#akira slid

[virtual-minotaur]

gotham knights didnt take an opportunity to do the akira slide shot which makes it the worst batman game

#angel.txt #i dont have the specific scene in images to post just know batgirl slid the batcycle to the side #and they didnt do an akira shot :( #also /j i guess its an ok batman game. defo not the best but its whatever

[rubyreduji]

ahegao and arousal — ljh

summary: jihoon just wanted to have a nice night watching anime with you, how was he supposed to know the show he picked was a hentai?

tags: smut (minors dni!) warnings: explicit unprotected sex, hentai, ji is kind of a perv, creampies, spanking, scratching, finger sucking, pinning, multiple orgasms wc: 3.6k an: ANON I SCREAMED WHEN I READ THIS LIKE AHHHH THANK YOU SO MUCH I LOVE YOU i made up my own anime plot for this hehe but watched wotakoi while writing bc office romance

orignal request: woozi and reader are at a sleepover and are both anime geeks but what’s playing is not anime and more hentai

Akira, long time secretary at Hayashi Corp, spends her days doing errands for her boss, Hiroshi, and keeping the office running. The mundane pace of her life is suddenly thrown for a loop when the new data analyst, Kaito, is hired.

That’s what the description of the show Jihoon picked said. It sounded like a cute little work place, slice of life romance anime at the time of Jihoon scrolling through what show to watch with you tonight. Oh how wrong he was.

Last week you hunted Jihoon down and insisted that it has been far too long since you two had a day to spend hanging out just you two, so Jihoon invited you over for an all night anime marathon. It’s no secret that you two are giant anime buffs, and so it was difficult for Jihoon to find something that both of you have yet to see. So when he came across this new anime he thought it was the perfect pick. It had an 8.7 review and tropes that Jihoon knows you enjoy, making it the perfect show to watch with you.

The show started out fine, a bit cliche but overall carrying the same cute aesthetic of all romance animes. Sure there were a few throw away fanservice bits, but Jihoon didn’t think anything of it. Until he did.

Jihoon’s ears burn as he tries to figure out where to look. He can’t look at you, that would just make him even more flustered, but staring at the TV is out of the option. Even as Jihoon stares at the wall, he can’t escape the lewd sounds playing out of the speakers. He can’t exactly tell what the characters are saying due to it being in Japanese, but from the excessive moaning and slick sounds, he can interpret it.

The show was going so well, to the point where the two of you were starting to root for a male lead, and then all of a sudden Akira is being cornered in an empty meeting room by Hiroshi (who is the wrong male lead, by the way) and their clothes are flying off and then Jihoon had to stop watching.

His curiosity gets the best of him though and Jihoon glances at the TV, just to take a quick peak, only to get a full view of an animated cock being slid into an exaggeratingly wet pussy (why is it uncensored!?). She cries out as the subtitles read, “He’s so big!~”. The image changes to the bouncing of Akira’s unnaturally large tits as Hiroshi starts to thrust into her. Above her tits is the image of her face, screwed up into a classic hentai ahegao. 

Now, Jihoon is well…a man, and men have certain urges that need to be taken care of every once in a while, and Jihoon often finds himself looking to certain content to help out those urges. He of course carries shame for it and would never actually admit that he watches hentai (a lot), but it's a fact that’s hard to hide when his body is reacting to the scene the way it normally would if he was watching it alone.

You haven’t spoken a single word since the scene started, and Jihoon just prays to god that you’re not looking at him or his lap.

Now in theory, Jihoon could just turn the TV off but then that would force both of you to face the reality that you have now consumed porn together and Jihoon doesn’t think he can handle that. Just thinking about it makes Jihoon’s dick twitch even harder.

Jihoon takes a shallow breath and finally risks a glance over at you. He’s shocked at the sight. Your bottom lip is placed between your teeth, being chewed up as you stare intently at the screen. Your knees are pulled to your chest and there’s a slight gleam in your eye as you watch the scene. Is it possible that you’re…enjoying this?

Jihoon allows himself to get a better look at you, as it’s clear you’re solely focused on the show. He watches as you take a shaky breath, your thighs squeezing together as well. The sight drives Jihoon just slightly insane, and it doesn’t help you’re in the skimpiest pair of sleep shorts and a tank top, sans a bra. 

You and Jihoon have been friends for a while. You two met coincidentally at an anime convention, You were cosplaying as one of his favorite characters and Jihoon made sure to get your socials. You were interested in his own socials though, noticing the OST covers he uploaded occasionally. When it was revealed you two are from the same area, you two quickly became close. Now, nearly six years later, you’re one of Jihoon’s closest friends.

The only thing is, Jihoon has a fat, massive crush on you. He has for years now. It doesn’t help that the characters you cosplay the most are either some of Jihoon’s favorites or characters who are the biggest victims of fanservice behaviors. One time you cosplayed a character who fell under both categories and that night Jihoon shamefully jerked off to the pictures you sent to him.

And now you’re here, dressed in revealing clothes, sitting on Jihoon’s couch, invested in the porn scene playing on the TV. 

Jihoon eyes travel down from your face to your chest, where your tank top does a poor job of hiding your cleavage. He can see the way your chest swells with each shuddered breath. It’s clear now that you’re very into this, and Jihoon wonders for a brief second how wet your panties are.

Jihoon then quickly chides himself, looking back at the wall and away from you. That’s where his gaze stays until the scene ends. Once the show goes back to being a seemingly innocent romance anime, Jihoon finally allows himself to glance over at you. To his surprise you’re staring back at him.

“I, uh, can’t believe she’d hook up with Hiroshi,” you say, breaking the silence between you two. “Clearly Kaito is the better choice.”

Jihoon coughs, clearing his throat. “Y-yeah. It’s also kinda weird since he’s her boss…”

The conversation fizzles out quickly after that and you and Jihoon go back to watching the TV in awkward silence. Jihoon can still feel the ache in his cock as he watches the characters fumble around each other. 

Jihoon can barely even focus on the show, too busy trying to think about anything that will get his boner to go down. He’s not sure what’s happening on screen when all of a sudden you start squealing.

“Oh my god Jihoon, it's happening!” You launch yourself across the couch to grab at Jihoon’s arm. He’s startled for a moment, his skin burning where your fingers dig into his flesh. He glances at the TV to see Kaito walking Akira back to her home.

You don’t let go of Jihoon as you settle down next to him, your body now pressed up against him rather than across the couch. God Jihoon swears his cock has never been so hard in his life. He’s sure the pillow placed over his lap is anything but subtle.

You’re not looking at Jihoon though, too invested in the conversation the two characters are having. Jihoon glances down at you, only to realize that was a bad choice as he’s now staring straight down your shirt at your cleavage. For a moment Jihoon thinks about how he wouldn’t mind seeing how your boobs bounce while he fucks you.

Jihoon’s still focused on you solely, when you gasp. He glances at you and then the screen to see the two characters posed in a kabedon. It doesn’t take long for the two to start making out and Jihoon can already anticipate what’s going to happen next. Your fingers dig into Jihoon’s arm before you realize what you’re actually doing. You go to pull your hand back, but you stop halfway through, your fingers just barely ghosting Jihoon’s arm.

“We can just skip this scene,” Jihoon finally says, seeing the internal conflict going on in your mind. He moves to reach for the remote but you stop him.

“N-no, it’s okay,” you tell him, in a voice that’s smaller than normal. “U-unless you don’t want to!”

“No, it’s uh, it’s fine,” Jihoon says. You give a slight nod, not moving your hand away.

You and Jihoon quiet down once more, staring at the TV, both of your cheeks warm. On screen Kaito is bending Akira over the counter, his cock pulled out and rubbing against her slit. Jihoon hears the labored breath you take, as your fingers slightly tighten on his arm.

Jihoon flits his eyes to glance at you, noticing the intrigued look back on your face. His fingers twitch on his lap as he stares down at your thighs, pushed together. The lewd sounds of moans and squelches fill the living room and Jihoon is five seconds away from getting up to go relieve himself in his bathroom.

Jihoon knows you. If something goes wrong you’ll both just brush it off and forgive and forget it. Fuck it.

Jihoon reaches out and slides his hand over your thigh. You jump a bit and Jihoon goes to pull back, but you stop him.

“No! You’re uh-, you’re fine.”

Jihoon just nods, trying to pretend like his mind isn’t reeling right now. His thumb brushes over your bare thigh, caressing the skin.

Your thighs are soft and he does his best not to full on grope the fat there. Just touching you like this has Jihoon’s cock leaking desperately in his boxers and he thinks about how good it would feel to touch in other ways as well. The swell of your breasts under his palms, his plump lips against your tender neck, his hard cock nestled inside of you.

Jihoon lets his mind wander too much, and the last image makes him squeeze your thigh hard, causing you to let out a moan.

“Fuck, Jihoon,” you mutter.

“I’m so sorry!” Jihoon shouts, quickly pulling his hand away. You’re quicker though, grabbing his hand and placing it on your upper thigh, his fingers just barely brushing against your crotch. Jihoon’s mouth goes dry.

“F-finish what you started, Ji,” you tell him, your voice thick with lust.

Jihoon gulps and nods. He moves his fingers to press against you harder and you automatically spread your thighs to give him more room. Jihoon can already feel how wet you are and he stifles a groan. You let out broken gasps as Jihoon continues to rub at your clit through your shorts. 

Jihoon can’t take his eyes off you, staring at you the way the swell of your breasts heaves with each breath. Jihoon shifts his position to face you so he can reach out his free hand. It hovers over your chest for a moment before he finally pushes forward, grasping your boob in his palm. Your breath stutters before you release a low moan. Jihoon can feel the clench of your thighs around his hand. 

Your pussy is dripping now, soaking straight through your panties and shorts. Jihoon’s cock is also leaking, begging to be slid into your warm walls. His cock strains against his shorts, like it’s trying to break free from the confines itself.

Jihoon groans and pulls his hands off of you and you whine. You’re not left untouched for too long though as Jihoon hooks his fingers into your waistband and starts to pull your shorts down. You lift your hips to help him out, pulling your top off your body as well. Even though your clothes did little to cover you up, seeing you fully naked drives Jihoon insane.

He stares at your slick pussy and he nearly drops to his knees then, thinking about how heavenly it would be to be in between your thighs, but his dick twitches a little too hard and he knows he has to get inside of you now. Jihoon pushes his shorts down his legs and his cock finally springs free.

“Jihoon please,” you whine and Jihoon groans. He sits back down on the couch and grabs you, pulling you onto his lap. You look pretty, perched on Jihoon’s thick, pale thighs. Your pussy rubs up against his cock and Jihoon can feel your arousal spread across his length, lubing it up.

“S-shit,” Jihoon curses. Your fingers grasp his shoulders tightly, your fingernails just starting to dig in, and the slight sting goes straight to Jihoon’s cock.

“C’mon Hoonie,” you mumble. “Just fuck me.”

That’s all Jihoon needs to properly line himself up and slam right into you. You whine loudly at the feeling as Jihoon slides right into you, your cunt already so need that there’s no resistance. Just as Jihoon expected, your walls are soft and warm as you clench down around him.

Jihoon grasps your waists, slowly guiding you up his length before pulling you back down. Jihoon can see you biting down on your lip as you roll your hips against him. He reaches up and gently pulls your lip out from between your teeth with his thumb. Before Jihoon can tell you he wants to hear your moans, your tongue darts out and licks at the pad of his thumb before you lean down and take his whole thumb into your mouth.

Jihoon’s hips buck up into you as you suck on his thumb, your tongue swirling around it. You look down at him with your sultry eyes and for a moment Jihoon wonders if you’ve wanted him just a long as he’s wanted you.

You gradually speed up your pace until you’re fully fucking yourself on Jihoon’s cock, fast and hard. You pop your mouth off of Jihoon’s thumb, finally letting your moans flow free. To Jihoon, you sound like an angel singing. As you bounce in his lap Jihoon can’t help but stare at your tits as they bounce in front of his face. He realizes that if he stares for too much longer, he’s going to cum too soon.

He leans forward and starts to pepper kissings along your neck and chest. His fingers trail up your torso until they come to your tits. He palms at your chest, hard and mean, desperate to feel you up as much as he can.

Your fingernails dig into Jihoon’s shoulders even harder, slightly dragging up and scratching him. Jihoon would never consider himself a masochist but the pain burns delightfully and suddenly he wants you to tear up his whole back.

“F-fuck, Ji~” you whine. “Your cock feels suh’good.”

Your cunt squeezes Jihoon’s cock, so close to milking him for all that he’s worth. Jihoon doesn’t bother taking his mouth off of you, just humming against your collarbone. Jihoon’s body feels like it’s burning up, the feel of your soft skin pressed against him, your warm cunt wrapped around his aching cock. If he doesn’t cum soon he’s sure that he’ll implode.

Jihoon reaches between your body and snags his finger on your clit, rubbing at the bud rapidly to get you closer to your orgasm. You gasp and whine as your hips get more frantic, breaking your steady pace.

“G-gonna cum,” you say between broken breaths. You lean down and capture Jihoon in a kiss. The feeling of your lips against his is new and Jihoon already can’t get enough of it. Jihoon pushes his tongue between your lips, licking into your mouth to taste you better.

You move your hands up to cup his face, tugging him into you even harder as your body trembles in his grip. Jihoon can feel your walls fluttering around him as you reach your high. That’s all the signal Jihoon needs to let go as well, finally letting himself spill right into your cunt. Your hips soon come to a stop and lift up off of him as your body slumps down onto his.

“You know,” you mumble into his neck, your fingers now playing with the hair on his nape, “I’ve always kind of fantasized about this happening.”

“W-what?” Jihoon asks, his mind already dizzy from his orgasm and now your words aren’t helping.

“You’re hot Ji. Like, I’ve never met an anime nerd as buff as you. You’re also just like…really nice and caring? I don’t know, ever since we met a small part of me has always wanted to fuck you.”

“Shit,” Jihoon groans. “You’re saying that we could have been fucking for years now? Baby I don’t think you know how badly your cosplays turn me on.” 

“You’re gonna turn me on again,” you murmur.

“Good,” Jihoon responds. “Because I still have one more round in me.” Even after cumming, Jihoon’s cock is still hard and he easily flips you around and presses you down against the couch. Your face is now buried in the cushions as Jihoon pulls your hips up to meet his.

“S-shit,” you gasp.

Jihoon pushes his thumb against your folds, rubbing at them for a moment before pulling one to the side. Your cunt is shiny from your arousal and as Jihoon forced your entrance open, some of his cum from earlier starts to spill out. Jihoon is tempted to finger fuck it back into you, but it’s not too much of a loss when he can just give you fresh load.

Jihoon’s tip rubs up against your slit, teasing you. You wiggle your hips slightly, begging for him to put it in. Luckily, Jihoon is just as desperate as you are and pushes his hips forward, his tip easily sliding into you.

You just had Jihoon inside of you and yet the feeling of his cock rubbing up against your walls as you moaning and drooling on the couch cushions.

“So good for me,” Jihoon mutters to himself. “Fuck how do you feel ever better the second time.”

Jihoon’s hips slam into yours, rough and slow, making each stroke intentional. His grip on your hips is tight, making sure you stay in place as he fucks into you.

As much as Jihoon loves staring at your tits bouncing in his face, the view from the back is just as good. He can’t help himself as he lifts his hand up, letting his palm smack against your ass as he brings his hand back down. He watches satisfied as your ass recoils, the fat jiggling deliciously. He repeats this action a few more times until he’s sure your ass is warm and stinging from the hits.

“H-hoonie, faster, please,” you beg. You push your hips back, trying to force Jihoon to pick up his speed.

“You need more, baby?” Jihoon coos teasingly. “Want my cock to pound your little pussy?”

“Yes,” you sob out. “Need you to fuck me hard.”

“Okay baby, your wish is my command.” Like a switch flipped, Jihoon starts to plow into you, the head of his cock ramming into your g-spot with each thrust.

Jihoon slides his hand up your spine, his fingers coming up to cup around the back of your neck, and he pushes down, holding you against the couch. It’s dirty, your ass sticking up in the air as your face is squished against the cushion, but that just gets Jihoon going even more.

“You look so pretty like this,” Jihoon tells you. “Back arched just for me.”

You can’t even respond, just letting out a spew of babbles and moans. Your fingers grip onto the edge of the cushion and Jihoon wonders if it’s second nature for you to dig your nails into something when being fucked. He’ll have to test that another time, your nails raking over his back as he fucks the life out you.

For now he’ll stick to railing you into tomorrow.

“S’close,” you slur. “P-please. Need to cum.”

“Aww, you need to come? Okay baby, cream all over my cock.”

Jihoon continues to abuse your sweet spot with his cock as your body tense under him. Your cunt clenches down tight into a vice grip as you whine high pitched and loud. Jihoon rubs at your hip as you orgasm. It isn’t until you fall spineless to the couch that Jihoon allows himself to fill you up once more. He milks himself dry inside of you, making sure you’re stuffed full. Jihoon knows you’re on birth control (you’ve complained about the change in hormones to him before) but the knowledge that Jihoon pumped you full with two loads still drives him slightly insane.

Jihoon slides out of you and slumps down on the couch as well. You shuffle around so you can cuddle up into his side and press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“This was fun,” you mumble and Jihoon laughs.

“Yeah…we should do it again.”

You grin. “We should.”

Before Jihoon can say anything else, you’re both caught off guard by a loud shout coming from the TV. You both whip your heads back to the screen, it seems in the midst of your own fun you both forgot what started it all.

A smirk crosses your face as you look at Jihoon. “You know, for my next convention maybe I should dress as Akira. I think I have a blazer sitting around in my closet somewhere…”

The thought alone sends Jihoon’s mind reeling. The thought of you dressed up in a tight blazer and short skirt, knowing that the character is from a hentai. He’s not sure he would be able to keep his hands off of you.

“And who knows, maybe you could dress up as Kaito with me.” You send a wink Jihoon’s way and it’s enough to have Jihoon’s dick twitching to life a third time.

Oh yeah. He definitely won’t be able to keep his hands off of you, but something in Jihoon tells him you won’t mind too much.

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[connieslover]

𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙞'𝙫𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙙 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩

⋆｡𖦹°‧★ ࿐ a shy cellist finds himself falling in love with a mysterious girl who visits him every afternoon (part one).

𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘪 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯

☆ princess!oc x cellist!anton

☆ fluff, royal au

(suggested listening: laufey, what falling in love feels like)

the tall brunette hummed quietly as his long fingers grazed against the guitars on display. chatters and sounds of clinking glasses filled the store.

anton worked as a server, as well as an occasional performer at the town's bar and instrument shop. wanting to support his family and his younger brother, he gladly accepted the job offer when the owner found out that he had a knack for playing the cello.

noticing that one of the guitars was dusty, he pulled out a handkerchief from his pocket, held the neck of the guitar, and slid the handkerchief across the frets, removing the dust.

as he did so, he felt the weight of someone bump into his back, causing him to stumble on his feet.

"oh my god im so sorry!" a girl stood before him, her hands gripping the beige fabric of her dress. she wore a beige-colored dress with long sleeves as well as a brown hood that sat on her shoulders. she had brown hair that was tied into one long braid. her round eyes met anton's and for a second, he felt like the air was knocked out of his lungs. he had never seen such a beautiful person. he couldn't even call her beautiful for it felt like the word was undeserving for her.

anton blinked, bringing himself back to reality, "oh no it's alright,"

his voice was quiet and soft like velvet. anton quickly averted his gaze from the girl, stuffing his handkerchief from his pocket.

"do you work here?" she asked the boy.

anton nodded his head and for some reason, he couldn't find the courage to meet her eyes. was he even deserving to look at someone as beautiful as her?

"i've always wanted to visit here. there's such an array of instruments. if i could, i'd love to play all of them," she beamed as she looked around the store.

"you can always try out the instruments if you'd like," spoke anton, watching as she walked around the store, curiosity lingering in her eyes.

she turned to face the boy with excited round eyes, "really? i'd love that," she walked towards anton, "by the way, what's your name?"

"anton lee. and yours?" anton sheepishly answered, flattered that she asked for his name.

"akari," replied the girl.

'akari. what a fitting name for such a girl whose presence was radiating with such elegance, light, and beauty,' anton thought himself.

akari's eyes flickered to the clock that was displayed on the wall. her mouth opened slightly before she hurriedly wore the hood back onto her head.

"i have to leave now but i'll come back tomorrow. it was nice meeting you, anton." she smiled at him before she walked out of the store. the way she said his name made his heart flutter. he'd love to hear her say his name again and he was already looking forward to the next day.

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anton was sitting on a chair, resting his chin on the palm of his hand as he stared at the small stage. occasionally, his eyes would flicker to the clock. his feet tapped against the ground feeling slightly impatient and nervous. the sound of the bell from the door rang, diverting his attention to whoever entered the store.

to his pleasure, it was the person that had been on his mind the whole night. akari entered the store with the same hoodie that she wore the previous day. but today, her hair was tied into bun and she wore a brown dress that was the same color as her eyes.

"anton!" she greeted him, her lips curling into a smile.

"hi akira," anton greeted back, standing from his seat and dusting off the invisible dirt from his pants.

"god i couldn't sleep at all last night. i kept thinking about what instrument to play. but after a long thought, i think i'd like to try out the guitar today," akira's hands moved animatedly as she spoke, there was a glistening look of excitement in her eyes.

"do you have any experience of playing an instrument?" curiously asked anton.

akira nodded to his question, "i know how to play the piano. well i was forced to," her voice turned quiet towards the end of the sentence and anton being the attentive person he was, was quick to note it.

"i-i'd love to hear you play," anton bashfully said, making akira grin.

"i'll play for you one day. now let's get a guitar!"

the two sat across each other. on akira's lap was a light brown colored guitar and on anton's lap was a dark brown colored one.

"so...how do you play a chord on this?" asked akira as she strummed the first few strings of the guitar.

"it's fairly easy to play and memorize the chords on a guitar. this chord for instance is a g chord," anton demonstrated by strumming the chord and akira tried to copy his finger placements.

"and this one is a d chord,"

"this is an f chord, it's a bit trickier to play," anton watched as akira's pointer finger stretched out across the fret, the rest of her slim fingers struggling to stay put on the frets.

"here, if you use this finger instead it's easier," anton leaned closer, changing the placements of her fingers. he noticed the difference in the size of their hands, how her fingers were smaller, and how her nails were neatly trimmed.

"i think i got it," exclaimed akira as she strummed the said chord.

"i have a chart for all the guitar chords if you're interested," anton brought up. akira nodded eagerly.

a few short minutes later anton came back with a sheet of paper in his hand. he sat back down in his seat and handed akira the sheet of chords. akira looked at the sheet in her hands.

"did you draw the chord charts yourself?" questioned akira, noticing the smudges of pencil here and there.

"yeah i did," sheepishly answered anton, fiddling with the strings of the guitar.

"that's amazing. your handwriting is super neat. this is going to be so helpful," akira looked up from the sheet, her eyes meeting anton's brown doe eyes, "thank you,"

anton felt the heat rising to his cheeks and he quickly averted her gaze, stammering "it's nothing really,"

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over the next few days, anton spent his afternoon with akira, teaching her how to play the guitar. he enjoyed the time he spent with her, whether it was silently watching her practice, listening to her hum ever so often, or even listening to one of her rambles.

"oh come on anton! you work at an instrument store how do you not know how to play the saxophone?" queried akira, the saxophone in her hands.

"i don't know how to play all the instruments. i wish i did though," anton waved his hands, defending himself.

"just try it at least," akira shoved the saxophone in his hands. he couldn't say no to the desperate look in her eyes.

"fine," he murmured.

anton took a deep breath before he blew into the reed, pressing the keys in hope that something sounded right. anton created the most disharmonic noises possibly known to mankind. it was as if someone jumbled up three songs and hoped for the best.

akira found it amusing, bursting out into laughter. her laugh was just like the rest of her- genuine and sweet. her eyes were crinkled, her teeth showing just slightly. her laughter could brighten up the whole room. and she was laughing all because of him. anton was proud of himself that he was able to evoke such a joyous emotion from her just by playing the wrong keys on the saxophone. he felt slightly embarrassed at the fact that he played so terribly that she found it hilarious but nevertheless, anton found himself smiling, ignoring the flutter of his heart and how the tips of his ears were reddening.

"actually, never mind. never play the saxophone again," akira said in between laughter as she held her stomach.

"come on now, i don't think i was that bad," joked anton, putting the saxophone back in its place.

"well, if you never practice and learn, you'll definitely become a world class saxophonist," teased akira, her cheeks flushed pink from all the laughter.

"yeah yeah i'd like to see you try to play the saxophone," anton rolled his eyes earning a head shake from the girl.

"no thank you,"

akira glanced at the clock on the wall and let out a gasp. she hurriedly packed her belongings into the small pouch she always brought with her.

"oh god i'm gonna be late. i have to go anton," she worried, wearing her hood.

"i'll see you tomorrow?" anton asked, tilting his head slightly with his hands in his pocket.

akira smiled and nodded her head, bidding goodbye to the boy.

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the next day, akira didn't come.

she wasn't there the day after that as well.

anton ran his fingers through his hair as he checked the clock on the wall for what seemed like the hundredth time of the day. many thoughts ran through his head throughout the day.

what if she got into trouble? what if she found another store to go to? what if she got bored of him? what if she moved to a different city? did i do something wrong?

akira was a mysterious girl. anton always wondered why she had such a specific curfew and why she always had a hood on her. not once had he seen her without one. there was something odd about her that he couldn't place his finger on.

aside from the many questions anton had about akira, he also wondered why he felt distraught that she didn't visit him.

his eyes glazed over the bar, watching as people clink their glasses together and chatter amongst themselves.

"why do you keep staring at the time?" anton's head snapped to the person beside him, startled.

"it's nothing sohee...." he sighed, adjusting the black tie around his collar.

his older friend sohee raised a brow at him, crossing his arms he asked, "are you looking for someone? perhaps the girl whose been visiting you these past few days?"

a bashful look overtook anton's face and he cleared his throat, "w-what are you talking about?"

sohee rolled his eyes and placed his hand on the taller boy's shoulder, "oh anton you know exactly what girl i've been talking about. some of the other workers have mentioned her. how is she like? is she pretty? is she nice?"

"she's the most amazing person ever. she has this aura that's just so... alluring. i don't know how to describe her. i can't find the right words to," anton breathed, her smiling face appearing in his mind.

"sounds like my friend is in love," sohee cooed with a teasing grin.

"in love? what? no no she's just my friend," denied anton shaking his head.

"i don't know who would describe their friend as 'the most amazing person ever'," retorted sohee, "you literally have heart eyes right now,"

anton bit his lip, trying to deny the fact that he was falling in love with a girl he'd just met over a week ago.

"i have to meet her! if she comes again you better introduce me to her," sohee chirped before he scurried elsewhere to serve a customer.

"anton, you're up in five."

anton let out a sigh and made his way to the side of the stage where his cello was waiting for him. once the previous performer had finished performing their song, anton made his way to the stage. the sleeves of the work blouse he wore was rolled up to his elbows, his firm veins on display.

the crowd cheered for anton as he introduced himself. he didn't perform every night, only once every few days or maybe once a week. he was a bit shy and he hated being in the limelight for too long but performing for the bar was good money so he couldn't really complain.

anton took in a deep breath before he started playing the new piece he learned. he pressed against the strings of the cello, using his bow to express all the notes. he played the cello beautifully like it was an extension of himself. as he closed his eyes, immersing himself in the music he wished that akira was here.

the crowd applauded loudly for anton once he was finished. whoops, claps, and cheers were heard around the room as he fluttered his eyes open. to his surprise, his eyes were met with a familiar pair.

it was fairly dark but he could see the faint silhouette of a hooded girl at the back of the crowd. her brown eyes were glued onto him and he couldn't tell if it was the lights but her eyes were sparkling, almost teary-eyed. anton's heart raced, and he had to blink twice to make sure that he wasn't seeing things.

anton rushed to take a bow and pack his cello back into his case. he squirmed through the crowd, muttering small thanks to the people who complimented his performance. all he could think about was akira.

and there she was, standing in the corner of the bar wearing a silky long white nightgown. like the first time he saw her, her hair was tied into a long braid that laid over her shoulder.

"akira," he breathed, the grip on his strap tightened. he noticed the look in her eyes, how it was a contortion of gloom and something else.

"you play the cello so beautifully. i never knew that you could play," admired akira.

the corners of anton's lips curved into a small smile, "thank you akira. and you never really asked,"

akira giggled quietly before the two of them were engulfed in silence. in the background was the next performer playing the violin.

"why didn't you come the other day?" anton broke the silence. akira looked away with a troubled gaze which only made anton worry more.

"my parents found out that i've been sneaking out. and since then, it was harder for me to find a way and time to sneak out. i'm really sorry for not coming," explained akira as she fiddled with the strings of her hood.

"hey, it's alright. but you shouldn't be sneaking out. i'd hate for you to get into more trouble," anton remarked as he leaned against the wall beside akira, glancing at her worriedly.

akira bit her lip, "it's hard not to when this is the only freedom i have. visiting you...this place is the only place where i can feel like i can truly be myself. where i don't have to worry so much about my future, who i am, who i want to be, and what to do. it's like my little getaway,"

"you don't have to worry about anything when you're here. you're always welcome here," comforted anton, bumping his shoulder with hers. akira looked distressed and anton could see it. he noticed the foreign expression displayed on her face and the furrowed brows and forwn did not go unnoticed by him. akira finally smiled, having to tilt her head slightly to look up at him which made his stomach swirl.

"if you'd like you can come here anytime you're able to," suggested anton ignoring the subtle flutter of his heart.

akira's eyes rounded, batting her long lashes like an excited dog she asked, "really? is that possible?"

"well i'm sure the owner wouldn't mind if i let you in the shop during closing hours," anton rubbed the nape of his neck praying that the owner would be fine with the idea.

"would after midnight be fine? i won't be able to go out during broad daylight," asked akira.

"it should be fine. i'll ask the owner for you,"

"thank you so much anton!" beamed akira, feeling giddy. anton smiled to himself, delighted that she looked happy.

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"the store looks so much different now that it's midnight," hummed akira as she walked around the store. the only light was from the streetlights outside the bar as well as the moonlight that seeped through the windows. what once was a bar filled with loud conversations shared amongst strangers and loud music was gone.

akira made her way to the piano, sitting on the leathered piano bench.

"is it alright if i play the piano?" asked akira.

"of course you can. i'd be delighted to hear you play," answered anton, sitting in the empty space beside her. the piano bench was just big enough for the two of them to sit. they were close enough that their shoulders brushed against each other.

akira's fingers grazed against the keyboards, feeling the familiar hard and cold keys under her fingers. she gracefully pressed the keys, stepping onto the pedals with her flats. a euphonious sound filled the room.

there was something about the way her face was illuminated by the moonlight, the way her eyes closed at certain parts of the song, the way her brown hair framed her face, and the way she turned to look at him with stars in her eyes that he'd count that made him realize,

fuck, he was in love.

roses began to creep beneath anton's cheeks when akira shyly adverted his eyes. they were so close that anton could smell the light scent of the perfume she wore. she smelled clean, like lilacs and vanilla. the fluttering in his chest grew louder, ringing in his ears. he was afraid that akira could hear his racing heartbeat.

akira tucked the strands of her hair behind her ears as she grinned at anton. 'has he always been this handsome?' she thought to herself. she had never realized how gorgeous he was now that they were close. his dark hair fell over his rounded eyes that were looking at her like she was the moon. he had a nose gifted by the gods, heck his whole face was carefully hand-sculpted by angels. his pink lips were curved into a small smile. a crimson adorned her face as she realized that she was staring at him for a bit too long. she diverted her attention to the keyboard in front of her, an unfamiliar feeling taking over her.

"you're amazing," gushed anton, "i-i mean your piano! when you play the piano...it's gorgeous," stuttered anton, earning a chuckle from the girl.

"thank you. we should play together, as a duet one day," suggested akira, tapping her fingers against the keys.

"i'd love to play with you," admitted anton, loving the suggestion.

silence fell over the two teenagers before akira turned to face the boy.

"hey anton...there's something i need to tell you,"

"what is it?" asked anton, suddenly feeling nervous.

"i..." akira paused for a moment, a faltering gaze in her eyes before she looked away from anton, "actually it's nothing. nevermind,"

"you can tell me anything," anton placed his larger hands over akira's, surprising himself with the bold action.

akira forced a smile, "maybe it's not the right time yet. but i'll tell you, soon."

the next night, akira didn't show.

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[blackstarmylove]

Uh-Oh (Scenarios)

Fandom: Blackstar Theater Starless

Pairing: Team P, B, W x fem!Reader

Warning: N.SFW

Requested by: Anon

Prompt: Hello, i have a request hc fem reader. Um so assuming that all of the characters have an nsfw (cast name)xreader fanfic in the internet and they caught their SO reading those fanfic especially in the middle of the spicy part, how the cast would react, what will they do, etc. Requesting for Team P and W! Thank you so much 🫶 i hope my request is not that confusing

A/N: Ooo fun request. 😏

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"What are you doing?" Kokuyou whispered in your ears, causing you to freeze. Noticing your wide eyes and slightly shaking hands, he lightly brushed his lips against your ear.

"Why did you stop? Continue reading...out loud." His voice got deeper and huskier. A shiver ran through your body as you gulped, but you gave in to his request.

"Kokuyou...slid his hand in your underwear and-"

A loud gasp escaped your lips as you felt his fingers caress the waistband of your shorts before sliding inside, straight into your underwear.

"Continue reading," he whispered with a hint of command.

Kokuyou did everything to you that was in the fanfic, and by the end, you were a moaning mess. Even then, he didn't stop.

"My fangirls have a good imagination."

Hearing Akira's voice behind you, you jumped and looked at him wide-eyed. He grinned, took your phone from you, scrolled through the fic, and tossed it on the bed.

"If you want me, all you gotta do is ask," Akira chuckled as he began to remove his clothes. Before you could protest or say anything, he stood naked in front of you.

Your eyes wandered down to his erect length, and your jaw dropped. "Akira...how long have you been reading the fanfic?"

"Long enough."

His lips curled into a playful smirk, and in the next moment, he pounced on you.

Sin raised his eyebrow when you didn't notice him walk into the room and continued to stare at your phone's screen. What were you looking at with such focus? And why were your cheeks red?

Quietly, he walked behind you and looked over your shoulder, his lips slowly curling into a mischievous smile. He stood behind you until you finished reading and set your phone aside to fan your heated face.

Sin leaned down and whispered in a deep, low voice, "Enjoying yourself?"

As soon as you snapped your head in his direction, Sin lifted you off the bed with ease and pulled you into a deep kiss. If you were fantasizing about him, he would gladly fulfill your wish.

Taiga's jaw dropped, and his eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. Why were you reading this? Who even wrote that? Were you fantasizing about doing it with him? Wait, why did you call him over? Were you planning something?

Taiga's head spun with questions, but as soon as he turned to run away from there out of embarrassment, you grabbed his arm and smirked. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Uh...I...I...."

His cheeks were bright red, and his breath, thoughts, and words escaped him. But you were not satisfied and quickly undressed before lying on your bed. You parted your legs wide for him, giving him a view he never thought he would see.

"I was getting myself ready for you, so," you seductively whispered and beckoned him with your index finger. "Come here, Taiga."

There was no way he could resist you after that.

You were so engrossed in the fanfic that you didn't realize Takami was sitting on your bed right behind you, reading the fic with a smirk. He patiently waited for you to either notice him or finish reading. But Takami didn't expect you to slide your fingers into your underwear and stroke yourself when you got the spicy part.

He brought his lips to your ear, purposely breathing heavily so his hot breath caressed your skin. "Allow me."

Your muscles tensed, but he didn't give you time to react and quickly replaced your fingers with his. Takami's long, deep strokes within your fold had you gasping. With his free hand, he held your phone and read out every word in that fanfic with a seductive voice.

Mizuki came up behind you and threw his arms around you, causing you to freeze. Before he could ask what you were doing, his eyes fell on the phone's screen. The two of you looked at each other, both of your cheeks as red as can be - he hadn't expected you to be reading something like this, and you didn't expect him to show up unannounced.

"Uh....I can...explain...."

Mizuki couldn't meet your eyes but shook his head and buried his face in your neck, making you slightly jumpy.

"C-Can...ya read it out loud?" He asked shyly.

Giving in to his request, you read the words aloud. You never made it to the end of the fic because Mizuki had you pinned under him and was making you cry in pleasure.

Kongou wasn't sure how to react. While he wanted to handle the situation maturely, he still felt shy. Did you really like him so much that you wanted to get intimate with him? The thought made him nervous and excited.

"K-Kongou? What are...you d-doing here?" You noticed his reflection in the mirror and quickly hid your phone.

"Would...you like me to turn the words into reality?" He shyly asked but met your gaze with a softness in his eyes.

"W-What?"

"Do you want me to make love to you? Because I can make your dreams a reality." He chuckled, his cheeks slightly red.

In the next moment, you stood up on the bed and jumped on him, wrapping your arms and legs around his muscular body. "YES!"

Kongou found your excitement endearing and spent the majority of the evening making love to you as sensually as he could.

Rico smirked, especially when he saw your legs parted and fingers pleasing your now-wet folds. He wasn't sure if you were just that excited or were straight-up bold to openly pleasure yourself with all the lights in your bedroom turned on.

Seeing how engrossed you were, he walked in front of you and kneeled down. You yelped in surprise as soon as you saw him, but that didn't deter him from pursuing his plan.

"Don't mind me. Continue reading," he whispered, looking at you seductively. "Oh...and read the fic loudly. I am interested in hearing everything."

As you read the words aloud, gasping and moaning in the middle of the sentences, Rico devoured your womanhood as a 'punishment' for reading spicy fics about him.

Wait, don't popular idols and such have fanfics about their fangirls fantasizing about getting close to them? So, if he had fanfic about him, did that make him one step closer to becoming an idol? Ran's excitement increased when he heard you moan during the spicy part. Were you imagining him doing all those dirty things to you?

A wide grin tugged on his lips as he wrapped his arms tightly around you from behind and pressed his body against your back. "I like the sound of your moan. Makes me want to make you moan more."

Before your mind could process what was happening, you were under Ran, and both of your clothes were lying on the floor. The playful man was kissing you all over as his hands grabbed every inch of your skin. He was not planning to let you go until he made you lose your voice.

Heath covered his mouth, his face glowing red. While he was flattered you were fantasizing about him, he felt slightly uncomfortable at the thought of his fangirls writing spicy fics about him. Was that what they imagined when they saw him? Were they undressing him with their eyes while he was performing on stage?

He shook his head frantically as if to push all those disturbing thoughts out. But when he saw your red cheeks and playful smile, Heath liked the idea of you wanting to get close to him.

The rapper didn't disturb you and quietly watched the emotions on your face, enjoying every moment. He wasn't sure where this would lead or if it would lead to anything. But Heath knew one thing for sure: he wanted to get close to you if you allowed him to.

What a naughty girl you were reading such dirty words about him while your mind vividly brought every word to life. He could see it in your eyes even if you didn't admit it.

"And here I took you for a sweet, innocent girl."

You squealed when you heard his voice behind you and quickly hid your phone. But seeing his smirk, you realized he had already seen what you were looking at.

"If you want to see me naked or get close to me, just ask," Hinata whispered, taking slow steps closer to you.

"Uh...I..."

He didn't give you a chance to finish your sentence and pinned you against the wall. Bringing his lips closer to your ear, he said in a tempting and dominating voice. "I would like nothing more than to hold your neck while I fck you into oblivion."

Rindou wanted to surprise you, so he snuck up behind you with curiosity laced on his face. What were you looking at so intensely? Also, why were your cheeks red? Right as he was about to cover your eyes with his hands, he saw the words on your screen, and his jaw dropped.

"Rindou's length penetrated you little by little. You felt alive like never before."

His face turned bright red as he covered his mouth with his hand, averting his eyes. Who had written this, and why were you reading it? Were you fantasizing about getting intimate with him? The thought excited Rindou. He patiently waited for you to finish reading the fic. Though Rindou tried to keep his eyes away from your phone's screen, his curiosity got the better of him, and he silently read along with you.

Maica leaned against the doorframe with his arm crossed, watching you with a raised eyebrow. What was so important that you didn't even register his presence? Something today, Maica, to stay put, but he went against his instinct and silently walked closer to you. Even then, you didn't notice his presence. The singer was speechless, and his curiosity only grew. When Maica peeked over your shoulder at the words, his eyeballs nearly popped out of their sockets.

"Maica held onto your shoulders and pushed you down into the mattress as he thrust faster inside you."

Why were you reading this? Who wrote it? What is wrong with his fans? Maica quickly looked away, not knowing what to do or say. The thought of his fantasizing about sleeping with him was disturbing. But the thought of you wanting to sleep with him made his face glow red.

Only one question lingered in his mind: should he grant you your wish?

Sinju happily entered your room with a smile bright enough to light the entire underworld. But when you didn't look at him and kept your eyes glued to your screen, his smile faltered. Were you just focused on your phone, or did he do something to upset you? Sinju slowly walked closer.

"Hi, (y/n)!"

Hearing his voice, you jumped, juggling your phone to prevent it from falling on the ground. Unfortunately for you, Sinju grabbed it before you and saw the words on your screen. But before he could read more, you quickly grabbed the phone from his hand and hid it behind you. You were too late, though. Sinju had already read the words 'Sinju, made love, and moan in the same line.'

"Uh...my...fans...have crazy...imaginations..." he nervously said with a slight smile. The two of you awkwardly stood there, looking away from each other as you wondered where to take things from there.

Menou stared at you blankly, noting your suspicious red cheeks, parted lips, and glossy eyes. Were you watching something you weren't supposed to? He quietly walked up behind you to take a peek at your phone. Menou was not expecting you to read spicy fics about him but was intrigued.

He slowly crawled onto your bed, making sure to be as nimble as possible so you don't notice him until the last minute. Lying on your bed, he rested his head on your lap, startling you. You nearly dropped your phone on his face - a good thing it wasn't a Nokia.

"Read out loud, would you?" Menou smirked.

Realizing he had caught you, your face burned brightly, but you gave into his wish and whispered the words nervously. While you did that, Menou turned his head and brought his nose closer to your womanhood, inhaling your scent deeply.

"Someone smells sweet." He teased and brought his lips to steal a taste of your wetness.

Nekome curiously read the fic with you with your knowledge. His lips were tugged into a calm smile as ideas ran through his mind. However, he was not expecting you to kneel on your bed and slide your hand inside your underwear. Nekome raised an eyebrow, kneeled behind you, and brought his lips to your ear.

"I have a better idea."

You squealed in surprise, but Nekome held you in place before you could stand up and get away from him.

"Continue reading, but kindly remove your hand from your underwear and allow me."

You weren't sure what he planned to do, but your curiosity got the better of you. Gulping, you continued to read the fic while you heard the rustling sounds of clothes behind you. In a few minutes, while you read the fic out loud in a shaky voice, Nekome had his length between your legs, moving his hips and rubbing your womanhood and inner thighs with his length.

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[flowerwrites06]

lion and the fox finale — jjk

Plot: In a turbulent world of crime and intrigue, a fiery journalist makes an unlikely alliance with one of the country’s most notorious bosses.  Pairing(s): Mafia Boss!Jungkook x Journalist!OC (Name: Belle)  Rating: G | PG | M | R 18+ Type: Drabble | Oneshot | Two Parter | Series Word Count: 4.6k Genre: Mafia AU | Vintage (1940′s vibes) AU  Tags & Warnings: crime, violence, sexual content, forced prostitution, mentions of racist/xenophobic implications and culture, mild scenes of harassment, some misogynistic behaviour, mentions of war, heavy mentions of drug use, infidelity.  Authors Note: the finale is here, folks! thank you for the support on this series! Disclaimer: Please note that while some historical research has been done for this story, the MAJORITY of it has been altered in some way with creative liberties to match the themes and motifs of the plot.

Belle wore her own clothes to the meeting as they travelled to Namjoon’s personal teahouse, Gardenia Bloom. Jungkook knew he had no room to protest anything but at this point, Namjoon liked Belle’s presence more than his own. To be fair, Belle probably preferred her own solitude to his own presence. Since the morning Belle only spoke to him in professional terms, losing all of her softness, even that twinkle in her eyes when she looked at him.

It ached in his chest at how quickly things slipped away from him. Every time Jungkook looked at her, it was jumping into a pool, not knowing how deep or shallow it was going to be. But he kept diving anyway.

Gardenia Bloom was small and quaint but the men and women wearing their silks had sharp eyes, piercing into them without letting anyone catch a glance. Cherry blossoms were sparse during this time of year but there were momentary blooms, plucking off the branches and flowing into the breeze.

Namjoon already had a room occupied with a long dark wood table and paper walls with painted scenes of maidens serving tea to the nobility. His expression was neutral as they walked in but Jungkook knew he walked on thin ice. These two children and their questionable safety ran a dangerous line and no one trusted him to see to the end. Even Yoongi looked like he had reservations.

Jungkook and Yoongi sat next to Namjoon while Belle stood at the corner of the room. Her face still calm and stoic.

“Where are they?” Belle asked.

“They’re in the next room,” Namjoon answered. “You can go see them if you want.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped. He needed Belle to be here, as his strength. Even if she looked like she never wanted to see him again, he wanted her here. Much to his selfish relief, Belle shook her head.

“It’s alright.” Belle intertwined her fingers together.

Jungkook waited a long while, taking careful sips of his makgeolli as Seokjin took his sweet time arriving. He wondered whether he’d just abandon both his sons just to continue with this mission of becoming the leader. All this would be for nothing. Nothing but his own quest of power. His thirst of power that Belle believed he didn’t have, but perhaps he did. Perhaps he was no different from the predecessors he pretends to be better than.

Just as that dangerous thought entered his mind, the door slid open to Seokjin and his wife Akira. “Sorry for the wait,” Seokjin said, unfazed by their meeting. “Your guards do a thorough job in searching us.”

Seokjin sat on the floor table and waved for Belle to get him a drink.

Anger flooded through Jungkook but he didn’t say anything as Belle quietly poured the makgeolli as asked before standing back into the room like a trained maiden.

Akira, on the other hand, looked like a real mother. Distressed, eyes a little red but her poise calm and collected to ensure nothing was said unseemly to risk her son’s safety. It was only when looking at her that Jungkook felt a twinge of guilt.

“I have to say, I thought Yeou Pa had a slight moral ground,” Seokjin said. “But I suppose we’ve been rather frazzled.”

“The conditions here are simple,” Jungkook said, trying his best to get to the point before his urge to punch Seokjin face back into his skull sunk in too deep. “If you wish to continue on with this charade of being the sole Korean leader than you may take your Korean son and be on your way. Or you can choose your son with Akira and quit all this nonsense.”

Seokjin laughed, taking a generous sip of his makgeolli and waving his hand. Belle, again, poured the next cup of makgeolli for him. “And if I refuse?”

“Then you’ll never see either of them again.”

The room turned sour, curdled like milk.

Even Seokjin’s punchable smile flickered away as his movements paused. “You wouldn’t kill a child.”

Jungkook paused purposefully, allowing Seokjin to grow reluctant before glancing at Belle. “No, I wouldn’t. But that’s not the point, is it?” He asked and looked over at Akira. “I lost my marriage over a spy break-in. But you can kill a spy, hide it and hope no one finds out. A child. Knowing that your spouse went out of their way to make a new family for themselves. Because they were too ashamed to commit even if it meant their entire cause depended on it. That is quite the betrayal.”

Akira raised her chin, staying silent. “I want my son back.”

Seokjin took a breath. “Akira—”

“—in return, the Zaher family will break its alliance with Holangi Pa.” Akira didn’t spare a slight glance to Seokjin. Despite her run-down expression, her words cut like a poisoned knife through the room. And Seokjin couldn’t say a word.

The Zaher family had every power and right to protect Akira’s son. Seokjin offered her family nothing of value and Akira made her choice clear. Her son over her husband.

“Of course.” Jungkook nodded, trying to hide the feeling of triumph in his chest blooming like fresh flowers. “Show her the way, please.” He spoke to Belle.

Belle bowed to them. “This way, Ms. Zaher.”

Seokjin kept his expression hardened as he drunk another sip of the makgeolli. “It seems I’ve been given a taste of what you’re capable of.”

“I wish you didn’t have to,” Jungkook said.

“Namjoon, do you say you’re comfortable working with Jungkook?” Seokjin’s gaze flickered to Namjoon but unlike Jungkook, he took Seokjin’s comments with a cool expression. “After what his grandfather did to those soldiers.”

“What I decide to do is none of your business, Seokjin.” Namjoon tilted his head. “You’re not anyone’s don.”

“This isn’t finished. I still have Hebi Pa.” Seokjin stood to his feet and tried to make way to the door but Jungkook and Namjoon’s men blocked the path. “You kill me now, Hebi Pa will just strike right back at you. This time they probably won’t be so kind to offer you another marriage.”

If Jungkook had ended it here, all his troubles would float away. Even his bargain with Namjoon would dissipate. But it was Namjoon who spoke first.

“Let him go.”

Seokjin smiled as one of Namjoon’s guards slid the paper door open and he walked away.

“I could’ve given you my part of the deal,” Jungkook said, confused.

“But I don’t want a gang war,” Namjoon replied. “This has been on the low for a while, we can’t let it burst.”

Namjoon was right. Especially after that scuffle to get Taehyung and Angel, they really had to keep things as discreet as possible. But if risking a gang war meant seeing that smile disappear, Jungkook may have considered it.

Instead he sighed. “Another time.”

-

Jimin snuck into Don Takahashi’s bedroom in the dark of night. One of his younger mistresses slept next to him but he knew how to sneak into places without being noticed. Gaia knew that. Perhaps more than Jimin would’ve liked it.

A small knife through the neck was all it took. Takahashi only had a few minutes of staying awake, round eyes opened as he realized the incision but the choking of blood had him still and guzzling.

Jimin didn’t look back as he snuck out of the room.

The mistress’ scream led to chaos and chaos led to a quiet funeral. Gaia wore an elegant black dress and her short curls ended just at her jawline. She kept a neutral expression but a white handkerchief hung at her gloved hand.

Everyone gave their grievances with a hint of congratulations as the title of Don was now hers.

They returned to Gaia’s household as the afternoon sun was high in the sky. White handkerchief thrown on the couch and gloves strewn away as Gaia moved to the bar and poured herself a glass of whiskey with a squeeze of lemon.

“Do you not feel remorse for losing your father?” Jimin asked.

“I was a name on an alliance sheet for my father,” she said. “I had many siblings who were shipped off to another gang, unknown and unheard of. I will not do the same and be someone else’s pawn. Not anymore.” She took her first sip and looked out the window, her expression still unchanged. “You can leave now.”

Jimin hesitated. Force of habit had him leaving but he pressed his feet to the floor. Woods stuck on his tongue. He turned quietly and stared at her for a moment. Remembered how he used to admire the way she looked out into the view, like she wished for anything but this yet relished in what she had. “Everything I did and said wasn’t scripted, Gaia.”

“Does it help you sleep at night when you look at it that way?” Gaia asked. The sun made her eyes look bright green and venomous but her voice was sweet.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Jimin said. “I don’t have anything to survive with if I wasn’t with Seokjin.”

Her eyes then flickered to him, the venomous look turned hurt and angry. “You don’t think I don’t know what this world is like? I’d have given you anything if you’d just. . .noticed.” Her voice cracked slightly. With a scoff, Gaia looked back at the window with a defeated sigh. “Get out of my sight.”

Jimin took a breath to speak but stopped. Guilt choked any defense that tried to push through because she was right. Jimin had gotten so close to Gaia that there could’ve been a better place for him. More than, Jimin knew that his feelings were becoming true. Yet he was frightened. A coward who needed to run back to the wings that found him. With that thought, he bowed and walked away.

-

Belle and Jungkook returned to the estate deep into the night. The meeting took out more of her energy than she wanted to and it didn’t help that she was made to go back to Jungkook’s household. She immediately made her way into the guestroom and settled on top of the soft bed. She heard footsteps behind her come closer.

Jungkook stood in front of her and knelt to the floor. He reached out and gently pulled off her shoes, releasing the aching feeling of her feet.

“Stop,” she whispered.

“You caused me a big victory today.” Jungkook caressed the pads of her feet, massaging them to feel better and Belle had to resist the urge to hum in pleasure.

“You did the talking.”

“Still, thank you.” Jungkook’s voice kept to the soft movements of his hands. “And I’m sorry. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met and it often scares me.”

Belle blinked slowly, trying to hide how much her heart fluttered.

Jungkook got up to his feet. “Good night.” He walked out of the room.

Belle took a shower and dressed into her white cotton nightgown. She looked at her empty bed. Silent treatments were for couples who wanted to last. There was no point in being angry at someone Belle never expected to be better. So with a sigh, she walked over to Jungkook’s bedroom.

Jungkook was sleeping, shirtless and rested on his stomach. His back lifted and dipped from each deep breath.

Belle climbed on the other side of the bed and snuck under the blankets. She snuggled into the pillows, closed her eyes and rested quietly.

Jungkook shifted and turned around. He pulled Belle closer to his chest, kissing her cheeks and her forehead then her lips. His arm snuck underneath her, wrapping around her completely until she felt safe and warm.

Belle climbed on top of him, straddling him. Palms pressed against his chest, the comfortable patterns of his heartbeat bringing her a sense of calm. She leaned in and kissed him. Soft and tender.

Jungkook’s hands rode up her dress, gripping at her thighs as Belle deepened the kiss. He sat up and placed Belle on her back, her head near the end of the bed. Jungkook pressed wet kisses down her neck and chest, pulling down her sleeves and suckling on her breasts. Pleasure bloomed through her body in a way that felt like leaning over the edge of a cliff. But it was enticing and lovely.

Belle turned them over again, pushing down his soft pants. She caressed her wet core against his length, making him groan.

Jungkook pressed his nails into her skin as Belle smiled.

Belle lifted herself and sunk onto his length. Wet and snug but it sent her to madness. Being full of him left her breathless. Belle gyrated her hips, pressing her palms on his lower belly. The luxurious bed began to squeak under the pressure. Belle trembled as she slowed down her pace, making Jungkook moan.

Jungkook intertwined his fingers to hers as Belle began to bounce on him. He cupped her cheeks before wrapped his arms around her hips, latching his hands, fucking into her. Belle let out a pleased whimper, shaking along the rhythm as the bed screeched violently.

Jungkook ran along the edge of his orgasm, pushing into her as he came to his climax, filling her to the brim.

Belle let out a pleased sigh.

Jungkook snuck his hand between her legs as he made them sit up. He rubbed her clit, driving her to an orgasm until her legs began to shake. Jungkook held her close while she was breathless, flushed and pleased.

Belle hid her face in his chest, following her breath with the sounds of his heartbeat. She lifted herself and kissed him.

Jungkook brushed his fingers through her hair, his gaze so deep and loving that Belle felt the weight of it, pushing her down.

Belle cupped his cheek before he kissed her forehead, making her melt into his embrace. It was so soft and intimate.

And so so dangerous.

-

Akira kept Kaito incredibly close to her for the next few hours. He slept on her lap, unharmed but drained by all the events. She would be angered by Jungkook’s brashness but she knew better than to blatantly blame people with stupidity. She was raised smarter than that. All this happened because of Seokjin’s brashness. He flew too close to the sun and targeted the wrong people. People who could easily tear them apart if they wanted.

They arrived back home, quiet and distant.

Akira cupped Kaito’s cheeks and kissed him on the forehead. “Take him to the next room for a moment, please. I’ll be with you as soon as possible, I promise.” She spoke that with her heart. She was never keeping him in a separate place again.

Kaito nodded with a smile as a guard gently guided him away.

“Give him anything he needs,” she said.

Seokjin smiled as Kaito walked out of the room as he left but as always it was never genuine. It was never anything.

As the door closed, Akira began to speak. “I’ve believed that I have done most things a good wife would do. Perhaps I’m too formal and not cheery enough to keep one’s interest piqued but I’ve done my best with the situation we’re in.”

Seokjin’s expression softened. “Akira, what I did had nothing to do with my lack of feelings for you.”

“That doesn’t resolve our dilemma.” Akira’s voice cut through Seokjin’s relaxed demeanour. “What I said to Jungkook was a proper promise.”

��You want to break this alliance.” His tone turned serious. “After all these years.”

“It may seem surprising to you but I don’t prefer having an unfaithful husband. Regardless of what his intentions were. And it honestly surprises me that you’d think I’d stay with you after what’s happened. I accepted your proposal for marriage out of my own interests, it was no trophy or benefit on my part.” Akira explained as best as she could. “But people like you always forget that. This is why you burn out first.”

Seokjin’s throat bobbed up and down before coughing. “What about Kaito?”

“He will understand what needs to be done,” Akira said.

Seokjin coughed again, pouring himself a glass of water. “He needs a father.”

“And he will have one. I will find one. It just won’t be you.”

Seokjin scoffed, shoulders shaking.

“Goodbye, Seokjin. I wish you would’ve just appreciated the family you had. The family that loved you.” Akira turned away and walked out of the room.

Seokjin tried to speak out her name but he coughed again, body lurching until he couldn’t hold himself up anymore. Blood spurted out of him and stained the dark wood floor.

He saw footsteps coming closer to him. “Akira.”

But they were dark boots, large boots yet unusually quiet.

Seokjin stared up at the figure and saw Taehyung.

“You should watch who pours drinks for you,” Taehyung said.

Seokjin choked out a sound but more blood spurted out. He wanted to yell out for the guards but Taehyung’s hand moved quickly with the knife. Within seconds, Seokjin was gone and any trace of Taehyung dissipated. Tigers were good at what they did.

-

“It’s a popular venom Cho No Su uses to get rid of bad customers,” Angel said as she sat with Belle in their new room. The rain pattered outside and Taehyung returned, immediately rushing to clean the blood off him and change into new clothes. “I only used it once but some older workers had to use it every month.”

Belle hugged her knees to her chest, looking at the pack suitcases next to them. “You’ll never have to do that again. Go somewhere far away and forget what happened here.”

Angel nodded. “Thank you for this. You didn’t have to.”

“Don’t thank me, there were still conditions to the deal.”

“Still, anyone else would’ve taken information and left it alone.” Angel smiled. “Thank you.”

Belle didn’t know how much she deserved to be thanked for anything. Everything she did up until now was low and underhanded. Investigating was one thing but poisoning and turning over an entire gang with a succession crisis was another thing entirely. Not only that but her time in Yeou Pa was coming to an end. She had to pull away now or she’d never leave.

-

The deed was done. Jungkook won. All with the help of Belle. He clinked glasses with Yoongi and Rosyne, drank with them and celebrated but Belle was nowhere to be seen. It was only when Yoongi and Rosyne opted to leave for their houses that she appeared, a little drenched by the rain.

Belle straightened her position and intertwined her fingers together. “Our job here is done,” she said.

Jungkook’s heart squeezed within itself, panging in pain. “What’re you talking about?”

“My job was to help you take down Seokjin. That is what I did and now we can part ways,” Belle said, still keeping that neutral tone.

“You and I both know this was more than job.” Jungkook spoke through gritted teeth. “If this is still about what I said to you.”

“Your words shouldn’t have any impact on me,” Belle said. “That was never part of the plan and I will not intend to encourage it for a future that cannot happen under any circumstances.”

“Why the hell not?”

“I cannot be yours if you are here. Your family broke my family, Jungkook and for nothing else but profit. That can never be forgiven or reversed.” Belle shook her head.

“What if I help your mother and grandmother?” Jungkook was soft and almost desperate. “Bring them back to their feet.”

“They’re not your charity cases and I will not have my mother be indebted to you after what she’s been through.” Belle stepped back. “This needs to end.”

“You can’t leave.” Jungkook pursed his lips together. I don’t want you to leave. I need you here. “You know too much about the gang.”

Belle raised her chin. “So you’re going to kill me?”

Jungkook gulped. How easy it was to assume so. It wasn’t as if he’d proven himself not to throw threats in people’s way.

“Do it.”

Jungkook’s stomach dropped.

Belle held onto the knife in her boot and wrapped it in Jungkook’s hand, pressing the tip against her chest. “All the information dies with me. You can preserve your precious power and legacy when I’m done. But if I live, I won’t stop. No matter what.”

Jungkook was scared. Scared because he considered it. He thought about it just for his own survival. Then it slipped out of him. “I love you.”

It was worse than a stab. It was probably worse than death. The words lingered in the air, curdling it like spoiled milk yet still felt so sweet.

Jungkook took the knife away and placed it on the table.

“Take it back.”

“I’ve never lied to you, Belle. I won’t start now.”

“You have no idea what love is,” Belle seethed. “If you knew even for a moment, things would be different but they aren’t. So take it back.”

“No.”

Belle grabbed the knife and pointed the tip of his neck. “You don’t feel that way, you’re lying. People like you manipulate people like me all the time.”

“Then pretend it’s a lie. But I’m not taking it back.”

Belle pressed the knife further into his skin but pulled away. “You’re a coward just like your father.” Her voice cracked as she walked out of the room.

All Jungkook could do was smile. It was a lowly insult, below Belle. It was both a soft brush against his cheek and crack in his heart realizing what she wanted to say.

I love you too.

-

Gaia watched Seokjin’s body get taken away in his coffin while Akira stood quietly, touching Kaito’s shoulder. She couldn’t hug him quite yet since he was more than just her son now. He was the leader for Holangi Pa.

Jimin stood next to her, frozen in place. “We know who did this.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Gaia said. “Akira won’t look for vengeance and niether should you. Don’t be stupid.”

“We can’t just let them get away with it.”

“And what’re you going to do? Kill Jungkook, then get killed and rinse and repeat? Seokjin started this and his death finishes it. Calm yourself.” Gaia narrowed her gaze.

Jimin’s chest rose and fell.

As they returned to Gaia’s house again, Jimin stayed with his pout throughout the trip.

Gaia let out an annoyed sigh. “I think I preferred when you were faking your feelings for me. You were so much more alive and leading.”

Jimin sighed. “You had your father killed. I never had one, Seokjin was the closest to family I was given.”

Gaia pressed her lips together. “Well, you can grieve in your new freedom now.”

Jimin stared at her curiously. “What?

“Seokjin’s death means you’re of no threat to me. I’ll give you some funds and land. So you can be a free man and grieve your family that you love so much.” Gaia waved her hand as she sat herself on the couch.

Jimin hesitated, thinking for a moment to step away and be free. “You’re setting me free? Why?”

Gaia stared at him, scoffing while shaking her head. “You are a bumbling fool sometimes.”

Seokjin would provide many things for him. Anything he ever needed but freedom was never in question. Jimin wasn’t stupid. He knew he wasn’t free but not being free meant he got a meal and a house at the end of the day. Yet Gaia was giving him freedom. Not just freedom but money to start a life of his own. Jimin wanted to feel thrilled and grateful but he just felt more guilty than usual.

Despite all the things he had done to express his loyalty to Seokjin, Gaia still showed her love for him.

Jimin turned away from the door and walked to the bar, filled a small glass of whiskey and squeezed a lemon. He walked over and handed it to her. “I can still visit if you’d like me to.”

Gaia had a small smile on her face. “If you keep bringing me drinks, sure.”

-

Belle kept replaying the words over and over again in her head. The tips of her fingers hovered over the keyboard. She already had articles ready for publishing, piling up in the attempt to distract herself but there was no denying the voice in her head.

Shaking her head, Belle picked up the articles and walked into Hoseok’s office. She placed the papers on the table.

“All of these for Yeou Pa?” Hoseok asked.

Belle nodded. “It’s now or never.”

Hoseok sighed as he read through the words. “You know I can’t publish all of this. Yeou Pa is connected to other organizations that aren’t criminal. We’d be accusing them of association.”

Anger flooded through her.

“Maybe it’s good to take a break and come back. I know it’s been difficult.”

“Don’t patronize me.”

“I’m telling you as a friend. The situation has changed.”

Belle sat down with a deep breath. “What about the underground newsletters?” She asked. “It’ll warn the organizations to lay low and I’ll use my own name.”

Hoseok’s expression softened. “It could work.”

-

“She didn’t miss a single thing,” Yoongi said, a sense of amazement behind his words as they were given the newsletters under Belle’s name. “She’s making us go silent.”

Not burning the empire but quietly corroding it. Jungkook would be forced to look back on his records as journalists and undercover police start linking business to him. It’s chaos without the fireworks.

Jungkook rested back on his chair. “Rosyne, how long will this take to ensure no tracking?”

“Months. Our profits will lower significantly,” Rosyne said.

“We could take care of Belle to send a message.” Yoongi raised his shoulders.

Jungkook narrowed his gaze but Yoongi only smiled. “Get started. We’ve got a lot of work to do.”

Rosyne bowed and walked out of the room. Yet Yoongi stayed, staring at Jungkook for a moment before sighing.

“You’ll get used to it,” Yoongi said. “Knowing you can never have something normal and comfortable like that.” His tone turned unusually serious before he left the room too.

Jungkook was left with a sinking feeling. He should’ve known nothing would come of it and if something did happen, it wouldn’t be good. But he sank anyway, so deep into the ocean that he just wanted to drown to make it easy.

In the end, Belle won and he lost.

-

Belle came back to her mother and grandmother’s home after her day at work. It was a small, quaint place but her grandmother kept the garden alive with yellow and red blossoms.

When she walked in, there was a warm scent of spiced meat and fresh rice.

Her mother sat at the television, turning her head slightly towards Belle before smiling softly. “You’re home.” She smiled though vacantly.

Belle leaned in and kissed the top of her head.

Her grandmother appeared from the kitchen, her skin glistening from the steam. “Good, you’re here. Food is just finished.”

Belle’s stomach already rumbled for some lovingly cooked food. She sat at the counter as her grandmother handed her a bowl of warm soup, rice and spiced meat.

“So. . .did you do it?” her grandmother asked.

Belle looked up at her, before sipping on her soup and feeling her belly warm. The familiar airs of her home loosened her body. She wanted to cry. She wanted to scream. But there was no denying that she had a victory. And she would hold onto it with her life. “I did it.”

Her grandmother hummed. “Well done.” 

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Ocean Deep Ch3 Spectacles And Scales P2

(Warnings for mistreatment of the mers by the sideshow owner and some of the other people, Buying and selling of mers, mentions of mermen sinking ships and hurting people, the mers are in bad shape, etc.

To which Y/n makes a decision that will change her life forever.)

The sun beamed brightly on the world. Bright, big, beautiful, warm, and good enough to chase away the darkness away. Leaving behind a world filled with wonder to be explored and sights to see. The rainbow kaleidescope of colors kissing the light good morning bloomed widely. The rainbow of soft petals were only highlighted by dew drops sparkling bright like a gift from heaven. A sight drawing over many buyers. To hold their beauty. Smell their heavenly fragrance. Present them as gorgeous gifts for loved ones or use to decorate for symbolic occasions. 

Fingertips gently slid under the delicate pink of a primrose, tilting  it's gorgeous head up to a beautiful smiling face before gentle water rained down onto its delicate body but not hard enough to harm its delicate frame. 

"You grew up so pretty. You'll be even prettier once you get to your new home later today, all planted in the soft dirt and being taken cared of by nice people. Such pretty colors too. I envy your simple life."

"You always compliment those buds like real children." F/c eyes looked up and over at kind black ones crinkled up in a smile. 

Her boss was standing up and above a table with a secondary teapot in her hands, water flowed freely from the spout and ran into a number of giant pots filled with soft dirt and blooming rose bushes. Blooming with life and ready to be hauled away to their forever home. A place to belong and live out the rest of their lives in peace and quiet. The elderly woman smiled at them fondly as if they were her own children and treated them with as much care and kindness as a mother should. She admired her for that. Her wise demeanor was just a shell hiding her much kinder demeanor. An old hand reached out to nudge between the small branches to pull off a dead leaf free from the overall plant before just letting it fall into the pot to naturally become fertilizer. 

"Well they say plants like it when you talk to them. I don't know if that's true but it wouldn't hurt, and I don't think they really mind." 

Your smile turned back to the tiny bud that hasn't bloomed yet. Today was the day. After two weeks of caring for the rose bushes, they were going to be delivered to their final forever home. This evening your boss's son would be stopping by to take these potted plants back towards their home on the very far end of town. The horse and cart was already provided for being left outside all ready to go. All the owner needed was for her son to get here, load the six heavy pots into the cart, and then take them to the Henya residence which was on the very edge of town. But you did have a problem with that you hadn't asked yet-

Your boss chuckled. "I suppose so. You'd be surprised by the facts in those rumors."

"Isn't the Henya family gonna be gone for the next month? I thought they were attending a funeral."

The older woman nodded still smiling. "Yes. But Mrs. Henya is staying behind to care for their business in her husband's absence."

That was the second biggest news you've ever heard around here in the past three weeks other than that one day Akira came prancing about through town throwing around fliers advertising the 'grand opening' which now had to be put on hold due to some personal family drama. Being a small town the gossip spread quickly and, according to the rumors, Akira's great grandfather and patriarch of the Henya family passed away a few days ago. So Akira, his parents, and Uncle would all be leaving to travel a few towns over for the funeral and to take care of the family's assets. That'd take a while considering so you were unsure if anyone would be even there to accept the order, but apparently not. 

"Will she even be there when he delivers it?"

"Last I heard she's seeing them off as far as the beach but she'll be there when the delivery's made." She smiled assuringly. "So don't worry."

Well you were unsure about that, but this wasn't your business and you didn't run it. You were only paid to help care for the flowers, not give your opinion on how to run your boss's business. And right now you were just paid to water these beauties before they had to leave the shop. 

So it was your morning was just bliss. Quiet, serene, and happy as you hummed away doing your normal rounds. Uninterrupted other than the occasional humming and comment between the both of you. Another normal day in anyone's opinion. 

"Y/n." You had stopped hours later in the middle of moving one of the pots towards the door in order to make it's journey to the wagon outside easier and shorter for Mrs. Satoshi's son. However your boss had other ideas when she held up a tray of fruit and small tea set. "Come take a break and have lunch with me. You must be tired from lugging around those heavy pots so much."

You were glad for the break after setting the third to last heavy pot near the door and gladly taking the break to eat and take a breather before having to move the last two pots. Thank goodness that the bushes were still relatively small, had they been fully grown then they'd weigh a LOT more. But for now the tired mouth would enjoy her feast of apples and green tea with honey. A nice snack for her efforts. The sweet fruit tasted delicious to your tongue and the tea was just as sweet but a little bitter. Mrs. Satoshi only smiled at you as you ate. 

"It's always good to build up a healthy appetite after a hard day's work. Keeps the body strong," she spoke while pouring a second cup of tea for herself. You hummed in agreement. "Oh. Did you hear what happened to a ship in the Seabound River?"

You blinked confused before swallowing the food in your mouth. "Seabound River? Isn't that the giant river that connects to the ocean a few miles away from here?" You didn't know about that rive but you knew that the small river near your woods connected to the bigger river that lead to the bigger one that connected to the ocean.

She nodded again. "There's been a few ships that's been getting attacked and sunk by a siren."

You paused mid bite staring. "Sirens?"

"Or mermaids. I honestly can't tell the difference." She shrugged holding the warm cup to her face. "I just know there's been reports of two of them running..or I should say swimming ramped along the beach and near the entrance of the Seabound River. Attacks any ship leaving or trying to enter port."

You stared stunned at her blinking. "Really? Why would they do that?"

"I'm not entirely sure. Usually they wouldn't be near humans at all let alone sinking ships. Who knows what strange things those creatures get up to?"

Huh. That WAS strange. Granted you didn't know that much about sirens and mermaids, but it was strange two of them would suddenly start sinking ships. Maybe they were trying to claim new territory for themselves? Maybe the fishermen made them angry? Well it didn't really affect you, so you didn't worry about it too much and you weren't going to be going near any big bodies of water anytime soon so you shouldn't be worried about it. You just needed to concentrate yourself with taking care of your own needs and wants. 

A few more hours passed by leisurely. You finished moving the pots by the door, helped trim away some other plants, and had just finished selling a handful of carnations to a customer who had just walked in last minute as evening approached.

"Thanks for coming! Have a nice day!," you called out to the retreating customer waving, "Come back soon!"

Your boss quietly came out from the back with a small bag of fertilizer. The smell hit you before you saw her crinkling your nose up from the foul smell. "Was that Niko just now?" Her son? You shook your head snorting the smell away. A slightly worried look passed over her face before looking towards the open door. "It's gotten very late in the day. I wonder where he could be?"

"I'm sure he'll be here before the day's over. He's probably just running late tending to someone."

She hummed. "I suppose so. He does run his own farm..Oh I do hope nothing bad happened."

"He's probably just busy tending to his crops and lost track of time. There's nothing to worry about, Mrs. Satoshi."

"I .. suppose you're right. But it's getting late, and I need to start getting home to my husband before dark. You know how he hates the thought of me staying out after dark especially with the recent disappearance of those poor Kocho girls. I also can't just stay all day waiting for Niko."

Ah. That's right. People were still on edge about that happening. You honestly felt bad for the old woman and her husband. They were some of the kindest people in your town. "I'm sure he'll be here before it gets dark. He knows how important this is to you."

"Important is an understatement. I have a lot of money invested into this delivery. I'd hate to lose business with so much involved." She gently plopped the bag over by some empty pots so be used in them later you supposed.

You hummed. "...Why don't I close for you?" She turned to you surprised. "You shouldn't worry your husband like that. I can stay until Niko arrives and close up for you."

"Oh no, Dear. I couldn't ask you to do that."

"It's not a problem. I'd be happy to help." 

"Well if you're sure you don't mind."

"I'm positive! You go on home before you worry someone. I'll be fine."

And that's how you found yourself sweeping the dirt out of the front door a few hours later and looking up at the sky. It looked like sunset had just started making the sky change different colors and people were already starting to head home to lock their doors until morning in fear of the monsters roaming around the dark. However f/c eyes wondered from the sky to just in front of the small shop only to widen seeing a small brown and white horse tied to a post, where it had been staying almost all day hooked up to a cart and ready to be taken out. Except that the man that was supposed to be here loading up all of the pots into the cart and taking them away wasn't here. STILL.

Niko still hasn't arrived yet? But it'd be dark just in an hour or so. Where was he? You took a look back inside at all six pots still sitting there waiting to be taken away. By the time Niko got here, if he even bothered to show up,  it'd be too dark to do anything. The order would be late, and there would be money lost. You felt a pit form in your guts. This was a big order with lots of money. A lost order would mean lost money for your sweet boss but more importantly it'd also mean a lost bonus for you too! You could use the extra money for repairs to your family house. Or to save for your retirement. Or for the future family you eventually wanted. Or literally anything else. It'd be putting a lot in jeapordy if they weren't delivered as promised but yhrtr wasn't anyone else to...

You again looked between the pots and pony. 

..No. This was a bad idea. It was almost dark. Creatures lurked in the dark. You could be the next one to be snatched away never to be seen again! ...but then again this WAS a lot of money. And you'd be in town surrounded by people who could help if you were in danger. If you hurried maybe you'd even get home before the moon was fully out..Your mind heavily weighed the options as you already made for the pots and struggled to lift the first heavy one into your arms and half waddled from the weight out the door and over to the cart, struggling to lift it high enough to place it in the back. The pony briefly looked up at the jostling of the cart but quickly lost interest. One by one all six were placed in the back, and the shop closed. The only movements the pony made was walking where hands pulled it after the reigns were untied from the post. 

"Come on. We're gonna go on a little adventure. Ok? It's only going to be twenty minutes tops."

Your choice had been made. Convincing yourself that this would only be a quick visit. Ordinary and nothing would happen.

Oh how naive you were.

The wheels on the cart squeaked and rattled from the weight of the pots. The hooves of the horse clip clipped noisily echoing down the dark streets- Alright. They weren't that noisy or loud but with the quietness of the practically deserted streets devoid of human life. Every small noise felt like it was as loud as a thunder clap. Maybe it was just the paranoia and fear of the dark that got you thinking this way but you couldn't help it. The sun had completely set within a few minutes of you walking down the dirt roads, pulling the horse along slowly to avoid jostling the pots in the back in case you hit a pothole. Leaving you encased in darkness. Everyone had slowly made their way into the safety of the dark homes hidden away until the next morning. Like you should be doing, and you were starting to regret your choice but it was too late now. 

The shadows danced as moonlight shown down along the dark homes you passed. Dancing with the stars and laughing in glee with the darkness on the ground as the moon and stars above shined down watching their sinister dances as an audience would a beautiful ballet. It was very pretty in a way but your mind only focused on high alert with the possible dangers within the shadows. Every alleyway felt like a hiding place for a monster. Every shadow a trap. And the light not much of a beacon of hope. A shudder ran down your spine with your only companion being a horse that could care less about anything around it. Yeah. What a great way to spend your night. However luck seemed to be on your side. You knew exactly where you had to go. The very last house on the far right side of town. All you had to do was drop them off and then head home. Perfect. Now only if you could hurry up a bit faster. Home after home passed. All completely dark or have one last light on in the window that would soon be out. Looked more friendly in the daylight. The cart and it's cargo walked past silently like the lone figure in the town slowly but surely a small opening  at the end gave way and a house farther away from the rest of the others could be seen. 

You've never been here before but it must've been the right place. A lone house like the others in town was nestled about twenty feet away from the others. A few feet away from the home was a rather large barn and next to that was a large smokehouse. Ah right. Akira's family was made of mostly fishermen. So it made sense to have a smokehouse and a large barn for storage. The home was already very dark as you slowly approached making it look creepy and sent a shudder through your body. You Willed yourself to approach the empty home pulling the horse with you until you stopped just a few yards away from the door. Looking at the home, it was entirely pitch black on the inside and completely silent. Hesitantly you left the cart giving the horse a few pats on its neck.

Slow steps brought your form to the front door where you stared at it for a long moment before with a inhale you reached out to loudly but gently knock on the door. The knocks creepily echoed throughout the dark home but it was surely loud enough for anyone to hear. 

"Hello? Mrs. Henya!," you called out gently wincing at how much louder your voice was in the silence. "Special delivery!"

No one answered. Not surprising since Akira's family was supposed to be out of town for a funeral but wasn't his aunt still supposed to be home? You slowly found yourself drawn to a nearby window where you cupped your eyes to peek in. It might've been wrong but you wanted to see if anyone else was home. In the darkness you saw the typical living room. A giant rug, fireplace, a few paintings on the walls, and a table with a vase in the left corner but no living person. The place was empty, and dark without any lights or fire in the fireplace. Looked deserted. Either no one was home or Mrs. Henya was ignoring you or was a very deep sleeper. Well..Niko was going to just leave the plants here for her anyways right? You'd just leave them somewhere easy to find. But just in case- You went back to Knock just a little louder on the door.

"I'm just going to leave the pots outside! Ok?!"

You of course never got an answer from the most likely empty home, but you figured it was best to let it be known that the delivery was made just in case. F/c eyes scanned around the dark area squinting with the limited light. You supposed you could just leave them right here by the house but they'd be right in the walk way. ...You decided the best place to leave them was a few feet away from the door off to the side to avoid anyone tripping over them. All you had to do was to just place the pots on the ground and leave. Easy. The hard part would only be to take the pots out of said cart. With a sigh, you approached the cart again reaching inside and lifting out the first pot with some difficulty. The pot was heavy on your arms, making you curse Niko for not doing this himself and eventually somehow managing to pull it out, nearly dropping it, and half struggled to get it the few feet over to plop it down with the grass. 

One down. Five more to go.

With a sigh your hands rubbed your sore back before you repeated the process again a second time. In the struggle of removing the third from the back you first heard it. A loud sound that shook you to the core-

"AAAAHHH!!"

It made the horse jostle and move back hitting your chest hard enough with the cart to make you let go of the pot. A loud THUD sound echoed throughout the night from the heavy pot being dropped back into the wagon. The wailing sounds carried along the air dying out as quickly as it came. Leaving behind nothing but a spooked pony and a pair of f/c looking up at the sky.

....What. Was. THAT?!

SNORT!! The horse stepped a little moving the cart backwards until you grabbed it quickly. 

"D-Don't do that! I still have a job to do! B-B-Besides that's just the w-wind. O-Or a bobcat."

It was a failed attempt to assure yourself. Wind. It was just the wind and your paranoia. Third pot was taken out. Just three more. Another wail desperately clawed the wind. Just your imagination. Fourth pot out and placed out. Another wail- JUST THE WIND!! Fifth pot out . Silence. Oooook? Last pot- You struggled to get it out tired from the last five, but somehow managed to get it out and onto the ground with the others. Your body was exhausted. Her body collapsed to the ground back resting again the wheel of the cart panting and catching your breath. There. It was done. You didn't have to worry about anything except how sore you'd be tomorrow.

"S-See? N-Nothing happened," you spoke out to no one in particular.

Of course no one answered back and certainly not the horse. The animal did nothing as the woman pulled herself from the ground like a fly in a glue trap. Rubbing her sore body all over with one hand while reaching out the other to pat it's neck before taking it's reigns. Time to go home and get some rest. You coaxed the pony forward again slowly walking on sore feet back towards the town and passing by the large barn on the way-

"AAAAAAHHHHHH HAHAHAAAAAAA!!!!!"

The horse reared up nearly pulling you forward with it, but luckily your dead weight and sudden tight grip on the reigns kept it from running off. You froze solid. Body freezing up like solid ice as a loud wail echoed throughout the air and this time-

And it didn't stop.

Wailing echoed out in the air and was followed by sounds of louder more sorrowful screams. You stared silently not really processing the noise filtering through for a long while. Until slowly, slowly. Your head slowly turned up to the big barn. It's shadow falling over you. That sounded like...

Crying???

Sobs. Loud and heavy. Echoed out from inside the barn. You stood there dumbfounded and numbly processing the realization until another one hit you. That..

That sounded like a woman.

The thought stunned you. Why would there be a woman crying in the Henya's barn? Was someone hurt? Did they need help? Should you go get help? A bad feeling settled in your guts. Something WAS wrong here. And you didn't like it. You should leave it alone. It wasn't your business. This wasn't your problem. You shouldn't involve yourself..But what if someone WAS hurt? They could be in danger. They could die. What if by the time you got help it was too late? 

You should leave

Hands found themselves of the door handles leading into the barn. "H-Hello? Mrs. Henya!?" No one answered. You gently pulled the door only to be surprised when you met resistance. "... It's Locked?" You rattled the door harder and then noticed the giant lock and thick chains wrapped around the handles from their rattling noise.

Why was the barn locked with chains thick enough to hold a grown bull?

You let go of the door and briefly pressed your head to the door. The crying was still present. Was someone locked up in there? That thought startled you. Why would someone be locked up inside the barn? This was only more confusing than scary now. But if someone still needed help then you should at least make sure they were ok. Right? F/c eyes spotted a window just on the other side of the door. Wouldn't hurt to just look would it? Slowly you approached the glass bracing yourself for the worst in case you'd see something awful. You poked your head into the window seeing your reflection in the moonlight, before cupping your face against the glass and straining to look in. There was something that got your brows raising but it wasn't someone hurt or dying on the ground. The dark barn was full of typical things. Hay piked against the far right wall. A couple farming tools lining another wall. A few buckets and other random objects randomly tossed across the floor. Nothing really out of the ordinary for a barn.

Except for the giant curtain dangling from the rafters effectively blocking the back of the barn from sight.

...Why was that there? That didn't make any sense. The 'curtains' looked like a bad mesh of dirty old tarps and fish nets clumped together nailed from the rafters halfhazardly. Now that wasn't typical for a barn. What was it blocking?....F/c eyes traveled down to the edge of the window. It was one of those giant sideways sliding ones. It was big enough for you to climb through if it opened. ...This was a bad idea. You shouldn't do this. But-

Hands slowly grabbed the window and tugged, and to your surprise it slid open without resistance. It opened a little.. Before you slowly slid it all the way open wide enough for you to lift your leg up and push it quietly through the frame before grabbing the side and quietly pulling the rest of the way in. You quietly swung your other leg in to sit on the windowsill before sliding off. Your feet landed on the dirt floor with a soft thud. Not that anyone seemed to notice.

The crying continued.

It was still present. And now that you were in the barn, you could hear it much, much more clearly. Sobbing. Hard sobbing and crying coming from the back of the barn. That... wasn't the wind. Or a bobcat. It sounded like a young woman. Slowly your feet softly approached the curtain.

"I-I..*GGGAAAASSSPPP* I w-want to go h-hooooooome!!! AAAAHHH!!"

You jumped startled at the sudden voice. Now THAT really sounded like a young woman. You almost jumped again as a second voice groaned out admist the crying and ugly sobs.

"Will. You. Give it a dam rest already?!," a second voice shouted out. This one sounded like another woman but it sounded different from the other still sobbing woman. "That's all you've been doing for days on end!! You don't think the rest of us want to get out of this hellhole?!"

"H-Hey. Calm down. Ok?" Another new voice??? This one sounded different than the first two. So..three women?! You blinked confused before slowly approaching. "Fighting... isn't going to make a-any of this better."

"It's easy for you to say!! Maybe you can stand being stuck for days on end on a tiny space with her crying your ears off but I've had it!!! I can't stand it anymore than I can stand this stupid, stupid dam tub!!"

"AAAHH- S-STOP IT!! Y-Y-YOU'RE BEING MEEEAAANNN!!"

"IM BEING MEAN!? OH I'LL SHOW YOU MEAN!!"

Your hands gently grabbed the makeshift curtains and pulled back-

"Makio, stop-!!"

S P L A S H!!!

You weren't sure what happened. One moment you were pushing yourself in- And then a squeal left your throat as at least three barrels worth of water came raining down on you. The weight of the water as well as your surprise made you fall to the ground face first. A cross between a SPLAT sound, a THUD sound, and a massive pile of water being spilt sounded out through the barn as you felt to the ground...And silence resumed.

COUGH COUGH?!?!

You pushed yourself off of the floor coughing and spitting out the vile taste of dirty water from your mouth as you spit and sputtered. Soaked. In just one second your body was ninety none percent soaked through your dress as if you had jumped into a lake. Coughing and spitting out water your hands reached out to push away the long hair over your face. Narrowed eyes glaring at whoever was responsible for this..Only to once again pause. You did see someone. You.

No. A reflection of you.

A reflection of your soggy poor self was barely illuminated in the dark by the limited moonlight in the dark. It was..A block of dirty glass?? Upon further inspection you saw it wasn't dirt ON the glass but dirty water BEHIND the glass. It was a large...Box of dirty water? You blinked staring at it longer before hearing a sniffle sound and snapping your head up.

Three pairs of eyes stared back down at you.

There. Was. Three. Women. Staring at you from the inside of the...glass box full of dirty water?? You could only stare in shock. The faces also stared back at you in shock. Wha-..That.. Wasn't Mrs. Henya. The three faces staring at you were all strikingly beautiful young women around your age. The first one had dark blue eyes and long black hair that went past her shoulders, and judging by redness on her face you guessed she was the one crying. The second one was a bit stranger. She also had black hair but shorter pulled back into a ponytail. But what made her look so strange was the long orange-yellow bangs framing her face and orangish eyes. The third one like the first two also had black hair she wore tied back in a longer ponytail. Only her eyes her a pretty pink color. They stared down at you. You stared up at them. Silence other than the blue eyed ones sniffles filled the space.

....You. Blinked. "...Who are you?!"

"Us?," the orange eyed one scowled now pointing a wet hand out of the strange box accusingly at you. "Who the hell are you?!"

"I asked you first!"

"Well we're not answering until you answer first!"

"I'm a florist!"

The three women blinked at you before staring at one another. "What's a florist?"

"I sell flowers!" You slowly stood up now shaking your hands out annoyed before pushing your hair back. They looked back to you. "How do you not know what a florist is? And what's the big idea soaking me?!"

This was the thanks you get for trying to be a good person?! Last time you ever got nosey. You should've stuck to your first thought and minded your own business!

"Flowers??..Why would a flower seller be here?! Are you lying?! I know she's lying-"

"I was delivering rose bushes!", you shouted at the other scowling woman now annoyed. 

"In the middle of the night? A likely story!"

"I had to make a late delivery because the man who was supposed to deliver them never showed up! And who are you to judge!?"

"Who delivers flowers in the middle of the night?!"

"It literally JUST turned dark! And I'm not the weird one here!" You gestured to the giant..Tank?? Thing?? "I'm not the people deciding to bathe in disgusting water inside a barn! Who the hell does THAT!? That's not normal!"

It was then Ms. Orange Eyes lost her scowl and again all three looked surprised at you. "Wait..so you-" ..Her hand raised looking you up and down. "You're not- ..I mean you're-..You aren't involved in this?"

"Why would I be involved with people who decide to skinnydip in disgusting water?!" You angrily grabbed your dress and wrung it out making water droplets spray to the dirty ground as they again looked at one another.

"Then..what are you doing here?"

"I told you! I'm making a delivery! I heard someone crying and apparently me being a good person means I'm going to be soaked to the bone!" You again scowled at them. "So thanks for that! I was feeling a little dehydrated actually!" You sarcastic spat. Maybe it was a bit mean but you were the one attacked by water here!

Ms. Blue Eyes And Sniffles looked at Ms. Orange Eyes and both looked unsure of what to do. However the third one- "I apologize for that on all of our behalves." She spoke gaining your attention. "We didn't know we'd be having a visitor."

"...Hmph. Clearly. Well since I know no one's dying, I'm gonna leave now and leave you three to.. Whatever it is you're doing."

"WAIT!!" You jumped at the loud wail. Water sloshing off the side of the tank thing. You hadn't even taken half a step away before Ms. Blue Eyes yelled. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE!!"

"Uh..YES. I can actually. I shouldn't even be in here." You paused. ..You didn't know these three. But they weren't from your town. You knew that. "You three shouldn't be here either. If I were you, I'd leave before the Henyas come back."

"That.. would be preferable," Ms. Pink Eyes spoke but shook her head sadly, "Unfortunately that's not an option for us."

You stared at her, then at the other two, then at the tank thing. "...Do you need clothing? I'm sure I can find some towels or something around here."

"No. Not that. We're not able to get out of this tank."

So it was a tank? Again why would they stay in something so filthy? "What do you mean you can't get out? The tanks just a few feet taller than me. It's not that big a fall, even if you sleep and fall it would hardly be fatal...What are you doing in there anyways? It looks like the water hasn't been changed in weeks! It's GROSS!" You stressed with a grimace of disgust.

Ms. Pink Eyes looked a bit hesitant- "Whelp. That settles it then." The one with orange bangs slumped against the side holding her head in a hand. "She literally has no idea about us. I don't know if that's a good or bad thing."

"A GOOD THING OBVIOUSLY!!," Ms. Blue Eyes shrieked. "THAT MEANS SHE'S NOT WITH THOSE OTHER BAD GUYS!!"

You looked at her. "Bad guys?? What are you talking about now?"

"WE-" 

A smack sound went off as the other covered the loud one's mouth. "Don't tell her you loudmouth!! We don't even know if we can even trust her! How do we know that she's not trucking us? Or even worse than they are?!"

"Do we really have a choice?" Both were stopped by Ms. Pink Eyes again and just stopped.. eventually she looked back to you. "We were brought here three.. maybe four weeks ago. Not by choice either. You can say we're being held prisoner."

"Say? We ARE being held prisoner!"

Prisoner?! They were being held hostage!? Good gods what did you even walk into?! "Hostage?!..Wait." You pointed a suspicious look at them. "If you were really being held hostage, how come you haven't tried escaping yet? The door's locked but the window isn't. You three could've just walked on out that way."

Again the three exchanged looks again. Before silent Ms. Pink Eyes grabbed hold of the edge of the tank and pushed herself up and lifting her body from the water. You saw she was wearing a pink top soaked from the water but you fell silent as something else was lifted up from the water as well. Something large, reddish pink in color, and covered in scales. If anyone saw it, they'd just assume it was part of a giant fish. 

However the top wasn't connected to any fish. IT WAS FREAKING CONNECTED TO THE WAIST OF THE WOMAN!!

You looked on in shock and awe at where pale soft skin transitioned into red scales before it disappeared sinking back into the murky water. Again silence resumed and you stared at the three of them in shock and sudden horror.

"Y-Y-You're not human.." You stepped back on instinct and in horror. "You're not human!!" You shouldn't be here! Danger! Creatures! Unsafe! Get away! "I- ..I c-cant stay here! I'm sorry but I need to leave!"

"WAIT!! COME BACK!!"

You panicked nearly slipping on the wet ground to get away. Tangled curtains and nets rushed and pushed away like arms trying to ensnare your body as you ran away from the inhuman creatures behind you. Footfalls echoing throughout the silent barn. Back towards the open window. Your escape route. Your sanctuary outside! You had just made it to the window throwing up a leg onto the windowsill and grabbing the frame-

T H U D-!!

What sounded like a giant sack of potatoes being dropped into the ground hard had echoed throughout the barn followed by the sounds of sloshing and splashing water! Making you jump and snap your head around back to the curta-

"SUMA!!" "YOU CLUMSY CRAB!! ARE YOU OK?!"

"AAAAAHH HAHAHAAAAAA!!!"

Loud sobs and crying filled the air once again as you just stood there... before proceeding to start climbing again-

"I-I-It's no- not FFFFAAAAIIIRRR!! I D-DONT WANT TO BE SO- SOLD TO A CARNIVAL!! W-WHY CAN'T WE JU-JUST G-GO HOOOOMMMEEE!?"  The ugly crying and wails started up once more. "I D-DONT WANT TO LOSE YOU G-GUUUUYYYS!!! WWAAAAHHH!!!"

You stopped... slowly looking back from your place sitting on the window.

"Suma, calm down. W-We're going to be alright-"

"WILL YOU STOP PRETENDING EVERYTHING'S OK!? For once she's right! Nothing about this is ok! We're going to be stuck here for the rest of our lives unless they decide to kill us for some mounted trophy on the wall! Face it! We're never going to get out of here! It's-.... It's hopeless. We're hopeless."

You looked outside. The pony and cart was still there waiting for you to take it home. Safe. Warm home. Where you never had to worry about trapped mermaids which was truly none of your business....F/c eyes slowly looked back to the cries...

"Dam foul fish smelling beasts!"

Old hands held up a lantern shaking with old age. One hand reached out with a rusted key to insert into the lock turning until it clicked. Noisily a lock thudded to the ground as chains rattled from their place to join it on the soft dirt. The lantern lit up the way as the old grizzled woman grabbed the doorknob before looking behind her with narrowed eyes into the darkness. No one was out this time of night. Good. Quietly. The door creaked open allowing the old woman to hobble quietly inside. 

"Alright you stupid fish smelling water bugs! I got your feeding!"

Silence answered her as she hobbled towards the back of the barn. The fish in her hands was dirty and old but she didn't care. They ate worse in the ocean.

"Silent huh? Hmph. It's about time you shut the hell up! The constant shrieking is driving me mad!"

The curtains were pulled back and the lantern shined upon the still tank. Filthy from weeks of neglect. With a toss, she threw the single fish into the top of the tank. It floated up onto the surface before sinking down into the murky water. A weak kick given to the glass.

"Wake up and eat it! Try not to cry about how hungry you are this time or else you'll go the rest of the week hungry!"

Nothing answered not that the grizzled old woman cared leaving. The old fish uselessly sinking to the bottom of the tank completely empty except for dirty water and a single old fish-

SPLASH!!

You stood still completely soaked and hand on a lever as you watched the giant pool like tub in the center of your family's bathhouse start to fill up from the opening allowing water to quickly rush into the tub until it was partially full. You stopped then and went back to slip out the back door. The night was still silent without anyone lurking around in the dark minus a horse and a cart connecting to it's back hidden in the shadows of your house. You carefully looked around, spotted no one, and then sighed. 

"Alright. Coast is clear."

... Slowly three heads popped up from the back of the cart. Thank goodness for the dark cloaking their bodies. The cart was too small to fully hide their tails. You couldn't believe this was happening! You literally kidnapped already kidnapped mermaids! They were dangerous! You were helping nonhuman creatures and....Sigh. It was only temporary. You'd be rid of them soon enough. But for now, you'd help them. Firstly by taking a bath. They were dirty and spelt of old moldy clothes. They seemed on edge looking around as you approached them.

"This isn't the beach," Orange commented annoyed.

You decided to nickname them by the colors of their eyes in your mind for now. "Because the beach is literally a months travel by foot, and two weeks travel by horse. I need time to think of what to do, and I'm certainly not going to be traveling soaking wet in the middle of the night." 

You held out your arms to Blue. She had thankfully stopped crying after Orange hissed at her that they'd be caught again if she didn't shut up. Orange's words not yours. She seemed to get the drill and reached out to wrap her arms around your shoulders as you quietly pulled her long body out of the cart and shifted her in your arms until you were able to carry her still sniffling form into the back door and gently heaved her into the giant tub. This repeated a second time with pink. And again with Orange, although Orange was a little more reluctant than her friends. It was harder dragging them through the window honestly. Your body was REALLY going to be sore in the morning and there was still evidence you had to get rid of. You would NOT allow anyone to know that you harboured these creatures. 

You eventually semi dropped Orange into the large tub with the other two. "There. It's not as deep as the tank but it is wider. That should give you three more room at least."

Blue was already happily pushing her head underwater and blowing bubbles in the completely clean water as Pink smiled at you. "Thank you. You don't know how much we appreciate it."

"Well...If I was in your situation, I'd want some help too. But I'm going to need you three to do something." Pink and Orange blinked as you walked away to a nearby shelf, and proceeded to grab a few bottles and a scrub brush. Returning to the three mermaids and just plopping them on the side of the pool. "Here. It's soap. No offense but you three reek of mold and old dirt. Wash yourselves and I'll replace the water again when you're done." They were in pretty bad shape from the dirty water, especially their hair. You paused looking at them again. "...Also give me your clothes. They're completely filthy. I can let you borrow some of my dresses until I get them clean. You..do know what soap is right?"

"We can handle it from here," Pink confirmed already grabbing a bottle of shampoo and handing it to Orange who curiously opened it up to smell the sweet flower scent. "I'll call you when we're finished but don't you want to dry off?"

"I have a small bathroom in the guestroom. I'll use that and give you three some privacy. Just..let me know when you're finished. And try not to be loud and wake up anyone. I have to go take care of a few things."

Orange looked up at you. "What things?"

"I have to dry the wagon and then go tie the horse back on its post. Otherwise people will know I used it and get suspicious, and I don't feel like having an angry mob after me on top of getting soaked and sore."

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[lexxiisstuff]

𝐓𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚 𝐤𝐞𝐢

Warning: none.

Academic Rivals AU but he's been pining for years.

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"Come on y/n I just need the answer to question two" You rolled your eyes playfully at your best friend, Akira and slid your Economic notes over to her.

"You really should attempt this exercise on your own yunno. How will you ever get better if you don't try to do them yourself" You grabbed a pencil and began jotting down notes on the new section and Akira scoffed.

"Listen here smarty pants not all of us are intellectually gifted like some in our class" Her eyes went to you and drifted lightly over Tsukishima who was seated far left of the lecture hall. His blank bored expression clear as day. You glared at her

"I hope you're not actually complimenting Satan's spawn over there because I'll be very disappointed in you" You said harshly.

You and Tsukishima had been in the same class the whole of high school and were now sharing three classes in your first year of University. To say you disliked him would be an understatement. You loathed him. He was obnoxious, rude and arrogant not to mention exceptionally smart. You couldn't remember how many times you had battled it out with him for first in the grade. He'd won majority, but on the few times you did beat him nothing was sweeter.

"You two really need to hug out all this animosity" Akira said shrugging "you've been at this since high school"

You were about to respond but the professor began to hand out last weeks essays. You smiled at the large bolded 94% above your name. You hadn't expected to do so well considering economics wasn't your strong point. You watched Tsukishima take his paper and frown at the grade. You smirked lightly. He wasn't the greatest in economics either.

When class finally ended Akira asked you to meet in the dining hall a bit later because she had to talk to her advisor. You nodded smiling and walked out of the lecture hall.

"Y/n!" You froze at the sound of your name behind you. Maybe if you continued walking he wouldn't see you. You took another step cautiously but Tsukishima was unfortunately next to you a second later "What's the rush?"

"What do you want Tsukishima?" You said continuing your walk along campus. The tall blond matched your stride easily and you glared up at him.

"Just curious as how you did on the Eco Essay" He said adjusting his glasses. You thought it was kind of endearing actually. Endearing??? You shook the odd thought away.

"None of your business" You muttered

"Did you flunk? There's nothing to be ashamed of. Economics is hard" You glanced at him skeptically and stopped walking.

"Did you flunk?" You whispered it like it was some sort of crazy conspiracy and Tsukishima snorted.

"Don't be an idiot" He lifted his paper to flash the bright red 97% and it was your turn to frown.

"Good for you Tsukishima" You said and began to walk again. This time alot faster.

"Come on are you seriously not going to tell me how much you got?" He said and you sighed. He wouldn't quit if you didn't. You handed him your paper and watched him smirk. Smug bastard.

"What a shame" He tsked and you snatched your paper back.

"Whatever. Can you go away now I have things to do and your presence slows me down" You mumbled

"Aww am I your distraction?"

"More like a nuisance" You heard his laughter as you entered the dorm building and hated the small smile that twitched at your lips.

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"I hate parties" You pouted as Akira held your hand maneuvering you both through the masses of people. The dress you were wearing was one that was slightly out of your comfort zone but still you enough that you weren't insecure but the hills Akira had shoved you in were slowly damaging your feet.

"You've said that four times and it's only been 10 minutes. Come on loosen up. You only live once" She grabbed two cups of beer and handed you one.

"That's what they say in every idiotic teenage movie where the protagonist is about to do something stupid" You sipped the beer slowly and cringed. Cheap beer was not good. Ever.

"Akira! Hey come play with us" You saw a good looking boy call her over to the beer pong table and she glanced at you hesitantly.

"Go" You said smiling.

"Nah I don't want to leave you"

"I'll be fine Akira. I don't need a babysitter. Have fun" she bit her lip.

"Alright but only one game. Call me if you need anything. Anything at all okay" You nodded watching her drift towards the boys. You wish you had that type of energy. The kind people were drawn to.

You made your way through the large house towards the kitchen. Only a few people were in there. You leaned against the wall filling your empty glass and taking a hesitant sip.

"Well hello there Cutie" You glanced up at the short dark haired boy and tensed. Was he talking to you?

"Um hi?" He was a boy from your English lecture and he was known for having terrible grades and an even worse reputation. You glanced towards the exit. Maybe you should run.

"Having fun" He leaned towards you caging you between him and the counter and you trembled. He was definitely wasted

"I have a boyfriend" You nearly shouted. The boy only chuckled.

"Oh yeah? Where is he?" He leaned closer and you shrank away. If push came to shove you could punch him. Maybe kick him. You were thinking of the best way to defend yourself when you saw the tall figure behind the boy.

"Get the fuck away from her. Right now" Tsukishima growled threatingly. You glanced up. His jaw was clenched his eyes were dark and you'd never been more relieved to see him.

The brunette stepped away holding his hands up in surrender "Sorry man. Thought she was single"

"She's not so fuck off." The boy scampered away from you and you leaned back closing your eyes with a small sigh.

"You okay?" You looked up to a concerned Tsukishima and nodded slightly.

"I hate parties" You whispered

"As do I." He approached you slowly as if not to scare you off and you stood still. Weirdly you didn't tense or freeze but willed him forward. "Why come?"

"I though it would be fun" You mumbled sadly. "I wanted to do something different other than reading Austen and watching reruns of criminal minds on a Friday "

"Then read Wilde and watch reruns of X-Files but you don't have to make yourself uncomfortable. You hated parties since high school" You stared at him.

"How do you know?"

"Because I went to every one in hopes you'd be there" He muttered quietly. Before you could answer he stretched out a hand "Message Akira. Tell her I'm walking you home"

"How do you know I came with Akira?"

"Because I know you. If you're doing something out of your comfort zone there's a high chance Akira is lurking somewhere" You couldn't help the smile you gave him. Maybe he did know you. You pulled out your phone and sent a text to your best friend.

Tsukishima led you out of the house and all the while kept a strong hand on your lower back. You flushed lightly at the feeling of him touching you. God this was crazy. Tsukishima and you could barely stand each other and yet here you are seeking refuge in him.

"Thanks Kei" You mumbled softly when you finally made it out of the house and onto the sidewalk. He stumbled lightly.

"You've never called me that before" He looked at you and gulped anxiously. You were so beautiful he thought. Like something written out of a story about princesses and fairies. He never felt as angry as he did tonight watching that asshole hassle you. He watched you rub your arms awkwardly and tried not to smile. God he wanted to hold you. He wanted to take you into his arms and give you all the comfort he could offer. Maybe someday you'd let him.

"I think after tonight I deserve to call you that no?" You grinned playfully and he nudged you rolling his eyes.

"You can call me whatever you'd like y/n" His voice was soft, gentle almost tender and you felt a flutter inhibit your chest. What was happening?

The two of you made your way down the campus walkway. It was a 10 minute walk to your dorm. Tsukishima watched you waddle in your heels and grinned. "Would you like some help?"

"Unless you're offering to swap shoes I don't think you can help." You muttered uncomfortably.

"Wait here" He instructed and dashed off. You stood staring at light post in contemplation. Kei arrived five minutes later with a pair of sandals he bought from the schools merchandise in his hand. You giggled incredulously.

"Take off your heels" You slipped them off and shoved your feet into the sandals. They fit perfectly.

"How'd you know my shoe size?"

"Years of observation" You leaned down to grab the heels but he beat you to it grabbing them before you could

"I got it" He walked with your heels dangling from his left hand the other he pressed firmly against your back.

"Why are you being so nice to me tonight" you asked because you couldn't help it.

"I don't know." He said quietly "I'm tired of being at odds with you"

"You really think we can be friends?" You asked curiously.

"No. Because I don't want to be your friend either" He looked away nervously.

"Okay then what do you want Tsukishima?"

"Everything" He muttered

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Ahh I just love pining don't you?? I think I wanna do a part 2 lemme know what you guys think!!!

#headcanons #haikyu scenarios #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu!! #hq fluff #tsukishima scenarios #otp prompts #haikyuu angst #academic rivals #enemies to lovers #hq imagines #haikyuu headcanons #hq headcanons #tsukishima fanfiction

[melinoelliones]

Valentines Akira Fluff

You and Akira had decided to spend the night together once again, however today was no ordinary day, it was Valentines Day.

2.1K Words  

This is pure fluff/hurt/comfort, all SFW 

Happy Valentines Day Rena my love!! Yes, I got you for the server exchange and believe you me, it was hard to keep it a secret. I know you’re an Akira lover so I tried my best, oblivious bf x obvious gf realness. 

This reader represents Rena and how she acts so just be aware. Also she/her is used.

LOVE U RENA BABY, ENJOY

@kaveehs

I got the idea from The Neighbourhood You Get Me So High.

ALSO SIDE NOTE I’VE NEVER WRITTEN FLUFF SO THIS ISN’T THE BEST💔 

Oblivious. If you had to describe Akira in one word, that would be it. You could gift this boy a million roses and a diamond ring yet he’d still have no clue unless you spelt it out for him, you’d know that better than anyone.

You and Akira had been close since the day he transferred to Shujin Academy; trips to  Akihabara together, staying round one anothers houses, you had even joined The Phantom Thieves of Hearts for him. You were joint at the hip, the usual quiet and well mannered Akira was the complete opposite when around you, you brought out a new side to him. You were what Akira had needed to come out of his shell and truly live up to the title of “Leader of the Phantom Thieves of Hearts”.

Those feats aside, you had a soft spot for him, not the Leader, not the Joker, just Akira, his regular old self. One could say you had fallen for him, but you wondered what was the point if the other showed nothing back, especially considering the amount of times you hinted at wanting to explore something further.

“Can you get in already, it’s getting cold under here” you whined, Akira was allowing a draft to make its way under the duvet as he was lightly perched off the side of the bed, “Alright alright im coming”. He carefully slid himself under sheet, making sure to cover any possible openings as he knew you loathed the feeling of letting ‘warmth out’.

You were spending the night at Akira’s place tonight, this was super common for you guys as you spent what seemed like every waking minute together, his home slowly became your home. No hidden motives or agendas, just a casual ‘night over’ as you will, however the following day was a special one, or so you had hoped anyway. 

The small silence was followed up by some idle chit chat between you too, the usual rundown of your day and what to do the next. “What time is it by the way? My phone is charging” you asked, just curious as to how late it had possibly gotten while you talked, “It’s….. almost 12, what? We should probably get some sleep while we can, everyone's coming over to the shop early tomorrow” Akira exclaimed, his eyes in shock as to how quick time passed when you guys spoke.

“Oh, okay that's fair, but just curious, you do… know what day it is tomorrow right?” you questioned, the slight glimmer of hope that he’d remember or even care for that matter slowly fading as he responded, “Feburary 14th? What about it?”, confusion written all over his face.

“It’s Valentine's Day Akira?”, you scoffed in utter disbelief. “So? Is there something I'm not getting at, it's just like any other day is it not?”, Kurusu stared blankly, the nonchalant tone in his voice tipping you over the edge but you attempted to hold it in. Your heavy heart almost pushing tears to your eyes.

If he didn’t see the importance of the day then why show him any signs that you did? You knew deep down that he wouldn’t feel the same way you did, yet you would always try and dig for the minute signs that would tell you otherwise. Delusional is what Ann would always say but that wasn’t always a bad thing to be, but in this instance yet again, she was right. 

Taking a deep breath to compose yourself, you turnt to face the wall, covering yourself with the blanket you simply let out a sharp “Maybe to you it is, but whatever Akira, night”. The boys eyes fixed on the ball you had curled yourself into, sheets over your head to muffle your sorry attempt at controlled breaths to halt the flood of tears which were starting to trickle down your cheeks. You hoped he would assume they were soft snores however he could hear them clear as day. He went to tap your shoulder before catching himself, he watched on as the sheets shifted around as you repeatedly wiped the tears for him not to notice.

His heart sank, why were you so distraught, he didn't feel as if he had said anything out of the ordinary. In roughly an hour it was Valentines Day, what about it was special? You both weren't in any couple, you had no upcoming plans other than the meeting tomorrow, so it was just a regular Tuesday.

Akira slid out from his side of the bed making sure to grab his phone from the nightstand before silently slipping away.  “What was that all about?” he muttered to himself as he crept down the stairs from his attic room, “I feel like i’m missing something but what is it?”. 

The neverending unanswered questions engulfed his tired mind as he hit the cafe floor. Pulling out his phone he decided to text the group chat for advice, if he ever needed honesty those people were the ones to go to.

Akira - ‘Is tmr an important day? I’ve been made to feel like it is but with no explanation?”  

Morgana - ‘........’

Ann - ‘You did not do what I think you did.’

Ryuji ‘Fucking idiot’

Ann ‘We’ll be there in 10, don’t do anything else stupid’

Akira ‘I didn’t even finish?’

Seen by everyone

Taken slightly aback by their responses Akira slumped himself across one of the booths in the cafe, the sound of the clock ticking away as he waited. Morgana emerged from the corridor not too long after the last message had sent, without a word he curled into a ball on the edge of the table, “hmmpth”.

As the minutes went by Akira could feel himself drifting off, before he could act on said feelings he was rudely awoken by the front door slamming open, any home training those two had been given were long gone. “AKIRA KURUSU” they bellowed in unison causing Morgana to shudder off the table.

The new group members begun to make themselves comfortable as Akira perked up, the aura in the room wasn’t the usually upbeat one, he knew he had done something wrong just by that and the looks on their faces. 

“Who knew Akira was as stupid as Ryuji” Morgana splurted out sarcastically, changing from his cat form to regular form, “HEY? STUPID CAT this isn’t about me” Ryuji spat back, “anyway back to the matter at hand here, you really don’t understand why tomorrow is a big day?”. Akira shook his head in response, he truly had no clue, if he did he’d probably be fast asleep like he wanted to be.

Deciding to add her two cents into the conversation, Ann lent over the booth Akira was sat on, “she likes you Mr Phantom Troupe Leader, you can’t truly be that blind can you? I told her you didn’t feel the same but she doesn’t liste-”, “what are you talking about Ann? I do like her, I have always liked her?” Akira cut her off, his tone showing genuine confusion as he perked up in his booth.

“If you liked her, why did you act as if tomorrow was a regular day idiot? It’s not as if she hasn’t given you endless hints and clues…. let's be honest here”, Morgana choked out, he couldn’t contain his laughter any longer, the situation was beyond humorous to the little cat guy.

“Maybe I am blind, I didn’t see any of the hints, signs, any of that. I thought I was chasing something beyond my reach” Akira sighed as he slipped himself out of his seat and towards the locked cabinet opposite the stairs, the group watched on, heavily intrigued as to what he was doing. “Let me just show you guys” he huffed, pulling a key from the grate by the stairs to unlock the overflowing case.

Akira grabbed an armful of items from one of the shelves before aimlessly scattering them across the booth table the rest were sat at, their faces as if they were deer in the headlights. “What IS all this?” Ann spoke up, asking what everyone else was thinking. “Look closer” was all he responded with.

As they all rummaged through the items the pieces started to piece themselves together little by little. Lying before them were heaps of items from trips they had all been on ranging from figures and manga from Akihabara to photographs of you and Akira doing day to day activities, some of them were simply of you sleeping and pointing at things. 

Ann looked up at Akira, his eyes softening as Morgana shifted through the photos, “You do like her, don’t you” she asked sincerely, her hand tightening on his shoulder as a cheshire cat smile emerged on her face, “I have an idea, have you got anything to wrap with? A bag even?” she quizzed him as she paced back and forth.

Walking back over to the cabinet he pulled out a gift box, “I have this from one of the prizes I won on a crane game?” he suggested, unsure as to if that would be okay, “Perfect, everyone pick one item to put inside, this will be her gift!”, Ryuji added, trying to immerse himself into the activities. ”So you caught on I see” she chuckled to herself. Everyone carefully placed an item inside, Akira slipping in a few of his favourite photos at the top for you to see.

Taking a step back to admire the last minute gift, the group silently patted themselves on the back for the fast thinking. Ann passed Akira the box, her brows narrowing as she spoke, “go give this to her, but in all seriousness Akira, no one should go to bed upset. We’ll see you tomorrow”, her sincere tone clinging to him as she proceeded to leave the cafe followed by Ryuji, “She’s right u know” he chipped in as the door closed behind him.

Akira’s eyes shot to the cat facing him head on,”have anything to say there?” he asked sarcastically, “absolutely not, go to bed” Morgana hissed, strolling past him, tail held high. Akira sent a quick thank you text to the group before taking himself back to his bedroom, not before locking the bookcase, that was to be a secret between him and the others, for now anyway.

Akira slid into his side of the bed in hopes of not waking you but failed, you rolled over to notice him with a large box, the tense smile on his face baffling you. As you sat up he passed you it, “did you really go out at this hour and buy stuff just because of our conversation? What makes you think i want your pity gifts? Goodnight Akira” you scoffed, as you attempted to roll back over he placed his hand on your shoulder. 

“I love you”, the boy blurted out, the newly found frown on your face deepening before he continued. “I love you, I have for quite some time to be fair, I’m an idiot to have not taken the hints you sent me seriously, I shouldn’t have even needed you to show hints for me to muster up the courage to say it. This is also no pity gift, inside are items I deem thoughtful, every trip we take you point and I watch your eyes light up at your favourite things but you always say “I can't justify it”. You deserve more than any item on a shelf but in here are a couple things I noticed that piqued your interest in stores along with photos I took of you when I found you the happiest, I’ve had these for a while I pay attention to all that you do and take note of any little thing you say. You’re my best friend, and I’ll love you forever, Happy Valentines Day.” he spilled, letting every thought on his mind free. 

Speechless, you watched as Akira cupped your tear stained cheeks, his thumbs wiping the tears you hadn’t realised had started to fall. Pulling you closer you whispered “you’re sweet when you speak your mind”, an innocent smile making its way to your lips. “Is that so” he cheekily smirked, placing your lips on his, your lips gliding over one another effortlessly. The kiss was short but sweet, pulling away you could feel your cheeks heating up as your nervousness kicked in.

Akira planted a quick kiss on your forehead, he could tell you were flustered, “can I open this in the morning? I’m exhausted” you asked softly, he nodded whilst you placed the box on your bedside table. Akira let out a yawn as he slid deeper into the bed, “we need to be up early tomorrow, we should get atleast some sleep” he laughed, arms out for you to lay with him.

You allowed yourself to be pulled into him, his arms wrapping around your waist as you rested your head on his chest, “goodnight Akira, I love you”, you giggled as you noticed his heartbeat speed up as you spoke, “Goodnight my love”.

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[purrsonaimagines]

Hello again! I hope you're doing well💕 I had another request? No rush! I'm in an angsty mood, could i please request prompt 7 "Do you still even love me?" With Ryujis girlfriend getting worried over how close he and Ann are? (I love Ann,not hating on her lol) like his girlfriend becomes distant and takes frustration out on shadows? Thank you😭💕

omg of course!! i love ryuji requests sm tysm for requesting!! :) <3

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It started small, that tiny ugly inkling of jealousy. You were fully justified, or at least you thought you were.

It scared you, his relationship with Ann. How much they knew about each other, how long they’ve been friends. To put it simply, you were completely jealous of them.

How couldn’t you be? Ann was the perfect girl in the eyes of society. She was a model, had blonde hair, blue eyes, perfect body. She was a whole package.

You knew that Ryuji wouldn’t leave you for her, or at least you thought you did. The mere thought made your mouth run dry, and heart speed up.

‘Why wouldn’t he leave her for me?’ You thought bitterly. Your thoughts egged on your negativity more and more.

She’s cuter than you are.

I bet he had a crush on her before you.

What if you’re a rebound?

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Your weapon smashed directly through a Pyro-Jack, chrushing it intl withering pieces.

You gave a satisfied smile as you took a large gulp of air, turning to smiling Futaba.

“You are on fire, dude!” She cheered.

“Ah really? Thanks.” You smiled, rubbing at the nape of your neck.

“You haven’t used any boosts, either? You seem.. Stronger today.” Haru hummed.

“Not that you were weak at all before, though.” Makoto completed, curious as well.

“I uh.. I guess I’m just getting a better hang on things.” You shrugged, looking around at all the eyes on you.

“Well keep it up. We’re clearing these fights in record time.” Futaba stayed, turning to your leader.

“We’ll take one last fight, and then head back. Everyone assume your prior positions.” Akira ordered, crouching by a corner to wait.

As he leaped out and perled the mask from the shadow, you followed quickly.

It was then it struck you, a sudden attack from the newly recovered shadow.

You were tossed backwards, landing on one of the railroad tracks with a grunt. You lifted yourself up, eyeing the shadow.

Bicorns, Pyro-Jacks.. But this was different.

Your vision began to swirl, twisting the world around you. You lifted a hand to your eyes, swiping it around to see if the situation was really happening.

“[Code Name]? Your stats are going haywire, what’s going on?” Futaba ordered over your communications.

Your muscles were tight, aching miserably. You pushed yourself up to kneel, jaw clenched tightly.

“[Code Name]? What’s goin’ on?” Ryuji asked quickly, jogging over to help you up.

“[Code Name]’s been inflicted with despair!” Futaba confirmed, causing everyone to turn.

“We need to leave, Joker!” Ryuji demanded, putting his arms over your shoulders.

You couldn’t help but stare at the ground, hands clenched around your weapon.

“Babe, we’re gonna get you to a safe room and—“

“We’re all going to die here.” You whimpered, clutching at the ground of Mementos.

“Ah jeez, this seems bad.” Futaba groaned, watching you from nearby.

“It’ll wear off soon enough, but we need to make sure they don’t get themselves hurt..” Akira ordered, gesturing for the others to follow.

Your weapon slid against the ground as you stood up, your back slouching.

“[Codename]!” Ryuji yelled, dashing over again.

“I-I can still..” You start, stumbling forwards back to your knees again.

“We can’t fight right now! We gotta get you to safety.” Ryuji interjected, taking you in his arms.

“It’s so dark.” You whined, fingers curling into his jacket.

“I know, I know. It’s alright, I’m here.” Ryuji soothed, lifting you up gently.

You leaned against him, letting him carry you to Mona. You flopped over against him, breathing labored and weak.

“Are you gonna leave me?”

Ryuji’s eyes shot open, and he felt his breath hitch.

“W-What..?” He croaked out, eyes wide beneath his mask.

“I’m so scared you’ll.. You..” You trailed off, tears pooling in your eyes.

“Skull, come on!” Futaba urged,

“Babe, you still with me?” He checked in, putting his gloved hand against your cheek.

His mask disappeared now, showing the cocnern rooted in his brown eyes.

“Ryuji.” You breathed out, brows furrowing through sweat.

“Yeah, it’s me. You finally comin’ back to us?” He smiled gently.

“Y-Yeah.” You swallowed. “Give me a second.”

Your head rested against his chest, listening to his heart beat. Your thoughts slowed for the first time that day, and you quelled your worries.

“Sorry for the scare.” You said softly, hardly meeting his eyes.

“Just glad you’re alright.” Ryuji admitted, kissing your head.

You smile tiredly, body still shuddering from the spell effect.

“What got ya so shaken up?” Ryuji asked softly, lifting your head.

“Nothing important.” You denied, looking away.

“Well can I ask ya somethin’ if you’re feelin’ alright?” Ryuji hummed, leaning back against the seat to make sure the others had turned away.

“Go for it.” You yawned, closing your eyes.

“What’s been botherin’ you lately?”

What’s been bothering you..?

‘Oh nothing, Ryuji! I’m just full of self-doubt, enough to get jealous over one of my closest friends. I keep thinking you’ll leave me for her, even if it isn’t true. I can’t even admit it out loud because I don’t want to mess anything up.’

But you couldn’t say that.

“I can already tell you’re about to tell me nothin’, but you zonin’ out like that’s enough for me.” Ryuji interjected, leaning to catch your eye.

“You can tell me anything, babe. I’m always here for you.” Ryuji comforted, laying a hand on your shoulder.

“Can we not talk about this in front of everyone..” You mumbled into your hand, blinking back your tears.

“Guys?” Ryuji announced suddenly, and suddenly Akira nodded in understanding.

Mona stopped, and everyone gets off the bus to stand on the platform. They disappear to wherever, to hopefully give the two of your privacy.

“I meant out of Mementos—“

Ryuji cut you off with a sigh. “Babe, c’mon.”

You dropped your stare to your shoes, and you gulp down your nerves. “I’m scared I’m going to lose you.”

“I know it’s not true, but I see you with her every day and I think about how I haven’t know you as long.” You whispered.

“I don’t get you in the way she does, and I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me when I feel like I’m never going to be as close as either of you.”

Your eyes stung, and you brought a hand up to wipe at them.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa. Who’s ‘her?’” Ryuji asked, tilting his head.

“Ann.” You cried, a tears sliding down your cheeks.

“And I know you wouldn’t but I get scared that maybe you’ll realize you don’t love me.. Or I’m not good enough for you, and that I was a rebound for Ann.” You ranted, grabbing at your head.

“Do you even still love me?”

Ryuji stiffened, and he looked downwards at a loss of words. “[Name]..” He trailed off, stepping forwards to hold your arms.

“Of course I still love you, and I’m sorry I made you doubt that.” He whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You didn’t. It was me.” You sobbed, sniffling loudly.

Ryuji shook his head, pulling you against him. “I would never leave you, and definitely not for Ann.”

“She may have known me longer, but she definitely doesn’t know me as well as you do.” Ryuji encouraged.

“We both changed since middle school.” He explained. “Like if I asked her what I order with my ramen, do you think she’d be able to name it all?”

You shook your head against his jacket.

“And what if I asked her to buy me a pair of shoes? Would she buy me something I’d like, or some weird tacky fashion piece?”

You smirked at that, looking up at his face. He grinned too, relieved to see you brightening up.

“See? No one knows me better than you do, babe.” He laughed c kissing your nose.

“I love you more than anything, you know?” He soothed. “You mean more to me than any treasure or artifact we’d ever find in this place.”

“‘Yuji.” You chuckled, face burning at the praise.

“I mean it!” He exclaimed, hugging you tightly. “And all week I’m gonna prove it to ya!”

“Nonstop lovin’ from Ryuji Sakamoto!” Ryuji cheered, pecking your lips briefly before spinning you around.

You squealed in surprise, but didn’t get to react as it was over quickly.

“You’re such a dork.” You laughed, nudging his shoulder lightly.

“I’m your dork.” Ryuji smiled.

“Mm.. Yeah, you are.”

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[anonymousewrites]

There's a Will; There's a Way (Book 4) Chapter Twenty

Dazai Osamu x Fem! Reader

Chapter Twenty: D♀uble Black

Summary: (Y/N) and Akira versus Fukuchi.

Mouse Note: Let me know what you think. We will have a final chapter. It will ignore the teaser of the next arc.

            “No. I’ve come to give the world life.”

            Fukuchi regarded (Y/N) carefully before chuckling. “Brave. Foolish, but brave.”

             He lunged, One Order safely attached to his side and headset on his head. He swung his sword out. (Y/N) let There’s a Will; There’s a Way guide her. The blade arced past (Y/N), and she dodged back, not bothering to activate her gift. The moment she landed her jump, she felt something behind her.

            (Y/N) leaned to the side, and her gift caught the tip of Fukuchi’s blade as it stabbed past her side. (Y/N) spun away, keeping There’s a Will; There’s a Way on the sword as she avoided the blade.

            Fukuchi reacted quickly as well. He had twice (Y/N)’s experience with his ability and the same intuitive knowledge on how to use it. The moment she moved, he stamped on the ground, his strength cracking the runway. Debris flew up, and (Y/N) was thrown upwards.

            Her eyes widened as she saw Fukuzawa and Akira’s bodies falling from the ruptured ground. She threw her arm out, and green light pushed Akira and Fukuzawa away from her fight with Fukuchi. Her attention divided; Fukuchi made his move. Several stabs of his sword struck through portals.

            (Y/N) cried out as the blade slashed through her legs and arms. She landed roughly on the ground, rolling to a stop. (Y/N) gritted her teeth and forced herself to stand. She faced Fukuchi with the same focus on her face that she’d had at the beginning.

            “You can’t win,” said Fukuchi coldly. “This is a losing battle.”

            “I haven’t lost yet,” said (Y/N) matter-of-factly.

            “You’re bleeding, barely able to stand.” Fukuchi tilted his head. “I have mere scratches.”

            (Y/N) smirked. “Scratches? I’ve sparred Akira. I know that you’re fighting through pain every time you raise your arm.”

            “Your condition is still worse,” said Fukuchi, brandishing his sword. “And you can’t tear One Order from me because of my gift.” His gaze hardened. “I see you looking at it, but the moment your hand moves, my sword will rip through you.”

            (Y/N)’s eyes narrowed. “I can handle pain.”

            “But you cannot kill,” said Fukuchi.

            (Y/N) was silent. It was true. She didn’t kill.

            “How do you expect to win a war without casualties?” Fukuchi’s wrist twitched.

            (Y/N) barely dodged the next stab, shifting just enough to keep from the sword slicing her side. It slid into her leg, and she went to her knee with a cry.

            Fukuchi jerked his arm again, and several more portals appeared around (Y/N). Green light caught them, holding them back as Fukuchi pushed his ability into his sword and strained against (Y/N)’s gift. The pair glared at each other before Fukuchi chuckled. The swords pulled back from the portals, and (Y/N)’s body nearly went limp at the sudden loss of pressure. She caught herself on her arms, struggling to sit upright as her wounds ache.

            “Why keep fighting when you know you can’t win?” said Fukuchi, gazing at Green’s struggles colly.

            Blood stained her white undershirt; her black vest and skirt were torn up. But while her clothes and body were cut open and breaking at the seams, her spirit was not. The pure will in (Y/N)’s eyes remained an undimming light against Fukuchi’s darkness.

            “Because I can’t stand by and let you hurt people who can’t protect themselves,” said (Y/N). Despite her wounds, her voice didn’t shake. She was firm and strong as she spoke.

            “Once I am finished, no one else has to suffer,” said Fukuchi, gripping his sword tightly. “When the world powers bow to me, there will be no more war. The world will finally be at peace.”

            (Y/N) stared at him, brow furrowed. “You call intimidation and fear peace?” Her gaze softened. “War really did break your spirit.” Green light appeared around her, and she rose from the ground. “But I still can’t let you take control of the world. That isn’t peace. It’s control.”

            “How many people clamor for peace and refuge from war every day?” said Fukuchi. “I’m simply answering their call.”

            “People want freedom from war. They need freedom.” The shine around (Y/N) sharpened in clarity. “And I won’t let you take that from anyone else.”

            “How? By talking to me? You still can’t kill me.” Fukuchi’s gaze was dark, telling of all the horrors of war he’d witnessed over the years. “You have no idea how to fight a battle such as this. You fight alone and without the heart to do what’s needed.”

            “I think I understand the battle I’m fighting more than you do,” said (Y/N). She smiled. “And I don’t fight alone.”

            A blur of red landed on Fukuchi, claws sinking into flesh and drawing blood. Akira was exhausted and bleeding out, but she was with (Y/N) until the end. Fukuchi turned and grabbed her over his shoulder. His brow furrowed at the slight green glow around Akira’s body hidden below the red. But he didn’t hesitate to throw her down onto the runway and stab down.

            The blade stopped within an inch of Akira as (Y/N)’s gift reacted, and the raven-haired woman rolled to her feet at (Y/N)’s side.

            “Fighting until your deaths,” said Fukuchi, observing the pair.

            “And until yours,” said Akira sharply. “(Y/N) might not kill, but I do.”

            Fukuchi stared at them and then began chuckling. “This is quite the coincidence. The daughters of first two women to defy my plan for peace here to stand against me.”

            Akira and (Y/N) glanced at each other questioningly.

            “Akira and (Y/N). The daughters of Nanako Mori and (M/N) (L/N),” said Fukuchi. He sighed. “It’s a pity I had to kill them.”

            (Y/N) sucked in a breath, and her eyes widened. Akira reached out a hand and steadied her.

            Fukuzawa’s eyes widened, and he tried to pull himself up. “You killed (M/N)? You said she left you.”

            Fukuchi sighed as if exhausted. “She told Nanako that she suspected I was planning something. While Nanako battled me, (M/N) escaped with my daughter.” (Y/N) started, and Akira steadied her again. “I found (M/N), but she refused to tell me where my daughter was, and she knew too much.”

            “You infected her with someone’s ability…” said (Y/N). “You killed my mother…” Her heart clenched painfully. “And that makes you…”

            “Your father,” said Fukuchi. “It took me a moment to realize, but then I saw your gift. I turn what I touch into a weapon. You turn what you see into a weapon.” He sighed. “A pity you insist on standing against me like your mother.”

            Fukuzawa stared at Fukuchi. He had already been shocked to discover Fukuchi was beyond the Decay of the Angel. And now to know Fukuchi had killed Nanako, killed his own wife? Fukuzawa didn’t know who Fukuchi was any longer.

            (Y/N) clenched her fist and pushed off of Akira as her friend glanced at her worriedly. “Yes. I stand against you.” She swallowed hard. “You might be my father, but that doesn’t change the fact that what you’re doing is wrong.” Her gaze hardened, and There’s a Will; There’s a Way activated. “You’ve hurt too many people to get away with it.” (Y/N)’s heart was in pain over the knowledge that the terrible man in front of her was not only her father but had killed her mom. But.

            But (Y/N) refused to back down. This was just another reason to defeat Fukuchi. He’d killed so many and gotten away with it over the years, and now he was going to try to control the world. (Y/N) couldn’t let it continue. Not on her mother’s honor.

            “Well, then, you might be my daughter, but I won’t hold back,” said Fukuchi.

            (Y/N) narrowed her eyes. “We’ll defeat you all the same.” She smiled at Akira. “Right?”

            Akira smirked. “Well, apparently we’re our mothers’ daughters. So let’s kick this guy’s ass.”

            (Y/N) smiled, and the glow around her brightened. The slight green of Akira’s aura deepened. (Y/N)’s will was spreading out over the battlefield. And as her heart set its sight on victory with the revelations, she only grew stronger.

            Fukuchi raised his sword and swung. (Y/N) and Akira split, and (Y/N) held up her hands, blocking the sword from stabbing either of them. Fukuchi pivoted, drew a dagger, and threw it at (Y/N). The speed was formidable, but her ability activated at the last moment. Unfortunately, her focus broke, and the tip of his sword broke through multiple portals and stabbed into Akira’s side again.

            Akira pulled away, coughing up blood. Her multiple injuries were still plaguing her, and she stumbled to her knees. (Y/N) pushed her out of the way with her gift as more swords appeared, and at the same moment, she was stabbed. She coughed and stumbled. Both women were badly injured, but Fukuchi was standing straight, almost unaffected by the previous attacks.

            (Y/N) looked to Akira, and the red-eyed woman nodded. The looks in their eyes were identical. Do whatever it takes.

            They moved as one, nearly reading each other’s minds. Akira darted forward. Swords struck at her, embedding into her skin, but she ripped away and lunged at Fukuchi. His eyes widened in surprise before narrowing, and he stabbed directly into her stomach.

            Akira grinned viciously through the blood and pain. And she grabbed his hand and forced the sword in deeper. Fukuchi tried to pull away, but Akira refused to let him go. He was trapped with the demonic woman impaled on his sword. No, not with. By. Akira had him trapped even if she was the one bleeding. Her eyes were completely black, and her horns curled demonically up into the air. She looked every bit the devil she was. This was Mori’s daughter.

            The moment Fukuchi’s eyes at the realization that this was a woman that refused to go down without taking him with her, (Y/N) moved. There was no need for her and Akira to communicate. They understood each other perfectly.

            (Y/N) lunged for Fukuchi, and he pivoted, dragging Akira with him. But movement didn’t change what (Y/N) could do. Bright green light zeroed in on One Order, and unlike earlier, Fukuchi couldn’t stab (Y/N). He couldn’t stop her.

            Fukuchi let go of his sword in desperation and reached for One Order, clutching it to him. His strength was formidable.

            “There’s a Will; There’s a Way!”

            One Order burst free of Fukuchi as (Y/N)’s gift glowed with pure power. (Y/N) landed her jump, One Order in hand.

            “No!” roared Fukuchi, lunging for her.

            “All units! Cease your attack!”

            (Y/N)’s voice intertwined with her Gift, her ability to control the world around her.

            And the world listened.

            One Order came alive as it responded to (Y/N), and the machines of war came to a standstill around the globe. Armies surrendered and retreated. Bombs disarmed and dropped into the ocean.

            “No, no, no!” Fukuchi pivoted and redirected his movement.

            “Akira!” shouted (Y/N).

            Akira pulled the katana from her stomach before Fukuchi could reach for it and attack in the past to stop (Y/N). She shifted her position and lunged. Fukuchi blinked, and for a moment, he could see only (M/N) standing powerful in her knowledge and Nanako ready to attack. And then he blinked again, and it was (Y/N) standing victorious and Akira lunging.

            Ah. What was it Nanako said? Be Not Afraid…

            Shick.

            Fukuchi coughed up blood as his sword sunk through his stomach. He reached for the handle, and Akira twisted viciously.

            “That’s for our mothers,” she hissed. She ripped the blade from him.

            Fukuchi stumbled back, clutching his wound. He fell back, and his eyes went up to the setting sun above. He coughed. “So…this is my end.”

            Fukuzawa pulled himself to his feet and limped to Fukuchi’s side. (Y/N) joined him, Akira by her side, letting the bloody sword fall to her feet. It wasn’t as if Fukuchi could grab it, now. He couldn’t move.

            “I wanted peace,” he murmured.

            (Y/N)’s grip on One Order tightened. “This wouldn’t have brought peace.”

            Fukuchi chuckled, and blood trickled down the side of his mouth. “And yet one person has mastered One Order. Almost poetic that my own daughter would take it and be unwilling to use it, unwilling to even kill.”

            “I’m not you,” said (Y/N).

            “No. You’re not,” said Fukuchi. He sighed. “You don’t—” he coughed “—understand how much pain the world will put you through.”

            “Maybe.” (Y/N) smiled. “But I won’t go through it alone. And that makes all the difference.” She knelt, reached out, and touched Fukuchi’s shoulder. She neither forgave nor accepted him as her father. But she would extend kindness. “You wanted peace. I’m sorry that you lost your way to it.”

            A soft green glow coursed over Fukuchi, and he let out a soft breath. His eyes closed. His chest stilled. (Y/N) removed her hand and stood up, quiet and graceful.

            Akira watched her. An angel of mercy.

            (Y/N) turned and faced her. A gentle smile appeared. “We did it.” Tiredness entered her voice.

            “Yeah. We did.” Akira returned the smile.

            And they both collapsed in exhaustion. Blood that stained their clothes dripped to the ground below. Unbidden, they reached out to each other, and their hands linked.

            Together until the end. Sisters in everything but blood.

#there's a will; there's a way #bsd osamu #bsd osamu dazai #dazai osamu x reader #osamu dazai x reader #dazai bsd #dazai #dazai x reader #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #osamu dazai #bsd fanfic #bsd fic #bsd #bsd season 5 #bsd s5 #bsd season five #bsd x reader #bsd oc #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs x reader #bungou stray dogs oc #bungo stray dogs #bungou stray dogs #double black #soukoku

[anonymusbosch]

FULLY slammed on the brakes on my bike and slid nearly Akira-style for these puppies

#mushrooms #look at the shrooms boy. look at them

[nonotranslates]

Valentines 2023 Event Story Translation: Chapter 1 - Entrusting An Intoxicating Love With Dolce

Thank you @/amorest-viesse for helping with proofreading!

Scenario: Minami Yuna Scenario supervision: Kazuma Kowo

====== Entrusting An Intoxicating Love With Dolce: Chapter 1 ======

???: Become taaasty, become taaaaasty. 

???: Whether it's bitter or spicy stuff, I don’t wanna eat any of them. All I wanna sate my stomach and heart with is sweet, sweet stuff. 

???: And now, the secret ingredient, a pinch of red fragments. 

???: My, oh my….. With this, I wonder if I can savour once again that sweet moment of enchantment that felt just like a dream, from that fateful day? 

???: I wonder if…… that thing has already reached his hands? 

(Scene change)

That afternoon, gentle sunlight was seeping through the curtained windows. 

As I walked past the living room, I could hear lively voices from within. 

Rustica: Ah, I wouldn't recommend flapping your wings so violently. You’ll end up injuring yourself. 

Shino: Jeez, stop making such a fuss. 

Figaro: I've got to say, this form it's in now is rather adorable though, isn't it?  

Akira: Ah……!

Present in the discussion room was Rustica and several other wizards, all of whom were peering into his birdcage.

As well as a little bird inside that same birdcage. From the way it was furiously beating its wings, it didn't seem to have agreed to getting put inside the cage. 

Chloe: Oh, Master Sage. Good afternoon! 

Akira: Good afternoon to you too, Chloe. Looks like everyone’s all gathered here. 

Akira: And umm, could this bird be…… 

Chloe: Ah, it’s all good! This isn't the usual deal, so no need to worry. 

Shino: This thing’s a letter. It was tottering around the manor grounds just now. 

Akira: A letter? 

Figaro: Yup. Seems like it got lost while searching for its recipient.

Figaro: It’s probably a letter sent by a wizard to one of ours here. However, it deftly slipped away whenever I tried to ask where it’s headed to. 

Rustica: So that’s why I invited it into my birdcage for the time being. 

Rustica: Since if it had the sender’s name on it, perhaps we could help show it the way. 

Rustica slowly opened the door to the birdcage. Then, he gently enveloped the bird in his hands and it glowed with a soft light. 

Akira: The bird turned into an envelope……! Looks like it’s not planning to run away anymore. 

Shino: It grasped the situation it’s in and started behaving, huh. 

Chloe: What a stylish envelope. That colour scheme with a touch of boldness to it and that candy pattern... they're so cute! 

Rustica: Looks like the sender has good taste. I wonder who this is…… Oh my? 

Figaro: ……Hmm? 

At the bottom right corner of the flip side of the envelope, I could see a short insciption. 

Rustica and Figaro looked as though they discovered the sender’s name, and exclaimed in unison;

Rustica, Figaro: Doctor Dolce? 

Shino, Chloe: ……? 

The words that they uttered was an unfamiliar name with a curious ring to it. 

Akira: Are they someone the both of you know? 

Rustica: Yes, he’s a wizard of Western Country. I've never met him in person, but he is extremely famous. 

Figaro: He’s also a personality with quite the peculiar rumours surrounding him though. I wonder if someone in Murr’s circle is acquaintances with him? 

As if trying to prevent Figaro from peeking at the recipient’s name, the letter slid out of Rustica’s fingers. 

And before it stands a new arrival to the room.  

Owen: Ah, so another one has arrived. 

Akira: Owen! 

Owen: That letter is for me. 

Owen nonchalantly picked up the letter and snapped his fingers. 

In that moment, the letter shone brightly and filled the room with a sweet scent that bursted forth like an exploding party popper. 

Akira: Wow……! Candies popped up from inside of the envelope!? 

Chloe: And so many of them too! Chocolates, cookies, and even candies…… 

Shino: There’s macarons and cupcakes too. Amazing, they just keep coming. 

Rustica: It’s the lovely scent of butter and vanilla. From the appearance to the shape, and its colour and brilliance…… I wonder if they’re all gifts for Owen? 

Figaro: My, my, if it isn’t quite the passionate present. Are you acquainted with Doctor Dolce? 

Owen: I wonder.  

From the top of the mountain of sweets, Owen picked up a ribbon-shaped candy. 

Biting into it with a crunch, he continued to speak in a particularly indifferent tone.

Owen: I don’t recall when it was already, but they started sending me sweets on their own out of the blue, that’s all. I have no interest in that person at all. 

Shino: It's not a tribute or something you threatened him into sending you? 

Owen: As if. No matter how much I muddle up my tracks, that stubborn wizard continues to dig out my whereabouts with magic and sends them to me. 

Figaro: What a rare sight. For you to just leave someone be even though they're after you. 

Akira: And with how you seem to dislike having your whereabouts known too……. 

Owen: Well, it's just a wizard of that standard. If it comes down to it, I can easily make it so that they are unable to use tracking magic ever again. 

Owen: I leave them be only because I get to eat all these sweet treats. 

Rustica: My, what a wonderful story…… Risking one’s life to send gifts out of devotion to a prideful Northern Wizard such as yourself… 

Rustica: So that famous Doctor Dolce has such a passionate side to him too. 

Shino: ……Hey. What kind of guy is this Doctor Dolce person? 

Shino directed his question at Rustica, whose face was lighted with a gentle smile from the discovery. Admiring the mountain of sweets just moments ago, Chloe joined in with a question of his own. 

Chloe: He sent you all these lovely gifts, yet he’s not an acquaintance of yours. Could he be a fan of yours, Owen? 

Akira: Earlier, you mentioned that he’s a Western Wizard, right? From the name he goes by, he seems to be some sort of medical doctor or professor so is he perhaps someone you know, Figaro? 

Figaro: I’ve only heard of him through the grapevines. Doctor Dolce is his nickname, he’s an outstanding scientist. 

Rustica: I heard that he stays in a mysterious mansion located somewhere within Western Country, and often attended academic conferences and parties in different countries. 

Rustica: His motto is ‘Everything in this world is made through science!’. He seems to be immensely knowledgeable about many fields. 

Figaro: His specialty is biology, but he is skilled in medical science too. I’ve read his books before too. 

Figaro: Well, I guess you could say he’s someone who straddles the line between genius and eccentricity. He has quite a number of years to his name, but from the portraits of him I’ve seen before, his appearance is around the same age as Chloe. 

Figaro: He’s a beautiful young man with a doll-like appearance, but there’s a lot of horrifying rumours surrounding him, almost as if serving as a contrast to his looks. 

Shino: Horrifying rumours? 

Figaro: He’s the type who has no reservations when it comes to his own desire. As long as it has to do with research, there are no methods that he wouldn’t resort to. 

Figaro: For example, using human bodies for experiments. He’d bring in wizards or children with no place to belong, dissect their body, replace their insides and so forth…… 

Akira, Chloe: Whaaat!? 

Figaro: They’re all just rumours. But at one point, he started devoting himself to the art of making sweets over studies and experiments. 

Figaro: Though cooking is also said to be a form of science, but Western Wizards sure are capricious, aren’t they? 

Akira: I think in terms of occupations, a scientist and a patissier are worlds apart though…… But he sure is a multi-talented individual. 

Rustica: He’s apparently a peerless sweet tooth himself. It is said that he believes sweets can improve the efficiency of one’s brain, and started dabbling in developing sweets blended with science. 

Figaro: Perhaps he got addicted to it from there. And that’s how his nickname of Doctor Dolce, scientist-cum-patissier, came about. 

Figaro: At first, the idea of the desserts made by an eccentric oddball…… Let’s just say people abhorred it. But through those who took the plunge for curiosity's sake, it started becoming the vogue. 

Rustica: After all, it’s quite the exquisite piece of work. His handmade “Lethal Medicine Sweets Series” flew off the shelves in every store that stocked it. 

Shino: In other words, these sweets are made by that extraordinarily skilled eccentric patissier, huh…… 

Shino: I wanna try it too. Owen, since you have a whole mountain of it, it should be alright if you let us have a pinch, right? 

Owen: Oun wahhaa, woa do I hafur shaaem? 

Shino: Wha? Don’t speak with your mouth full. 

Chloe: It’s just a guess but maybe he meant: ‘Don’t wanna, why do I have to share them’…… or something like that? 

Shino: You’re so stingy. It won’t kill you if we have just a little to try. 

Rustica: It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted his sweets too. By the time I caught on to the buzz around it, it’d already become a rare luxury that is almost impossible to obtain. 

Rustica: I’ll brew you some of my best tea, so won’t you consider sharing some of them with me? 

Chloe: Then, how about a trade? I still have some of my favourite cookies left in my room, I’ll bring you some! 

Owen: Munch munch…… gulp. 

Owen: I’ll take the tea and cookies. I’m not giving you any of my sweets though. 

Surrounding the mountain of sweets, the wizards continued on with their boisterous conversation. Standing by the side, Figaro muttered in a low voice to himself. 

Figaro: Speaking of…… It’s been a long time since I last saw his desserts. 

Akira: Huh? 

Figaro: Doctor Dolce once retired from making desserts about one hundred years ago, you see. 

Figaro: ‘I won’t be making any more desserts after this, because I want to focus on important research’. Apparently that’s what he wrote in the letter he sent to his distributors.

Akira: I-Is that so? Then, these sweets are…… 

Figaro: There’s traces of magic on them, so I think they’re made by him. 

Figaro: He was originally a scientist, and his journey into sweetmaking was a whim, wasn’t it? So, there were rumours that he got bored of it…… 

Figaro: Perhaps he decided to get back into it after some time? 

(Scene change)

On the same night.

Akira: (It sure was merry during the day. The other wizards were lured in by the scent of the desserts and joined in on the gathering……) 

Though Owen disappeared immediately along with all his sweets, the wizards who were gathered there started their own tea party at that spot. 

Starting with the tea that Rustica brewed and Chloe’s cookies, the others brought in various kinds of sweets, and lively conversations bloomed in the room. 

Akira: (Everyone sure was immensely curious about the sweets Owen received and asked about the sender. Although in the end, he refused to share a single piece of the Doctor’s sweets……) 

Akira: Sweets made by a scientist-cum-patissier…… I wonder just how it tastes. 

Owen: ……

Akira: Ah…… 

As I headed towards the courtyard lost in thoughts, it appears someone was already there. Stepping forward, I greeted him from behind. 

Akira: Owen. Good evenighhh……!? 

As Owen turned around towards me, I jumped back a few steps instinctively at the glimpse of his face; for the corners of his mouth were stained a bright, crimson red.

====== Chapter 2 >>> ======

#mhyktl #mahoyaku #promise of wizard #owen mhyk #Decided to translate it because I loved how utterly whack this event was and wizard field trips are always fun. #cant decide on a good word for the title that captures the numbing but satisfying feeling... #tingling is the closest without sounding medical but feels weak

[incorrectshokugekinosoma]

Takumi: Souma kissed me!

Megumi: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Takumi: It was unbelievable!

Megumi: Oh my God! Oh my God! Oh my God!

Alice: Okay, we wanna hear everything. Megumi, get the wine and unplug the phone. Takumi, does this end well or do we need tissues?

Takumi: Oh, it ended very well.

Megumi: Do not start without me! Do not start without me!

Alice: Okay, alright, let’s hear about the kiss. Was it a soft brush against your lips or was it like a, you know, “I gotta have you now” kind of thing?

Takumi: Well, at first it was really intense, you know? And then, oh God, and then we just sort of sunk into it.

Megumi: Ohh... So, okay, was he holding you? Or were his hands on your back?

Takumi: First they started out on my waist and then they slid up and then they were in my hair.

Megumi and Alice: Ohhh.

*meanwhile*

Souma: And, uh, and then I kissed him.

Akira: Tongue?

Souma: Yeah.

Ryou: Cool.

#shokugeki no soma #incorrect quotes #sns #food wars #takumi aldini #yukihira souma #tadokoro megumi #nakiri alice #soutaku #souma x takumi #kurokiba ryou #hayama akira #92nd generation

[ampersandthewiz]

So @captainbrookeworm has me beta read their Ninjago fanfics by reading them aloud while they proofread. I haven’t seen most of Ninjago. Here are a few highlights from their most recent chapter, which you can read here: https://www.tumblr.com/captainbrookeworm/713592451560046592/shores-of-restless-souls-chapter-3

(I’m A, they’re B)

Originally they had "Myth Busters" instead of mythcrackers which prompted this exchange:

A: Oh is that like the fake one they use in-universe?

B: Huh? No, that's actual Myth Busters.

A: Myth[SPACE]Busters? It's just one word smooshed together.

B: Is it??? (Checks Google) OH.

(Discussion about how it wouldn’t be called MythBusters if the Lego Ninjago writers were making it)

B: How about Legendcrackers then?

A: Nono, just go with Mythcrackers. With the official Mythcrackers™️ Myth Crackers available in your local supermarket.

———

A: *reading Morro's lines*

B: You always make Morro's voice so whiny.

A: Yeah isn't he an angsty teen? Tbh i havent heard what he sounds like.

B: Ok hang on. *puts phone up to computer mic* (Morro is there. Barely.)

A: Can't you just DM me the clip like a normal person???

B: But spoilers :(

A: I'VE ALREADY READ THE SPOILER FIC

(The Morro clips play)

A: There's no clips of him like talking normally, he's so extra.

B: Yeah <3

I then proceeded to try and mimick the Morro Voice I heard and immediately they were like "absolutely not, go back"

———

A: "Instead of slowing down, she turned the bike so it slid through the dust as she slammed on the brakes" IS THIS YOU WRITING OUT THE ACTION OF THE 'AKIRA' BIKE SLIDE

B: IT’S COOL AS HELL SUE ME

———

A: (Finding a voice for Pixal) Headcanon voice: That one tiktok TTS voice

B: nO

#ninjago #land of the living #shores of restless souls #morro #pixal #fanfic #writing

[cyanide-e-pistachio]

New Work! For Shuake Week 2023

“‘Would you ever…oblige me when it comes to…certain sexual acts?’

Akira almost wanted to laugh at how clinical and very Goro Akechi that had sounded, but he was too shocked to even do so. ‘What ‘sexual acts’?’

‘I have difficulty giving up control.’

Isn’t that the truth? ‘And?’

‘I probably won’t even like it,’ Goro said as he waved his hand dismissively. ‘But what if you…ah, restrained me?’

Restrained. Restrained. Akira couldn’t help it. His chopsticks slid from his grip as he stared at Goro, slack-jawed. There were only two things running in his mind in that moment—1), fuck fuck fuck what the actual fuck, and 2), red rope would look so good with his complexion, wouldn’t it?”

Or:

Akechi has a spontaneous request. Akira obliges with a little more than modest enthusiasm.

#persona 5 #akira kusuru #goro akechi #shuake #fanfic #shuakeweek2023

[seitosokusha]

i'm not done playacting

Something broke inside of Akira.

He laughed and laughed. He watched as the goddamn smug expression on Maruki’s face slid off, giving way to surprise. Even Akechi was startled.

“Y-you,” Akira said, trying to catch his breath.

“Akira?!” Morgana said, alarmed.

It was so goddamn funny.

(It was so goddamn sad.)

-.-.-

The road to hell is paved with good intentions. Or 2/2 goes a little bit differently.

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#persona 5 #p5 #p5r #persona 5 royal #kurusu akira #akechi goro #maruki takuto #seitowrites