#If it weren't obvious I'm talking about like established

[naruto-auzumaki]

Kakaobi are switches, first of all. Just letting y'all know before I get into this. Anyways Kakashi when he tops is SUPER fucking soft and gentle and likes being the giver of body worship. Presses lingering kisses against Obito's scars, between his shoulder blades, to his hands and to his thighs. Thank you that is all goodbye

#kakaobi #obikaka #kkob #obkk #Hatake Kakashi #Uchiha Obito #Obito Uchiha #Kakashi Hatake #Kakashi #Obito #naruto tag #If it weren't obvious I'm talking about like established #healthy relationship kkob

[ellecdc]

Ooooo Mother, i'll do one better!!

What about the boys (established relationship) being needy over reader?? Like something she does or says or wears.

ooooooooof good one babes

okay, mature content ahead: viewer discretion is advised

James:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

certified simp, there would be no question what was going through his mind when he get's needy like this

glassy eyes just ogling you

following you around like a lost puppy - his friends would joke that you had him on some invisible leash

probably has a hand on you at all times

I see him getting a little whiny: "can we go now?" "the party's almost over, right?" "they won't miss us for a few minutes?"

whatever ends up happening afterwards is rushed and frantic - it's very obvious how absolutely desperate he was for you

Sirius:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

I don't think he lets you make a full round of the party before he's pulling you up to his dorm and locking the door

"Siri! I was talking to Emmeline!"

He'd scoff at you as he started shedding his clothes. "You come down stairs looking like that and expect me not to want to jump your bones immediately? Fuck, look at you; who even gave you permission to look this good, huh?"

idk about you but that sentence alone would have me in a puddle

ravishes you - you both look like a right mess afterwards

he takes about 30 seconds to revert back to his dishevelled rockstar appearance (which is so unfair because it took you a little longer to get ready tonight)

he dutifully helps you get redressed - the whole nine yards. Hair, makeup, outfit; though he makes sure some of the marks he's decorated your skin with are visible... "they compliment the ensemble, doll face"

Remus:

you come down the stairs to the Gryffindor party looking like that

he's got a good pokerface, but there'd be signs

he'd be a little quieter during conversations - most of his attention placed on you, one of his hands would be near his mouth as he played with his lips (like a nervous tick, almost like he really wants a cigarette right now)

but this man's M.O.? Get you feeling just as needy as he is

he would ask you to dance - and it'd be sinful: your back pressed up against his front as your hips sways in sync to the beat

his hands would be all over you: running up and down your thighs, slipping under the skirt of your dress, arms wrapping around your middle, gentle kisses pressed to your ears and neck

he'd have you so wound up and when you finally turn in his lap to ask him if he wanted to go upstairs, he'd smile at you and say "great idea, dove. I don't think they'll miss us for a little while."

get's exactly what he wanted and somehow it had been your idea

Regulus:

you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that

I think it would piss him off a little bit, quite frankly - how dare you come down stairs looking that good and acting like you weren't knocking the wind out of Regulus? (and likely every other partygoer there)

I think because he's feeling slightly jealous/a little peeved at you, he'd keep his distance at the party; but you would feel his eyes on you all night

his predatory gaze watching you as you navigate the party, sending threatening glares at anyone getting too close or was looking for too long

finally as the party is dying down, you're halfway through a conversation with Dorcas when you feel a looming presence behind you

"We're leaving." He says simply, taking your elbow and ushering you towards the dorm rooms.

you try to scold him for interrupting your conversation and rudely dragging you away from the party

he narrows his eyes and looks you up and down: "you don't get to show up to the party looking like sex on a stick and then berate me for finally getting you alone"

you smirk at him. "if you wanted me alone so bad, all you had to do was ask"

"Well, here I am." "I'm all yours, reg"

Barty:

you come down the stairs to the Slytherin party looking like that

your foot has barely hit the last step before you're hastily thrown over Barty's shoulder and he's running to his dorm room

"But Barty! The party!"

"Fuck the party! There are more important things to do."

you guys never make it back to the party - a shame too, you really liked that dress....the one that was since ripped off of your body and sat in a pile on the floor

"Don't worry treasure, I'll buy you 40 more of those dresses; though I can't promise they won't end up in the same state"

#marauders era #marauders au #marauders fanfiction #reader insert #self insert #sirius black #remus lupin #james potter #regulus black #barty crouch jr #james potter x reader #james potter x you #sirius black x reader #sirius black x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x you #regulus black x reader #regulus black x you #barty crouch jr x reader #barty crouch jr x you #headcanons #marauders headcanon #ellecdc fics

[moongumi]

⁀➷ ∵  ❝ just a human ❞

⟶ neteyam x fem!human!reader

⟶ he should've never fallen for a human

⟶ cw. rough drabble ⭒ headcanons ⭒ jealousy ⭒ angsty ⭒ aged up ⭒ BREAKUP ⭒ interspecies relationship ⭒ alien x human ⭒ established situation-ship

⟶ note. i've never tried to write something like this before, but i was feelin angsty. lmk what you think, i dont really know what style this is but i guess its a drabble/hc kinda thing?? it's fun! not edited or anything really

⭒ it wasn't obvious when things started to change, but slowly it became more and more noticeable the way you were being treated.

⭒ he'd leave early in the day before you'd even wake up, when he'd come back he'd say that he was in a rush and didn't think.

"i didn't mean to okay?" he said, bluntly. he moves past you rather quickly. "you wouldn't have been up yet, anyway."

your eyebrows are stitched together, feeling that odd feeling inside your chest as if something was wrong. it felt like a bad time to press matters, even if it hurts to keep those feelings in.

"you could've still asked, i would've gone with you."

neteyam sighs, putting away his bow. his eyes can't meet yours, darting anywhere but at them. "yea, i know."

⭒ you can't pinpoint the reason for his coldness. inside the lab, everyone could feel it. you weren't good at hiding your feelings but neither was he.

⭒ kiri likes to visit her mom, bring lo'ak and neteyam who's body stiffens the seconds he sees you. it wasn't just him though, they all seemed to be acting differently. only kiri remained truly nice to you.

"hey!" kiri waves her hand at you as if there wasn't a huge chill in the room from the tension.

you smiled at her from your desk, continuing with your daily reports without uttering a word.

⭒ neteyam can't keep his feelings off his face, it was obvious. his coldness was within reason, it was out of his control even if he hates it.

⭒ it hurts him to see you that way. alone most of the day, no one really your age since you were closer in range with them. most were far beyond adulthood and nothing much to really talk to about.

⭒ you were the closest to kiri, and well kiri couldn't help it but talk to you. he notices the way you've been avoiding her now, because of him.

⭒ it wasn't until the day that neteyam noticed you weren't in the lab, that his heart leaps and feels that surging feeling of impending doom.

"she went out in the morning," one of the lab guys said. neteyam rushes to your desk, the same one you've always sat at and looks through piles of sticky notes and journals. his large hands practically destroying everything in it's path.

a gasp from behind him was heard, "what are you doing neteyam, she's going to be so pissed you decided to ruin her stuff."

kiri didn't seem to feel that awful gut feeling he felt. he turns to her with a frantic look on his face, finally looking over at the monitor to find a sticky note with your small handwriting, 'out for the day, i think it's hunting season but don't worry, i'll be back later.'

"she's not stupid," kiri said, following her brother as he gathers his weapons and ionar. he was on a mission, his lips are in the tight line.

neteyam shakes his head, going towards the edge of the cliffs where his ikran rests, "i know, but right now she's really stupid–she knows it's hunting season why would she go?"

"i'm sure she's fine."

⭒ you were indeed fine. but neteyam was not.

⭒ neteyam rushes off his ikran with a mission. angry rushes through his bones as he pushes himself through the vegetation to spot you with a boy, a na'vi boy.

"what are you doing?"

you seemed unphased by him. not even bothering to reply. this seemed to make his blood boil by the second. the na'vi boy looks awkwardly been the two of you.

"and what are you doing here?"

the na'vi boy stutters, unable to say a word to the first born son of the clan leader.

your voice was flat, lacking emotion, "he gave me a ride." you get up off the ground, hands filled with bags of random plants and rocks.

⭒ he's never been so annoyed. he didn't think he'd get jealous easily, he thought things like this wouldn't bother him.

⭒ lo'ak always bothered him, pointing out his mood which doesn't make it any better.

"just talk to her man, she'll hate you forever if you don't."

⭒ he did. he talked to you, he stood there. the boy you liked, stands there telling you how he couldn't be with you. he was scared, of his feelings and what others would think.

you scoff, angrily you shoved him. pointing at him, "you of all people, i didn't think would care so much of what people think."

"i don't, i–look, my mother doesn't like humans, she hates spider–he's like my brother and she never sees him," he explains. feeling the moisture in his eyes gather, he wipes them off quickly. his eyes trail the ground at your feet.

you look away, "so it's your mom?"

"it's everyone," he kicks the ground, "i should've never fallen for a human."

"is that what you see us as?"

his eyebrows are stitched together, unable to form words as his mind is frazzled.

"aliens, i am just a human to you–not anything more." it hurts, it really does.

⭒ it was then that you listed the possibilities of what was wrong with you. what didn't you have that he wanted. you didn't want to believe that he would let that affect him, what others think or see.

⭒ he's lying to himself, he kicks himself after being reminded of how much of a skxawng he was.

⭒ tuk found out what he did, she was really angry. she really liked you, you always took her places with you. everytime she'd see neteyam she'd hiss at him.

"hah, she hates you," kiri sings. she's also not his biggest fan after finding out from the source how much of his asshole her brother was.

⭒ it was then, they needed to leave. to save the tribe–to save everyone. neteyam and his family had to leave.

⭒ the weather was awful that day, as if even eywa knew. he's completely covered in rainwater, head to toe trying to find you.

⭒ you're saying bye to kiri and tuk.

"you're not coming?" it was the first words he'd spoken to you since, almost a month ago. it wasn't like he didn't try, his mouth always tried to say something but the moment you'd spot him–felt his energy, you were gone, avoiding him like the plague.

kiri took tuk away, knowing that this was about to get dirty. you shrugged, watching the way the water fell from his pretty face after not really getting a look at him all this time, "what do you mean?"

"since you're saying bye, i assume you know–but you're not going with us? but you're my fa–"

an ironic laugh leaves your lips, interrupting him, "i'm just a human, neteyam, i know my place."

⭒ neteyam never had felt heartbreak before, not before today. irony, your heart broke a month ago. he'd not only lost his home, but he lost...his true home.

end note. if you made it this far I HAVE A TAGLIST, if you wanna be tagged that is <;3

© moongumi 2023. all rights reserved, do not copy and publish my writing anywhere else.

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[mimimui]

Hihihi I love love love your worksss ahhh! Congratulations of 1k! May I request Jing Yuan or Blade with buko pandan?

(the menu including items being Filipino foods are so cute btw!)

don't make it obvious! (honkai star rail)

wherein you're secretly dating (character) and you both hide your relationship.

includes: jing yuan, blade

tags: mi's 1k, established relationship, fluff, i just realized it's difficult for me to write this prompt, not proofread

a/n: thank you thank yooou <3 there is no 'or' here, i will write for both >:( hcs for jing yuan and blade who hide their relationship with their s/o + i didn't think anyone would notice it was filipino food hehe .. enjoy !

JING YUAN

jing yuan's enemies are either dead or already captured, so them being a threat to you is out of the picture.

there really is no reason for you to hide your relationship with jing yuan, but you both prefer to keep it secret for privacy. you two agreed it's better to not have the public judge your relationship based only on what they see.

you don't have a difficult time with keeping the relationship a secret. jing yuan, however, can't always keep his hands to himself. when you're in public, he'll casually snake his arm around you waist, which you have to remind him to stop doing.

he'll sneak in a kiss on the cheek too if he's feeling sneaky, just to see your reaction to it.

it's hard not to laugh at the people who gush about jing yuan, talking about how they possibly had a chance with the general, if they were given the time.

yanqing would find it suspicious that jing yuan dismisses him every time you pay him a visit. he brushes it off though, thinking it's probably just two adults having a boring conversation.

poor little lieutenant.

(y/n): do you any plans on telling yanqing? jing yuan: i don't have any. (smiles) (y/n): what would he think if he finds out his general has been hiding a secret like this from him? jing yuan: that boy will understand. i don't want to tell him yet though, i'd prefer to keep you to myself.

overall, hiding your relationship with jing yuan is kind of fun. you can only imagine the reactions you'll receive from others when you tell them. if you ever decide to reveal this relationship, that is.

whatever you decide, jing yuan is with you. though he wants the show the entire luofu his love for you, he'd also keep it between you two if you wish.

BLADE

ever the remarkable sworsdman, blade could only ever fall to one person's hand—you.

he could never call you his weakness because you are everything but that. he finds strength when he's with you, and he says you're the one thing he's grateful for in the universe.

but he can't deny the fact his enemies will try to target you to get him, therefore making you a weakness.

you understand his side, and you know why he wishes to keep your relationship a secret—even from the other stellaron hunters. it's hard to find time for each other, but neither of you give up on it. every moment you two get alone together, you make the most of it.

it's not difficult to hide your relationship with blade, but finding the time and making the excuses to be with him is. after all, continuously using the excuse "i'm going out with a friend." is getting kind of suspicious.

it's also difficult when other people flirt with you or try to set you up with someone because you've been "single for too long."

for blade's sake, you reject all their offers and say you aren't interested in getting into a relationship at the moment.

there was one time you coincidentally went to the same place as blade, and he saw someone trying to get your attention. you actually congratulated him for not driving that person away from you when he saw.

(y/n): you weren't jealous? (teasing) blade: ... (y/n): congratulations, blade. you actually held back! blade: ...

you don't mind hiding your relationship with blade. though you wish you could be with him more openly, this just allows you to appreciate time spent with him more.

blade appreciates you all the same, and is willing to live a little longer because of you.

thanks for reading (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

#honkai star rail x reader #star rail x reader #hsr x reader #jing yuan x reader #hsr jing yuan x reader #blade x reader #hsr blade x reader

[mybelovedwoo]

in which he shows you his new room

wooyoung x f!reader

fluff, established relationship, smut / wc: 2.2k

warnings: SMUT, unprotected sex, oral (fem receiving), making out, use of petnames, suuuper vanilla!!!

note: okay so this is my first official smut. i don't know what I think about it, or if I'm gonna write more in the future, I first have to figure it out if I'm comfortable enough with it. this was just a try. please tell me how you liked it, so that I can know if I should or shouldn't write something similar in the future.

You were so excited to finally see your boyfriend's new room in real life. He recently moved out of his old apartment, where he lived with all eight of the boys, and now they moved to a bit smaller one, but it's divided into three groups, of 3:3:2. You were one of those people who helped him pick out all the furniture and decorations he bought for it, but he didn't let you see the whole of the room until it was all finished.

You went on a shopping spree, with Wooyoung, San, and both of their moms. It was nice that you weren't the only responsible one there, because you would have been in big trouble with only the two boys. Wooyoung most definitely wanted the opinion of the two most important women of his life.

But it's been almost a month since they moved into their new apartment, and he finally invited you to sleep over at his place because he claimed that his room was perfectly done now. You didn't mention it to him, but you were actually pretty disappointed that you couldn't help him with the whole moving process. It would have been so much fun, and you loved to spend every time with him that you possibly can. But you understood that he wanted this as a surprise for you.

It's going to be a bit strange that you finally going to have some privacy at his place too. Until now you could act all lovey-dovey at your place only because he lived with seven other boys and shared a room with two of them. It was impossible to have privacy there, let's be honest. It happened one time, that you kissed him in front of one of them at the old dorm and you were told not to do it ever again when they are around because apparently, "it's gross". Wooyoung was mad at them because after that you paid attention to it, and he said "my girlfriend isn't even kissing me because of you guys" all the time when he initiated a kiss and you rejected it.

You texted Wooyoung that you are about to arrive, so he can be all ready and help you find their door. You just knew you can't find it alone in this huge building. And he did so, he was already waiting for you at the front of the building complex.

"Hey, beautiful." He greeted you with a sweet kiss and took the bag out of your hands. You were glad you didn't have to ask him to do so because your hands were about to fall off if you had to carry it even for one more minute. You weren't an over-packer, but you came for the whole night and you have to go to work the next day, so had to pack all the stuff you needed to make yourself at least a bit presentable.

You took the elevator, the building was a lot higher than the previous one. "Nobody's home yet. So we can do whatever we want." Wooyoung flashed a very playful smile at you, he even winked at you. "And what do we want to do?" You asked him back as you raised your eyebrows with a questioning look. You know he's not that bold to say out loud what he's thinking about, he just likes to tease you, and what he likes, even more, is when you tease him back.

He just laughed it off because he got all shy, as always. When you got to the door, he entered the pin code and said "I've already talked with Hongjoong and Jongho and they both agreed that I can give you the pin, so you can come in and out whenever you want." He placed a peck on your left cheek after it, and let you go in first, as the gentleman he is. It wasn't anything new to anyone, you had the pin to the other dorm too, it was an obvious thing for the boys too since you were basically living there.

"Woah, it is so different." You looked around the unfamiliar space with sparkling eyes, trying to take in every new thing to remember it for later. First of all, he showed you the kitchen, it was a bit smaller than the last one, but it's still enough for the three of them. He told you he's going to cook you all your favorite meals in here while you are going to give him company, just as you do in your place. He even said that he's gonna learn new recipes and gonna improve his cooking skill.

After that, he showed you the bathroom, because it's an essential, especially tonight when you stay the night. It only has a shower, no bath, nothing else than the previous one. Of course, you were also interested in these parts of the apartment, but you were already very impatient since you wanted to see his room the most, and how it turned out.

"So where is your room?" You couldn't take it anymore, but you didn't know that he did it on purpose, to make you more anticipated and to tease you of course. "You are so impatient, baby." He chuckled knowing that his plan worked.

"You know I am, so are you gonna show me or did I come here for nothing?" You pulled his arm, to give in to you. It works most of the time because he actually can't say no to you, he just likes to act like a tough guy. 

"I thought you came because of me." He pouted. You pulled him close to you by his shoulders and kissed that pout off of his face. You can never resist it when he does that, sometimes you annoy him on purpose just so you could see it.

You slowly pulled your face away from him, but only that far away to be able to see his face clearly. "You know my weakness so well." He whispered so quietly, you could barely hear it. Wooyoung's biggest weakness was you, it wasn't a secret.

"Come, this is my room." He gave in to you and opened the door that was closest to the kitchen. As you entered the familiar scent of your boyfriend hit you immediately. It felt comforting as if you just arrived home from a long trip. The whole room looked like him, you saw his personality in everything. You couldn't help but smile.

"So, you like it?" He asked you nervously. "I got the bigger bed as San's mom suggested!" He hopped on his bed, showing off how much space he has now. The only thing you saw from his bedroom before was his bed when you went on that shopping spree with them, you tried out many beds, but San's mom was right this was the nicest of them all.

"I like it a lot." You hopped down next to him on the bed and he instantly put his arms around you, just out of habit. "I like it because you like it." You added and cupped his left cheek with your hand, then gave a peck to his mouth. You both smiled into that kiss.

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You were laying on your stomach on Wooyoung's bed watching as your boyfriend played a video game on his tv in front of you, he was sitting on his beanbag. You loved these "quiet" moments with him, that were not so quiet because of his yelling when he was close to losing. 

You were getting bored so you stood up stretching out a little. "I think I'm gonna take a shower. You can join me if you want." You wanted him to pay some attention to you it wasn't something you concealed. But you knew him too much, so you knew he most likely won't when he's in the middle of his game, not because he didn't want to, but because he can't multitask.

"Yeah yeah, just go ahead." He turned his head towards you, but he didn't take his eyes off of the tv. You didn't take it to heart so you went to take a long shower, using his body wash because you forgot yours at home and now you smell like your boyfriend.

You took your time with that hot shower, but the time you went back to his room you saw he started a new game. He promised you that the previous game would be his very last one, and you can watch a movie together after. You don't know what got into you, but instead of dressing up in your pajamas, you decided to sit on your boyfriend's lap facing him, maybe being annoyed with him or the lack of attention did it.

It took him off guard, that he immediately forgot about his game, you heard his friends yelling at him from the other side of his headphones, but he just ignored them. "Hey." Was all you said with a sheepish smile, knowing what you just started. He took his controller in his hands once again, but just to shut the game down for good now.

"I see you finished your shower already." He placed his hands on both sides of your hips. "I guess I missed my chance." Ohh so he did hear what you offered to him, he just didn't live with the opportunity.

There was just a thin layer of the towel wrapped around your body, nothing else, just your naked body under it. "I was hoping that you would join me, but I guess I'm not that important to you." You tried to get up from your seat, but his hands were strongly glued on your hips, you couldn't even move an inch from there.

"I'm giving you all my attention to you now baby." And he took your breath away with a passionate kiss. He always knew how to work you on, he knew you and your body like nobody else ever. He deepened his kiss with every move of his mouth, pulling your body closer and closer to him until it wasn't possible anymore. Your hips started moving on their own, you had no control over your body, only one person did. You could feel his bulge growing underneath you, you could feel everything since you had nothing on to cover it.

He was the one who pulled away first, you were chasing after his lips, wanting more, but also you were a little glad he did so you could catch your breath a little. "God, I didn't even realize how much I missed you."

"Then show me how much you missed me." You wrapped your arms around his neck, and he picked you up from that position, holding you by your butt to carry you over to the bed. On the way, the towel from around your body slipped away somewhere in the room. He carefully places you on it, you settle into a more comfortable position so now your head is on the pillow.

He climbed on top of you and started kissing you once again more softly now than before. Wooyoung impatiently discovered every curve of your body with his hands, then his kisses drifted lower and lower. First, he started kissing your neck,  tracing wet spots on your sensitive skin. He couldn't settle in one place, then he continued to travel down through your chest and then down to your lower abdomen, worshipping every part of your body.

Just before he reached between your legs, he looked up at you and asked "Can I have you?", you looked deep into his eyes and said a really breathy "please", you couldn't cover up your pleasure, actually you didn't want to either. He loved seeing your facial expressions as he pleased you, how your face changed with his every move, he loved seeing how much control he has over you.

Just when you felt your orgasm building up, you grabbed Wooyoung's hair, so he won't stop until you finish. But just right then he got out of your grasp and stopped his work. You looked down at him, seeing a smug smile on his face, you were confused why he stopped, but before you could ask him that question as if he read your mind he answered you. "I don't want you to have your orgasm just yet." He gave a quick peck on your pouty lips.

"Then please, I want you so bad." You pulled him closer to you and kissed him passionately, your hands got to work and you started undressing him. First, you helped him take off his shirt, then unbuttoned his jeans, he did the rest of it on his own while you waited for him patiently. He tried to be as quick as possible, so you don't have to wait for too long. He didn't even waste any time and got back to you, continuing to kiss you as much as you deserved it, and when you finally became one with each other, he couldn't decide what to kiss so he switched between your lips and neck. 

As your bodies synchronized,  you moved in one rhythm. The closeness, the fact that he is here with you and anyone else, the love you felt in your heart got you on the edge of the cliff. And with one last thrust of his hips, you both came at the same time and give each other all the love you have.

After staying like that for a few minutes to be able to come off of your highs, he pushed himself off of you and laid down on your right wrapping his arms around your torso. He gave a kiss on the top of your head with a "mwahhh" sound. "I guess the new apartment is inaugurated now."

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[sky-is-the-limit]

"Illicit Affairs"

F!Reader x Captain Price

CW: NSFW content, angst, age-gap, hurtful language, Afab!reader.

Distinctions: "///" and italics are used for flashbacks.

WC: 3493 words.

P.s: I'm not a writer! This is my first attempt at writing a long completed one-shot with a smut scene, so any feedback is more than welcome!

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"For you, I would ruin myself

A million little times."

2 missed calls.

In the dead of night is when he calls. Soft whispers and long pauses as if a slight raise of the voice would make this real. Normal. Nothing with John Price is normal. You knew that since the moment you met him in that gloomy bar almost a year ago. It beckoned patrons in and then sucked them into a depression for the rest of the evening with bad drinks and rude staff.

Not the type of establishment for a young woman in her mid-twenties to stumble upon however your recent breakup ensured a long night filled with bad decisions and a clouded judgment to both the place and the company. Only if you knew how a drunken night and a soft whispered 'okay' would alter your life from that day on.

You remember every single detail like you're reliving the same memory every time your phone rings and you see the usual name pop up on your screen, making your heart ache. It wasn't the way he courted you that night. No, John was never good with words or romantic gestures.

He was sitting at the end of the bar, crouched over his drink while staring at his half-finished whiskey with tired eyes. You'd think someone as handsome as him would draw the attention of many at first, but it was obvious that the last thing he wanted was just that. His demeanour was unwelcoming, never spearing a single glance at anyone but the alcohol, his melancholy transparent to unwanted company.

You can't really single out what it was that made you sit down on the stool next to him that night. You remember reading about how Greek mythology described sirens. How seduction was tied back to them, enchanting sailors with their melodious voices only to drag them down at sea to drown. That's exactly how it felt when he turned to look at you, eyes locked in a shared understanding. You knew exactly where you'd end up that night from the second you ordered your first drink.

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"What can I get you to drink?" The bartender asked, his smile polite but not quite friendly.​

"A cosmo, please." Your attempt at not looking at the stranger next to you failed as your eyes trailed to him for a quick second. He wasn't bothered with your presence next to him, his gaze not leaving his drink as if it would get stolen. You weren't expecting much anyway. Maybe your mood on the inside was equally displaying on the outside.

"That would be 8,50." The drink is placed in front of you while you take out your wallet from your purse. You feel bad for yourself tomorrow as it seems that it's gonna be a long night of you doing this motion.

"Put the lady's drinks on my tab." Of course he'd sound like that. Gruff and husky. Little did you know that this voice that you hear for the first time would be the core of agony and bliss in your life.

The conversation shared between the two of you wasn't long. It wasn't a scene out of a rom-com where the two love interests would talk for hours, not noticing the pass of time as they discover that they're made for one another. All it took was 45 minutes of long pauses and blatant flirtatious remarks, tailored perfectly so as not to reveal much about him.

The question is, if you could go back in time to prevent this, perhaps if technology was advanced enough so you could slap yourself, would you still follow him out of that bar? Or would you save yourself countless sleepless nights of crying in your pillow because no matter what you do, you can never be enough. You already know the answer.

"My car is parked close." He mumbled, bringing the glass back to his lips, finishing it with one sip before titling his head to look at you, his eyes locked onto yours, there was a deep, obvious hunger within them yet searching for any signs of hesitation. It was crystal clear to both of you how this night would end.

"Okay." The soft tone in your voice, in contrast to your improper thoughts, led his lips to gently curl at the corners of his mouth, nets of barely visible wrinkles forming at the corners of his eyes. Any doubts clouding your mind now entirely vanished to the sight in front of you. Not many words followed next. Only hand on your lower waist, guiding you through the semi-empty parking lot.

During those 45 minutes of conversation and thoughts running wild, your intuition was correct. He was exactly what you needed. The limited space of the car didn’t matter at all. Not when you were manhandled against the steering wheel, with his lips against your neck as his fingers were gripping tightly on your hips, guiding them up and down onto his.

The electric feel of his length inside your walls, blending with the intensity of being full to nearly a breaking point, sent your body trembling with pleasure. Something primal in your stomach twisted at the thought of being so effortlessly pliable to him. You were drunk on him and couldn't get enough.

An hour later, the windows were still foggy from humidity, a soft tune playing on the radio accompanying the comfortable silence between the two of you.

"I just realized.." a soft chuckle escaped your lips mid sentence, shaking your head sightly at the silliness of the situation whilst your fingers were fixing the state of your mini skirt.

"I don't even know your name." In other similar situations where you found yourself with a lonely stranger to spend the night, you never cared for their names. It was meaningless, you'd forget them anyway.

"John."

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The first piece of information about his life came unintended after three weeks, and so did the first disappointment. Before he dropped you off at your place the first time, you made an agreement. The chemistry was undeniably there. The weight was taken off from your shoulders even for an hour. An hour you'd both like to repeat, and so it was set. He'd call you whenever he was done with his hectic schedule, you'd meet him at the usual bar and then back to his car.

It was clear from both of you that these clandestine meetings would be physical, discreet, and nothing more. The heart doesn't listen though, does it?

/ / /

The night sky was aglow with bright city lights. The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night sky and under it two liars finding comfort in each other, acting like it's nothing. Once again, you find yourself in the passenger seat of his car, trying to catch your breath from his touch while he lits up a cigar.

This time, he didn't bother putting on his shirt, and you can't help but stare. The way the moonlight paints his pale skin, eyes closed before exhaling the smoke towards the sky through the half-opened window. It's a nasty habit, the permanent smell of tobacco on his clothes, his breath, your skin..and yet you crave it whenever he doesn't call.

"Hey, uh, do you have any water with you?" It's only natural for you to be thirsty after another night with him. You always remind yourself to carry a bottle in your purse but always forget from the anticipation to see him.

"I think there's an unopened bottle in the backseat." He mumbled without taking his eyes off the night sky. With one knee on the seat, you turn your body around to reach for the bottle, but something else next to it steals your attention. A military jacket.

"I didn't know you were in the military." How would you know? He never shares any personal information. It's the invisible veil ensuring that your agreement won't change.

"I never told you." Right. His tone is different, though, not as stern as other times when he turned down any attempts from you to get to know him. Maybe it's time for you to test the waters.

"I have a question for you, and it's quite serious." Though you try your best to sound sincere, the tone of your voice immediately gives you away as you turn to face him, hugging your knees as your feet touch the leather seat of his car. You know it bothers him, but he never says anything.

"Oh no, what is it?" He matches your playful attitude, turning his head away from the moon so he can stare at you instead. It shouldn't mean anything that he threw his cigar outside without finishing it, and yet you can't help but wonder if it's a way to show you that you have his undivided attention. That he cares to listen, even if the question following is silly.

"What's your favourite colour?" You finally ask, seizing the moment to get a genuine reaction from him, no walls or guards up, and you do. It starts with a deep sigh and a disapproving shake of the head before a soft chuckle escapes his freshly kissed lips. In that moment, a scary thought creeped into your mind. If you could hear this sound for the rest of your days, you wouldn't mind at all.

The drive to your house felt different this time. More promising. Someone might call you deluded for even daring to think that getting two answers out of him means that it's a step closer to his heart, but you have to try.

The engine of the car stopping snaps you out of your thoughts, fingers touching the handle of the door nervously without the intent to actually open it. Try.

"Hey, um, so I was thinking, perhaps if you're free this week, uh-" What a mess of nerves. You don't even have to turn to look at him to feel his gaze on you, and suddenly, your skin is on fire. "We could go for a coffee? Maybe?" You blurt out, trying hard to ignore your heart trying to burst out your chest.

A shattering silence followed, making you want to exit the vehicle without saying a word, crawl into your bed, and pretend it never happened. It was the next part that felt like someone ripped out your anxious heart and tore it into pieces. A simple..

"No." He mumbled, turning his face away from you, but this time it was you who was staring. His fingers were gripping tightly on the steering wheel, knuckles turning white. Was it hope or plain stupidity that made you go on, push a little harder to get a complete answer out of him. You promised to yourself to never fall into desperation for another man and yet there you were, embarrassing yourself for someone who only spares a few words and an hour on you, rejecting the thought of getting to know more than your body.

"No, as in you're not free or -"

"No as in I don't want to, Y/N." His voice was painfully uninterested, not breaking eye contact so his point would get across before he continued.

"This.." He lifted his index finger to point between the two of you "is exactly what we agreed upon. I pick you up, I fuck you and I drop you off. That's only what is ever going to be." You knew. It didn't hurt less to hear it in that manner.

"Don't ask more of me cause I can tell you right now, you're not going to get it." Right.

`You're an idiot.` You quietly murmur against your pillow, hugging it tightly as if it could wash away the embarrassment that made your stomach hurt. The only reply you managed to give him was a small nod before exiting his car.

Your dignity to tell him that you can't see him anymore was nowhere to be found as you kept answering his calls every single time.

/ / /

It's your fault. You made an agreement and you were solely the one breaking it. In your defence, you didn't know that he would alter everything. That not a day would pass without him occupying your brain constantly, like he was a permanent tattoo you were meant to carry forever. The days turned to months, 4 months specifically, the unchanging routine slowly taking away pieces of your heart waiting for it to shatter completely.

At that point in time came the next piece of information you got to know about him that made you wish you'd stop answering the phone.

/ / /

"I'll be gone for a few weeks." You don't like the feeling creeping inside of you, you have no right to feel it. He's not yours to keep, he's not yours to ask if he's gonna miss you or if he's gonna call.

"Oh?" It came out as a mumble from your mouth, trying to appear nonchalant but fooling no one.

"Mhm." Another cigar, another incomplete answer.

"Is it a work thing?" No matter how hard you try, your nervousness gives you away, fingers fidgeting, eyes staring out at the sky.

"Mission, in a different country." He finally admitted, before closing his eyes tightly. He wasn't meant to confess that much.

"When will you be back?" You never learn, do you?

"If- When I come back, I'll let you know." Though the tone of his voice was unchanged, ignoring the slip of the tongue in the beginning, it made your world stop spinning and your heart drop to your stomach. If.

/ / /

The first few nights after that you couldn't sleep. The realisation hit you harder that you expected. You were falling in love and it was eating you alive. You didn't know where he was, if he was okay, if he was alive, if he was coming back to you. You weren't his home, though. You were merely a weakly distraction that he could replace with ease, judging from how little of his heart he gives you.

Nonetheless, it doesn't change how you feel. And so you lay in bed every night, recalling all the small details he has given you, all his unnoticeable habits that mean so much to you, the way his lips feel against yours, how he kisses you with the force of a thousand crushing waves like he's drowning and you're the oxygen he needs, how you feel like one soul when he's holding you close, arms fondling your sides while he's buried deep inside you, leaving breathless whispers against your skin.

Exhausted, you wait for your phone to ring one more time, to know that he's safe, home. When it finally does, with tears glistening in your eyes, you think to yourself that, yes, this can be enough. Until the next time.

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"You take me so well love, fuck-" His head fell back against the headrest, eyes closed and breathing heavy, his hands gripping your thighs as you were sinking down on him.

You could barely focus on the movement, pulling up slowly then rolling your hips down, hot muscles strangling his length while contracting around him.

"John-" His name escaped your lips incoherently, like a desperate cry while panting against his shoulder, feeling every inch of him inside you.

"You're gonna be the death of me-" His fingers weaved through your hair, pulling on it slightly with one hand, leaving the other free to softly press your back against the steering wheel, exposing your breasts bouncing to the rhythm of your hips grinding against him. He couldn't wait to have this sight in front of him again, dreaming about your soft skin, the sounds you make when he bucks up his hips onto yours.

He wasted no time wrapping his lips around your pert nipple, sucking slowly before trailing his fingers down to your clit, rubbing it in slow motions with the right amout pressure that sends you over the edge.

"Fuck-" You gasp loudly to the welcoming sensation, surging forward to press your lips onto his in a sloppy kiss. Your hands make their way to each side of his head as you press your chest against his, your nipples brushing up and down against his warm skin to match your hips, sliding down faster with each second.

"God, I missed this, missed you riding me so fucking good, love" He groaned against your lips, sending shivers down your spine as his hands held tightly onto your waist, thrusting you harder down his cock, so deep inside your walls that you can feel your slick coming out of your core.

"I missed you." You can't even process the words, they left your mouth before your brain could catch up, your hips snapping against his and the cry of his name filling the hot car, you orgasm pulsing in warm waves through your body.

This time he doesn't rush. He lets your body stay still, collapsed onto his with the only sound present being your breathless sighs. His hands are still on your waist, unmoving, holding you close against his chest while his forehead softly touches your shoulder.

"I missed you." You have to tell him. Even if you're not brave enough for anything other than a soft whisper, with eyes closed tightly awaiting for him to say something, even if it's something he'll blame on the high of the moment.

A few seconds passed in silence, his hands losing the soft grip he had against your waist. He won't get away with brushing your feelings aside again.

"Please, say something.." You plead in desperation, holding onto deluded hope that he feels something more, that he missed you too. With one swift move, he raised your hips enough so he can slip out of you with ease, carefully sitting you on the passenger seat.

"John?" It's pathetic, really. His name barely audible from your lips as a breathless whisper, begging for the bare minimum, as always.

"I'm not doing this, Y/N." He glanced at you for merely 2 seconds whilst fixing up his jeans.

"I- John, please-" You can feel your chest tighten with each second he's not looking at you, it was nauseating how he acted like this was beneath him. You barely notice the car moving, it was nearly midnight, and the night sky was picturesque. You've always savored every second from the ride back home, the moonlight travelling through the night to shine on both of you, a soft tune playing the radio.. Not this time.

"No! Dammit, Y/N! We had an agreement, if you're too immature to keep it then maybe we should stop." John raised his voice slightly out of frustration, this was a new experience for him, you can tell from the way he's gradually losing his calm composure.

"Tell me that you don't feel anything at all. That you never thought of me once when you were away. Tell me something for fucks sake!" You plead, digging your nails into your skin in an attempt to keep yourself from breaking down, unsuccessfully. The tears creeping in the corners of your eyes betrayed your pride.. This time you won't back down.

"You're acting like a child. I'm driving you home and we can forget about this." This time his gaze lingered on you longer, hands gripping tightly on the steering wheel, enough to create red lines on the palms that were holding you close moments earlier. This is what he does when it feels too much, blames your age like it's the answer to all the issues he fears to confront.

"No, we're fucking talking about this. Don't call me a child for not having a heart as cold as yours." All you want to do is use your words like fists and punch holes in his heart. To wake him up from this delirious state.

"What the hell do you want from me?! Roses and dinner dates?! You knew what you got yourself into from the first damn night so don't turn it around to blame me just because you're too desperate to be loved." He hissed bitterly, every word calculated to throw sharpened knives at your heart.

The pain felt like a hot, sharp knife, covered in salt, slicing through your skin again and again. Constant. Unending. Inescapable. You barely become aware of the car stopping in front of your house until he stopped the engine. It's time for you to pick up your pieces one more time. One last time.

"I'll call you when-"

"I'm not doing this anymore, John. I'm done." Except it doesn't matter how many times you'll say it, it will not erase the memory of him from your bones, from your body that has had him a thousand times and aches for him a thousand times more. It will not erase the memory of him engraved in your heart that he stomped on like it was one of his cigars.

"Then I'll stop calling."

And so he did.

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[henrioo]

i’m physically ill, how do you think sanji would be with a s/o that’s sick— english isn’t my first language, i hope its okay i ask for a story or an ask like this! - 🏅

°•*⁀➷ SICK MORNINGS: SANJI

꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : "When you don't wake up feeling well that morning, your boyfriend Sanji's only choice is to take care of you until you feel a little better, this leads to some cuddles and fun stories about his past."

꒰ WARNINGS ꒱ : GN! Reader,neutral pronouns, sick reader (not serious but unspecified), pillow talk, established relationship, Sanji speaking French, brief mention of Sanji's traumatic past (no description or spoilers), English is not my first language!

꒰ WC ꒱ : 2k

꒰ NOTES ꒱ : I know it took me literally months to deliver this and I have no morals with asking anymore, but I swear it won't happen again and it was just a situation where I was really bad. Thanks for the ask and I hope you enjoy it!

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The sun came through the circular windows of your room, you huffed irritably as you covered yourself with the sheets and turned to the other side trying to escape the light that took you out of your dream kingdom. A few minutes later footsteps were heard in the hallway and then the door was gently opened, that loving and quiet whistle invaded the room and you immediately knew that Sanji, your boyfriend, had entered.

"Good morning mon amour" he smiled and walked over to sit on the edge of your double bed. "You seemed tired from yesterday's fight so I let you sleep a little longer, but now it's almost lunch time and you haven’t gotten up yet… Aren’t you hungry?” He asked with that worried but gentle tone, showing that he wasn't angry.

"Where are the others?" You mumbled groggily and tiredly as you turned to face Sanji. The ship was quieter than ever and that was definitely important.

"They went out exploring right after breakfast, I decided to keep watch just to make sure you got something to eat when you woke up…" he smiled and walked over, climbing into bed and laying down so he was close to you.

Immediately his body crawled close to Sanji's body, like a magnet you stuck together whenever you were close. You relaxed against his chest as he continued singing and stroking your hair.

"Are you good?" He asked, getting worried about his silence, even if you weren't a morning person you weren't that reclusive.

"Just… tired… And feeling a little bad, I guess" you sighed as you wrapped your arms around his waist and hugged him tighter, scared of him leaving.

"Feeling bad? What's wrong?" Sanji hated seeing people sick, but seeing you sick he hated fifteen times more. He quickly placed a hand on your forehead, cheeks and below your neck, trying to find any obvious signs of your condition "you're hot, very very hot, that's not good" he knew the basics about illnesses, thanks to the classes Chopper gave to all.

"Uhum…" you agreed, your body felt warm although you felt a little cold "My stomach feels weird too…" you listed the symptom that bothered you the most.

"That's not good… I'm going to look for Chopper, he shouldn't have gone very far into the city" The blonde man spoke worriedly and tried to get up, but his arms remained firmly around his waist, preventing him from getting up completely "Angel?"

"Stay with me" you asked slyly as you whimpered "Please… I don't want to be alone"

Sanji immediately melted with your request, no matter how many weeks, months or years you two were in a serious relationship, every time you showed love, showed need and real desire to want him, want his presence, he fell a little more in love. Of course he would never deny you a request, so he just smiled and lightly stroked your sweaty hair.

"Sure honey… Just, let me get you some freshwater at least, then I'll come back and take care of you until the others get there, okay?" He tried to offer a deal, he knew how stubborn you could be sometimes, so he used his gentle and sweet voice to have a better chance of convincing you.

You looked at him with an irritated pout and upset at having to let him go, but the promise of a glass of freshwater that could alleviate some of the heat that seemed to consume your body to the point of nausea seemed too good to refuse, so you reluctantly she let him go and lay back down on the bed "Okay… but come back soon!" You demanded like an abandoned puppy that couldn't bear to be separated from its owner.

"I'll be back before you can miss me" he said smiling and placed a brief kiss on your sweaty forehead, making you let out a small giggle and settle better into the pillows and covers as you waited for your handsome prince to return.

You couldn't really tell how long it actually took, since you closed your eyes hoping the headache would subside a little and then when you opened it Sanji had already returned, at least he really was right about you not having time to feel that you miss him.

"I brought some things..." he said smiling and sitting on the edge of the bed, he had a tray in his hands with some items that you analyzed tiredly. A small pot with various cut fruits, a glass of crystal clear water next to a towel and a bowl of water, probably to calm your body temperature.

"My hero" You smiled teasingly at him, but you were truly grateful that he put so much effort into looking after you in this time of need.

"Everything for you" He quickly handed you the glass of water that you desperately drank from, the relief of the cold liquid making your entire body relax immediately. You fell back onto the bed and Sanji quickly wet your towel in the water and placed it on your forehead, silently hoping that it would give you some relief and lower your temperature.

"You're so...perfect" You smiled, feeling relief fill your entire body, receiving love and care from Sanji seems to be the perfect medicine for your condition.

"No more perfect than you... Do you want to sleep a little longer? Maybe eat some fruit? Chopper left with Luffy so as soon as that clueless guy gets hungry they should run back to the ship" He said calmly, one hand still in his thigh making a gentle caress, lovingly comforting you.

"Not very hungry, my stomach is too upset and I don't want to risk it" You sighed tiredly "I think sleeping is good... I still feel tired"

"Do you want me to leave you alone?" He asked calmly, but you could feel the sadness and worry of leaving you alone. Sanji might have a very calm aura and seem to handle pressure situations well, but you knew that when it came to his loved ones it was a different story. You had already seen your boyfriend get feral or worried to the point of collapsing when one of the crew got hurt, so even if a cold wasn't anything serious, you knew he was extremely worried just because he loved you. The thought of you being hurt hurt him.

"No... I don't want to be alone" You said a little embarrassed, but being sick makes you need affection even more than usual "Just... stay here with me and talk a little about anything... Just until I fall asleep, please?" You asked shyly, hearing Sanji's voice always helped you calm down, every time you got ready for bed you had a good pillow talk. Usually talking about what they did that day and their plans for the week, you usually fell asleep faster while listening to Sanji talking gently and stroking your hair. So now you were sure that the best way to fall asleep and get some rest until Chopper arrived to take care of you, was nothing less than listening to your handsome boyfriend rambling about anything until you fell asleep, lulled by his angelic voice.

"What do you want me to talk about?" He moved closer to your lying body, now using his other free hand to stroke your hair and placing the other on your stomach, this hand you quickly grabbed to trace imaginary circles on his soft skin. He smiled lovingly at you in a way that made your whole body fill with a funny feeling, a strange embarrassment and at the same time a warm and calming emotion.

"I don't know... tell me about..." You thought for a few moments, you and Sanji talked a lot so you weren't sure if you didn't already know everything about him "About Baratie" You smiled tiredly, Sanji loved talking about the restaurant and his beloved family.

"I think I already told you everything about that shitty restaurant" He laughed, you knew that his aggressive and indifferent way was just trying to create an image of a badass without feelings, in the end that restaurant was still Sanji's house and she loved her immensely.

"Tell me about the beginning, when you opened it and you were still just a kid" You loved Sanji's stories, but you liked his stories as a child even more. You knew that Sanji's childhood was complicated for various reasons and traumas, so you liked to listen and show your support, show him that regardless of everything he went through you would continue to be by his side. Plus, it made you feel really important that he trusted you so much to tell you such a sensitive part of his past.

"Right, the opening isn't it? I remember that day well actually" He laughed awkwardly and his cheeks got a little red, it seemed like an embarrassing memory and that only made you more curious "It was a real mess" He said and he laughed embarrassedly.

"Why? I thought you already had experience having worked in a restaurant before" You said, becoming more and more curious.

"Experience in the kitchen and cleaning to be more specific, but I've never been in the salon, it's one thing to cut vegetables and another to deliver dishes to the table" He explained calmly "And in my case I definitely didn't know how to deliver dishes when I was a brat "

"Did you deliver it to the wrong table?" You deduced, there were many possibilities for confusion just due to Sanji's lack of experience.

"Also, but that was easier to solve, the biggest problem that day was when I spilled wine on a woman in a white dress" He sighed and his face had a nostalgic look, as if he could remember exactly piece by piece of that memory.

"Oh...that's pretty bad, what happened next?" You were worried that this was a particularly sad memory, Sanji never refused to tell you anything, even whatever were bad memories that still hurt him. So every time you asked about his past, you were doubly careful not to ask about something traumatic, now you were nervous about reminding him of something bad.

"I... well... it's shameful to admit but I wasn't very brave as a child..." He sighed and you felt that there was something there that made this fact much deeper, but that wasn't the topic for that moment " So when I spilled the wine and the woman screamed in shock, my first action was to start crying and the second was to run away" he laughed nervously and looked away, he always did that when he was afraid that you would judge him.

"Poor thing... you must have been so scared and nervous at the time" You smiled and caressed his hand, trying to comfort him and show him that there was no reason to feel ashamed of that "You were just a child after all, it's normal San"

"Yeah... it seems like it... but it didn't stop me from being overcome by fear and running away immediately" He sighed sadly and looked back at you.

"And then?" You asked fearfully, you weren't sure if the story ended in a sad way, but you wanted to know better so you could comfort Sanji and reassure him that everything was okay.

"I hid in one of the pantries, I sat on the floor and cried until my eyes were swollen" He laughed "Then the shitty old man appeared, he knelt in front of me and put his hand in my hair" He said and now the tone sad had been replaced by a loving tone with a hint of longing "He told me to breathe and when I calmed down he said that mistakes were common, that no one was capable of learning without making mistakes... And that if I wanted to one day be the best cook on those seas, I would still make a lot of mistakes and spill wine on more customers than I could count on my fingers"

It was your turn to laugh, you hadn't gotten to know Zeff but everything you heard about him only made you sure that you would love to meet him in person one day "And you saying that he doesn't know how to be kind..."

"He knows how to be kind, he just doesn't want to" Sanji laughed even more "Then he said that real men face their mistakes and failures with courage and not shame, because making mistakes means that you have the capacity to try and trying will always be the act bravest thing a person can do" He was silent for a few seconds "Then he told me to go back there and be a man, apologize to the client and admit my mistake... or he would throw me in the ocean" He totally laughed accustomed to the threat.

"Now I know where you got this habit of threatening people from" You laughed, remembering all the times Luffy was threatened with being thrown into the ocean when he tried to break into Sunny's kitchen.

"Yeah... I think I ended up getting it from him" He smiled satisfied and his face was lighting up, Sanji was always happy to be compared to Zeff "So I went back there and apologized, I thought the woman would freak out but she just laughed and said I was really cute for working so hard to help my dad..."

You remained silent, your eyes were already getting tired and you started to feel the sleep settle into your body.

"At the end of the day I realized that it hadn't been so bad... After all, the old man was right, I had no experience and I would still make a lot of mistakes until I got to where I wanted... I think that day I learned that I couldn't give up trying, regardless of how many times it would fail" He said, finishing the story, telling you that it seemed to have reminded him of a very important lesson he had learned... A lesson that he always carried with him in memory of the person he cared so much about.

Sanji noticed that you had been silent for some time, when he turned to you he found you sleeping peacefully, you were holding his hand with little strength and had placed your head against his side. You were breathing softly and your tired face was already gaining a little more color, which meant that you were slowly getting better.

He smiled lovingly and thanked the heavens for giving him someone so perfect to love and be loved in return. He quickly placed a brief, tender kiss on your cheek as he softly whispered "Sweet dreams mon ange"

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#one piece x reader #one piece #one piece x you #one piece imagine #imagines #onepiece #sanji x y/n #sanji x you #sanji x reader #sanji imagine

[noctvrnal9999]

Ascended Astarion, Blood Brides & vampirism

After seeing this post by @missbaphomet (who asked to be tagged, so here you go) I decided to do a semi-deep dive into what it's all about.

Now I'll preface this that I'm more knowledgeable in Vampire the Masquerade tabletop than DnD but if there's vampires I'll be there.

For the purposes of this post I have looked into various guides, e5, Van Richten's guide to Ravenloft, briefly skimmed Curse of Strahd and consulted not one, not two, but three Dungeon Masters. So take my post as you will.

More under cut, this will be long.

It is well known that Astarion is aware of Strahd even before he's Ascended. We get his line that is basically "Strahd wouldn't put up with this shit." So, while it's only a subtle nod to von Zarovich, we still have it in game as canon line.

Now, I find this a very curious line in and on itself. Not only Astarion knows Strahd, he says the line with anger, which is clear indication that he sees Strahd as someone to look up to in one way or another. If you don't know Strahd I encourage you to google and at least read his wiki, he's a very fascinating man and very important in vampirism as a whole in DnD. He's THE vampire, THE villain. But moving on...

So Astarion definitely sees Strahd as someone who would not let himself be disrespected, it's obvious that Astarion if not aspires to be like Strahd, then definitely sees himself as capable (or capable in the future) to be as "revered" as von Zarovich is. That's a tidbit I want you all to remember.

We don't know just how much Cazador spoke to his spawn about vampire politics but they weren't just beasts locked in cages, they were going out, although to get victims for Cazador, they were still out and about. They talked to people, to each other and most likely ran into other vampires or spawn along the way in the centuries that they have been doing Cazador's bidding. This is just simple logic.

So how much Astarion and other spawn could know about Strahd, for example? There's very good reason to think that Strahd's escapades were known in Cazador's palace, as well as among other vampires. We know that Astarion likes to educate himself with whatever might benefit him ("Meanwhile, I think I'll spend some time studying the art of infernal negotiations." Act 2). It's also proven when he desperately wants to have Necromancy of Thay in hopes of finding a way to free himself from Cazador. Astarion seeks knowledge. Again, it's just pure logic to conduct that he knows more than just Strahd's name and that he's a vampire. Otherwise, why would he have the line comparing himself to him in a way that reflects that in some way Astarion reveres Strahd at least to a degree.

We established that Astarion very very likely knows a lot about Strahd, as well as other spawn alongside him. Which leads to this:

Astarion very likely knows about different ways to turn mortals into vampires.

While his own "becoming" has been a simple Spawn creation (with draining blood, burying and needing to dig oneself out), he must know about creation of Blood Brides (and Grooms, but for the sake of less words I'll use she/her and Bride but rituals I'm about to discuss can be done on any sex). Why? Because he must know about Strahd taking brides. If not, his own curiosity about his condition would have led him to learn about different rituals anyway. So based on Astarion's nature and the fact that he seems not only to be aware of Strahd but know the man to a degree of respect, I have no reason to doubt that Astarion knows about Blood Brides.

Keeping this in mind, let's move onto the night of Tav's "becoming". The scene is very clear: whatever path you choose, gentle or not, Astarion bites Tav twice in the cinematic. To become a Blood Bride one needs to be bitten trice, then given blood from the vampire. It's a whole ritual of draining her to delirium, then giving her blood. Now the vampire in question needs to fight his new bride off otherwise she will succumb to madness permanently. Astarion openly mentions he gave Tav "one drop" and seems he bypassed the need to fight her off him by most likely holding her down until his new Bride fell into a coma that leads to death. Generally the feeding is allowed from the neck but Astarion mentioning "one drop" indicates he's trying to be smarter than other vampires. Now this is interesting because to be a spawn one doesn't need their creator's blood. And they do get buried as well, just like Astarion was, while Tav never gets buried. I'm not going to detail how Larian strays from lore such as that vampires still need the dirt they died upon to rest, but we're going here by facts that should align with DnD.

Since we established that Tav is not just a normal Spawn, she was not created in a way other Spawn were, not even Astarion himself. So what IS she? Answer is right here, after all. Not only Astarion chooses her as his partner, he also ensures that she remains as such forever. Remember: Astarion does actually believe he is bestowing a gift when he turns Tav into his Bride - the gift of freedom from aging and death and to be by his side forever. "You are beautiful and you will be beautiful forever" (paraphrasing here).

I see DnD loremasters already shaking their pitchforks at me: can Astarion even do it? On a night of his own transformation? Creating a Blood Bride is something that vampires with a label of Ancient and up can perform, and even then not always successfully. Creating Spawn is much easier than creating a Bride (or several, if we're looking at Strahd). Well, what is an ancient vampire varies from version to version, but ultimately it does not matter. Why? Because Larian homebrewed an entirely new breed of vampire: the Vampire Ascendant.

Larian did not bother to explain in full what does that mean and what actual changes Astarion is going to see in the future once he becomes more accustomed to his powers. But it's completely reasonable to believe he's capable of creating Blood Brides. Simple because a - he attempts it already and succeeds (Tav is turned into one). That's it. Astarion follows the Bride Ceremony and indeed ends up creating a Bride. Not only he performs the ritual in exact way it's described in lore (we see part of it but his words the morning after confirm the rest), he also is capable of doing so because Larian made it canon by letting Tav become a Bride, successfully. She gains the Bite, confirming her transformation and there's not a single conversation piece indicating that Astarion CAN compel Tav in any way. He simply says "Why would I need to?" without establishing that the rules are different for Tav. He also hammers on that point several times: "Spawn is an ugly word, I really do prefer consort." and confirms that Tav will drink his blood without any implication that it's going to be just one time thing. Astarion obviously believes in drinking each others blood as a form of bonding and love.

Tav is not merely his Spawn, she's his Blood Bride. Every fact in game and DnD lore confirms it. And not even once Astarion actually tries to compel Tav (or is able to). Not even when confronting Elder Brain, he has a line encouraging Tav to control the brain, trying to convince her to take the power, instead of compelling her like Cazador used to compel him. There's not a single instance were Astarion controls Tav so the conclusion is simple - he can't. Tav can even argue with him at the epilogue party if she wishes so. That's not behavior of someone controlled, abused and manipulated. She has her free will to the point that she can talk back to him without being punished (something unseen with Cazador, for example). If she can leave him, well, that's another topic altogether, but I'll just say this - I think she can leave him, but he won't let her, not because he can command her to stay but because he's possessive of Tav.

Anyway, here it is, my semi-deep dive into the topic. Keep in mind I'm not a Dungeon Master.

Useful resources:

http://thecampaign20xx.blogspot.com/2016/02/dungeons-dragons-guide-to-vampires.html

https://www.worldanvil.com/w/barovia-billorileycyrus/a/bride-ceremony-article

https://www.dndbeyond.com/posts/1467-playing-as-a-vampire-in-d-d

http://mojobob.com/roleplay/monstrousmanual/v/vampire0.html

https://www.reddit.com/r/CurseofStrahd/comments/126n5yd/creating_vampire_brides_and_grooms/

#ascended astarion #baldur's gate 3 #thots and prayers.tm #some thoughts are messy but forgive me

[aizawasdumbwhore]

Little Things in a Relationship with Dabi

A/N: for this headcannon, i'm gonna try to leave as much wiggle room for creativity as i can. meaning, if you have an OC with a very specific quirk and backstory, I'll leave it to you to fill it in as you read! i know a lot of fanfics sour that when they give the reader or y/n their own story or quirk so I'll be vague. this is also gonna be gender neutral for all to enjoy! Does contain manga spoilers though!!!

Warnings: jealously, slight possessiveness, violence? as much as MHA violence goes

Dabi is unlike any man you have ever met in your life. From his background to his personality. He's a bit snarky and cold, but once he clinged onto you, he turned into a different man.

You met him when he was trying to recruit people for the League's sake. Despite being the one who introduced you, he wasn't too fond of you. He kept his distance, wouldn't talk to you, huffed and puffed in your presence, and was just relatively a nuisance to you.

Something changed, you weren't sure what clicked but it did. He talked to you. And he wasn't mean, he wasn't cold, he wasn't snarky, or sarcastic. He was normal. From there it spiraled on into what you two now considered a relationship.

Dabi wasn't one for grand romantic gestures. He never asked you to be his significant other but the bond shared between you two couldn't be described as anything BUT a romantic relationship.

This included small things. Very small things that meant a lot to you. He didn't show it, but you could feel his appreciation through the unspoken bond. It was like you two were intertwined by the soul. His feelings were your feelings.

Spending quiet nights outside, looking at the stars was one. The first night it happened, you were looking to spend some alone time, but stumbled upon him. He was laying on the concrete. He didn't seem to notice you at all, so you assumed he was caught up in his own thoughts. So you were surprised when he stopped you from leaving, telling you to stay. This became a regular thing. Laying down next to him, watching the stars as you sat in silence.

It was peaceful and liberating. No thoughts, words, nothing came to mind. It was completely tranquil. Only once did Dabi speak, "This is what I imagine it feels like once it's all over." You asked him what he meant but he only responded in an ominous chuckle. That could mean many things. The end of hero society or the end of his life? Whatever it meant, it was obvious he planned to keep it from you.

He would subtly give you affection. If you were sitting on the couch, he would sit next to you and put his arms over the back. His arm would just happen to reach behind you. If anyone ever questioned it, he'd roll his eyes or deny it. But you knew, and it made you blush slightly.

Despite never establishing the relationship, Dabi would get really jealous. Like really jealous. If anyone tried to flirt or get your attention, he got annoyed and was very vocal about it. This caused some teasing from the others that he usually brushed off with a, "Whatever," as he walked off.

Dabi is also protective of you, unlike the others. He knows they could hold their own, he knows you can too. But the thought of anything ever happening to you, the thought you ever leaving made him crumble inside. He didn't expect to open up to you, much less ever again after what happened to his family. So losing you was not ideal. They can live without me, but I can't live without them. That's what he thought about.

Once he revealed who he was to the world, he spent a lot of time alone, but you knew he probably needed some support. You gave him time but eventually he came back around, inviting you to sit in silence with him. He opened up a bit about what his childhood was like for him, how he became Dabi, and what he plans on next. Hearing everything made you feel sad for him inside. This was a new side of Dabi, this was Toya being vulnerable with you and you weren't gonna break that trust.

Dabi trusted you with everything. You knew things about him that the League didn't, that even the Todoroki family didn't know. He would sometimes ramble on about it in the middle of silence. Then say, "Whatever, it doesn't matter anyways."

He'd make up excuses to touch you whenever he could. If you were walking up a mountain, he'd gently push you up by putting his hand on your back. He'd jump in front and pull you up, holding your hand for a little longer as he tried to savor the sensation before it became "weird" to the others. If you got hurt, he'd walk over and offer to take care of you. Once Spinner ran to your aid and Dabi pushed him, jealous seeing him touch you, touching his most prized possession.

He would fantasize about a future with you, telling you all the goals he'd have. He would tell you how having a partner with the same ideals as him was nice for a change. You both shared a strong desire to bring down hero society, especially Endeavor. "Let's make a brighter future, together," he'd say with flames in his hands.

You tended to his stitches a lot. Scolding him if he went too far. He always reassured you that he's fine and he can handle it, but his body always said differently.

Nobody knew what to call the relationship, but it was clear there was mutual love. It was a relationship, even if nobody labeled it as such. But that was the most beautiful of relationships because there were no ridiculous expectations, just pure love.

If you like this then you'll also probably love Little Things in a Relationship with Shigaraki and Little Things in a Relationship with Aizawa pt1 and pt2

#dabi x reader #dabi todoroki #dabi imagine #dabi my hero academia #dabi x y/n #dabi #mha toya #todoroki toya #bnha toya #toya todoroki #todoroki #endeavor #dabi headcannons #mha imagine #mha fanfic #mha fanfiction #mha dabi #bnha dabi #bnha headcannons #bnha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia fanfic #my hero academia #mha headcanons #mha imagines #bnha imagines #tomura shigaraki #shoto todoroki #todoroki imagine #todoroki x reader

[telail]

Always Watching [Crazy 4u] | SMG

pairing: ateez s.m.g. x fem!reader genre: yandere (?) poc friendly, established relationship, Psycho bf wc: 1k (1,078) warnings: language, stalking, obsessive behavior

a/n: what if I told yall I wrote this half asleep? Is it obvious? masterlist

Mingi loved you with his entire heart. He was obsessed with you and that was no secret, and he made sure of that. He'd do anything for you, anything to keep you out of harms way.. that includes watching your every move 24/7.

Mingi had a terrible pattern of following you around. Throughout the beginning of your relationship you thought nothing of it, even finding it cute at one point. Describing his behavior as though he were a "puppy following around their owner" when in reality it went far deeper than that, and Mingi knew that.

He'd always had this tendency to watch over and protect the ones he cared for but you, you needed more than that. He needed to make sure you were okay every second because if he wasn't there to protect his baby then who would be? Nobody could ever protect you like he could.

He developed the habit of not only just following you around the house or trying to go everywhere with you- but following you during circumstances where you were supposed to be away from him.

Whether it be going out with a friend, or going to run errands, you always somehow found yourself bumping into him. And the first thing he'd say when he "pretended" to just coincidentally be in the same place as you is anything along the lines of asking if you're alright or if you "need to go home".

After about 3 times of it happening you started to catch on, you weren't an idiot for crying out loud.

Wanting to confirm your suspicions head on, you went to Mingi and had a talk with him, asking him if he'd really just happened to be around whenever you would go certain places to which he nonchalantly admitted that he was just there to "see" you.

His casualty about the entire thing caught you a bit off guard and it quite literally left you speechless. After that conversation it clicked for you. He's crazy. As hell.

You'd decided to have a night out with your friends for the first time in forever. Beforehand Mingi had tried convincing you to stay in with him and that it was "too dangerous" to go out on a Friday night. But you insisted and ultimately he failed at keeping you in which fucked with his attitude a bit before he remembered that he could just.. follow you.

You'd arrived to the packed nightclub about 3 hours ago, well into your night out you were ecstatic. Having drinks, gossiping with your girls, and shaking ass. The thought of your borderline psychotic ass boyfriend possibly seeing you slipping your mind completely, the influence of the alcohol making your memory no better.

Once you'd gotten off the dance floor you went to the bar to order one more drink for the night. You leaned over the bar counter just about to catch the bartenders attention before you felt your phone suddenly start to buzz in your bra. Which of course you pulled out in no time checking the contact. It was Mingi.

"Hello?!" You answered, trying to talk over the rather loud music.

"Hey baby, when did you plan on comin' home?" He asked, slight irritation lacing his voice.

"I-I'm on my way back now we're in the car!!" You lied, you knew that Mingi could be impatient you didn't want him to get upset because one thing he never fails at is being petty and you simply just didn't feel like dealing with it tonight.

"Yeah? So wassup with the loud ass music i'm hearin' hm?" He inquired, you could already see where this was going and it damn near sobered you up completely as you remembered that he has in fact followed you multiple times before and he could very well be in the vicinity right now.

"They're just playing the music really loud, still hyped from the club I guess." You said nervously chuckling as you leaned up a bit from off the bar counter before trying to switch the topic with Mingi. "But anyways I'll call you when I'm clos-" your heart dropped when he cut you off.

"Oh okay, so this ain't you in that tight ass latex skirt standing by the bar right now? Phone held up to your ear?" He asked, his tone low but firm. You could practically see his face right now, jaw clenched and eyes low. He wasn't far and you were too late to realize.

You internally panicked as you took the phone away from your ear for a moment and whipped your head around in multiple directions looking for any signs of him.

You definitely wouldn't have spotted him if not for him revealing himself to you, stepping through the crowd rather easily. His size alone intimidated people enough to move out of his way.

He was wearing an all black zip up jacket with a white tee underneath. His black Yankees baseball cap sitting snug on his head as he approached you, waving his phone with your caller ID on it as he did so before hanging up once he got to you.

"On your way back my ass." He scoffed looking down at you before leaning over you and caging you in on either side with his arms braced against the edge of the bar counter- making you feel way smaller than what you actually were. "I-" you went to speak but nothing came out. He looked at you unamused before coming close to your ear. "Text your friends, tell them you'll be going home." He mumbled in your ear. "What? Ming-" you started but he wasn't having it.

He smacked his teeth and squinted at you, that being enough for you to let out a frustrated huff and do it. The only reason you were complying is because you were kind of tired anyway and dare you say, you found this entire situation a bit exciting. It wasn't healthy by any means and you knew that, he shouldn't be like this and you shouldn't be so accepting of it but you somewhat found it attractive.

"You're fucking crazy." You said as you sent the text to your friends group chat, hoping they'd see it soon so they didn't think you got kidnapped or ditched them.

"Only for you baby." He responded, grabbing your hand and giving it a light squeeze before leading you towards the exit of the bar.

Excuse any mistakes. :P

#ateez #ateez x reader #ateez fanfic #ateez fic #ateez mingi #ateez scenarios #song mingi

[lost-walmartbag]

Prom with Kenny Mccormick

Warning: N/A

Background: In this one-shot, you and Kenny establish your relationship and go to prom together

Status: Request Open

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Your prom was coming up and the school was buzzing. Everyone was excited but you didn't care much. You didn't want to go out and buy a new dress so you had planned on wearing one of your old ones that was fancy enough. Honestly, you did want to go but because Kenny hadn't asked you, you felt indifferent. You two weren't officially dating, but you acted like a couple. Kenny on the other hand was dying of excitement he had picked up a few shifts at the restaurant to get some more money to rent his tux and buy you a dress. While he was beyond excited he still hadn't asked because he thought it was clear you two would go together.

"Hey Kenny~," You say coming up behind him as he walked out of school.

"Oh hey Y/N." He said turning to face you and walking backwards. He had a wide smile on his face showing his tooth gap.

"You heading home?" You ask coming to his side and making him turn forward again.

"Nope got a shift soon." He said with a sigh.

"You've been picking up a lot of shifts lately. Anything, in particular, you're trying to buy?" You ask moving a bit closer to him.

"Your prom dress." He says bluntly making your face turn red.

"Kenny you don't have to do all that." You say pushing his shoulder a bit.

"How can people know you're my girl if we aren't matching?" He asked.

You blushed even harder and looked away. "I'm your girl?"

"Well yeah isn't it obvious?" He asked snaking his arm around your waist and pulling you close as he walked.

"You never really asked," you mumbled.

"Oh. Well, then do you want to go to prom with me?" He asked smirking down at you.

It was a bit off that he only asked about prom and not about you being his girlfriend but you thought that maybe he was bundling them together. You nodded and you both parted ways. A week before the prom you and Kenny went shopping for your outfits. As you were trying on dresses you grew more and more frustrated that nothing seemed to be good enough.

"Come on come out I'm sure you look fine," Kenny said outside the dressing room.

"I don't know.." You said stepping out of the dressing room in an orange flowy dress with a slit on the left leg. "It feels like too much."

Kenny stood up and stayed quiet just staring at you. He walked closer and wrapped his arms around you. You smiled as you felt his arms around your waist.

"It's perfect," Kenny muttered putting his head on your shoulder.

"It's too expensive." You say pulling back.

"I didn't work all those shifts for no reason so change back and let me pay for it." He said kissing your forehead.

You nod and changed back into your clothes handing Kenny the dress which he bought happily. Kenny bought his tux by himself not letting you see him. Once the day of the prom came Kenny showed up at your place after you finished getting ready. You opened the front door seeing Kenny there his haircut and in a white suit with orange accents. He was a bit nervous to see your reaction but once he looked at you he saw the large smile on your face.

"You look amazing baby." You say hugging him making him chuckle.

"So do you." He said taking your hand.

Once you both got to school and walked inside the room you both looked around in aw. Everything was beautiful no doubt Wendy planned out most of it for months. You and Kenny didn't do much dancing just sitting at an empty table eating and talking. Once it was time to announce prom king and queen Wendy got on stage and quickly got everyone's attention.

"Your new prom king is Craig Tucker!" Wendy announced and everyone clapped for him. "And your new queen is Y/N L/N!"

You sat in shock looking over at Kenny who gave you a bright smile. "Go up there baby you deserve it."

You got up and walked on stage where Wendy put your crown on your head. You looked over at Craig and both of you laughed softly. You go over to Wendy and whisper in her ear. Once you finish she nods and smiles.

"Since our King and Queen brought their own dates we invite their dates to come and dance with their King and Queen," Wendy announced.

Kenny and Tweek walk up to the stage. Kenny takes your hand and leads you down while Craig leads Tweek to the dance floor. Slow music starts and Kenny slowly dances with you holding onto you tightly. Tweek and Craig danced just as happily as your classmates watched.

"So Y/N do you want to be my girlfriend?" He whispered into your ear.

"Of course." You respond putting your head on his shoulder.

You felt safe in Kenny's arms it felt like he didn't want to let you go. Suddenly country music started playing and you groaned a bit. Kenny laughed and took the lead dancing around with you.

"Why are you so good at this?" You ask as he lifted up your body with ease.

"Idk guess it's just a redneck thing." He said with a chuckle dipping you low.

You laughed in his arms smiling brightly. Being with Kenny that night was perfect. It was more than you thought it would be and while you felt bad about how much work Kenny put in he knew it was all worth it.

A/N: Hey guys hope you like it! Gave yall a lil angst so now yall can have a nice lighthearted story. Anyways love you all bye bye 🩷

#south park x reader #south park #fanfic #south park x you #x reader #kenny mcormick x reader #kenny mccormick #prom

[twitterpated-passion]

Matched | Monster Boyfriend

You liked to say that you had a normal life. It wasn't interesting, but it wasn't bland. You got through school with minimal mishaps, you had a job and you were thinking of getting your masters. And despite some obvious 'gifted kid' burnout symptoms pulling at you every now and again, you liked the life you lived. Most of the time, at least.

Now?

Now you couldn't say your life was normal even if you were being held at gun point.

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It all started with that stupid 'volunteer' start up group that suddenly came into play and forced a handful of people from selected cities to sign up. You were one of the (un)lucky few that got chosen, given only a day to pack before they picked you up in front of your apartment building and drove you out of the city.

Only the worst thoughts creeped in your head, telling you that you should've ran the moment you were chosen. It was only natural to feel that way, not a single person told you what the start up group was for and every time you tried to ask you were greeted with silence or a small 'Don't worry about it' from the driver.

You did, in fact, worry about it. You worried about it until someone finally let you know what was happening.

The person who let you know was the first person you saw when you walked into the building, a greeter of sorts in an oversized lab coat with their glasses on the tip of their nose. They perked up when they saw you and quickly pulled you away from the driver to lead you down a hall. "Welcome! You're right on time!"

"No one else chosen came with me though," you said. "And no one was in the entrance."

The person laughed, nodding. "Mhm! That's because it's your time. Others have come and gone before you, and they'll come after you. It's just not their scheduled time."

You shot them a confused look, which they didn't notice, waving their hands in the air to motion to everything. "I'm sure you heard already about what you're doing right?"

"No," you shook your head. "I was told not to worry about it. What am I doing?"

Their jaw slacked as they looked at you with a shocked expression. "Jeez...someone's getting fired."

They shook their head and shoved their hands in their coat pockets. "Anyway- what you signed up for is a very important start up group. I'm sure you're aware of the treaty made with King Ralin? Right?"

"Somewhat? It trended for a week and then disappeared off of the face of the Earth." They nodded. "What about it?"

"Well, in every country, a group of individuals are picked out for the group. The numbers vary on size, but that's not the point. Given that you were chosen, you get to go in your own little pod and rocket up into space, right on their planet. We're trying to ease human and alien relations smoothly, and if this goes well, we're hoping that King Ralin will send some of his people down here!" The scientist seemed so excited while explaining this to you, and a frown appeared on their face as they tilted their head at you. "What? Is something wrong?"

"You want me to be a test subject," you said. "I'm supposed to squeeze my ass into a pod and rocket up into space just to act buddy-buddy with aliens who probably aren't used to humans and might just hate my guts?"

"When you put it like that," they pouted, looking away from you. "It won't be as bad as you think. We've already established that no harm is going to come to the start up group or the aliens. So even if they hate you, they can't hurt you."

"What about the need for oxygen?"

"You ask that like aliens don't also breathe air. Your safety is already confirmed. You have nothing to worry about."

You weren't too sure you believed them.

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It's been exactly two months and five days since you went in that pod and arrived on planet 'Actae'. How you pronounce that in their language was unbeknownst to you, so you've just been calling it planet 'A' in your mind or whenever you needed to talk to another human about the planet.

It wasn't bad, you were able to admit that. Most of the aliens you met seemed to be more than happy to see humans for the first time, and you were able to quickly make friends with two of them, though, they worked with you in the Capital's library, so it mainly came with constantly seeing each other.

And that's where you were when you met him.

Prince Fonir, a cocky son of a bitch who loved to do nothing but tease you relentlessly every time he decided to 'grace' you with his presence. Though, all he did was make you regret choosing the library job no matter how much it suited you.

And unfortunately, today wasn't the day that he stayed home at the castle. Instead, he was mindlessly browsing through the fiction section, looking at the mixture of books that came from both Earth and Actae.

Even if he did, in fact, infuriate you, you couldn't help but stare, eyes glued to the graceful movements of his hands, to the way his long, baby pink hair would cover his face when he dipped his head down ever so slightly to get a better look at the book. You didn't realize how bad it was until you realized that the big pools of galaxies that were his eyes were looking at you as well, a cocky grin on his face, as he tucked the book under his long arm and sauntered over.

You busied yourself, a huff leaving your lips as his light olive green hands placed the book down. "You know, it's rather rude to stare, especially at royalty."

You rolled your eyes, glancing over at the book and using your pointer finger to pull it towards yourself. You lifted the small scanner and pressed it to the book, hearing the high-pitched beep before pushing it back to him and answering, "Really? I wouldn't know, but I don't exactly care either. Isn't being stared at the job of royalty?"

You met his eyes bravely, eyebrow raised. "Which brings me to ask; don't you have anything better to do? You come here twice a week and do nothing but try to stir something. Don't you have your own library, your highness?"

"I do," he admitted. "But my library doesn't have a Jarïle for a librarian."

Your brows furrowed trying to figure out what he had just called you in his language, but nothing clicked, and you breathed a huff through your nose. Forcing yourself not to rub the bridge of your nose to try and ease a little of your annoyance out, you clicked your tongue and took one look at the screen-less computer in front of you. "Next month on the second. Bring in the book then or before. I'm not afraid of charging a prince a late fee."

He loomed over the computer and met your eyes once more before tucking the book under his arm again and turning on his heel, walking towards the front doors. You watched him leave, happy this encounter was shorter than the rest and that you could return to your own book faster.

But what he called you was still repeating in your mind, you doubt you could pronounce it correctly without five hundred tries, but when Jorik came out of the back room, you quickly approached her. "Jorik! I need your help."

She tilted her head, pushing her braid behind her with a small chuckle. "What do you need help with?"

You opened your mouth, but closed it quickly, contemplating on actually asking, and if she'll even know what you mean, considering how much you're probably going to botch the word. But, you ask her anyway. "What's a...jarile...?"

Her smile faltered as a confused expression overtook her face, her pale blue eyes narrowing slightly before she asked, "Do you mean jarïle?"

"Yea," you confirmed, hand moving to bashfully scratch the back of your neck. "What does it mean?"

"It means fire starter," she answered. "Where'd you hear that?"

"The Prince was in...again." You didn't hide the annoyance that bubbled in your tone suddenly, Jorik already well introduced to your dislike to the royal. She looked around however, smile faltering until you wave your hand in front of her face. "He left, don't worry."

She shook her head and focused her gaze back on you, raising an eyebrow. "What about Prince Fonir?"

"He was the one that called me it," you said, a small scoff coming out when you were done. "The hell is his issue with me anyway? I'm just trying to get through the day, just like everyone else."

"Korlae." You shut up at the nickname. It meant honey, but Jorik liked how it sounded in her language more. You couldn't blame her. "Jarïle is an affectionate term."

You blinked, pulling your head back slightly. "What?"

Jorik let out a soft laugh, the sound slightly echoing in the quiet space. With a nod, she walked herself over to the stool, sitting on it to lower herself to be eye to eye with you. "You've never called someone you like a fire starter? Trouble?"

"You act like I've had a partner," you said, sitting in the stool beside hers, lifting it up just a bit. "Don't you guys have matchmakers though?"

She was quiet for a moment, brows furrowed before they lift and hide behind her bangs when she realized. "Oh! K-Kinda? They find our soulmate. I don't know how they do it, but it's a day of celebration for us. It only happens once, when we turn twenty-three in human years."

She smiled fondly. "I only have a few months until it's my turn. Soran has a year for his. And Prince Fonir's is in a week, it's going to be huge. Everyone wants to know who the lucky Horæl is."

"Remind me what that means?" You knew she knew what you meant, and she chuckled at your lack of an attempt at saying it.

"It's basically our equivalent of 'alien'. Like how humans call other humans...humans." Another chuckle left her. "Anyway, they're going to play it all over the planet, since, Prince Fonir is going to take the crown when he's twenty-five. It's important to know who'll rule beside him."

"Yea..." You said, voice drifting off when you're reminded of the similarities for the royals back on Earth and on Actae. "I get it."

"Good, because I'm gonna invite both you and Soran over to watch it with me. I don't think I'll be able to watch it alone." You smiled at how excited she seemed over it, pushing back how annoyed he made you to grab her hand with a nod.

"'Course, I wouldn't miss it for the world, Jorik."

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The library -like other places- was closed on Prince Fonir's birthday, so instead of having to work and going with Jorik and Soran to Jorik's apartment, you were able to go straight to it. Fortunately for you, she lived fifteen minutes away from your apartment, just a couple blocks down.

You were hardly able to knock before the door swung open and Jorik loomed over you with an excited grin spread across her face. "You made it just in time, it's about to start!"

She yanked you inside and shut the door behind her, ushering you towards the large couch that sat in the living room area of her loft. "You can sit beside Soran."

With a nod, you do, waving over to Soran as he smiled at you and lifted his hands to sign, 'She's pretty excited.'

You chuckled, nodding in response before glancing over at the Horæl who's happily tapping her foot against the floor, the sound creating an unrhythmic melody. "Is it because of the Prince or because she really likes this ceremony?"

You looked back at him, eyes focused on his hands when he responded, 'Both.'

"Ah," is all you were able to say back before the 'be right back' sign on the holographic tv screen switched to show the castle, the crowd around it immense, everyone -humans and Horæls alike- wanting to see who was paired with Fonir .

It switched to inside the castle, showing a gaggle of nobles standing in the throne room. None of them paid the camera that was practically in their faces any mind, all of them chatting amongst each other, or keeping to themselves. There was no noise of it though, only a narrator explaining the importance of the ceremony.

Everything seemed to quiet down though when King Ralin stepped out, his usual event outfit on, just without the cloak he carried on his shoulders. Then, when he stepped out of the way, Prince Fonir came out from the same doorway.

All you could do was stare as the camera focused on him, following his every move as his hands picked at his outfit, the usual monotoned colors he wore exchanged for bright, flashy colors. Purple, pink and gold.

His hair was let down and the two braids pulled to the back of his head kept his hair from his face, since the crown he was wearing wouldn't have helped. Pink touched his cheeks and ears, and his eyes were trained on the ground.

He was nervous.

A light nudge to your foot pulled you out of you thoughts, and you snapped your head away from the tv, looking at Jorik. "For someone who hates him, you seem to like staring at him. Your cheeks are red, Korlae."

Your heart skipped a beat and you shook your head, letting out a small scoff. "I was just seeing how nervous he is."

It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't all that you saw.

She merely gave you a once over and turned back to the tv, letting you do the same. You were greeted with Fonir standing in front of his father's throne, fists against his sides as the nobles stepped to the side, giving both him and King Ralin space to get the ceremony going.

Two other Horæls came out of the doorway opposite to the one the Prince and King came out of, but they were dressed just as flashy, and if Jorik's excited little noise was anything to go by, you would've assumed that they were officials. They looked older than both King Ralin and Fonir, which amazed you, since King Ralin was definitely older than he looked.

One bowed their head to Fonir before he lifted his arms and allowed them to push up his sleeves, baring his forearms to the other official. The other one produced something like a pen, but when the camera focused on what the official was doing with said pen-like tool, you watched it shallowly cut his wrist three times, though no blood surfaces.

You turn to Soran with a confused expression and lucky enough, he seems to catch it, hands moving fast as he explained, 'The knife takes the blood and they put it in a pen that creates an eternal symbol.'

"...Oh," you said, eyebrows raising slightly as you turned back to the tv. The unrhythmic tapping returned as the three of you watched as Fonir's bright blue blood falls into a pen, the process looking extremely drawn out until it's filled completely.

Fonir's eyes are closed tightly, and you remember the dramatic endeavor you went through when he accidentally got a papercut one day at the library. To say he was good with pain would be a complete lie.

You wanna do the same as him however, when you finally realize how interested you are in knowing who the Horæl'll be. You shouldn't even care, if anything you could be a little happy, it'd get him out of the library more often than not. But you did, even if you weren't sure why.

The symbol basically drew itself on his wrist, covering the already healing cuts and forming something odd, a mandala looking symbol that you couldn't get a good look of, but yet you still glanced over at Jorik because you were in serious need of an explanation. But when she looked at you and Soran, you were met with the same confused look.

"You never actually told me how they found the soulmate, Jorik..." You said, but as she opened her mouth to answer, you heard a gasp from a certain Prince.

You couldn't move your head faster to face the screen, eyes focused on what's in front of you as you, Jorik and Soran watched him look at the symbol with wide eyes. There were whispers in the background in the castle, and the camera stayed where it was when Fonir leaned to his father to whisper something to him.

You saw King Ralin's eyes widen, just like Fonir's was seconds ago. Then you heard one of the official's speak, their voice loud and commanding when they announced, "The symbol belongs to a human."

The air around you seemed to stop as Jorik's tapping silenced and a throaty noise left Soran.

Prince Fonir was paired with the impossible.

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Every human that was sent to Actae, two hundred to be exact, were ordered to go to the castle the moment the cameras shut off, said order being sent specifically to your phone, rather than everyone's. A shaky breath left you when you read the message over and over.

"So..." Jorik started after a while, "you have a chance-"

"I'm not going to think about that," you cut her off. "I'm just gonna go to the castle and then I'm gonna watch it happen with one of the others."

You stood, shoving your phone into your pocket before walking to the door. "Maybe it's a misunderstanding. Maybe, and here's a thought, Fonir doesn't have a match."

A sigh breached your lips and you opened the door, looking back as you stepped out. "I call you when I find out."

Jorik nodded and Soran gave you a small smile, which you returned before walking out fully and shutting the door behind you.

You walked the distance to the castle, ignoring the looks you got as you were walking. They weren't bad per-se, but you could tell some of them didn't really like the possibility of a human ruling over them.

Not that you blamed them. It's only been three months since the first humans came to Actae, it's already a big change, and to know that one of them is going to rule with the Prince when he turns twenty-five is an even bigger change.

The stares only got worse when you arrived at the castle, your hands holding your arms as you walked in and avoided the looks of the maids that walked through the halls. The only one that didn't stare was the one leading to the throne room, explaining what to do when you walked in. "Stand straight and look them in the eyes when they talk to you, use your right hand to shake theirs and nod your head to bow. Speak when spoken to and when they let you all go, you can return to your home. But only when they allow you to leave."

She turned to you and waited for you to nod in understanding before she pushed the door open. You straightened your posture and walked in, fingers digging into your arm as you saw the other humans, all of them off to the side. You made haste joining them.

When you decided to look at anything other than your peers, you gazed over to the throne and met Fonir's eyes, and for once, you felt something other than annoyance when you saw the small smile on his face. He looked almost relieved to see you, his left hand holding his right wrist, as if he was hiding it.

You looked to your sides, and then back at him when you decided to do the one thing you know you'll just deny when it was brought up later. You lifted your hand from your arm and gave him a small wave. He did the same after a quick glance towards his father, confirming that he was still talking to the officials.

It didn't take long for the others to show up, no one really wanting to make the King to the new planet they're living on upset. It made you feel a little better when you noticed that everyone else was nervous, or at least happy you weren't the only one that looked like they might about cave in on themselves.

Fonir stood behind his father when it was made known that you were all there, and they stood in the middle of the room, the Prince's eyes trained on the ground again. You stared at the King and forced your shoulders back, listening to him when he started to speak, "I'm certain you all know why you're here, one of you happens to be my son's match."

'Getting straight to the point...thank god," you thought, appreciating King Ralin not beating around the bush.

"I thought this would be a simple process, considering no one else had been paired with a human before the 'start-up', but, as it turns out, not everything can be as simple as you want it." There was a small laugh that left his lips and he clasped his hands together. "And because I would hate keeping everyone here for hours, anyone who volunteers and is not the match, can leave as soon as it's confirmed. If we find the match before everyone gets a chance, everyone but the match can leave immediately."

Fonir glanced up and took one large swoop of the crowd, then his eyes fell back onto you. You felt his stare, but it quickly turned away from you when the first volunteer happened to walk up to him, bowing.

You didn't want to look, but yet, you did. You watched as the first five got rejected, you watched as one took longer than the others only to fail and you watched as Fonir got impatient.

His eyes met yours again, and the silent look of pleading on his face made you go after the fifteenth person, raising your hand slowly and silently. You only walked up to him when the King nodded and you nodded your head at Fonir, finally getting a good look at the symbol.

It was a mandala alright, but, the longer you looked at it, the more familiar it got. You lifted your hand from its position on your arm and traced it, stopping only when you felt a searing pain in your left wrist. You hissed and stepped back, tearing your hand away from him before grasping your wrist, pressing against your wrist.

Fonir's eyes were wide as he watched you, your face contorted in pain as you tightly held your wrist, the pressure easing it just a little. "Jarïle," you heard him start through deafened ears, "...move your hand."

You could hardly hear the whispers that came after Fonir spoke, and all you could feel was the burning in your wrist until you saw a green hand slowly clasp over yours. You leaned into the cool touch letting him pull your hand away, only to reveal the same symbol that was on his wrist. Though, instead of it being drawn, it was burned into your skin, like it was made with a branding iron.

King Ralin was at Fonir's side in no time at all, pale white eyes looking back and forth between your marks. "...That's never happened before."

"Being matched with a human hasn't happened either, Fonir," his father pointed out. "I suppose you found your match."

The collective whispers seemed to quiet down immediately when it was announced and the next thing you knew was that King Ralin was wishing everyone but you a farewell and to 'have a safe trip home'. Then the throne room's doors were shut and you were left alone with the two.

Silence blanketed over the three of you and you pulled your hand away from Fonir, eyes falling to the floor as you heard echoed footsteps and then Ralin's voice, "So, I assume you two have already met."

You nodded, but Fonir talked before you could, "They work at the Capital's library, father."

You lifted your head slightly, only to see the King's eyes as he looked at you, a small smile on his face. You pulled your left arm behind your back to nod at him slightly, the burning feeling in your arm slowly dispersing with each moment. His smile widened and his short, neon pink hair tipped to the side when he tilted his head. "Are you sure jarïle is the right nickname for them, Fonir?"

You felt Fonir's eyes on you again, and you met his eyes. "I think it suits them a lot."

Everything you had on your tongue died when you saw him look at you, and you hated how you were anything but annoyed at it. You didn't like the butterflies that formed in your stomach when he gave you a small smile and winked. And you didn't like how you knew that his teasing would just come back tenfold because of this.

"It's just going to get worse," you finally responded after a long moment, and his smile widened at it.

"I wouldn't expect anything less from you, Jarïle." The King laughed and rested a hand on Fonir's shoulder. You appreciated the genuine happiness from Ralin. It was a change from Earth's leaders. Though, he was actually doing a good job.

"I'll leave you two to discuss. We'll all talk at dinner tonight about what the future holds for the both of you. Alright?" You glanced up at him, noticing the 'alright' was more for you, than Fonir. You nodded after a small pause, giving him a slight smile. "Great. I'll see you two later."

Fonir gave his father a small wave before his hand was back on yours and he slowly pulled you to the throne. "So, this is..."

He didn't continue, so you did for him. "Tragic? Dreadful? Terrible? Horrible? Am I getting warmer?"

"Ice cold," he responded simply. "It's something."

"What's something supposed to mean?"

"It's something to get used to." His hand let go of yours and moved back so he could sit on the edge of the throne. "I didn't know being matched to me was that bad for you, Jarïle."

He was teasing you. You could hear it in his voice.

You wanted to bite back, but all you responded with was, "I didn't say that."

"You implied it."

"How? By simply saying something that you could've very well been thinking? Don't tell me you expected to be matched with me, much less a human."

"I wasn't," He confirmed. "But that's because it hasn't happened. I'm more than happy to be the first of something."

You bit the inside of your cheek, thumb running along the mark on your wrist, pressing down every so slightly to test if it still hurt. "How's this gonna work?"

"What?"

"Us. Am I gonna have to quit my job and just...sit idle until you take the throne? Are we just going to play nice in front of camera and the moment it turns off things just go back to normal?" He gave you a look, eyebrow cocked in confusion.

"And what's 'back to normal'?"

"You having an issue with me," You said, exasperated, knowing for a fact that it was obvious. "Ever since I came here, you've done nothing but try to stir stuff by teasing the living fuck out of me. Then you go ahead and decide to call me an affectionate term like we're friends and- and if you even thought that was ok, I would assume you'd be friend-"

He cut you off, covering your mouth with his hand. "That was me being friendly. You seriously thought I had an issue with you?"

You froze in your spot, not fighting him when he pulled you between his legs. "You're the first person that's treated me normally, even going as far as to threaten me with late fees. Jarïle, you're possibly the only human I'd feel completely comfortable being matched with. Everyone else treats me like I'm...like-...well never mind the word for it. You're not afraid to be you in front of me."

You tasted iron after biting down on the inside of your cheek harshly, but the pain of it didn't even process, your mind only trying to go through everything he said. "...Do you mean they treat you like china?"

"Is that all you got out of that?" He groaned. "Yes, I meant that, but c'mon, that can't be the only thing you have to say about what I said."

"It's not," you confessed. "I'm just...having a hard time understanding how I got how you felt about me so wrong. I'm usually good at reading people."

"Humans," Fonir corrected. "You're good at reading humans."

You felt like a child being scolded with how he was looking at you, for the tone that took hold every time he talked. But despite that, you still had at least some gall to ask, "...Would you be more comfortable if you got matched with a Horæl? You only mentioned human when you said that."

The braids that pushed his hair back earlier were doing nothing at that moment, framing his face as his crown was nowhere to be seen, but he still had the touch of nervousness he had earlier, and you wondered why he was the one nervous. "I didn't think they needed to be included."

"So you would be?"

"You like assuming things, don't you," he asked, and the slight smile that appeared on his face relaxed you ever-so-slightly. "Horæls also treat me like china, Jarïle. Even more than humans."

You nodded, eyes drifting from him before his hand grasped your chin and brought you back to him. "We have two years until I come of age to take the throne. Does that seem like enough time for you?"

"Do I have to quit my job?" Fonir chuckled in response.

"I don't see why you have to. Maybe when we start ruling, but you're free to do whatever you like." We. The word had your thoughts racing and freezing all at the same time. He wanted to do it with you, even after you actively disliking him, even when you thought he disliked you too.

He must've noticed the zoned out look on your face because he waved his free hand in front of it and tilted his head. "What's on your mind, Jarïle?"

"You said we when you were talking about ruling," you answered, voice quiet. "I thought you were the most irritating person alive and here you are...being overly nice to me."

"Well, considering that my teasing didn't do anything to make me seem nice, I might as well try a new approach," he joked. "And we're a match. Why wouldn't I say we?"

"I wouldn't expect you to want to rule with me," you said bluntly, though your voice was still just as quiet. "I've only been here for like...two and a half months and suddenly in two years I'm gonna rule? No one is going to like that."

"I like it," Fonir admits. "You can learn a lot in two years and...believe me when I say it, you're going to learn a lot if my father has any say."

"And here I thought, King Ralin was nice," you jested, allowing an unsure smile to grace your lips. It only got bigger when you saw him laugh, the sound ringing in your ears like a melody.

"My father is nice, but when it comes to the kingdom...he's pretty strict. We're going to be going through the same things, trust me."

You didn't think before your hand grabbed his, giving the slender thing a small squeeze. "I do."

The smile Fonir gave you when you said that sent your heart to the stars, and another laugh left him. "You spend two months hating my guts and here you are, saying you trust me."

"I found your smug expression and teasing annoying...I never hated your guts though."

He hums, a pleased expression on his face. "I guess today we're both learning something. Neither of us hate each other."

You nodded. "I guess we don't."

His hand squeezed yours as the other hand stayed on your chin, thumb right below your bottom lip even though you knew he could very well touch it if he wanted to. His touch was just as cool as earlier, which you appreciated given the lingering burning feeling in your arm and in your face, even if it was mainly in your cheeks.

Though, right as the moment had started, it ended just as fast, your phone ringing loudly from your back pocket. A groan flew from your lips as Fonir pulled his hands away, your hand making it to the phone that resided in your pants before seeing the contact picture, eyes widening when you see Jorik's face. "Shit, I forgot to call her."

"What? Forgot to call who?" You didn't answer him, simply answering the phone before bringing it to your ear.

"Hey," you said, carrying the 'y' for a few seconds.

"Out of two hundred humans, you happened to be the one that was his match." You winced at her words.

"...Word really carries around fast."

"Of course it does! You're the Prince's Jarïle! Not only did he know you before the meeting, he called you a pet name! Korlae, you're big now."

A breath left you, and you nodded, though you knew full well she couldn't see you. "Yea, I'm aware of that. Look, I was in the middle of something before you called..."

"Yea? Like what?" You met Fonir's eyes and used your pointer finger to tap your phone and then point to him, a silent question of if he wanted to take it.

When he caught on, a mischievous grin grew on his face and he nodded, letting you hand him your phone as he pulled it to his ear. He seemed to listen to Jorik for a long, drawn out moment before glancing at you. The both of you shrug at each other, though his was in response of you doing it to him.

"Hello?" Fonir said, unsure if doing so was even ok, but when you heard the faint talking stop, you let out a snort. He took it as a sign to keep going however, "I'm the something they were in the middle of...Jorik, right?"

You watched Fonir's eyes widen as he pressed his lips together and pulled back your phone, shoulders shaking with silenced laughter. "Did she..."

You drifted off, but the second you saw him nod you barked out a laugh, hand covering your mouth as you tried to muffle the sound. "Your friend just hung up on me."

Your hand dropped and you tipped your head forward, nodding as you cackled. "I've had people who were afraid to talk to me, but- but they hung up on me!"

With another nod, you knew that you weren't going to let Jorik forget what she did any time soon, especially when you heard your phone ring again.

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You sat at a table in the Capital's library, eyes focused on an Actaean history book as your tutor -who Ralin was very happy to give you- piled more books onto your already gigantic stack, sitting across from you. You refused to glance up at her, already knowing that there was going to be a smug smile on her face.

She wasn't mean, not in the slightest, but she was good at making you feel bad about knowing almost nothing about the planet and its history, which in turn made you feel stressed about ruling and that made you feel bad that Fonir got matched with someone so...stupid. And almost as if he knew you were thinking poorly of yourself, he came in, fast food bag in his long, slender hand. Your first-in-line.

That was the moment you glanced up, a relieved look overtaking your face as he glanced at the books, then over to you with a small smile. "Uiloi, you're working them to the bone. I cannot rule with a skeleton."

"There's only a year and a half left before you turn twenty-five, your highness."

"And in that time, and even after it, they can learn the boring history of this planet. Go take a break, get a drink from the shop down the street." It sounded like a suggestion, but his tone made it apparent that it wasn't, and so Uiloi was quick in standing and leaving the library.

Fonir set the bag down, pushing it in front of you before he moved the stack of books to the far side of the table, sitting in the seat next to you. You shot him a thankful smile and pushed your book aside. "Thanks..."

"You can tell her to stop, Jarïle, she's supposed to listen to you."

"I'd feel bad," you admitted. "...It doesn't seem like it's my place to order anyone around, much less the people that actually come from here."

Fonir pouted, hand grasping your chin gently before he leaned down just enough to leave a chaste kiss on your nose. "That'll pass when you get used to it all, it's only been six months, Jarïle."

"What if it doesn't pass?"

"Then I guess I'll have to be right beside you to reassure you that it's ok," he answered, acting like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Out of everyone on my planet and yours, I'm extremely lucky for it to be you that I'm matched with."

"We met eight-" He cut you off, finger against your lips.

"Does it really matter how long it's been?" You wanted to argue, say that it does, but when you saw his expression and the soft look in his eyes, you knew you couldn't. Because it really didn't matter. Not to you at least.

After a begrudging huff, you shook your head, watching as the smile on his face grew and letting him leave another quick kiss, this time on your temple. "You wouldn't have won that argument even if you tried, Jarïle."

"I know," you said, breathing out through your nose. "I can never truly win an argument against you, you're too stubborn to accept that you were wrong."

"As are you, my little future ruler." Clicking your tongue, you narrowed your eyes at him.

"Shut it with the little alright? You guys are just freakishly tall." Fonir held a hand to his chest in mock offense.

"That's hurtful, Jarïle. Maybe we're the normal ones and you humans are the freakishly small ones, huh?" His dramatic tone made you laugh, one of your hands pushing the book in front of you away to grab at the fast food bag as the other pushed his arm gently. He smiled down at you, a proud expression on his face as he watched your attention divert to the bag now fully in front of you. “I could’ve had the cooks make something for you, you know?”

You shook your head, already halfway done pulling out the greasy fries in its little cardboard container. “I couldn’t make them do that.”

A sigh left him at your words, and you glanced over at Fonir. “What?”

“You think someone would take the fact that they’re going to be crowned royal in the near future and use it for their own good.” You snorted. “Like actual cooked meals rather than human’s ‘quick food’.”

“Hon’,” you started, “you should’ve seen what I ate in college. It was worse than fast food.”

His brows furrowed in response before he pursed his lips. “You worry me, Jarïle.”

Now it was your turn to look proud, a grin spreading across your face. “Gotta keep you on your toes, Princey.”

“You have many years in the future to do that, Jarïle, but I have to insist that when we’re wedded, you take care of yourself.”

“You saying fast food isn’t taking care of myself?” You knew it wasn’t, fast food actually got worse after it was able to move up here but you quickly got past it when you realized how cheap it was, especially when you refused to hear Fonir out about paying.

"That's exactly what I'm saying." You huffed a laugh and shook your head. It was cute how much he doted on you after such a short amount of time.

A knock against the table drew both of your attention towards the person that did it, your eyes drifting over Soran's form, meeting his smile with your own. "Hey, Sor'."

He waved, bowing his head towards Fonir before he looked at you again and jerked a thumb over his shoulder before pulling his hand back to sign, 'Jorik needs help with the book scanner, sorry to interrupt.'

You bit your lip, glancing over at Fonir before popping a fry in your mouth and standing. "I'll gotta help Jorik real quick."

You didn't think twice when you leaned down and pecked his cheek, only pulling back to round the table and walk beside Soran. "Say anything about the kiss and I'll fight you, Sor'."

'I didn't even do anything,' he signed quickly, eyebrows furrowed. 'So quick to assume.'

You glanced up to his face after you got what he was signing, cocking an eyebrow just slightly. "You want to say something about it, don't you."

There was a pause, but eventually he nodded, casting his gaze away from you when the both of you went behind the front desk. "Knew it."

"Knew what?" Jorik asked, simultaneously tapping a book against the scanner.

'Our modest librarian gave their match a scandalous kiss on the cheek,' Soran was quick to sign, not bothering to hide the teasing expression on his face.

Jorik set the book down to gasp dramatically. "Not a kiss on the cheek! Such a travesty, I thought you were better, Korlae."

You swatted at the both of them, swiping the book from the counter before knocking the scanner on the top. When you placed the book back under, ignoring the laugh that came from Jorik at your reaction, you heard the high-pitched beep. "There."

"How'd you-"

"You just gotta bop it on the top. It's like tech on Earth, if it doesn't work, you just have to abuse it a little." You shrugged, sneaking past Soran to the open side of the desk. "If you need anymore help, you know where to find me."

"And your Prince."

"Yes, and my Prince," you said without thinking, the words processing in your head as you swiftly shook it. "The Prince. I meant the Prince. Just call him by his name, Jorik."

“Sure you meant that, Korlae. Totally. Just like you two haven’t been conjoined at the hip with him ever since you were matched with him,” Jorik said, eyes boring two holes into you with a disbelieving but playful expression. “I’m surprised no one has caught you making out yet.”

Your eyes widened, a flush spreading across your cheeks as your face grew warm. “Jorik I’m going to wring your-“

“Ah ah,” she mock scolded you, waving a finger in the air. “None of that. Don’t make me bring over your beloved.”

You held your hands up, arms outreached as your fingers curled into your palms, an exasperated huff leaving you before you turned on your heel and left the desk.

You walked back to the table, falling into your chair with a heaving sigh as Fonir looked up from a book, one that wasn’t from the pile of history books, which means he must’ve grabbed it when you were gone. “What’s wrong, Jarïle? You seem upset.”

“I’m fine, Fonir,” you said, hand moving to pat his. “Jorik’s was just teasing me.”

“About?” You met his eyes, and it only took a couple seconds before it clicked. “Me?”

“Mhm,” you hummed. “We’re apparently conjoined at the hip.”

He glanced down at his book and shut it after another second. “I wouldn’t say that she’s wrong saying it.”

“So you think it too?” You couldn’t help but ask it, but you knew the answer already.

“Well,” he started, holding onto the ‘l’ for a short moment, “we could spend more time together. You’re welcome to live at the castle.”

“Marry me first,” you laughed. “Give me a reason to make my commute to work longer, ‘kay?”

Fonir grabbed your hand, tipping his head down to kiss the back of it. “I fully intend on doing that…in a year.”

“You’re so quick for me to move in, but you won’t marry me.”

“I assumed that you’d want more time living separately. And it’d give you six months to get used to it all before your life is changed.”

“Because my life was completely normal now?” He shot you a look, and you merely leaned up to kiss his cheek again. “Normal’s boring anyway, match.”

You felt Fonir’s normally cool skin heat under your lips, and you pulled back to see the neon green flush along his cheeks. You knew what got him to be like that. It was you calling him match, that little nickname you jokingly called him three months ago. But when you saw how flushed and flustered it made him, you kept it.

“Match,” he repeated, just for you to nod. “My match.”

“Forever and ever, Fonir.”

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Part two

#x reader #monster fucker #human x monster #monster boyfriend #monster love #monster lover #monster romance #monster x human #monster x reader #monsterfucker #reader insert #gn reader #gender neutral reader #terato #exophilia #This is now my brand #Idec lemme project my types through my stories #Prince #Royal #Alien #alien x reader #alien x human #Fonir #I wasn't lying when I said I'm gonna be a monsterfucker blog #This is a soulmates thing #I don't know what I'm doing #teratophillia #I have opinions and therefore I put them in here lmao #None of the alien words exist #Don't try to look them up

[angelofthepage]

Memory Joey - What is your source?

Hi I did not get my full eight hours of sleep, and I am chomping at the bit with a new thought, so prepare for a slightly unhinged Kat theory about Joey.

Last night I was chatting with my partner in crime Beth about a number of Bendy things, but one of my many takeaways from that conversation was a new angle of looking at Memory Joey. So, recently I shared that I was frustrated with the narrative shift of Henry and Allison being ink copies, because it feels like it cheapens the original BATIM and doesn't do anything to serve the Joey Drew Redemption Arc (tm) narrative. We as the player know the man has a body count. Even if you take these two characters out of the mix, he's still responsible for the deaths of multiple other characters, mostly in the books, but like, come on, the whole "I own thousands of them" comment about souls in BATIM? The coffins with secret names on them? Joey you ain't slick. We spent too long establishing that Joey used his employees for their souls across MULTIPLE MEDIUMS to suddenly throw all of that out the window, and I don't entirely buy the idea that these two aren't the real deal. Granted, it still leaves us with questions about how the ink demon works given, there was also time dedicated to establishing that he was imperfect because he's soulless, but that's for another day.

But then, last night we talked about how none of these characters know Audrey is the daughter of Drew. And if they did know that, would their reactions be different? Would they still try to help her? I'm not sure. But it got me thinking about how there's a lot of things we the player know/believe that the characters don't. And that's when it hit me.

Memory Joey's story wasn't for us. It was for Audrey.

Now, that sounds obvious, like no duh, he's talking to Audrey for the whole scene, of course it's for her. Memory Joey doesn't know we as the players exist, he's got nothing to prove to us. But hear me out: that sequence wasn't meant to give us as players new information or prove he's a changed man, we weren't the ones who were supposed to believe in it. Audrey was. He has EVERYTHING to prove to Audrey. That's the daughter of the man he came from, his precious little girl, the first time he made something with the ink machine out of love, and she doesn't even remember that he's her father. Joey Drew, throughout his lifetime, cared a lot about how people saw him. Having shoes and a suit that didn't make him look poor, appearing financially stable to investors, the nasty things he had to say when he thought he wasn't being recorded, acting like he had control when everything he knew was falling apart, Joey was always trying to keep up appearances. And while I'll believe that he can mostly let go of that with time and growth, I don't think he could deal with Audrey, his daughter, seeing him as the bad guy. Especially when she doesn't remember Joey? Trying to make a good impression, sharing that yes, he did bad things, but he wasn't all bad? That he changed? That's covering Joey's ass something fierce.

Audrey isn't aware of Joey's body count. She doesn't know what happened to his employees. How Sammy became a cultist, how Susie was mistreated and manipulated to be desperate to be Alice. The entire story of Buddy Lewek and Norman Polk. She knows NONE of it! She doesn't know what he did. She doesn't know there were so many teenagers, just a little younger than her, that DIED because of his machine. And until you get the note about the kids that came before her, she has no idea she's not the first.

I often give Memory Joey a pass, he doesn't strike me as someone who would want to lie, especially to Audrey since he clearly cares about her. He delivers his slideshow presentation so earnestly, it feels like he truly believes this is what's true. But then I'm left questioning, what is his source? Why does he believe that they're clones? But maybe...maybe he is lying on purpose. I think it could be an equal opportunity for both. Joey was a liar in life, he lied about so many things (which is frustrating when he's the one giving us most of the information we look to to figure out how the heck ink works, Gent can you please give us some notes to cross reference?). Why wouldn't he lie to appear better to his own daughter? Memory Joey making that distinction for himself, that he himself cares for how Audrey sees him and Joey, would be a really valuable detail for his character, but him not knowing and believing all the information that someone like Joey left behind for him (since I'm assuming that's where his understanding of the cycle comes from) would also be interesting for his characterization.

But here's the kicker: by introducing the idea that Henry and Allison are not truly their human counterparts, if that turns out to be untrue, you've made a grave mistake Memory Joey. Audrey doesn't know any of these people were human before they became ink. I mean maybe she can deduce that other humans are in here given Allison's whole "I remember my first day" speech, but then Memory Joey throwing this at her, Allison is a creation rather than someone who was once alive? Who's to say she'd think twice about it? Wilson treats everyone like they're just ink and not worth caring for after all. But if she finds out about the sacrifices? That many of these ink creatures were once human? Oh Broseph my dude, you are gonna have a lot to answer for, more ways in which her trust in you will be utterly broken. That is a very messy, delicate balance. I kind of want to see that. I want to see him have his world view turned on its head, learning that he was wrong about Henry, and have him genuinely not know that he was fed bad information. Let him process that, let him struggle, and let Audrey grapple with the truth too.

Yeah, I don't necessarily think Henry and Allison are clones. Inhuman, yes, but clones? I think we need more than Memory Joey's word to know that for sure. So I ask again, sir, what is your source?

#batdr #bendy and the dark revival #memory joey #joey drew #batdr theory #bendy theory #audrey #long post

[v6rus]

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀† SWEET LIES - ©v6rus

⠀⠀⠀⟡⠀ cw: sfw. angst, fluff, established relationship, insecurities, kissing, comfort, male reader, might sound rushed (?), short drabble.

⠀𓏵⠀⠀❀⠀⠀if this is what you want, i'll give it all to you. / let me tell you what's on my mind, sorry i can't be that guy.

there was a stark silence in the room. between the both of you — you and jay — the only sound audible was your breathing and the low hum of the fan beside you. summer was in full swing, the sun shining through the large window onto your floor. it illuminated both of your faces; it lit up the anticipation present on his features. in his eyes, you had been behaving weirdly, like you had something you weren't sharing with him. it was obvious with how you pushed him away when he tried to get too close.

"baby," he spoke. his voice was much steadier than he expected it to be. "what's wrong? why are you keeping me at arm's length? please just talk to me."

the hurt in his voice made your heart ache. you wanted to explain everything, but there was a stagnant fear within you that prevented it. "what're you talking about?"

his lips formed into a frown, and he bit the inside of his cheek; a habit of his that seemed nearly unbreakable. "you've been acting strange. you're dismissive when i show you affection... if it's something i did, i'm sorry. i can't change if you don't tell me what's wrong."

again, your heart shattered at his words. it was like jay to blame himself before considering the other factors in the relationship — before blaming you. "no, no. it's not- it's not anything you did." you swallowed the thickness that had climbed up your throat, continuing as best as you could. "there's just a lot happening." typical of you to settle for the most cliche truth. vagueness was doing nothing for your case, in fact, it was only making his brain run rampant with how he could've had a part in stressing you out.

"is there anything in particular on your mind? anything i can help with?" he asked. jay was never a desperate man, but in this moment, he seemed more desperate than anything to close the distance you had put him at. he wanted to be with you, he wanted to hear every thought and worry you had.

you stared at him for a moment before speaking again. you figured it wasn't fair to keep him in the dark. inhaling deeply, you directed your gaze to the ground. "i'm just.. worried about how i'll affect you in the long run. am i a good match for you? can i be? is that possible?"

he listened, his eyebrows furrowing. "baby, look at me." he leaned forward, grabbing your chin and directing your eyes toward his. "i understand you're scared. i know it frightens you to be this close to me. but i can't help you if you stay to yourself. we can't continue in a healthy manner if you don't talk to me. please, just let me in. i'll be gentle with you, i promise."

you sighed softly, nodding. "then... i'll try harder. i love you, jay. i'm sorry." as he held his arms out, you leaned into him, allowing him to encase you in a warm embrace.

"don't apologize," he mumbled, running his fingers through your hair. "it's normal to overthink things, but i just don't want you to suffer like this. you can always talk to me."

your eyes were watering by now, and you sniffled. "you're so perfect. i don't deserve you."

he pulled back a little, tilting your head up again to meet his gaze. wiping your tears away, his voice softened just a little more. "don't say that, you're not undeserving of anything. i'm so lucky to have you, y/n." he smiled, leaning in to kiss your forehead. his lips trailed down; your temple, your cheek, before hovering over yours. he didn't want to frighten or overwhelm you, hesitancy making his movement halt. "can i kiss you?"

nodding, you leaned up into him, capturing his lips in a soft kiss. the softness of his lips was tantalizing, drawing you in. you settled for a couple soft kisses before pulling back. his eyes were sparkling, like he was entranced merely by your existence. "wanna take a nap?"

"jay, it's 9 am.."

"so? i wanna hold you."

"..."

"pleaseeee?"

"okay."

⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀  𓈒 ◌     𑁍 ⃝ ֹ 𓈒

soul speaks! not proofread. do not copy my gfx, or give me unsolicited writing advice. please like and reblog to show your support. <3

#﹙ ♱ ﹚ 𝓻.𝒌𝒊𝒗𝒆 #enhypen #jay enhypen #kpop #male reader #angst #enhypen jay #enha #park jongseong #male reader angst #m!reader #enha x you #enha x reader #fluff

[stuffymcstuffsworld]

Shovel talk

It was rather obvious that your child attracted weirdos. It was sadly a truth you had come to terms with. Iruma just had that magnetic charisma that drew people to him.

Now, just because you had come to terms with it did not mean you were turning a blind eye. Hell no! The netherworld was full of too many psycho's.

And while you couldn't constantly monitor your child 24/7. Despite some demons' attempts, **cough** Sullivan, Opera, Alice and Clara.**cough** You at least knew he needed to make his own choices without pressure.

Although...that didn't stop you from weeding out those with questionable intentions. That was a rather nice way of putting it. All things considered.

It was so cute how many students got frightened. All it took was a few well placed words. They'd run away crying after that.

But for the more persistent bunch.... it took more. More than just words. Actions were also necessary at that point.

So you may have asked for a little assistance from Balam. Nothing physical! You would never ask him to harm a student!

But his vines were certainly helpful in keeping them in place. After all, you'd rather not wrestle and chat at the same time. His bloodline ability was also useful.

Because it assured the young demons in question that you weren't a liar. That everything you said you'd do would happen. Not threats, promises.

So this is where you found yourself on a lazy Thursday afternoon. Classes had just ended, and no one was nearby to hear the conversation. You stared at the stubborn imp bound to the chair across from you.

"Balam." "Yes?" The nervous teacher stood behind you. Not that the student mood tell his teacher was nervous. It was just another intimidation tactic you utilized.

"Please be my lie detector for this conversation." The professor nods. The student straightened up. Obviously, thinking they were about to be interrogated.

How quaint, you really didn't give two shits about the brat on the chair. The less you knew about the creep, the better in your opinion. "Opera's cooking is the best." "Truth." "I'm really eight feet tall." "Lie."

You leaned back in your chair, crossing your legs. "Perfect! Now that we've established that Balam-Sensei's magic is working, let's get started."

"I am not pleased with your behavior towards my son." Your words flat and to the point. "Truth," Balam says quietly behind you.

"What makes you think you have the right to stalk him and his friends? Or to try and drop random gifts in his locker?" You hold up a bag with questionable sweets.

"I... i..." They stutter. "Did you put a love potion in these? Yes or no?" You asked firmly. "N-no i-" "Lies," Balam rumbled.

His eyes narrowed, and he gripped the back of your chair. You could tell he was upset. Not that you could blame him.

Love potions on school property were made under careful supervision. Even then it wouldn't cause more than puppy love. This, however... was stronger.

"I'm not going to waste my breath asking where you got this. I'm sure the other teachers will be happy to squeeze the information out of you. " The gargoyle looms behind you a dark look on his face.

The student trembles as the vines tighten around him. "My concern is that you tried to use this on my precious baby." You toss the bag up, allowing Balam to collect it as evidence.

They pale drastically as you raise your gaze to meet theirs. "That doesn't settle well with me, you see." Your tone sends shivers down your listeners' spine.

"See, I was going to go easy on you for the stalking, Iruma has too many of those to count at this point." You sigh. "But you had to be stupid and want more."

You lean forward, keeping eye contact. "Do you know what I do to little imps like you?" You ask lowly. They frantically shake their head.

You hold up your hand, and Balam drops a tool into your palm. You hold it out in front of you. Allowing them to see. A large shovel.

"I cover them in honey and bury them in Anthills. I leave their heads above the surface so that I can hear their screams." You trace the shovel idly with one finger. "Truth." Balam stated.

The student was a crying and sobbing mess. Truthfully, you had only had to follow through with your words once. Once was enough truth that all others who heard were terrified.

"But seeing as you've gone against school policy, your teachers are in charge of your punishment." You could see them tremble, unsure of which was worse. You can't help the small smirk.

"I'm sure Kalego-Sensei would love to hear your disregard for the school's strict rules on love potions. And Dali-Sensei, oh! And we certainly can't forget about Marbas-Sensei!"

The sugary sweet tone you used as Balam starts to drag the student away. It's more terrifying than the icy tone from before. It was one that screamed. "You're screwed!"

But that's to be expected. You loved Iruma to bits. Anyone interested in him had to go through you first. It would be over your rotting corpse before anyone with ill intention touched him.

Speaking of which. You lift up your shovel, blocking the spear about to impale you. "Too slow." Some demons just took words too literally.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #welcome to demon school iruma kun #reader #iruma suzuki #balam shichirou

[fireofjudgement]

Marking the territory

Requested here

Fandom: Alice in Borderland

Pairing: Niragi x gn!reader

Summary: Being a militant at the Beach might sound exciting to some, but to you it's mostly doing Hatter's dirty work, late night patrols and worst of all - boring meetings. This particular one started off just like the others but thanks to a new member it would quickly go downhill.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: swearing, established relationship between reader and Niragi, mentions of alcohol, nudity, teasing, public sex, exhibitionism, oral sex, jealousy, requested reader was feminine I think but i didn't mention any genitals or specific pronouns so I tagged it as gn reader - please let me know if I missed a part that would suggest otherwise

A/N: Yes, I turned a simple request into a rant about Niragi's exhibitionist kink, what are you gonna do about it. And yes, this is the first thing I'm posting after like six months, you're welcome 😌

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"And why exactly did I just waste a fucking hour listening to some..newbie's life story?"

You relaxed your face, careful not to show your amusement at Niragi's words. You lived at the Beach long enough to understand that the militants and executives were basically Hatter's chosen family - their so-called duties weren't always taken too seriously. He did like to play pretend however and look professional, in front of newcomers at least. Something something elite organization, something something only the best players. Usually you'd all play along, but clearly someone had other plans today.

"Hmm..Let's see." Of course Hatter had to pretend to take Niragi's question seriously. You've yet to see him break character in front of a new member. "Considering the fact that it's only ten in the morning, on a Monday no less, and yet Aguni had to drag you, in his own words, out of the bar and threaten to take your beloved weapon away, just for you to put a shirt on- I simply assumed you didn't have anything better to do anyway. Please forgive me if I was wrong."

"You are indeed wrong, Hatter." It was almost impressive how the obvious irony in the older man's voice seemingly escaped Niragi's attention completely. You had a theory as to what was occupying his mind at the moment though, and his next words only confirmed it. "I could think of someone..I mean something I'd rather be doing right now. Preferably shirtless." He said the last part looking directly at you, a smirk on his handsome face. 

You were trying your best to control yourself, unwilling to entertain your boyfriend in front of a stranger, but it was getting hard with the way he was looking at you. You knew he'd take you right then and there if he could, on that very table you were sitting at. It wouldn't be the first time either. Suddenly your brain was flooded with images from the past, in-between or after meetings, when it was just the two of you. Niragi wasn't a patient man, that much you were able to figure out before you even talked to him for the first time. Seeing him lose his temper at even the slightest mistake of another member was a common occurrence. He liked to get straight to the point and his impulsiveness transferred into every aspect of his life. Sex was no exception to that rule.

Unless there was even the slightest possibility of having an audience. It wasn't until some random, probably drunk and/or high, person stumbled into your room while your boyfriend was going down on you, that you realized he might have a thing for being watched. It was as if a switch was flipped inside his mind that day. Ever since then the meeting room became his favorite place- he could spend hours exploring your body, his hands and lips marking every inch of it, bringing you as close to release as possible, only to withdraw completely over and over again.

You could only guess how many of your friends have seen you all fucked out, a shaking and drooling mess, all while he didn't lose a single piece of clothing. He'd never share you and you felt bad for all those poor idiots who attempted to flirt with you only to never be seen again, but he loved nothing more than to show you off, make everyone see that you're his and nobody else can have you. Damned be the person who figured out how to charge the phones given to players during each game.

"And what about you, Y/N?" The sound of your name snapped you out of your thoughts, the looks on the other executives' faces clearly suggesting they all knew what you were fantasizing about. At that moment you wished you paid enough attention to answer Hatter's question. You shot him a begging look, hoping he'd have mercy on you this time. "What do you want to say to our newest member?" He granted your wish, but not without a loud, exaggerated sigh. 

Oh, so that's what it was about. Thinking about it now, you had a lot to say to her. Starting with the fact that you noticed how she looked at your boyfriend ever since she entered the room. That everyone else noticed too. How ridiculous she looked trying to catch his attention and how annoying and unnatural her voice sounded the entire time. And most importantly, that it would be better if she stopped embarrassing herself - Niragi didn't look her way even once, you knew for sure he would forget there was a new member introduced that day as soon as everyone leaves the room. Your relationship was far from perfect but jealousy was not something you ever had to worry about. The thought of having him all to yourself later filled you with excitement but for now you had to stay focused. 

"Welcome to the family!" You exclaimed instead of voicing your thoughts, in a sickeningly sweet tone, with the fakest smile you could muster glued to your face. "It's always a pleasure to meet people with such a..positive attitude." Your last sentence caused some barely contained laughter among the other executives. Even Aguni looked a little less intimidating than usual. It was hard not to notice the newbie's poor attempts at flirting, the only oblivious one remaining was ironically enough the very target of these attempts. Or at least that's what you thought. 

Hesitantly, you got up from your seat to properly greet the girl, as you did with every new member. It was awkward to say the least, forcing yourself to be so friendly with someone who probably hated everything about you. Maybe except your significant other. Luckily, judging by the amount of cards she presented to Hatter upon joining, you didn't think she'd last long at the Beach. 

Finally, after the longest and most uncomfortable hug and hand shake of your life, you made your way back to your seat. A loud gasp escaped your lips when suddenly you felt someone's hands firmly grabbing your waist, pulling you into their lap. It was unexpected and it caught you off guard, but you soon recognized your boyfriend and calmed down a little. It was quite unusual for him to act that way. You started to think that maybe he wanted to tell you something without the others noticing, but no, he wasn't even facing you. You followed his gaze and..oh. You couldn't hold that smile in anymore, not when the new girl was staring at the two of you with such pure disgust written all over her face. It definitely didn't suit her, you had to admit. But it wasn't exactly your fault that you and Niragi made for one hot couple.

That's when it finally occurred to you however, that he did, in fact, notice her advances. He just waited for a perfect moment to shut them down, and since he couldn't just fuck you right then and there in front of everyone..he settled for the next best thing. It would be an understatement to say that him acting so possessive, though in such a subtle way, made you incredibly horny. Now that you were so close you could tell he was excited too. And judging by how fast the girl stormed out of the room after the meeting was done, she must have received the message, loud and clear. When all of the other members left the room, you knew Niragi would show you that he only wanted you. You also knew that Hatter and Aguni would not let this go for a very long time, but you'd deal with that later. Much, much later.

#alice in borderland #alice in boderland x reader #niragi alice in borderland #aib niragi #niragi suguru #niragi x reader #she's writing again!! #expect much more alice in borderland stuff soon