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Demon Bride Ch43 The Things Between Us

Secondly Ok everyone! Time for the poll results! And the votes are-

Aizetsu: 33 votes

Sekido: 6 votes

Urogi: 10 votes

Karaku: 2 votes

And the winner is Aizetsu!! Thanks to everyone who voted!!

Warnings!! Douma and Enmu ARE their own warnings. Possibly some innuendos.)

You were so happy to spend time with Rui if given the choice between him and Douma. You couldn't get out of there fast enough. Zig zagging this way and that down random halls speed walking before quickly diving behind one corner and pressing your back against the wall dragging Rui with you. Ever so slowly you perked just enough out to look down the hall from where you came from..and sighed in relief seeing no one but a few confused servants there. And more importantly no Douma. Thank the GODS he didn't follow you. Good gods that experience was unsettling to be in. You weren't expecting Douma to literally show up early in the morning on your doorstep and try to ...to...woo you?? It felt more as if he was trying to convince someone to make an investment in a business than swoon a woman. What was he thinking?! ...Maybe he wasn't? He seemed so arrogant ignoring you despite stating he heard everything you told him. You didn't know what it was exactly about him..but it didn't really scare you, at least not a whole lot. It was more of a really unsettling feeling and a feeling you had to be weary around him.

You were pulled out of your thoughts by a tugging on your sleeve. "I want to go to the book store today. One of the students at school mentioned it to me. I want to go somewhere for once."

... Actually that sounded like a good time to get out of here. If Douma was running around here then it'd be a good idea to leave while he was. But...you still didn't know where everything was. How could you take Rui to a bookstore if you didn't even know where to begin without getting lost?

"L-Lord Douma."

You froze... slowly turning your head back towards the corner.... You moved towards the edge and slowly looked out. Guess who was right there at the end of the hallway? At least three women servants were gathered around a rather tall individual who smiled down at the fancily dressed servant girls casually fanning himself with a golden fan. All three looked frozen in...shock maybe? Did they feel unsettled by him too? A hand of his reached out to the middle girl and tilted her frozen head up.

"Yumi...You look so beautiful since I last saw you. Such lovely jawlines and soft skin.~" He sighed deeply. "I heard you're getting married soon. You're husband is so lucky."

He removed his hand making the middle girl blush deeply under her make up and her two friends giggling and squealing next to her.....Nope. The rumors about him were right. You deadpanned at the sight and frowned. What was wrong with this guy?

"W-What are y-y-you doing here, S-Sir?"

"I'm going back to my room to rest before my meeting with Hairou about security issues in the Infinity Castle. However I was also visiting my beautiful fiance?~ She's such an interesting character.~" you grimaced at his words used to describe you.

"She's one really lucky woman," one lady swooned staring at Douma starstruck.

He chuckled again. "She is.~ In fact I'd say her luck is right around the corner." Rainbow irises tilted towards the end of the hall-

You snapped back around and Rui yelped as he was quickly yanked along with your running feet. CRAP CRAP CRAP CRAP!! THIS GUY WAS A LUNATIC!! You could faintly hear boisterous laughter of a man as you ran and it sent a cold chill down your spine. You had to get out of here..But how are you-.... THAT'S IT!! Your feet steered back towards your room but the long way around.

"Mother, why are we heading back to our rooms?" Rui easily was able to keep up with you.

"We're not going to our rooms!" You smiled. "We're going to someone else's."

Rui tilted his head curiously but otherwise didn't complain about it. A few hallways and confused stares from servants later you stood in front of Daki's room panting from running and ramming your knuckles into the sliding door. Over and over and over again until a flurry of angry stomps came from the other side and you stood back as the door S L A M M E D open so hard it shook the frames and there she was in all her tired morning glory.

"W H A T-"

DAKI paused. ..And you fought the urge to not instantly laugh. She stood there with another one of those mud mask things dried on her face, her hair in messily placed curlers, her surprised eyes blinking tiredly, and a robe tied around her body. It looked like she just literally woke up.

"Hi, Daki! Is Gyutaro here?" You greeted with a smile and wave.

...She slowly and tiredly blinked again processing what she was looking at before frowning. "Yes. He's dead asleep the lazy ass." She then yawned a hand rubbing her eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"This is Rui." You pulled the child in front of you making Daki blink down at him. "You might've seen him at the meeting with me. He's got the day off from school today and I brought him to meet you both."

"...Huh?"

"He's my son." The shock was instant on Daki's face. Looking between you then Rui before looking back at you. "I wanted to introduce him to the ones trying to court me. He's already met most of the others so this would be a good time to know you both too."

Daki's has dropped. Looking shocked between you and Rui over and over again like a gold fish before a wide smile broke out on her face and she honestly squealed. "ILL GO WAKE HIM UP IMMEDIATELY!! DON'T GO ANYWHERE!!"

The door was then slammed back shut leaving you two standing there silently... before Rui looked up at you. "Why do I need to meet these people?"

"Because you're going to meet them eventually and I want your opinion on them all." That was one thing you wanted in this if and only IF you picked anyone, they had to prove to be a good provider for Rui. As a father and as a person. Rui seemed to get along well with Kyogai, Kaigaku, and especially Akaza. Enmu...Not so much but he seemed to at least tolerate him. But you had no idea what he'd do with everything else. This would be a good way to get away from Douma and get Rui's opinion on the siblings."If you're going to have a father dont you want to meet everyone who might be a father to you?"

Rui stared at you... before back at the door. "How many fathers are you trying to get me?"

You blinked. "What? Rui. You don't have lots of fathers. I just want your opinion on the ones courting me is all."

Rui paused before his eyes widened. "You mean I can have as many fathers as I want!?"

You did a double take at Rui's awestruck face. Like he just witnessed a miracle. "What? Rui, I didn't mean it in that regard-"

"I can have more fathers in my life than anyone else!" He went on thinking more and more about it. "So many birthday gifts. Father would be the best one of course but it never occurred to me that I could have the most powerful family in the world!" ....He nodded."Very well. We will see who's worthy and who's not." He blinked. "Mother, why are you hiding your face?"

You pressed your face into your hands and hid your face. "Rui...No. I just wanted your opinion on who's trying to court me. I never said I was marrying anyone let alone more than one!"

"Ah! Then it's up to me to decide how many fathers I have! Very well. I shall help you in securing a suitable amount of fathers for me. It's very considerate of you to give me this task-" He paused as you thumped your embarrassed face into a wall. "...Mother?"

You had a feeling you goofed again and would have to explain it to him later. From inside the room and much shuffling about and cursing from Daki as she ran about and assumedly woke her brother up from where he was sleeping.

"WAKE UP!!....I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE TIRED!! GET THE HELL OUT HERE!! SHE BROUGHT HER CHILD TO MEET YOU!! THAT MEANS SHE SEES YOU AS A CANDIDATE FOR HER AFFECTIONS!! DO YOU KNOW HOW HUGE OF A STEP THIS IS?!......GET OUT OR I'LL MAKE YOU!!"

You heard her yelling at Gyutaro most likely but strangely enough you didn't hear Gyutaro's voice at all. Guess Daki's yelling was too loud for you to hear him.

"Go answer the door! I can't answer the door looking like this!"

"Didn't you just did?"

"JUST DO IT!! And don't let them see me until I'm dressed! I'm not going out looking out like this!"

There was a man's voice grumbling finally heard from the other side of the door before footsteps approached and a moment later the door slowly slid open again only this time revealing a grumpy man's face. Gyutaro's face. Said demon looked tired but then his yellow eyes widened in surprise at you standing there smiling at him. Looking you up and down- Then stopping at Rui who also blinked at him.

"Gyutaro!" He jumped looking at you again as you smiled widely. "Hi! I hope this isn't a bad time."

....He slowly blinked again. "You...came back? To see.." A hand pointed at him. "Me?"

"Of course I did, and for good reason. Gyutaro, this is Rui." Your hand patted Rui's shoulder. "He's my son." Gyutaro snapped back to you. ''Adopted son. I brought him here to meet you both and to go out today."

"Go...out?" Eyes widened more. "To-... Together?"

"Yes. We haven't been on that shopping trip yet remember? It was kind of interrupted by Sakura. I was thinking maybe we'd all be able to go out today and Rui here can get to know you better." It'd also give you a chance to get out of you're able to find an exit somewhere in here. "Only if you're interested in it. I understand if you do-"

"NO!" You jumped from his shout but he quickly back tracked. "I-...N-No. It's fine. I just.. wasn't expecting you to want to go with..." He didn't answer that sentence.

"Why wouldn't I? I think you're a wonderful person to be around, and you saved my life at least twice and I want to repay that back even just a little." You chuckled as he stared. "And you're pretty cute.~ Can you blame me for coming back?"

"I-IM NOT CUTE!!," He squawked a red hue coming over his face.

"Uh...Yes you are. That's why I'm going to kiss every single one of those markings on your cute face."

He blanked as you giggled. "...What? AH!!" He jumped as two hands nearly grabbed his cheeks. Falling backwards and landing on the ground with a thud and scrambling back as a giggling figure approached. "N-Nonononononono!! Get back, get back!!"

The figure didn't and giggled again as the powerful Upper Moon Six... squawked a sound out that sounded like a dying Turkey and fled...to safely hide behind his younger sister...who squealed as she was literally picked up by her shoulders in the middle of putting on make up and held out like some shield between the flustered demon and giggling woman.

"Brother, what are you doing?!"

"Keep back! She's trying to attack me!"

"No I'm not." You leaned left- He shoved Daki to the left between you two. "I only want to kiss his cute face. He needs more love."

"THE HELL I DO!! AH!!" You leaned right and Gyutaro again shoved Daki between you both. "BACK! BACK Y-Y-YOU VILE WOMAN!!"

"She's trying to kiss you?...Let her!" Daki barked looking over her shoulder at him.

"WHO'S SIDE ARE YOU ON?!"

"The side that gets you a wife! Now get over there and pucker up!!" She grabbed her brother by his arms and began trying to wrestle the yelping man towards your giggling form. "THIS IS A GOOD SIGN!!"

"LET THE HELL GO!!"

Rui was still standing still watching as they fought each other while you giggled at them.. before tilting his head and calculated something. "....He seems to make her happy, and comes with an Aunt....I will consider this fact as I go forward."

Eventually you stopped and allowed the siblings to calm down enough to allow Daki to get herself ready. And by that you meant painstakingly doing her hair and makeup and nearly taking an hour to decide what to wear and then taking another twenty minutes to do YOUR hair after insisting that you couldn't go out with your bed head. All the waiting put you on edge. What if Douma happened to come by? With his connection to the siblings they might let him tag along or something. Thankfully he didn't and you were able to get them out the door with little trouble. Hopefully by the time you get back, Douma would already be gone again. Right now you could focus on spending some time with Rui, and looking for an exit without trying to attract a lot of attention to you. With Rui holding your hand and Daki dragging you by the arm excitedly, you all left the same way you went last time you were out although with all the shifting buildings and rooms it was hard to tell.

"Where are we going?," You asked as Daki continued to pull you along.

"To my favorite stores of course!," She squealed excitedly eyes wide in the promise of getting a whole lot of things she probably wouldn't use more than once in her lifetime. "This is perfect! There's so many places I want to go! There's the clothes store, Yuma's Hairpins and Galore- OH!!" She looked back to her brother whom already looked exhausted. "Can we go to that one place where they measure you for custom jewelry fits?"

Her brother sighed tiredly. "You're the one leading the way."

That seemed to satisfy his sister enough as she continued to babble to herself something about fitting a custom anklet for herself since she didn't have one of those yet. However you blinked behind you at him.

"Hey. Isn't there somewhere you'd like to go?" He hummed at you. "It wouldn't be fair for us to just go where Daki wants."

He blinked surprised you'd ask that before shrugging. "I don't really care where we go. I'm not really one to hoard useless objects. I never want anything anyways."

"You must want to go somewhere. How about a sword smith? He might be able to sharpen your sycles."

"I don't need any smith. My blades never need sharpening."

"Alright. How about a clothes store? You might like some of their clothes." He grunted in annoyance. "Well...What about a black smith? Maybe you can find a new sycle?" You only got the same response. Well this was awkward. You were starting to run out of places that Gyutaro might be interested in going. "Well..." You carefully eyed his body. "..Well you can pick where we have lunch then!"

He turned to you lifting a brow. "What? Food?"

You nodded "We haven't eaten yet so you can pick where we eat! It's only fair since we're kinda dragging you everywhere."

He opened his mouth... before turning away. "Tch. Fine. If it'll make you stop nagging me about it."

"Whatever! We're going to MY favorite spots first!"

"But I wanted to go to the book store, and a toy store!"

Daki glanced back to Rui. "We can go after I make a few stops. I've been waiting longer than you have."

Rui looked back up at you. "Is she always this stubborn?"

Gyutaro snorted when Daki snapped him a look and you just smiled at her. Eventually she dragged you four along to your first stop which wasn't surprisingly a clothing store. Daki practically gushed and squealed as she dove head first into the maze of displayed fabrics and dresses. You Right behind her. It was maybe one or two hours of Daki just literally throwing anything she didn't like away from her (those poor ladies who worked there) or trying on something every two seconds before grabbing you and practically forcing you into anything she thought would look nice on you. You were surprised to find most of the dresses that she forced you into weren't something you'd trip over or something too tight. You could probably run in them if you wanted despite them obviously being expensive fancy looking. Did Daki actually listen to your opinions on dresses? Gyutaro only looked on boredly and by the end of it all he was forced into carrying four giant bags of dresses for his sister. Rui also managed to find something he liked rummaging around-

"Mother, I want this." He held up at least three kimonos that was white with spider web print..just like..every other outfit he owned.

Whatever made him happy. You carried Rui's and your items (which Daki INSISTED you get) to not burden Gyutaro with them. From there it was pretty much a predictable run through. A store that sold shoes. A store that sold hair pins. A jewelry store- You hadn't seen so much sparkling diamonds and gold and silver and pearls and rubies and other things in your life. Each and every store Gyutaro looked on boredly and just stood there watching his sister coo over everything and of course force you to try things on.

...He nearly went red when she smiled at him face lit up. You...we're having fun with his sister? That was good. Right? He didn't think anyone other than him or Douma could tolerate Daki's personality. But she seemed to genuinely like it when Daki forced a ruby studded choker around her throat before forcing a mirror into her face..and she smiled. Before looking at him..and also smiling.

Bu-BUMP

Oh no-

"I want that one." He blinked as a voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Oh. It was just the kid. He was pointing at one cabinet with glass doors used to display what looked like mainly bracelets. His pale hand pointed at one near the middle. A beautiful pink pearl bracelet. "Give it to me."

The store front, an old lady, just stared at him. Ah. She must've been the one he was looking at. She stared at him with a confused face. "Um... Young Sir, you are aware these are women's bracelets correct?"

"They don't have labels. Give me it. I want that one."

"Sir. That is a woman's bracelet made to be worn by a woman around a woman's wrist specifically." She frowned narrowing her eyes. "Which means it would be most unbecoming of a man to wear such an item. What would your parents think if they saw you in it?"

The kid stopped and stared at her..then looked over his shoulder at the two women too busy shopping to notice. "... They'll be fine with it."

"What will others think about you or your parents then? It'd be a bad stain on their reputation if they allowed their son to wear such things," she chastised with a sneer at the boy who visibly flinched at the words and yellow eyes glanced at them both. "What would happen if you ruined their status in society b-"

"Get the dam bracelet."

Both were silenced surprised that another raspy voice spoke up and turned to find almost sickly yellow eyes staring daggers right back at her. "I-... W-What?"

"Did I stutter?" She didn't move. "GIVE HIM THE FUCKING BRACELET!!"

The angry shout had the woman squealing in fright and running back into the wall and the other people in the dam place turned their eyes towards the noise instantly including two familiar faces. However strangely the boy didn't flinch and just stared at him then at the woman whom fearfully scrambled at the cabinet the door squeaking wide open. Shaking hands grabbed the pretty pink pearl bracelet and little eyes widened in awe as it was delivered to him on a silver platter. The tiny perfectly round beads feeling cool in his pale hands as he all but held the bracelet before looking back at the tall angry demon whom snorted at the woman.

"Scary father could strike fear into others for me....Yes. That's good," Rui mumbled quietly before the older demon snapped down to him.

"What?"

"Nothing but observations." Rui continued to stare in awe at him. "Very helpful ones for my family. You'll fit in."

Gyutaro blinked. "...Eh?'

"BROTHER!!" "Gyutaro!! Rui!!"

Both looked up as two women stared at the demons. Uh oh. Looks like he would be getting an earful.

"What the hell are you doing?!"

He was lucky to avoid his sister making a scene in the store by you insisting that you all just gather whatever Daki wanted and leaving to the next store which just so happened to be where Rui wanted. So everyone could calm down. Luckily Daki was satisfied with just putting everything on 'Douma's Tab' and skidaddling onwards. You weren't sure where these stores were but thankfully Daki seemed to be an expert on shopping enough to lead the way when asked and to a small book store you all went. It looked similar to the small library you had back in your village only there was many more scrolls and books lying about. Rui was like a child with a new puppy. You couldn't ever remember seeing him light up and smile so fast before taking off between the shelves and out of sight. You blinked ... before slowly walking around and viewing at everything around you.

"What's so fascinating about a bunch of books and dusty scrolls?," Daki asked looking bored already at the shelves around you.

"If you want you can just wait with Gyutaro until we're done here. It's only until Rui's finished looking around."

She mumbled something but pouted and poked at the books on the shelf. You smiled and continued on your way around the place glancing at titles. Some were ones you didn't understand some were ones you did. A Guide To Poisonous Plants. To Join A Cloud. Historica Demonca Vol. 7. One Hundred Ways To Cook Grasshoppers-

You paused... Blinking widely as a book cover was shoved into your face by paled hands. "Look Mother. I want this one!"

You blinked again registering the book in front of you before reading the book cover in front of you. "White Rose And The Creature and Other Fairytales Of Romance and Adventure?" Quite a mouthful of a title. "Where'd you get this?"

Rui pointed at a random shelf. "Between the books on hunting deer and practical uses of rocks." Well ..that was a strange place to find a fairytale book. "I want it! Please!"

"Well..I suppose so. As long as you take care of it!"

Rui seemed delighted to be getting what he wanted and he ran off to grab a few more books he wanted. You found a few you found interesting too. A few romance novels and one or two books on edible wildlife. If you ever got out of here they might be useful for traveling and living in the woods. You weren't sure how long you were in that store, but if you thought Rui went bonkers for the books then you had to literally drag him by the collar out of the toy store. The place was beautiful. Many trinkets and expertly carved out toys lined the shelves with painted faces or stitched up from beautiful cloth. Rui kept on grabbing and grabbing and grabbing things to the point you had to stop him before he tried to leave with the entire store. In short he only left with two toys max.

"But Mother! I want that plush tiger!" Rui squirmed in your hold as you deadpanned dragged him away. "And that music box and that wind up horse-"

"You're going to have to earn those before you can get more young man," you said pulling him along. "If you keep up your good grades and behave yourself then you can come back."

"But it's not ffffaaaaiiiirrrr!!" He pouted frowning. "I don't want to wait."

You groaned again. Being a mother was hard work. Gyutaro almost laughed at the entire scene. Now this definitely reminded him of someone else who acted like a spoiled brat too.

"Well I'm hungry. Let's eat! We've been walking around all day."

"That's a good idea." You turned to Gyutaro. "So where are we eating?"

He paused blinking at you. "Eh?"

"You're picking where we're eating at." You smiled. "After all, I'd love to eat with you." He blinked as you tilted your head at him. "Do you know anyplace?"

"I-...Um.......Food?"

Smack! Daki groaned facepalming herself as her brother just dumbly looked at you before she inhaled. "I remember this really great place that cooks meats right before your eyes. Remember?" Gyutaro let out an 'Oof' as his sister sharply kicked his left leg. "Douma brought me there to celebrate my first successful mission as a Kizuki." Her brother stared at her. "It's a REALLY nice place to EAT."

"Huh? OH! yes." He pointed at Daki. "T-That place!"

"Great! Where is it?"

"It's..Uh..Well I mean-"

"It's just to the right of here past the candy store."

"Yeah! There!"

"Great!" Oh dear gods he almost fainted right then and there when you looped an arm around his. "Lead the way!"

"T-T-The way? I-.." he just stared at your pretty face. "...Who are we talking about?"

"Oh for Muzan's sake!" Daki threw her hands up in defeat and walked off in the direction of the place. "Just follow me."

You did. Gyutaro nearly sweating himself to death and his face lighting up a bright pink as you leaned your head on his arm. Oh be still his beating heart. Daki lead you all to a massive moving building and you literally had to jump onto the moving platform attached to the storefront just to get to the door. These demons sure had a strange home. You weren't sure you were ever going to get used to living here. It only made you miss the outside even more. But.. otherwise you weren't complaining. Your senses were attacked by the smells of juicy meats and spices of all kinds and there in the middle of the entire place was a massive open fit full of hot burning coals, and skewered over it was two massive pigs with miniature skewers of chicken or fish varying around them. Around the massive room was other demons eating but all stopped and stared wide eyed as you all walked in. Well you couldn't blame them you guessed. Between Daki's beauty and Gyutaro's looks you supposed there would be a few stares sent their way. However you couldn't tell that most looks were actually on..

You.

An employee greeted you, offering to show you four to a table Daki immediately pointed at the one right next to the meats. You guessed she was really hungry. You and Rui made no objections to following them as you walked in the quiet place now your mind on the promise of food for your empty stomachs.

"Is that her?" A whisper asked catching the perked up ear of a particularly skinny demon.

"Yes. She's a lot smaller than I thought she would be." Another whisper answered.

"I'll say. But she's rather.... alluring. I can see why so many men would want her to themselves. I certainly wouldn't mind having her as a wife."

"Yes. So Beautiful...Do you think she would accept other suitors?" He felt his hands ball into angry fists.

" I could try my luck. I have more of a chance surely than the creature she's clinging to-"

"*HHIIISSS!!*"

Everyone practically jumped as Gyutaro snapped his head behind him and hissed rather loudly shutting down anymore conversation those two men were having and stared at him in horror. Before a soft hand gently tugged him along still growling and baring teeth at everyone.

"Here, Gyutaro. Come sit by me. You'll be calmer with food in your stomach."

In the end you just might've spared those demons' lives. As soon as you four sat down, plates of food were descended upon you from all sides probably in an order to please a Kizuki Lord and Lady. However you were a little concerned about Gyutaro's lack of appetite while eating. Despite the massive amount of food being placed in front of you all Rui and Daki seemed to be the only ones digging out bigger pieces while he just picked out bits and pieces. There was also another thing. If Gyutaro picked up something Daki showed interest in something he wouldn't take anything or make a move until his sister picked as much as she wanted picked off which left little for him. It happened with a chicken. Then another dishes. Then a rather large tray of dumplings.

"Gyutaro." He hummed looking at you as Daki again grabbed another dumpling off the tray he held out for her. "You're not eating anything and letting Daki take all the food." Daki stopped halfway through eating another one as they both looked at you. "You're not going to get enough food if you don't eat anything."

They both seemed surprised by your blunt observation but Gyutaro hummed. "She needs it more. Food's precious and there was times when there wasn't enough to go around. She needed it more than I ever did."

"But.. don't you two have access to all the food you want now?" They both just...stared at you.

"I-..." He looked back to the plate he held. "It's... always been this way." But flinched when you gently grabbed his hands and pushed the plate back to him.

"Gyutaro. Eat. Don't deprive yourself of food anymore. Eat. Ok?" He nearly passed out when a hand grabbed a dumpling from the plate and held it up to him. "Here. Start with this and eat until you're full. For me?" He continued to stare until his jaw dropped in shock and the dumpling was placed inside before gentle hands closed the jaw and ran across his mouth gently. "There. Now you have to start taking care of yourself. How are you supposed to care for someone else if you don't care for yourself?"

His face burnt a red as he continued to stare at you.....Gods. Was this what it felt like to die? If yes never let him leave this moment!!

After a while it was time to go back. Back following Daki all the way back to the Kizuki Dwell with arms full of bags and stomachs full of food. Rui happily examining the pink pearl bracelet around his wrist and fiddling with the giant plush bear he managed to make off with out of the toy store. It was a really good day, and most importantly absolutely no Douma! You just hoped he wouldn't be around when you got back.

"Thank you for showing me around. I really had a nice time, and I'm sure Rui did too." You smiled at Gyutaro outside of his room.

"Uh.." Daki gave another kick to his leg. "Ow! Uh!...I meant Y-Yes. Nice day! Good."

You smiled again. "It's getting late. Rui has school tomorrow so I should probably get him to bed. I'm happy to spend time with you and Daki. Let's go out again sometime. This time maybe I can decide where we go."

"Um. Sure. O-Ok."

"Good night, Gyutaro. Make sure you eat your fill from now on. Ok?"

"Yeah."

He mumbled out watching as you turned with a smile on your face. Walking away and taking Rui with you disappearing around a corner. A hammering in his chest and tightness in his heart he was sure Daki could absolutely feel. Perhaps...this wasn't too bad after all. You made it back to your room and almost had to fight Rui to sleep as he didn't want to go to bed after the fun day he had. However he changed his tune when you threatened to not read him anymore stories from the books, he got quiet real quick and almost dove into his room to his bed. At last...peace and quiet. You didn't spot any exits but you did however not have any interactions with Douma again so that was a plus. With a triumphant smile, you climbed back into you bed and sighed as sleep slowly took you into it's embrace. Safe from empty rainbow irises.

Oh. How fate loved to toy with you.

The next morning you had no problems with waking up when Rui was sent off to school again. Just smiling and contently getting up from your bed when all good feelings were whisked away as something jabbed your side under the covers. Annoyed, you fished your hand under the blankets until you plucked it out but nearly dropped it as soon as you saw it. Sitting there in your hand was a beautiful lotus bloom hair comb. The same one Douma gave you. You sat there stunned looking at it. What the- WHAT WAS THIS DOING HERE!? You gave this back to Douma! What was it doing IN YOUR BED?! You must've not noticed it because you were really tired last night. Purple eyes looked up and stared stunned at what they saw. A perfectly wrapped pink box stood in one corner of the room pushed aside. What the- Why was THAT still here?! You thought he would've taken the box with him!! Why did he leave it here?! Didn't he take the hint you bluntly said?!

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!!

You paused in the middle of throwing the comb as a couple of loud knocks came from the door making you pause and blink. ...No way that was Rui. He was already off to school. Maybe it was one of the servants coming to deliver your breakfast or maybe it was one of the siblings or Enmu? That had you perking up and walking over to the door as the knocks continued. The door slid open and you peered out...only to blink as you met the red shirt covering a toned chest and looked up at two rainbow irises.

"Ah.~ Good mor-"

SLAM!!

The door was slammed shut right in his face as he blinked...and closed his mouth. "...-ning." More loud knocks were heard as he knocked again. "My darling fiance.~ Dearest!~ Oh my darling, please open the door.~ I have a wonderful meal waiting for us in my room. You'd love the view. Let us talk and discuss why you're so cranky all the time. You'd find me super helpful like everyone else does."

There was silence inside the room .. before footsteps approached and he smiled as the door was slid back open- Something hard was shoved into his chest he fumbled about to catch the pink box and he blinked at the now slightly smashed in box in his hands. Before he looked back up to your scowling, tired face- Something else hit his chest just above the box, before it tumbled down to thud onto the floor by his feet. A lotus flower smiling up at him.

SLAM!!

The door was once again slammed shut in his face without even a word and leaving him to stand there holding the box in his hands. Silence rang out as he just stared at them both blankly, tilting his head confused....she still didn't like what he got her? But he made sure to pick them very carefully this time AND with other women's help. Huh. ...Did he come at a bad time again? He thought surely if he let her sleep in and get plenty of rest she'd be less cranky. Was it something someone else did? He should find out the exact problem.

"Darling, if you were unhappy with the gifts then you should've said something." More knocks tapped on the door. "We can discuss what you'd really like me to grace you with if you'd just open the door." The door was slid open and he poked his head inside. "Dear?..Where did you wonder off to?"

Down the hallway a different sliding door slowly and quietly slid open just enough for you to poke your head out. Douma seemed confused by your sudden disappearance and entered your room. Once he fully walked inside you slowly slid out of the doorway making sure to close it behind you to cover your tracks and turned to quickly tiptoe run your escape down the hallway. Thank the GODS Rui's room was connected to yours! All you had to do was slip into his room and exit out his door leading out into the hallway. Wasn't a perfect plan but it was enough for you to get away for now. Quickly you ran around the corner and down another hallway trying to put as much distance between you and Douma as possible. What the hell was that guy doing back here?! Couldn't he take a hint?! What if he was already chasing you?! Against better judgement you peered behind you-

"AH!!"

You collided with something hard but also soft-ish causing both you to loose your balance and fall to the floor. Someone else stumbled back but didn't fall. Instead the other person blinked as you groaned on the ground.

"Oh my. What a pretty fall you took.~ I do hope you didn't hurt yourself too much.~"

You blinked looking up and staring into familiar teal eyes. "Enmu? " you sighed. "Am I glad to see you." You pushed yourself up from where you fell down and brushed yourself off. "What are you doing here?"

"I just returned to grab a few things before I check my railways. I'm in charge of them you know, so as such I have to be sure my little worker ants of Conductors and workers are doing well in my absence." He tilted his head at you. "What are you doing here so early? You're usually still in your room."

"Uh.." you glanced behind you. Still no signs of Douma but that didn't mean he wouldn't be here any moment. "I was.. Looking for you actually." You looked back to him calmly.

He seemed to perk up at this. "Oh. Did you perhaps have a question about your blood?~ Or perhaps you're experiencing another change in your body you wished to tell me?~"

What he wasn't expecting was for you to grab his shoulders, narrow your eyes, and in a serious voice say- "Take me with you."

He blinked. "I beg pardon?"

"I want to spend time with you. Take me with you to see your trains. I haven't really ridden on one until Kaigaku made me so it'd be nice to just see what they're like." You saw him perk up with a hum. "Besides...you said I need to lower my stress levels. I'm not going to do that cooped up here. So let me go with you."

He seemed to think about that for a moment before humming and looking at you. "Well...I shouldn't really take you out of the Infinity Castle..but if you promise to stay with me and come back later then I can make an exception just this once."

"Done! I wouldn't leave Rui behind anyways!" You nervously looked behind your shoulder again. Douma could show up any moment. "When are you going?''

"Well I was going to drop off a few things at Master's lab first, maybe take care of some paperwork. I suppose I could wait until I get back to do those things but they're pretty important. I don't think-"

"We're going now!"

He again blinked at you. "Begonia. You don't seem to realize how this works." You narrowed your eyes. "I don't have any other choice."

"Oh I disagree."

"You don't understand again. There's no way you can ma- HHHAAAAHH!!"

He squealed out as you leaned down and just did what you usually did back when something needed to be moved back in your village. Just throw it over your shoulder and move it. Which was literally what you did to Enmu. He squealed finding himself thrown over your left shoulder and your arms gripping onto his legs before you stomped off down the hall quickly. Immediately his face lit up a red.

"We're going NOW...Hm." You gently went up and down on your knees a few times weighing him on your shoulder. "...Wow. You really are lighter than you look....Enmu?"

His face burnt a red as he maniacally giggled. "If it's wrong for a woman to sweep a man off his feet then never let me call myself a man again.~"

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kithes4yuta · 2 years

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Pairing: Boyfriend! Wheeler Yuta x you!!

Warnings: None, fluffy <33

W/C: 729

Grand Slam was today, the numbers on your watch pacing at 3:37 PM. A sigh elicits your mouth as your eyes flutter closed, throwing yourself onto the small couch in your changing room. Your heartbeat speeding as you feel a presence.

"Hey, babe." Your boyfriend, Wheeler Yuta, said as he presses a kiss onto your forehead. "Hey, baby!" You blurt out, still obviously startled. Yuta chuckles as he realized you were still shaken up. A hand placing onto your back as he rubs it to calm you down.

"Sorry for scaring you, I didn't know you were asleep."

"I was awake, Yoots. Don't worry about it, you didn't scare me."

He beams a small smile, a signature move from the ravenette man. Wheeler wraps one of his arms around your waist as he pulls you off the small sofa you were residing on. "Lets get you all dolled up, babe." He says as he interlaces his fingers with yours.

As the two of you walk through the hallways of the Artur Ash stadium you bump into Sariyah, one of your long time friends from when you were in WWE, a small smile appears on your face as you greet her. "Hey Sari! Wait, Sari?" A thousand words cloud your mind, as you start to pull your hand away from Wheeler's to wrap Sariyah into a hug.

"Oh! This was supposed to be a secret!"

"Oops, I'll keep this hush-hush. Don't worry!"

"You weren't supposed to know in general! Plus, you're a blabber mouth!"

You gasped in a reaction of fake shock, pulling away from the hug. A hand slips over to the small of your back, it was Yuta's. The taller man shoots you a small smile, a mutual signal between the two of you meaning that we should go.

"Bye, Sari! I'll see you later."

"Good luck on your match, love!"

Your smile shined like diamonds in the sun to Yuta. He reddened as soon as he had realized that you caught him staring. A hand, your hand, made its way to his. Interlacing your fingers with his as you began your stroll backstage to the make-up station.

"Oh! Hey Y/N!" Said one of your favorite stylists, Erika.

"Hello, Eri!" You responded, yanking Yuta with you as you sped walked to her. A small yelp elicits out of his mouth causing you to stop in your tracks, a wave of concern hit you.

"You okay, Yoots?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. You just startled me."

"I'm sorry, my love."

"It's fine."

"Ew, stop being like Sammy and Tay." Erika interrupted the sweet moment between the two of you. Chuckles erupting from the other side of the room, you roll your eyes.

An ass soon makes its way to a chair as Erika gets your hair ready. Yuta crouches a bit before he speaks, well, more so whispers. "I'm going to get ready, I'll be in the locker room. I love you." His lips connect with yours before he leaves.

"You really love him, don't you?" Erika asks, their eyebrow cocks in your direction as a huge smile plasters on your face. "I do, I really fucking do." You say catching a breath as you knew you were going to ramble on about Yuta.

"Like we got room service yesterday and I hate talking to people so he picks up the phone and orders my room service for me! Last week we were at my dad's house and Yuta shook his hand and asked about my dad's football team winning! I never even told him my dads favorite team!" You stopped to take a breather.

"I write him love letters when we aren't with each other. Whenever he holds my hand its like my stomach has a little earthquake. His laugh is my favorite song, especially when he laughs at my jokes. I love the way he pokes his tongue out of the corner of his mouth when he's focused in training. I love his eyes. I love his smile. God, his smile! It's like he is an angel and this is his way of making me believe in God. He's so... Perfect."

"You two are the definition of she fell first but he fell harder."

"She is right." Yuta says, before going back to going on his phone.

"Wait, you were here the whole time?"

"Heard everything, babe."

#simp era #i love yuta #wheeler yuta x reader #wheeler yuta x you #aew x reader #aew x you

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genderqueerdykes · 1 year

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hi! i'm (part of) a system and i was wondering if it's ok to ask for your opinion on a dyadic (i think that's the right word for someone that is not intersex?) afab plural person identifying as transmascfem? i like the label and i feel like it could suit me, since i have both transmasc and transfem alters and realized i'm not fully comfy identifying as only transmasc bc. idk i just feel like my transition is more than that? like for a while i only viewed myself as male but now that i've interacted with more trans people i feel like i'm much more in touch with my femininity. and it doesn't feel like going backwards to my agab bc. i'm not a cis girl, i'm a girl but like in the trans 2 way ifykwim? like i'm moving forwards. i haven't started hormones or anything so this r just my inner feelings but still. but ofc i wouldn't like to use a label not meant for me!

sorry this got rambly eheh ^_^ i really appreciate what u do and either way it's rlly nice to see other systems w funky genders out there <33 hope u have a nice day!!

hello there!i think this is a good question!

plurality definitely complicates feelings when it comes to transness- often times it's hard to feel just transmasc or transfem when you have so many other people to account for in the mix. it is okay for dyadic/perisex people to identify as transmascfem if you are transitioning in both directions at once! if you feel as though you are transitioning into manhood and womanhood, or masculinity and femininity, at the same time, the term very well can suit you!

having both transfem and transmasc alters in a system can make labeling difficult, so i hope you're able to sort things out! either way it is okay for perisex people to identify as transfemasc, as long as you are transitioning in both masc and fem ways, be it socially, hormones, dress, behavior, voice, etc. hope that helps!

take care, good luck with everything and thank you so much!! you are so kind, we love being a system with funky genders >:3

#asks #answers #plurality

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mushrubes · 2 years

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Serenity ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

Prompt list one!

Masterlist | Prompt Masterlist

I’m taking requests!

Respond to this with a character and number(s) and I’ll write an imagine for it!!

Fluff :

1. “Hey–what’re you hiding behind your back?” ( used here )

2. “All I care about is you.” ( used here )

3. “Let’s just stay here–I don’t ever want to move.” ( used here )

4. “I had a nightmare . . . can I stay with you tonight?” (used here )

5. God, I’m so glad you’re alright.” ( used here )

6. “Oh my god, I’m in love with an adult man-child.” ( used here )

7. “Hold my hand.” ( used here )

8. “I heard you say my name in your sleep.” ( used here )

9. “Here, lay down. I’ll stay until you feel safe enough for me to go.” ( used here )

10. “You’re too good for me.” ( used here )

11. “Hey–it’s okay. I’m here; I’m safe. And fine–see? Everything’s alright now.” ( used here and here )

12. “Ow! What did I do this time?!” ( used here )

13. “You may be a jerk, but you’re my jerk.” ( used here )

14. “I love you and all, but you’re really stretching your luck right now.” ( used here )

15. “Why do you have to look at me like that? It’s making me weak, please stop.” ( used here )

16. “I can’t stop thinking about you.” (Used here )

17. “Look at me. I love you.” ( used here )

18. “What took you so long? I missed you…” ( used here )

19. “I never thought I’d be so lucky, especially not in this lifetime.” ( used here )

20. “I’m asking because I’ve seen the way you look at me.” ( used here )

21. “I think I’m in love with you and I don’t know what to do.” ( used here )

22. “I fell for you without even knowing it and, jesus, does it hurt that you can’t see it.” ( used here )

23. “You are more than you think of yourself. You’re everything to me.” (used here )

24. “You’re the best thing that has, and ever will, happen to me.”

( used here )

25. “I think you need to tell me the truth about how you feel towards me.”

( used here )

26. “You keep saying that we’re friends but you look at me for a moment too long for that to be true.” ( used here )

27. “I would honestly die before I let anything happen to you.” (used here)

28. “You’re the only person I’ve ever actually wanted to spent the rest of my life with.” (used here)

29. “Please come home, this doesn’t feel right.”

30. “Are you awake? Oh my god I was so worried, holy shit I thought I was going to lose you.” ( Used here )

31. “Don’t think about anything. Just tell me that you love me and hold me tighter.” ( used here )

32. “I know you think we aren’t right for each other, but we’ve run into each other too many times for you to tell me that this isn’t fate.” ( used here )

33. “Don’t blame it on the alcohol, you tasted like you wanted me.” ( used here )

34. “You keep that photo of us in your wallet?” ( used here )

35. “If anything happens to me, remember that I’ll always love you.”

( used here )

36. “Don’t pretend that you don’t feel the same way.” ( Used here )

37. “They told me that you’d break my heart but, holy shit, they never said it’d feel like this.”

38. “Don’t act innocent, you had me pinned underneath you 5 minutes ago.” ( used here )

39. “I just want you to be happy, even if your happiness doesn’t include me, I just want you happy.” ( used here )

40. “You don’t know half of the things you do to me.” ( used here )

41. “I love how you look in my shirt.”

42. “You’re unbelievable cute when you’re tired.” ( used here )

43. “I am so proud of you.” ( used here )

44. “Are you jealous? That’s cute.” ( used here )

45. “Oh, God. We’re one of those couples, aren’t we? Ugh–I hate us!”

46. “Shut up and kiss me, you idiot.” ( used here )

47. “Dance with me! C’mon, it’ll be fun!” ( used here )

48. “Did you seriously just climb through my window?” ( Used here )

49. “I’ll catch you–trust me! … So I dropped you one time–we don’t have the time to argue about this!” ( used here )

50. “I love you. Never forget that, okay?” ( used here )

Angst ;

51. “Please, just stay a little longer.” ( used here )

52. “Am I going to die?” ( used here )

53. “Why won’t you admit it!” ( used here )

54. “Please don’t cry.” ( used here )

55. “I would’ve died for you.” ( used here )

56. “You almost died! And for what?” ( used here )

57. “I’m just tired of this. I’m tired of it all.”

58. “Don’t look at me like that, I don’t want pity.” ( used here )

59. “I wish I could fix this.” ( used here )

60. “You hurt me and I still trusted you.” ( Used here )

61. “Don’t be sorry, it was no ones fault.” ( used here )

62. “I’ve spent all this time wondering and worrying about you. You didn’t think of me once?” ( used here )

63. “You’re angry with me, I know.” ( used here )

64. “I know, but you didn’t have to use her like that!” ( used here )

65. “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.” ( used here )

66. “We can start over. I’ll do anything, everything can be perfect. Just please don’t leave me.” ( used here )

67. “You could’ve told me, or helped me! Anything other than what you actually did!” ( used here )

68. “The only thing I can do is love you!” ( used here )

69. “There hasn’t been a day I didn’t think of you and it’s starting to hurt.”

70. “It was always you. No matter how many times I disagreed, it was always you.” ( used here )

71. “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday. It’s pathetic.” ( Used here )

72. “It was a mistake and I know I can never fix this.” ( used here )

73. “I hope it hurts to think of me.” ( used here )

74. “Don’t make me fall in love again.” ( used here )

75. “I thought I didn’t miss you, but then I saw your photo.” ( Used here )

76. “I don’t know how to love someone without hurting them.”

77. “I just wanted to see you one last time.”

78. “Hold me. Don’t ever let go.” ( used here )

79. “I came here to apologize.” ( used here )

80. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”

81. “Please don’t abandon me–not like everyone else.” (used here)

82. “Why would you do something like this?!” ( used here )

83. “Why do you do this to yourself?” ( used here )

84. “It’s always been you. It will always be you.” ( used here )

85. “I’ve seen how much you really care–don’t pretend like you don’t.” ( used here )

86. “You could have died! I could have lost you!” ( used here )

87. “I don’t know if you’ll ever be able to understand just how much I love you.” ( used here )

88. “Do you ever think about me?” ( used here )

89. “I’m sorry. None of this should have ever happened–this is all my fault.” ( used here )

90. “I don’t want anyone besides you.”

91. “I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner.” ( used here )

92. “This is all your fault.” ( used here )

93. “If you walk away right now, don’t ever come back. And I mean it–ever.” ( used here )

94. “I need you more than I need air.”

95. “Just hold on–you hear me? You’re not dying like this. Not here; not now!” ( used here )

96. “I’m not worthy of you. I’ll never be. You’re too good for me.” ( used here )

97. “Do you think of them when you kiss me?”

98. “Just because you’re a jackass doesn’t mean I hate you.” ( used here )

99. “I would die for you and not regret a thing.” ( used here )

100. “I love you–can’t you see that?” ( used here )

enjoy! :D

- Mars <3

#fluff #angst #stranger things #dsmp #masterlist #prompts #100 prompts #requests #imagines #steve harrington #wilbur soot #dream smp #st

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yakultstanreblog · 27 days

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writing can definitely be a very demanding hobby/occupation with all the criticism and feedback that goes into creating prose that is meant to be published.

in my opinion, the most important quality of great writers isn't eloquence, it's the ability to convey an important message to your readers. i've read a lot of your work, and i feel like each poem helps me understand you and catch glimpses of your struggles.

it's normal to be anxious and worry about the outcome, but even the opportunity to do something you're passionate about and share your words with others is something you can be grateful for! even if the feedback is too harsh, or the impact isn't as desired, i admire your attempt to move forward in spite of how difficult it might seem.

good luck!!

ahhhhh thank you so much!!!!

I mean I more have just started writing in recent months as a way to like get outta my head a little/stay afloat (which is somewhat working as I’m not completely driving myself into the ground like have over the past 10 years) - I don’t really aspire for writing to be a career for me in any way (I couldn’t think of anything worse, I think bc I need to do everything at my own pace) I just thought what’s the harm in submitting bc I coincidentally saw their application & knew it was quite a reputable publishing house in my city and for some reason they decided to select some to publish! which I find super cool!! and cool to have something to my name if I did decide to continue on with it, though unsure if I would.. and a part of me really does want to hear feedback to know how I can improve from a technical standpoint but another part of me struggles w all that (also when it comes to academics I’ve never rlly had to face criticisms before bc it’s one of the only things that comes naturally to me so while it’s a new feeling, I’m super grateful for it as it’s cool to be able to actually improve!)

honestly the feedback wasn’t harsh at all and was incredibly minimal like they were mostly happy with everything as it was, just one poem I feel like they misunderstood my message ig so my brain just catastrophises everything!! I’m not so much anxious as I am overwhelmed but it’s not because it’s particularly overwhelming it’s just bc my nervous system is a wreck and a buzzing fly could overwhelm me at this point lol.

Thank you so much for this message. I appreciate it heaps <33 and thank you for reading my writing!!!!

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felixlombard · 8 months

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BASIC INFORMATION

Name: Felix Lombard

Title(s): N/A

Referred to as: Mr. Lombard

Nickname(s): “Lucky” (short for “Lucky Luciano” if you’re American; just a play on his given name if you’re not)

Age: 33 (3 October 1890)

Gender: Cisgender man

Sexual orientation: Heterosexual

Occupation: Professional sport shooter

Nationality: Mexican-American

Religion: Catholic

Class: Middle class (formerly working class)

Place of birth: San Antonio, Texas, United States of America

Hometown: As above (always on the move)

Faceclaim: Diego Calva

PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION

Height: 5’11”

Weight: 75 kg

Build: Lean and rangy; strong and steady on his feet

Distinguishing marks: None (just that winning smile)

Hair colour: Dark brown

Hair style: Flopulous but in a boyish way. Growing a little long but doesn’t get in his eyes. Not unkempt so much as dashingly wind-tousled all the time (yes, even on windless days).

Eye colour: Hazel

Clothing: His one good leather jacket everywhere he can possibly wear it. Otherwise, denim or heavy cotton trousers and wool shirts. His ties are more rayon or wool than silk, and his boots have rubber soles for better grip. Prefers a flatcap to the traditionally expected Stetson. He doesn’t want to be pushing it too far.

Scent(s): Regular hotel room soap (changes with the season), leather and motor oil, more the smell of detergent he uses to clean his pistol than the gunshot residue itself.

Accent: Southern American (think Tejano English)

PERSONALITY

Summary: Not a showman by nature, Felix is always the person at the back of the room who’s smiling into his drink while someone else whispers the naughty suggestions into the ears of others. Having been taught invisibility is a virtue, his less-noble instincts have to find an outlet somewhere. (And no, having a long-standing affair, culminating in a tempestuous marriage with his hosts’ maid was hardly enough.) At his best, he is a loyal friend and a consummate professional. Maud and he are a pair of aces, a well-choreographed dance that either brightens the party or sets the room on fire. In hard times, he becomes hopeless and desperate. Composure turns into cold-heartedness; his ability to bring out the best in others a diving rod for their weaknesses. Everything in life becomes a game, people divisible into teammates and opponents. And shooting has always been a solo sport.

Virtues: determined, easy-going, flirtatious, meticulous, noble

Vices: enabling, evasive, fatalistic, profligate, reckless

Moral alignment: Chaotic Neutral

Natal chart: N/A

Habits: TBA

Character tropes: TBA. Picture the perfectly proportioned mix of Bond and Le Chiffre from Casino Royale (2006).

FAMILY TIES

Parents: Rafael and Gabriela Castillo

Sibling(s): N/A

Spouse: Maud Lombard (née Harkin)

Child/ren: N/A

MISCELLANEOUS HEADCANONS

“Lucky” Lombard is purely his professional name, not that he’s ashamed of being just Felix Castillo. His parents emigrated from Tepic to San Antonio to escape growing religious tensions, and he’s thrown himself into his new American life and never looked back.

Competes in the men’s 30m Rapid Fire Pistol category with a Smith & Wesson with fixed sights. Has a good run (fourth in the Olympics is a better outcome than laymen think) and his pan-European win of 1922 was the last high of an eight-year career. He has gotten used to being able to live off sponsorships and prize winnings, spending extra whenever there’s something to celebrate.

Has been on a slippery slope of bad luck that he fears might be comeuppance for his winning streak. Overconfidence made him bet on himself in South America, and then the car accident followed. Now he absolutely cannot tell Maud how bad their money problems are (their relationship hasn’t been honest like that for a while), but he also feels the pressure to keep spending like nothing’s happened.

Drives a 1921 Gardner convertible (seats five, thank you very much) that took a big bite out of his savings and was his pride and joy until he got into an argument with Maud and nearly ran them off a cliff.

Essentially a “wife guy” even though the marriage is perennially on the rocks. His temper is slow to rise and runs righteous, not ugly, which is how he’s defended it to himself all these years. He sees people in rocky, unsalvageable marriages, women reduced to shadows of their husbands and thanks God it’s not him and Maud. (As if what they have is so much better.)

Calls her “Dora” because she might as well be a snake charmer (encantadora de serpientes). She’s like a Valkyrie come down above. She won’t stand for complacency; she’s so ambitious it burns; she’s sex personified; she’s his whole heart.

Poor reader; excellent dancer. Always the first to nudge the needle of the record player or fan the flames of a deliciously bad idea. Measured and level-headed, he gives good advice and is a patient friend. His only weakness is his wife.

Met Maud when he was in England for a competition and a benefactor took him to a party at Montmere House. He kept finding excuses to come back. That ugly uniform be damned, she had bewitched him (body and soul, etc. etc.). He still dreams of her, but they’re more like nightmares now. Having come close once to killing her, the thought is constant and intrusive.

Sometimes, in the fantasy, she’s pointing a pistol back at him; other times, he pulls the trigger. He’d give anything for it to not come true, but he sees the way she looks at him. All that love reduced to resentment and recrimination, like he conned her into choosing this life and he’s the one who let her down, and it just makes him so angry.

WANTED PLOTS

Always on the lookout for the next business venture or one, sure gamble that will get him out of dire straits. Aite is the easy bet, but his ears are wide open.

#bio

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sunshinetoshi · 3 years

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after getting past the first few quests you honestly could get by in genshin not following the story JUST SAYING and if you DO do the stories/quests and interact with characters, the voice acting is so well done

congrats on the head start but i am once again judging you for your draft count. i don't even know what it is, i just know it's bad BUT ALSO I'M A HYPOCRITE bc the fact that we've been getting more writing lately??? soulmate aus are so sweet i'm in love

and no you're right we absolutely do not need to go down that rabbit hole... but boundaries are boundaries!! yes!!!

i also finally found a place!! finally, real place to buy decor for akjdhg

-🍁

oooo okay then when i make space in my phone and get a grasp on my schedule i will try it (i'm so excited for all the va's i'll recognize HAHA if my ears are able to pick up on em ajhddj)

😳😳 oops - i'll do a draft count reveal (i mean ANOTHER one help) when i am below like 50 or something basically when the end is in sight LMAO. but yeah!! i noticed that too i have been writing quite a bit more than usual idk why haha hopefully this wave of creativity stays so i can finish requests ajdjdj

rabbit hole what rabbit whole we are focused on the future and manifesting what's meant for us 😌😌 nervous laughter

and congratulations omg 🖤🖤 that's great ahh now the fun part is finally here HAHA (i am expecting you to say you put up a starstruck poster and kpop standee now bestie BAHAHAH joking bb)

#good luck w moving in and everything <33 #amaya chitter chatters #amaya and 🍁anon

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bittersweetmorality · 3 years

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— chuuya boyfriend headcannons (sfw & nsfw)+ drabble

☾ genre: SFW and NSFW Headcannons (NSFW section is marked-- 18+)

☾ pairing: Nakahara Chuuya x GN!reader (reader is given the name ‘mommy’ in the drabble)

☾ warnings: none for the SFW– general smut for the NSFW ??

☾ w/c: 1,978 words

☾ a/n: hey lol :D as a certified chuuya fucker, i just had to. i literally have like three other chuuya drafts that i’m currently working on. hopefully they turn out like i want and i can post them bc :| the chuuya tag is starving. anyway i hope i can populate it just a tad. thanks for reading bugs !

— SFW

lemme start off by saying that he will treat yo ass RIGHT. ON MY MOMMA.

not to bring his trauma into this already but :| my man has major abandonment issues. he will not do anything to jeopardize your relationship, and he honestly just values your happiness above anything else

you just know how much he cares about the fellow members of the mafia– even though they don’t requite the same amount of love that he gives them, he still loves them wholeheartedly

even dazai

little shit

his love language is definitely touch and gift-giving. no i don’t accept criticism because i’m right

you’re telling me he wouldn’t absolutely spoil you with expensive gifts ?? mans is a mafia executive– he’s making hella bank, and he is spending it all on you

he’s also definitely a pretty clingy significant other, but good luck trying to get him to admit that :|

his life is… well… yaknow

there’s always a lot going on there..... he’s stresst

he wants nothing more than to just hold you in his arms after a long day-- especially if he just came back from a hard day at work

times like this are when he’s most clingy-- he feels like he almost lost you, and now he never wants to let you go

many, many times he’s fallen asleep like this; you’re basically suffocating in his grip as his eyelids flutter closed, either on the couch or your bed

but of course you’re not going to complain

and he’s so glad you don’t

he’s also the type to almost never explicitly say that he loves you at first, it’s simply not something that comes naturally to him

instead he indulges in his love languages profusely, and he just hopes you get the message

he’s also afraid that you’ll leave him if he says something like that, so for a long time he doesn’t :(

so when you come home to a bottle of expensive wine wrapped in an exquisite red ribbon, you know he just wants to tell you how much he loves you

eventually, of course he’s comfortable with you enough to say it, and it comes completely natural

and since he’s such a romantic, he says it every morning when you wake up, and before you go to bed without fail

he’s definitely the type to show you off too

like, as he’s having a conversation with someone, he’ll suddenly get really loud when talking about you so everyone within a three-mile radius can hear

“well, you see i would go out drinking with you tonight, but i actually have a date. with my partner. you know them, right? here’s a picture i took of them a few days ago, just look a-”

also: biggest hype man

you could open a jar of jam and he’d be like “holy shit, you go babe”

nakahara chuuya kiss me rn challenge

anyway, basically he’ll love and support you no matter what

like truly you’re like a walking ray of sunshine to him

anyway !!!! DATES !!!!!!!

dates with chuuya are planned. always.

like i SAID he’s a hopeless ROMANTIC MY GOD

he absolutely loves picking you up at your doorstep and taking you for a ride around town on his motorcycle

speaking of which, your arms wrapping around his middle and squeezing him tight as he drives the bike is literally his favorite thing in the world. oh my god you’re going to make him melt

and i know for a fact your first kiss with him was after he dropped you off at your door when your first date was at its end

it was almost completely perfect honestly, except when your faces were just mere inches from one another, his hat bumped into your forehead and fell to the ground

baby was so embarrassed-- he went bright red and picked up his hat, basically shielding his face

he just wanted the date to be completely perfect– and it was!! until that happened

but obviously you just let out a light giggle and pulled him against you, and he quickly closed the gap between your lips

also, chuuya sleeps in

he sleeps a lot <33

that being said he loves lazy mornings

it’s well past 11, but you’re still laying in his arms– who is he to get up?? and disturb the peace??????

he will not.

also!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

i can’t even emphasize this enough, but please comb your fingers through his hair

there’s a chance he might melt into a puddle on the spot and never recover but still

on the rare occasion where he’s the little spoon--

(which, speaking of which, @dazai-centric has a headcannon that chuuya always insists on being the big spoon no matter what, but on rare occasions he lets himself be wrapped up in your arms and THEY’RE ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.)

anyway, so on this rare occasion

where his head is basically buried in the junction between your shoulder and your neck, and you just rake your fingers through his hair softly

he dead. dead as hell.

and ERRRRM. kisses with him are just……… wow…………

naturally, he always wants to be the best at everything-- it’s just his personality

and kisses are no exception

he has to be the BEST

and he is

so, kisses are always so passionate and rough

okay hold on maybe this should go under the NSFW category 😐

ANYWAY!!!! 19472946/10 boyfriend

— NSFW

so rough sex is very common for y’all 😁

he likes to take his frustrations out from the day like this, and honestly you don’t complain

he definitely has a high sex drive so 😁

obviously you have an established safe-word and talk about everything before anything transpires because the LAST thing he wants is to hurt you in any way

but if you ask him to spank you he is definitely not gunna say no <3 chuuya said spanking kink

speaking of kinks

bondage xoxo

this goes both ways— he likes to tie your wrists to the headboard with rope and tie your legs down if you’re okay with it

for him, he likes his wrists cuffed to the bed

but he definitely doesn’t like all of his power stripped away by having him completely tied up

also he loves eye contact

that’s why missionary and mating press are his favorite positions <3

he likes to grab you by the jaw and make you look at him when he’s fucking you

“hey, hey, princess what did we say? if you want to cum, look me in the eyes when i fuck you, yeah?”

he loves praise and degradation equally

but if you’re degrading him don’t go too far :((

degrade slightly him while he’s on the bottom and he’s putty in your hands

now, if you praise him while he’s on top, get ready to not be able to walk for the next 3-5 business days because that’ll feed his ego a LOOOT

and he’ll just get lost in the moment because he loves you....... so much

he degrades you slightly, but only during foreplay

he calls you his little slut, or his whore

“aw, so wet for me and we’re barely getting started, doll. such a little whore, aren’t you?”

when you actually get into it, it’s all praise from him

he wants you to know how important you are to him, how good you feel and just everything on his mind

he loses his filter in the moment awn god

“so fucking perfect, i only want you. you’re mine. god, you feel so fucking good.”

he loves to hear you too-- it really feeds his ego

but sometimes if he’s really had a rough day, he’ll make you gag on his finger or wrap his hand around your neck

he doesn’t squeeze too hard nor genuinely make you gag, he just likes the way your eyes are barely able to meet his because he’s making you feel so good

but ANYWAY pet names are a MUST with him

he calls you doll, sweetheart, princess, baby, dove, doll

basically every sweet name under the sun during sex

he likes you to call him sir 😁

this man has no shame when it comes to noise

like absolutely none

since he’s possessive, he wants people to know he’s fucking you, and how good he feels because of you

no one else can make him feel that way and he wants everyone to know

so he’s LOOOUUUDD,,,, especially in your ear

he likes leaning down and moaning in your ear, just to get a reaction out of you

he makes fun of you for it later on, and you have his full permission to smack that smug little smirk off his face

but the amount of times you had to stop mid-way because y’all got knocks on your door from your neighbours 😐 they’re so sick of y’all

on average, you have sex at least 4 times a week

that’s not including quickies tho

did i mention that chuuya loves quickies <3

especially when it’s in his office and he fucks you on his desk

and because he doesn’t care who hears him-- you bet your ass the entire Port Mafia has heard you

he likes to go down on you for quickies more than actual sex, and he will respectfully never decline a blowjob

because he’s a gentleman

anyway

sorry to any of y’all who have a breeding kink,,, but chuuya definitely does not

he’s so afraid of having kids

moving on

onto sub!chuuya

did somebody say SWITCH 🤨☝️

chuuya did <3

now for a long time he doesn’t really let his submissive side out because,,, it’s a really vulnerable part of him yaknow?

but after a while, and after he’s completely trusted you to take care of him like that

oh boy

bottom bitch <3

still loud as HELL

except it’s less of moaning and more of whining

he’s such a whiner

and a brat

mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mommy kink mo

also i don’t really know how else to describe it but-- if you force him to look you in the eyes and use a stern tone

..........dead. dead as hell.

now take this drabble as a tribute to sub!chuuya

“and why should i listen to you? what are you gunna do?” chuuya furrowed his brows at you, as if he was challenging you.

“aw, baby,” you leaned down from your position of straddling him, caging his head between your arms. “you still have so much to say even though your hands are handcuffed to the bed. so bold, aren’t you?” you stroked his lower lip gently, and he whimpered lowly in response.

suddenly, you sat up, getting into a position to prepare to get up off of him completely, “but, you’re right. what am i going to do? i guess i’ll just leave you here for the rest of the night. go-”

“WAIT!! NO- I-” he bit his lip to stop any more words from escaping him.

“’wait’? is there something you wanna say, baby?” your legs trapped his once again.

“... please.”

he averted your gaze, and you reached down to grip his jaw sternly, moving his head to face you completely.

“please what?”

no answer.

“you know i can’t read your mind, baby. you’re going to have to use your w-”

“please fuck me.” the words tumbled out of his mouth, almost too quickly to even be audible, still, your lips shifted into a gentle smile.

but you weren’t completely content with him yet.

“and what’s my name?”

“...mommy.”

“and you want mommy to fuck you, is that right?”

“...yes. please...”

you planted a passionate kiss onto his lips, and upon breaking it, you shifted closer to his ear.

“well, i can’t say no since you asked so nicely, now can i?”

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years

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hello there :) i saw that requests are open, and i’ve had something on my mind so i thought i would ask! it’s okay if you have your plate full, dont worry about this at all its just teeny :]

what would you think about a survivor who was a ballet dancer before the entity’s realm? you can take this any way you want, though i’ll suggest a few things if you want framework (feel free to ignore them). bear with me im so bad at requests lol idk how to phrase them haha

if you want suggestions, could we maybe get headcanons for the survivor/reader with quentin, jake, frank, and/or danny? you can choose any of them if all is too many, or you can do whatever characters not listed that you want, i dont mind :D just kind of how they would interact, how the survivor does in trials, their habits, etc etc. whatever comes to mind.

thanks for just reading my request, i really appreciate it! your writing is lovely. have a great day <3

Of course! Thank you for such a sweet request <33

Ballet Dancer HCS w/Killers & Survivors

Quentin Smith

- Dancing was one of the few things you still remembered before being taken by the entity, it was a form of safety for you, something that reminded you of home.

- So every now and then, when you have a moment of peace, you go and dance

- It was during one of the brief resting periods between trials when Quentin found out

- Most of the survivors were gone, and he was growing bored and drowsy

- Not wanting to fall asleep, he decides to go take a walk

- And that’s when he finds you

- You’re just barley outside of the killer boundaries, just a step or two behind the tree line

- He’s awestruck and enchanted, watching you move in such an elegant manner, dancing to a silent melody

- He doesn’t know what to say, doesn’t know what to do, just stands there for an extra moment or two, watching in amazement

- That is until he shifts slightly, accidentally stepping on a twig and making it crack loudly

- You’re quick to react, breaking from your routine, spinning around and preparing for whatever is out there, but then you see him

- “You’re uh- You’re um- a good dancer.” Is all that Quentin manages to say

- You let out a small sigh of relief, shaking your head at him, and making him promise not to tell anyone what he saw

Jake Park

- Jake is very observant, so he’s able to catch on quickly and see that there’s something different with you

- He knows all survivors have their strengths and weaknesses, Meg is fast and athletic, Claudette is kind and has her medical knowledge, Ace has his luck, etc.

- He can’t exactly tell what you have, though and it’s hard for him to figure out due to not knowing much about your background or where you’re from

- But there’s something about the way you move, how graceful and quiet, maybe you were street artist, like Nea

- He doubted it, though. There was still something else, something special, and he was dying to know

- It’s not until the entity gave you a pair of old, tattered ballet shoes that Jake pieces it all together

- It reminds him of the luxurious life he rejected and lived on without

- Jake doesn’t regret leaving it all behind, but he does find a bit of safety and reminisce in knowing this about you

- Eventually, when you’re out of trial, he will sit next to you at the campfire and ask about it

Frank Morrison

- Thanks to all those years of practicing and perfecting your ballet skills, you’ve been able to stay very agile and graceful on your feet, especially in trials

- And that annoys the shit out of Frank

- Why do you have to react so quickly? Why do you have to move so smoothly? Why can’t he trip you up like the others?

- It was really irritating, and it made him even more blood thirsty

- In a way, he thinks of it as some fucked up game you two play, and he’s very competitive

- Sometimes, if he was in a good mood and he caught you, you would hear him mumble the nickname he gave you “Twinkle Toes”

- “Nice try Twinkle Toes,” “Catch you later Twinkle Toes” is what you usually get as he puts you onto the sacrificial hook

- You’re usually the obsession when you go up against him, and he seems more fond and curious about you over most survivors

Danny Johnson

- Despite not being able to stalk the same way he used to, Danny knew everything about every single survivor. From likes to dislikes, to occupations, to their deepest darkest secrets, he knew it all, so of course, he finds out about you

- But it’s not in the way you think

- It was during a trial, in the chapel, when you thought you had some time to yourself

- So you decided to relax for a bit, and go through some of the routines you had learned, not even noticing that you had an audience

- Then you heard some slow claps, and you looked over to see an all too familiar ghost mask, and your heart sunk into your stomach

- He definitely snapped a few pictures and showed them to you, probably kept some to himself too

- Being the sadistic bastard he is, Danny would hang those photos over your head

- There would probably be a few times where he will raise his knife to your throat and tell you to dance for him

- “C’mon, babe. I could use a little show. Won’t you dance for me?”

- But despite taunting you, he’d secretly admire the pictures, and watching how eloquently you moved

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soukokuwu · 4 years

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what if chu's s/o escapes port mafia, leaving chuuya to think she left him like dazai did (but in reality, she was pregnant & didn't want the child to grow up in PM. though she has taken extra measures so her son will not be endangered, PM still managed to kidnap him and hold him hostage in exchange for her to come back to their ranks. it is when she comes to save their son that chu discovers that the child is his. you do your own take if you want, your writing, your choice! 💓💓

HIGH RISK, HIGH REWARDS. genre. hmmm,, i guess it’s fluffy synopsis. you reveal a secret you’ve kept to yourself for so long, it’s time you finally come clean. word count. 2,680 author notes. hi, thank you this was an interesting request, i tried not to make it too long. & i usually don’t put so much dialogue (if at all XD) so i hope you can still enjoy this <33

PRESENT.

“Boss, the VIPs are here to see you, they’re being held down at the lobby. Do you want to send them up here?”

The chair swirls around, revealing the man behind the table, a picture of perfect composure. A curt nod is all it takes for the goon to leave the room, ready to escort the guests up.

Once the doors are closed again, he puts the cigarette out on his ashtray, exhaling that last puff of smoke. Gloved fingers intertwine together as he ponders long and hard about how he should greet them later.

The man eyes the drawer under his table, the bottom leftmost one — the special drawer. He opens it languidly to unveil a stash of letters, too many to count at one glance. That’s not surprising though. After all, it’s twelve years’ worth of letters. He grabs the top one, beady eyes glossing over its contents. He folds it back along the same lines.

They all look the same. Made out to him, but with no return address.

TWELVE YEARS AGO.

“They found someone at the house. We have him right now.”

The man on the other line seems to still have something to say, but the redhead doesn’t allow him. It’s a matter that can’t wait.

“Keep him there, make sure he doesn’t leave.”

Chuuya leaves the rest of the torturing to his colleagues as he exits the premises. He recalls what his subordinate reported earlier. ‘Him’? He scoffs. It’s been six years since you left the mafia and basically vanished into thin air. Which is a considerably long time, but Chuuya still can’t wrap the possibility around there being a new guy in your life.

Besides, the redhead didn’t do anything wrong. Why did you have to leave without a word? Why did you feel the need to leave at all, even? It couldn’t be stress. No way. You worked at the Port Mafia casino, yes. You were in charge of it all, and it did anything but stress you out. You loved working there. You loved the gamble. You absolutely revelled in the risk.

They put you in charge of the casino for more reasons than one. You were very calculative, very meticulous. You always had your moves planned out beforehand and you were always able to tell your opponents’ hand without even having to cheat. The gambling was definitely one of the reasons why you were so good at manipulating people. It was also one of the reasons why even Mori asked for your help in some cases.

But your best quality as a mafioso?

Your unpredictability. Or, as Mori dubbed it, your insanity. In both gambling and in general. You had helped the mafia win favours over more than just a few officials by winning against them — be it in poker or any other games. You weren’t even below playing russian roulette. Sure, Chuuya had been worried at first, but after a while it was pretty clear you’d always make it out of it safe — was it luck or was it pure calculation, or a mixture of both perhaps? Chuuya doesn’t really question it. And when it came to planning missions, your unconventional methods always helped, because no one would ever see it coming.

That blew up in his face though. You left him without any clues pertaining to your whereabouts or why you left in the first place. He thought you left along with his ex-partner, that maybe it had something to do with him. But it was apparent that wasn’t the case. Not when you didn’t surface at all even when Dazai did. He couldn’t help but keep thinking of potential things that happened to you. Did you leave because you met someone else? Doubtful. But given how long it’s been, it’s certainly not out of the question that you already did meet someone else by now.

You’re beautiful, smart, fun. You’re everything anyone could wish for. You’re so understanding that sometimes Chuuya questions where you get your patience from. You were just perfect, in every sense of the word.

Chuuya groans just thinking of everything. Even after being kicked to the curb, why is it that now he is still attracted to you? Lucky he was, though. Because that’s the only reason he agreed with Mori’s plan to put all efforts into seeking you out. You were incredibly elusive, and a pain in the ass because of that. And had it not been for a certain intense war against an enemy organisation, they would’ve let you go on with your life, wherever you ended up. You’ve been very quiet, not spreading anything about the mafia, or else Mori would’ve picked up on it. Very well-behaved, and a pardon would’ve been your reward.

But even the best needs help sometimes. And Mori specifically wants yours. He probably figured Chuuya was the biggest factor that would tilt things in their favour, and he agrees. Which is why he heads this mission in the first place. Not only is he the biggest shot at getting you back, but he wants to see you. Wants to know exactly why you left him the way you did.

Closure. He wants closure.

Life is funny though. Because he ends up with more questions than answers when he opens the door to his office.

Suddenly all the idle chatter he passes by in the hallway makes sense. The ones that just skip past his ears because he’s too deep in thought about you. He remembers the gist of them though. Things like “he’s so cute, like a model,” and “right? I think he looks handsome” (to which Chuuya was slightly annoyed by because he thought it was referring to your new beau).

But no, he wasn’t greeted with a man. He opened his doors to find a boy with eyes as blue as the ocean sitting on his desk, fiddling with his pens. Eyes that remind him of the exact shade he looks at in the mirror everyday. Chuuya hurriedly shuts the door, locks it, and steps hesitantly toward the boy.

This boy… looks roughly about six years old. And Chuuya feels his breath hitching in his throat. That’s around the time you went missing. He feels everything closing in around him, the fear of why you left him finally being made clear to him.

Weirdly enough, the boy isn’t the tiniest bit scared. His head is tilted, fingers still fiddling with Chuuya’s fountain pen, and waiting for Chuuya to reach him. He blinks his little eyes, before finally smiling up at him after a while. He opens his mouth, a simple word leaving his delicate lips.

“Daddy!”

Chuuya isn’t even allowed a further minute to process it before he hears knocking on the ceiling and someone falls through the vent onto the floor; one with an all-too-familiar figure. And who flashes an all-too-familiar grin.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

Half an hour later Chuuya finds himself struggling to process all the information you’ve unloaded on him. He observes as his son draws on a random piece of paper he’s found lying around, in the other side of the room.

“You let them think they’ve captured our son, when in reality you were waiting for them to?”

You nod. Chuuya internally facepalms himself. How is it that you’re able to gamble with this, too? With your — and his — son’s life on the line? You basically left him there to be abducted, knowing that they won’t do anything without Chuuya’s permission (who’s to say he wouldn’t have allowed them to torture the kid? Well, he wouldn’t, but still…) and then sneak yourself past security and into his office, all in the hopes of letting him know he has a son?

Then again, you wouldn’t bet something like that if you didn’t believe that things would absolutely go your way. He’s been with you for so long before, he’s familiar with your moves and the way you think. Not completely, but good enough.

It was so brilliantly simple. (Also, you used to sneak into his office through the vents when your relationship was still under wraps, so it really wasn’t a surprise to him that you chose to sneak in through there now.)

“Why now, after all this time? Why tell me now?”

For a moment he catches a brief look of guilt wash over your face. You lie back on the couch on your spot next to him, and close your eyes, as though bracing for an outburst as his response.

“I didn’t want to tell you at all, at first…” you trail off, the guilt completely taking over you now. “I only came now because… I want you to get Mori off my back.”

Now Chuuya understands why.

So, you didn’t even intend to give him a chance to meet his son, let alone let him be involved in any part of your life. But you only appeared because you knew Mori would come after you, demand for your help. The only reason you showed yourself today… was to convince Chuuya to help you. Because if there’s anyone who could convince Mori to back off, Chuuya could. And you understood that all too well.

Chuuya can just laugh at himself right now. How foolish is he, to think that you came back because you still harboured feelings for him. How pathetic of him.

He can sense his expression growing grim. Not that he’ll make any attempts to conceal it. His cerulean eyes travel from his son to you. You seem a little less guilty now, though. You look… at peace, somehow.

“What makes you think I’ll do what you want?”

“Because you want to prove me wrong.”

Your answer catches him off guard, and his anger is replaced by utter confusion. You take his silence as your cue to explain.

“I didn’t want to tell you because I didn’t think you’d make a good father and do what’s right for our son. Prove me wrong. Keep our son away from this. Do what a good father would and give him a chance to grow up normal.”

Chuuya scoffs. So that’s why you didn’t tell him anything. Never told him you were pregnant. Never hinted at a goodbye. You’d rather be branded a traitor like Dazai instead of having to make Chuuya choose between you and the mafia. He knows; if you set your mind on something, it’s hard to change it. And in other situations it might’ve been negotiable, but not with your baby.

You know Chuuya would never betray the mafia. That’s why you think he’d never make a good father. Because he can’t put you or the baby first. And now… Now you come with good faith. You’re trying to believe that he can learn to be a good father.

Starting with this choice.

This impossible choice.

Except not really. He knows what he’ll end up choosing anyway. You were right. If he knew you were pregnant he’d have convinced you to stay with the mafia, convinced you that he’d make sure the baby is well-protected. But then he’d be missing the point of your whole argument. You grew up in the mafia, and technically, so did he. You knew how it didn’t allow a chance at normalcy, and you didn’t want to strip your baby of that choice. You wanted your child to at least have a taste of what being normal is like, before you ultimately let them choose what they want.

Now, even if he gives an unfavourable reply, he knows you’d do anything to keep his son away from the mafia. It’s only a question of whether or not you’d have to struggle against Chuuya for it.

Silently, he stretches a hand out to you as he gets up from the couch. He can see the subtle surprise on your face. You’re impressed, aren’t you? He has on the best poker face since you’ve met him. You can’t guess what he’s thinking, this being the first of such instance since you’ve met him. He doesn’t say a thing when you ask him what he’s up to, only continuing to offer his hand to you, keeping mum.

A gamble, a risk you’d have to take. You can either take his hand and see where he leads you, which could lead to you getting your way or it could just lead to total destruction. Or, you can refuse, and then you’d have to figure a way out on your own. Which Chuuya doesn’t doubt you’d already have ingrained in your head.

But he knows you’ll choose the former. Why? It’s the only one where an inherent risk is present. Because you’d be totally in his mercy.

And that’s why you find yourself flown out of the headquarters, onto some random building’s rooftop. A perfect view of the setting sun and an even more perfect view of your old lover, striking crimson locks imitating the beauty of the orange sunset.

Looks like it paid off.

“Will you let me know where you’re staying? A child needs his father,” Chuuya asks you, your fingers intertwined in his, and you forgot just how much you missed this; him.

“And the mafia needs you.”

A swift rejection, but he’s not going to give up so easily.

“I have a right to know. He’s my son too.”

You inch closer to him and he feels like his heart is going to leap out of his chest. It’s been six years since he’s been this close to you, and he can’t believe he has to let you go again. With your son in tow, too. Without so much as a clue as to where you’re going to move to. No way to find out. Given that they only managed to find you in the first place because you wanted to be found.

“Maybe if you’re the boss or something.”

PRESENT.

Now here he is, sitting in the office, new king of the Port Mafia. And his two very important guests are making their way up here. Chuuya hurriedly puts the letters back away. They were how you communicated with him, updated him on you and your son. Though you never put any return address, so Chuuya couldn’t send one back even if he wanted to. Also, you didn’t include any photos, so Chuuya is curious how his son has turned out.

Your timing is impeccable, to choose to visit him just as he’s taken over the office. He suspects maybe you have your ways, what with the vast amount of officials you have wrapped around your finger.

But as the doors open, every other thought he has is thrown out the window. You enter first, and his face lights up, seeing those familiar pair of eyes, so warm, so inviting now. And behind you, your son, now slightly taller than you (and probably Chuuya but he refuses to think of that), greeting him with a polite nod and a smirk on his face.

A wave of understanding washes across his child’s face when he spots something hanging on the wall behind his father.

“Hey! You kept the drawing I did when I first came here!”

He had drawn the three of you together, with himself in the middle, his parents on either side of him, holding his hands and walking in a park.

Chuuya chuckles. “Of course, it was the only thing your mom let me remember you by.” He shifts his gaze over to you as your son gets the hint, moving to admire another far corner of the room.

You let yourself fall into his arms, and Chuuya hugs you tight. Because it’s taken eighteen years. A long, torturous eighteen years apart, which honestly was a run in circles, though it was a necessary one. But now finally, he can be together with you, and his son. Chuuya looks down at you with the warmest gaze you’ve ever seen, wet eyes threatening to spill with tears any moment now.

“Welcome home, my love.”

tags. @yokelish @gogolparadise @fyowyn-writes @animatedarchives

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Stuck With You - Chapter 38

Chapter 38: Stuck With You

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17 🡪chapter 18 🡪chapter 19 🡪chapter 20 🡪chapter 21 🡪chapter 22 🡪chapter 23 🡪chapter 24 🡪chapter 25 🡪chapter 26 🡪chapter 27 🡪chapter 28 🡪chapter 29 🡪chapter 30 🡪chapter 31 🡪chapter 32 🡪chapter 33 🡪chapter 34 🡪chapter 35 🡪chapter 36 🡪chapter 37

College Enemies To Lovers AU

characters // masterlist // instagrams // mood board

I wanna get stuck with you In the middle of the party We're just getting started I wanna get stuck with you In the eye of the tornado Rowing in the same boat I wanna get stuck with you Get stuck in the middle with you I wanna get stuck with you

Gotta go with the flow And ride the wave right where we're supposed to Yeah, we can go through all the highs and lows Yeah, life's a crazy roller coaster

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We were lucky enough to find a store still open, buying everything she needed to snowboard before renting more equipment. I looked at her getting ready with a small smile and tried not to chuckle. She was endearing, and the fact that she was ready to try this just for me meant a lot and also proved a lot.

"Shit, I forgot my phone!" she let out, rolling her eyes and making me raise my eyebrows.

"Do you really need it right now?" I asked with a chuckle. "I have mine." I patted my shirt pocket and grimaced immediately, letting out a groan. "Fuck, I forgot mine too."

"Do you really need it right now?" she teased with a grin, making me smile more.

"Yes, one of us has to have one, just in case something happens." I took my gloves off and put them on the couch next to her. "Wait for me okay? I'll do quick."

She nodded and I looked around, realizing the place was more quiet than I thought it would be. I rushed to the hall and took the elevator, running to our room and walking in. The light was still on and I grabbed my phone on the nightstand where I left it but finally decided to search for hers, too. It took me about a minute to notice it on the desk placed against the wall and grabbed it, turning around to leave, before something caught my attention.

I frowned, recognizing the back of my head on a picture, and took it in my hand to look at it better. My eyes quickly roamed on my shoulder, neck and hair but when they stopped on Devon's forehead and hair, I held my breath. My fingers were slipped in it and my heart started thumping in my chest. I remembered exactly how I felt at that moment, how deep inside her I was, how her lips parted in pleasure. It was the very first time we ever had sex and looking at that picture made me realize we would always have something to remind us of this moment, something that would always bring many emotions inside me, including lust and love. I already loved her at that moment and I wanted to believe she did too.

I ran my finger on the part of her forehead I could see and sighed. It was still not completely clear between us, I knew we had a lot of things to talk about, but I was not sure what exactly stopped her from giving us a chance. I loved her, and she loved me, and obviously, we had been been through bad relationships and I was sure that neither of us would want the other to suffer again the way we had before. Besides, it was totally different. Abby didn't love me and I was pretty sure Henry didn't really love her either.

I couldn't believe she had brought the pictures with her and it made me wonder why she never showed them to me. She had talent to take pictures, there was no doubt about it, but this picture had probably turned out that good mostly because of luck. She couldn't have put much thought into it, giving the position she was in, but the result was incredible and something twisted in my stomach as I looked at it. I didn't know if other people beside us would be able to feel all the emotions that emanated from it but at the same time, I didn't really care. I liked to think we were the only ones who could understand, the only ones who could really feel deeply about it because of how involved we were. It was even slightly scary to know that some people could look at it without understanding the degree of intimacy in it.

I was about to put the picture back on the desk where I found it when the light of the room reflected something behind it. I turned it around and read the words written quickly at first and then slowly the second time. It was Devon's handwriting and I immediately recognized the second part she had scribbled. My heart skipped a beat as I re-read my own lyrics of the song I had written for her and I shook my head slightly. She had an incredible memory and it made the left corner of my lips raise in a small smile. I went back to the first part and my smile fell when I realized she had written an actual verse for my song.

"Darlin', are you always tryin' to blame me? Is it me or 'cause you came here? Just accept that time was wrong Oh, change thee I've been thinkin' bout it lately We never finished what we started Now I'm fearful that it's gone."

I sang it in my head a few times before doing it out loud but still very low. It fitted perfectly and I sighed, my eyes still roaming on the words. It was amazing to think we sort of wrote a song together and I loved knowing that each verse was the point of view of one of us. Did she know the song was about her? That thought made my heart jump in my chest before I rolled my eyes and let out a chuckle. It was not a secret that I loved her, not anymore, and it was a good thing. I wasted so much time trying to hate her even though I knew it was impossible.

I grabbed my phone and snapped a picture of the lyrics she wrote but also of the picture she took to be able to look at it whenever I wanted and finally checked my watch. I had been gone for a while and I rushed out, reaching the elevator as fast as I could. When I walked back to her, she was sitting on the couch, her head leaned on the back and her lips parted. I could hear her snore lightly and I chuckled, shaking my head.

"Devie, hey." I said softly, bending down to shake her gently and making her whimper. "Wake up."

She groaned and sat up quickly, rubbing her eyes and letting out a sigh. She was cute when she slept and I waited a few seconds until her eyes fluttered open to talk again.

"Come on, we only have time for a few basic things."

She got up but almost tripped and I held her, chuckling again.

"You okay?" I asked, moving my face a bit closer to look at her.

She sent me a small smile and nodded. "Yea sorry, just give me a few minutes to wake up completely." she licked her lips and finally raised her eyebrows. "Hey, what took you so long?"

"Oh, I couldn't find your phone." I half-lied, searching my pocket and handing it to her. "I put it in a plastic bag for you, just in case you drop it in the snow or something."

Her head tilted and she sent me a fond smile before pressing her lips together. I felt my heart skip a beat when she moved closer but she stopped herself suddenly. "Thank you."

I wanted her to kiss me. I wanted her to do it first, for once. It seemed like I was always the one who made the first move no matter what we did, especially when it came to something romantic. Maybe she's had had a few initiatives when it came to sex but somehow, whenever it was about love, she seemed reluctant.

"You're welcome." I whispered, fighting the urge I had to kiss her.

We grabbed our stuff and walked outside. I saw her shiver next to me when a whiff of cold air hit us but she still followed me to a very small slope. I tried to show her the basics but she was clearly scared to hurt herself and I finally sat next to her in the snow after she fell.

"How about we go a bit higher?" I proposed, smiling gently when I saw the alarmed expression on her face. "I'll be there with you, okay?"

It took her about a minute to answer. Her eyes roamed on my face and once again, I thought she was going to kiss me and my eyes dropped to her lips. She probably noticed because she licked them nervously and my gaze moved back to her eyes.

"Okay."

I helped her up and we walked slowly to the chairlift in silence. I kept glancing at her and she did the same but it's only when we were half-way there, completely up in the air that everything stopped. My heart jumped in my chest and my eyes got bigger when I realized we were stuck and I swallowed hard, turning to her as she did the same. Her lips curled a bit and she burst into laughing, throwing her head back and making my lips curl.

"It's good luck, remember?" she pointed out, smiling more. "That's what you said!"

"I still think that!" I laughed with her, taking my gloves off to grab my phone. "I'll text Lewis, I know he's near his phone. He can inform them and they'll come get us."

I typed something quickly and sent it, my eyes stuck to the screen until I got an answer from my friend that simply consisted of a laughing emoji and a thumb up.

"It's weird isn't it?" I finally said after a few minutes of silence. "How we always get stuck together somewhere when we have something to solve."

She turned her head my way and tilted it, sending me a small but curious frown. "We have something to solve?"

I turned my body as much as I could to face her and shook my head, my eyebrows raised. "Yes we do. Devie, why don't you want me to say you're my girlfriend?"

"We.. We didn't even discuss it."

"We are now." I pointed out with a sigh. "You said you loved me, we made love this afternoon. I didn't tell our friends because I saw how you reacted when I said the 'g' word this morning in the closet but, what do I have to do?"

"You don't get it."

"No! No I don't!"

I was trying to keep my cool but I wanted her to open up to me, I needed it. I needed her and I needed to be with her. It sounded obsessed, it was intense, but It was driving me crazy to know how she felt without being able to really be with her.

"I do love you! I love you so much Niall I don't think you understand!" she let out before breathing in deeply. I saw her tear up and my lips parted slightly. "You remember when you said I moved you? That my art moved you? Henry used to say that too. I know you're not him, but it's not easy for me to put aside all the pain I went through with him just to throw myself in a new relationship. I don't know how you do it. Abby has hurt you so much too and you're just ready to... to jump back into something official and serious with me." She breathed in and I noticed a tear falling down her right cheek. I wanted to reach out to her but I couldn't, I felt paralyzed. "I am nothing special. I am not like the girls you've been with. I am... I am lost, and scared, and scarred! I love you but I'm scared! I'm scared I'll give you everything and that you'll break me the way I was broken before! But I love you so much more than I loved him! I feel so much closer to you than I ever felt to him! And if you... if you leave... When you realize I'm average... or even below..."

I waited a few seconds, staring at her and she sniffed. It was crazy that she kept all that inside for so long, and at the same time, I was so happy she was finally telling me how she feels.

"Are you done yet?" I asked making her look in my eyes again before sending her a small smile. "Devie, I'm scared too. But I love you, I'm in love with you, and I'm ready to take that chance, because being without you is worse than being heartbroken by you. It's ok to love again!"

She sniffed again and pressed her lips together. I brought my hand to her face and brushed my fingertips on her skin, smiling more. "If you shut yourself from feelings, you may make sure that nothing bad happens and that your heart won't be broken, but you also miss all the good things and all the love you could get." I explained in a low tone. "I can't promise you that everything will always be perfect, but I promise I'll keep trying because that's how much I love you. I told you, Devie, you're my main girl. You're the protagonist of this story. No one can take your role. No one."

Her lips curled too and she chuckled before nodding quickly and bending closer to me. She pressed her lips on mine, making me smile too. "I wouldn't want to be stuck here with anyone else." she whispered, making me chuckle before kissing me deeper.

We started laughing against each other's mouth when the chairlift started moving again and finally walked back inside. We were both very cold and we decided to just go back to our room, taking the elevator in silence again. We both got changed into warm clothes and sat in bed together. She leaned her head on my shoulder and moved her legs over mine. I smiled when I saw her warm socks and left a kiss on top of her head.

"That painting you made here the other night..." I started gently, leaning my cheek on top of her head. "It was the first time I saw you paint with light colors. It was beautiful, it looked like a summer sky."

She reached for my hand on her thigh and intertwined our fingers. "All the paintings I made since I arrived here were about you. My art has been about you and my feelings for you, the emotions you made me feel." she explained, surprising me a bit, especially that all my songs were about her. "You make me feel those colors. You make me feel light and clear and warm. You make me feel alive."

"That's not what the painting in our room says, the one you gave me. There's yellow, but there's so much darkness in it. Every time I look at it, I feel horrible for ever making you feel so bad. I'm sorry, Devie."

She moved away slowly to turn around and face me. Her lips curled softly on the left and she licked her lips, shaking her head slightly. "You got it all wrong, Niall." she pointed out gently, raising her eyebrows. "You're not the black in that painting. You're the yellow. You're the light trying to reach me, stopped by my own demons and fears. You're the light in my life, Niall. You've always been the light."

I brought both my hands to her face and cupped her cheeks, kissing her harder than intended. I felt her move closer and straddle me and I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. "I love you, Devie, I love you so much." I whispered in-between kisses. "Since the first day."

"I love you too." she murmured back, slipping her hands in my hair. "I always have."

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We got prepared together the next morning and whenever I'd walk near her, I'd pull her close to kiss her lips and she'd giggle or smile. There was something natural in the way we moved together around the room, even in a place we were not used to, and I couldn't help but think it was a proof that we were made for each other. When we were ready, I grabbed her hand and pulled her closer, making her twirl around as she started laughing and I walked to the door, bringing her with me. We took the elevator to meet our friends downstairs but when the doors opened, I let go of her hand, not really sure if she had changed her mind. I didn't want to rush her, and I didn't want to lose her either. She glanced at me but still followed me to the main room where all our friends were waiting for us, talking and laughing together.

I turned to look at her as her eyes roamed on everyone and after about a minute, I felt her hand reach mine and grab it tight. It took a few seconds but Lewis finally noticed us, his lips curling into a smirk when he noticed we were holding hands. He hit Louis a bit roughly who just frowned but finally turned to us too before our friends noticed us one by one. I cleared my throat when Louis jumped off the couch with a big smile.

"Fuckin' finally!" he yelled, catching the attention of almost everyone in the room. "That's it? That's official? You two are dating?"

"Yes, it's official." Devon replied loud and clear, surprising everyone.

I noticed Mandy winking at her and squeezed her fingers tighter as Louis walked quickly to us, throwing his arms around my girlfriend's neck and holding her close.

"Took you long enough." he told her with a chuckle as she wrapped her free arm around him. "I'm so happy for you two."

Lewis walked to me to hug me too and then almost everyone followed. I noticed Abby sending me a small and sad smile from afar and I just smiled back gently at her, surprised that she took it so well.

"Okay!" Louis let out, clapping in his hands. "Who's hungry?"

Everyone started talking at the same time and they all decided to go to the restaurant to get some food before starting the day. I stopped Devon as she was following them, pulling on her arm to bring her closer to me and just wrapped my arms around her as she tilted her chin up, sliding her hands on my back.

"So that's it? You're my girlfriend?" I asked with an amused grin, making her smile too.

"Mmhm, I'm ready to try that boyfriend/girlfriend thing with you."

"Are you happy, Devon Eaton?" I whispered low, looking down at her.

Her traits softened and she looked at me fondly, in a way no one else had ever looked at me. "Happier than I've ever been. I love you, Niall Horan."

"Not as much as I love you."

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kanene-yaaay · 3 years

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Tickle me, princey

Kanene’s note: This fic is basically: Virgil is a bratty Lee, Roman is a competitive Ler and none of them are going down without a fight xDD.

Warnings, fun facts, random things and stuff:

* Lee!Virgil and Ler!Roman (Kind of. Because there is almost no tickles here, just teasing). Human AU.

* Hmmm… This is a Tickle-Fanfic! If you don’t like this kind of stuff, please look for another blog, there are plenty of amazing art in this site!! ‘u’).

* This have about 2.500 words of Roman and Virgil just being teasy beans. ‘w’)b.

* PLEASE CHECK THIS AMAZING ART! IT’S INCREDIBLEE! <33

* Sorry for any spelling, pontuation and grammar mistakes! I didn’t proofread that one very well, so I will probably be correcting a few things later. Any advice is always very, very welcome!

* A versão em português brasileiro irá ser escrita, ainda. Eu espero! Thankys for reading, my lollipops! Do something crazy today, take a good rest, be kind (especially with yourself) and drink water! Byeioo!~

[~*~]

Roman cleaned his hands on his jeans before stretching his back and sighing in relief when a small ‘pop’ came from it. The pal from the nearby library was a cool person – not that he would ever allow the other to hear this, because, damn, people who called Roman cocky definitely haven’t met them yet – but equally precise in get on his nerves with as few words as possible, even though the florist didn’t care that much as his dramatics discourses tried to convince everyone he did.

Besides that, they was Patton’s friend and even more important, they made an accord with the Flower Shop’s owner and Roman was the one in charge to deliver their biweekly floral arrangement to the library’s decór. However, today Roman managed to win their discussion and therefore a couple of podcast episodes read by them (What? Their voice was quite nice!!).

Roman ignored the small ring of the door’s bell as he entered the Flower Shop, looking around to be sure there was no clients before taking his position behind the balcony, internally thanking how chill Patton was with his employees using phone during the shift as long there wasn’t no one near, especially as he unlocked his screen and a new notification popped in front of him.

Butterflies went immediately crazy on his stomach.

[Message from Panic! At Everywhere]

[P: Hey. So, are you still ok?]

Virgil kicked his blanket out of his bed, already feeling a tad of giddiness spread across his body, a small smirk finding its way to his face without him even realizing. Today was the day. Since when he and Roman talked on the last week about boundaries to be sure nothing had changed and decided Saturday as a good day for their session the one with purple hair couldn’t help but let his thoughts wander, picturing and re-picturing what would happen, even though Roman always insisted to never tell him his plans, wanting to keep everything as a surprise, which definitely didn’t help at all the excitement running on his veins.

Their session.

Their tickle session. It was only eleven in the morning and Virgil could already feel his skin tingle just by imagine Roman’s fingers grazing, dancing on it, carefully looking for all his weak spots both knew so well before coming with an entire new technique that would make the other (almost, barely, hardly) want to jump out of his skin so he could escape from the maddening tickly sensation.

He was going to love it.

Also, it didn’t help that he spent the previous night and its following morning consuming all his favorite tickle content, dying on the spot (and on the reblogs) and skyrocketing his lee mood to the mountains.

Nevertheless, he tried to play nonchalant as answered the other’s new message.

[Message from Dumb(o)]

[D: Yes.]

[P: Cool.]

[D: You?]

[P: Yep.]

[D: Glad to know, Blushy Bug. Try to not alarm all of our neighborhood with your squeals and giggles before I get there, okay? ~

D: And yeah, plu-e-ase, continue with your so delightful tags on your reblogs, okay, Tickle me Emo? I’m learning so much new information with that. If only I would have an opportunity to use all of them today…]

Virgil snorted, one hand trying to hide his face as he attempted with all his might to ignore the flames taking over his cheeks as the teases sank and the memories from the day he conquered this nickname emerged from the deeps of his mind. So, Princey was already so over his head with being the ler this time? Thinking Virgil would be hiding his face on the pillow, squeaking and tittering helpless? Well, he would have a big storm coming, then.

Virgil got up, his footsteps leading him to the clean desk in the room, moving some of the objects so carefully chosen in order to get the perfect picture. Every single makeup brush lined, gleaming under the lens of his camera, away enough so the viewer would be able to realize all their individualities but close enough to create an impact.

Two can play this game.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent an image]

Roman clicked on it, eyes going immediately wide as he quickly slammed the cellphone’s screen on his red apron, his gaze running from a place to another to be sure no one was near or had seen the conversation or noticed the way his smile went from an ear to another.

[P: Nah. I’m too occupied choosing the perfect tools for today… I mean, there are just so many options, ya know? I especially prefer the smallest ones, their bristles softly running on my ribs, tracing their way across my tummy to get to the other side… yeah. That is the good stuff. Or maybe we could be experimenting the biggest ones today, letting them tease that spot right under my chin, the softness engulfing all the nerves… ]

Roman took a deep breath, realizing the other still typing.

[P: Anyway, don’t make a big deal of this, ‘kay? I know your imagination can be very fertile but try to not alert Patton with all your blush and twitching. You know he is a curious guy and will want to know why you’re so smiley. ;)]

“Pai amado, (Dear God) he is going to kill me.” Roman crossed his arms, using all his will to no start wiggling them to nothing, a sudden urge to sing some nursery rhymes making him begin to humming quietly as attempted to gather enough concentration to type a proper, cool reply.

[D: Is that so? So, the big, badass Virgil Storm is excited to get all his tickly-tickle-tickles today? Is he excited to become a so helpless, so adorable mess of giggles and squeaks? To be teased and tickled until he can do nothing but give me those lovely snorts and wiggly-wiggles? ~

Awww. So cute. ~]

[P: Yeah, I am. So what? Wanna do something about that, Sir Sing a Lot?

Ops, I forgot you’re at work rn. Tsc. Such a pity. Well, guess I will have to kill some time by looking at your precious collection of feathers, see if I find something interesting there.]

[D: You just wait for when I get home.]

[P: :)]

Virgil laid his phone at his side, hiding his face on the mattress, kicking just like he was some teenager in love from those generic movies. The squeals bubbled out from his lips, smiles blooming. He knew he probably was just digging his own grave, but, ha, as if he would fall without a fight. Plus, imagining Roman trying at every cost to keep a straight expression while reading his texts and then struggling to continue his work just as if nothing had happened, with that cute, excited smile planted on his face made a proud wave of power – and joy - hit him and that was a bonus which was worth it.

Then his phone vibrated, indicating a new notification and a new flood of shivers as he unlocked his screen, freezing for a couple of heartbeats with the length of the message.

[D: A poem for my dear Knightmare. ~

Once upon a time

There was a wiggley-wiggly lee

That just a few pokes

Made him giggle with glee

Some scribbles here

Some scratches there

You can tickle-tickle

He is ticklish everywhere!

What, you don’t believe me?

‘That much cute he can’t be!’

Well, then allow me to demonstrate

All the beautiful sounds he can create!

Give a few prodding on his ribs

And a quick digging on his hips

Some brushes on his toesies and feet

And don’t forget about these helpless pits!

(And hey, psst, if you squeeze his sides

The cutie, squeaky, wiggly lee,

Will be squealing in a happy delight)

This neck is also asking for tickly-kisses

He always denies, always desire

Add to that some teasy whispers

And watch his cheeks be set on fire!

Once upon a time

There was a bratty, smug lee

That just a few tickle teases

Can make him a blushy mess

Just like now, you see!]

[…]

“Have a nice day. Thank you for coming!”

Roman waved to the client who got out from the Flower Shop, taming the smugness which threatened to take over his features as he realized that even though an hour had passed, no answer to his last text had arrived yet. He was perfectly aware of how weak Virgil was for any sort of rhymed tease and a whole poem – not his best, he had to admit – dedicated to him? He could almost see the other shrieking, hiding his red face on the pillow, lost in a mess of quiet peals of laughter and curses. His smile got even bigger, swelled in pride. And, well, if he couldn’t help it but push his luck a few inches further, his fingers already halfway to typing a small, itsy bitsy, new tease to his favorite emo lee, how could someone really blame him?

[D: Oh, sorry. Did I make the scary Virgil too much flustered to talk? Awww, I will miss your sassy remarks deeply and sing a ballad in your honor at the funeral. ~]

He snorted at the amount of time the symbol of ‘typing’ appeared and disappeared on the conversation, using the ten minutes he took to be answered to organize a few sales signs on the glass in front of the store, gaining a dance on his step as the one-worded sentence shone on his phone.

[P: Bitch.]

[D: I have no idea of what you’re talking about. Is that something I said? I feel wounded.]

But a new thing popped up.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a video]

[P: :)]

It seemed like hours passed, even if he knew the downloading probably didn’t really take more than a few pieces of minute for him to hit the play.

The focus of the camera took a few seconds to adjust, the image trembling and shaking before going still, the crystal clear form of a small light brown, slightly spiked feather twirling between Virgil’s index and thumb locking his eyes on the screen. A quick, quiet sigh could be heard before the tickle tool descended to the palm extended on a desk, stopping by Virgil’s pulse.

The bristles grazed the skin there as the feather began to move on slow strokes, going from the left to the right, left and right, left and right… calmly making its way up, changing to small swirls as it contorted the form of the hand, giving to each finger a light tracing before concentrating on the palm, drawing a spiral which approximated inch by inch to the center. If Roman wasn’t so quiet, - even holding his breath, - maybe he wouldn’t be able to listen the incredibly low, contained huffs of laughter on the background, a soft snort escaping and making both hands tremble as the bristles hit the center of his hand, dancing around the spot for a bit.

When it stopped, the tool was placed on the desk and then the camera started to move, stopping on Roman’s so very well-known golden with silver details box. Its lid laid next to it, letting its entire content to be proudly shown. The explosion of colors from the most diverse large, small, pointy, fluffy feathers took over the frame, however, a tiny piece of paper placed on the exact center of them was what captured his attention. The lens zoomed and focused, making him able to read the quick message written there.

“:)”

And then the screen went black. The video was over.

Roman could feel his face being almost split in half by his grin, his fingers hitting the table top in complete frenzy since they hadn’t to hold the device anymore, curling and uncurling as the one who couldn’t just stay still started to bounce his right leg, ignoring the redness he felt crippling down his neck.

“Roman?”

He fully shrieked. Both him and Patton startled and jumped a few centimeters in the air with the sudden sound. The florist slapping his own hand on his mouth, trying with all his inner strength to stop the bubbly giggles which flooded non stop from his lips

“Sorry for the scare, kiddo,” the shine on his eyes free of any guilt as Patton bit his own knuckles proved the contrary, especially when the rest of an awed squeal escaped from his lips, only making the other to giggle harder, eyes closed, blush deepening and nose scrunched. “Aww, your giggles are so cute!”

“Shuhuhush!!” The Flower Shop owner just smiled fondly, withholding his comments and patiently waiting for the other to recompose himself. When Roman looked at least a tad calmer he decided to make his decision to talk to him clear.

“I’m glad you’re in a good mood, Ro! I just wanted to remember today’s shift is already over. I need a bit of time to organize everything before the painter comes so we can discuss the new design of the Flower Shop. Thank you so much for the ideas, by the way! I can’t wait for you all to see the result! It will be so pretty!!” Roman’s wide eyes were enough of an explanation of why he wasn’t ready to go yet, probably having forgotten about their last month conversation. Although, the surprised look was away in an instant, a shine taking over his glare before he softened, locking his eyes with Patton.

“Of course, it will be, Patty-cake! With my magnificent ideas and your good taste, I really don’t think any other result besides wonderful and perfection will be possible!” He squeezed Patton’s cheeks and his friend stuck out his tongue at him, winning a quick poke on his ribs that made him squirms and yelp, quickly tittering and waving the other with his hands.

“Now shoo-shoo, go enjoy your afternoon!”

A devious smirk gleamed on Roman’s expression for a second. “You can count on it, Padre.” But then it was gone as quickly as it appeared. “Thank you, my mighty hero in a shiny armor! May the universe let our destiny align again in the future.”

“See ya, kiddo!” He replied, his tune also full of joy, watching the one with red hair going away, a happy bounce on his steps.

[…]

Virgil picked the phone in the first ring. “Roman, something happened?”

“Nope,” the purple lover sighed in relief, all the tension getting out of his body and being replaced by confusion, “nothing happened except that a handsome, incredible someone got out from his work earlier than expected and might be heading his home by now.”

That made Virgil shot up, biting his lower lip, butterflies freaking out. “No.” It was his whisper.

“Oh, yes. ~” Roman practically purred on the speaker. “any last words, my dear, defenseless Giggly Storm?”

Virgil just giggled and Roman had almost forgotten how that sound only was enough to spread an explosion of a warm, good feeling on his chest. “Aw, and here I was thinking I would have at least some challenge today. ~” He continued to tease.

Silence.

“Go check your messages, Princeypie.”

And then he hung up. Roman fondly rolled his eyes, running to check the new notification on their conversation.

[Panic! At Everywhere sent a photo]

It was Virgil, sitting on his bed criss crossed, one elbow resting on his thigh as he took the picture on the body mirror on the other side of the room, a strong blush very visible on his face half hidden by the device, wearing a short and Roman’s red crop top. A new message popped right under the photo.

[P: Get your butt here and tickle me, Sir Sing a Lot.’]

This emo was going to be the death of him.

[D: Aww, I don’t even get a smile?]

[P: You gotta work for those, Princey.]

Virgil definitely did not jump nor yelp as he heard the low, dangerous tune of an “evil” laughter echoes in the house coming from the living room, the sound of the front door being closed making his flight instincts kick in.

“Oh, don’t worry.” Virgil was already halfway to the most far away room where he could escape, trying to keep his reputation as he heard another set of footsteps quickly getting ground and following right behind him. Laughter and squeaks mixed in the air.

“Because I will.” Roman answered.

#Very teasy #Teases #Lee!Virgil #Ler!Roman #Virgil is a brat and Roman is one as well #Ticklish!Virgil #Sanders Sides tickles #Sanders Sides tickling #Kanene's Fanfic #Kanene's Art #Kanene's fic #Brief self tickles #Feathers #blushy bois #Writing this kind of fic is very fun and sdfghertcvgbhn kind of silly as well #Virgil: Tickle me// Roman: Okay// Virgil: *NYOOOM*#I still don't know how to tag this dfghjsdfghdcf #I feel like my writing is a bit weird nowdays but yeah I'm still proud of this!

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rinoomi · 2 years

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yeaay, i'm glad to know you've been doing well !! :DD

ooh, it's a holiday for you guys!! :0 !! let's just assume there's no classes by default ehe <3

i strive to achieve a day where i can laze around and just curl up in bed. it's a sort of calming and relaxed feeling i like :D

itto and childe mains in windtrace are a different level of amusement. i remember being hunter once using kujou sara and this one guy who used itto was just circling me ajkhdkfj but they're very sweet <33 ayato !!! hhh i want him too but i'm still saving for kazuha and ayaka :( you'll get ayato, we can drag him to make sure >:)

and yes, xiao came home!!! :DD barely, actually. he came home when it was legitimately like, 1 hour or less remaining on his banner. i was like "wait pls i'm at 79 pity" and xiao decided to come home on my 80th pull, haha! if i hadn't reached pity at 40 before, i probably wouldn't have gotten him (i lost 50/50 to my first qiqi when i was at 40 pity last time; been grinding throughout xiao's banner after it)

ooh, looks like you have lots to draw :0 !! take your time, you can do it!! >:) a 90 minute nap sounds lovely, it reminded me of the time i slept throughout the whole afternoon out of exhaustion once (slept at 1pm, woke up at like 5pm) maybe exhaustion crept up on you? or you felt relaxed to the point you dozed off? well, either way, i hope it placed you in a nice mood <3 oh, and go get some water, please!! :0 !!

rimiii my love <3

and yess I get you! taking naps and just lazying around all day >>>> it's one of the best feelings fr <3 and omg pls the windtrace event gave me sm anxiety oof- especially being the hunter aaaaaaa I'm soo bad at hunting I swear where are you guys hiding :"( this one time my capture control wasn't working and sayu kept running around me in circles and I was just standing there like uhhhh🧍🏻‍♀️pls ayato has bewitched me since day one, I'm soo intrigued oml I hope his design lives up to all our expectations :3

OOHhh!! I'm glad xiao came home!! I hope you have lots of fun playing with him! did you prepare for him in advance? also omg a very similar thing happened to me on kazuha's banner (had him gauranteed because I too lost to qiqi around 30?) kaz showed up soo late and I almost gave up aaaaa but hands down kaz is one of the most fun characters to play with! his E is soo FUNNNN AAAAAAAA also also his Japanese va is the same as suna and I just HAD to get him for that reason hahaha I've spent hours just listening to him talk and going thru his voicelines, that voice does sumn to me aaaaaa I hope you get him!! I'm gonna try my luck on ayaka's rerun too because cryo women >>>

also yes hahahah I think I was just tired and relaxed both when I took a nap yesterday, one of the best naps I took omg I remember I was listening to this playlist a moot of mine made for me and it was just soo calming, I fell asleep watching the blue sky and leaves move outside of my window,, I hope I get to experience more moments like this and I hope you get to as well <3

also rimi I loove talking w you sm! conversations just flow soo easily when it's w you and I fr think that if we ever met in real life or were friends in real life we'd laze around the bed together and talk about everything and anything, whenever I write out my msgs to you I always imagine it to be like this <3 ily and adore you and I'm glad we're friends!! I hope life treats you kind forever and take good care of yourself okay? <3

#chats with fir ☕︎#guest: rimi

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maggielindemanns · 4 years

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all mixed up - an elu social media au

summary: it’s simple really - eliott meets a guy at the bar, that guy gives him a fake number, and that fake number just so happens to belong to lucas. the rest is history.

[EPILOGUE PART THREE]

[EPILOGUE PT 2 || BONUS]

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[note: putting it up here w everything else bc this one is long so it’ll be under the cut and i am SORRY . this took so long i was not at my home and i have one lil baby bonus thing i wanna post (later), but i just wanna say another thank you to all of you, like...just finishing out the writing process of this universe today really put me through Emotions LMFAO but i really do just wanna thank you guys one last time for every single thing, the support and love i’ve gotten with this au has been nothing short of incredible and heart warming and honestly my whole world like cannot even express how much this au and you all mean to me so . sadly, here i am to do this 🥺 without further ado, the final part for amu, epilogue part 3 🥺💛]

JAN 11TH, 12:32 AM

Eliott couldn’t sleep. It was officially anniversary day, their six month anniversary, and rather than sleeping peacefully in Lucas’ arms, he was watching the slow and steady rise and fall of his shoulders as he breathed. Hair was falling onto his forehead and his eyelashes were casting a shadow onto his cheekbones, thanks to the soft white light of the streetlights peeking through the curtains. To Eliott, he looked nothing short of ethereal, but he always thought that about Lucas.

His thoughts were the very reason why he couldn’t sleep, however. School was starting up in a matter of days, graduation was around the corner, and he was yet to hear back from any internships he applied to last week while at his parents’ house with Lucas. The pressures of life to come were hitting him so very hard, and the timing was just not good.

“Why do you think so loud?” Lucas mumbled in that usual sleepy voice, the one that made Eliott want to hold him forever and never let him go. He opened his eyes when Eliott took too long to give an answer, and that made Eliott smile.

“Why do you listen so hard?” he countered, and Lucas tsked at him, starting to smile back.

“You’re an ass.” He reached over and touched Eliott’s face then, thumbing over his cheekbone and his lips. “Pretty though. What’s on your mind, Lartigue?”

“Too much.”

“Talk to me. I got time.”

“Remember all those internships I applied to with you?” he asked. Lucas nodded. “Nothing back so far. Graduation is in a matter of months. My senior year is going to end and I’m probably going to be stuck at the video club if no one gets back to me. I don’t want to stock DVDs and check things in and out forever, I wanna create and live life as a true starving artist.”

“Eli,” he sighed, “you will get something, don’t stress.”

“What if I don’t?”

“Then...you’ll keep trying ‘til you do. And I’ll be with you every step of the way. Even if it takes years and we end up having to use twisty ties as wedding rings and live in your tiny college apartment forever, I’ll still support you and your dream. You deserve it, so.”

Eliott just smiled at him, feeling overwhelmed with the amount of love for the boy laying beside him. Lucas always seemed to know what to say to make him feel better and put a halt to the quick spiraling of his thoughts. His gaze was unwavering and his eyes were bright as he scooted closer to Eliott until they were basically nose to nose.

“I love you,” was all Eliott could think to say. Lucas’ face softened and he kissed Eliott’s nose, feeling like ‘I love you’ back wasn’t sufficient for what he felt for Eliott. Of course, six months didn’t seem like a long time, but to Lucas, it felt like a lifetime of loving Eliott. Of learning everything about him, including what he needs to hear in times like this. And he really did love him more than anything.

“I love you too. More than you know, Demaury. Let’s sleep, yeah?” Eliott nodded at that and Lucas turned over, Eliott snuggling close and pressing a kiss to Lucas’ shoulder.

“Twisty ties,” Eliott whispered, and Lucas simply closed his eyes.

“Shut up.”

•••••

JAN 11TH, 11:54 PM

“This tastes like fizzy glitter water, Eliott,” Lucas laughed, and Eliott laughed even harder, almost spilling his own glass of cheap champagne. They decided to save the drinks for home after spending the night out at dinner so they could come back to Eliott’s together, the rest of their night spent drunk on cheap champagne and wrapped up in each other.

“It is champagne, stop. Glittery because it’s...the shimmers of our love in it.”

“What are you even saying right now?” Lucas asked him, and he shrugged, downing the rest of his glass and pouring another.

“I don’t know, baby. But I do know this - I love you so fucking much, happy six months.”

“À ce soir,” Lucas said, smiling and holding up his glass. Eliott clinked his glass against Lucas’ and they sipped, smiling at each other like goons. Lucas felt warm and happier than ever honestly. Warm, happy, and so very in love.

About an hour after that, it was almost midnight. Lucas felt thoroughly blissed out after being loved on like he just was, still feeling phantom sensations on his hips, thighs, and face where Eliott grabbed on him the most. He shut his eyes for a second, feeling like he still was catching his breath, and he could feel Eliott staring at him without even looking to confirm.

“Why are you staring at me?” Lucas mumbled, and Eliott laughed, shifting next to him and putting his finger on what most likely was some kind of bruise starting to form along his jaw. The thought combined with his touch sent a chill down his spine.

“Because you’re beautiful.”

“You’re corny, be quiet now.”

Eliott chuckled as he shifted some more beside him, laying on his back, and they did indeed sit in a comfortable silence for a bit before either of them said anything.

“Let’s do this forever, Lu,” Eliott spoke quietly. “Maybe you should just move in with me, like...for real.”

Lucas opened his eyes at that, turning his head to find Eliott looking up at his ceiling, blinking slow. He searched his face for any sign of it being a joke at all or if he was going to continue saying anything else, but he didn’t.

“I’ll consider it. Okay?” Eliott started grinning at that and gave him a short nod.

“Okay.”

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JAN 18TH, 6:52 AM

To say Eliott was nervous about today was an understatement. He didn’t have class for another three hours, and yet he couldn’t get himself to go back to sleep now that he was up. He decided to quietly and carefully slip away from Lucas, who was with him more often than not these days, and go take a long shower to just...think.

He’d been standing in the shower for quite some time, how long exactly he wasn’t sure. The plan was to stand here until it got cold or something and try to not look like he’s thinking about everything under the sun before he went back to Lucas in his room.

When he did make it back to his room, a towel around his waist, he saw that Lucas was actually gone. His side of the bed was made up and the only trace that he was even here was the fact that his drawer was slightly open and a t-shirt was half pulled out of it. That, and the note left on the bed, and Eliott grabbed for it as soon as he noticed it, beginning to read.

eli,

i had class at 9:05 and it’s day one, so i didn’t wanna be late. i’m sorry to just leave this note :( i love you though. i know the last few days have been a little hard for you, but take it easy today, okay? you’re brilliant and whatever needs to get done will get done. i know it. don’t stress. make that your mantra or something.

i made toast and eggs, both in the kitchen. eggs might be cold by the time you read this, but still better than the ‘UOD’ you made me way back when.

i love you, and good luck today. <3

-L

p.s. don't go looking for your brown jacket i stole it bc it’s cold <3

Eliott first looked to his closet, seeing that it was indeed open and a hanger was peeking out, as if he ripped the jacket off of it in his rush to go. The thought made Eliott smile, and he grabbed his phone before making his way to the kitchen to eat, his only thoughts now being how much he loved this boy and always would.

•••••••

JUNE 21ST, 4:33 PM

“Just need a height on Demaury and then we’re done,” Sof told them, filling in for Eliott’s wingspan on the cap and gown sheet.

Lucas had been going around him with a tape measure for the last 45 minutes, debating with Sof and Yann about numbers not sounding right. When Sofiane kept asking ‘well, whose best friend is this?’, Lucas always countered with ‘whose boyfriend is this?’ as if that made him more correct than anyone, and Eliott couldn’t help but smile. In the end, they got it done though, and Eliott was now holding the top of the tape measure for Lucas while he brought it to the floor, looking up at him once he got a measurement.

“What?” Eliott asked. “I was 181 centimeters last time I did this, did I shrink?”

“Nope. 183. A whole two centimeters taller.” Lucas stood back up and booped him on the nose, making him roll his eyes.

“Aw, he’s growing so big and strong, how cute,” Yann teased, and Sofiane laughed, shoving his shoulder and telling him to stop. Lucas wound the tape measure back up with the push of a button then, throwing it at Yann after.

“Can’t believe you losers are graduating next month,” Yann mentioned casually. Sofiane and Eliott looked at each other, seeming a bit sad about the idea, and Lucas gave Yann a look that screamed ‘fix it, now’. “But, you know, you guys will be great adults, obviously. You’re great,” he added hesitantly, “I’ll miss you guys.”

“Yann, just stop talking now,” Lucas sighed, making Sofiane laugh. Eliott just smiled, hugging Lucas from behind and pressing a kiss to his cheek.

“I’ll miss you too, Yann-y boy,” Sofiane teased, pinching his cheek. Yann pushed his hand away, mumbling about hating that Sof called him that.

“Me too,” Eliott agreed before looking at Lucas. “I’d say you too, but I see you all the time.”

“And that won’t change.”

“Ew, please don’t be gross in front of us,” Sofiane groaned, and Eliott started kissing his cheek repeatedly just to be annoying, making Lucas laugh as he accepted the love.

Lucas didn’t say it, but he was going to miss all of this too. And he couldn’t believe he only had not even a month left of this either.

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JULY 11TH, 8:46 PM

“Yours looks better than mine,” Lucas pouted, and Eliott looked at him unamused.

“Lucas, this is my degree.”

Lucas flicked paint off his paintbrush at him and Eliott flinched just a little, starting to laugh. They decided to spend the night in for their anniversary, following a Bob Ross tutorial on some of Eliott’s unused canvases together. Some candles were still burning from their candlelit Chinese takeout dinner they shared, and they were using Eliott’s TV to play the tutorial on. It was all fun and games until Lucas looked over and saw that Eliott’s was like a perfect replica of what was onscreen.

“This is my degree,” Lucas mocked, and Eliott gave him a look before pausing the video. Lucas started laughing and leaned over to press a kiss to his bare shoulder. He then looked at him, not saying anything.

“What now?” Eliott asked, feigning exasperation. Lucas dropped his paintbrush into their jar of water and turned to face him, hugging his knees to his chest. “Uh oh, am I in trouble?”

“Why would you be in trouble, no. I just. I considered.”

“Marriage or the moving thing?” Eliott teased, and Lucas smacked his arm gently.

“The moving thing, idiot. You’re not funny.”

“What’s the verdict, Lallemant?”

“I...guess you can call me your roommate. I’ll move in. The answer’s yes.”

Eliott got visibly excited and immediately got up in lieu of giving an actual response, walking away to his room, and Lucas was beyond confused.

“Eli?” he called out, “where are you going? This is the part where you shower me with kisses and you tell me we’re gonna bang on every surface to celebrate!”

“Wait, wait, wait!”

“That was a joke, Eliott.”

He came running back in and sat in front of Lucas once again, putting a small, maroon box in his hands. A spike of panic rose in Lucas, feeling like he knew what this was.

“Eliott, I love you, but I don’t know if I’m ready to be a husband yet…” he told him, his voice gentle. Eliott started laughing right in his face, and Lucas’ whole demeanor changed. “Fuck you, why are you laughing?”

“No, it’s not funny, baby, I’m sorry—“

“It’s not funny, yet you’re laughing at me.”

“No! Lucas, just. Open it, please.”

Lucas was giving him a dirty look as he opened the box, and when he saw what it was, his face softened again.

“This is...this is for here, isn’t it?”

“This is a key for here, yeah. I was gonna bring it up to you later and give it to you as your gift, but you just kind of beat me to it so I’m giving it to you now. If you want a custom one, I’ll get it for you if you hate it, but I just want you to have keys for what is now ours,” Eliott rambled. “Well, it’s always felt like ours to me, but—“

“Eliott,” Lucas interrupted, looking at him. Eliott took a deep breath and Lucas scooted closer to Eliott, kissing him just once before looking in his eyes. “I love you. It’s perfect, everything. Especially you. Thank you.”

“And I love you.”

•••••••

#skam france #elu #elu social media au #elu fic #elu au #lucas x eliott #my fic #skamfr #skamfr fic #skamfrfic #amu #i never post at this time but i needed this out into the universe asap LMAO

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azbagans · 4 years

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Don’t Be Scared, I Love You.

Pairing: Zak Bagans x Reader

Summary: (Made up) Investigating what's now become a museum, the remnants of John Wayne Gacy's home has dragged the crew for a twist. The killer clown and his victims shaking you to your core.

Warnings: Serial Killer investigation, possible demonic mentions, and minor swearing.

DT: @takemepedropascal

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You and the Ghost Adventures crew were now in Illinois, your newest investigation already having you guys in for a shock. The name itself was insanely chilling, John Wayne Gacy. Better known as, the killer clown, of course. There was no paranormal investigation history to help because the Ghost Adventures crew were the first to not only be allowed to investigate but to be invited to do so. The interviews were just about wrapped up, and now you guys were just waiting for the lockdown.

A simple hang out in the hotel room with simple take out for dinner, because to be frank it was clear none of you could stomach much. "Considering Gacy had two alter egos, in the afterlife we could be dealing with something far more negative," Jay explained, the crew settled out in the small balcony of the shared hotel room. You hadn't quite touched your food much, something was extremely off about this investigation and it was off settling, especially for you. "What else did you find out today?" Aaron asked, before sipping loudly from his nearly empty drink.

A loud slurping sound following the question as to his straw hit against the ice, none of his drink left to be enjoyed. Normally, either of you would make a comment to joke about it, but none of you had it in you. Instead, you responded. "He admitted to having murdered over 33 men. Many were found in the house actually, few in the backyard and some in the crawl space." You shared. You had been helping Jay investigate his history while the others wrapped up the interviews earlier that day. "A couple bodies found in the Des Plaines River." Jay added as he collected his garbage into the fast-food bag it came in.

"Listen, guys..." Zak finally spoke up with a heavy sigh. He knew his crew quite well, after so much time working alongside each other, it was easy to spot they were all on edge already. "I know this is strange, and honestly a bit off settling...but it's also a huge opportunity for us. However, your safety will always be my priority." Zak continued as he glanced at his team, more so his family, as he spoke. "Seriously don't hesitate to communicate any feelings, thoughts, or concerns. It's okay to be afraid, it is." He reassured everyone.

That was the thing about Zak Bagans, he was human. Sure he made some bold decisions, seemingly fearless, but he was indeed human. He also had a big heart, one not many were lucky enough to see. Fortunately for you, being his girlfriend, you knew him quite well. Honestly, his heart might just be one, if not the, biggest reasons why you fell in love with him. You sent him a small smile as the rest of the crew mumbled some response. "Don't get soft on me man, we'll be fine. We always are." Aaron reassured the lead investigator.

As time passed, you and the others getting ready to leave the hotel, you couldn't help but feel your heart begin to pound even harder in your chest as you walked down the hall to the elevator. "You okay, y/n?" Zak asked far softer, as he walked alongside you. His hand resting on the small of your back as you both followed behind the rest of the crew. "You've been quiet today," he added, concern lacing his voice as he gazed down at you. It was no secret you were together, but you guys hardly showed much PDA when filming.

Just occasional teasing from Aaron, sometimes Billy, and from time to time you and Zak would investigate together. "I'm fine, just a little on edge. I don't know why it's bothering me so much." You admitted quietly, gazing up at your boyfriend, keeping the conversation quiet and intimate. When it came to feelings and emotions, the both of you preferred to keep those conversations private. Your friends didn't need to know everything after all. Zak nodded in understanding, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as you both entered the elevator.

The journey down to the ground floor was filled with some commentary, attempted jokes from Aaron, and Zak gently rubbing the small of your back in reassurance. A gesture you treasured greatly.

From the beginning, your presence was known. Not just yours, but everyone. Even when setting up the X cameras and other equipment, activity was quick to welcome the Ghost Adventures crew into the after-hours of their lockdown. Currently, Jay was in their nerve center, Aaron was doing some EVP work in the backyard, and you, Billy, and Zak were making some advances in Gacy's bedroom. It went without much need to say, you were on high alert and on edge after arriving at the location hours ago.

Zak was asking questions in hopes to communicate further with the spirit in the room using the spirit box, while Billy was using the Ovilus at the same time. "You don't need to stay here anymore, you're free to go. Why are you still here?" Zak questioned, moving his hand as he had been covering the spirit box to cover the white noise while he asked. Seconds later, no voices came through but Billy quickly reacted to the small device at hand.

"Woah, y/n come get this!" Billy exclaimed, as you quickly made your way to him, your camera focusing on the device that reads "stuck." As Billy and Zak raved about the discovery, the Ovilus soon came through with, "Crawl." And then again seconds later, "Space." Which left the three of you in shock. "It just said stuck crawl and space!" Billy exclaimed, the investigators a bit excited at the activity considering the spirit box hadn't brought many results. "Are you stuck in the crawl space?" Zak questioned, recalling the information you and Jay had shared back in the hotel.

In the next few minutes, there were no more responses. All activities having just stopped abruptly. "Y/n, why don't you go and check out the basement? Maybe like around the crawl space?" Zak suggested as Aaron came through on the Walkie Talkie. "Zak, come in." Aaron's voice was heard. "Yeah, Aaron what's up?" Zak responded with the device at hand. "Someone needs to come down here with me man.. it's just... it's different out here bro." Aaron admitted.

"Billy's heading down," Zak responded, making eye contact with both you and then Billy before nodding. "I'll stay here and see if I can get some more contact." He clarified. You both nodded and soon you and Billy were heading down the steps, before parting ways to your different destinations. "Good luck," you bidded, Billy doing the same before heading out. You sighed deeply, making your way into the basement with your heart pounding loudly within your chest. Your hand visibly shaking in your camera footage as you managed your way in the dark.

"Hey y/n, you good?" Jay asked, coming in through your walkie talkie, scaring you half to death. "Shit Jay.. not anymore.." you exclaimed as you made it into the basement, taking a moment to compose yourself as best as possible. "I'm good.." you responded before getting your walkie put away, hearing a faint "help.. me..." From the corner of the room, "I'm in the basement, and I swear I just heard someone say 'help me'... I'm completely alone." You explained to the camera to document the discovery, but also to make sure you weren't losing your mind.

Now was a good time to call for Zak or anyone, but you were too stubborn. You had barely gotten down there anyway, you could manage. As you moved closer to the area in which the voice came from, you realized the small crawl space started from that corner. You swallowed the lump in your throat as you pushed past your fear and got down, close to the floor. "Is anyone here with me?" You called out anxiously, your camera pointing into the crawl space, the X camera had you insight which was helpful for Jay back at nerve.

Another faint "...help." was enough to encourage you, no... enough to draw you in. You began to crawl into the small tunnel-like enclosure with your camera, you hadn't meant to crawl in so deep but something was just dragging you closer until you came to a stop, your heart racing as you realized how far under you had gotten. "W-Who are you?" You asked, on high alert as you heard faint rustling around you. Unexplainable movement, as you were clearly alone. Before you could ask another question, your Ovilus came through with "demon." And "hide." Which made you immediately panic as you heard a growl right at your ear, leading you to scream in panic.

You tried to rush out of there, but the tight space only slowed you as you felt a grip at your ankle. "Zak- Zak come in, come in!" Jay nearly shouted into the walkie talkie after your scream came through the audio of the X Camera, but also throughout the house, which had put Zak on edge. "What is it Jay?" Zak responded to the device at hand. "Y-Y/n, she entered the crawl space and I just heard her scream, get down there now!" He reported, concern clear as day in his voice, as he got through to Aaron and Billy too.

Zak felt his heart drop down to his stomach as he heard Jay's response. Dropping whatever he had been doing and rushing down the stairs with his flashlight at hand, nearly tripping down the steps as he made it down another flight of stairs into the basement. He heard your cries from the corner of the room. Zak knew you well, you weren't the type to get frightened so easily, much less react in this way, which only made his worry grow as he kneeled at the opening of the crawlspace. Shining his light as he called out for you, "Y/n! Y/n I'm right here, reach for my hand okay? I'm getting you out of there." Zak did his best to stay calm for you, despite his panicked mindset.

No matter how much you pushed yourself to get out, you always seemed even farther from the exit. You tried to focus on Zak's voice and not the constant growling, as you pushed your free hand out in hopes to find his hand. Once you felt his hand grabbing yours, he helped pull you out, and securely tucked you into his arms once you were out of the crawlspace. Billy and Aaron helped you both up to your feet once they rushed in, and Zak helped you out the house. His arms protectively wrapped around you as he kissed your head, forgetting all about the show, the investigation, the cameras, as he was focused on you and your well being.

"I'm right here, y/n... You're okay now," he reassured you, the lead investigator couldn't help but feel guilty after having assigned you down there. You were both outside and near the car, as quiet sobs left your lips. You couldn't shake the feeling of intense fear, no matter how hard you tried. "Y/n, sweetheart.. breathe.. shh, breathe." Zak tried to calm you, as his hands gently cupped your face, making you meet his gaze. His thumbs gently wiping your tears away as your breathing began to slow.

Quiet sniffles being heard as he finally brought you into his embrace, kissing your head softly. "Don't be scared, I love you." He whispered to you softly, as he held you close and securely. "I love you," he repeated quietly, hoping the power of those three words could in some way help ease you.

They did.

He had said something so perfect, despite the horrifying scare.

He calmed you with six words and one kiss.

"Don't be scared, I love you."

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