#they're going to be annoyed (or impressed) with the author

[troius]

#bleach #troius reads bleach #ichigo kurosaki #lmaaaao #too clever by half imo #like yes it does put the reader into a state of confusion quite similar to that which Ichigo must be feeling #but once that resolves they're not going to be angry with Yhwach #they're going to be annoyed (or impressed) with the author #I dunno is there some way he could have foreshadowed this? #hard to imagine

[reinainaric]

I said "I love you."

you say nothing back

Falling in love with Gojo Satoru was as easy as reading the pages of your favorite book, not until you reached the very end of the chapter and the author just loves to twist the story.

contents: it was all a bet trope, angst lol, fluff, hurt!gojo, groveling, satoru gojo x fem!reader, college AU, playboy!gojo, comfort

credits to @/toOOfu for the art above!! ^^

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September 1, 2023

"She looks like an easy target," Satoru chuckled as he watched you walk over to your friend, Utahime Iori, in the school cafeteria. It was one of those days when he would joke with Suguru and Shoko, with Suguru always making sure Satoru gets riled up by his joke.

Suguru simply told Satoru that girls may swoon over him, but he's sure that they're some others who probably would find him annoying, someone like you. That statement made Satoru cocky, and as prideful as he was, he made it into a bet that he'll make sure to make you fall in love with him by the end of December, enough time to swoon you over.

"We'll see about that, Satoru." Suguru smirked. "The end of December, you say?"

The latter nodded his head, a wide and annoying grin on his face. "Watch and you'll see, Suguru."

The catch? Nothing, just plain fun and feeding his ego.

"Satoru!" Oh, and here comes one of his girls. His flings.

September 2, 2023

Satoru wastes no time. The next day after making their bet, he quickly made advances towards you. After seeing you in the lockers first thing in the morning, he walked over and leaned to the locker right next to yours. And when you turned, you found him there with a smirk on his face.

"Hey, darling..." He said, almost seductively, if not only for the furrowed eyebrows in your face.

"Excuse me, who are you?" Your soft voice echoed in his head.

Now that hurts his ego. Satoru Gojo. Gojo Satoru. The handsome Satoru. The greatest. The flirt. The smartest. The playboy. The Gojo Satoru. The damn Gojo Satoru who you didn't even know who.

His mind was floating elsewhere after hearing your question. As unbelievable as it may sound, you were, unfortunately, serious about not knowing him. And guessing by the look in your face, he definitely was not making a good first impression.

First attempt: Failed.

But he's not the Gojo Satoru for nothing. No, he won't give up just yet.

So he straightened his composure, faking a cough as he flashes his smile that makes all his girls go crazy, and lowers his head to show you his ocean blue eyes underneath his glasses.

He definitely made sure you won't forget his name as he asks forces you to walk you into class, blabbering nonsense by your side.

You were just too nice to tell him to go away.

September 16, 2023

Gojo Satoru was persistent. Walking you to class, even waiting for you outside the door when he was vacant, disturbing your quiet study session at the library, sitting with you at the cafeteria table when Shoko or Suguru was not there. You definitely didn't forget his name this time as he became the annoying Gojo Satoru who's becoming a nuisance to your somewhat quiet life turned into a roller coaster.

During those days, Gojo found out things about you. You were studying at the architecture department, you like arts and coffees as for what he noticed when you were at the library, you were at the top of your class, and you have a few admirers that you turned down in a nice way possible, just like how you were turning him down too.

He also took note of the fact that you were introverted, and a little shy with people so he might just go easy on you. You had a soft voice, however, you weren't as innocent as you came out to be. You are honest with your words, so when you say you're not interested in him, then you're truly not.

You weren't an easy target after all. But Gojo Satoru loved the thrill, you challenged him so much that he wasn't about to give up now that you intrigued him. He wanted to prove to himself that he can get anyone, he can have whatever he wants, and he definitely will.

"It's raining, it won't hurt to get in my car, princess." He said nearly in your ears. You pushed his face away with a look of disgust.

"No way, Gojo. You probably took so many girls in there already, and how can I be so sure you won't do anything bad?" You frowned at him, shoving his chest away as you stand outside the doors of your building, waiting for the rain to stop. You were angry, but damn you can't even raise your voice at him.

Soft. Too damn soft. Can he break you?

Through the days that he came by to woo you, it didn't matter anymore what words came out of your mouth. People may see you as the shy type of girl, but you're not afraid to voice out your opinion, and your somewhat intimidating face speaks a lot for you.

"Jealous?" He laughed when you glared at him. "Princess, I can assure you I haven't taken anyone inside my car. Plus, I can even buy a new one exclusively just for you if it bothers you too much." He grinned, annoyingly.

You gave him a moment of silence, and that sparked a new hope in Satoru's ego that you might be considering his offer now.

"Well... no."

Oh.

But he could only smirk, assuming you were only playing hard to get. Girls always liked when boys chase after them, no?

"I'll walk you home then."

You shot daggers at his back as he ran to his car, and came back with an umbrella. His shirt got a bit soaked, hair a little wet after running to the car, but damn, he still got that annoying smirk on his face.

You sighed, how annoying.

September 29, 2023

He never gave up despite how you rejected him multiple times. He stuck by your side even though you don't want him to, and he was somehow getting into your system. He carries your bag when he walks you to class, or just about anywhere, and you didn't even give your bag to him—he practically forced you. He'd buy you coffee in the morning, making sure he gets the right order, and when you give money to pay, he'd refuse and shove the money back in your wallet. Sometimes, he'd give you sweets even if you don't ask him to, giving you the flavors that he likes the most.

Funny how you can't even get him to stop whatever he's trying to do. No man has ever pursued you like he does.

"Gojo–"

"That's Satoru for you, love." He cut you off with a playful smile. "Haven't I told you already?"

"Gojo." You repeated seriously. His eyes glinted with interest as he waited for your words. "Get lost, please."

How nice of you to say please.

He laughs. He had the audacity to laugh. "You know, you're really cute."

"Look," you sighed tiredly. "Whatever this is you're trying to do, stop. I'm not interested. If you want to get into my pants like you did to those other girls, that's not going to happen."

With one look at him, you snatched your bag from him and walked away with your heart beating loudly. Your face was heating up after saying each word, and never in your life have you turned someone down so harshly.

Satoru watched as you walked away. Sure, that hurt his pride, but he can't let his ego step on so easily.

He left you alone during the day, just giving you the space since he seemed to have pushed your buttons a bit. Plus, he was busy with basketball practice since his coach was already nagging him for not attending their training.

However, your assumptions were only proved to be true when you caught him with a girl at the parking lot the same day. A cheerleader, stroking his chest as if she was comforting him as her other hands wiped his sweat with a towel. You looked at his physique, Satoru Gojo was in his basketball uniform, showing a lot of his biceps. You watched as his adam's apple protruding as he drank his water.

You felt annoyed. Your eyes turning red when you see just how he didn't mind the cheerleader. Of course, Gojo Satoru was a playboy.

Who cares? You definitely didn't.

That's what you thought.

You walked in the opposite direction, just so you wouldn't cross paths. But of course, Gojo Satoru will always see you. After all, he was at the parking lot waiting just for you, and only you.

"Wait up!" You heard his voice from behind, and you didn't even look back, thinking he wasn't calling out for you. You wished he was calling for you.

Satoru grabbed your wrist, and forced you to look at him. "Hey!"

Your brows furrowed, trying to yank your wrist away at his strong hold. "What do you want?"

"Woah... slow down." He said as he grasped your elbows with both hands. His eyes searched yours, his piercing blue eyes staring at the raging fire burning in your gaze. "What's wrong?"

You swear, your brows almost met each other at him. But you didn't want to burst. At least, not in front of him. "Go back to your cheerleader, Gojo." You frowned at him.

He observed you for a minute, then a small smile crept on his lips. Realizing just how much he's finally having an effect on you.

"Sorry," he chuckled.

"What?!" You almost shout at him in annoyance.

"I said, I'm sorry, princess." He repeated. "I didn't think of you as the jealous type. Plus, she was just helping me."

"Help you what? Wipe off your sweat? Since you don't have the hands to do it for yourself?" You glared at his annoying handsome face. "You playboy. I knew you were just trying to play with me." You said, pushing his chest with your pointer finger.

He pursed his lips as he caught your wrist, stopping you. "Now, now, don't think like that." He chuckled. "I'm sorry, I'll be sure to push those girls away so you won't be mad at me anymore."

And damn, he was true to his words. He didn't know what got into him, but he definitely started rejecting every girl that came his way. He didn't even feel sorry, and he even stopped calling those poor girls with sweet endearments as he rejected them.

Gojo Satoru was slowly starting to feel something for you. But he doesn't even know it just yet.

In a span of a month, he successfully got into your system.

October 6, 2023

"How's the deal going?" Suguru asked as they walked together to their class.

"Poor girl, I heard from people that she's nice." Shoko added, shaking her head at them. "Though people may see her as intimidating, they said she's really kind. A soft voice, and all that. Shouldn't you stop, Satoru?"

"Nah, I think I'm enjoying this." Satoru shrugged.

Of course, Satoru definitely felt something tugging at his heart. He definitely liked having you around, since you were giving just the right thrill to rile him up, he loved every rejection, and every attention you gave him. But somehow, he was feeling a little guilty. But he's too prideful to even admit that.

"Plus, she's friends with Utahime. That girl hates you a lot, Satoru." Shoko said. "You wouldn't want to hurt her best friend."

October 13, 2023

"Didn't I tell you to call me Satoru?" He raised his eyebrows at you as he accompanied you in the library, placing a coffee and a small cookie right next to your books.

"We're not friends, Gojo."

"Right, since you're going to be my girlfriend."

You shot him a look, sighing as you turned the pages of your book. "What do you want this time?"

"Nothing, I just wanted to spend time with my favorite person." He smiled, opening his books too. "I'll study with you. I promise, I'll be quiet."

You didn't respond to that, just expecting him to keep his words. And when he did stay silent like he promised, you were already thanking god for having to hear your prayers.

As the hours went by, you slowly fell asleep, your head resting in your arms as your books laid discarded. Satoru looked at you, a small smile crept on his face as he gently stroked your hair.

He stood up, organizing your books in a pile, taking your pencil case as he shoved your pens in them and putting it inside your bag, he got the empty cup of coffee that he got for you and threw it in the trash can, and he did it all so as to not wake you. He waited for a few hours, tenderly watching you doze off, before he tapped your shoulders to wake you up so he could take you home.

October 18, 2023

Maybe Satoru felt guilty now.

He twists and turns in his bed, thinking of you and how you put up with him everyday. And everything you do, never escape in his eyes as he finds himself memorizing you.

You'd smile at him nicely, despite how your eyes show how annoyed you were.

Your feet would tap the floor when you get too nervous.

You don't even know but you unconsciously hold a piece of fabric in his shirt when it gets too crowded, hiding behind him when there's a lot of people.

He notices how your hands move gracefully as you trace your art project, eyes furrowed and focus on getting your work done.

Truthfully, he adores your smiles. The way your eyes would squint every time your lips stretch in delight. He held your hands once at his attempt of flirting, and it was so soft that he couldn't even get himself to let go. He loved playing with your soft, silky hair whenever you fell asleep in the library, staying by your side until you woke up. He also loved your silence, the comforting atmosphere that you give off seems to calm something in his heart. When he manages to get a proper conversation with you, he just wants to melt every time he hears your sooting voice.

And nervously, he thinks he's starting to like you.

October 23, 2023

Slowly, Satoru became a part of your day. Somehow, he managed to finally be friends with you, and still, you refused to call him Satoru, indicating that you still cannot allow yourself to be casual with him.

That's fine. He can settle for whatever you can give him. For now.

"Baby, there's a basketball game coming up this Friday..." Satoru trailed off. You were almost going to point out his endearment, but then again, it's Satoru, and you were slowly getting used to him.

"What?" You asked. "So?"

"I bought you tickets so you can watch. It's two tickets, so you can bring your friend."

He didn't even ask if you wanted to, but then again, for a hundredth time, it's Satoru. He wanted you to watch his game, nonetheless.

And you did. Your seat being close to their benches so he can see you easily.

October 27, 2023

"Seriously? I'm about to watch our school's basketball game, because Gojo Satoru invited you?" Utahime said annoyed as you both sat at your assigned seats.

"Well... yes..." You said shyly, looking around at the amount of people in the stadium. "You know, we've been hanging out a lot–"

"I told you, he's bad news." Utahime cut you off. "How am I supposed to get that in your head?"

"I know, I know... But he's actually been nice. Haven't you notice?"

Utahime thought for a moment. Of course, she noticed some changes. Gojo Satoru seemed to be spending his time with you lately. He didn't even care about his ex flings, or his admirers, he was solely focused on you. Usually, Gojo would take a girl wrapped around his fingers in a day, and then disposing them just as quick after he got what he wanted. He looks like he's not like that to you, Utahime thought. Though, she hated his guts, Utahime knew you were enjoying having him around.

She sighed, "Just... don't get hurt, okay?"

You chuckled at her. "Why would I?"

After the game ended, with your school cheering loudly at winning, Utahime said she had to go home quickly, so you were left alone.

You didn't know what to do, or where to go. Satoru was busy with his teammates, talking and congratulating each other. Satoru wanted to go to you quickly, but his fans surrounded him, stopping him from going your way as they celebrated their victory.

Satoru knew too well that you didn't like the crowd, so he was trying hard to escape from it.

Your eyes watched as his fans congratulated him, asking for pictures, and even giving him gifts. You sighed, texting him that you'll be going home since he wasn't about to finish anytime soon.

You understood that he was famous, and all that. He's Satoru Gojo, after all. And it's another part of him that you're still not used to.

A part of you was proud of him. And you couldn't possibly be selfish about him, especially if you only recently got to know him.

Satoru hurriedly ran away from the crowd, excusing himself politely as he saw you walking through the exit doors. He got his bag, and ran to catch up to you.

Thanks to his long legs, and his intense basketball training, he was able to catch up to you quickly. "Hey!" He called.

You turned as you heard his voice, seeing his disheveled hair and sweaty forehead as he ran to you. "Gojo, hey, I texted you and–"

"Hey..." He greeted, panting heavily.

You pursed your lips, getting a handkerchief from your pocket so you can wipe the sweat off his face. "Why did you leave them? Everyone was celebrating with you."

"You weren't there." He frowned. "What's the point of it..."

Satoru was tired after the game, but he was regaining his strength once he saw you.

"Nonsense." You chuckled, in which he frowned even more.

"I'll take you home." He said as he holds your hand to his, leading you to his car. "I invited you anyway, it's my responsibility to take care of you."

You nodded, getting in his car since you had been tired from all the crowd.

When he reached your home, he quickly got off so he could open the door for you.

Oh, the little things that he does.

You both stand outside of your house awkwardly, both trying to find the right words to say. You looked away, tapping your feet nervously as Satoru watches you.

"Congratulations... Satoru."

Satoru... Satoru... Satoru... His name never felt so good until you said it. It was like an achievement, a big prize that he won in his life. And his heart was almost about to explode when you finally called him by his name.

Satoru almost stuttered thanks to you. Slowly, he was approaching you until your back leaned in his car.

He closed his eyes, as his head fell on your shoulders. "Say that again... please?"

"Huh?" You were confused, your face blushing at the proximity. "Congratulations?"

"No... say my name... please, baby?"

His voice was so soft, desperately asking you to say the words he longed to hear from you. Satoru felt weak in his knees.

He looked up at you finally, his eyes searching your soul. Despite the darkness of the night, his eyes were glowing brighter than the moon.

"Satoru?"

"Fuck..."

Satoru Gojo knew he's in danger.

The moment he locked eyes with your eyes, looking at them until it darted on your lips. Before he knew it, he was leaning down for a kiss.

And fuck it, just how dangerous it was that you weren't even pulling away.

October 28, 2023

You were confused when you saw Satoru at your front door the next morning, his hands holding a bouquet of flowers. He looked absolutely handsome in his shirt, his sleeves tucked until his elbow.

You blush when you remember what happened last night. "Satoru, what are you doing here? It's a Saturday."

"I know," he said, handing you the bouquet of tulips. "I missed you."

"H-huh?"

"Will you allow me to take you out on a date?"

His heart was at bliss when you said yes to him. It was a simple coffee shop date, but you felt so happy as he made sure you were also comfortable and having fun. Having casual talks with you, but this time, there was a lying affection between you two.

And when he took you home, he slowly sealed your lips in a kiss. Exploring your mouth gently, smiling as he pulled away.

October 30, 2023

Satoru finally told Suguru he wants to stop whatever game they started with each other.

"Just about time you do."

Satoru swears he felt his ears heat up when Suguru said those words with a teasing grin. Shoko was laughing at his flushed state, clapping her hands in delight.

"Ah! I knew it!" She exclaimed. "Knew you were going to fall on your own trap. Well, that's actually good."

Satoru blushed even more. Finally, he can admit that he was starting to like you. Love you even.

In all honesty, he felt like he couldn't even live without you in his life. He felt like every moment with you was precious, and he was desperate to make you his, seriously this time.

All those times that he accompanied you to class, were influenced by his own choice. He could've just left you alone some days, but he didn't even know he was doing all those things unintentionally. Buying you snacks, and your coffee, he could've easily stopped that after every rejection, but he chose not to.

Gojo Satoru wanted to always be a part of your day. He was already a part of your present, and he wants to be there in your past, and still be in your future.

November 3, 2023

Satoru, as usual, was eating lunch with you in the cafeteria. Everyone in the school knew by now that he was not entertaining anyone anymore, just you. And he made it that obvious, looking at you so lovingly everyone who passed by would've looked at you in envy.

"Why aren't you with Shoko and Suguru?" You asked as you take a sip of your coffee. You looked over to the table where his friends sat, both busy at whatever conversation they had.

"They don't mind." Satoru replied, scooting closer in your seat. "You should get used to it by now."

"To what?"

"Sitting with you during lunch." He smiled when you looked away. "I like being with you."

Your mind wandered off somewhere when he said that. Does he like you or does he like the company that you give?

November 10, 2023

Satoru was frowning at you when he saw you sitting with another guy in the library. At your usual spot, in his seat, in front of you. He was annoyed that someone even had the guts to make a move to you.

Slowly, with heavy steps, he approached your table, sitting at the vacant chair next to you. His hands wrapped itself between your waist, as his jealousy pulled him to kiss your cheek in front of your innocent classmate.

"Baby..." He whispered closely in your ear. "I was looking for you."

He looked in front to shoot daggers at the guy you were with. The innocent stranger blushed as he looked away, "Uh... I guess I'll see you tomorrow. I'll message you if I need help."

The guy hurried on his feet, stumbling as he exited the library. Satoru's arms tighten on your waist and you looked at his angry face.

"What's wrong with you?"

"Who is he and why is he going to message you?" A frown was evident in his face, and he was getting a little too close. You had never seen him this intimidated.

"That's my partner for a group project, idiot." You muttered the last word. "You scared him off."

Satoru pulled you close, nuzzling his nose against your temple. "It's annoying..."

"What's annoying?"

Satoru cursed under his breath, "Come on, I'll take you out to dinner."

But while he was driving, it was painfully silent. You're not used to this kind of mood, he was always playful and teasing, but now, he was glaring ahead at the car in front of him, as if the car did something wrong.

His knuckles were white on the steering wheel, and for some reason, you find yourself putting your hands above his, running circles on his tensed ones.

His hold loosened up a bit, and he sighed heavily.

"Tell me, what's wrong, Satoru."

Satoru pulled over to the side, facing you with a nervous face. "I'm sorry..."

"For what?"

"I was... jealous." He answered truthfully. He frowned, not liking the feeling twisting in his stomach. "I've never felt this before, baby. I want to keep you to myself, to always have you by my side and not anyone else, and it's so selfish that I hate myself for it. You're driving me crazy, and fuck it, I love you. I love you for making me like this. You don't understand... I'm head over heels–"

You interrupted him with a kiss. Satoru didn't even realize that he was already confessing, not until he felt your mouth against his.

It felt like there were fireworks exploding in your surroundings. Feels like he was finally breathing for the first time ever. Like the summer melting his winter.

"I love you too, Satoru."

He felt like dying right then and there, cupping your cheeks in a hungry kiss. Pulling you to his lap as you both make out in his car.

"Can I be your boyfriend?"

How can he be so cute, muttering those words weakly underneath you?

His question was not even a 'will you be my girlfriend' but a 'can i be your boyfriend?'

It was so cute. He was asking you your permission, he was asking to be yours.

He was... surrendering his heart to you.

And who were you to deny him?

November 20, 2023

You found out Gojo Satoru is a clingy man. It was obvious, the first time that he never left you alone, but this time, it only got worse, in a good way though.

He holds your hand when you're together, not even caring when girls would look at the two of you jealously. He doesn't care if a teacher sees him snuggling his face against your neck, he just wants to be that close to you. He will ask for a cuddle every time you two spend your time in your house. He would dart his tongue out teasingly at Shoko and Suguru when all of you sat at the same table, and he was hugging your waist and leaning his head on your shoulder. And when you two are in a private space, especially his car, he'd pull you in his lap for a long make out session.

You weren't even complaining, since you loved him just as much.

"Utahime!" You smiled when you saw your best friend in the cafeteria. "Haven't seen you in a while."

Utahime gave out a tired sigh. "I know, the professor is always giving out so many tasks, I might pass out anytime soon." She chuckled. "How are you? You and Gojo? He's like a lovesick puppy always sticking by your tail."

You chuckled. "That's so exaggerated, Utahime... But I'm really really happy."

Utahime was glad to hear her only best friend was this happy. She was thanking god that Gojo finally decided to be serious over a girl for once, and if he ever just breaks your heart, she'd be so sure to be the first to kick his ass.

December 4, 2023

"You're still with her?" Gojo's ex flings, Jia, asked him during his basketball training. Jia was the cheerleader girl that you saw him with in the parking lot, the fling that Satoru had for a month, longer than usual. He already rejected her, but she's still desperately trying to get with him.

"Of course, I am." He muttered, annoyingly. He snatched the towel that she was holding, her attempt to help him wipe his sweat. "Jia, I already told you–"

"Isn't she just a bet?"

Satoru froze, as if a bucket of ice was dropped all over his body. Her voice rang in his head, and he blinked furiously a few times.

"She's not–"

"But I heard you and Geto." Jia smirked, knowing she was just pushing the right buttons. "Come on, you were at the cafeteria, were you not expecting someone to hear you? I was pitying her when I saw the poor girl slowly starting to–"

"Whatever you heard, Jia, is none of your business." Satoru said in a cold-hearted tone. "I love her. Get that in that little brain of yours." He scoffed, walking away.

Jia was furious, her eyes turning black in anger. Oh, she wanted to hurt you. She was the last fling of Satoru, and just because of you, he was acting like this. She didn't like the fact that you easily stole him from her.

December 13, 2023

The fall. The breaking point.

Suguru was having a party in his house, a public year-end party with a few of his college friends and blockmates, everyone was invited to have fun. Satoru took you with him, making sure to just stay by your side so you won't get lost at the sea of people.

"How are you two holding up?" Suguru approached you two, handing a cup to Satoru. "You two having fun?"

You nodded your head quietly. "Yeah... there's a lot of people. Are they all from our university?"

"Some are outsiders," Suguru chuckled. "Satoru, we're about to play by the pool. We'll wait for you there."

Satoru nodded, pulling you by the waist as Suguru left. "You okay, baby? Do you want to go home?"

You shake your head, "No, no, it's fine. We can stay a bit more."

"Mhmm, just tell me if you get tired, okay?"

You two walked together to the backyard, where the swimming pool was at. It was a bit crowded, but definitely fewer than inside Suguru's house. Shoko was there, a few of Suguru's friends, and Satoru's basketball teammates. They were all passing out their drinks, mixing whatever liquor was there.

Everyone said hi to Satoru, even to you. You watched silently as a few of his friends talked to him.

"Satoru, I'll go to Shoko first." You whispered above the noise. He turned his head at you, stopping his conversation with his friends.

"What? I'll go with you then–"

"No, it's fine, Shoko's just there." You said, pointing at Shoko who was lighting a cigarette right next to Suguru. "Don't worry, I'll be fine."

Satoru nodded reluctantly as he let you approach Shoko and Suguru, turning back to his friends, glancing at you once in a while.

But when he wasn't looking, Jia just had the perfect timing to enter the scene, stopping you midway.

"Oh, it's Satoru's little toy." Jia slurred her words. You looked at her confused as she looked at you judging. "He's still not breaking up with you? He wants to hurt you that bad, huh?" She chuckled.

You were trying to assess her words. You recognized her as the cheerleader Satoru was with last time, and her aura and words were making you nervous. What was she trying to say? What did she mean by that?

Satoru saw you, and his breath hitch when he saw who you are with. He looked over at Shoko and Suguru, who both stood up to approach you, but Jia was already taking advantage of you being alone.

"Poor girl," she frowned teasingly. "I'm pretty sure Satoru didn't want to go too far with the bet."

"Bet?" Your voice came out hoarse. You looked over at Jia's shoulder, where Shoko and Suguru stood frozen in their spot, their eyes widened in horror, and it gave you just enough explanation about what's happening.

"Oh, they were just betting about how Satoru can make you fall in love 'til December." She laughed wickedly. "I'm sorry, honey, you had to find out this way, but really, I was feeling sorry that I have to tell you–"

Her words were cut short when you felt a hand on your wrist. And you turned to see Satoru, his eyes red and shaking, "Baby..."

"Satoru? Was that true?" You looked into his eyes, hopeful. Your eyes welled up in tears, and his silence just made it worse. His hold on you was trembling, and he couldn't even say the right words out of his mouth.

You looked at Suguru and Shoko, your eyes pleading. "Shoko? Suguru?"

Another silence. It's like something was pulling the strings of your heart, threatening to cut your lifeline. And it hurt so much when they couldn't even say something.

You heaved a gasp, trying to stop a sob to escape your lips. But you failed miserably as Satoru tried to pull you in his embrace. "Let me explain–"

You pushed him away furiously, eyes angrily glaring at him. "Explain? Explain what?! That what she said was true?!"

Satoru's hands balled in a fist, and he felt his eyes burning as you pushed him away from his touch. His heart aches when you look at him full of hatred, and hurt. He felt his world slowly crumbling apart when you ran away in a hurry.

You quickly called Utahime, asking her to pick you up as soon as possible. While Satoru stood there helpless, his feet glued to the ground. He looked at Suguru, his eyes searching for help.

All of you were equally shocked, and nervous.

"Fucking go after her, Satoru!" Shoko shouted as she pulled Jia's hair. "Fucking bitch!"

The latter cried, but Satoru couldn't care less as Suguru pushed him to move. As fast as he could, he ran outside the door of Suguru's house, walking past every dancing body, he didn't even care if he crashed into someone, he just wanted to get to you.

And when he found you walking by the sidewalk, his heart started crying at your panicked state. He approached you, holding your wrist to stop you from walking any further.

"Satoru!"

"Let's talk, please–"

"Let go of me!"

"Let's talk, baby. Let's talk this out." He pleaded desperately, hands grasping your shoulders to stop you from moving.

Your body trembled against him, hands covering your face as you tried to stop your tears from falling continuously. "I hate you."

"I know you do–"

"Fucking jerk."

"I know, I know–"

"Don't touch me!" You burst, pushing him away harshly. His heart crashed into pieces, his breath coming out shallow and slow. Just like you, he was crying just as bad. "I knew! I knew from the very start you were up to no good! Utahime warned me, my friends warned me! But fuck you! I thought you actually cared! I thought you loved–"

"I love you, baby..." He said, weakly.

"You lying skim! I thought you changed!"

"Please, baby, let's talk about this when we're not angry? Please?" He tried to reach out for you, but his heart felt like it was losing its strength when you back away.

"I don't want to see you–"

"N-no, you don't mean that..." His voice came out as a whisper, a desperate plea for you to listen to him. "I'll take you home, we'll talk, okay? I'll explain and–"

"There's no use, Gojo."

Cruel. How cruel of you to say his last name so coldly. It was a sign that Satoru refused to look at. A sign that you were tired, that you want to let this go already.

His beautiful blue eyes seemed to lose its life, the same way that he was losing you. One moment, you were there by his side, and now... you looked at him as if you wanted to get him out of your life.

And it hurt so bad. It hurt so bad when he tried to touch you, but you still furiously backed away.

"I love you." His voice cracked, looking at you weakly. His hands shake by his side, fighting the urge to reach out for you.

You breathed heavily, shaking your head at him as you said nothing back. You clenched your teeth, not wanting to let him hear your sobs. You're starting to pity yourself, of how stupid you had become. You should've listened to Utahime the first time.

December 14, 2023

Satoru had never felt this lifeless before. Even Shoko and Suguru couldn't help him as he refused to talk to any of them.

His eyes were searching for you everywhere in the cafeteria, but to his dismay, you never showed up the whole day, not even in your classes. He wanted to ask Utahime when he saw her walking down the hallways, but the girl only glared at him as she walked passed. And Gojo was just as helpless as ever.

He messaged and called you a few times, but you didn't answer. He wanted to go to your house, but he can't even find the courage to do it.

December 15, 2023

Satoru finally saw you after a day of absence. You looked tired, and he was mentally cursing at himself for making you like this. He was starting to hate himself, and he's not going to forgive himself anytime soon.

Satoru tried to approach you, but you didn't even dare look him in the eye. He bit his lower lip, trying his hardest to stabilize his breathing. Just like he usually does, he walks you to class, only a few steps behind this time.

Fine, he'll settle for this. He'll give you the space you needed first before anything else.

At the cafeteria, he didn't see you once again. That worried him as he left Shoko and Suguru to look for you. The first place he thought of was the library, and he was glad to see you there.

You glanced up from your book, feeling someone staring at you. And you were right as your eyes met with Satoru, and your heart ached as your brows furrowed at him.

You looked away, trying not to be affected.

All throughout the day, Satoru thought of you and your last interaction. Every time the memory flashed in his mind, he wanted to punch himself. Hurt himself twice as much.

He fucked up so bad, and he wanted to make it up to you.

So he finally had the courage to wait outside your classroom's door after his class, waiting for the professor to dismiss everyone. He didn't waste anymore time as he got by your side quickly when you walked out the door.

Your name rolled out his tongue slowly, and you stopped dead on your track.

"I'll t-take you home..." He stuttered, his eyes searching yours for any emotion. But your eyes were dead, not even a single anger, or love for him in there.

"I'm fine, Gojo. You can go away–"

"I'm not going away."

You turned to him furiously. It was like you two are back to square one, to the first time you two met, and no one should ever forget that Gojo Satoru was persistent. But this time, two hearts were breaking and in a need to mend.

"P-please, let's talk–"

You didn't respond as you walked away fast, but damn his legs for always being able to keep up with you. Despite how Satoru took the hint that you don't want to talk to him, he still didn't care. It didn't matter to Satoru if he couldn't take you home with his car, he'll walk with you instead, like how he used to.

He'll be quiet. He just wants to be with you.

December 16, 2023

You hated Saturday classes. And you hate it even more that Satoru Gojo was tailing you behind. Trying his best to get you to talk to him.

"Baby–"

"Don't call me that."

He coughed awkwardly, blinking his tears away. "You didn't eat lunch today again, let me take you–"

"Cut the crap, Gojo."

He gulped when you looked at him, with hatred in your eyes.

Maybe, just maybe he can settle for this. Look at him. Just look at him. At least look at him, even if you don't want to love him anymore. It's fine. He understands. Just look at him.

"Stop with the act already. I'm so tired of it. I'm so tired of you."

"I'm sorry..." He muttered against his breath. "But I can't. Not until you listen to me." Not until you take him back.

"There's nothing for you to explain anymore, Gojo. I've had enough, and I get it. I understand as bright as day that it was just a game–"

"It's fucking not." He gritted his teeth. As much as he didn't want to be harsh, he was so desperate in wanting you to lend your ears to him. "It wasn't a game for me. And I did love you. I fucking love you still. Yes, it was a bet at first, but I told Suguru that I wanted to stop. He knows just how much I love you. Shoko knows. Fucking everyone knows at this point. Why can't you just listen to me?"

He catches his breath as he finishes voicing out his words. But no, you were a little hard in the head. You wouldn't believe him that fast. You didn't want to hurt your heart again.

"I don't love you."

You didn't know what gave you the urge to say that. It wasn't really true, but the wrong words seem to be the only right words to cut it out.

If Satoru's heart is already breaking, he was sure it is now turning into ashes. You're a liar, he tried to convince himself. You love him, and he's not about to give up just yet.

December 18, 2023

You can hurt Satoru how much you want, but that will never stop him from loving and chasing after you.

Another frustrated sigh came out from you when he left a cookie on your table to your first class, with a note saying, 'I love you. Don't forget to eat.' with his name underneath and a heart. You didn't even know how he managed to put these on your table so early in the morning, and your heart just wants to surrender.

But no, you're not.

So, even if it comes out too heartless, you offered the cookie to the person next to you as you crumpled the note, throwing it away inside your bag so no one would see it.

During lunch, Satoru saw you at your usual table, and tried to sit with you. But you got up in a hurry, pulling Utahime who just got back from the bathroom with you.

Being angry at him is one thing, but avoiding him? No, he can't take that. He'd rather have you stay mad at him, scream and hurt him verbally, even slap him if you want, but giving him the cold shoulder was you telling him that he doesn't exist in your world anymore. Satoru's heart is barely living at this point.

Satoru cursed to himself, standing up and going back to Shoko and Suguru who looked at him with a sad smile.

"Give it time, Satoru."

But time doesn't seem to be on his side.

And fate doesn't get along with you on your most desperate days as you watched the rain poured down once again. It was like deja vu. Standing outside the building, waiting for the rain to stop so you can go home.

But the rain was falling a little too harsh, and you know it's not about to stop anytime soon. It was like the rain also had a turmoil within itself, crying heavily just the same way your heart did.

You hate yourself for always forgetting an umbrella as you take a step, lifting your bag to your head, as you let the rain soak your clothes. It's the last day of school today anyway, you're finally taking your Christmas vacation tomorrow, and it wouldn't hurt to get sick for a few days.

Unbeknownst to you, Satoru comes to the rescue at the right time.

He held an umbrella as he ran after you, being careful as he strides so he won't trip on his feet.

He called your name, stopping shortly when he finally got you under the umbrella and pulling you close by the waist.

"I'll take you home." He shouted above the rain.

Your body trembled in the cold, and Satoru was embracing you like he used to. He didn't even mind if you got his clothes wet. But you still have the guts to push him away. "No! I can go home by myself!"

"Stop being stubborn!" Despite holding you with one hand, his other hand holding the umbrella, he still managed to keep you on your feet, his hand squeezing your waist tightly.

"Gojo–"

"Stop it!"

"Let go of me!"

"You're going to get sick!"

"I don't fucking care!"

"No, I'll take you home–"

"Gojo Satoru!"

Satoru gave up as you writhed from his embrace. He dropped his umbrella, using both his hands to grab your waist, and kissing you in the rain.

His tongue was invading, seeking every corner of your mouth desperately. Fuck, he missed this. He missed you so much. And he didn't even care if the rain was slowly ruining his hair and clothes, as long as he had you right here in his arms.

It was a dangerous dance underneath the cold waters beneath the rain. Two lovers, hopelessly trying to heal their broken hearts. Their lips tangled together like it was their last chance to be like this again.

"Satoru..."

"I'll take you home..."

How did you let yourself become weak for him?

You handed him a towel as both of you entered your home. Despite how upset you are with him, you couldn't possibly just leave him wet by the rain and catch a cold. You were just being nice, you said to yourself. It's not because of your affection towards him, you're just being a helpful woman who still has a heart so you invited him into your house. Thats it, that's all there is, perhaps.

Before you can leave him, Satoru holds your hand, electrifying the two of you to stop you from your tracks. You tried to look at him in the eye, but it was impossible. Satoru doesn't even try to hide how much he's hurting in front of you, and that just doubles the pain that you're feeling right now.

"Let's talk..." He said weakly. "Please? I'm not leaving if we don't talk."

"Satoru, please, just let it go..."

"No," he shakes his head stubbornly. "You mean so much to me."

Your breath hitched as he pulled you close, cupping your cheeks with both hands as he leaned his forehead against yours.

"It's true, we did make a bet..." He closed his eyes, the words falling in his mouth felt like daggers shot straight to his heart. "And I hate myself for it. For being a prideful jerk who wanted to prove he can have whoever he wants, and hurting you in the process..."

Satoru breathed heavily, his hands rubbing circles on your cheek. "Before I knew it, I was down badly on my knees. I wanted you. I love you. I wanted to spend each and every waking moment with you. And I told Suguru, and Shoko, that I wanted to stop whatever game we agreed upon, so I can start loving you truthfully..."

"Satoru..."

"And I felt so alive, baby. When you told me you love me too, when you let me be your boyfriend, when you finally accepted my love for you. Fuck, I can die a happy man. I just... love you. I love being loved by you. I love it when you let me love you. I love it when you do nothing and it just drives me wild. I love it every time I see your eyes looking at me. I love hearing your voice, seeing you smile, and love it even more when you let me hold your hand! I love every single piece of your soul, and I want you. I want to always be with you. My heart aches for you, baby... please..."

He was crying. Oh, god, he was crying as he confessed everything to you. And you swear your heart wants to come out from your chest.

Your heart was swelling, he was mending your bruises, healing your scars in every word he uttered. Your tears were falling nonstop, and your hands quiver to place it above his.

"Satoru..." You sobbed, looking at his helpless blue eyes who'd been crying buckets as well. "I hate the fact that I love you so much."

Satoru heaved a gasp as he pulled you to his embrace, sealing you in a wet kiss. Somehow, it didn't even feel cold anymore now that you have your arms around him again.

His face settled on your neck, and he was catching his breath. He ran his hands in your hair, holding you tight as if he was afraid to let you go.

"Don't leave me again..."

"I won't. I promise." You let out a low chuckle. This time, you cupped his cheek so he could look at you. "I love you so much, Satoru. I'm so sorry for hurting you."

"I deserved it." He smiled. Finally, he was smiling at you. "And I love you more."

Satoru made sure he's not letting you escape this time. Everyday, he's going to make it up to you. He's going to tell you how much he loves you, and he's going to make sure you'll never even forget it until you fall asleep. He's going to love you like it's breathing, and he promised to himself he's going to love you until the next lifetime.

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i know i said I'll do the part 2 of my Suguru fic, but im so sorry this was in my head for ages 😭 i promised ill start part 2 in a while... anyways, thanks for reading! its not proofread so im sorry for any typographical errors and spelling ^^

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[cloudcountry]

mer-shrimpy?

Genre/Tropes: No notable ones!!

Summary: The Prefect has an accident in alchemy (courtesy of Ace, Deuce, and Grim) and has turned into a merperson!! Floyd witnesses this and drags them to Octavinelle, where they hang out with the Octotrio until Crewel can reverse the spell.

Author's Comments: i love these absolutely menaces they're my favorite ever i want to hold their hands and hugs them (and give azul smooches.) this ends in kind of a choose your own adventure way?

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A bright, multicolored puff of smoke erupted from the cauldron in front of you as Ace and Deuce argued, Grim scurrying around your ankles as he cackled. The noise stopped immediately after the smoke cleared, but you still couldn’t see much of anything. It was only when you realized that you couldn’t breathe very well that you started to panic, flopping around the floor.

Wait, flopping?

You looked down at your legs, only to see the bottom half of a shrimp of all things.

“Bad pups! Stay!” Crewel yelled, quickly approaching your tiny form on the ground, “Ramshackle Prefect, are you alright?”

“Shrimpy?” Floyd leered, peeking over Crewel’s shoulders, “What did you guys do to them, huh?”

Ace and Deuce stepped back a bit, intimidated by the sharp glare Floyd sent their way.

“The water breathing potion must have backfired. What did you add into your potion?” Crewel glared.

“Um…dunno.” Ace mumbled, “I’m sorry, Prefect. I didn’t mean to make you…tiny.”

You tried to voice that it was okay, that you weren’t dying, but nothing came out but sharp shrieking noises and ragged gasps.

“It’s hard to breathe-!” you gasped, choking on air.

“Ehh? It's hard to breathe? You need water or something?” Floyd hummed, his words sending Deuce running to the nearest large plastic container to fill it up for you.

You were more impressed that he’d deciphered what you’d said.

“You can understand me?” you choked out, the sound coming out garbled and raspy.

He tilted his head, kneeling down to you, “Of course I can, Little Shrimp! Did your brain get tiny too? You’re just speaking mer.”

You were about to speak again before Floyd lifted you into his arms, curling his arms around your body and holding you close. He nuzzled your forehead affectionately, his teeth scraping against the skin.

“Leech! Unhand the Prefect!” Crewel demanded, swooping in with the container of water Deuce filled, “This is why you all needed remedial lessons in the first place!”

“Aww, no fun. I wanna play with Shrimpy!” he pouted, turning away and using his upper body to hide you away.

“It’s okay, Floyd. I’ll play with you later.” you promised, “Just please let me breathe.”

“Fiiiine. I don’t want Jade and Azul yelling at me for not taking good care of you. Whatever.” he huffed, annoyed at the idea of letting you go.

He dropped you into the water unceremoniously, the small splash briefly disorienting you before you became used to the feeling of breathing water. It honestly felt like the bathtubs at home, with the container just barely fitting you. Your tail was bent at an odd angle in order for you to breathe properly, and Floyd looked annoyed at your mild discomfort. He brightened up a second later, eyes glinting with mischief.

“I know! Shrimpy, let’s go to my dorm! We have a lot of water, and you can swim all you’d like! Then we can play all we want!” he grinned, sharp teeth gleaming in the light.

“That may be the best idea given the situation.” Crewel agreed, turning his gaze to you, “What do you think?”

You nodded, heart jumping at the thought of a bigger pool. You could breathe and have leg room in the Octavinelle pools, though you’d need to learn how to use your new bottom. You couldn’t imagine how hard it had been to transition from a tail to legs for Floyd and Jade, and in Azul’s case, tentacles. You kept trying to move how you would with your legs, but it felt you only had one big leg and only moved one way. Crossing your arms over your chest, you blew annoyed bubbles in the water.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd cooed, scooping up the container with ease, “Come on, we’re going on a trip! Just me and Shrimpyyy!”

You tried your best to hold onto the container as Floyd slung you around the hall, yelling cheerfully about how much fun he was going to have with you. You squeezed your eyes shut, hoping you’d reach Octavinelle soon.

“Floyd, what are you doing?” someone questioned, the amused tone all too familiar.

“Jade!” he beamed, shoving the container of Jade in Jade’s face, “Look at our Shrimpy! Aren’t they cute?”

Our?!

“Indeed.” Jade chuckled, raising a brow as you floated aimlessly around the water, “I assume you were taking them to the pool in Octavinelle?”

“Where else? We need to keep our little Shrimpy close, don’t we?”

“That we do. I’ll walk with you.”

You wished you could chew them out about this stupid “our” business, but all that came out were more little shrieks and yelps. Floyd laughed, and that’s when you remembered that they could understand you.

“Poor thing. You sound so sad when you talk like that. I can barely understand you.” Jade sighed, acting all disappointed when you knew he was teasing.

“Mean!” you shrieked, and they both laughed.

Sinking back into the water, you blew annoyed bubbles until you found yourself in Octavinelle. The dorm was beautifully decorated, no doubt part of Azul’s influence. You furrowed your brow, looking from left to right. Where was Azul? It was after school, so there was only one other place he could be.

“Don’t fret, Little Pearl.” Jade hummed, staring down at you with half lidded eyes that scream trouble, “If you’re looking for Azul, he’s in his office. Of course, our priority lies with you as of now, but Floyd can retrieve him if you so wish.”

“Ehhh? Why me? I wanna play with Shrimpy.” he moped, holding the container of water closer to his chest.

“Oh, but Floyd, the Little Pearl doesn’t know how to use their tail. Wouldn’t it be more fun to play with them when they can run away? I will teach them the basics while you fetch Azul.” Jade hummed, attempting to placate his brother.

Floyd thought on it for a few seconds before brightening up, showing the container into Jade’s arms. With a loud promise of playing with you later, Floyd bolted towards the VIP Room.

Poor Azul.

“Well hello there.” Jade smiled down at you, his face distorted in the still sloshing water, “What do you say we get you in the pool, hm?”

You nodded, blowing more bubbles in the water. Jade chuckled politely, carrying you off into a hallway near the back of the dorm. You stood stationary inside the water as Jade hummed a tune, finally stopping in front of a door and pushing it open with his hip. The water sloshed over the side of the container, wetting his glove. Jade muttered a quiet apology and set the container down next to the wide expanse of clear water, his soaked gloved hand reaching into the water to pet your head.

“Do you mind if I lift you up? I hardly think dumping someone as delicate as you into a pool would be kind.” he hummed, pulling his gloves off one finger at a time, “I will also be shifting into my merform, so you won’t be lonely.”

You nodded, poking your head above the water. Jade’s bare hands were a sight you’d never seen before, and you were surprised at how soft they looked considering most of his free time was spent digging around in terrariums and even mountains. He noticed you staring, eyes crinkling in the corners as he chuckled. Without any warning, he swooped down gracefully, closing on you far too quickly for your liking. You jerked back, water sloshing over the sides of the container once again as Jade’s fangs glinted in the overhead lights.

“Don’t be shy, Little Pearl.” he cooed, dipping his bare hands into the water and scooping you up as though you were a plant ready to be repotted, “I won’t hurt you. I’ll treat you delicately, with all the care a little morsel like you deserves.”

Your eyes went wide at the morsel comment, but before you could see anything Jade had set you in the pool. Even though the water looked clear on the surface, there was a light fog settling within the water that made it hard to see much of anything. You jumped when you heard a splash a little ways away from you, but when you looked you couldn’t see anything. Fear coursed through your veins as you waited, unable to use your tail to swim towards where you hoped Jade had dove in with you. Gulping water through your gills, you tried to take deep breaths to calm down. They wouldn’t eat you, obviously. This was Jade. He just wanted to see you jump.

And jump you did, when a green blur gently tapped your tail from behind.

You jumped backward, whipping around to face none other than Jade. Crossing your arms, you glared at him as he chuckled, eyes narrowed.

“Apologies, Little Pearl. I wanted to see how you would react. It’s quite entertaining to see you out of your element.” he hummed, swishing his tail around as he darted in circles around you, “Now, do you think you’re ready to try swimming?”

“How do you guys work these things?!” you blurted, flopping in the pool like a fish on land, “It’s so hard to manage-”

“Don’t move it like you’d move your own two legs. Move like your legs have been merged into one.” Jade hummed, smirking at your struggle.

You jerked your tail as you managed to go forward, a small accomplishment in the grand scheme of things. Jade looked so proud though, and you tried not to let him feed your ego too much. He was probably laughing at you internally anyway.

“Good Little Pearl.” he hummed, swimming a bit further away, “Keep going. I’m certain you’ll be able to use that tail of yours efficiently in no time.”

With that praise, you tried even harder to swim towards him. It wasn’t as hard as it used to be now that you were thinking of your bottom as two legs merged together, and it occurred to you that merpeople had to pretend that their tail had been split in two. You wondered how they got used to feet, or even if they’d had a foot cramp before. Did merpeople have tail cramps?

You were too in your own head. As you snapped out of it, you realized that Jade had moved a bit farther, and had gone deeper into the pool. In the dimmer lighting at the bottom, you could swear his golden eye was glowing, beckoning you deeper into the pool like a siren. You almost didn’t go deeper.

Almost.

Curiosity killed the cat, as they said, and curiosity was about to kill you.

So you swam down, chasing after Jade as he darted between the various types of coral, their jagged forms rising from the sand like nature’s fortified towers. Octavinelle was truly a beautiful dorm.

With beautiful people, you thought as you watched Jade look back at you, his eyes gleaming. His expression was playful as he twirled in a circle, darting into some faded yellow coral. Without a second thought, you swam after his, elated that you were finally getting the hang of your tail.

“What are you doing here?!” a loud hissed reverberated in the water, and Jade immediately darted in front of you like a guard dog.

A familiar face poked out from the coral, his blue gray eyes narrowed with annoyance.

“Azul?” you gasped, eyes widening at the surprise, “I thought you were back in your VIP Room?”

“Wh- Angelfish? Why are you a…?” Azul trailed off, head tilting to the side as he examined you, “...Nevermind that. You need to get out. Out! Leave!”

“Azul, it’s okay.” Jade spoke, his voice calm and collected.

He still hadn’t moved away from you though.

“Azul, is everything okay?” you asked, keeping your distance.

The last thing you wanted to do was annoy him.

“Angelfish, please leave. You shouldn’t see me like this.” he sighed, shaking his head as he shrank back into the coral, “It’s not a pretty sight, I assure you. Now, if you will-”

“There’s no part of you that I wouldn’t find nice.” you said, voice so stern it surprised you, “I mean, it’s okay if you don’t want to show me, but I promise I won’t judge you for anything. I’m literally a shrimp right now.”

You flicked your tail in his direction for emphasis, and Jade snorted. He seemed to have drifted off the side since you two figured out it was Azul and not some other random student.

“Aaaaazul!” Floyd called, darting out of nowhere into the coral Azul was hiding in, “Come play with us!”

“Floyd, no-!” Azul yelped as he was slammed out of his hidey hole, a writhing mass of black following his front as Floyd cackled. Your eyes widened at the appendages as he struggled to hide them, trying to make himself seem as small as possible. He kept shooting you panicked glances, his chest rising and falling rapidly as Floyd swam circles around him.

“Azul? Why are you on edge? Is it because Little Shrimpy’s here?” Floyd teased.

“Azul, I highly doubt Little Pearl cares about such trivial things.” Jade hummed, pressing a hand against your lower back and pushing you the slightest bit forward.

Azul froze on the spot, finally taking the time to look at your expression. There was no disgust, no amusement, no fear. There was just awe and curiosity. He swallowed thickly, feeling like a specimen on an examination table. You slowly swam forward, reaching out slowly, giving him time to pull away. He slammed his eyes shut but didn’t move, feeling your hand slide down one of his tentacles. You hummed as your other hand cupped one of them, flipping it upwards to reveal the suction cups. Azul cracked his eyes open just a bit to see you staring down at his chubby hideous revolting body with such much adoration that it made his heart jump into his throat. He couldn’t breathe.

“You’re really pretty, Azul.” you murmured, pulling the tentacle closer and letting it wrap around your hand, its actions shaky and slow, “You’re gorgeous like this.”

“See? What did I tell ya? Little Shrimpy doesn’t care.” Floyd laughed, poking Azul at the base of his tentacles.

“I’m not so sure about that, Floyd. They seem to care quite a bit.” Jade chuckled.

Another black tentacle wrapped itself around your waist as his purple tinted skin turned pink. He refused to meet your gaze as you accepted his touch without a bit of repulsion, your eyes affectionate and happy as if asking him to keep going. He yanked himself away before he could pull you into his chest and hug you for hours.

“Come swim with us, Azul!” Floyd called, snapping at him with his teeth as he giggled, “You can’t hog Shrimpy all day! That’s not faaair!”

“Floyd is right, you know. You should thank him for going to get you in the first place. That was very generous of him.” Jade hummed.

“I was here the whole time.” Azul mumbled, and you shook your head at their antics.

“I’d like to make the most of this form while I’m still in it. It’s been fun so far!” you bounced a bit in the water, curling your tail in and out.

“Aww, Shrimpy’s so cute!” Floyd giggled, his expression immediately shifting to annoyance when he processed what you meant, “Ehh? What do ya mean? We’re going to have you over like this again, Shrimpy. You’re not getting away that easily.”

“Indeed.” Jade began circling you, a sinister look on his face, “You’re such a small little morsel, it would be the same if we didn’t have a chance to catch you.”

A shiver shot down your spine as Floyd followed his twin’s example, the both of them circling you menacingly as Azul stared disappointingly at them.

“If you two keep freaking them out, they’ll never come back again.” he pointed out, tugging you closer by the tail, “Don’t scare the poor angelfish. ”

“It’s just a little fuuun.” Floyd giggled, brightening up at the thought of forcing you over again, “Come on Shrimpy, wouldn’t you like that?”

“Sketchy undertones aside, I agree. I think it’d be nice to try this out again, even just swimming in my human form. It’s like stress relief.” you mused.

“Professor Crewel should be working on a cure already. We best make haste if we’re to enjoy you to the fullest.” Jade smiled his close-eyed smile, “Little Pearl, if you will.”

He gestured to the coral around you as Floyd’s yellow eye gleamed mischievous. When Jade opened his eyes, you noticed his yellow eye was glowing too.

“You may hide, and we will seek you out.” he chuckled, tilting his head slightly, “Wouldn’t you enjoy that?”

“Oh yes, Shrimpy! It’ll be so fun. We’ll try to take a bite out of you.” Floyd laughed.

 Azul shook his head exasperatedly, holding out a hand to you.

“If you do not wish to join their game of cat and mouse, I can show you around the deeper ends of the pool.” he murmured, “I’m sure you would enjoy the secret’s I’ve stashed away.”

You looked between the three, contemplating which to try first. Well, what’ll it be, dear Prefect?

#auburn's fics <3 #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #twst x reader #octavinelle my beloveds #octavinelle x reader #jade leech fluff #jade x reader #jade leech x reader #floyd fluff #floyd leech x reader #floyd leech fluff #azul ashengrotto x reader #azul x reader #azul ashengrotto fluff #man i love jade leech #azul heart eyes <3 #floyd leech is a silly guy

[transmascaraa]

Hi, Hi, Hi! How are you?

I am the one, who requested the FREEZING hands and I loved it. Thanks for the food. I really, really loved it! And I have another request! Their s/o just randomly telling them what their first impression of them was, when they first saw them. They always heard of like their intimidating/cold behaviour or looks, but when their s/o first saw them they didn’t think that. They thought like “Such a cutie patootie! Awww! Look at how adorable he is! I just wanna squish those cheeks!”

Could I request Cyno, Alhaitham, Wriothesley & Diluc with that? (And could I be an anon? 🪶 anon please? Pretty please?)

STAY HYDRATED, EAT ENOUGH AND HAVE A PROPER SLEEP SCHEDULE!

multiple characters headcannons!

"cutie patootie!"

characters: cyno, alhaitham, wriothesley, diluc x gn!reader

author's note: OFC I ALREADY ADDED YOU TO THE ANONS ON MY INTRODUCTION POST^^ i love this and this is probably how i would act if i was actually in genshin aka teyvat idk anyways enjoy reading this!!

๑ Cyno

-you when you just told him this he still had a neutral look on his face.

-"and they all told me you were so so SO scary! but when i first saw you- I WANTED TO BITE YOUR CHEEKS AFFECTIONATELY!!!"

-he looked a little confused.

-"bite my cheeks?-"

-"THEY'RE SO SQUISHY!!"

-you got closer to him and cupped his face in your hands, basically squishing his cheeks, and then giving him a kiss on the nose.

-"y'know, i still feel the same about you. i don't know what the hell others are going on about."

-he's never received much affection in his life before so he's kinda confused about it, despite his cheeks getting redder and warmer by second, ever if he didn't realize it.

-"uh- thanks?"

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✧ Alhaitham

-you start ranting to him but the first few minutes he isn't even listening to you and is instead reading some book even tho he said he's literally listening.

-"'haitham! are you even listening?"

-"huh? uhm- sorry- can you repeat what you were saying?"

-you're a bit annoyed but do it anyway, and this time ge actually listens.

-"yeah? what about us when we first met?"

-he's impatient for you to finish but also curious about what you're about to say.

-now he's a bit surprised.

-"I JUST WANTED TO SQUISH YOUR CHEEKS AAH!!!!!-"

-he's SLIGHTLY blushing and has a MICROSCOPIC smile on his face but yeah.

-he's happy to know it but also- how the fuck did you think that he was a "cutie patootie" as you said?

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✿ Wriothesley

-bro would be flabbergasted but smirking at you teasingly the whole damn time

-"AND I THOUGHT YOU WERE SO FUCKING CUTE!"

-"mhm..."

-"oh~?"

-"yeah..~

-you would be blushing halfway but he'll let you continue lmao

-then he'd start talking about how he felt when you first met too and it would honestly be really cute imo

-but like okay dude why you looking at me like you'll ask me to kiss youu

-he probably will tho tbh

-not much left to say but he'll really enjoy listening to you and all cuz bffr you're 753 times more special to him cuz you didn't find him intimidating like literally everyone told you

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✯ Diluc

-he'll deny it the whole time that he finds you so adorable ranting to him about it

-but then again he appreciates it

-even tho he wishes you actually found him scary or intimidating

-"AND LIKE- YOU LOOKED SO CUTE THAT I WANTED TO JUST GRAB YOU BY YOUR HANDS AND JUST KISS YOU WHOLE FACE ALL OVER AND-"

-"i don't understand you... how the fuck do i look- what was the word... skrunkly-?"

-you laughed your ass off at that but like okay

-he looked even more confused lol

-but no matter how little he understands you, he'll always be sure to actually pay attention to you cuz he doesn't want you to feel forgotten or worth any less than you are

-he'll do his best to not come off as too rude or mean but he genuinely thinks your thoughts sometimes are weird af

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loved this one definitely

i didn't know what other word to use except for skrunkly but alr

HOPE YOU LIKED IT‼️

| 🪶anon | @mariaace <3

#genshin #genshin impact #genshin headcanons #genshin impact headcanons #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #cyno x reader #cyno x you #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x you #wriothesley x you #wriothesley x reader #diluc x reader #diluc x you #genshin x reader #genshin x you #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact x you #this was interesting to write

[xanasaurusrex]

⇢ ˗ˏˋ zeus cabin headcanons ࿐ྂ

a/n: these are my headcanons for the children of zeus! i love thinking about what traits kids of certain gods and goddesses would have, and since zeus is the king of the gods, i thought it would only be fitting to start with zeus! these are less about like powers and stuff like that and more just about how they would be as people!

zeus kids can get kinda crazy

they're always the life of the party, and yet somehow they also shut down the party?

they're just good at knowing when things are getting too out of hand

speaking of knowing things

it's almost as if they have a sixth sense in knowing things, just like general things

oh this person liked this other person

the zeus kids already knew

you cheated on your math test?

yeah, they had a feeling

that kinda stuff

zeus kids also all weirdly have this universal little tic where when they're really bored, they'll rub their hands against something that can create static, and then play with the static in their hands

they can do the thing where they kind of roll it from one finger to another, and then back again

they can also utilize this to shock people, but only ever so slightly

technically they could summon a whole storm and electrocute someone, but very rarely do they have that urge

another thing to mention:

zeus children can hold a grudge

they're masters at being mad at someone for something they did days, weeks, months, or even years in the past that likely they forgot they did

but zeus kids didn't

they never forget

honestly even a bad first impression can really affect your relationship with a child of zeus, because they don't forget things easily

their minds are steel traps

children of zeus are also natural born leaders

this can cause quite the scene when there are multiple zeus kids up for a leadership position because they all fall into a leader role just naturally

a lot of people appreciate this because they're saved from having to lead themselves

but others find this incredibly annoying, and think that zeus kids are all very arrogant and full of themselves

there are some that are like that, thinking they're better because their dad is zeus

but that kind of reaction to being a child of zeus is pretty rare

most of the time it brings them great annoyance because monsters can smell them from farther away, and it makes them much more eligible for dangerous quests, which sometimes is a good thing, but when the mortality rate for a quest that dangerous is usually 0, it can be a little daunting

probably the best trait that children of zeus possess is their loyalty

i understand that this probably doesn't make much sense, considering the fact that zeus was never really known for being very loyal to pretty much anyone in his life

but zeus kids are

this is observed the best during battle, when they would do anything and everything for the people fighting alongside them

they're loyal friends and lovers, too

which, again, doesn't make a lot of sense when looking at who their dad is

but a lot of their lives have been negatively affected by him being disloyal, so a lot of them have a tendency to make sure they're loyal so that they don't end up like him

as amazing as zeus thinks he is, a lot of his kids aren't his biggest fans

in conclusion, zeus kids are pretty cool

they definitely have their flaws

(such as having a tendency to flake last minute when it comes to making plans with other people)

but ultimately they're pretty good people

they're very skilled when it comes to battle, and they're good friends

basically just good people to surround yourself with

a/n: so i won't be doing author's notes at the end of everything, but i just wanted to thank you for reading my very first official post! i'm going to be doing headcanons for the other gods and goddesses, both major and minor, because i just find writing for that kinda stuff really fun! also i really love headcanons (totally not because they're easier to write than full fics, definitely not at all)

anyways, thanks for reading, and be on a lookout for more stuff in the future!

#pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #demigods #demigod stuff #zeus #children of zeus #zeus kids #jason grace x reader #percy jackson x reader #thalia grace x reader #zeus x reader

[iisasarcasticlittleshite]

Brothers with an artist MC

Lucifer has to wonder how the hell MC manages to get paint, absolutely everywhere, even when they're not necessarily painting.

Everywhere they go, there's a random paint smudge somewhere on their person, places that make absolutely no sense.

Mid-way down the back of their calf, big ol' smudge of magenta, inside of their thigh, navy blue oil paint, they weren't even using oil paints today!

Each time he sees them, it's like a visual hunt for those little splashes of colour, and at some point, he realises he'd miss them if there were none to find.

Mammon has officially become an authority on art supplies. He knows their favourite brands of everything, knows when they're running low on literally anything.

He'll go out of his way to be in the room when they're creating, be it sculpting, painting, or just sketching at RAD. If, by some miracle, he comes into posession of a piece of their art, he hordes it, buys a whole glass cabinet to showcase everything they've ever made, including little doodles in the edges of notebooks.

'Ya better keep at it, so one day the Great Mammon can make a pretty penny off all this stuff!'

That's his excuse, he'd sooner give up goldie than sell a single scrap of MC's art. They're his damnit.

Leviathan is the ultimate wealth for inspiration. You got art block? Ha! No you don't.

He'll think of something to unblock that creativity, and he doesn't even try too hard to do it, he's got so much creative media on the brain it's honestly impressive.

He absolutely loves it when MC goes to his room and just chills with a sketchbook, doodling or working on a masterpiece, he doesn't care.

Levi.exe stopped working when MC drew him though, straight up blew a fuse. He still has that sketch, got it laminated and everything. He won't display it, but it's always close by.

Satan found there art pleasant to look at, and rather liked the idea of having them in around, creating freely. He'll go out of his way to give them the right environment to encourage their art.

He's fascinated by the way their moods change the art they make. With each pact, they created a piece to reflect the demon, and so on.

Satan became drawn to the person behind those pieces, to the crinkle in their brow when something was uncooperative and the stains on their fingers. He could talk to them all day about what they make, about the beauty they seem to find in a world that merely annoys him on most days.

Asmodeus is in love, purely in love. MC wields colour like a weapon and pieces almost as pretty as him.

He thinks they're a match made by the skies above, him a piece of art, MC, and artist.

Will absolutely invite MC to use him as the canvas for their next piece. Do with that what you will.

He loves to take them to new places and watch what they choose to put to art. Little spots even he hadn't noticed, the finest of details, or a bigger picture he wouldn't have seen without them.

The two tend to hunt for beauty in the most unlikely places, which make for some interesting adventures.

Beelzebub doesn't really have a decerning eye, if MC painted a burger, he'd lick the paper, only to find out that watercolour tastes horrid.

He enjoys the tactile feel of things though, if MC decided to sculpt something familiar, he like to run his fingers over their work, imagining them painstakingly creating every detail, lovingly creating something from nothing.

The same goes for when he gets to watch them sketch, half a dozen pencil lines become a profile of a person, or a rendition of a building.

Whatever they draw, he's entranced by their hands, making something beautiful with something as simple as a pencil and the same paper he forgets not to eat sometimes.

Belphegor loves watching them work, he finds it so relaxing. Each move they make with those practised hands, the quiet music they play, and the soft sound of their humming.

Sometimes, at least.

Others, they're a little whirlwind. Music blasting with pure chaotic energy that won't even let them sit still. Their pieces vary drastically depending on that mood, and he loves both sides of that coin. Need to get up and dance some of it out? He's in.

Diavolo puts MC's pieces on display in the castle without a second thought, no matter how much they bashfully point out that every other piece of art in that castle was created by historically important figures, some thousands of years older than them.

'You are historically important, MC!' The prince declares shamelessly. 'Simply by being yourself! I hope everyone in the Devildom will remember you fondly, as I see you now!'

MC.exe has stopped working.

#obey me x mc #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #lucifer x mc #mammon x mc #leviathan x mc #satan x mc #asmodeus x mc #beelzebub x mc #belphegor x mc #diavolo x mc #obey me diavolo #the tags for this fandom are endless!!!! #fluff #obey me hcs

[findafight]

okay more lab kid Robin because @thesummoningdark @stobinesque asked...

I want to specify that I did not say MANY thoughts, but...

Robin being a lab kid, maybe doing the classic escape with Kali, gets separated, and ends up in a quirky little couples backyard.

Now, the Buckleys are former hippies, and maybe they're less former than they'd like the good people of Hawkins to believe them to be, but they aren't very high (just a little!)when they see a kid, maybe eight years old, wandering out of the woods. They, obviously, freak out. Adrenaline can sober them pretty quickly. They, also obviously, don't think about calling the cops right away.

They wrap them--her-- up in a blanket and get her clean clothes. Maybe a shower if she's comfortable with that. Get her set up in the spare bedroom the have a futon in to have a nice long nap, cozy and safe.

It's then they realize hey....maybe we should....call someone? But the kid was scared. Kept talking about running away from "bad men", and says her name is "nine" when asked, showing her wrist with a corresponding 009 tattoo. And the Buckleys are not one to trust authorities already, so they think. Fuck that.

They discussion options as the little girl, who will shortly become their little girl, sleeps soundly down the hall. Richard says they can say she's Melissa's second cousin's kid, and they're adopting her. Mel says they'll need to call in a lot of favours for documents. Richard says he knows a guy that owes him and he's pretty sure he moonlights as a forger.

They'll ask her how she feels about names, but they brainstorm a few. They like Robin, their free little bird, and maybe a few middle names like meadow or sunbeam. Things to remind the scared child in the guest bedroom she is no longer where bad men can hurt her.

So. Morning comes and the child that was once Nine is now Robin, and it doesn't take very long for her to reveal that she can make the sugar bowl float. It's very impressive, honestly, though the trickle of blood from her nose is concerning and Mel tells her not to strain herself. Then they learn what geniuses her little ears are, when she repeats it back to her in a perfect imitation of her voice.

So the Buckleys set some ground rules for their new daughter. They tell her that, though she is very gifted, they do not want whatever bad men were chasing her to find her, and that her talents may lead them to her. She nods, and understands. There are things to only do at home, with her mom and dad, and not tell her secrets so the bad men cannot find her.

They emphasize they are not like her papa. That they do not want to trap her here but hope that she stays. Little Robin briefly struggles to understand this, because of course they are not like Papa. Where papa was cold, the Buckleys are warm. Where Papa was angry, the Buckleys may be annoyed, but patient in explaining to her what she did wrong. Where Papa would command her to use her powers over and over and over until her throat was raw, the Buckleys only once told her she needed to use them, so she could tell someone over the phone a lie about who was talking and that she was meant to stay with them. They didn't even make her, just told her it would make things safer for her, but they would find other ways to keep her safe. So she did, and a few months later she was able to attend school.

At school she is strange, but possibly no stranger than other wierd little kids. She runs and plays and learns. She talks and asks questions and laughs, all in her own voice (even if she wishes she could let it rest sometimes, and borrow someone else's). She holds her secret for years and years.She learns three languages, her accents nearly perfect, her ears still little geniuses. Her mother nags her not to be so careless with running her mouth, her father tells her to try to go out with friends over the weekend and asks her if she remembers what the baseball score was last night (of course she does, she recounts it in the announcers voice, and watches a fond smile creep onto her mothers lips and her father huff, likely at the Cubs' score).

Then there are Soviets under the mall and she tells Steve a secret about her not even her parents know, and she's confronted with her little sister throwing a car across the foodcourt. It takes her a week after to tell Steve everything about the lab. About escaping and losing Kali and finding her parents and leaving her siblings. He holds her hand when he tells her she should tell El. (who is, somehow, more his sister than hers at this point. It is odd, but Robin isn't jealous of it, just sad.)

And then he smirks asks if she can do a Ms. Piggy impression.

and that's all i've got right now hehe

#lab kid robin #robin buckley #robin buckley's parents #steve harrington #el hopper #stranger things #stobin #platonic stobin #finda's rambles #i don't do tag lists and this was going to be a reblog on the op but eh figured it deserved it's own post #finda writes stuff

[sailorblossoms]

A reason I wrote so much about Simon and Agatha as a couple – a subject I would prefer not to dedicate a second of thought to – is spite. Another is because I'm too annoying not to overthink every single detail, and because I notice imagery of romance and shortcuts being applied to them, and I'm sure it happens without much thought involved. It happens because we're used to them, because we take them for granted, because it's hard to question even when we're told it's wrong.

Like the blushy boy looking at the pretty girl while she walks in slow-motion while romantic music (or music that talks about desiring a woman) plays is a movie cliché, and I knew damn well some people were reading Simon's memory about meeting Agatha like that, not because of what Simon actually says, but because of how used we are to that type of scene. Simon's words aren't about desiring her, but about wanting to be like her, about wanting what he believes Agatha's beauty gives her (acceptance, protection... notice how he keeps talking about being untouchable while being associated with her instead of talking about having feelings for her – he doesn't have them!). Same with the ideas of teenage romance, the image of young love I've seen associated with them (like the blushy kids bumping heads or the boy twirling the girl in the air or lying on the grass staring into each other's eyes as sparkles float in their air and so on) or the dozens of times I've seen people get that they're obviously not in love at the start of CO, but then they ruin it with "but they must have been at some point." Gonna be real here: if we were meant to read these two as "used to be attracted or in love but not anymore," I would question the quality of the writing. I would question the author's ability in the genre, because at no point do they ever say anything that gives me the impression that actual love or attraction had anything to do with their choices. But I know the author is good at romance, so I take them seriously when talk about being together like it's duty and expectation and they have no idea of what else they're supposed to do, and the idea of not conforming is too scary to even contemplate, because if you don't belong here something is wrong, etc. In a moment where Simon should be like "I don't want to let her go as a gf, because [insert romantic feelings here]" he's talking to you about how they became friends and how it would suck to stop being friends after so long. He's not ever like "she used to awaken [insert romantic feelings or attraction] but now I just feel nothing"... there's nothing indicating a romance that run its course!

I'm rambling here (don't even get me started on the assumptions regarding the attraction part, especially the ones associated with Simon because he dares to be a boy who happens to not be great at processing and thus doesn't always present things in obvious exposition) but something less important that kind of bugs me....

The image of Simon towering over Agatha. Now, I'll be the first to admit that I neither remember nor care about the canon heights, but this one bugs me in the way heteronormativity and its imagery bothers me when it's not applicable… isn't Agatha supposed to be tall? I mean, neither Simon nor Baz, who I do remember is tall, should be fitting in that girl's hoodie if she were supposed to be a petite pretty little thing who needs to stand on her toes to reach the boy she's dating (I think Baz mentions the sleeves are a bit short for him, but he should not be able to wear that shit at all if Agatha wasn't at least a bit tall, she doesn’t seem like the type to have clothes that are way too big for her). Isn't that an image that pops up simply because there's a boy and a girl? Even if I'm wrong and she's not tall (which I'll call an inconsistency, given the hoodie business) I'll be willing to bet not everyone indulging in this imagery remembers the canon heights either. I mean, a lot of people forget Agatha's eyes are brown, not blue (which I think also proves Simon's lack of attraction to her. Part of his attraction manifest as obsession – he won't ever let you forget Baz's eyes are grey, and he's very detailed about all the shades of gray those eyes can be. One would think Simon is intentionally getting close – close enough to be in Baz's personal space – to be able to catalogue those shades so clearly)

#simon snow #snowbaz #simon snow trilogy #baz pitch #carry on #baz grimm pitch #baz x simon #agatha wellbelove

[mayzi33]

******SPOILERS, SO MANY SPOILERS AHEAD.*********

I have so much to say I'm afraid my brain might explode. So I'll try to keep calm despite still being at the verge of tears.

When I first started this book series, I thought it would be the usual light, cutesy fantasy about friendship and family. And oh boy, OH BOY WAS I WRONG.

On a side note, something I'd like to point out I noticed, from the first book to the third, the lighting on the cover progressively gets darker. Of course, representing the story itself as the plot gets darker as well. On the last book, it's still dark, but there's a light coming from Janner, Kalmar and Leeli, like they finally reached sunrise after a long, ruthless night. Something i'm pretty sure was said at some point on the books themselves, about no matter how long the night is the day will always come.

Anyways. Back to the topic at hand. As the story progressed, I keep growing more and more connected to these characters, and each chapter I rooted more and more for the Jewels Of Anniera.

I'd like to add that I'm an only child, yet, somehow, I can tell Janner is one of the best eldest sibling characters ever written. My whole life I've only watched siblings around me and their relationship with eachother, especially on the eldest's side, and somehow, Janner reminded me of every friend, family member or random stranger I saw on the streets someday that have siblings.

Janner is such a complex character. He is by no means perfect, but he does have a golden heart. One of the things I was most impressed by was how the author described Janner's feelings, whatever it was the longing for his father, or just feeling burdened by his siblings. And yet, no matter what Janner is feeling, the narrator never invalidates his feelings or antagonize him. Janner is a child, a child who went through a lot. He is allowed to miss a father he never had just as he is allowed to sometimes be annoyed for always having to make sacrifices for his siblings. But one of the things I admired the most about Janner (along with everyone else I'm pretty sure) was his character development. At the first book, he'd roll his eyes at the mere thought of having to look after his siblings and saw them as a burden. At the second book, he learned the hard way how much Kalmar and Leeli matter to him, and how it hurts to be away from them. On the third book, he took pride on his title as Throne Warden and role as the eldest sibling, being devoted to protecting the High King and Song Maiden. And at last, on the last book, he leaves pride aside. He doesn't take care of Kalmar and Leeli because it's his duty, because it's honorable, neither because that's what he has always been told to do. He does it because he loves them above all else, because he finally sees how strong the bond the three of them share truly is, because he feels the blessing the Maker has gifted them, and how much stronger they are when they're together.

Janner is a kind, brave, clever, beautiful boy.

And I will forever believe that they managed to get him the water from the First Well to heal him. I will nor accept any other ending.

Kalmar. At first, the typical goofy, troublemaking sibling, more like a comic relief. But again, OHOHOHO BOY... DID THAT CHANGE.

I definetely did not expect for them to take the turn they did with Kalmar. I could tell that he would have some character arc mainly towards maturing and taking responsability, but I DID NOT EXPECT IT TO BE LIKE THAT. Seeing that bright, easy-going, smiley little boy loosing his usual joyful personality when he was fanged, slowly loosing his sanity and growing on his self loathing was really something painful yet beautiful to watch. Like Janner, he also had to learn his lesson on the hardest way possible. An extrovert kid like him, having everyone turning their backs on him and looking at him with hatred, and yet, he learned to keep his head high, like a High King. (the phrase "keep your head held high or else your crown will fall" is literally perfect for him.) And most of all, seeing him risk his life to aid a strange cloven, (that turned out to be his father) grant the Hollowsfolk his forgiveness despite everything they did to him, show mercy and compassion to the Fangs despite everything they did, all of these things make Kalmar an inspiring ruler, and leaves me assured that he will be a great king after all.

Now, Leeli, sweet, pure-hearted Leeli. I will be honest, at first I was afraid that they would make her the typical "overly nice and overly fragile female character", but again, BOY WAS I WRONG. (I don't know how many times I will repeat that, I apologize.) At some points in the books, she didn't have as much spotlight as her brother and I felt like she was kind of being thrown aside. But there's always a turn the books take that make her lack of spotlight at first worth it. So young, the youngest of the Jewels Of Anniera, yet she has seen and done so much. Has a bad leg, needed to use a crutch since she was little, yet that literally never stopped her. She strives to keep up with her brothers, and despite his kind personality she shows she can be festy and even scary when she wants to. (I will never forget that moment in the second book where she was yelling at the trolls and fangs and they were actually eager to obey her lol). She hates it when people assume she's weak and often refuses help, proving she's perfectly capable. But at times, she does need help, which shows us all it's okay to have someone to rely on. She was the link between Janner and Kalmar, no matter how much they argued nor how mad they were at eachother, she was always there for both of them and connecting them back together. She may not be able to fight like her brothers, but she found her own strenght. Her music, something that has always brought joy and hope to others turns out to be an ACTUAL weapon. She kicked a Green Fang to defend her puppy, she was the first one to see the pain and kindess through Peet, Nugget sacrificed himself for her showing how her strong her love for others really is, she stopped A FREAKING DRAGON from killing her grandpa, she led an army of dogs, she defeated countless fangs with nothing but her song. One of the best child female chracters I've seen in a while. She is feminine, has her weak points, but she finds her strenght, not in swords, punches or bows but on a whistleharp. I love her so much I can't describe it.

I love all of these kids so much. I am *proud* of them. I know it's a weird thing to say about fictional characters, but these books just make me feel this way. I can't name a single character I didn't connect or feel empathy with.

Nia, such a strong, independent woman, raising her children having lost her husband and kingdom, yet keep her head held high like the queen she is.

Podo, a man who has sinned, takes shame on them, yet shows that sinners can still be good people. Loves his family above all else, protected and took care of them until his last breath, might have been a little rough around the edges, but always showed a soft spot for his daughter and grandkids.

Artham, a broken man, haunted by the shame of loosing his brother, slowly, but surely, healing. Learning to move on by protecting his nephews and niece, making what was once a weakness a strenght.

Oskar, an old man that was always sitting on the library, letting go of his peaceful life and risking his life to accompany the Wingfeathers through thick and thin.

Sara, who was taken from her family, abused and had all her hope crushed, finding her courage back after meeting Janner and taking after him, being a sisterly figure, leader and queen ti billions of orphan children, and helping them find their strenght and fight for their freedom.

Maraly, a rude strander girl who was raised horribly her whole life by her abusive father, finally finding true love and a true father figure.

Everything about this story has touched me. A broken world taken by an evil monarch who turned to be just another broken soul, filled with hopeless people, people who had surrended to the darkness... Saved by three children, who brought light everywhere they went. A boy with scars, a boy inside a wolf, and a girl with a crutch. Kids who one day were mere peasants, the other were the Jewels Of Anniera, and a year later, heroes of Aerwiar.

I've smiled, I've laughed, I've been shocked, I've been scared, I've been mad, I've cried. I have red lots, and I mean LOTS of books. Different stories, different worlds, different characters. Yet none of them has touched me half as much as The Wingfeather Saga.

It has war, tears, bloodshed, betrayals, sacrifices and sorrow. But it also has love, joy, hope, laughter, wonder and light.

This story definetely deserves way more fans and recognition. I hope that with the new animated series (which I'll definetely watch later) it begins to gain more love.

Anyways. I really love this in case y'all couldn't tell already. Have a good day/afternoon/evening.

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Authors note: Yay! I managed to finish the second part 🤩 I made it a bit longer because I didn’t want to miss any details. I thought it would be fun to introduce some characters a bit more and make a funny chapter. I might rest a bit and bring the next part after Christmas. I hope you like! 🥰

Word count: 4,2K

Warnings: sexist comments of the decade,teasing, cussing.

All shook up

(part 2)

"ARE YOU EVEN LISTENING TO ME?!" Mark, my boss, shouted with a very angry tone, banging his office desk.

My eyes started blinking rapidly, while my unfocused gaze became sharp. I was still daydreaming and remembering what happened last night.

"Yes, Sir… I'm very sorry. I was trying to protect Elvis" I answered, even without knowing what he had said previously, I perfectly knew what he was talking about.

"Trying? Elvis is like the fucking crown jewel of this hotel. He has to be protected at all costs while he is under our care" he said, his tone was becoming more and more annoying.

"I understand, Sir. It was a mistake, my fault for not taking the walkie-talkie. But he was alone at the backstage; something worse could have happened" I said, making him think it would have had worse consequences.

"I don't care what he does, he can even have an orgy on the terrace if he wants to. Your actions have caused damages to our client and our property. It took me three hours to negotiate with The Colonel about this, three! You are reckless and negligent. I knew I shouldn't have let a woman be in charge here," the boss exclaimed, outraging me.

"Sir, with all due respect, I am new to this hotel and I have tried to adapt as quickly as I could. I have never received any complain about my job, and I have never dealt with an earthquake before. Yes, I made a mistake, but even so, I did everything I could to keep Elvis and the other customers safe" I answered with confidence. I wasn't going to let him underestimate me.

The boss looked at me thoughtfully, taking a few seconds to respond. "Yeah, whatever. Now do us all a favor and go take care of those damn reporters outside. You're about the only person on this planet who can tame the hellhounds that are waiting out in the cold" my boss responded in a stern tone, tapping on the desk and slowly shaking his head.

"Alright, sir. I'm on my way"I replied obediently, not wanting to give a bad impression.

I got up from the chair and headed towards the door. When I came out, I felt that even the boss's hurtful words scolding me had not affected me. I was still in a cloud remembering what happened last night. Today was a great day, and I was happy after meeting Elvis, even if it wasn't the best moment.

On one of the floors of the building, I found Alex. He noticed something different about me, but he still didn't know anything about what had happened.

Alex approached me.

"Hey, how are you?" I asked him, greeting him in a friendly manner, trying to act normal.

Alex looked at me and greeted me with a genuine smile. "Y/n! Everything is fine. How about you?" He asked, raising his eyebrow in a curious way.

I began to laugh nervously and answered as best as I could. "All good, I guess. I'm alive and kicking! Well, what's today's plan? We have to go and calm down the press, right?" I answered, trying to change the topic.

As I was talking, Alex’s expression changed from a wide smile to a concerned look, as he slowly tilted his head. "Everything is alright? Something seems off with you" he asked in a curious tone.

"Yeah, you know, we gotta keep this place safe from reporters. They're all still after Elvis, but it's gotten a bit chaotic after the earthquake” Alex continued, in order not to seem like he was putting pressure on me.

Suddenly, I stopped in the middle of the hallway. I was afraid to tell it, but I needed to tell someone. I needed a friend's opinion.

"Alex…" I said with an intriguing tone, while I grabbed his arm as if we were two old ladies, -a clear sign that gossip was coming- "Can I tell you something?"

As I grabbed Alex's arm, he was surprised but didn't pull away, allowing me to do so. He looked down with a look of curiosity, then back up at me with a warm smile. "Of course, sweetie. What is it that you want to tell me?" He asked, his voice full of understanding and support, wanting to hear me out and do whatever he could to help.

"Promise me you won't say a word about what I'm about to tell you."

"Don't worry, I won't say anything" Alex said impatiently.

"Yesterday… oh… I ruined everything, Alex. I got lost because of the earthquake and ended up at the backstage. I didn't even grab the walkie-talkie, and I got locked in. But guess who…" I said in a mysterious tone.

Alex's expression was sympathetic with my situation until he was caught by surprise that I had been locked up with someone. "Oh no, please don't tell me you were locked in with that security bouncer. That guy is obsessed with you. What a nightmare!" Alex responded in that characteristic tone of his that made us start laughing. It slowly became more serious as I looked in each other's eyes.

"No Alex, I got stuck with… Santa Claus," I replied, using one of the old-school tricks, mentioning ficticious names so that people wouldn't know who we were talking about.

"Who is Santa Claus, baby?" Alex answered confused. He knew it was a fictitious name, but he didn't know who I was referring to.

"You know, when Santa Claus comes to “International” town. Everyone is happy; he also brings his “Snowman”, Santa Claus's little elfs helpers…" I couldn't make it clearer.

Suddenly, Alex remembered that Elvis's manager, the Colonel, was called "Snowman," so he made the connection, turning himselft pale as if he had seen a ghost.

"Wait… The SANTA FUCKING CLAUS?" He answered by raising his voice loudly, as if we were alone. At that moment, all the staff who were working in the floor with us turned around abruptly to look at us. Some looked at us with dislike, others were surprised and curious, and others began to laugh since they knew that Alex had always been a bit kook.

His shout made me blush with embarrassment, and I had to shush him without stopping laughing. "For God's sake, Alex! It’s a secret, remember?" I whispered to him while laughing.

"Well, the thing is, I didn't take the walkie-talkie with me, and I put Santa in danger during the earthquake. But I must say…" I paused, unconsciously biting my lip” he flirted with me. But then Joe came, and they left." I added with a mischievous smile changing to one of sadness.

"HE WHAT?" He exclaimed, opening his eyes and mouth, surprised by the news. Are you serious right now? Elvis flirted with you? And who is Joe, Rudolf?” Alex said between laughs with a sparkle in his eyes, trying not to show his desire to know more about this unexpected secret.

Alex spoke so loudly that for the second time, the employees turned to look at us. “Alex, SANTA, call him Santa. Yes, Santa flirted with me,” I answered a little upset as I feared that someone would find out.

At that moment, Doris, the cleaning lady, was passing by us. She couldn't help but listen to our conversation, and she said: “Santa what? Oh young lady, I think you need a break from this job. Or stop taking those magic pills.” She addressed us like a mother, scolding us in a slightly unpleasant tone.

Alex and I stood there, stunned, exchanging glances. Doris was certainly a box of surprises—an endearing old lady, but at the same time, bombs could come out of her mouth.

Quick to act, Alex reassured Doris “No need for tablets, Doris. It’s just the North Pole drama happening right here.” He subtly said while grabbing gently her shoulders guiding her back to her cleaning cart. "Come on, none of your business" he added.

"Well, so that happened." I chuckled as Alex returned to my side, still amused by his unexpected comment to Doris.

With a smile, Alex met my gaze and said, "I'm so happy about this. But you have to be very careful, y/n." His warm tone shifted to one of concern. "You know it's forbidden to have anything personal with a client. If the boss finds out, you could be fired. You can ruin your reputation."

"I know," I sighed. "I remained professional, but my god... this man has a natural gift for seduction. It was so hard to keep my composure."

After the warning, Alex lightened the mood, asking playfully, "So… tell me! Have you been able to feel Santa Claus's candy cane yet? I NEED TO KNOW!"

"Alex, shut up!" I whispered as we headed towards the entrance, ready to handle the press outside.

Meanwhile, Elvis was in his room, deep in his thoughts, sitting in a couch, looking out at the city of Las Vegas from the window. Still processing the events that happened last night, he couldn't help but smile.

"Worried about the press?" Joe interrupted Elvis's peace, remarking, "Those bastards are going to hang around here all day."

"Yeah, those damn reporters still haven’t gotten the message, I guess. I just hope they don't make life here a whole lot more complicated" Elvis said with a slightly exasperated expression on his face, whishing they’d go away as soon as possible.

"Well, you gave them something to talk about last night," Joe added with a laugh.

Elvis was taken by surprise, "Please keep her out of this damn circus, Joe. Don't even think about that. Oh, and speaking of last night, she's not a tip-worthy pretty face. She's somethin’ else."

"Man, I was just talking about the earthquake." Joe, sensing Elvis's tension, wisely avoided delving into the topic but knew something significant had occurred the night before.

Elvis remained silent, deep in thought. Suddenly, the Colonel entered the room, exclaiming "My boy! My boy!" with a display of effusiveness. Elvis turned around quickly to see who had just entered the room.

"Hello, sir. What brings ya to the penthouse?" he asked calmly.

"Good news! I spoke to Mark, the International director, about the incident last night. He'll pay us 40 percent more in the next five performances. Elvis Presley, after this earthquake accident, is making a great effort, as neither the hotel nor its employees are safe anymore"

Elvis looked directly at him when he mentioned "employees," realizing he meant y/n.

Elvis's eyes widened as the Colonel proceeded to speak. After what had happened last night, it didn't surprise him that the Colonel was trying to get more money out of the situation. Observing the Colonel’s dramatic flair, Elvis remained visibly upset.

"Alright, so... 40 percent more for the next five shows, got it. Anything else, sir?" Elvis said, acting cold towards the Colonel and not giving him the sympathy he was hoping to get.

"Yeah, and don't worry, kid. The employees won't bother you or put you at risk again. Especially that damn woman," the Colonel asserted, pleased with the outcome of his discussion with the director.

"Is she fired?" Elvis asked in a darker tone, causing Joe to grow concerned about Elvis's reaction.

"No, son. But she's where she's most useful—dealing with the press out there. The less time she spends inside the building, the better," the Colonel said, adopting a tone that left unclear whether he was aware of Elvis's mood.

Relieved that y/n wasn't fired but annoyed with each response from the Colonel, Elvis asked "Where is he?" Darkness etched his face.

"Who?" the Colonel asked, confused.

"The director. I need to talk to him," Elvis said, attempting to be polite.

"Look, boy, if anyone has to talk to him, it's me. Don't worry and focus on your performance, okay?" The Colonel replied with authority.

Feeling helpless, Elvis didn't appreciate the Colonel's tone. He wanted to do something, and everything felt unfairly constrained. Moreover, he wanted to ensure y/n's safety.

Elvis stood up confidently, and headed to the door, prompting Joe to intervene, concerned about potential mistakes.

"Elvis, think carefully about what you're going to do. Please don't mess things up. Today is your show," Joe implored, meeting Elvis's eyes. He knew that the director was a powerful person in business.

Elvis, exchanging a knowing look with Joe, left his room.

"Boy! Don't you dare go alone!" the Colonel exclaimed as Elvis walked away.

Joe, realizing the importance of Elvis's intentions, stood between the Colonel and Elvis, who was moving further away.

“For God's sake, he's not going to war or something. He just goes to the office. We have a lot of men around and security” Joe said, placing a hand on the Colonel's chest to stop him.

Elvis, witnessing this from down the hall, he gave him a quick nod and a warm smile of gratitude and appreciation. Joe's support and understanding of Elvis's intentions didn't go unnoticed and Elvis felt grateful towards him.

En route to the office, Elvis, used to signing documents in his room, felt disoriented. Yet, he walked with confidence. Upon reaching the elevator, he found Doris.

"Oh my God!" she exclaimed on the verge of a heart attack. “Good afternoon, Mr. Presley!”

Elvis's expression changed from a slightly frustrated tone to a more relaxed and calm one when he saw Doris, the cleaning lady. Her reaction caught him off guard, but he couldn't help but be amused by how spooked and surprised she was to see him at the elevator.

In his signature warm manner, he greeted her and said, "Oh, dear... Don't be scared, it's just me” he said, still laughing “How are you, darlin’?” Elvis asked in a friendly and endearing tone to make her feel as comfortable as possible.

“I… I'm fine. Everything… i-is… fine. Wonderful, I would say!” Doris said, trying to calm down, smiling at Elvis as if she were a teenager in love again.

Elvis, known for his warmth, turned to Doris, placing a hand on her back, and asked, “Just one question, darlin’. Would ya know where I can find the executive office?”

“Oh sure! He is downstairs, second floor. Turn right into the second hallway.” Doris answered with a wide smile.

"Thank you, honey,” Elvis expressed his gratitude, and they fell into silence. Doris looked at Elvis, and she eyed the elevator door, restraining herself as if she were about to explode. Together, they headed towards the second floor.

Exiting the elevator, Elvis bid farewell to Doris. As the doors closed, he heard Doris giggling and screaming inside the elevator. Unable to contain himself, Elvis burst into laughter.

Upon finding the office, Elvis entered Mark's office without knocking first, showing that he didn't really care to follow protocols or formalities in those kinds of situations. He was straight to the point and didn't want to beat around the bush.

Mark, the director of the International, was taken aback by Elvis's unannounced presence. “Um…uh…good afternoon, Mr. Presley, what a pleasant surpris-”

“Why did ya move the girl outside, Mark?” Elvis interrupted with a serious and concise question, making it clear he was there to address the issue.

Mark was surprised by the way Elvis entered his office and asked him that question. He wasn't expecting Elvis to be so straightforward and direct with his question. Mark was trying to come up with an explanation right away, thinking of ways to justify his actions and explain what he did. "Well... Uh... You see, Mr. Presley, the hotel has been receiving a lot of negative attention lately because of the earthquake, and we don't want staff members to interfere with our image and reputation. We thought we would be doing you a favour by moving her outside", Mark replied.

Elvis approached Mark to emphasize his words. “She didn't put me in danger. I'm the one who put her in danger. Yeah, I shot the door, but I'll get that damn door fixed by the end of the day. I ain't gonna let no buncha sons of bitches take advantage of her in this weather. Ya hear?.” Elvis's tone and demeanor shifted, asserting his authority and rejecting Mark's approach.

“I already talked to The Colonel about it, don't worry about the door,” Mark said casually, pouring himself a glass of whiskey.

"I tell ya what, that's fine, but now I'm worried about her. I have never seen such a dedicated working woman in all my days. She was real professional with me, and she kept me safe with the best of her abilities. As for my men, some of them couldn't give two shits about me, meanwhile she's done more in one night than they have all week.“ Elvis stated, facing the director, refusing to let Mark overlook the matter.

Taking a sip of whiskey, Mark contemplated how to resolve the situation without jeopardizing his relationship with Elvis or clashing with The Colonel.

“I want one of her duties to be working for me.” Elvis declared bluntly, preempting any suggestions from Mark. Elvis knew precisely what he wanted.

Mark slowly nodded his head, realizing he was in a weak position. He knew that to deny Elvis's request was not an option, so he had to agree to it while he could. "Alright, Mr. Presley. Miss y/ln will join us tomorrow to provide you with her services " Mark said, knowing that this was better for him than to deny Elvis.

Satisfied with the outcome, Elvis thanked the director and left the office. He headed to the elevator with a sense of justice, knowing he would finally be able to see her again and value her work as she deserved.

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After dealing with the press, I was mentally drained. The countless questions forced me to improvise in order to avoid any misunderstandings. It was exhausting, and I couldn't stop thinking about Elvis. His presence haunted me all day long, and I felt as if he was inside my mind.

As I headed to the elevator to return to my office, the doors opened, revealing Elvis. I froze and blushed, despite hiding his gaze under those glasses, I could only focus in his eyes.

Elvis's expression shifted to surprise when he saw me. We looked at each other, happy to meet again, even if only for a few seconds in the elevator.

As time passed, the doors started closing again, we kept looking at each other and we seemed to lose track of time, but Elvis swiftly stopped the doors from closing with his arm.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Elvis approached me. “Well, well, if it ain’t my earthquake buddy. Meeting like this, who would’ve thought?”

“Elvis! What a surprise to see you again in the middle of this chaos.” I answered while stepping inside the elevator.

Elvis fixed his eyes on me, purring in my ear playfully, "Looks like we got stuck somewhere else pretty soon, darlin’. The universe is tryin’ to tell us somethin’."

As his calming voice washed over me, I couldn't help but react instantly. A wave of chills ran down my spine, as I felt my face turn red with embarrassment.

Elvis continued being playful. “So, how was your day, darlin’?” he lightened the mood, trying to ease the tension in my body. He seemed to read my body language very easily.

“Oh… well, after dealing with a somewhat difficult boss, I had to handle some clients and the press since everyone is going crazy over a certain 'Elvis Presley.'” I said, in a playful tone.

Elvis laughed, nodding in agreement with my comments about everyone going crazy.

“Do you know him by any chance?” I continued, jokingly.

“Mmm… I know somethin’ ‘bout him, yes, but I promise ya he's a good fella,” he said with a smile.

Elvis shifted into a charming mode. “M’sorry for any trouble I might've caused ya last night, sweetheart. But I'll make it up to ya”

“Don't worry, it's just that the guy from above is a little crazy, that's all,” I answered, referring to my boss.

Elvis fixed his eyes on my face and touched my cheek. “Oh, darlin', you near 'bout froze to death out there” he said in a worried tone, noting my red nose and purple lips.

I had never had Elvis so close; I could feel the warmth of his hand soothing my cheeks. I couldn't help but let out a whimper. As his warm breath approached, it seemed like he was about to kiss my lips.

He transported me to a kind of paradise without realizing the reality. Immediately afterward, the elevator door began to open. Swiftly, I returned to my position, with my arms crossed. Elvis kept looking at me few more seconds after he directed his gaze towards the elevator doors.

I was surprised to see that it was Doris who entered. She stared confused at me and Elvis, and vice versa, repeating the process several times.

Elvis, with a playful expression, turned to Doris, making an exaggerated bow. “Doris, darlin', your entrance shines brighter than any ol' Vegas show!” he said while smirked, twitchting his lip.

Doris's expression changed dramatically, softening at Elvis' words. She began to blush, and a special gleam appeared in her eyes as she looked at him with awe.

Despite my attempts to maintain a neutral expression, I couldn't help but smile at the absurdity of the situation. When Doris noticed my smile and looked me up and down with a sense of superiority, I could almost hear her thinking that Elvis would never speak to me in such a way.

If Doris only knew...

Doris, baffled but delighted, blushed and stammered “Oh, thank you, Mr. Presley!y-you are such a gentleman.”

Elvis, maintaining eye contact with me, decided to take the charm up a notch, throwing a curveball into the mix.

With a faux-serious expression, leaned in conspiratorially. “Doris, darlin', your job goes beyond the usual. You're the unsung hero 'round here, no doubt”

I just wanted to get out of that elevator so I could laugh at ease. I didn't know the fun side of Elvis. I tried to hold in my laughter as best I could and remain silent.

"I always thought my scrubbing skills were my secret weapon!" Doris was visibly nervous, fixing her hair in a futile attempt to compose herself.

With a wink, Elvis said, “Well, Wonder Mop!, your secret is safe with me.” He looked at me, holding back the urge to laugh.

I looked down at the floor and shook my head while smiling. Elvis was so cheeky. How could he be so sensually shameless? He knew exactly how to deal with any woman.

Finally I arrived at my destination floor, my time in the elevator seemed very short. I got out of the elevator and turned to them. “Have a good day,” I said, smiling and looking at Elvis intently.

“Have a good day, darlin’” Elvis replied back.

As I turned to start the walk towards my office after the elevator had opened, I heard the voice coming from the elevator, "Finally alone, Mr. Presley" Doris' declaration of her intentions was clear, although the elevator doors had yet to shut.

While my back was to them, I couldn't help but laugh as I made my way to my office. Elvis' laughter rang out as he heard my reaction, and the sound carried across the entire floor, filling the space with his cheerful roar.

~ Few hours later…~

After our meeting in the elevator, I just had a goofy smile the entire shift. Even though the hotel was full because of his performance, I was still happy. He will make it up to me... what does that mean?

With no warning, Alex burst into the hallway, shouting in a sharp tone.

“Y/N! Come to your office RIGHT NOW”. I looked at him a little confused, and started to worry. Many things went through my head at that moment, expecting the worst.

Upon entering the office, breathless and prepared to confront whatever challenges may lay ahead, I was met with a sight that took me by surprise.

Large box, adorned with white bows, laid on the desk, as Alex grinned at my entrance with a gleam in his eye, his excitement palpable. "I think Santa left you a gift" he remarked with a playful tone, curious to see me open the box and reveal the contents within.

Taking Alex's remarks in good humor, I replied, "I don't think it's him... right?" As I moved towards the box.

Once I untied the ties and managed to lift open the box, my surprise was immediate as I looked inside to find a white fur coat within. There was also a letter on top of the coat. As I opened the envelope, I had an instant reaction of curiosity and excitement:

“Don’t freeze out there while I’m not with you, baby. Meet me at midnight, backstage. E.”

And then my heart skipped a beat.

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♇ leo in the first house, entails that they're seen as people who are glamorous, talented and charismatic, as the first house communicates about an individual is seen by others around them. to have leo in the first house conveys the information that they are seen as people who are cheerful, glow-y and assertive, their leadership nature can either be seen as very charming or over-bearing; due to the fact that they can also be deemed to be people who are annoying, pompous and self-righteous.

♇ moving onto the topic of self-identity, natives with leo in the ascendant are likely to identify themselves with or as people who are the entertainers, it doesnt matter what they do, if they're cooking for someone, playing a game with someone, they'll feel an energy where they have to give it their all. aside from that they might identify themselves as people who are the "authority" which links back to why people might find them over-bearing due to their constant need to lead, it might not be for everyone though, it can sometimes be funny, especially with tyler the creator's cooking video where he and a co-star kept on speaking over each other.

♇ with the first house ruling the impression we make on others, for leo to be here insinuates that they give the impression that they are inspirational people, leo risings are one of the main least ascendant placements that are going to hide themselves, which gives people the influence and idea that they are bold people who are determined to express their needs, wants and emotions.

♇ they have the personality of people who are noble, generous and caring, there's others who'll deem those with the ascendant in leo to be people who are selfish, which they can be, but when you're in their circle, they're very doting and warmhearted. they're people who are sincere, enthusiastic and faithful, most of them always believe in something, it doesnt necessarily have to be a God, it can be having faith in themselves, their friends or their family. on the other hand, they can have the traits of being impatient, snobby and stuck-up, this'll normally happen with bad aspects. or them being like that because its in their nature.

♇ the sun is their planetary ruler, which causes them to shine no matter where they are, no matter how private they want to be, people always find a way to find interest them and continuously watch them. their presence is like the big elephant in the room which can overwhelm others and make insecure people dislike them because they cant handle the fact that someone is so influential, beautiful and bewitching. this causes many people to admire them, and find inspiration, much leo risings might find others copying them a lot, it could be style, attitude, manners or even a way of thinking.

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♇ additionally, the ascendant being the house of self-image indicates that they could be really interested about how people think about them where there can be other leo risings who don't care how people perceive them. leo belongs to the celestial planet the sun, so even if they do care about people's opinions about them or not, there'll still be people who would attempt to throw some comments/shade about them. however, when evolved, they'll understand that they are somewhat succeeding in life to have people continuously speak about them. when it comes to self-image, leo risings know what they're good at, or they're on the path of understanding the talents and skills they can portray to the world, they're people who cant wait to show what they can do, the type to skip the tutorial and just get into it.

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[neonscandal]

Hello, I'm new to the jujutsu fandom, I've already watched season 1 of the movie and I'm in season 2 of jujutsu, I also follow the jujutsu manga, I liked your tumblr and started following you, I like your analyzes and you make me understand more jujutsu, thank you. I have a question, don't you think Sukuna is a boring villain, sorry, but he's too annoying, even Mahito is more interesting than him and it's impressive that Mahito gave more weight to the work than Sukuna, Sukuna killed Gojo and his death It had no significance in the work, it's something terrible, I think the author got lost.

Anon(s), please still try to be mindful of spoilerssss, even if, mid sentence, you just throw one up so other readers know. I'd appreciate it since, even though I'm not a spoiler free blog, I at least tag. I am no stranger to falling behind and trying to avoid leaks and spoilers, myself and my IRL friends are anime onlys to some of the things I obsess about. All that to say: I'm glad you're here (both in the fandom and in my inbox)! Bear in mind, these are very much just the impassioned rants of a silly little person on the internet so who knows.

One thing that I've realized about JJK villains, especially in most recent chapters, is they're never quite who we assume at face value. In this battle between humans and the negative human emotions that spawn curses... each of the villains has a really striking human quality to them whether we understand it or not. In fact, it makes their whole mission of toppling the current paradigm that much more interesting when you consider their origin. I think it was Jogo who said curses were more human than humans which... when you look at the root cause of Geto's defection... he might be onto something.

To that end, Mahito wasn't really lying when he told Yuji that they were one in the same. Humans and curses are two sides of the same coin.

⚠️ Spoiler warning for chapter 248 of JJK.

If you haven't read the light novels, you'd be interested to find that in a chapter I don't overanalyze, there's a story focused around Mahito. It appears in Jujutsu Kaisen Summer of Ashes, Autumn of Dust.

In the chapter, our typical chaos gremlin who is quick to torture first and question never stumbles upon a vagrant. He finds, in the company of a man who has not and wants not, that he exists harmoniously and curiously. In his soul, he sees an unflappable peace that is not evident in other humans and behaves accordingly around him. Day after day, he causes no harm. They even converse, reasonably and academically to an extent. Uh - Mahito is like an avid reader, by the way. While you can argue this is outside of the realm of what's canon, think of Jogo's affinity to mourn Hanami. Hoping to meet Dagon in the wasteland of souls beyond. Very human hopes which are even echoed by Mahito in canon when Haruta the curse user was sneakily going to kill Hanami. Mahito stopped him with intention because even curses have camaraderie which the humans they consort with apparently lack.

Kenjaku is another villain where, even in his twisted delights and subsequent plans for the future, safely delivers Sasaki outside of the realm of the Culling Games and thanks her for befriending his son... What? This appreciation is so humble and endearing but, of course it is, it is that of a mother. Something he decisively lacks with Choso and the cursed womb paintings but still. It goes against the grain of the rest of his character, you know?

Toji, the man who can't be bothered to remember the name of the kid he sold back to the hell hole he grew up in and yet thinks of him as he breathes his last breaths. When his body was reanimated in Shibuya and was hardwired to find and fight the strongest... that recognition on his face when he realized who he was fighting? The animation did a beautiful job of clearing the black of his eyes, softening his gaze toward Megumi. Knowing that it was Megumi Fushiguro and not Zenin he took himself out, happily. Doesn't really ring true of how a lot of fans interpret him as a character.

Now, we have Sukuna. I agree, he seems to be somewhat flat in characterization so far but.. so was everyone else until we got the effective cowlick that indicated their complexity. Now, 248 chapters in, we're seeing the chip in his facade.

Gojo is no stranger to dying though he is extremely unused to comparison. He's the Strongest Sorcerer of the Modern Era, after all. But I wonder if it makes sense to call Sukuna his foil. Imagine Gojo's unchecked ego had he never met Geto. I imagine a life of isolation carrying the burden of one's own grace and strength would absolutely turn out similar to Sukuna's wherein there is no need for purpose beyond one's own whims.

Subsequently, Gojo dying at Sukuna's hands and earning his respect was the first real human connection we see Sukuna receive positively (he gave Jogo a pretty sweet send off, too). It was done with intention, even Gojo hoped to communicate with his tempered body the fact that he too knew that isolation. In universe, it seems to be a form of love (search for "Of Love and Strength" on this post), this understanding. This lapse in Sukuna's indifference is furthered in facing off against fan favorite lawyer Hiromi Higurama.

Following Gojo's demise, Gege has been comparing a lot of characters to the vacuum of power left in his wake. Yuta, I get, but Higurama is an absolute wild card. However, Sukuna sees something in him that he not only respects in this comparison to Gojo... but also stymies him. Especially as he meaningfully comes to terms with his dismissal and abhorrence of Yuji.

What we're seeing is the blossom of his character playing out amidst an all or nothing fight. Stay strapped in, anon!

#neon asks #anon asks #manga with me #manga with me jjk #ryomen sukuna #jjk #sukuna #jujutsu kaisen #jjk meta #jjk character analysis #jjk theory #toji fushiguro #fushiguro toji #mahito #jjk mahito #gojo satoru #satoru gojo #kenjaku #jjk kenjaku #anime #manga #jjk sukuna #jjk villains #higurama hiromi #hiromi higurama

[insanedementia]

"It was never meant to be.." Black Pearl Cookie & Black Caviar Cookie [Part 1}

Black Pearl, a cookie with a luminous blue complexion and a terrifying countenance that repels ordinary cookies, was enamored. It may seem absurd, but this treacherous sea creature had fallen in love. However, her affections were not directed towards just any cookie, but rather towards a cookie who traversed the land; the esteemed Captain Caviar, leader of the Republic. Their love story began when Captain Caviar ventured into her domain, the sea, in search of the sea creature to capture for the benefit of the Creme Republic. This encounter took place after Black Pearl had sunk one of the many ships attempting to engage in trade with other lands that would be advantageous to their Republic. When he discovered her, she appeared colossal and grotesque, yet strangely captivating amidst the flashes of lightning and the dark clouds in the sky. Fear did not daunt him in the slightest, but in her presence, he felt a sense of unease. And so, the rest became history. The strong-willed captain allowed Black Pearl to transform her body into two legs, enabling her to experience the virtues of land-dwelling cookies. He adorned her in the most exquisite dress he could afford, one that would complement her beauty and the wickedness within her heart. He had to impress Oyster cookie, his soon-to-be paramour. Black Pearl, still adjusting to her newfound legs, approached the entire ordeal with skepticism. She clung onto Captain Caviar's oversized trench coat and hissed at any cookie that dared to invade her personal space. "Lassie, they're not going to harm you," the seasoned captain sighed, slightly annoyed, as he reached for her trembling hand, which was a result of her fear. Though he was typically serious in dire situations, he couldn't help but feel genuine concern for her skeptical demeanor.

"You have no idea what these... these COOKIES are capable of!" she seethed into his ear, her gaze fixed on the cookies who now cautiously passed by the two of them. "Throughout my entire childhood, Gem, I assure you that not a single finger will be laid upon you if they wish to preserve all five of 'em," he reassured, gently grasping her hand and tenderly rubbing her knuckles. He could sense his success in comforting her as she began to purr softly and lean against his shoulder. "Furthermore, Gem, we have already arrived," the experienced captain assisted her in ascending the stairs of the Republican building. They were no about to meet the woman in authority.

#black pearl cookie #captain caviar cookie #cookie run #cookie run kingdom #crk #cr kingdom #crob #writing #writers on tumblr #story

[fraudulent-cheese]

OK OK OK SO MY BRAIN HAS BEEN GOING INSANE ABOUT AMICUS CURIAE SO I NEED TO RAMBLE ABOUT IT!!!!

Spoilers for the fic under the cut (duh), link to read it is here, goooo do that!!!

OK SO. The main conflict am i right

Right now we are in a fluff sweet spot where most of the teams are on friendly terms and the main 6 aren't in conflict. However considering what the author has posted to their TD blog recently, it's definitly not staying that way.

Hell even in the current chapters it's probably not staying that way, considering Courtney's 100% caught on that there's something going on between Noah and Alejandro, and in return Alejandro's detected Courtney's crush for Emma.

So yeah! Im predicting that's gonna be the cause of the big rift that happends between the best friends; both of their feelings are going to get in the way of the win eventually in a big way. Maybe Courtney will get distracted by Emma or Alejandro's going to try to keep the Pros in the game in a way that handicaps the Best Friends for the challenge, and it'll blow up in their face, and past events are gonna be brought up and they're gonna get HURT.

I think Courtney's main reasons for being annoyed at Alejandro and Noah's friendship (outside of Courtney would like to win thanks) is her wanting Alejandro to not get hurt; Noah's already betrayed him (from his perspective), she wouldn't want him getting stabbed in the back again. I dout he'd do that, but Courtney doesn't know that!

Also whenever she'll figure out it's romantic, she's certaintly going to discourage Alejandro to go for it during the show. Dating on Reality TV is not a good idea, they both have negative experiences with it, Courtney especially. Neither would want to go through that again, so conflict arising from it makes sense.

Also also, Courtney might be afraid of losing Alejandro,,, she's lost friends due to relationship drama in the past, hell she's still struggling with the after-effects of her trust being broken so many times. So seeing Alejandro be genuine with someone else? Yeah she's not gonna react well. Im basing this off the line "Alejandro's supposed to only be genuine with her" Because it says ALOT. To me.

This is 100% aromantic projection hour but Societytm constantly pushes romantic relationships as more important than platonic ones, an impression reinforced in media and especially tabloids - Courtney and Alejandro have already been mistaken for a couple in this fic by one of the main characters due to their closeness - so i wouldn't be shocked if either had internalised this and fears losing their one actual friend because they're crushing on someone else.

I don't think Alejandro's expressed much derision for Courtney's crush on Emma yet? So im not sure the conflict on his end would come from that. I think his main issue is trying to push himself too much out of a sense of obligation to be performing at his best all the time (especially now at the final 8 teams and non elimination rounds being pretty random so far) + his guilt over previous performances in challenges. It's 100% going to bite him or Courtney (because i dout she doesn't have similar over working tendencies) in the ass in a MAJOR way in an upcoming challenge. That and their respective competitiveness is probably gonna hurt them in a major way.

FINAL NOTE: I have no fucking clue how this can happen if the final POV's not Courtney but it would be so fucking cool if the closing lines of Amicus Curiae were a parallel to the "This is a terrible idea" that Courtney kept repeating in chapter 1, you know bring it full circle and stuff.

God this post is long

#cheese posting #amicus curiae #oh god i accidentally published this because my phone was being stupid #string cheesing #alenoah #courtnemma #courtemma #td alejandro #td courtney

[makur0]

I-i see you're making smut stuffs of enstar and I secretly read all of it like the thirsting hoe i am and I love it ur my fav smut writer istg HNGHHH😫

do you accept requests? If you do I'm begging and thirsting for a domNiki x fem!reader NSFW where reader teases him so much because they think that hes a soft guy and wont even try to dominate or go rough but oh how they're so wrong about it~ (he got godly stamina from all the food energy he secretly stored for this) and he filled reader to brim to teach them not judge a book by its cover hngghhh~~~ Im so thirsting for domNiki 🥵

ANYWHOO THANKYOUU IF YOU READ THIS AND CONSIDER TO MAKE IT IF ITS NOT TOO MUCH HAVE A NICE DAY❤

Teasing (Day 28)

summary — niki hates when you make fun of him, questioning his dominance. when in reality he's a beast when he's on top... [niki shiina x fem! reader]

content warnings — nsfw, mdni. hard! dom! niki, switch! reader, teasing (obv), penetration, doggy style, creampie, breeding(mentioned), degradation, overstimulation, manhandling

author's note — when i first got this request it wasn't intended for kinktober, but it had a really good scenario that i did want to write about so i simply just added it to my kinktober list (@5ugarcan3)

word count — 1059

YOU THOUGHT NIKI SHIINA WAS A SOFT GUY.

Well, to be completely honest, you thought he was either completely submissive or gay. Who wouldn't, between him and Rinne?

So to say the least you were surprised when you developed a crush on him, and shocked when he was the one to confess to you. Love is weird, ain't it?

At least you had more time to tease the ever-living shit out of him. Commenting on how well he'll be taking a dildo, or being a complete whore over your cunt, or possibly serving you like the good little boy he was. And whenever he would blush furiously and stutter at your bold comments, more and more were you convinced that he indeed was a bottom. Not that you minded, it was pretty cute...

On the other hand, Niki absolutely loathed it. Why on earth did you get the impression that he was nothing but a little toy for pleasure? Why couldn't he be the one to use toys like that? Not only that, but you were so goddamn cocky about it it just made his blood boil.

"Hey, baby," You jumped on the couch he was sitting on, sliding over to him. Niki froze, his hand tightening around his snack as if you were going to steal it.

"..."

"What, no hi for me?" You sighed, leaning against him and pressing a chaste kiss against his ear, smirking as he blushed a bit. "Alright..."

"No, no-" He swallowed, tucking his bar away from your curious eyes. "Hi uh- how was your day?"

"Absolutely terrible without you," you sighed dramatically, flopping over his lap. "I didn't have my little subby boyfriend attached to my hip, so I had to simply tease somebody else."

At that statement the male scowled, his ears still red. "Huh? What do you-?"

"Aw, is my little guy jealous?" You giggled, pawing at his chin. "Afraid that I'll leave you in the dirt?"

"No," He blurted, his blue eyes widening before slouching back at your laugh. "[name], just-"

"Fuck you dumb to make sure I'm yours?" you babbled, tapping his thigh carelessly. "Aw, Niki, you could've just said that earlier, I would have gladly folded you in half already."

That's not-!

"Oho, is this your snack? Don't mind if i do-o?!"

Last straw.

He snatched your hand from grabbing his snack and shoved it into the couch, pressing you into the cushions as he climbed over you with an annoyed gaze. "Niki?"

"For the last fucking time," He cursed, his low tone making your throat dry up. "I'm not a bottom."

"...Then what are you?" You stupidly said, your voice hoarse. "A service dom?"

He dipped his head down to you, your face so close with his that you were mixing breath.

"You're my little bottom."

You opened your mouth, expecting him to kiss you, but instead he snaked down further and pressed his lips against your neck, sucking on it harshly. A surprised groan left you, your hands flying up to his hair and slightly tugging at it.

As he was occupied with your neck his fingers slid into your mouth, you opening wide for him as he muffled your noises. You could feel your sex already heating up, now begging for some relief.

Fortunately god was on your side, because he pulled away from you and flipped you over on the couch, tearing off your pants and undergarments. You tried to look over your shoulder to see him but instead his hand forced your face into the pillow, blocking your sight.

You then felt his warm, leaking cock brush against your ass, and you couldn't help but jerk your hips up in a last, feeble attempt to claim dominance. The attempt that was cruelly laughed at and instead earned a harsh slap to your ass, causing you to shake and moan into the couch pillow.

He gave you little time to get set before he pushed right into you, his cock stretching your insides. After grinding into you, cursing under his breath, he leaned over to hook his hands over your shoulder and fucked into you erratically.

Your eyes blew open, your mouth almost biting the pillow now. You never expected him to be this rough to you, let alone top you. But here you were, moaning like a bitch in heat and Niki completely destroying your cunt.

He tugged at your hair, pulling you away from the pillow as he jaggedly hissed into your ear. "Am I still the fucking bottom now? Yeah? Then what does that make you- fuck- you little whore?"

You could only moan out loudly, your head falling back as he was able to fuck into you deeper, reaching places that you haven't even explored yet. Fuck, this just felt so good...

Spots filled your vision as you came suddenly, a shriek leaving your mouth as you were only forced to arch your back more as Niki quickened his pace on you. Jesus, where was all this stamina coming from? How on earth was Niki, the Niki Shiina that you thought was a simple subby male, making you come so easily?

"Stop moving," He grunted, keeping a bruising grip on your waist. "No- stop it. You're going to take it like the good little slut you are."

A strangled whine left you, but all you could do was, well, take it. Two more mind-numbing orgasms later he finally came into you, his hot load coating your insides. He finally let go of your hair, letting you fall down to the couch shakily, but when he started moving again you closed your thighs, mentally begging for it to stop.

He let you close your thighs but simply flipped you sideways, propping your legs up in order to drill back into you again in the new position with the same vigor he's kept up for roughly twenty minutes now.

"I'm going to make sure you know that you're my slut, not me being yours," He groaned out, carding his fingers through your hair. "God, isn't this funny?" Niki laughed out. "Comical, really... I'm gonna fill you up so well your cunt's gonna be leaking for days. That'll be a good reminder not to mess with me again."

...I can't promise that, love. You don't know how hot this is.

#enstars #ensemble stars #enstars smut #ensemble stars smut #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #kinktober #day 28 #niki shiina #niki shiina x reader #niki shiina smut #5ugar i know youre lurking here somewhere so enjoy :)

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Dirty mind

Part Two to Entertainment.

I love this AU way too much, pour one out for our boy LXC who's going through it.

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Negotiating accords is often a boring affair. It takes a lot of back-and-forth, a lot of figure checking, going over past documents, current events and future prospects.

To be honest, it's got to be one of the most tedious parts of inter-sect politics and the one thing that Lan Wangji dreads most during Discussion Conference week. He knows he must help his brother with this - there are, after all, documents and pieces of information that only the innermost circle of the sect leader has access to - but that doesn't mean he has to like it, or pretend to.

After all, everybody knows he's not particularly sociable and since it's Lan Xichen that's doing most of the talking, Lan Wangji doesn't have to attempt to make himself any more pleasant than he would otherwise be. Which is not a lot.

However, today it won't be just another annoying, entitled sect leader that the Lan delegation will be meeting with. In fact, for possibly the first time in his life, Lan Wangji is looking forward to negotiations - because they're meeting to settle some new trade accords with the Yiling Wei sect.

Which means that he gets to spend the day around Wei Ying, something he hasn't been able to do much lately. Understandable, considering the fact that his beloved is a sect leader now, but that doesn't mean Lan Wangji doesn't miss him immensely the more time they spend apart.

If Lan Wangji could have his way, he'd be negotiating with Wei Ying himself, alone, in one of the guest rooms that the Conference's organizers have provided them with - but since he's not the Lan sect leader, he has to just be happy joining Lan Xichen for the talks and acting something of a glorified secretary during. This is probably the first time Lan Wangji has ever wished he was sect leader instead of his brother - but he doubts he would be able to so patiently deal with the likes of Sect Leader Yao or Sect Leader Ouyang without causing a diplomatic incident.

Anyway, beggars can't be choosers. Even just getting to share space with Wei Ying is a privilege, and Lan Wangji is going to make the best of it - he's donning his best robes, the light blue, embroidered ones that Wei Ying likes (taking off) most, and he's even wearing jewelry. Well, one piece of jewelry, but it's not a random one - it's a fine, silver necklace with a teardrop ruby that Wei Ying's gifted him on his birthday. The chain is rather long, which means that the pendant lands just above Lan Wangji's sternum. There's a reason for this - a reason that has Lan Wangji smile to himself - Wei Ying told him he liked the way the ruby dangles in his face when they-

"Wangji."

Lan Xichen's voice interrupts Lan Wangji's escalating thoughts, and he tries his best not to appear flustered. He knows his brother can read him well, but he still hopes that it's not all written all over his face.

Xichen sighs. "Let's go, I would hate to be late." And he smiles, ever so warm and polite, but his brother can see the mischievous edge. "I know you would as well."

Lan Wangji doesn't reply, picking up the stack of paperwork he has prepared for the meeting and follows his brother out of the room. If his ears are a bit too red, nobody comments on it.

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Lan Wangji is quite sure he will never tire of seeing Wei Ying. His heart will forever do sommersaults in his chest at the sight of his love, no matter how often it may be and no matter what he might look like.

But Lan Wangji would be a filthy liar if he said the sight of his Wei Ying in sect leader robes is not overwhelmingly attractive. God, he looks good in anything (and in nothing at all), but there's something about the ornate robes, the air of authority, the way he carries himself that has Lan Wangji take deep breaths and swallow hard.

And Wei Ying has decided to impress that day. Lan Wangji just hopes he will be able to tear his eyes away from Wei Ying's tastefully cut robes, the sharp V of his neckline and the way his hair falls over his shoulders, a thin drape over the fine embroidery of his clothing and-

"Sect Leader Lan." Wei Ying greets, respectfully, his eyes moving towards Lan Wangji's, warm, loving and teasing. "Hanguang-Jun."

"Sect Leader Wei." Lan Xichen greets with a smile. "Please, have a seat and let us proceed."

Lan Wangji is going to die some time during this meeting, probably. With the way Wei Ying looks at him, it will be a wonder if he doesn't lose his mind within the next five minutes, let alone the two or three hours negotiations usually take.

Wei Ying's head disciple, Wen Ning, hands him a few scrolls, and Wei Ying casually unrolls them, looking over the writing there for a moment before presenting them to Lan Xichen.

Lan Wangji doesn't know why that simple movement seemed so incredibly sexy to him, but he has no time to ponder. He knows he has to provide his own sect's documents now.

Wei Ying doesn't let him lay them onto the table, and takes them from Lan Wangji's hand himself. The touch is tender, brief and electric. Wei Ying smiles at him in that certain way that has Lan Wangji weak and turns to Lan Xichen to discuss it.

Lan Wangji wishes he could be more present. These talks are important, establishing a trade route accord and a cooperation treaty with the Yiling Wei sect is pivotal - the region they reside in is of great strategic value, and the progress Wei Ying has made in cleansing the Burial Mounds is nothing short of exceptional. If the Lan sect manages to establish itself as a primary partner for Yiling Wei, they'll gain a significant advantage over the other sects, economically, politically and in terms of cultivation.

But all Lan Wangji can focus on is how beautiful, competent and, to put it bluntly, hot his partner is. He talks with ease, confidently arguing his points, never raising his voice. He's firm in his demands but not rigid, and he seems to be finding a way to meet Lan Xichen's expectations halfway without placing either of them at a disadvantage.

Lan Wangji is very glad he isn't sect leader now. He would have gotten absolutely nothing done if it had been him to negotiate with Wei Ying. He would have just given him whatever he wanted and then-

"Hanguang-Jun, what do you think of the student exchange initiative?" Wei Ying asks, and he doesn't hide the fact that he knew Lan Wangji has been staring at him, resting his chin on his palm with a poorly concealed sultry look. "Since you're in charge of the teaching at the Cloud Recesses, I figure your input is very important."

Lan Xichen sighs quietly beside him and Lan Wangji feels himself flustered. Still, although he has been thirsting after Wei Ying all throughout the meeting, he hasn't been entirely checked out of the conversation. He's good at multitasking, and he can think with two heads just fine.

"It could be beneficial for the juniors to interact with different kinds of people and encounter new forms of cultivation." Lan Wangji responds, smoothly. "I also believe it would help reduce any stigma about the Yiling Wei sect and its methods among the younger generations."

Wei Ying smiles, fox-like, and Lan Wangji has decided he's had enough of being the only one teased.

So, with Wei Ying's attention still on him, he very casually loosens his lapels just enough for Wei Ying's eyes to catch onto the piece of jewelry Lan Wangji has worn especially for him.

"Not to mention," he continues, "it would contribute to strengthening our sect relations."

Wei Ying's eyes flash red for a moment before he turns to answer whatever Lan Xichen has just asked. Lan Wangji didn't hear it and he isn't that bothered about it - the look on Wei Ying's face is enough for him to know this negotiation won't last much longer.

And if he just happens to busy himself playing with his necklace, that can always be attributed to idleness.

It's a bit funny, watching Wei Ying struggle to pay attention as his eyes follow the way Lan Wangji's fingers trace over the silver chain, and every so often let go in favor of the red jewel, messing with it in a way that shouldn't be so suggestive.

Expectedly, negotiations end shortly after. All vital points of interest have been met, there were virtually no points of contention and the final draft of the document will be signed tomorrow.

When Xichen stands up and bows to leave, Wangji knows he has to leave too, he needs to debrief with his brother and send a few letters back home. He will be visiting Wei Ying later.

However, before he can stand, Xichen places a hand on his shoulder and squeezes a bit too hard. "I will leave you to settle whatever had the two of you so... antsy."

He walks out with Wen Ning in tow, and sets a pace much too quick for the occasion.

He knows the inhabitants of the now empty room won't wait long.

#mdzs #mo dao zu shi #wangxian #writing attempts