Oh, girls you two are the best.” Isabelle quickly got up and kissed both of her friends’ faces, running away to her room and letting most of her tea untouched. Poppy sighed dreamily.

“A ball, a royal ball at that! I wonder what Epel’s gonna say once I tell him!”

“Yes, I wonder…” Adeline mumbled, half of her hoping Malleus wasn't invited this year, and another one hoping he did.

ADELINE USING HER UM TO RUN AWAY IS SO REAL LIKE- "Oh, aren't you the princess of-" WOOSH!

she was there than she is no longer there

mah istg i am SO EXITED to see what you are up too LKJAKAJKLJ

giggling as i will anxiously wait for the rest frfr

#𐙚 moots ♡#inbox 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ✧#♡ ! mah #♡ ! mah's writing

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77ngiez · 4 months

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i don't know shit about the mormon religion but tbh ur posts about it have me thinking about looking into it since ive been on and off looking for a religion that fits me. do you have recommendations on where to start?

anon this made me so happy and excited u have no idea. i will answer the ask under the cut cos its gonna get. long

alright! so! quick (2 paragraph lol sorry) crash course! the mormon church is more formally known as The Church Of Jesus Christ Of Latter Day Saints. this is noted bcs i think its important to know that the church Is a branch of christianity!

the main difference between the church and other branches of christianity is that we believe that we have the restored gospel! to elaborate, we believe that during the years christ was gone, his church and doctrine began falling apart - misinterpretation, mistranslation, etc, all playing a role. the power of both the aaronic priesthood and the melchezidic priesthood was lost. sure, we also have the book of mormon (+ the doctrine&covenants and the pearl of great price), but the reason we have those in the first place is because the priesthood was restored to us.

the subtitle of the book of mormon is "another testemant of jesus christ". basically, you know all those times that jerusalem got destroyed in the old testemant? well, one of those times, this guy lehi takes his family and his pals and goes to the american continent! and then the book of mormon chronicles what happened to him and his many descendants, ending when they all... destroyed each other in war. the doctrine&covenants and the pearl of great price are both stuff from the prophets and apostles in the early days of the church! also, joseph smith (the "founder" of the church) did a retranslation of some parts of the bible. pretty neat!

now that thats out of the way, ur question - where to learn more! if there's a mormon church anywhere in your area (which is pretty likely, esp if u live in the usa) then you can reach out to that church and/or any missionaries on the area! u can attend church at a mormon church without being a member, and plenty of ppl do! ppl r very welcoming there! the missionaries can always teach u more! also, if u download the lds gospel library app (or use the library), u have access to all the lds materials! this is the bible, book of mormon, etc, but other stuff too. for example, theres the 3-volume book "saints" which is all about church history! its very detailed but not hard to listen to or read at all, and it focuses on individuals to help paint the story of how the church formed and was built (i love saints if u cant tell)

i love being mormon and wouldnt trade it for anything. however i feel like warning u that at the moment, the church has a bit of a toxic culture regarding queer stuff, and it can be rlly hard to deal with esp as a queer person who genuinely believes in all the true concepts that the church upholds. but! its absolutely not impossible! #queerstake right here on tumblr is a shining example <3

anyway im only one mormon teenager on the internet, so id suggest checking out the gosepl library, talking to missionaries, and even attending a session on sunday to see what its like if u feel like it. also go ahead and look thru the #queerstake and #tumblrstake tags, bcs theres a lot of both rlly good insight and rlly good community there! feel free to reach out to other posters in that tag for more info if this wasn't sufficient ^^ and good luck, anon!!

#77ngiez.txt #queerstake #tumblrstake #<- i suppose ^^#religion

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AITA for being suspicious of my boss/ brother's new protege? (Tag Game)

Another awesome open tag I haven't seen anywhere else, and I had to jump on from @smzeszikorova. This one was hilarious and gave me an opportunity to do the unreliable narrator thing and get into the POV of one of the villains from Good Slaves Never Break the Rules, although, for the maximum fun factor, I wrote it as if it could be a real letter from someone in our world.

Instructions: Write an AITA question from the POV of one your OCs.

This one's kind of involved, I know, but if anyone wants to try it, it's a good character-building exercise! Gently tagging:

@romanceandshenanigans @mysticstarlightduck @tabswrites

Anyway, for anyone who hasn't read the story and doesn't care about spoilers (or even if you have), I'm curious, based just on this, who do you think is the asshole here:

My half-brother (45M) and I (41F) are the most important people in each other's lives.

Below the cut are possible spoilers for Ch. 22 onward and mentions of noncon, trauma, and child abuse:

We were subject to severe abuse as children and our bond was the only reason we survived. Although we lost touch for a few years as kids, we eventually reconnected after he became financially successful. He's been a mentor to me ever since and even paid for my entire education, and now I work for him in his multimillion-dollar business as his head of research and development. I'm leading up a project that means a lot to both of us personally, a project so important it could disrupt the entire economy and change people's lives for the better all over the world. Achieving it is our lifelong dream!

The problem is, he's recently hired this new guy (19M) -- who has no formal education and has never even held a job, by the way -- who he seems convinced is scientifically gifted and that he is determined to make his protege in the business. They're hanging out together all the time and seem to be becoming BFFs. Plus, he's paying this guy almost as much as he pays me, gave him money for a brand-new designer wardrobe, and even a Porsche! And he's always talking about how great this new guy is; it's like he thinks he's the son he never had or something.

But I'm convinced the new guy is a complete fraud who must have somehow conned my brother into hiring him. First of all, he's telling my brother that I'm mentally unstable and I threatened and assaulted him (okay I admit it, I did, but it wasn't my fault! I'm traumatized from a childhood full of abuse and have trouble controlling my impulses sometimes. I'm working on it in therapy -- or at least I was before I got thrown out for allegedly trying to grope my therapist, but it was all just a misunderstanding.)

Even worse, the new guy is always snooping around the office and going places he shouldn't. He claims he's looking for his missing sister (17F), who used to work here, but I don't know anything about that! He's even gone so far as to claim that I'm defrauding the company and exploiting and harming the young women who work for me, which is ridiculous. In exchange for them helping me with my research, I'm giving them money, housing, support, and a better life than they ever dreamed of, which is more than I got as a child!

Bottom line, I think he's a liar, a con artist, and is trying to alienate my brother from me so he can take over the business and destroy everything we're building.

I told my brother everything, but he doesn't believe me! He claims I'm just jealous and paranoid and that I must just want to bang this guy (okay, maybe, but that's beside the point, and besides, I feel that way about pretty much everyone. What can I say, I have a healthy sex drive). And also that I'm just trying to distract my brother from the fact that my project is stalled and making no headway -- even though everyone knows groundbreaking research takes time and can't be rushed!

I can't believe my brother isn't supporting me in this. He knows how fragile and traumatized I am, but he sometimes forgets, which is why I try to remind him of it as much as I can. AITA for being afraid of losing my brother and everything we've worked so hard for?

#aita tag game #tag game #aita #writeblr #gsnbtr #my writing

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chonnysinferno · 5 months

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miauuuu puts source memory writing under the keep reading thing or whateevr

(note: if you tag this as cj shipping or anything related i will hit you with a bat thank you)

It was snowing outside. It always was.

[Temperature's a good -1.6° Celsius outside.]

(Could you translate that into Fahrenheit? I don't follow.)

[Whatever. That's 29° Fahrenheit to you.]

We were both there, he was always finding something to nitpick about me. He always did. But this time, he was actually curious about how I was. Maybe it was only to find a weakness about me, although there were so many I couldn’t put it all in a list.

(Why’d you have to take me out in the snow anyways?)

It was so funny. It was all before the incident. Even saying that brought it up, fresh, like it was just yesterday. Before he became more of a monstrous machine, hooked up to wires and all sorts of blinking lights. Everything was so bright in there, I guess it had to be in his room. Besides the fact that his eyes pierced in the dark like eyes of a predator watching their next meal, everything lit up now. Before, it was just us. It feels like I’ve somewhat lost whatever humanity he even had to his desire to become perfect. It’s hard to remember anything when he was still alive to me.

[It’s nice out here.]

He preferred the cold comparing to the nice warmth of my room. He always insisted to talk somewhere frigid and freezing, much like his personality. I never got close to him, even if I tried, maybe he was trying to stay guarded, and he saw my attempts to get to know him better as “attacks”. They never were, but it felt like I was trying to fight him every time. It never was easy, but I wish it was. I wish everything could just be how it was back then, but we can never have anything we want, can we?

(You know why I hate being out here. I can’t understand why you’d ever want to be out here anyways, but I guess that comes with the Grinch-like personality.)

He scoffed. Maybe that was his attempt at a laugh.

[Ha ha. Very funny, Heart.]

(Genuinely though, why would you pull me out here? You know this isn’t my domain, and I hate being out of my comfort zone.)

[Good. That makes you more vulnerable.]

(Why are you like this?)

[Don’t ask me.]

(Since we’re being formal for some reason, what do you want, Mr. Mind? To mock me again?)

[No. I wanted to ask about your wings, and the fact you have 2 sets. Maybe you’ll sprout another pair of them, who knows?]

(Was that a joke? You have humor? Shocking. Where’s Mind, and what did you do with him?)

He rolled his eyes, sighing at me.

[I can crack jokes too, you're not the only one.]

(Youuuu sureee? Thought that wasn't in your system.)

[You suck.]

(Thank you!)

[That wasn't a compliment, idiot.]

(I know, but you take comments way too literally, stop being so concrete. Read between the lines! Think outside the box for me.)

[1. Those two lines don't correlate. 2. Thinking outside the box is for being creative and doesn't apply to this specific situation. 3. What lines, and what box?]

(My point is proven, I'm done here. Goodbye, Mind.)

I started to get up slowly, but he pulled on my scarf, a little too hard, forcing me to fall to the snow in an unmannerly fashion. What was he trying to do, embarass me?

(What was that for?? Don't you want me to leave?)

[No! I mean, no, I still haven't asked you my questions.]

(Ohhh, you want me to stay soo bad!)

[You KNOW that's not what I meant, Heart, don't play with me.]

(I know, I wouldn't want to date you anyways. I bet 100 dollars you couldn't even comprehend romance if you tried to.)

[Not like you can either.]

(You little-)

[Looks like I've struck a nerve. How's your love life, since you flaunt it so much?]

He grinned.

(Ugh, you wouldn't understand anyways. Not like it's any of your business, so buzz off.)

[I'll have you know I know more about romance than I let on, so tell me. What of your failures?]

(Uughhhh.. No, I'm not sharing my little stories with you, Mind.)

[Okay, then I'm leaving. Bye bye, Heart.]

(Good riddance.)

[What was that?]

(GO!)

[Okay okay, I'll take my departure.]

He cackled loud. He was only trying to get under my skin, after all.

I layed down on the white snow on the ground, letting the powdery material bury my face and body slowly. Wings outspread, shoes sticking out in the growing mound.

#mind's eye collective shit #wow that tag hasn't been used in ages #you can think of this as just heart & mind interaction too idc #i just wanna say this is mostly from my memory so. don't yell at me if both of them aren't exactly aligned with ur view of them 🙁#slash silly but also don't attack me #chonny jash #chonnys charming chaos compendium #cccc #cj mind #cj heart #tagging the basic tags i guess i dunno #- 🌗

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dumdaradumdaradum · 2 years

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Janmashtami reminded me how Vaasudev never returned to vrindavan and it really tugged on my heart strings. I spent hours questioning and grieving, trust me I felt the grief. I couldnt understand how a kid could leave his life behind like that, how did he live, how did he never look back.

How could i not feel the melancholy of his parents?

They loved him so dearly, more than their own life. Every inch of braj did.

I had no answer. I couldn't understand him. I wondered what happened to the love.

After hours of torturing myself with such thoughts, i let go. I couldn't afford to let this make me more anxious. Of course I felt a little better when i stopped putting my energy to it but a small corner of my heart held on.

I didn't realise it till I felt the first shiver of season change this morning.

I'm here with what I realised.

He had a purpose, a responsibility towards his birth parents and the bhoomi of magadha- given his relation. Once he fulfilled that, he was sent for formal education. He spent years imbibing and growing.

When he came out of the gurukul, he was no longer the kid who left vrindavan. He was changed person with new priorities, new purpose, new responsibilities and new struggles.

His life evolved and took him along the tide of existence.

In his life, his shoulders were so ladden with responsibilities, his hands were so full of duties. Despite being a free soul, life slowly circled around him with its chains and he let it because he knew, he knew that was for the best.

He understood that life wasn't meant to be standstill and rooted, esp not his.

Much like the cosmos, existence is tidal and dynamic. It sheilds itself away like ocean floor, you have to simply surrender to the flow and guide it the way you want it. That's the best you can do. That's what he did.

So in a way we're all like Krishna, we all leave our families behind. We all move forward with the spirit of our parents in our heart.

We all yearn to leave our house and go look for a life that suits us best. As we grow older, we change, evolve and become someone else.

But does that mean we no longer harbour love for our families? No. We always carry them with us in our deepest rooted sensibilities and actions.

I guess you can call me dumb that I took so long to understand this but hey, i finally got it and I'm happy. Very happy in fact.

This was a fruitful morning. Anyways thank you for attending another one of my rants and realisations. you don't have to but you do (i kinda force you by tagging y'all but you can always ignore lmao) sorry

#desiblr #krishna #desi tumblr #welcome to my little rants #mahabharat #vrindavan

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splatteredfandoms523 · 5 days

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Ghost of the Manor (Ch. 2)

I hesitated.

I waited too long.

He gets married today.

The weather is perfect.

The colors are perfect.

I'm his best man I should be his husband.

I could just crash the wedding.

But then, I'd lose him for sure.

Or I could just confess now.

But, I wouldn't want to ruin this for him. He deserves to be happy. I want him to be happy. I want nothing more than to see him smile like how that glitch makes him smile. I could make him smile like that, once upon a time.

But, that was so long ago.

It was only one night.

He found me on the dance floor and pulled me aside, even with my martini in hand that I never drank but never spilled. He told me about the manor. He told me about Mark. He told me about everything. That's when I broke. It was too much, but I broke so silently, so slowly yet so fast, I just laughed in spite of myself. I told him he had great timing. I dragged him out on the dance floor with me. Where did my martini go? I can't remember, but the martini didn't matter then. I never drank them anyway.

I was drunk on him.

His smile, the way he swayed, the way he decided that just for one single moment that he could just exist and let everything happen around him. He understood, just for that one single moment. He understood how I lived the way I did then and why I live how I do now, how I can be so carefree and jovial.

He understood how I wasn't the Colonel anymore, wasn't William anymore, and how I just wanted to exist as someone entirely new. How time meant nothing when you were broken like this. How everything could just happen around you, and you didn't always have to influence it. How when we returned to the manor, it didn't need to stay the place that caused our inevitable demises. So, we changed it for the better.

We built onto the remains of the manor, claimed it as our own. We cuddled and shared blankets and conversation. It was just us. It was nice, to reminisce a bit, to have someone to hold. To have someone be there to bring you out of the days where you lose all lucidity.

But, then the others came.

The other Egos found us, and I was so dumb and broken. I never spoke up. I never told him. I was too focused on helping us build onto the manor and try to create some semblance of a family. We figured all of us Egos needed to stick together, anyhow. The rest of the world wouldn't know what to do with us. Those were simpler times.

Now, I'm helping him into a crisp new tuxedo for his wedding. It's a nice black with a black dress shirt and crisp silver bowtie. He had told me before he didn't like bowties like I did. But, I guess those things change too.

He doesn't seem to notice how I'm trying to hold everything in, or if he does, he doesn't say anything. He says this is mainly for formalities and only the glitch wanted a wedding.

Though, I can see it in his eyes. He never was a good liar, but he never wanted to hurt me. Maybe he does see how I'm breaking and kicking myself for staying silent. For never voicing my feelings for him.

But, he wanted this wedding as much as the glitch and everyone else. He wanted to forget about how I hurt everyone in the Manor, and it was all my fault. It doesn't matter what anyone says. I pulled the trigger. I hurt us all. It's all my fault. Of course he'd never want to be with someone like me.

Uniting the Iplier Egos and the Septiceyes is just a plus side to it all. He wanted to forget about me. He wanted to try to erase the pain I caused him from his memory.

This was my worst move possible.

I speak up about everything, yet I can't find my tongue when I attempt to tell him how I feel. I just can't hurt him again. I don't want it to be all my fault all over again. And I know he'll never forgive me.

Tags: @southerndragontamer @iamvegorott

#rain writes #jacksepticeye egos #markiplier egos #markiplier #wilford warfstache #darkstache #danti #dapperstache #ghost of the manor

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theladygia · 1 year

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Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

Thanks to @ellionne for the tag :) I have not written/posted as much as I would have like lately, but I've really enjoyed writing what I HAVE posted.

Hope you guys have too!

Demon in the Details - Do you think you're clever or something? (Chapter 2/?)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Fuck, it’s gorgeous. Tom groaned, inwardly of course. He wasn’t going to show the demon any weakness, especially such an exploitable one such as attraction. But Tom desired power in all its forms, and this demon echoed with power.

2. Come on Down, to Hadestown (Chapter 4/8)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort, Hinny

And so he left Harry there in the forest, with only memories and a burning ankle. Tom returned to the Otherworld and reinserted himself back into the daily workings of the court, charming disgruntled judges and finally etching the snake carvings that will function as his new spy network among the jury.

3. (Don't you know what you're finding? This is) heaven in hiding

Harry Potter || Harry/Bill/Fleur

Not for the first time, Harry considered the merits of lodging a formal complaint about The Hogwarts Career Counseling Session.

4. Helluva Way to Find You, Wasn't It? (Chapter 3/3)

Harry Potter || Sirry

Harry’s fingers traced the ridges and dips of his glass, knowing better than to fill the empty tumbler up for a fifth time. He’d already had to cast a weak sobering charm on himself before Sirius handed over the latest mix. He was trying to keep himself from any other form of fidgeting as he waited. Sirius was clearly still processing that his godson would eventually be serving an eternal deity as a conduit between the worlds of the living and the dead. Old news for Harry, but he could see how someone new to such knowledge would be having somewhat of a mental breakdown over it.

5. I walk the line

Harry Potter || Sirry

The vial would be innocuous if Harry didn’t know it for the deception it was.

6. The Puddlemere United Calendar Fiasco of 2002-03

Harry Potter || Harry/Fred/George, Perciver

“It’s a lucky day to be a reserve, ain’t it boys,” Peregrine Derrick sighed out as he and his two teammates who had shown up to the pitch early took in the new photographer’s set up, the makeup artists who had spread their products out on the seven brought-in vanities, and the racks of navy and gold clothing. Oliver Wood and Harry Potter, the only other Hogwarts graduates who’d earned spots on Puddlemere United’s starting lineup for the upcoming season, grunted and nodded their agreement, respectively.

7. scars (to your beautiful)

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Mirrors aren’t one of Harry’s favorite pieces of furniture. It still catches him off guard, at times, that favored pieces of furniture are things he can have these days. Preferences have never stopped feeling like an item he couldn’t afford. But he has a house now, one of his own that is firmly his own. An interior that he can decorate as he wishes, a pantry he can stock as full to bursting as his anxiety would like.

8. you look so perfect standing (sitting) there

Haikyuu!! || Kenhina

As he put his hair up in the half-bun he’d been favoring recently and sighed, Kenma knew he was being ungrateful. So many people would kill or do other equally exhausting things in order to have as distinctive a guide to their soulmate as he had, but he’s already sixteen years old in a city as bustling and global as Tokyo, and the glaringly bright orange hair he’s been dealing with since his fifth birthday hasn’t led him to anyone or anything besides a lot of odd looks.

9. The Loveliest Crown of Thorns You Ever Did See

Harry Potter || Tomarrymort

Sirius is full of shit. This isn’t a surprise nor a realization. It’s a fact Harry has always known. He’s lived with his godfather for more years than he even had with his parents before their deaths, so Harry is well aware of the utter nonsense Sirius is willing to let spew from his mouth to achieve his end goal, whatever it may be.

10. Entwined (Chapter 9/?)

Harry Potter || Tomarry, Jily, Wolfstar

“Harry!” Lucas’s yell cut through the air and had all four Potters turning around at the sound. They should have been looking south anyway, Harry realized, considering the train station was, well . . . somewhere vaguely that direction. Harry felt a little sheepish at not knowing where the station actually was, but his dad always apparated them, or they took a Portkey when they left the country, so how was he to know? His mother’s laugh broke him out of his thoughts. “Your friend sure has a lot of energy for a boy who’s been on a train for the past five hours, Har.”

Most of my go-to writers to ping have already been tagged, so I don't want to double tag y'all (but know that I'm tagging you in my heart). So I'll throw this to the two who I haven't seen hit with this yet and save the other eight a double notification. You're up, @lerya-fanfic, @alissiawrites! (If you want to, that is!)

#fanfiction #theladygia #ask game #tag games #harry potter #haikyuu!!#tomarrymort #tomarry #hinny #sirry #harry x fred x george #harry x bill x fleur #perciver #kenhina #my snippets

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kazoosandfannypacks · 2 years

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New OUaT fic up! If you love Killian and Belle and the amazing friendship they have, this one is for you!

Mrs. Crocodile by kazoosandfannypacks

Also I can't quite recall if I had a taglist for OUaT fics, but I'm hoping @accidental-spice and @kanerallels don't mind the tag? And if anyone else wants to be added to this list, just let me know!

Killian smiled as he looked down at his hand, flexing the fingers back and forth. The price he'd paid for its restoration seemed nothing, just a touch of blackmail, and in return, now he could hold Emma with both of his hands. After all, she deserved more than the embrace of a cold metal hook- she deserved to be held with two hands, if that's what she wanted- or maybe even more. The bell over the door to Granny's rang as Belle entered the diner, and Killian waved at her with his restored hand. "Killian?" Belle asked, wrinkling her nose at Killian's hand. "How did you...?" Killian tried his best to give the side of the story that didn't involve Rumplestiltskin being a liar and that didn't mention blackmail and deception. "You don't recognize your husband's handiwork?" Killian smiled. "The Crocodile was kind enough to return it this morning." "Rumple did that?" Belle asked. "Why? I mean, what price did you have to pay?" "He did it for you," Killian half lied with a smile. "He wants to be a better man for you." Belle smiled and fidgeted with her jacket. "He's already a better man for me." Killian looked away for a moment. "What made you ask for the hand back anyways?" Belle asked. "Well, if you must know," Killian tried to smile with a calculated confidence on the outside and not the uncontainable excitement he felt inside, "Emma has asked me to take her out tonight, and I intend to make it an evening to remember." "That's so sweet." Belle said, then she laughed a little as she added. "And you're going dressed like that?" "Of course not!" Killian responded, offended, "I intend to change this vest for my more formal one." "Ah." Belle nodded. "That's exactly what I thought." "What?" She rolled her eyes. "I just. I heard about your time travel adventure. When you saw Emma dressed like they did back in our world, there was something special about that, wasn't there?" Killian smiled. "Aye. She'd never looked more lovely." "Don't you want to give her the same experience?" Killian blinked away the shock. He hadn't thought about that. Emma had stepped into his world, but she'd never seen him step into hers. "Do you know where the nearest clothing store is?" Killian asked. "You mean the only one in Storybrooke?" Belle asked. "I know exactly where it is. Let's go." "Let's?" Killian asked. "I think I'm quite capable of purchasing clothes on my own." "Yes, because knee length leather jackets and more buttons than a one handed man can ever button are certainly in season right now." Belle smiled. "And maybe on the way back you can pick up a feathered hat and a peg leg." Killian rolled his eyes. He would need help to know how to fit in without sacrificing his own sense of style. "And what price do your services require, Mrs. Crocodile?" "The 'Crocodile,'" Belle said, "runs things his way. But I do things mine. Magic may come with a price, but friendship doesn't. Now come on then." And with that, they set out on their journey.

Read the rest on Ao3!

#once upon a time #killian jones #belle french #hooked beauty #(platonic of course!)#once upon a time season 4 #kazzy writes #kazzy's fanfics #captain swan #rumbelle #once upon a time season 5

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lifeofkaze · 2 years

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A Search for Balance

CHAPTER 21: REGRETS

Find the masterlist with all chapters of this story here, the previous chapter here, and the next one here.

Tagging: @flareshogwarts

Warning: alcohol, language

By the time Lizzie had made her way to the training grounds, her sense of peace had been replaced with a profound feeling of guilt.

She might have been able to blame sleeping with Orion on a mixture of emotions and alcohol, but that excuse had faded the moment she had kissed him the morning after. It didn’t matter which way she looked at it - she had consciously cheated on Matthew, and what was worse, she wasn’t even regretting it.

Lizzie wished she had someone to discuss her thoughts with, but it wasn't like she could trust any of her teammates with such a compromising piece of information. There was Skye, but asking her to keep a secret from her father wasn’t something Lizzie wanted to do. Having no other option, she decided that it was probably best to let sleeping Crups lie for now.

Matthew seemed to have come to a similar conclusion. He had appeared at Lizzie's door the evening after their fight, a bottle of expensive wine and a bouquet of red roses in hand. After a moment’s hesitation, Lizzie had let him inside, but his kiss had left a bad taste in her mouth.

Ever since then, something between them seemed to have shifted. Lizzie couldn't forget the way Matthew had gripped her shoulder, on which the bruise he had left was only now beginning to fade. She longed for some time alone to sort out her thoughts, but somehow, Matthew always found an excuse to stay by her side.

With his watchful eyes on her, Lizzie didn't get the chance to speak to Orion alone. She had promised him an answer to his question, but was still none the wiser about what it was that she actually wanted. She felt guilty for cheating on Matthew - even more so because she hadn't told him the truth - but having Orion think that she was regretting their night together after all made her feel more miserable than anything else.

The rest of November went by, and by the beginning of December, Lizzie's inner turmoil had begun to seep into her performance on the pitch. She couldn't have chosen a worse time for a slump; winning the Wanderers' upcoming match against the Kenmare Kestrels - third and second in the League, respectively - was essential, and Ethan was making sure his players wouldn’t forget about it. Their practice sessions were brutal, and so exhausting that not even the prospect of the club's annual Christmas party could excite Lizzie anymore.

The party was usually something everyone was looking forward to. This year, however, Lizzie found it to be a rather dull affair. Her and Matthew's seats were at a different table from Orion and Skye, which, given the whole situation, was probably for the better. Still, Lizzie found her eyes wandering to Orion more often than not, and watching Morgaine flutter her lashes at him made her feel more on edge than Matthew's hand on her leg did anyway.

When the formal part of the evening was over, Lizzie took the first chance to excuse herself to the bathroom. On her way there, Skye caught up with her.

"Oi, Jameson," she called out, following Lizzie through the door into the bathroom. "Not in the mood to party?"

Lizzie pulled a face. "Am I that obvious?"

"You look like you'd rather do broomstick pull-ups than be here. What's the matter? Is it Yarwood again? I swear, she couldn't drool more over Orion if she tried."

Lizzie had a mind to agree but instead mumbled, "I'm just tired, okay? Practice has been tough, and Matthew keeps telling me to stand straight instead of complaining about these."

She pointed at her precariously high heels that elongated her legs beautifully and made every step feel like needles were pricking the soles of her feet.

"Feel you," Skye said sympathetically, eyeing her own heels with disgust. "How about we get out of here?"

Lizzie snorted. "I doubt my watchdog will let me go."

Skye's look of surprise made way for a mischievous chuckle. "Is that a bit of sense coming back to you?" Her eyes flashing, she lowered her voice. "Just your luck that I know exactly what we need to do."

When they returned to the party, Skye was leaning heavily on Lizzie's arm, complaining rather indistinctly about the Montrose Magpies, Erika Rath, or a combination of the two. Lizzie openly rolled her eyes when Matthew left his conversation with Morgaine to see if she needed any help.

"I’ll go and fetch our coats. We’d better get her home," Matthew said after Lizzie had filled him in on the situation, but Lizzie shook her head.

"Stay," she smiled, hoping it wouldn't look as forced as it felt. She discreetly nodded at the table where Ethan was sitting with a few of the executives. "What was it you always say? No better business opportunity than a party."

Matthew gave her a dubious look. "I guess so."

"Great, here's your chance then. See you later."

Before he could object, she gave him a peck on the lips and pulled Skye from the bustling room. They Disapparated with Skye clinging to Lizzie’s arm, but as soon as they reappeared inside their living room, she stood up straight again and stretched her arms above her head.

"If I don't get a prize for this performance, I'll be a Clabbert's uncle."

"It was very convincing," Lizzie agreed, kicking her shoes off her feet and pulling the pins from her updo. "Makes me wonder if all the times you forgot to do your homework were actually real."

"Only about half of them," Skye shrugged. She unceremoniously pulled her dress over her head and exchanged it with the first pair of sweatpants she found on the floor of the laundry room. "Fancy a nightcap?"

"That you even need to ask."

While Skye scoured the kitchen for something to drink, Lizzie went to her room to get changed. Gathering her hair in a loose ponytail and securing it with a bright yellow scrunchie, she felt more like herself than she had the whole evening. She was in the process of rummaging through her drawers for her favourite black jumper when Skye shouted to her from downstairs.

"Do you want some mulled wine?"

"Is any of the cherry one still left?" Lizzie called back, making Mouse, who had been wrapping around her ankles, jump.

From below, the sound of bottles clinking together could be heard. "No, you finished that the other day."

"I'll have whatever then."

When Lizzie entered the kitchen, Skye had already heated the mulled wine. She weighed the bottle of rum standing next to the stove in her hand and, after a brief moment of consideration, added a generous swig to each mug before handing one to Lizzie.

"How much did you put in there?" Lizzie coughed after her first sip.

Skye sniggered. "Don't be a sissy, you can do with some loosening up. You looked like someone shot you a Body-Binding Curse at the party."

"That dress had the same effect," Lizzie muttered as she and Skye settled on the sofa in front of the fireplace.

"It looked bloody uncomfortable alright. What even made you wear that?"

Lizzie raised her eyebrows as she blew against her drink. "Have a guess."

"Can't even choose your own clothes now, can you? Wait until after the wedding and you're gonna have to ask permission to go to the loo by yourself." Skye rolled her eyes. "What's up McRae’s arse anyway these days? He's always been a stuck up twat, but he's been uber-controlling, even for his standards. I wonder why," she added, magically refilling her mug from the cauldron in the kitchen. "Not like he's got competition or something."

Lizzie almost choked on her drink. Over her violent coughing, she saw Skye's brows shoot upwards.

"It wasn't that much rum, you know?" Skye said. She narrowed her eyes. "Wait a second. Is there something you're not telling me?"

"Not at all," Lizzie replied, maybe a little bit too quickly.

"No, I know that face you’re making right now. You're hiding something."

"I’m really not.”

"I covered for you so we could get away from the party. You owe me, Jameson." Skye gave her a sharp look. "If your secret is why you suck at practice these days, you're gonna tell me right now."

Lizzie opened her mouth in protest. "I don't suck at practice!"

"Dad wants us to nail the Quaffle Cutback against the Kestrels, but you keep chickening out every bloody time. Not much use in doing all that faff if you're too scared to jump off your broomstick. As if Orion ain’t gonna catch you and…"

Skye tailed off as realisation hit her. "Oh, for Godric's sake. This ain't about him again, is it? I thought we were over this 'you broke my heart, I hate you’-thing!"

Lizzie shifted uncomfortably. "Well, we are."

"Then what is it?"

"I told you, it's nothing. Right, it's really late and -"

Lizzie had risen from the sofa but Skye caught her by the sleeve and pulled her back down.

"Spill it," she demanded, crossing her arms in front of her chest. "I got all night, just so you know."

Lizzie sighed in defeat. "Remember the fight I had with Matthew?"

"After he snooped through your stuff? He’s such a wanker."

"Don't call him that," came Lizzie's automatic response, but it was half-hearted at best. "I didn't know what to do with myself after he left, so I wandered around a little. Nowhere in particular, really, just to clear my head."

Skye looked pointedly at the clock on the wall. "Get to the point, will you?"

"I thought we had all night."

"Aren’t you funny."

"Anyway, I don't know how or why it happened, but eventually, I ended up at Orion's place."

Skye's brows shot up towards her hairline. "Now, there's a twist for you. Do you want me to get us some popcorn?"

"This is serious, Skye."

"Yeah, sorry. Go on."

"Thanks. I was all over the place, and Orion managed to calm me down a little," Lizzie continued. "We had some Firewhiskey and talked about Matthew and eventually he told me the reason why he left. I was really, really upset after."

Skye clapped her hand to her forehead. "Oh, Merlin. You did something stupid, didn't you? How stupid are we talking?"

Lizzie didn't reply, but the mixture of misery and guilt crossing her features was enough. With an exasperated groan, Skye threw her hands in the air.

"Have you lost your bloody mind? I thought you'd be cleverer than shagging your ex."

"Look who's talking," Lizzie muttered, prompting Skye to vigorously shake her head.

"Exactly! I know how messy that shit gets. It’s always more trouble than it's fun, trust me. Does Matthew know about it?"

"Are you mad?"

"And Orion? What does he have to say about this?"

Lizzie shrugged helplessly. "He told me he'd be fine with whatever I want to make of it."

"And what do you want to make of it?"

"If only I knew," Lizzie sighed, turning her mug between her hands, "and I can't figure it out while Matthew is watching me like a hawk either. There's what I should want, and it's different from what I actually want, even though I'm not sure if that's only because I don't want what I have. And on top of all, there's the team rules, which make everything even worse." She let her head slump against the back of the sofa. "It's all such a mess!"

"It's a proper mess alright," Skye said, suddenly sounding gruff. "That's really not what was supposed to be happening."

Lizzie frowned. "What do you mean, that wasn't what’s supposed to be happening?"

"I knew from the moment you first put on that necklace of yours after he'd left that you weren’t done with Orion. That's the whole reason I made Dad bring him back. I remember the time when Quidditch was the most important thing to you, and I thought having him here would get your head back in the game. That's who you are, Jameson,” Skye declared fiercely. “You don't belong at ditzy events, hanging from someone's arm in a frilly dress and uncomfortable shoes. You belong with us, on the pitch. All I wanted was to show it to you before it’d be too late."

"Are you kidding me?" Lizzie called out, disbelief heavy in her voice. "You used me and my history with Orion so I would be of more use to the Wanderers? Have you lost your mind? You had no right to do that," she added bitterly.

"This is about the Wanderers, and that gives me every right!"

"There's more to life than bloody Quidditch!" Lizzie snapped. "And you're doing everything you can to ruin mine right now!"

"I am ruining your life?" Skye snorted. "Not like you're smashing it on that front all by yourself. How can't you see it? You're not yourself anymore, haven't been since that knobhead walked into your life. We used to be best mates, you and I, and now I don't even recognise you anymore."

"People change, Skye. It’s called growing up."

"Aye, and I had hoped I could change you back. Liked you a lot better how you were, and I think you did, too." Skye rose to her feet in an abrupt motion. "Not sure if there's a way back for you anymore, though."

Lost for words, Lizzie watched as Skye slammed her mug on the coffee table and stormed away. Her throat suddenly felt parched, so she took a sip of her now cold wine, but the taste only made her want to gag. Now that Skye was gone, Lizzie felt all the mental and physical exhaustion of the past few weeks finally taking a toll on her.

Falling back into the sofa cushions, she watched how the light from the fireplace reflected in the ornaments on the Christmas tree. They were made to look like tiny golden Snitches and red Quaffles, and she and Skye had had a good time putting them up. On one of the miniature broomsticks sitting between the baubles a beetle crawled, but Lizzie was too drained to get up and carry it outside.

She sat like this until the fire had burned down, thoughts circling around her head. Most of her close friends had scattered after graduating, and somehow it had only been her and Skye who had been left behind. It had only been them since then, and now her closest friend thought that she wasn’t herself anymore. The idea made Lizzie indescribably sad.

Skye's words were still nagging at her when she eventually got up to go to bed. Her body was aching, her head swimming from exhaustion and the mulled wine. But even though she was tired to the bone, sleep refused to find her. Lizzie lay awake, knowing that Matthew would return from the party soon, and the prospect filled her with a strange sort of reluctance.

Her eyes wandered to the window looking out over the garden. She had been too tired to close the curtains earlier, and now a silver ray of moonlight fell into her room. Lizzie watched it, burying her fingers in Mouse's soft fur, who was sleeping nestled against her stomach.

When she heard Matthew enter her room shortly after, Lizzie quickly closed her eyes, pretending to be fast asleep. Once his breathing had become deep and steady, she moved as far away from him and the uncomfortable heat he was emitting as her bed would allow.

In a way, Skye was right, she thought to herself as she fixed her eyes on the moonbeam once more. Deep inside her heart, Lizzie knew that things had changed. She had changed.

She felt Matthew's breath brush over her neck and pulled her shoulders up. Maybe it was time to act accordingly.

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #quidditch #orion amari #orion amari x mc #lizzie jameson #skye parkin #balance series #search for balance #sfb

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naresnani · 2 years

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I Caught Wind

Fandom: Ikemen Prince | Nokto Klein / Adam Kain (Male OC) | Words: 1.8k

Tags: Fluff, suggestive scenes

Summary :

The first time the marquis ever been near an ocean, his friend snuck him there. For the Benitoitian sea.

Notes: yeah I like to encourage the reaction of, ""friend"". Anyway, this is supposedly for @voltage-vixen and @xxsycamore ‘s summer of smut 0.3 event, for the prompt... Blow jobs on the beach? And... welcoming the sunrise by the shore? End me.

"So that's… the water's noise."

He could feel it, the distant booming sound—alike a heavy, heavy rain—almost thrumming in his chest, building the nerves. It was terrifying to imagine this frantic wind carrying a large amount of water was what made such a noise. As the young marquis kept getting urged to walk further down the coast, he felt his feet sinking deeper into the sand with each step.

"Yep, the water's noise," the very light voice, right behind his neck, said. "We're almost there."

"Wait, wait wait wait."

Adam held up his arms as if it would add more resistance to their movements. The booming was loud, surrounding him on all sides. The harsh wind was pulling on his clothes and hair, as well as the prince's hair. He completely stopped as felt the ground was suddenly sloping downhill. The prince bumped into him.

"You're not going to fall into the water, Kain. It's still way ahead. Trust me," Prince Nokto chuckled.

"Can't you just, take your hands off my eyes right now?"

"No. Not yet."

Adam mumbled, "... I can feel the sand getting wetter already."

It's true, the ground was slightly muddier than before, and it was sticking to his skin.

"We just need to walk a little more, I promise."

So he did. The ground got more solid and flat the more they descended, and muddier still. The 'rain' got louder. It was up to a point that he could taste the wind on his tongue, and felt as if he was about to crash into something big, that he decided to stop walking. All the while the Prince tailing him only got even more restless. Or excited, rather.

"I don't, want to get any closer," said the marquis.

"Alright, let's wait here."

He wasn't sure what exactly the prince was going to wait for, but it's definitely not safe, predictable things. The man is not one to keep his associates in their comfort zone. He pushes people to their limit, which makes him exhilarating. Dangerous.

The prince's fingers were still resting lightly on the dips of the marquis' eyes, and they could've easily been ignored in order to take a little peek, if the nervous man chooses to, but he chose not to.

It is simply a matter of formality. And the weight of his fingers against any part of his body.

"Will you keep your eyes closed on your own now, for me?"

The marquis felt his voice right in his ear, even if the waves were deafening.

"Ah, fine. But- wait where're you going?"

The prince stepped away from him, and disappeared further onwards, ignoring Adam's outstretched hands. He's no doubt about to do something stupid. Before he could open his eyes out of agitation, he heard the prince scream—

"Now! This is going to be a good one!"

A boisterous crash! and sizzling, shocked the marquis' eyes open and he watched the prince being swallowed by a high wave — bent down cheering with his arms outstretched brushing the passing water in between his fingers. Adam didn't even notice the entire shore up to his ankle being licked by the cold water.

"Woah! Nokto!" He pulled his feet out of the water and started waddling towards the prince, catching one of his arms. The waves stopped its climb up and he finally realised what was ahead of him.

The dark expanse of the sea. Laying, from one end of his sight to the other, a restless body of water over an incomprehensibly large surface of the land, flat up into the clear line of the horizon far away. The sun rose low, alone on the young purple-red sky, giving her colours to the sea. The wind was ceaseless. His hair scratched his skin wherever the breeze pulled them and there was nothing, no one, in the miles and miles of water ahead but the two of them, dumb beings standing in awe of this commonplace form of the earth.

As the waves started to slide back down, it pulled them along.

Nokto laughed, looking up at the marquis from his crouched position. "What, I thought his lordship didn't want to get wet!"

Witnessing the prince's boyish grin pulled him back to where his two feet were standing, but the harrowing feeling of being pulled down by the waves didn't stop. He quickly scrambled to hold onto the prince.

"Hey, hey hey, you're not going to fall, big guy." Nokto straightened up and held him firmly by the waist. "You're anchored on earth here like a rock. Right, here."

That smile, and all that extra weight on him did somehow make him feel anchored. He felt something searing up inside and took several hearty breaths for himself, drying up his mouth.

"I knew you were trying to scare me." He patted Nokto's shoulders. "That's not very cool."

"I wasn't! Told you to stay put didn't I?"

"You really believed I'd stay put when you simply- don't know, ran off? Leaving me behind?"

The prince stared at him with searching eyes, the dangerous kind that'll get you in trouble. For everyone else, at least. For him it is just another chance to stare back.

"Alright, I shouldn't have. All I could see was a big one approaching, and I just took off right then and there."

"You were eager to get hit by a big one?"

He shrugged. "It's fun. All is my bad. Wanted you to feel the waves on your feet for the first time, gave you a heart attack instead." Patted his fist on the marquis' chest. Trying to play it casual.

"Right. You shouldn't do that again. Got me in a real rush."

Out of nowhere, out of the middle of bumfuck nowhere, the prince leaned on him to plant a brief kiss. So brief he had no reaction. Like a flash to disorient him.

"Sorry. You're not scared off by the oceans right now are you?"

The calmer waves slide up and off their feet, leaving behind some coldness that was stuck in the dips of their weight on sand. The two stared at each other's curious faces. Palpitations grown worse.

The marquis glanced around. There was no one, nothing, for miles and miles but the two of them.

He nervously wetted his lips. "Could I… do that again?"

Nokto wore that slight pinch in his eyes, that perfect partner to his seductive smile—a tell that he's about to get really troublesome. "Do what again, exactly?"

The marquis kissed him, a shy arm snaked around the prince's waist. Just a bit to break off the tension. Just a little drop of his heart. Nokto's looking too pretty under the early sun, too off-duty, too… enjoying himself. Too oddly contented. He needed to get all the thoughts out of his head so they wouldn't bother him for the rest of the day, ruining whatever business they were actually here to deal with. Funny he couldn't care less about them now.

Just as he tried to pull away, the prince wouldn't let him. He finally listened to the beat of his own pulse now. He listened to the waves for the first time. Truly listened.

When it came time for some air— he quipped, "Gah, your Highness, shouldn't turn this important trip into another kind of affair should we?"

"When has that ever stopped you before?"

He grumbled as a reply before being kissed again. More firmly, this time. He was being pushed backwards, up into the dry sand until they both accidentally stumbled down, the prince making it his chance to get on top of him, of course.

"You're being awfully… warm, and dry, you know," muttered the prince. Crimson eyes pinning him from above.

"Hey. Hey, who's the one that decided to take a dip into the water? Now back off before you-"

Before he could protest any more, Nokto latched on and dropped himself straight on top of him, finally dipping the marquis' perfectly clean hair into the sand.

"Agh. You have me beaten." He sighed, as water crashed the shore below them calmly. No other choice but to wrap his arms around the man now.

"I'd still be sleeping right now." Nokto yawned. Rubbing his temple against the chest he was laying on. "Done this all for you just to have you ignore the beautiful sunrise by the sea completely."

"Oh right, the sunrise." The marquis was affected to yawn back, covering his open mouth with a palm. He noticed the yellow of the sky had spread wider into the faint stars above. The sun raining more of her warmth now. On top of the prince's hair.

"Yeah, I see it. It's, uh, pretty," he concluded.

He felt hands mapping his body. Careful. Point by point.

"Yeah?" Nokto shifted in his hold. "I guess that's all I need to hear from you."

Yeah. "The ocean, otherwise… I find it more terrifying than not, to be honest." The ebb and flow of its waves still sang in between their words.

"I can tell. I personally think they're more… benevolent of a force, and gentle."

"You're strange."

"Because its whole body is like an animal, Kain. Breathing, flowing, restless. A large, beating animal."

Blink. "Maybe you could sleep a little. Just a wink right here."

"I'm joking you, Adam." The name, still catches him off guard whenever he uses it. "Didn't really pay attention to the sea either, did I? I got too distracted rather. By someone."

"Well. When I saw that happening I thought you were about to be washed away."

Nokto frowned. Leaning in on the rise and fall of Adam's chest.

"You really thought I'd leave you behind?"

"Not exactly what I meant, I'm very- m-!"

Nokto pressed on his sensitive parts, sending a shudder throughout his body.

"What did you really mean, then?"

"I… don't know. I wanted to get to you."

He held onto a handful of the prince's clothes. A sigh, after Nokto purposely evened out the pressure. Giving him a moment to adjust to the rocking of the flow. The patterns of his fingers.

"Then, what I wanted you to do, was to let your hair down." Nokto's crimson eyes, once again, pinned him still on the ground, to let him lift himself up, sneaking fingers past the openings of Adam's cloth. "Run around, you know, dig the sand. Fish. Watch the view. Drown. Whatever. Keep your eyes off of me, for once."

For once. His heart beats in shame. Who was he trying to fool, now? Trying to camouflage it all, trying to 'get all of his thoughts out before the day starts'? Not a soul on earth.

He opened up his dark eyes towards the prince, wincing against his crimson. "Yeah, I can try. But it'll be hard to do, I'd reckon."

Beautiful, beautiful, diabolical grin. His silver tufts falling onto his cornered prey's forehead. Their breaths almost becoming one again.

"That's the case… then, I want more of your voice, yeah? So I could hear you over the sea."

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