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Omg wait... so like imagine that Chuuya found someone new a few months or a year later; and in that span of time, reader changed a LOT (in a good way) but they still love Chuuya. So when they see Chuuya's new gf, they're like 'I can be a better girlfriend than her' and 'I can treat you better than she can' KSJASJDJ AHAHA

idk I've been listening to too much unrequited love songs recently 😭😭

“Once I Fix Me, He's Gonna Miss Me ♡” Chuuya Nakahara x GN!Reader ੈ✩‧₊˚

Warnings; unhealthy mindsets, reader is obsessive (?), jealousy

Description; This is a part two of sorts of THIS fic!!! After seeing Chuuya out with someone after your breakup, you feel the need to change yourself for him and try to get him back.

A/n; IM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG SILVER!!!! I hope it's acceptable 3: i dunno if it's exactly what you wanted but I hope you don't hate it or nothin 😮‍💨

Chuuya doesn't want any bad blood between the two of you after he leaves, but you can't help but feel abandoned. Even if the relationship only last a couple of months you're still heartbroken- you put all your trust in Chuuya and opened up for him, all for it to be tossed out the window. He told you he felt like the chemistry wasn't there anymore and that he'd fallen for someone else, someone who made his heartbeat speed up the way you had for about a week. You still wanted him though. Just the sheer memory of his beautiful blue eyes gazing into yours made your body heat up and everytime you tried distracting yourself with other people, your mind only wandered back to him.

While out on a walk one day in attempt to clear your mind, you found yourself wandering into a cafe for some coffee. While waiting for one of the baristas to make your drink, you spotted a familiar head of orange hair sitting in one of the booths. The same orange hair that you'd run your fingers through every night not long ago. He seemed to be talking to someone, an amused smile on his face. You felt your heart drop to your stomach, dragged down by the jealousy that you felt for whoever he was talking to. Your attention was pulled back to the counter when the barista handed you your drink. "Here you go, have a good day!" The woman has a smile on her face, one that no matter how hard you tried you just couldn't reciprocate. You huffed as you walked out the door and back to your apartment, and on that walk you decided that you had to do something, anything, to make yourself better. You were content with who you were before, but if Chuuya didn't like you, you also didn't like you.

You tried to attain a healthier lifestyle, eating more fruits and vegetables than usual and buying clothing that seemed to better fit his aesthetic. You started getting more sleep,whether it be out of determination to make yourself as good as possible for him or because you felt too depressed to do anything else. When you did have energy, you used it going out and hoping to bump into him. Sometimes you'd even look at his socials medias on burner accounts in attempt to find out his plans for coming days so you could 'coincidentally' show up at the same time and place as him. Stalking his socials only made you spiral more, your jealousy getting worse every time you saw that woman on his profile. Even if she wasn't in the pictures her comments would always appear underneath them, punctuated with an unnecessary amount of heart emojis. You wouldn't be able to admit without shame the amount of times it made you slam your phone onto a dresser or table. Sure, you had gotten healthier physically and dressed like you were doing well, but your mental health proved to be deteriorating. You came to realize that when talking with anyone but Chuuya became difficult and you got snappier. You knew it'd be in your best interest to get therapy, and you figured Chuuya would prefer someone who was more stable than not, so you made time in your schedule for it weekly. All of this just for him to like you again.

As a matter of fact, on your walk back home from an appointment, you were taking in nature when you spotted him at the end of the street you were walking down. Your eyes widened when you realized that he wasn't with his girlfriend. You had every possible meeting between the two of you planned out in your head, so you knew exactly how to start a conversation. Sure, it was real cliche and definitely embarrassing, but you did what you had to. You tripped and fell down onto the sidewalk, yelping at the impact. His eyes widened and he kept a steady pace, considering walking past you, but he decided to help you up. He held out a hand for you. "oh- Chuuya! Long time no see- thank you." You brushed off your clothing once you stood up. "Yeah, no problem." He gave a small smile and went to walk passed you in his way but you stopped him again. "Hey, wait- are you busy?" You asked. He poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue hesitantly but soon shook his head. "No, why?" You smiled and fidgeted with your fingers, a nervous habit of yours that he immediately recognized and smiled to himself. He didn't exactly hate that he still made you nervous.

"Would you wanna get coffee or somethin'? On me, I won't make you spend your money, I just think catching up might be nice." You say, trying to convince him to go with you, just for a moment. "It's a little late for coffee, don't you think? How about to a bar? You're not driving anywhere, are ya?" You shake your head. "I walk nearly everywhere." He nods, waving you along to walk with him to a bar. You followed with an excited smile on your face. "You're not either, right?" He shakes his head and sighs. "My motorcycle is in the repair shop, I just dropped it off, actually. That's why I'm out." You hum in understanding. "Oh, I'm wishing it a speedy recovery then." He smiles and nods. "And a cheap one."

The bar quickly comes into view and the two of you enter and sit down on one of the stools next to each other and order a drink. "So...uh, anything new?" You ask, sipping on yours when it comes. "Yeah, I'm seeing someone I guess." His gaze was averted to the counter top. 'i guess.' An unlikely mood booster. You had to hold back a grin from appearing on your face. "Oh, I hope that's well...I haven't met anyone interesting enough." You say light heartedly, making him laugh quietly under his breath. "The girl I'm seein' is great, just...we butt heads a lot, but she's a real sweetheart." He tells, clearly still trusting you enough to let on those details. Keeping your face neutral was difficult, but you kept it up anyways. The fact that he was praising her outweighed and happiness you got from the fact that he seemed to be questioning their relationship. "Haha, I'm happy that you're dedicated to her, it only took us butting heads badly once as for you to have enough." You said, trying to sound as not-bitter as possible. You swirled your drink in its glass.

His eyebrows furrowed and looked back over at you. "No way, it was definitely more than once." He says, accepting his drink from the bartender. "It was only real bad once, and I don't even remember what it was about." You say bittersweetly, feeling your mood deflate, regardless of whether or not you had him sitting with you again. "Yeah...come to think of it me neither." You say for a moment in silence. "Did you want to get rid of me that whole time? I offered counseling, so did you just not want me anymore?" He chewed on his lip and thought. "Maybe." You took a long swing of your drink. "I honestly think I was a great partner." He immediately replies, the gentleness fading from his tone. "I'm not saying you weren't." There's a bit of an uncomfortable silence. "You don't need to defend yourself, I know the end was my fault. Damn." He says, his patience seemingly having worn thin throughout the day. "I'm...I'm sorry if that was over the top. It's been a rough day." He says , downing the rest of his drink. "On you, right? I think I should get going." He stands up but you call after him, not wanting the conversation to end just yet. You slapped a fifty dollar bill on the bar and followed him outside, straightening out your jacket as you did so. "Why are you leaving?" You ask. "Is it just a habit or somethin'? Always leaving me?" You persisted, your anger growing inside of you with each second. He turned back to you and quietly but aggressively started talking.

"I am not gonna sit with you and talk about our past relationship, it's over, and if you think you can slide back into my life by buying me a drink then you really need to rethink your strategy. I know you better than you think and I know you still want me. I have a good woman to get home to, goodbye, y/n." His presence in front of you is punctuated by a strong glare before he turns and walks away from you. "I'm better than her and you know it! Why will you never give me a chance!" You frustratedly yell back to him, but it does nothing to stop him walking away from you and only makes him pick up his pace. You bit your lip to hold back your tears and quickly walked back off to your own place, storming inside and slamming the door behind you. You collapsed onto the couch with an angry groan, making one of the few cheap throw pillows into a victim of your aggression, punching it a couple times before hugging it to your chest. Had this happened to you a couple of months ago you would have thrown and broke things out of your anger, but even if you wanted to right now you couldn't fathom doing anything but lying on the couch and crying to yourself. You felt pathetic, you didn't think Chuuya would see right through you like that, but having been with him for a few months he must've known just how persistent you can be. You sat there and stared at the ceiling, feeling your tears well up in your eyes. You had gone through almost every stage of grief when dealing with the loss of Chuuya in your life, and no matter how much you didn't want to, it was finally time to accept it.

A/n; see told you guys I'm on that request grind. I really hope this is okay silver 3:

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buckets-and-trees · 1 year

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Title: Fire Burning from a Cedar Tree

Fandom: MCU

Characters/Pairings: King!Steve x Royal!female!Reader, brief appearance from Natasha

Word Count: 3.4k

Summary: Georgian-but-quasi-American royal AU. You came into the betrothal with no illusions to the situation – yours was a marriage to ensure the continuation of many generations of alliance and peace between your respective kingdoms. Very early, however, you learn what your royal union truly means to you both.

Content Warnings: politically arranged marriage, reluctant pining, SMUT (rough fucking, p in v, oral – female receiving, fluffy fucking, nipple play)

Additional Notes: The eighth and final offering in my 2022 Holiday Extravaganza. Just a smutty one-shot here with a smattering of situation painting/plot and relationship development. Did I think we were going to end up with this much Steve for the HE? Nope! But here we are, yet again ahaha. I had closed my laptop and gotten up to go to bed, had this idea while brushing my teeth, and sat back down and typed for an hour, then have been feverishly returning to it as I had the time. So I hope you enjoy, dear reader.

Music Ficspiration: Big God by Florence + the Machine, I’ve Grown Accustomed to Her Face from My Fair Lady, Better Love by Hozier, Movement by Hozier, So Real by Jeff Buckley, Lover, You Should’ve Come Over by Jeff Buckley

“Your Majesty,” one of your ladies in waiting enters your bedchambers and sweeps into a curtsy.

“Yes?” you prompt, turning in your chair to look at her directly instead of through mirror of the vanity.

“His Majesty the King has returned.”

You nod, “Thank you. You may retire for the evening.”

She curtsies again, bowing her head, and then leaves, closing the door softly behind her. You sigh, turning back properly in your chair so your lady in waiting, the Duchess Natalia, can resume taking down your hair.

“Your Majesty?” she prompts, noting your sigh.

“It’s good to hear the king is back.”

“He will undoubtedly request an audience with you tomorrow,” she says. She is far too observant and already knows you too well.

She is also mercifully diplomatic, discreet, and a confidant who listens and doesn’t needle you or pry, so she continues letting out the braids, letting you muse on your own and only speak further if you want to.

You don’t want to.

The product of a long-arranged betrothal to bring peace between two countries, you had accepted your fate, resigned to be a good and dutiful queen. You were not to inherit a throne in your own country, had known that from birth with two older brothers, and you had grown up ready to embrace duty and opportunity. On arriving in the kingdom of Brooklyn as the future queen, your interactions with King Steven had been limited, but pleasant. They had been sufficient for you to be secure in your hope that it would be a good union, no need to worry about him being either cruel or moronic.

You had expected to be wedded and bedded. What you had not expected was to actually fall for him after the wedding ceremony and royal festivities when the two of you had taken the custom ten-day royal honeymoon to the palace in the north of his country by the lakes. The first night, of course, you’d consummated the union. The first few days you had been tentative in each other’s company. But with few staff, few interruptions, no royal obligations, only time really to yourselves – dining together, walking in the gardens, riding in the forest, in your bedchambers… you had grown close, and you had dangerously started to lose your heart to him.

Then you had been sent back to court while he had to depart directly to attend to matters in California in Stark’s kingdom. Two weeks had stretched to three, and the longer he was absent, the more you missed him, spurring you to grow more irritated at your naivety for developing more tender feelings for him than just that of the dutiful wife and queen you were supposed to and had intended to be.

No, here you sat, hoping your husband would summon you on the morrow, as you could not simply turn up in his royal presence, even though you were queen. Indeed, you could go anywhere else in this kingdom, had the company of many – some only because they had to or were courting your favor, but enough warm and developing relationships throughout the court – but not the one person you now yearned for.

You had been prepared all your life to marry a king and not to grow sentimentally attached to him as your husband. You felt like such a fool, pining when you had been perfectly fine and content in your life a mere six weeks ago.

There are voices outside your bedchamber and you and Natasha exchange perplexed looks. Just as she turns toward the door, it bursts open, the king entering without hesitation. He takes in the scene then quickly strides forward.

Natasha quickly drops into the customary curtsy. “Your Majesty,” she says.

You should have risen from your spot and greeted him as well, but your heart has jumped into your throat, and you are momentarily frozen.

The king is across the room and standing next to you by the time Natasha rises back to her full stature. He reaches out for the brush in her hand, and you catch the nearly imperceptible lift of the corners of her lips in a smile as she gives it to him.

“Duchess, you may go, I will take over.”

“Yes, your Majesty.”

She makes to curtsy again before exiting, but he waves her off. “Go,” he commands, impatiently but somehow without any irritation, and she heeds his wishes and departs immediately.

Wordlessly, he steps right up behind you. You suppose you shouldn’t have been surprised he came to you. You belong to him, and he’s been denied by proximity for three weeks. He pulls all your hair into his left hand, then, holding it, works the brush through it with his right hand, starting at the bottom, moving up a little at a time. You marvel at how gently and methodically he works through your locks, almost reverently. Neither of you speak as he brushes your hair. You study him in the mirror. He’s concentrated fully on his task. Coming to a finish, he finally meets your gaze in the mirror, and the look in his eyes is intense. He sets the brush on the dressing table and sweeps your hair to one side, exposing your neck and he leans down to press a long, heated kiss to your delicate skin. You shiver as he follows this with shorter kisses trailing down your neck to the juncture where it meets shoulder, and it’s a sensitive point that draws a sigh from your lips.

He stands up straight and urges you to turn in your chair and face him. His fingers possessively trace along your jaw, tilting your chin up. “Did you miss your king?”

You couldn’t say you missed your husband and not your king, not yet, so instead of mincing words or spinning together something else true enough to say, you bring your hand up over his, and turn your head to press a kiss into the palm of his hand.

You try to move to kneel before him, but he says, “Oh no,” instead insisting on luring you up and pulling you into a kiss, fully flush against his body, and he leads you in no uncertain terms to the bed, shoving you down to sit at the foot of the mattress. He draws back and both of you are panting heavily. He stands between your legs, and he doesn’t take his eyes off your as he pulls his tunic up over his head and drops it to the floor. His breeches quickly follow, and his cock springs free, hard, and ready to take you. Already breathing heavily, you’re able to hide your reaction somewhat – which is a confusing mixture of both excitement and trepidation.

He urges you to scoot back, crawling up to join you,

Midway up the bed, he presses on your shoulder, “Lay back for me. “

He rucks up your nightgown around your hips, and crawls over you, using one hand to guide himself into your already slickening folds before caging you in on either side of your head and thrusting deep inside your cunt, filling you completely with the first thrust.

He adopts a frenzied pace to fuck you. It’s hard and fast. He’s no longer looking at you, his head dropped and buried into the crook of your neck. You can’t catch your breath. This isn’t what you wanted.

He holds your thigh up around his narrow waist, spearing into you again and again, his fingers digging into your flesh with a bruising force. You let out a quiet sob and he abruptly stills, raising his head to look at you, but you can’t look at him.

You’re not fast enough to brush away the tears though, and you know he sees them slowly rolling down your cheeks, tears you had fought to keep at bay.

He utters your name as if in pain and draws away completely, sitting back on his heels.

You turn away, rolling to your side, feeling so much more of you has been exposed than merely your naked body before him.

After a moment that stretches on between the two of you, his fingers tenderly caress your calf. He murmurs your name tentatively this time, a question.

You sense him shift on the bed, and suddenly you feel him behind you. You are wrapped in on yourself, but his hand brushes softly from your elbow to your shoulder. He lingers there for a moment, then you feel him shift behind you again, and he props himself up, so he can look down at you over your shoulder, and his hand moves purposefully now to your cheek to wipe away your tears. He plants a kiss on your shoulder. Then he brings his hand back to your shoulder and softly urges you to roll toward him so you’re on your back again and he can look directly at you again.

“That was too rough. You are a queen and deserve better treatment from a king.”

You turn your head away. “No, it’s not…” You bite your lip. Even the way he apologized was too detached and it made your heart ache.

“Not what?”

More hot tears spill silently over your cheeks. How can you explain? You hardly understood the tempest in your heart yourself.

But then he cups the side of your face, brushes his thumb over the apple of your cheek, and when he draws your gaze back to him, there is something in his eyes so searching and raw that your heart longs for more of that version of him. “It wasn’t that you were too rough, it was that I don’t want to be merely used and discarded.” Your admission is out in a rush before you could second guess your words or their consequences.

He frowns. “Far from it.”

He moves closer and plants a kiss on your forehead, then rests his forehead against yours. Eyes closed, for a moment you both simply breath each other in being that close, one of his hands still cupping your cheek. At length, he speaks again. “I was desperate for you.”

“Desperate for me?”

He breaks away and laughs softly, but there’s a pang of bitterness to it. “Yes, desperate.”

He sits up, facing away from you.

You sit up next to him, smoothing your nightdress down, unsure how to proceed, you don’t want to lose him in the present. “Steven?” you try to coax him for more.

He sighs. “I’m afraid you will find me to be a fool.”

You wait for him to continue, needing to hear what he means.

“I was serenely independent and content before we wed, and inexplicably in a matter of days you somehow seem to have seeped into my bones, because from the first of your absence my mind turned so often of you. I found myself wondering what your opinion would be, wanting you to try some of the delicacies alongside me, wishing to see your smiles and your frowns throughout the course of the day. When I returned to my chambers each night, they were empty instead of peaceful and solitary. I’d grown accustomed to your voice, accustomed to your face, accustomed to your place at my side.”

He pauses again for a moment, and his expression pained. “But it was more than accustomed – I truly yearned for you and was angry to feel so much unlike myself when I’ve ruled for more than a decade without you, lived a life I thought was very much complete before you, devoted to the crown and happy in my reign, and now…”

The sentiment lingers in the space between you. Surely, he must hear your thundering of your heart in your chest. Finally, you say, “If you’re a fool, I’m a fool.”

His head snaps to look at you.

You take a deep breath and expose your soul to him, too. “I was born and raised for our royal duties, to marry and become a useful and reliable queen. There was no question of your deep commitment to rule this kingdom dutifully as its king. In the days before we married, it was evident we had the same expectations of our union, no sentimental notions. It made sense, and we were well-matched. At our wedding, we became king and queen. Away from our royal expectations, alone with each other, I think we both fell into becoming husband and wife. I’ve yearned for you these past weeks as well, and I couldn’t abide how impossible I thought my situation was, so sure and confident I would make for a good queen but discovering I wanted more. It was only when you went away that I felt the lack of something – an affection as I’d never had before, both for you and from you.”

He turns fully toward you and kisses you again, and instead of the demand and hunger, as he kisses now it’s driven only by the unrestrained yearning he confessed and that you admitted in return.

He pulls you into his lap, and you straddle him. He breaks the kiss to rid you of your nightdress entirely now instead of only pushing it out of the way as before, and then his lips immediately seek yours again. Your arms wrap around his neck, and his broad, warm hands are splayed across your back, pressing you flush to him, and you are just as eager to feel every inch of his skin seared against yours

He pauses his kiss, both of you utterly breathless now. You put a hand on his chest over his heart. He looks down and smiles at the gesture before looking up and beaming at you, but his small falters a fraction at the concentrated look on your face.

“What is it?”

You speak the notion that’s newly bloomed in your chest. “We are the only two people in the world with whom we can be totally ourselves, husband and wife, not the king and the queen, just a man and a woman.”

He nods fervently. “A new vow then between us: to both guard and embrace this as a true and unfettered love.”

You kiss him, but he only returns it briefly before pausing it again. “Do you swear it?” he asks.

You bob your head eagerly, seeking his lips, but he grips your chin, holding you back. “Words.”

“I swear it with everything I am.”

“As do I,” he affirms, then captures your lips again with his, moving you both again, this time lowering you worshipfully to the mattress. His mouth begins moving slowly down your neck, and you shiver, one hand coming up to tangle in his hair, the other clutching his muscled bicep. When he reaches the base of your neck, his tongue laves at the sweet spot he discovered there in your first precious days together, making you whimper. He then mouths at the spot and plants one more kiss there before moving lower. His lips skim lightly down your chest, kissing over where your heart is thrumming. He kisses the swell of your left breast, and then moves to mirror that action on the right. He brings his right hand up to palm one of your breasts as his tongue flicks across your nipple. He works to bring both to stiff peaks, licking and sucking the right while his hand plays with the left. Your back arches in pleasure at his ministrations.

He moves his mouth back to the other breast, and before you can think to miss his hand there, it’s confidently parting your thighs, seeking your now extremely wet folds.

“Steve.”

“That’s it, my love, let me make you feel good,” he says, and you whimper again. His fingers stroke your labia slowly. Your eyes close as he stokes your pleasure. He slips a finger into your core, pumping in and out. When he adds another finger, you can’t hold back the little noises that escape you. He presses his thumb to your clit, rubbing circles, and those little noises morph into a moan. Steve moves up now to hover over you, watching your face as he works you up to your first climax that night. You would feel too exposed if he had studied you this way during your first days together, but your confessions tonight to each other leave you now feeling safe being so intimately on display. When you cry out, hips bucking, he continues to stroke, working you through the orgasm.

He removes his fingers, and you need the moment, but lament the emptiness. His eyes are still on your face, and when your breathing is close to normal, you open your eyes and look back at him. Then you glance lower to see he’s pumping his hard, thick member with the hand that was still glistening with your slick of arousal. His eyes are aflame with his need, and he moves in to kiss you again. You welcome it, parting your lips and sliding your tongue between his. He opens for you, and as your tongues tease and delve, you roll and hungrily push him back on the mattress.

Steve grabs your hips with both of his hands and moves your body to straddle him. In place just where he wants you, chest to chest, you drop down to your elbows, planted on either side of his head. As you continue to kiss, he presses his hand down to the base of your spine and brushes his cock temptingly against your entrance. You push your hips back against him, and his chest hums with approval.

“Please,” you plead.

He doesn’t make you ask twice, using his other hand to guide his length into your quim. He doesn’t rush this push into you, but it’s not slow. Once fully sheathed, he moves his arms to circle around your chest, holding you close to him as he sets a steady pace thrusting up into you. He swallows your moans of ecstasy. When it begins to overwhelm you, you have to break off the consuming kiss to gulp lungful’s of air. Seeing you desperate like this above him drives his voracity.

Still buried inside you, he rolls to bring you beneath him once more. You cling to his shoulders, and he continues to advance toward release for both of you. He shifts the angle of his hips, and he’s rewarded with a pure keen from you. He continues to hit the spongy spot up against your pubic bone. You sob, so close, and this time the tears are pure pleasure. He grasps at one of your hands, and your fingers twine together. A few more thrusts and your walls flutter around him and then he your orgasm hits. Your spasming channel is too much, and with a groan he spills inside you right after.

He collapses against you, and you welcome the weight of his body. You’re both quiet in your moment of satiation. Your free hand draws lazy patterns over his shoulder blade as your breathing returns to normal. You wonder if he’s going to drop off into sleep, but then he repositions slightly, and asks, “Are you comfortable?”

“Mhmm,” you respond. You’re comfortable physically and intimately in this moment with him.

He brings your joined hands to his lips, and he kisses the back of your hand, then tucks it close to his chest and begins conversing with you – about the mundane, the important, things from the past few weeks apart, and from your lives apart before. There’s more kissing, followed by more pleasure, pulling each other apart in turn, and no sleeping until long after midnight.

You groan when he wakes you at what seems to be daybreak. You close your eyes again swiftly, and open your mouth to protest, but he cups your jaw and his thumb brushes over your parted lips. “I know it’s early,” he murmurs, “but I want to have you once more while we’re alone and unbothered.”

And when he says it like that, with such tenderness and longing, you wouldn’t dream of denying it for either of you. You hope to grow accustomed to many more stolen mornings over your lifetime together now.

COMPANION/PREQUEL PIECE: The Thrill of Knowing How Alone We Are

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quinnkasih · 1 year

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Kitty Cat

chapter 3 - "the internet cafe's loyal customers"

cat!scara x collegestudent!fem!reader

SYNOPSIS

You are just an ordinary college student, having friends, hard projects and surviving on a low budget. Every week, or saturday to be specific, you would come by your favorite cafe in town, Fatui Cat Cafe. It is such a calming and lively place for you after a busy week as a student. In the cafe, there's one cat that despises everyone, except you.

A/N :

i add a little change to the story. Before, it was Teyvat's Cat Cafe. But I changed it into Fatui's Cat Cafe, due to some stuff. Who knows? Maybe you'll know the story if you match it with the harbingers' actual lore..~

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It was dark outside. All shops were closed, some of the are still open. But only a few. The scenery was lonely. Lonely streets were lighted by street lights that light up during the night time.

Next to Fatui Cat Cafe was a dark alleyway, they throw out their garbage and leftovers there.

It was quiet, too quiet. Until there was the sound of a door opening from the dark alleyway.

There was a male coming outside the door. He looked fishy, wearing a cap and is hooded with a black hoodie and is wearing jeans. He has indigo colored hair.

He was busy fixing his attire. When he was about to leave, he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Hey comrade! What are you doing outside at such a late time?" Taunted a guy with ginger colored hair.

"Back off, dont call me that. And dont be so stupid, you know what im outside for" Said the hooded man coldly, not bother turning to look at him.

"Hmm? Let me guess..~"

"It's neither you going to the internet cafe you usually go to or the 24 hour convenient store" Guessed the guy.

"What? Who told you about this?" Asked the hooded man furiously, turning to look the other man.

"Ahaha! Dont act all surprised Scara, everyone literally knows you leave the cafe every night. Signora saw you walking out of the door" Explained the ginger man, giggling.

Scara just glared at Childe harshly, not answering.

"So? What brings you here then?" Asked Scara again, hands crossed against his chest.

"Hm? Whats wrong with me being outside? I mean, you are even outside yourself" Childe answered and scoffed.

Scara just answered with a "ok" and started to leave him.

"H-hey!! Wait for me!!" Childe shouted from afar as he ran towards Scara.

...

They stopped by an internet cafe, it was usually crowded. But since it was midnight, of course it isnt.

"Its up to you whether you want to rent or not. Also, Im not paying your bill." Scara exclaimed, opening the door.

"Huh??! What do you mean?? I thought you are paying me?? How do even have money??!" Childe asked, surprised.

"I stole it from the cashier" Scara confessed, not feeling any guilty of doing it.

"Hey! You stole it?! I'll report you to master Tsaritsa!!" Childe warned.

"Pfft why should I care? Go on and report it to her, I really dont care. And also, you sound stupid calling her master Tsaritsa." Scara mentioned as he payed for the billing, 1 hour.

As Scara was heading towards the computer he always used, Childe kept on complaining.

...

"Hufff, what do you even need to rent a computer anyways?" Childe sighed and stretched in his seat.

Scara did not answered anything. He countinued on to type on the keyboard for something. On his screen, showed a search bar. He was searching his own name, his intend was to know his reputation on the internet.

The loading took awhile, but it had finished anyways. He clicked his own hashtag, #scaracat.

The very first post on the top, which is the most popular and recently post, was a video. He hovered the cursor to the play button and clicked.

The video started, it was a video of a girl crouching to a black purple-ish cat, she is stroking the cat slowly. The place was familiar, it was the Fatui Cat Cafe.

After a moment of watching he finally realised its him, in his cat form.

He was surprised. Since when did he started to be gentle to someone? Why is he so calm and enjoying the girls touch in the video?

At the end of the video, he woke up suddenly and bit the girl's hand that was stroking him and the video was cutted off.

"Oohh, thats the video from yesterday's feeding with customers event" Childe commented as he saw the screen.

He remembered again the warmth and affection he received in his sleep yesterday afternoon. He thought it was just him feeling things. Well, it sure isnt him.

He scrolled down to the comments and checked, it was all positive comments.

The comments were just dry, like "aww cute!! 🥰🥰🥰😍" or "aww🥺🥺". He expected to meet a comment or two like, "man wish that was me" or "hey women move‼️‼️ my turn❗" or basically just simp comments. But who would simp for a cat??

He still expects like a comment like so, he countinued to scroll down the comments.

He the came across a comment, saying "the girl in the video is @/y/nn". He clicked the tagged user and the page loaded.

Childe on the other hand who was watching the same thing as Scara, is very interested in this girl.

@/y/nn is actually just a normal typical girl who does dance videos or vlogged her day with her friends, nothing special.

Her latest video has many views than her usually views on other videos, maybe because she recently got famous due to being one of the persons to calm him.

The video that got most views was a video of her dancing the newest trend, Casey dance. She isnt like most girls that really showed off their curves with the dance, she still kept her image well and kept her curves covered with baggy and oversized clothing despite the slight explicit dance.

(For those of you who dont know the dance, here's the video)

"Mannn, y/n is pretty~" Teased Childe beside Scara.

Scara only kept on looking on the screen with a slight blush on his cheeks. His cat ears which are hidden and blocked by his cap and hood were twitching to rise up, a sign of him being flustered. His tail was also itching to wag a little.

Childe only looked at him with a smug smile plastered on his face.

...

Eventually their rent time for the computer has ended so they left.

Childe insisted on buying some snack or stuff at the 24 hour convenient store with some money he found on the computer desk he was sitting on, Scara agreed.

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xnchxntmxnt · 8 months

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Hey! May I ask for a pt 2 of the "skating in heels" piece you wrote, please? No pressure if you don't want to do it!

WHEW OKAY anon. Love ya. Thank you for the request. I forgot it was there for several months im sorry 😭 forgive me

Characters: Kojiro Nanjo, Langa Hasegawa

Warnings: above text if needed

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part one

Kojiro “Joe” Nanjo

Small warning: talk of injuries but its in a light hearted and teasing way, nothing graphic

Alright

See this guy

He’s gonna think its impressive

Clapping, cheering, the whole bit

You can probably sense a but coming

BUT

He’s watching and he’s like

That cant be THAT hard

Ahaha yeah. Sure joe

So you scour the internet trying to find him a pair for 2in heels (start a little easy on him)

They usually dont make heels in his size but dammit, youre stubborn, you find some. Theyre international shipping so you gotta pay the extra money and wait a little longer, but he tested you and now he gets to reap the benefits

Honestly, i love being petty with kojiro because he wouldn’t get upset he just matches your energy

So these heels come and you take him to a skate park on a less busy night when there aren’t any teenagers around. And bring a helmet just in case

“I haven't worn a helmet skating since i was sixteen!” “I know, and you got a concussion two weeks later. Wear it”

So he does, but makes fun of you for it endlessly

Until he falls on his ass coming down off the halfpipe and slams his head into the concrete. So he was happy for it then

Now he just has a bruised butt and ego, but no bruised BRAIN

(dont get concussions kids, i did and it was not fun)

He gets up, dusts himself off, and grumbles something about how he put his foot in the wrong place and he’ll get it next time

(he’s not used to the gap between the heel of the shoe and his toes. Makes a difference)

After making some excuses he tries again. Falls again, and this time its because “the shoes aren’t broken in”

Several tries and excuses later, he gives up and puts his sneakers back on. He respects your ability a lot more after that

Langa “Snow” Hasegawa

Shocked pikachu face

Not much more i can say

Langa is a man of few words and i think he’d just stand there staring at you

You decided to show off to him & reki at the skate park randomly one day (they were very curious what the shoes were for) and pull a couple small tricks on the board

Reki’s all sorts of excited and cheering for you because he’s never seen someone DO that before

Langa just. Sits there mouth slightly open

(gets made fun of for it gently lol)

When youre done and skate back over langa begins spinning you around and checking you for injuries or anything because “that can be very dangerous” and he’s worried about you skating in shoes that are not meant to be skated in

But when he’s finally satisfied and knows that youre okay and didn’t pull anything he’s slightly smiley

“That’s very impressive”

“Thanks, langa”

Proceeds to talk about it for the next SEVERAL days with reki, but doesn’t tend to bring it up with you. No one’s sure why, but he just cant stop singing your praises when you’re not around

Not out of malice, he just does that. Talks a lot about the people he loves when theyre not there. Cute habit of his

He thinks youre so cool though and loves to watch you skate when you put your heels on (or just watch you skate in general

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misc-obeyme · 5 months

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9 Days of Solomon: Day 7 - Familiar

This one may have ended up a little cheesy but I couldn't RESIST. I got the idea for the first few lines of dialogue and I knew I wouldn't be able to write anything different, so here we are.

This one features Satan because I think everybody forgets that Solomon is also a fan of cats. And I really believe that they would encourage each other on this particular topic.

MC also makes an appearance. It's all platonic, but when I tell you that writing this made me want to write some actual SoloTan...

Solomon was in the kitchen at Cocytus Hall, not making anything for once. He was sitting at the kitchen counter, looking through an old book of curses that Satan had brought over to show him. Satan himself was making tea for them. You were at the House of Lamentation and wouldn't be home until later that evening.

Solomon was absorbed in the book, fascinated by the archaic language the curses were written in. He was studying each page carefully, not fully paying attention to his surroundings.

"Have you ever considered getting a familiar?"

Solomon looked up. Satan was leaning on the counter, chin in his hand, while he waited for the water to boil. He had the clear look of someone who's been daydreaming.

Solomon smiled. "That's more of a witch thing than a sorcerer thing. Why?"

Satan looked across the counter at him. "It occurs to me that you could keep a cat here at Cocytus Hall."

Solomon's eyes widened. He had never thought of that. He frowned. There was a reason he hadn't. But Satan didn't know that you and Solomon were from the future. He couldn't know that at some point, Solomon would have to leave such a pet behind if he actually got one.

And who would take care of that cat when he was gone?

Satan looked at him quizzically, still waiting for a response.

"I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have a familiar," Solomon said carefully.

Satan smiled and although it was soft, there was also a sparkle behind his eyes, like he was trying to keep in his excitement. "There are many cats looking for homes here in the Devildom," Satan said.

Solomon nodded seriously. "I'm sure there are. But Satan, if anything were to happen to me or MC, I need you to promise me you'll take care of it."

Satan had just taken the kettle off the stove, preparing to pour the water into the teapot. Now he paused and frowned at Solomon. "What an odd thing to say," he said.

"Ahaha! Is it? I think it's a perfectly reasonable request." Solomon sat back and smiled.

Satan seemed to relax, going back to pouring the water for tea. He set the kettle back on the stove and shrugged. "Of course I would," he said.

Solomon shook his head. "I need you to promise."

Satan frowned again. "You're being strangely persistent about this."

"Adopting a cat is a serious commitment," Solomon said. "I want to make sure it has the best life possible. And no one would ever take care of it as well as you. Don't you agree?"

"Mm.” Satan nodded briefly in agreement. "Very well. I promise to care for any cat you decide to adopt in the event that you or MC can no longer do so yourselves."

Solomon smiled. "Thank you, Satan. After we have some of this tea, why don't you show me what cats you had in mind?"

Later that evening, you came home after a tiring day with the brothers, even if there was one less than usual. You had known that Satan was at Cocytus Hall with Solomon, but you assumed they would be spending their time reading that dusty old book of curses.

You had not expected to walk into the living room to find them both sitting on the floor, watching a black cat with long fur and bright yellow eyes cleaning its paws.

"Is that a stray?" you asked.

Solomon looked up at you. "This is my new familiar," he said. "Satan found her on the RAD grounds last week."

You folded your arms and frowned. "Familiar? I thought that was a witch thing."

"It is," Satan said. "We're only using that as an excuse for Solomon to have a pet cat here."

Solomon laughed and nudged Satan with his elbow.

Satan shrugged. "It's true."

"Did you ask Barbatos?" you asked. “Or Lord Diavolo?”

Solomon and Satan exchanged a guilty look that told you everything you needed to know.

You sighed, crossing the room. You approached the cat slowly, waiting to see how she would react to you. She was sitting on the sofa, watching you come closer. You put your hand in front of her nose and she immediately pushed her face into it. She began to purr as you scratched behind her ears.

"Well, MC?" Solomon asked. "We’re keeping her, right?"

You glanced over your shoulder to see the two most pathetically pleading faces you'd ever seen in your life.

You smiled and shook your head a little. "You know, Cocytus Hall is pretty big. I'm sure there are things living here that we don't know about."

Solomon got to his feet in moments to wrap his arms around you. You laughed and pretended to struggle.

Satan picked up the cat, who seemed content to settle in his arms. “Cocytus Hall is quite large, isn’t it? Perhaps other strays will find shelter here.”

You sighed. “This is only the beginning, huh?”

Solomon squeezed you. “I have no idea what you mean, my adorable apprentice.”

Solomon stretched his arms out toward Satan while still keeping them around you.

You saw what he wanted and yanked Satan into a hug, the cat pressed between you.

“I want no part of this!” Satan protested. He tried to get free, but it was too late. You and Solomon weren’t letting him go. He blushed and frowned, but stopped struggling to escape. The cat meowed and began to purr.

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kumoriyami-xiuzhen · 6 months

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Hakuoki Drama CD - Hijiikata Monologue Translation

*sigh* I'm tired. and annoyed. had to listen to a lot of noise because a water tank needed to be replaced... and it was just very, very, very, loud for the last few hours.

anyway, i think i'm going to translate the heisuke one of these next week since that's the last monologue that remains untranslated... one of these days, I should really get to subtitling things, but that takes a while and I'd rather do other stuff lol...

(have i mentioned that i'm lazy?)

Hakuoki - Hijikata Monologue

Translation by KumoriYami

Hey, what are you doing over there? The sun is setting/It's almost dark, quickly come here. It's just that every time you open your mouth, you say "I'm sorry, I'm sorry". Don't repeat the same thing over and over again. It doesn't matter if you push one or two more inconveniences to me. Don't worry, just rely on me more. That's your role/duty. Do you get it?

Oh, the branch of this sakura broke? Wow, it hasn't completely bloomed/in half-bloom. Do you want to take it home? It will probably wither soon anyway.

Was that too much? Ahaha… that's because I'm the Demon Vice-Commander. I'm probably more of an oni than a real oni. Oh, hey.. if you cover up your cheeks like that, you'll look like a balloon.

No, I'm not very surprised. Even sakura would like to be able to bloom at your side for a bit longer.

Blooming vigorously and then falling gracefully. That's the life of a warrior… which was something Kondou-san often said before. But I wonder if this branch will wither before it blooms. Well, I can't answer that sort of thing. I always feel that sakura make me think of unecessary things.

Hm? Wait, what are you crying about now? There's no such thing… ah… nn. there's no point in lying. Look at me, come on. Hah… you're a guy whose face changes instantly. That's why I can't feel at ease, and why I can't take my eyes off you.

Look, don't worry. Even if it's a broken branch, as long as it's placed into a bottle of water, it should last for a whille. Well, I guess it should be able to last until all the buds on this branch bloom. (laughs) You really are so gentle. For just a single sakura branch, you cry and smile/laugh like this.

Ah, I know, didn't I tell you not to worry? Even flowers like this that are taken from a tree can survive, I won't die so easily. So if you're so concerned about me, like you are about this sakura… ahem… please stay by my side forever. Got it?

-end-

#hakuouki #hakuoki #hakuoki drama translation #hakuoki drama cd #hijikata toshizo

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bruhstation · 7 months

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I feel like I’m 14 and Know nothing about Ask the famous 8 again, I am not sleeping, I am not eating, I am gripping my phone waiting for notifications, you tapped into the perfect intersection of hyper fixation, human au’s, and GORGEOUS ART and I’m LIVING, I AM BREATHING, I AM SHAKING

Congrats, I salute you o7

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WOAHHHH????!??!?!? WOAAHHHHHHHH. this whole analysis page is making my jaw drop to the floor like it’s truly award-worthy how you managed to catch some of my very VERY niche references here and there. I cannot applaud you enough!!!! good lird!!!!! truly amazing work, you!!!! I’d like to give some of my comments as well :]

1. captain zero is not beating the bitter ex husband allegations #actuallydivorced

2. zorran and zip take after captain zero but in vastly different ways. zorran has been around far longer than zip; he’s his first employee and right hand man, after all. he took after captain zero like his speech mannerisms and view on the world, but the strain of responsibility captain zero put on zorran weighs down on him. zip is a newbie, having joined just a few weeks ago. he sees captain zero as a father figure, which is not 100% reciprocated by him (literally the first adult figure in zip’s life to show him a semblance of human decency which is not going to end well for the z-stack youth). zorran took after something that is a thorough, long process (speech mannerism), while zip took after something that is at face value (coat). also reflects their emotional maturity (zorran is more cautious, while zip is easily impressionable and needs others to guide him despite their intentions)

why does captain zero name him “zip”? it was zebedee’s idea, partially. he joked that he got the epiphany when he ate a piece of marzipan, but captain zero thought it’s fitting. zip means “to close something”. zipline. zipper. ziplock. to zip. you say “zip it” when you want someone to shut up. (also remember how zorran said “shut it zip in the first episode)

"he sees a child” captain zero views zip as an employee when he expects zip to go through with his plans, while he views zip as a child when he’s talking down on him and giving commands. zip has no problem with this

3. “why is it not a war?” captain zero’s scared. ahaha

4. “stop talking” remember the first episode, sunshine, and his line, “I don’t expect you to think”? remember how I said in the previous posts that there’s hunting dog imagery within captain zero?

5. zip’s crossword puzzle!!! yes!!!!!! you noticed it!!!!! the words and the meanings I try so hard to convey!!!!!!! you nailed almost every single one of them

6. “cops? acab” this is hilarious and fitting considering what I have in store for captain star

7. “invasion” “something is coming” with how captain zero’s criminal history remains shrouded in darkness and the very tiny bits we got from johnny cuba’s words to zebedee...... I’ll just say that it’s going to come back to bite him

8. “camaraderie” “9 across doesn’t exist” these speak for themselves. especially with zipcents there (starts clawing on my face)

9. the fleets do work together, occasionally. they gotta set aside personal feelings for the contracts, and to an extent, their captains. and yeah something bigg is coming and it is Not Pretty! (see point 7)

10. zip’s suspenders has three black lines, while zebedee and the rest of the z-stacks have five!

that’s all I have to say for now!!! phew!!!! this was very fun to respond to and I’m really happy you noticed the stuff I’ve laid out for fortezza bigg city so far!!!! also I love the tiny doodles :3 zebedee is so cute!!! and your gal zaffre looks amazing! the suspenders are definitely fbc’s signature. her high hairdo is such a fantastic look on her, too :D once again, thank you very much!!!!

#submission #firecooking #for me #fortezza bigg city #this is tugs #is it bad that anything that alludes to the captains' divorce makes me guffaw #I think divorce between these two would be both hilarious and depressing. lol

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pretty-idol-hell · 8 months

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So I finally got to play Idol Land PriPara for a significant amount of time. I managed to sneak in around 4pm EDT (3am JST) and I've been in for hours since. If you do get in, whatever you do don't close the app hahah.

Here are my honest thoughts!

So, at first I was kinda baffled by a lot of the decisions that were made in developing this game. But when I actually took some time to think about it, I do think a lot of thought and effort was put into reflecting the true spirit of PriPara (...right down to the compulsive spending... more on that later...).

For example, at first the menu really confused me. I opened up Kuma and clicked on プロミス (promise) thinking it's the Promise Counter, but it's not. The Promise Counter is a part of the background, behind my character below.

I found it kind of disorienting to figure out which buildings you can actually enter, and which are just decoration. But at the same time, I do appreciate the effort they made to make it feel like your character is exploring PriPara.

I was also confused by the need to wait to do a promise, since I'm used to being able to select and play songs right away. But after some thought, it is a very PriPara thing to do. Basically how it works is: You pick a "promise" to participate in at the Promise Center (or create your own) and then you have to wait until a total of three people have selected/agreed to the promise before you can play. At that time, you can play it from the プロミス (Promise) screen Kuma menu. From what I've gathered, it's not like all three members need to be online at the same time, just signed up to do the promise. It is definitely a very PriPara thing to find a way for you to play with other actual, real players like this. (I guess simultaneous play was a bit too much of a challenge, so you could say it's a compromise.)

But of course, here's where the money comes in. Because there are a whoooole lot of promises that you can't even participate in from the start unless you've bought a certain song, or a certain coord.

So, my attitude about spending money on this game has admittedly changed a lot over the past few days. I basically went from "TAKE MY MONEYYYY!!!" to "Well, what's the point in spending money on this game if I can't even play it when I want to anyway?" So, I decided that I will NOT spent a single cent until it's easier to access the game, and definitely not on the first day. As I'm writing this I have managed to stick to that, but...

BUT MAN IT'S HAAAARD

The hardest thing for me so far has been songs. I think that's where you get the most value for money. I think the tipping point for me though will come when I run out of promise tickets because you need to create the promise if you want to be center and goddamn it I'm a spoiled PriPara diva and I need to see my character as the CENTER daaaMMITT ahaha.

So, a few random things I like: I like how when you create a promise you can decide which coord everyone wears. It's how I was able to get the upmost screenshot with two randos wearing the same coord above. (Back in the day, you'd have to scour the ticket board for weeks, ask a friend, or create more characters if you wanted a uniform team.) I like that there's an option to easily take screenshots during your live, as that was also convoluted to do during the arcade era.

I have mixed feelings about the Prism Stone Shop.

On the one hand, I would have killed to be able to easily buy so many coords back in the day. And many of them for free too! There were a lot of coords I wanted that you could buy with silver idollars. And, even though it's gold, I like the option to be able to buy the coords featured in the most recent episodes of the anime.

On the other hand, honestly... I'm realizing a lot of the excitement and heart of PriPara comes from the gatcha.

And of all things, I didn't expect the gatcha to be gold idollar exclusive. On the one hand, it sucks that you have to pay when you don't even know what you're going to get. On the other hand... I mean............ it's PriPara. It's... it's not like... it's not like this is new. It's not like I haven't spent hundreds of dollars on gatcha before. IT'S NOT LIKE THIS IS NEW... HAHAH ahahaha... help. Help I want to spend so much money on this game but I feel like I can't it's torture.

So. I feel like there's no point in complaining about how disastrous of a release this was. I'm sure Syn Sophia and everyone else involved knows that. It's not in their best interest to be keeping people out of the game. I mean, look at me. If they had let me in on Day 1 and given me the chance I would have given them so much money, but no. They outsourced the game to an inexperienced developer who was probably the lowest bidder, probably to save money, and here they are losing way more money than they probably would have initially by choosing a better developer due to delaying the release and keeping paying customers out.

I just hope that:

a.) Someone higher up learns from this

and b.) Eventually all the f2p people give up on this game and open up the gates large enough to let the whales in.

That is all.

#idol land pripara

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dream-meister-translations · 6 months

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

CANAAN CHARACTER CARD #1

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The Dreamweaver Guild, where top-notch meisters gather to create supreme works of art dedicated to the royal family.

Following the philosophy of: “We are the ones who make the king a king.” The craftsmen of Dreamweaver were, as always, caught up in their busy routines. Well, all except...

EMMA : Canaan.

CANAAN : Hm?

EMMA : Um, is it okay if I talk to you about our work soon?

CANAAN : Hm~

CANAAN : Can I finish this cupcake first?

EMMA : ...Alright, I'll come back later.

After a few tens of minutes, I returned to Canaan.

EMMA : (Cupcake consumed, tea finished... alright…)

EMMA : Canaan, so as I was saying: The next commission...

CANAAN : Hm~

CANAAN : Can’t that wait for another time?

EMMA : Huh!?

CANAAN : Sorry, Emma. I promise I'll listen when I feel like it.

CANAAN : How about another cup of tea? Would you like some, too?

EMMA : No, I'm fine, thank you.

With graceful movements, Canaan tilted the teapot while smiling elegantly.

His demeanor and expression were so refined that they reminded one of royalty.

EMMA : (I can't let myself get distracted! I need to discuss work!)

EMMA : Um, Canaan, when exactly would “another time” be?

CANAAN : Well, let's see. It might be an hour from now, a day, or maybe even a week?

CANAAN : In any case, when I feel like it♪

EMMA : Wah!?

Canaan, had earned a reputation as somewhat of a paragon among other meisters due to his incredible skill and high class sensibilities. However, in reality, he proved to be immovably capricious.

EMMA : I have a deadline to meet, so I'd appreciate it if you could decide sooner!

CANAAN : Yell all you want, I'm still not feeling motivated.

EMMA : If there's anything you need, just tell me.

CANAAN : Anything?

EMMA : Yes.

CANAAN : Hmmm. How about you joining me over here?

EMMA : Umm...?

CANAAN : There we go.

EMMA : Huh!?

Before I knew it, Canaan was prodding at my cheek with his finger.

CANAAN : Wow, your cheeks are so squishy.

EMMA : Um...?

CANAAN : I've been curious about these squishy cushions that so corrupt humanity... So this is what they feel like? Hehe.

CANAAN : It's nice♪

Canaan seemed thoroughly enthralled by the touch of my cheek, and his hand didn't show any sign of letting go. On the contrary, he started to gently push and pull my cheek based on what seemed to be pure whim.

EMMA : Please, Canaan.

CANAAN : Don't move, not yet.

CANAAN : You did say "anything," right?

EMMA : Ugh...

CANAAN : Ahaha, that's right. Just be a good girl like that, Emma. Hehe.

EMMA : You don't have to laugh like that...

CANAAN : Well, it's amusing.

CANAAN : You can shake me off if you want. You're quite serious, aren't you?

EMMA : Because it’s the only way I can get you to listen to me.

CANAAN : And that's why I said I'll listen when I feel like it.

EMMA : But we don't know when that will be, and that's the problem!

CANAAN : Alright, I'm satisfied.

As he released my cheek, Canaan reclined on the sofa and started reading a magazine.

Finally free, I felt relieved, but...

EMMA : You can't just lie down! Please let me talk about our work.

CANAAN : Oh, sorry~ Your squishy cheeks are clearly starting to corrupt even me.

EMMA : What!?

CANAAN : Hehe, it can’t be helped. Go ahead.

CANAAN : Oh, but first, have another cupcake♪

Like a free-spirited and carefree cat, Canaan seemed content to toy with me for the rest of the day.

#ymkr #ymkr translation #yumekuro #yumekuro translations #Dream meister translations #canaan #ymkr canaan #yumekuro canaan #canaancards

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kafkaquene · 10 months

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part2

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LOCATION: PRISON

Early in the morning of the week, he wanted you to go away. You are still here. inside the prison. He kept laughing about his revenge.

You were a bit worried since you've always seen him quiet, and now he's going full nuts.

"Are you okay, Blade?"

After hearing you, he went back to his form and nodded.

"Is Kafka going to save us?"

"No. According to Elio's script, we should save her."

"Eh, is she going to be okay?"

"Worry about me and you first." Kafka didn't tell me how to escape, but she told me, "I will find a way, that's all."

"Ahaha, typical Kafka move."

He looked at you as if you were hopeless. You just smiled because you were lazy. Why work when your man thinks you are stupid?

"Ah, she did say something about two men."

Suddenly, one of the guards waved at you. You decided to go ask them about it.

"Miss y/n..these are the guests who wanted to meet that good sir over there. They want to meet the man with you."

"Huh? two men? "Why do I ask?"

"They told us that they could help him and you escape the prison."

A few arrogant-looking men in suits came to the jail. These people didn't seem friendly, causing you to be on edge.

"I will introduce you to him," said the guards, opening the jail. You greeted these men with a smile and led them inside the jail. Blade saw them and just stood up.

"I believe Miss Kafka already told you about us."

"She did. Please sit down."

His brow furrowed lightly as he saw you, then he turned his head slightly.

'Get out'... This was a sign language exchange between you. whenever he does that. It means you should get away from there.

You blinked and instantly understood what he meant. After those men walked into the room, You again welcomed them.

After saying that, you took a step back, but then a teasing voice immediately sounded. It seemed like one of those men.

"Where are you going?" One of the guards immediately forced you to go near them.

"Come on, Blade." You should know better than this. Let's talk about that 'incident" where you broke those men's hands without any regret."

The men sneered. You suppressed the urge to strike back and looked cautiously at Blade.

But the next second, a sharp blade swept past your face and the wrist of one of the men, leaving a small bloody hole in it.

How did he...?

He lazily swept his brazen coldness and murderous gaze over these men.

"Next time, it'll be your head."

Blade immediately looked at you.

"Come here."

You cautiously stood behind Blade and saw a man in a white suit put on a smile as he got up.

"It was just a joke. We also heard you twisted their bones because of her. So we wanted to see a little sample."

"I did break their legs too. Is this what you have learned by watching me every day?"

Your heart sank. but you tried your best to be calm. So someone did this on purpose, and someone was watching him all along?

"Don't say that. We just need to make sure it's worth working with you. After all, no ordinary person can get an offer like this. But still, it comes down to how much you want to work with us. If you do, there will be an unlimited supply of weapons for the Sterallon hunters."

His gaze turned from the blade to you. Then he gave an arrogant smile.

"I heard you have a well-trained, useful lady. I remember her as the one you must have saved." But as you know, she did cause us some trouble in the past."

"She was the one who reported us to Mr.Elio." All we did was save you all. She's bad news for us. but we can train her to be one of us."

"Will you be willing to give her up?"

You were stunned, quietly waiting for Blade's answer. Whatever he gives is reasonable.

"Sure."

The cicadas chirped away. For a moment, you seemed to be back five years ago, when the whole seemed to be merely a haze.

But....

You just blinked and respectfully walked towards the men. This was a BIG change. Perhaps he wanted you to spy on them? Or maybe he had simply changed his mind and didn't need you anymore.

Your vision became a little blurred. You held back your tears.

You heard one of the men whispering to the other, "Weakness. Those two guys lied to us."

"Is that what you really thought I would say? I already figured out what you both want. I made sure those men gave me a lot of information. Now you must know why and how they knew so much about me. Mr Nex..."

Mr Nex?? Oh, Kafka and Blade knew already. Mr. Nex was Mr. Vex's older brother. A few years ago, they were selling important information about the hunters. You had told Kafka about this, and Elio already seemed to know about it. Before we could take action, they fled.

They wanted you dead, but Blade was always there. They wanted both the money and your death.

Before the men could grab you.

Blade's arms wrap around your body from behind. The familiar scent enveloped you. while his voice was full of brazen mockery.

"What are you saying?"

"I hope you will learn how to take revenge in the next life."

They glared at you furiously.

"This woman is bad news." I saw her in one of the paintings Mr. Jing Yuan has in his office."

"I already know about that."

The man was taken aback by his words, but the next second, his face twisted in wrath.

"You betrayed Elio too."

"I didn't. I had already explained about her to Elio. They had no problem keeping her with me."

In the frightened eyes of those men, Blade's smile became only more merciless.

"I've been so sick of your stupid faces for a long time. "Let's settle this once and for all, shall we?"

"To the guards, if you want to stay alive and well, let that woman get out of here at once. "Make sure your general thinks we both espaced."

"But I can't leave you here."

"Go now. We have to settle this."

You left without saying anything. The guards showed you a secret staircase that led you outside a shop. You were free once again.

You couldn't tell what would happen to them, but perhaps something would finally be settled today.

You took another pair of clothes to dress yourself up like a normal citizen. After that, you waited for him in the streets. All you could think of was someone's face.

He seemed to know about you, but you didn't care.

Blade won't get hurt, right?

"Y/n"

"Huh, you are here... Anyway, we have to go.""

"Right." He seemed to want to say something, but he could say it after we saved Kafka.

"TOO LAZY TO WRITE, BUT TIME SKIPS TO YOU AND HIM SAVING KAFKA. BUT SHE ALREADY SAVED YOURSELF."

"Seems like I copied y/n's style. Save yourself before they save you." kafka laughed

"You are better at it. After all, no one could match your elegance, Kafka."

"If you keep praising me, I might keep you with myself."

"Well, I'm always spending time with you, though."

"hmhm..." Kafka saw a blade just standing there, without talking.

"Bladie, y/n, let's go eat something. The Luofu can't show our faces. Because people demand an answer, they will also make other preparations. They can't catch us."

You both nodded, and next thing you knew, you bought yourselves some food and a room to stay in. The hotel owner got perused by Kafka. It seems like free services, but how did she do that?

Right now, you were just eating while Kafka sat at another table.

And Blade was just sitting there doing nothing.

but you were in deep thought. He just told you to leave while he took care of them. Perhaps he was scared of something. Are you a troublemaker for him?

"Y/n."

Did he get hurt somewhere? You didn't check because you were talking to Kafka and didn't want to see him. because you were super worried.

An impatient sigh fell into your ear. Your body was moved, and you fell into his arms in a moment of shock.

"Can't you hear me calling you?"

"Blade..?"

"Hmph. "It took you long enough."

"Did you just pout?"

As much as you became happy, from the corner of your eye, you could see the customers' knowing gazes in the lobby roving around you both.

"Were you calling me? Hold on.....This.. Put me down first. There are other people here."

"I don't care."

His fingertips rested on you, while from his body drifted a mild, cold fragrance.

"Did you really think I would give you to those people?"

"...."

He squinted, giving a sense of warning and danger.

"I didn't"

"You're such a terrible liar. Why did you go to them?"

"Because I trust you. I trust that you have your reasons."

You couldn't help but grip onto the tip of his clothes, while Blade seemed to have put away all his sharp edges.

The only thing that remained was the young man's anxiety.

"Fool."

With that, he picked you up and headed towards the exit.

"I am really sorry." You were a bit sad because this was the first time you confidently answered him, and he called you a fool.

"I was talking about myself. I was the fool there."

You looked up in surprise and saw his slightly mocking face.

"Huh. You trust me this much, and I made a plan to deceive them by sending you to them for a few seconds."

"It's fine.. You didn't want to throw me away."

"You should be angry. Instead, here you are being all cute."

He carried you through the hotel corridor and exited through the side door onto the street.

"And they left me here. Yes, lovers are lovers. When will I get mine?" Perhaps as the reader, are you interested?" Kafka sighed as she sipped her tea.

The twilight was dark, while the ivory lanterns softly brightened up the bustling street.

Ladies blushed and nestled beside the person next to them under the lights. Yet a quiet night like this made me tear up.

"Dear, if only I was with my old friends, who I don't even remember, we all must spend time."

You looked at Blade by your side. The warm yellow lights adorned his cold, stern face. He gave no answer. You should really stop talking about this. They aren't coming back anytime soon.

"Blade, how do you think the world will turn out? "On this path, as slaves or destiny, can we really achieve peace?"

"This is only a short-lived peace. But suffering can turn into a blessing."

He lifted his head slightly. The cold moonlight shone in his red eyes like a red spider-lily.

Ah, he reminded you of someone, but you didn't care this time, though. You sneakily took out an old, crumpled photo from your pocket and held it close to your chest.

"Do you have to carry this everywhere?"

"This was special to me."

"Then why are you staying with me?"

"This is different..."

Looking at his mocking smile, you peered at him and stared at the photo.

Blade stared at the photo, looking slightly dazed and lonely.

"Immortality is indeed a curse."

"I will always remember the time I spent. "Though I can't remember the faces, at least it's fine."

"People come and go. but in the turbulent years, I would always remember the remaining ashes left by those shooting stars."

"There was a young mortal whose smile had brought me through countless dark and tough times in life. but I don't even know if he ever liked you. All I remember is that. I never told him about it since he was a mortal. After that memory loss, I don't know. I thought I had lost everything. Until the day I met you, from whom I gained the strength to live on,"

"You really made my life come back together."

"You gave me a reason to live on in this world. When I woke up every day, I was glad I came with you. My life must have been good before, but now. I don't think I need my old memories to make me happy."

Blade's pupils contracted and darkened as you spoke.

The slowly rising sky lanterns were like a warm light, quietly shrouding them all in a gentle embrace. With that, you threw the photo into the river. Blade was very shocked.

"Yeah, I want to create new ones." Rest in peace, my old friends, and may their lives be more happy than yesterday to those who are living."

"Thinking about it. You haven't prayed for a peace charm for me yet."

His words remained with you: "You failed to pray for the peace charm because of those stupid heads.

"Because of your attitude, I thought something big was going to happen... In the end, it was just becoming wanted and then unwanted. I was so nervous, I kept following you around."

"What attitude?"

"You told me to leave and refused to tell me anything about it, as if you were scared of admitting something."

Your question made Blade freeze for a moment, then he looked away as his face turned red.

"..huh? "Why is your face so red?"

"It's because the 'weakness has actually become a weakness."

Your cheeks became red. You understood what he meant.

"Weakness, you mean."

"You are the only person who wants me to be happy and safe and live a long life. I won't be able to look at you with a straight face at this year's magpie festival. but then I heard the other day, "Of course I don't understand why you would pray for peace during the Magpie Festival."

Your heart was racing when Blade turned his face towards me.

"If I did in the New Year, there would be too many prayers to the gods to hear it. Perhaps the gods are used to hearing prayers for love, so my prayer for peace won't need to be quenched to be heard.

"Then I'm afraid you'll have to wait on top of praying for peace."

Blade gave a bright and sincere smile, which looked evil, but he tried.

"In that case, I need a name."

"I thought you already knew, but either your ignorance is too much or you are just playing with me."

You held your breath neverously and saw his face slowly lean in, intertwining with your breath and unbothered by the gazes around us.

"Let me think, since this is about love."

He dragged out his words with a hint of seduction and flirtatio, as if a wall had been stripped,exposing a more undisguised intimacy than usual, and finally landed on your lips.

"Bla-de"

"You can use that for the name."

After saying that, he kissed you and pulled you closer to himself.

"Never think about anyone else except me."

I wrote this with no motivation

#blade fluff #honkai star rail #honkai star rail blade #hsr x y/n #Blade x fem reader

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newtonsheffield · 2 years

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Ahaha what Basil is still trying to slide into Kate’s DMs? Can we see more of that or would it spoil future chapters?

Basil is still trying to slide into Kate's DMs.

After that day in the hospital where the woman he cheated on showed up for her pre C-section checks and she'd been readying the ultrasound when he'd burst through the door late, a little apologetic before his eyes had fallen on her.

"Katie, I-"

"Dr Green had an emergency family matter so I'm seeing her patients this week."

Kate hadn't even really let herself feel it. Even as he'd followed her into the scrub room

"Katie I can explain-"

"You can explain why I'm about to deliver your fucking child?! I can't wait to hear this!" She'd spat at him and he hadn't done anything, just stared at her uselessly. "I'll leave the things you have at mine with the doorman, this is done. Now get the fuck out of my way, and grow the hell up. You're about to become a father: That usually means something to people."

"You know that's why I did it right?" He'd spat at her, "Jess wasn't the only one either, You're so fucking cold all the time, Kate. We were together for 2 years and you don't even care."

And she pretended it didn't sting at her.

She'd left three weeks later. But two years later she's still getting occasional messages from him.

Every few months he'll like a picture buried deep in her feed and she knows what's coming

Kate I'm sorry

Kate I was wrong

Kate you look good

Kate remember that weekend in France?

(She does remember that weekend in France. She remembers thinking it was the worst sex she'd ever had. But still she stayed. Stayed too long)

And then she posts the first picture of her and Anthony together, and she really should have known what was coming, but she didn't.

Who the fuck is this?

He'd sent her own post to her, and it had brought a smile to Kate's lips, as she looked at herself: Anthony piggy backing her, his glasses a little askew, his nose wrinkled adorably as he smiled at the camera, her lips pressed against her cheek.

He's none of your business, Baz.

And he hadn't responded, and stupidly Kate thought she'd won.

But the messages started, just like before

I love you

I miss you

Just give me another chance

Every time she posted another picture with Anthony, sighing when she responded, Anthony's lips on her neck as she did.

I'm with someone else, and I'm happy. You need to move on, Baz. This isn't healthy.

And finally, all he'd sent her was a screenshot, and she'd burst out laughing.

She rolled over, brushing her lips against Anthony's cheek her spine shivering at the soft hum that left his throat.

"What was that for?"

Kate shrugged, "I'm just... I'm really happy with you ad I want you to know that."

His lips caught hers for a long moment before he pulled back, "I have no idea what you're doing with me, but I love you, and I'm really happy too."

Tears stung at her eyes as they stayed pressed tightly against one another for a long moment before she sighed. "Is pencil dick an insult you use often?"

And Anthony didn't even pause, scoffing lightly. "I stand by what was said. If he wouldn't give his left arm to hear you come he and I have nothing in common, and I've nothing else left to say to him"

#all i am (all that i ever was)#kathony #anthony x kate #kate sharma #kate sheffield #anthony bridgerton #molly’s asks and answers

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My current pet is "Always check for a Major Character Death Tag Before Jumping to Conclusions" and it was supposed to be about looking for Katsura on a battlefield after he doesn't check in but it's become mostly a "Let's see how much tragedy we can pack into Katsura's backstory" free for all, and this section is before even that and is just proof that the thing about Gin and Katsura sleeping together and you don't know if it's romantic or not has just been so thoroughly accepted into my headcanon that I can't stop it from happening. This is a short bit of Takasugi and Sakamoto speculating about their relationship.

Sakamoto shuddered and glanced around. “Let’s go back anyway, camp isn’t that far. We’ll get some food, and maybe some extra eyes to help us. Zura’s probably at camp, anyway!”

“He’s not,” a voice behind him said.

“‘Sugi!” Sakamoto’s voice was originally light as he turned around, before the weight of the words hit him. “…oh”

“And you can forget about extra men. The only reason they let me out this late is because I told them I’d drag you guys back. You know we don’t do searches. If we looked for him, we’d have to look for everyone.”

“Yeah, but Zura is…” Sakamoto’s voice was devoid of its usual cheer. “Half of our strategies are rolling around in that idiot’s head. They need him.”

“They don’t need a corpse,” Takasugi said darkly.

“Ahaha! Stone cold, ‘Sugi, that’s your buddy you’re talking about!” He smacked Takasugi’s back roughly.

Takasugi ignored him. “I found a few of his men. Apparently they got pinned down by the river. Zura gave the order to retreat, but he stayed behind to hold the line.”

“That’s bad general etiquette! He’s supposed to be the first to run!” Sakamoto said lightly. He thought for a moment. “Oi, Kintoki, check by the river! ‘Sugi says that’s where he was last!”

“Fuck you!’ Gintoki yelled back. “If I lose my spot, I’ll have to start from the beginning!” However, the next time he moved, it was in the direction of the water.

Sakamoto watched him. “So, what are they?” he finally asked.

Takasugi eyed him. “What do you mean?”

“I mean, what are they?” Sakamoto repeated. “Him and Zura.”

“Oh,” said Takasugi, in a voice that said he already knew what Sakamoto meant and was just avoiding the question. “You've seen them enough to know. They’re friends.”

“But, like, are there benefits involved? Normally figurin’ out who’s banging who is my specialty, but those two, I can’t tell at all.” Sakamoto chuckled. “Like they’ll kick each other’s asses over an extra serving of food, but when Zura’s sad, he goes straight for Kintoki’s bedroll. Now, that’s not weird, but I’ve never seen Kintoki kick him out. One time an officer came in looking for a stamp from Zura and Zura was already asleep next to him, and Kintoki didn’t even acknowledge that it was weird. He looked at the paper, crawled over Zura like they were puppies, grabbed Zura’s hanko and stamped it himself. Told the kid to get lost. Didn’t even wait for the guy to clear the tent before he went back to his little Kin-Zura pile. Zura started to wake up, and Kintoki smacked his head and told him to go back to sleep. And ‘ya know, the guy must have been thinking that if they’re like that around strangers, what are they like alone?” he laughed. “So, you must know. Are they, or aren’t they? Have they, or haven’t they?

Takasugi glared at the silver-haired man as he stumbled through the field, traversing distances between piles of the freshly dead. “They haven’t. I’d know if they had. Especially Zura, you think he has a poker face?” He flipped his hair out of his eyes. “There was a rumor that they were caught kissing back at school. Supposedly Sensei gave them a lecture. Not like ‘don’t kiss boys’, Sensei was surprisingly open minded. Just told them to wait until they were older or some shit. But you know Zura, getting told politely not to do something was worse than an interrogation. He couldn’t look at anyone for a week. If they had been anything, it stopped then. I don’t think anything’s happened since then.” He kicked the dirt listlessly. “Hell, I don’t know if anything happened back then, it was just a rumor.”

“Childhood sweethearts, then?”

“Or they were just weird friends, or Gintoki was horny even back then and Zura was a people pleaser even back then. Or maybe it didn’t even happen. Kids talk shit sometimes.”

“...And now?”

“Maybe they don’t know how to approach it. Maybe they don’t want to approach it. Maybe they would want to if they knew how to talk about it and maybe they don’t. Maybe Zura really does just avoid the girls when we go to town because he’s shy, or maybe he likes his widows but he’s not ready to make a woman a widow just yet. Maybe he doesn’t like girls. Maybe he doesn’t like anyone. Or maybe…” he shook his head again, frowning. “...Maybe he’s just waiting for Gintoki to get bored and ask if he wants to kiss again.” He picked a chipped katana off the ground, ran his finger along the ruined edge of the blade before deeming it unworthy and thrusting it into the ground. “None of those would surprise me. The only thing that would surprise me right now…” he swallowed, “Is if you told me Zura’s really gone.” He abandoned the sword and stood. “We should gather some firewood, we could be here a while. Besides, if-’ he stopped. “...We could be here for a while.”

#gintama #katsura kotarou #sakata gintoki #ginzura #crap i write #drabble #i spent a few hours in the emergency room and I wrote some #if you've been keeping up with the doom messages I think I'm finally getting to the point #where life isn't a gaping puss-filled hellhole of a shitstorm

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clavissionary-position · 1 year

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GILBERT x READER

Giltea As Charged

ONESHOT . MODERN AU (Customer!Gilbert + Customer Support!Reader) IMPLIED INNUENDO AT THE END

minors/ageless blogs please do not read/like/reblog any of my works where this warning appears (you will be blocked)

x o x o x o

Your next caller sounds harmless enough, especially after the tempest just now.

"Mr. Leloser, more like." You tab out of that clownfest of a claim and click open a new blank one. "Hello. Thank you for calling Rhodolite Internet Services. May I have your name and a number I can reach you at in case we get disconnected?"

"Good afternoon. My name is Gilbert von Obsidian, but you can call me Gil. You can reach me at..."

You rapidly input his information into the appropriate fields. "Can you please confirm that your address... Wait, you live in Obsidian?"

"I do." Said as if not realizing how absurd it is to be calling from a different country.

"Uh..." Well. This kind of thing does happen a few times a week. For some reason. "I don't know how you got this hotline, but let me patch you to someone local-"

"That won't be necessary. I've got the correct number." The confidence with which he says this leaves you unsettled. You have no idea what this caller looks like but his smile cuts through the airwaves like a knife dropped from a counter.

You eye the top of Rio's head in the next cubicle before your gaze flicks to Sariel's office by the wall-spanning window.

"I don't know if I'm the best available representative to-"

"You are."

You're starting to miss Mr. Leloser.

And then the man, this Gilbert, he laughs. And it's mean and somehow evil, which makes this whole thing even more surreal.

"I just needed help with this one website," he says after an intake of breath. "I'm trying to order a custom tea blend."

"Gil, was it?" You choose your words carefully as you always do in this line of work. "I really think you ought to contact customer support with that specific website instead of-"

"Oh no! But I waited 45 minutes just to connect with you."

"I realize that, Sir, but there's not much that I can-"

"I know I want something with a rose-base. Let me read the options out to you."

What. What is he doing.

"Almond, apricot, black cherry..."

You're too stunned to say anything until he reaches vetiver root on his comprehensive list and makes some sort of disgusted hiss-sigh-tongue-click.

"Oh, I should probably mention that I'm looking for a blend that exudes a menacing, blood-freezing sort of vibe. As much as a tea can accomplish such, ahaha."

You could hang-up. You really could. Yes it would count against you, but this... is beyond ridiculous.

"Have you ever tasted poison? I think that would be a lovely aftertaste. For a bit of a surprise."

What kind of tea... POISON????

"Sir." You keep your voice measured and polite and as sane as you can muster. "This is an internet service provider, not a tea-consultation firm."

"Aw, but aren't you tired of your current job? Don't you think tea-consultant suits you more? You're already so clever and attuned to the needs of others."

Is this a joke? Is this a dream? Is this a nightmare?

"It's just a friendly little chat."

How is he doing this?

Your eyes dart frantically around the office. Rio seems to have gone for his break. Sariel is by the water-cooler with Leon.

"...I really do hope you can advise me, as a friend."

The way he says those last three words rearranges everything else that came before it. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. Your lips twist into a different shape. Your body melts into your swivel-chair. "Read me the list again."

x o x o

Several hours later, you stomp into your apartment and make a beeline for the recliner in the sunroom. There you find an agreeable-looking man nose-deep in a book.

He peers up with his sole, gleaming red eye. "How was your day?"

You sit your hands on your hips and glare. "When I say I wanted to try roleplay at work, that was not what I meant."

#ikepri #ikepri gilbert #ikepri gilbert x reader #ikemen prince #gilbert von obsidian #atelier writes ikeseries

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