#men's day....happy pride...love wins....

[josibunn]

mma!euronymous <33

hihi!! wanna start off by saying thank u a bunch for 400 followers!! yknow I love writing and I would go so hard for anyone in the fandom. I love u!!!

reader comes to one of euros matches for the first time only to be scared out of her heels so euro comforts her after :( i’ve been waittinggggg to release this omgg!!! he’s all I think about out these days, that and twins j/o. crybaby reader, smut! semi public sex, riding->missionary, praise, mentions of blood, fighting, crying by reader, yeah yeah. enjoy!!

you sat pretty in the stands of your boyfriends match, chomping on some caramel popcorn and a soda. you were cramped between a few burly men but you didn’t mind much, you just wanted to watchin for the first time.

øystein has been undefeated his entire career, so that’s the two years you’ve been together tying in with another four years. six years, he’d been boxing since he was a teen, straight outta school, and he rarely lost a fight. you didn’t even have to worry half the time, he always won. sure, he came home sore, and bruised, and stitched up, and sure it always worried you but he always tried to keep you at peace.

he assured you he’d never come home without a win, and that he did. he kept a lovely roof over your head, the best on your body, took you on frequent dates, whatever he could, he did it for you. his sweet girl, he couldn’t imagine the look on your face if you ever saw him hurt in the ring, it’d send him to his knees. that’s why he didn’t want you there. in fact, he forbid you completely, always telling you “it’s not a place for girls like you,” and he was right, but ugh…that wasn’t enough. you wanted to see him in action.

you always listened to him on the radio or just waited for him to get home and tell you how it went, and you didn’t even really care until you read the paper and read he was going against someone rather popular, stronger, bigger and in the game longer than øystein. you knew your boyfriend was good, he was all over your small town, the pride, best know for his quick feet and hard face taps, so you didn’t know why you got scared, but you went anyway. it might be fun, your first match!!

and of course you didn’t let him know you were there, heavens no. but he’d be so happy when he saw you, right?

so as I was saying, you stood between a few big burly looking, yelling men as you watched the fight, clutching your purse and consesions close to you. you wore a special dress you got with the spending money he gave you, pairing it with some little heels and a cute pink coach clutch with your hair half up just as you knew he liked it, it made you look dolly. “knock ‘em down!” you hear a man next to you cheer for øysteins opponent, making you roll your eyes. you watch your boyfriend, knowing you did his signature corpse paint just before he left, remembering how you psyched him up. god, he’s gonna be so happy to see you!

all of the sudden, you tune back, and øysteins against the ropes, taking hits to the gut. you gasp, dropping your things and your hands reaching for your chest, fear flooding your system as you study every inch of his body, his eyes that blink uncoordinatedly, his head that lolled to the side with each hit, his feet loosing balance and almost sliding off the matt, and his arms that laid against the ropes.

“oh my god, oh my god!! euronymous!” you gasp, gripping the railing in front of your row. a man next to you laughs, “he’s done for!” he says, making you fight back. “don’t say that! he’s gonna get up,” you start to frown, vision going blurry and you realize you’re tearing up, oh your poor baby, you never knew it was like this :(. you wanna cry, is this why he didn’t want you to come?

you quickly wipe the tears off your cheeks, this isn’t a place to cry, you tell yourself. you watch him block a hit and send his glove to the other guys face before øysteins grabbing and running him back, slamming him on the mat, and the crowd boos.

the ref comes in and restates the fight, and before you know it the whistle blows and they’re circling each other again. you cover your mouth and tears fall again when øystein gets one, two, three hits to the face, his corpse paint mixing with his own blood and his eyes blinking hard before he’s sending them back, two quick ones to the jaw and another to his ribs.

you sniffle your tears back when he’s sending his opponent through the ropes, hit after hit after hit before the ref is pulling øystein off. his opponent falls to the ground, and you hold your breath because you honestly didn’t know what that meant, but the crowd goes wild. the announcers call out your boyfriends stage name as the ref holds his fist up, and you choke out a sob when you realize he won. you knew he would. you just got scared.

so you’re shoving past all the old, ugly men, shouting “move, move!” before you race down to his station off the mat, and you see him, almost wanting to cry again. he’s getting the blood cleaned up off his face and out of his hair. his eyes are shut as water pours down his head and into a bucket, red mixing with it. his gargled water and spits out blood, and his eyes are barely open before he hears you, “øystein!” you call out.

he oofs when you jump onto him, arms instinctively wrapping around you and holding you up, “baby,” he whispers, almost enjoying the feeling of you embracing him before his eyes popping open, and he grasps the situation. “baby??” he gets a good look at your teary face before he’s looking around, and suddenly reporters are circling you two and his crew is being blinded by flashing lights.

anger fills him as he wraps his arm around you and keeps you on his hip, “the fuck are you doing here?” he whispers to you before he’s shouting, “EVERYONE back UP!” his voice is booming as he glared at everyone around him, and your little sobs in his ear has him frowning even as he tries not to.

“you-you were all hurt and-and I want to support you and-” he doesn’t give you time to finish through your tears before he’s laying your head on his shoulder, “hey hey s’okay baby, yknow i’m ok, just lay your head down, let’s go somewhere else.” he whispers, weaving through the cameras and crowds of people. his manager is chewing his ear off behind you two as you walk through the empty locker rooms of the building. oh yeah..you guys aren’t public. at all.

I mean,,the restaurant workers knew about you when he rented the place out when he took you out, and his manager and his…parents. but that was it. øystein wanted you out of the public eye as much as possible, because if someone brought you up in a press meeting or a smack talking comp he’d light the place up, no questions asked. and it was another reason he didn’t want you at the matches, too many eyes on you and it’d overwhelm you, he knew it would, you get overwhelmed at theme parks.

his manager is eating øysteins head off as you sit on a bench away from them, yelling things like “fucking here” and “the press” and you knew it was because of you. it was gonna be in every newspaper, on every radio station…

you twiddle with your rings as you sniffle, looking down sadly as they pace around the room shouting over each other before øysteins yells “go calm them the fuck down out there n’ ill deal with her, a’ight? fuck,” and the door slams, making you jump. øystein walks past you, wiping his remainder blood and paint off before he stands before you, and you can’t look at him, knowing he’s angry at you like this.

“song bird.” his voice is sweet as he puts his hands on his hips above his fighting shorts, and his bodies glistening. you look up at him and your lips already quivering again as you twist your feet nervously. he sees it, “why you cryin’ baby, huh?” you look away again but he tilts your chin back up at him, and his gentle words have you sobbing. “what’s wrong?” he caressed your face as he wipes your tears away, you holding his shorts lightly.

“you..I just didn’t like seein’ you hurt, and he was hittin’ you a lot and,” you sniffle, “and I was sitting by these guys and they were talking about you, it was just too much, are you ok??” you pull him down to his knees at your level, and he’s fighting a laugh. “i’m fine baby, promise. nothing I can’t handle, you know that. cmon baby you know that, I always beat em, don’t I?” you mirror him and hold his face, nodding.

“that’s right, and of course people talk about me, they’re just mad i’m always winnin’. but..[y/n],” he makes you look into his eyes, holding your chin, and you realize he’s getting serious. “what did I tell you about comin’ to these things, hm? didn’t I tell you I didn’t want you at my matches?” he nods, and you sniffle as you look away.

“look at me when i’m talkin’ to you baby, I told you about that.” he keeps your cheeks in his grasp, your bright n doey eyes steady on his. “you..you told me not to come to em, but I read about you in the paper and I just wanted to support you! I wanted to watch you in action,” you plead, and he sighs, holding your hand in his now.

“you already do so much for me sugar, you know that. you support me enough, you support me by waitin all pretty f’me, you support me by makin me that good shit I like, by patching me up and takin good care of me, by letting me lay you down and beat this pussy in when I come home,” he kisses your hand, making you smile and flush.

“s’why I don’t need you here to support me, ok? a place like this isn’t built for pretty dolls like you,” he says, and you smile. “I can’t protect you if i’m down there kicking ass and you’re up there around all those ugly old guys. because if they lay a finger on you, i’m not gonna be able to help you, and you’re gonna have to carry round a gun, and a pretty thing like you doesn’t need a fuckin’ gun,” he jokes, and you laugh.

“okay,” you nod. “and baby the press doesn’t even know about you yet, yknow that, right? and I-I just don’t want them all in your face, you bein my girl and being so pretty at that..they’ll blind you with all that flash. and they’ll harass you and say all these mean things because you’re mine and I don’t want that. ok? I need you to stay home for me baby,” he sits next to you on the bench, and you nod, “I will, I just wanted to see you but n-never again, that was scary. don’t like seein you hurt,” you frown.

“I know baby, it’s ok though, yknow m’ok.” he says, pulling you in his lap and you kiss him passionately, gripping his hot shoulders as he leans a hand back on the bench and keeps one on you, your legs dangly on the side of him as you say on his. you’re dominating him in the kiss and he’s letting you, admiring how needy and scared you were. he thought it was adorable, you running to his side because of a few hits to the face.

“you look so adorable mama,” he hums and you giggle in the kiss, feeling his rough n bruised hands grip your ass, “s’new, got it yesterday. wanted to look pretty for you.” you say, and he hums again in the kiss, “you always look pretty baby, y’like my little barbie,” he says before you slip your tongue in his mouth, getting a moan out both of you.

you push more into the kiss, shaky moans coming from you as you grind on his clothed length eagerly, your heels just barely touching the floor of the locker room. “you missed me baby?” he says as he pulls the bottom of your dress, hands running over your barely clothes ass and to the crotch of your panties where your cunt rests, brushing over your wet spot. you pull away and nod, scooting back and stroking his hard cock through his shorts, making him bite his lip and groan.

“mhm, watched you come out in your paint n stuff, looked so handsome.” you tell him, watching his cheeks grow pink as he smiles, you loved how compliments always flustered him so bad. “n’your arms looked so good hittin’ him like that, so hot,” and you smile watching him smirk.

“my sweet girl, my biggest fan,” he says, and you whimper, feeling him push a finger into your cunt as his other pulls yours panties to the side, gripping his cock as you speed up and grab onto his shoulder. “bet you gotta lotta lady fans, huh?” you say, your face turning at the thought. you knew he did, I mean, look at him? his face, his physique, he’s walking sex, leaking pheromones with every hard glare of his bedroom eyes.

“somethin’ like that. what, you jealous? hm?” he taunts, and you upturn your lip at his smirk. “bet not be lettin’ them touch all over you. don’t even look at em.” you say, and he lets out a little chuckle as he slips his second finger in you, making you moan out and duck your head near his ear.

you grab onto his shoulders as his bulge rubs against your thigh, and you’re gasping as he fingers your open. “and if i do?” he taunts, pushing his fingers deeper in you. “what’re you gonna do baby, hm? gonna fight em, maybe follow in my footsteps? gonna fuck me up about it?” he continues to push, and you whine. “øystein.” you warn, making him giggle.

“I won’t sugar, promise. cmere,” he whispers as he hikes you up, your boobs to his face as he pulls out his cock and lines you up, bringing his tip all down your folds, gathering your wetness before he slides his tip in, and you instantly start lowering yourself on him without help, making him tip his head back and his back arch and his eyes squeeze shut.

“oh my godd,” he moans, gripping your hip as he leans back on his hand some more. you share a moan as you slowly start bouncing yourself on his cock, this wasn’t the first time he fucked you after a match, of course not, but it was the first time he got you right after a match. still sweaty, hair wet and dripping and his fighting shorts pulled down just enough for you to fuck yourself. it was a euphoric feeling, tension fading away as he takes in your wet heat, your walls accommodating to his size like you were made for him.

“fuck baby, fuck. oh yeah.” he moans, and you’re watching his face as his mouth parts open and his eyes squeeze together, his brows burrowing with each roll of your hips as you bounce on his dick. “s’fuckin it princess, god this pussy.” he groans, gripping the back of your dress as his breath labors. “m’sorry for showin’ up n makin the cameras go crazy,” you squeak, but he shakes his head. “it’s ok baby it’s gettin’ taken care of, don’t worry bout a thing.” he’s already getting lost in the way you feel as his words slur, in the moment you could ask for his entire life savings and he’d give it to you and much more.

you wrap your arms arms around his neck, hugging him and he smiles, his hand that wasn’t holding himself up wrapping around you. “my pretty girl, protective little baby,” he pants, smile prominent in his voice. “s’ok princess you know i’m ok, he was light work.” he assures you, listening to your mewls and moans as you bounce on his cock, holding him close to you as if he’d float away.

“are they gonna get mad at you? your bosses n stuff?” you ask, and he shakes his head, “mm-mm, it’ll go over soon. jan axel’ll take care of it.” he assures, and ofc his best friend’s his manager. øysteins eyes pop open when he hears the door to the locker room open, shushing you quickly as he listens for voices, thankfully you guys were tucked behind a wall of lockers.

“mr. euronymous sir!” he hears a voice, sighing and rolling his eyes. “what’s the connection with the lady that jumped on you! is she a sister, family member, wife??” a reporter asks. “what? she’s my girlfriend- i-i’ll be out in a few just gimme a second,” he calls back, trying to stabilize his voice.

his mouth hangs open as you squeeze onto him, moaning quietly next to his ear as you sped up, letting out a tiny, “fuck baby,” into your neck.

“mr. euronymous how do you feel about your opponents comments towards the mysterious lady’s outburst towards you?” another reporter asks, making euronymous groan. he heard the commotion get closer, making him anxious, cooing at you and ducking your head into his shoulder for you to moan, feeling how close you were in the way you squeeze on his cock and wrap yourself around his body like a koala.

“fuck the comment, i’ll answer all your questions just,” he takes a shuddery breath, swallowing back spit. “just gimme a minute to help my lady out, ok?” he calls again, gripping your body as he starts fucking upward into you, a quiet, “oh my god, oh my god baby,” coming from him as he moans shakily, stomach tensing up.

he heard his manager yelling at all the reporters to get the fuck back as euronymous takes charge and lifts you into the air, laying you on your back and fucking into you with his hand holding you close to him, making you moan out, grabbing onto him as you throw your head back and shut your eyes, brows raising. he captures you in a kiss to silence you, slamming his cock into you, groaning into your mouth with each thrusts.

your legs wrap around his hips, pulling him deeper, and you can’t help but pull away to moan, chest heaving up to his as he watches you, wrapping you closer around him. “shh baby I know, I know jus’ keep it down ok? be my good girl n’ keep it down mama, fuck ure’ so good,” he sighs, watching himself disappear into your wet throbbing cunt.

“gonna cum, gonna cum euro,” you whine, breathing heavily through your nose as he continues to pound into you, tiny squeaks and oh oh oh!-s coming from you before he plugs you again, locking lips with yours.

you hold his neck and pull at his hair as you squeeze his neck, eyes fluttering as you messily kiss back, øystein swallowing your moans with each kiss to your sweet spot. you scratch as his bare back and squeal in his mouth as you cum around his cock, a white ring forming around the base of his cock and latching onto his pubes, and he’s twitching inside you as he lets out a long sigh, speeding up his thrust because his orgasm was right behind yours.

“that’s it baby, did so good,” he whispers, listening to your whines as the overstimulation reaches you, cursing when he feels you clench and throb around him. “øystein..” you whimper. “I know baby, don’t worry m’gonna cum, ok? gonna cum in you so I don’t ruin that pretty dress,” he pants, and you moan as he fucks his cum into you, short squelchy plap plap plap mac and cheese sounds coming from between you as he kisses your lips cutely in tiny doses, moaning slightly as he catches his breath with you.

“you feelin better? hm?” he asks you, and you nod hazily, all your thoughts fucked out of you. he giggled at you as he lays you on the bench and pulls out, going to clean you up with his towel as you eye him. “did it hurt?” you ask him, as stupid as it is, but all he does is laugh and shake his head.

“the adrenaline and shit doesn’t let it hurt, you feel it for a second but you don’t have time to feel it because you have to think about his or your next move. what, you wanna get into fightin’ or somethin?” he asks you and you sit up, pulling your panties on. “maybe. maybe i’ll take you down.” you smile and he mirrors you before giving you a little kiss, and the doors open again.

“don’t try any shit like that again. don’t wanna walk in and see pussy,” jan axel is pointing fingers, making you flush. he ends up telling you two the fans/press love you. seeing euronymous, a usually always angry and stone faced fighter go soft for his girl brought something out in people. so you sit pretty in a designated spot near his team (when you decide to go) and walk hand in hand out of every match. :)

mma euro anyone? hehehehe I looooved writing this!! I have a deathly soft spot for euro babying and caring reader :3 I hope u enjoyed!! mwah mwah mwah 💋

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[ichorai]

number 13 ; rhaenyra targaryen.

track thirteen of BROKEN MACHINE.

pairing ; rhaenyra targaryen x lannister!f!reader

synopsis ; in another life, she could’ve been with you, she was sure. a life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men.

words ; 5.4k

themes ; angst, mild fluff

warnings / includes ; takes place from e3-8, rhaenyra and reader are bisexual, allusions to sex, infidelity, foul language, lots of time jumps sorry ;-; nearly two decades is crammed into this, reader is later married to jasper wylde and has his children, mentions of other hotd characters, jason lannister being annoying, not quite a happy ending cries :(

The celebration for Aegon’s second name day was in full swing. Large, lavish tents were erected, decorated with flowers and greenery of all sorts. Every which way you looked, there were tables full to the brim with cakes and pastries and cheeses, goblets of wines and platters of fruits. Outside the tents lined stalls offering roasted meats dripping with rich oils, exotic delicacies from Essos, and all sorts of extravagant animals parading for show. 

You’d taken to watching the blue peacocks with muted fascination—it was the first time you’d seen birds that large. Sure, the doves at Casterly Rock grew plump and lazy, but they were no grand feat.

Your brothers, the lion twins of house Lannister, Jason and Tyland, stood by your side. They were bickering amongst themselves about who would be the first to speak to the Princess, Rhaenyra Targaryen. They weren’t being too quiet about it either, loudly proclaiming that the other twin would have to wait their turn.

“Toss a coin,” you boredly said, picking up a golden-green grape from a gilded tray on a nearby table and popping it into your mouth. “Though, knowing you two, you’d probably be too bull-headed to decide who gets heads and who gets tails.”

“I get heads!” both of them announced at once. They glared at each other for a moment, before Tyland propped his hands on his hips and blew out an exasperated sigh. 

“Fine. You go first. The one that goes last will be the one that she remembers, anyway,” Tyland told his twin, his Lannister pride getting the better of him. He arched an eyebrow and jutted his chin out to the Princess, who’d just strode out of the tent. 

You tore your eyes away from the ridiculous birds, fixing your gaze on Rhaenyra. Her hair shone a pearlescent white beneath the sun’s brilliance, nearly as bright as the golden rings she twirled about her fingers, hands clutched closely to the deep red bodice of her dress. She was a grand beauty, you surmised. It was no wonder your brothers were so desperate for her hand—though you were certain they only wanted her for the power that came with her rather than the Princess herself. 

A smile twitched over your lips upon seeing Rhaenyra lean over the sweets, sneakily plucking a lemon slice off of one of the cakes, popping it into her mouth just as quickly as she had swiped it.

Off Jason went not a second later, content with speaking to her before his brother. In his mind, he was sure she’d fall in love with him on the spot—how could she consider anyone else when he could offer her anything she wanted? A handsome, strong husband, as much gold as she could yearn for, and the promise of children with golden-silver hair?

“She doesn’t look too pleased,” you murmured to Tyland, studying the way Rhaenyra’s features soured with distaste the longer Jason spoke.

The corner of his mouth tilted upwards in mild amusement, but he said nothing else. Instead, he slunk off to disappear within the tent, needing to speak to the King about urgent matters concerning Prince Daemon’s reckless endeavors.

Jason could feel his little sister’s stare bore into the back of his neck. It made him nervous, despite his larger-than-life ego—he itched to prove to his family that he was capable of winning the Princess over. 

“Was your own second name day as grand as this?” he crowed, trying his best to appear nonchalant. 

Barely sparing him a glance, Rhaenyra folded her fidgeting hands behind her back. She trained her eyes on the large bonfire situated across the field. “I honestly don’t recall, and neither will Aegon.” There was a twinge of disdain in her voice, but that went largely unnoticed by Jason.

“Lord Jason Lannister,” he said, bowing his head ever so slightly.

Rhaenyra half-smiled. “I gathered that from all the lions.”

Hastily, Jason chanced a look down at his apparel—he was decked in crimson and shimmering gold and embroidered lions of all sizes. He was practically a walking banner for his house. “I don’t think we’ve been properly introduced.”

“Your twin serves on my father’s council,” Rhaenyra told him, narrowing her eyes in scrutiny. 

Snapping his fingers, Jason beckoned for a servant to come forth and bring him a chalice of wine. “Tyland is frightfully dull, gods love him. My sister finds me far more entertaining.” It wasn’t a complete lie—Jason would often take you riding outdoors whilst Tyland took to reading in complete silence with you. Jason merely surmised that you enjoyed your time more with him rather than his twin. He plucked a goblet off the tray and held it out for Rhaenyra to taste. “The finest honeyed wine you’ll ever try. Made in Lannisport, of course.”

He didn’t catch the way Rhaenyra subtly rolled her eyes. “Of course,” she said. She took a small sip, humming mildly. It tasted like every other wine she’d had. A part of her wondered if the sister Jason had been talking about was around. Was she in the tent, amongst the women gossiping around the Queen Alicent? Immediately, her mood soured once more.

“The Kingswood is a fine hunting ground,” Jason started speaking again, eager to spark a flame between them. “But the best spot is to be found at Casterly Rock. Have you been?”

“Once,” Rhaenyra replied. “On a tour with my mother, when I was young. Honestly can’t recall much of that, either.”

With a grin, Jason kept boasting on, “The Rock is thrice the height of the Hightower in Oldtown, taller still than the Wall in the north.” He stepped closer to her. “It’s been said that if one were to stand in the tower on a perfect day, one could see clear across the Sunset Sea.”

“Must be quite something.”

“I don’t have a dragon pit, of course,” he said, voice lowering an octave, “but I do have the means and the resources to build one.”

Arching a brow, Rhaenyra leveled her eyes with his. Amethysts against emeralds. “Why would you need a dragon pit?”

“To house dragons, of course,” he bluntly replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “I’d do anything for my Queen. Or… my lady wife.”

There was a beat of silence. Realization and anger flooded her features all at once moments later. 

“Thank you for the wine,” she said with a stiff, polite smile, handing him the chalice. With that, she stormed off, making her way back to the tent. 

You watched her disappear, before fixing your eyes on Jason. You wondered what in seven hells Jason had said to make her so upset. Knowing him, he’d probably soiled the mood with his ridiculous self-importance.

Inside the tent, Rhaenyra made a bee-line to her father, interrupting the conversation he was holding with Lyonel Strong and, as her rotten luck would have it, Tyland Lannister. 

“Is that what I am to you?” she hissed. “A prize to proffer about to the great houses?”

Pursing his lips, the King calmly told his daughter, “You’re of age, Rhaenyra. And Jason Lannister is an excellent match.”

“He’s arrogant and self-serious!”

From behind the two, Tyland could barely hold back his victorious laugh. 

“Well, I thought you might have that in common,” Viserys said. Rhaenyra recoiled with a scowl at his words, as if she’d been struck. “Since you came of age, I’ve been slowly drowning in a lake parchment flung from every corner of the realm. Marriage proposals, all. And I have tried, oh so often, to discuss it with you! But you’ve refused me at every turn!” His voice raised with frustration. Several curious heads turned to see what the commotion was.

Baring her teeth, Rhaenyra insisted, “That is because I do not wish to get married!”

“Even I do not exist above tradition and duty, Rhaenyra!” the King yelled.

Rhaenyra hotly spewed out a protest, but was quickly cut off by Otto Hightower. The two were reeled back in from their argument, noticing everybody’s prying eyes on them.

“You must marry,” said Viserys to Rhaenyra. And that was that. 

He turned to Otto, asking what it was he needed to say, effectively dismissing Rhaenyra. The Princess angrily pushed her way out of the tent, the heels of her boots scuffing deep into the dirt once she exited.

“What do you think has got her knickers all twisted?” Jason asked, taking a large bite into a sizzling skewer of meat. The two of you watched as Rhaenyra made her way to the tethered horses beside the tent. 

You shook your head, exasperated. “You’re such a fool, Jason. You know nothing about women. Did you even try to ask if she wanted to marry you, instead of presuming it to be so?” Before he could respond, you were already walking off, leaving your indignant older brother in your wake. You stopped by the sweet desserts on one of the long tables, picking up a delicate slice of lemon cake.

A coil of nervousness sat within the pits of your stomach as you approached the Princess. You were near the same age as Rhaenyra, if not just a few moons younger. If it were anyone else, you would’ve easily made friends without hesitation. But this was the Princess—she was royalty.

And it didn’t quite help that she was so beautiful.

“I’m sorry about him,” you said, pulling Rhaenyra’s attention away from the horses, to you. She spun the golden rings about her fingers in quick motions. She studied your face first, before darting down to the simple dark dress you were wearing, detailed with yellow embroidery. It took her a moment to realize that you were Jason and Tyland’s sister—you shared many physical similarities with your brothers, though Rhaenyra had to admit that you were far prettier than they were. “Jason is an imbecile. He thinks his own cock should be gilded with gold.”

Your words made Rhaenyra smile, the corner of her eyes crinkling as she laughed. A strange sort of pride festered within your chest.

“I take it the Lannister twins are your brothers?”

“Unfortunately, Princess.”

She hummed in amusement. Her eyes flickered to the cake you were holding.

“Would you, uhm—” You cleared your throat, a nervous flush creeping up your neck, spilling over the skin of your cheeks. “Would you like the lemon slice? I saw you nick one off before my brother came to you. I… I usually find it a bit too sour for my taste. Would be a waste for me to toss it away.” 

After a moment of consideration, she nodded, and you held it out for her to take. She murmured a sound of content at the tart sourness, before shooting you a small smile.

“Thank you.”

“Of course.” She fiddled with her rings as you absent-mindedly tugged at a loose thread on your dress. “I understand how you feel. I mean, obviously not as much pressure as you, I’m sure, but… my father wants to marry me off as soon as possible.”

Rhaenyra’s features softened ever so slightly. “It’s terrible. Fathers forcing us into marriages we don’t want. If I was born a man, none of this would be a problem.”

You turned your head to glance over at Jason, who had already moved on to flirting with other ladies of the court. “I’m glad I was not born a man. Or else, I’d be afeard of turning out like my idiot brothers.”

There it was again. Rhaenyra chortled at your words, her grin growing wider. 

“I’m also glad you’re not like them. You’re far easier to talk to. Much less…”

“Of a Lannister?” It was your turn to laugh. You wrinkled your nose humorously. “Yes, there’s enough lions in our castle as it is. I’m content just being me.”

With a nod, Rhaenyra scanned her gaze along the crowd. “It was nice meeting you, Lady…”

“Y/N.”

Her violet irises glimmered. “It was nice meeting you, Lady Y/N. Thank you for the lemon. Enjoy the festivities.”

You nodded and gave her a slight curtsy, watching as she straddled one of the horses. A part of you wanted to ask where she was off to, but you wisely stayed silent, instead taking a bite of your cake. It was pleasantly sweet on your tongue, just slightly acidic with its aftertaste. 

She gripped the horse’s reins and pressed her knees into its flank, urging it into a fast gallop. The Princess disappeared into the forest, Criston Cole shouting after her, hot on her heels.

During Rhaenyra’s tour for a husband—a tour that her father forced her into, one that she was not at all keen on—she made a stop at the Westerlands. Dozens upon dozens of eligible suitors lined the halls of Casterly Rock, awaiting their moment to present themselves to the Princess.

She was bored, to say the least. None of these men appealed to her.

Certainly not Jason and Tyland Lannister, who’d been relentless in their approach ever since she stepped foot in the castle. They showered her with gifts and gold and heaps upon heaps of riches. 

It’d only been a few hours, and Rhaenyra found herself wondering where you were.

“Lord Tyland,” she called, and the tall, blonde man perked up.

“Yes, Princess?”

“Where is your dear sister, might I ask?”

For a moment, Tyland faltered. What would the Princess want with you, of all people? 

“She’s usually in the library at this time of day,” he replied, miffed. “Would you like me to go fetch her?”

A touch of a smile reached Rhaenyra’s lips. “No, it’s quite alright. Would you be so kind as to escort me to her?”

Both Jason and Tyland exchanged indiscernible looks before Tyland bowed his head and beckoned her along, down the hall. “Right this way, Princess.”

The library was a grand hall, decked with hundreds of looming oaken shelves housing many rows of old, worn books. Tyland silently led her further inside, where there was a small alcove by a window, streaming golden light within the otherwise dim library. You were curled up by the glass, soaking up the light, reading fervently through a tome of alchemic history.

At the sound of footsteps, your eyes snapped away from the yellowing pages, widening upon seeing the Princess.

“You’re dismissed, Lord Tyland,” Rhaenyra told your brother.

Tyland opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it. With a nod and a sharp look in your direction, he took his leave.

“Princess Rhaenyra. I’ve heard you’re on tour,” you said, slightly breathless. With fumbling hands, you shut the book closed and put it off to the side.

She clasped her hands behind her back, watching you with both caution and intrigue. “I am. It’s a dreadful affair.”

“I’m sorry to hear that. What brings you here, though?”

“I wanted to get away from your brothers.”

You knocked your head back and beamed as you laughed. Rhaenyra smiled then, wide and true. It was probably the first time she’d smiled since she set off on this wretched tour.

“You and me both, then.” With that, you stood up, smoothing out the creases in your soft crimson dress. The color certainly brought out warmth in your eyes, she thought. “Come. I can show you around the castle, if you’d like.”

“Please,” she said, breathily. She briefly thought about the long line of suitors waiting for her. None of them seemed worth the time. 

But you seemed worth all the time in the world.

The two of you linked arms, and you led her out of the library. It was a beautiful castle, with much to explore—but Rhaenyra found it hard to concentrate when all she could think about was your soft skin pressing against hers. 

After you’d shown her the lavish halls, the marbled pathways of the gardens, and the history room full of artifacts and prized Lannister heirlooms, you finally stopped by a gilded staircase.

“Up there are my chambers. My brothers sleep on the other end of the castle. I doubt you’d want to go there.”

The two of you giggled with each other, and she leaned even closer.

“Can we go up?”

“To my chambers?” you asked, hesitant.

For a moment, Rhaenyra feared she’d stepped over some unsaid boundary. She liked you a lot. Perhaps more than she should, for this was only the second time she’s met you. 

“It’s alright if you don’t want to—”

“No!” you blurted, hands shooting out to hold hers. Your thumb brushed over her several rings. “Come. I was just surprised, was all. Nobody’s ever really wanted to come to my room before.”

The two of you made your way up. Not once did you relinquish your hold on her—and not once did Rhaenyra pull away. Tension crackled between you, but not the hostile kind. This was… this was the type that kindled fire within your chest. The kind that made your breaths grow shallow and your cheeks grow heated.

Your chambers were tidy and spacious, with a four-poster bed against one wall and a gold-detailed table across the room. Several windows were open, showcasing a beautiful view of the seas, glittering hues of clementines and tangerines.

“It’s beautiful,” she said, breathless, resting her hands upon the windowsill. “No wonder Lord Jason boasted about the view here.”

“Jason would boast about anything,” you snorted, coming to stand beside her. “But it is beautiful.”

Rhaenyra turned to look at you, finding you much closer than anticipated. She studied your features—the slope of your nose, the way your lips were parted ever so slightly, the beauty mark just below your right eye. 

“Have you ever laid with anyone, Y/N?” she asked, voice quiet yet bold.

Surprised at her question, you reared your head back with raised brows. But she only stepped closer, her nose nearly brushing yours when she leaned forward. A bout of shyness overtook you, warmth spilling over your cheeks. 

“No, Princess,” you whispered breathily, head tilting. She glanced down to your mouth when you nervously ran your tongue along your bottom lip. 

A second of silence. 

Rhaenyra took one more step, and you could feel her whole body press flush against yours. A part of you wondered if she could feel your heart thrumming loud within your ribcage. She watched you, waiting for any sign of uncomfort.

With that, she kissed you. Your noses slotted, your lips melded, and her hand cradled your face as you fisted the expensive fabrics of her dress. It was near magnetic, the way you two clicked into each other.

She tasted of lemons, you hazily registered. Of course she did.

When she finally pulled away, chest rising and falling rapidly, you found yourself chasing after her lips, eyes hooded with want.

She laughed at that, kissing your cheek once, then fluttered several over the bridge of your nose.

“What about the tour, Princess?” you murmured just before she captured your lips once more.

“Fuck the tour,” she replied, tugging you towards your tall bed.

Her words made you laugh, overcome with giddiness. “Fuck the tour,” you agreed.

A year had floated by since Rhaenyra’s tour. Much to your dismay, your father had you betrothed and wed to Jasper Wylde in a matter of a few moons. He was a handsome man, but you found very few things to speak to him about. It was clear that Jasper saw you as little else than something pretty to fuck—after all, you were the fourth wife he’d taken. Probably wouldn’t be his last, either.

There was only one positive that came out of your marriage to Lord Wylde.

You lived at the Red Keep because of your husband’s place on the small council as the Master of Law. And that allowed you and Rhaenyra to stay close, kindling the fires of your secret romance, along with your more… sexual escapades.

Life in the capital was utter bliss. Save for the few times Lord Wylde bedded you, of course. Those weren’t quite pleasant—most of the time you simply shut your eyes and let him do as he pleased with you. You much preferred your time with the Princess than with your own husband.

Times such as now, for example: your arm wound with hers as the two of you strolled in the Keep’s expansive gardens. You leisurely bent down to sniff the blooming flowers, the bushes bearing assortments of roses and peonies and marigolds. Rhaenyra was complaining about her father bringing up proposals again, all huff and puff and pout. 

“Why are you smiling?” she queried once you shot her an amused glance. “This is serious!”

“Rhaenyra, my dearest,” you told her, grin widening as you clutched her hand all the tighter. “I care very much for your struggles, I do, but your pouting is quite funny.”

With a sigh, the Princess reached out to trace a finger along the petals of a flower. You watched her movements, your smile falling away. “I suppose you don’t have to worry about it anymore. You’ve got your husband already.”

“Yes,” you hummed, stepping closer so that your chest pressed flush up against her forearm. “Lord Jasper is… tolerable. But he never pleasures me the way you do.”

Her purple irises seemed to darken in a matter of seconds, darting down to your parted lips. With that, she seized hold of you and you hurried out of the gardens, back into the castle. In your haste, you both tripped over your skirts and the many staircases, your giggles echoing over the stone walls. 

Once the two of you had successfully snuck into Rhaenyra’s chambers without any spectators noticing, her lips immediately slanted against yours. It was an embrace of fiery passion, as your hands spidered down to her waist and yanked her closer, reaching behind to blindly undo the threads of her dress.

“You’re getting better at this,” she murmured when you pulled her dress off in a matter of minutes, leaving her in just a thin shift. She began trailing hot kisses down your neck.

Gradually, the two of you made your way to her bed, leaving a haphazard trail of tossed-off clothing along the way.

It was a blissful evening, to say the least. But the days of wine and roses wouldn’t last long, the two of you soon came to realize. 

Later that same moon, Rhaenyra was betrothed to her second cousin, Laenor Velaryon. And, to your turmoil, you found that you were pregnant for the first time with Jasper Wylde’s babe.

Ten years passed in a flurry, filled to the brim with many joyful ups and even more tumultuous downs.

You had your two children: your eldest, Petyr, was the spinning image of his father, with dark locks of hair and molten brown eyes. He was quiet and observant, never one to speak his mind. The youngest, Aella, was a bright and bubbly young girl, her curly hair a shade lighter than her older brother’s, but they shared the same eyes. In short, they didn’t look much like you.

That was one thing you shared in common with Rhaenyra. 

After she was wed to Laenor, she had three sons—each of the boys harboring none of the traditional Valyrian physique of silver-white hair and purple irises. Instead, they bore an uncanny resemblance to Lord Harwin Strong, a man you knew Rhaenyra was seeing for quite some time. There were even instances where you joined in with them, but those were few and far in between. 

Your children were close friends with hers, and you and Rhaenyra were happier than ever.

That was, until Laena Velaryon passed away. Which, much to Rhaenyra’s intrigued curiosity and your dismay, Daemon Targaryen was a single man once more. You were never quite fond of him, judging from his infamous reckless behavior and callous nature, only highlighted by Rhaenyra’s fond recollections of him during her childhood. 

Eerily soon after Laena’s death, Laenor also mysteriously passed away. Something was afoot, and you only pieced things together once Rhaenyra approached you the next day. She did not look like she was in mourning for her late husband—in fact, she glowed more than anything. 

“Come with me,” she whispered to you in the dead of night, gathering your hands in hers and staring straight at you. “I’m leaving for Dragonstone to be with Daemon. We’re to be married. I want you there.”

She said your name then, all sweet and silky, as if her tongue was coated with honey.

Your lips parted. Shock, incredulity, and anger flashed across your features all at once. “Rhaenyra, your husband died yesterday.”

“I know,” she said. “He’s…” 

There was a pause.

The two of you gazed at each other. You could feel your heart starting to fracture, even though you weren’t even sure what exactly was happening just yet.

“Come with me,” she repeated. “We can be happy together in Dragonstone. It’s a beautiful castle.”

Your eyes flitted across the hall, to the closed doors you knew led to your children’s chambers. 

“My husband wouldn’t stand for it,” you told her. 

“I’m the Princess. The heir to the Iron Throne. He wouldn’t have a choice,” she stressed.

Blowing out an unconvinced scoff, you shook your head. “I have children now, Nyra. I can’t afford to be as irresponsible as you are.”

The woman in front of you drew her hands away, clearly stung. “Your children would have a good life on Dragonstone. Luke has even taken an affection to Aella, my love.”

A part of your heart crumbled when she called you hers. Nonetheless, you shook your head again.

“These are dangerous times… the realm is growing uneasy. I just don’t think it’d be safe there for me and my children. Besides… a lion has no place in a den of dragons.” 

You chose your words carefully, but clearly, they weren’t careful enough.

“I leave by daybreak. The ship will have space for you,” she murmured lowly, but she took a decisive step back.

Salt pricked the corners of your eyes. Stinging, burning, hurting. You wanted to kiss her for offering, and yet you wanted to slap her for leaving you.

“Goodbye, Princess,” you said, bowing your head. 

Anguish colored over her features. With not another word, she turned and began to walk away, her dark dress fluttering in her wake. She left you there, heartbroken, the both of you not knowing that that was the last time you’d ever speak to each other.

Six years crawled on by—slow and dragging. Life at the Keep without Rhaenyra had proven to be rather dreary. You missed her, awfully so. Things just weren’t the same without the Princess—your lover around.

The realm was beginning to split, it was obvious by now, especially with King Viserys growing increasingly ill and rarely making an appearance outside of his chambers. Greens against blacks, supporters of Queens against supporters of Kings, Targaryens against Targaryens. 

Personally, you fully believed that Rhaenyra should take over her role as Queen once her father passed, but your husband seemed to think differently. You would hear him mutter aloud at times, his and Otto Hightower’s plans to put Aegon on the throne. Your brothers were none too quiet on the matter, either, both the twins boldly vocalizing their distaste to see a woman ruling the realm. A part of you wondered if they were all hatching a plan to supplant Rhaenyra during small council meetings instead of tending to actual matters of importance.

Not only that, Alicent Hightower grew more and more bitter over the years, practically ruling in her husband’s stead alongside her father. It seemed nearly the entire capital had turned their back on their future Queen they swore fealty to. 

You oft worried for your children and their safety, especially with the looming threat of war on the horizon. It was a messy affair, that was made clear, and you were nearly certain that none of it would end cleanly. 

The news that Rhaenyra was coming back to the Keep to reaffirm Lucerys’ claim to Driftmark didn’t delight you as you thought it would, for so many years. Instead, it made you worry even more—nothing good would come from her visit. She was a past love for you now, a woman you scarcely knew anymore. And yet your heart still ached when you thought of her. Of the life you didn’t choose by remaining in the capital.

Besides, Rhaenyra wasn’t here for pleasure. She wasn’t here to see you. She was here for her son—the very son that sliced out Aemond Targaryen’s eye. Alicent would not see kindly to Luke taking over Driftmark, especially with her suspicions of his true heritage. 

Tensions ran high in the castle, that was safe to say.

And so, that was why you brought your children to the Godswood, a place of peace and much-needed quiet. Everybody was abuzz in the castle. Murmurs and whispers and an uncomfortable weight hanging about the air. You couldn’t stand any of it.

You leaned against the trunk and shut your eyes for a moment, listening to the whistling wind and the chirps of birds. Petyr quietly read a book beside you and Aella traipsed over the gnarled tree’s roots that poked up from the soft grass, giggling to herself. They were good children, you thought. They didn’t deserve to see war in their lifetime.

“Do you think Lucerys remembers me?” Aella asked, her arms spread wide open as she balanced herself on a large stone. “We were so close when we were young.”

You cracked an eye open and spared her a sweet smile. “I’m sure he does, darling.”

She’d always harbored affections for him, ever since they were young children. It ran through the family, you surmised.

Your mind flooded with memories of all the times you spent with Rhaenyra here. Stealing kisses beneath the shade when nobody was around, holding hands in the gardens, hurrying down the halls of the castle with linked arms. The two of you were only children then, but it was the happiest you’d ever been.

That was where Rhaenyra found you. 

In truth, she was trying to find Princess Rhaenys to discuss the matter of betrothals, but she was glad she stumbled across you. You were just as beautiful as the day she left, Rhaenyra thought, her purple eyes curious as she watched you affectionately lean against your son. You spoke then, calling out to your daughter to be careful after she tripped over a fallen branch.

Gods, even the sound of your voice made Rhaenyra’s chest feel heavy. She ran her palms down the fabric of her black dress, over her prominent baby bump, and anxiously turned her rings about her fingers. 

After Rhaenyra studied you a little longer, she noticed that there was a distinct sort of heartache with your expression—one that Rhaenyra was sure she mirrored. So much of her wanted to step out of the shadows. She wanted to wrap you in her arms, kiss the beauty mark beneath your right eye, and tell you how much she missed you.

But she didn’t do any of those things. The two of you hardly knew each other now. Merely two strangers that used to know each other in a different lifetime. 

Rhaenyra could hardly swallow around the lump in her throat. Her feelings for you hadn’t mellowed with time, even though she’d convinced herself that they had during her time on Dragonstone. But seeing you right there made years of self-preservation come crashing down in an instant. 

First loves were always the most painful.

And with an exhale that trembled much more than Rhaenyra would care to admit, she turned on her heel and took her leave, off to find Rhaenys. 

In another life, she could’ve been with you, she was sure. A life of bliss and a life not ruled by the laws of men. 

But this was not that life.

And Rhaenyra had come to accept that.

a/n ; thank you for reading !! i made picrews for how i pictured the lannister!reader to look like (you obviously can picture her however you want, though), along with her children, petyr & aella wylde :)

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[belit0]

Hello!♡

So this is my first request ever on tumblr, so I hope this makes sense and is coherent! But I really love your writing so much and am happy to have discovered you today!<33

But to my request, could I maybe ask for a Yandere Itachi and Shisui with a fem!Reader? Like, both of them having an extremely obsessive crush on her at the same time, type of deal. Whether they get along during this or not is up to you, including if you want it to be nsfw or not. I just really want to see more Yandere content of the two together and your writing style is just perfect for it.

I hope this is alright and makes sense to you!<3

-bunni Anon

Hi!!!!! I'm so honored to be your first request!! Welcome to this beautiful hell hole, where it's impossible to escape 🤠

I hope you get a positive experience out of this one, and feel motivated to leave more requests in the future!💕🤗💫

Sooo, with no further a do, here's your piece!

TW: kidnapping, Yandere!Shisui Yandere!Itachi, alcohol Pairing: Uchiha Shisui / Reader - Uchiha Itachi / Reader

"There's no way she'll choose you, you know."

"Why would you say that?"

"Just look at you, Itachi. You're not competing against an ordinary ninja, you're up against the Uchiha prodigy personified. Do you really think she would choose you over me? Come on!"

"There comes great pride in your words, but little clarity in your movements. I have not seen you make a single gesture to get her to notice you, other than grinning like an idiot when she walks past you. Sit back and relax, she'll be mine soon enough."

"We'll see."

Thus began the personal challenge between the two men, deciding to fight over who would conquer (Y/N) first.

Knowing both men's personalities and determination, it would not be a fair battle, both greedy to be the winner and finally claim the woman they desired so much.

Their challenge began quietly, with small gestures that seemed casual and spontaneous. Itachi chose to study (Y/N)'s schedule thoroughly, knowing exactly where and when she would be, what streets she would take to get to and from her usual destinations, what hours she would use as free time to relax and meet up with friends.

He would show up feigning surprise, crossing paths with her by chance as if their paths met by fate, and not by his obsession. Still, he never had the courage to invite her to do anything on the spot or later. He would always see her, greet her, and continue on his way, blithely believing he would remain in her mind all day.

Meanwhile, Shisui would take a more aggressive approach. He became involved in all of her personal activities, both work and hobbies, infiltrating all of her environments without leaving her space. Whatever activity she had, he would be there, trying to do it alongside or be part of her team. At the end of each day, he would ask her out for a drink, or a snack, or go home for a chat, only to be turned down time and time again.

"How's progress, Tachi?"

"Slow. Yours?"

"Getting somewhere, we could say..."

"We know that's a lie. You still have time to give up, you know?"

"Over my dead body, dude. We both know I'll be the winner."

"As you say. Just sip."

The two would get together to drink and chat about their challenge, for regardless of the ferocity with which they lusted after (Y/N), an unbreakable bond continued to exist between them.

What Shisui never noticed, in his relaxation towards his best friend, was that the other wasn't ingesting his drink at all. Every time they emptied a new glass, Itachi would throw its contents over his shoulder, pretending to drink at the same pace as him.

Quickly, Shisui found himself inebriated, while Itachi continued to be in a perfect state.

That same night, after countless bottles and gulps of sake, Shisui made up his mind. He would go to (Y/N)'s door, confess his love, win the damn challenge, and keep the wonderful prize. Never mind his blurred vision and confused thoughts, he knew she was as much in love with him as he was with her, it was mutual. (Y/N) was just having trouble acknowledging her feelings.

He didn't even bother knocking on the door, entering the living room with unsteady steps and staggering in all directions. His breath reeked of alcohol, but he could only think of her.

"(Y/N)! I'm home love! Come and greet me properly!" He exclaimed almost losing his balance, using the table for support and kicking furniture in his advance.

"Shisui...? But what are you doing here? Are you drunk? Do you need help? Let me call..."

"Nonono! All I need is you... your gaze, your kisses, your words saying you love me... yes, the only thing I need right now..." He came dangerously close to her, trapping her between the wall and his arms, with no room for escape.

"I think you are unaccountably confused Shisui, I would never..."

"Shhh, there is nothing to explain. I know your feelings, I know you want this as much as I do..."

He attempted to kiss her, finding his lips against the cold wall when (Y/N) took advantage of his lack of coordination to slip out from under his arms. She ran quickly to the door, knowing she had to be clever. Shisui's reputation was world-renowned for his speed, accuracy, and persistence. If she failed to act quickly, she would be caught again.

She had the advantage of him being highly intoxicated, having more alcohol than blood in his body at this point. That would be her strategy, hoping his momentary lack of senses would give her enough room to get to safety.

In her frenzy, she was unable to slow down before colliding with an object and falling to the ground. As concentration returned, she noticed the object had arms and legs, a long ponytail, and onyx eyes staring at her sharply.

"I-Itachi! Thank heavens you're here! I need your help at this very moment! It's Shisui, he..."

"Hold on a moment (Y/N), relax, breathe, walk me through what happened."

With his strategy executed to perfection, Itachi took it upon himself to fill his partner with alchol, intoxicating him to the point of not recognizing his impulses and completely messing up his situation with (Y/N). He waited patiently, hiding in the shadows of the alleys where he knew she would run in an attempt to escape from him.

Shisui might be one of the most respected and feared shinobi, setting a new precedent among young ninjas, but he never knew how to tolerate alcohol. Something Itachi managed to take advantage of to perfection.

His plan was working out wonderfully, and now all that was left was to execute the last part, (Y/N) she anxiously explained the situation, between tears and sobs, believing Shisui to be her friend and feeling betrayed. He held her during the entirety of her monologue, listening attentively and pretending indignation at his best friend's terrible attitude.

"Come on (Y/N), I'll take you to my house. You'll be safe there, no one will be able to do anything to you."

"I appreciate it very much Itachi, I really do, but I think the right thing to do would be to go to the police, explain what happened.... A ninja of that caliber can't be running around loose and intoxicated, who knows what he could do to whoever crosses his path!"

"I insist, (Y/N). we'll go to my place, you'll relax, and then we'll figure out what to do."

Itachi's grip became tighter on her, feeling frustrated at having to deal with an unplanned inconvenience. She just had to agree, say yes, go home and close the pact. Why couldn't she act as she should?!

"Itachi, I need you to let me go..."

"I'm not asking you, I'm stating it. Come on."

"Itachi! Let go of me now!"

They both started to struggle, the ninja trying not to hurt her at any point. (Y/N) managed to get free, and that was the moment when everything got out of control. While running in the opposite direction, Itachi appeared in front of her, shining his terrifying red eyes and making her fall into a terrible illusion.

Prey to his Genjutsu, she could not move anymore. The shinobi advanced, lifting her over his shoulder and hiding again in the shadows of the night, trying not to be seen or detected by anyone.

He did not take her to his home, being a location too obvious and dangerous, with his family around and aware of him. He opted for a remote place in the forest, a small and abandoned cabin, where he kept her since their arrival.

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"Itachi, I can't understand the rush of showing me a stupid spot in the forest when we have more important things to do. (Y/N) has been missing for two weeks, and you're still messing around here like nothing happened!"

"Take a look, and stop talking nonsense."

Both ninjas entered the abandoned place, where in the center, lying on a destroyed mattress, was (Y/N), still under Itachi's powerful genjutsu.

"Fuck, Itachi! It was you… I should have seen it coming, with you always scheming big things and whatever… I see... so you want me to admit you won the bet and have her all to yourself? Are you even feeding her? Taking care of her mind? Looking after her or anything?"

"Every day. On the contrary, it seemed selfish not to share such a beautiful trophy with my best friend."

"Always knew I could trust you forever Tachi. All right then, let's have fun."

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[cupids-chamber]

❝ 𝐋𝐄𝐓'𝐒 𝐆𝐎 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝟎 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍.. ❤ .ᐟ ❞ A winter day before the holidays with the twst men + staff - Ortho.

GENDER NEUTRAL READER

The snow fell, a thick layer of white covering the ground, winter was here.

Sitting together by the fireplace, entangled between each other, underneath thick blankets. He wishes for nothing more but to make this moment last, breathing your scent, the specific scent of your favorite shampoo filling his senses.

He love's these moments under the comfort of your own home, together.. The way your eyes stare at him, filled with love and adoration, makes his heart flutter.

"I think the hot chocolates ready.. I'll go get it" mumbling out a response, he watches you leave. He already misses your warmth, despite it being a simple moment.

Watching your smile as you greet him softly, as you hand him his cup. Your voice is as lovely as the saints above.

Drinking your beverages together, conversing about other holiday plans, cuddling.

The matching cups were long forgotten by the sleeping couple, cuddling up to each other on the couch, silence filling the room.

LEONA KINGSCHOLAR, Malleus Draconia, Epel Felmier, RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, Vil Schoenheit, Divus Crewel,

He loved seeing you smile as you threw another snowball at him, laughing along with you as he threw another snowball at your direction, purposely missing. He loved to hear your little giggle as the snowball hit him.

Your prideful smile when you win your little snowball fight, he cant help but bathe in your happiness. He hopes you can continue smiling this brightly everyday... with him..

Hugging you from behind, watching your face go from shock too happy as you face him.. "I love you" he murmured to himself, as the sound of your laughter filled his ears. He doesn't know if you heard him, but knowing you return the feeling is enough for him.. Cheekily pecking you in the lips, and watching your reactions change once more.

CATER DIAMOND, Jack Howl, Neige Le Blanche, ROOK HUNT, Jade Leech, Dire Crowley

The two of you were building snowmen, playfully fighting about who would finish first. Joking around with each other as you roll out the snow.

He watches you struggle to move the larger snowball onto the snowman's base, letting out a sigh he helps you. Grinning as you complain about the sudden takeover, you looked so adorable, puffed cheeks and pouting.

Watching you rush in the house after you finish with your snowman, most likely grabbing things to decorate the snowman with.

At the very end of the day, the couple looked out the window drinking tea together, looking at the two snowman, standing close to one another, wearing the same scarf. "I won.. you know what that means" you raise a brow at his words, "You owe me a kiss!"

ACE TRAPPOLA, Floyd Leech, Ruggie Bucchi, LILIA VANROUGE, Kalim Al-Asim, VIL SCHOENHEIT, Sam

The two of you picked out the cookie cutters together, baking and putting together the ingredients. Playfully arguing about which flavor is better, what types of sprinkles to use.

He couldn't help but look at your form, trying ever so carefully to decorate each cookie with diligence and love. The smell of baked goods and cinnamon filling the room.

He takes his time placing each carefully decorated cooking on the display, ready to eat. Just the two of you together.

Settling down on the table, the two of you argued once more about who would eat the first cookie, he can't help but chuckle when you stuff your face full with the treats.. "You're adorable.. you know that?"

TREY CLOVER, Jamil Viper, Azul Ashengrotto, SEBEK ZIGVOLT, Che'nya, Ashton Vargas,

Staying up late together, just talking and indulging yourself, the cold from the outside world having no affect in-between the two of you.

Buried under the sheets, hugging and cuddling. The warmth shared equally amongst you both. Tired yet so energetic, the two of he can't get enough of you.

He'll patiently wait till your asleep to fall asleep himself, seeing your sleeping form, eyes shut yet at ease in his presence, gives him a feeling of euphoric bliss.

"Y/n..! Y/n..?!" he calls out your name softly, only to find you asleep in his arms, he let's out a deep sigh and then a smile forms on his face. "Good night love" he says as he himself slowly closes his eyes, wrapping his arms around you a bit more.

RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS, Idia Shroud, Epel Felmier, SILVER, Mozus Trien, Deuce Spade

© cupids-chamber, do not repost, plagiarize, translate, or adapt my work without prior permission and or confirmation from me.

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[sehunniepotwrites]

CELEBRATION | JH.S

a GOING FOR THE GOLD bonus scene you’re so golden: the olympic collection

SYNOPSIS. Four days after you win gold, it’s Johnny’s turn to earn his place on the podium. As his proud girlfriend, it’s your job to support him and tease the hell out of him as he earns his spot on the podium.

GENRE. established relationship!au, olympics!au, suggestive  PAIRING. Olympic Swimmer!Johnny Suh x (f) Olympic Swimmer!reader

WARNINGS. no explicit content (sex); y/n makes the blowjob gesture (tongue poking cheek); johnny gets a boner 

WORD COUNT. 2k+

AUTHOR’S NOTE. You don’t have to read the other parts but it would make a lot of sense if you did. 

DAY 12 AT THE VILLAGE, DAY 8 OF THE GAMES: MEN’S 200M BUTTERFLY FINALS

Four days after you won gold, the roles are reversed. This time, you are the one in the crowd, screaming until your lungs collapse, as you watch Johnny’s wide wing span take over his entire lane. You watch as Johnny comes up for a breath, mouth open wide and gasping for air, handsome face drenched in water and determined eyes covered by the black goggles. It’s the final lap and there’s only a short distance between him and the predicted runner up in this race. 

You and the girls–Sooyoung, Yerim, Seungwan, Seulgi, and Joohyun–squeeze each other’s hands with such intensity. Jaehyun, who is not participating in any event that day, rests his hands on your shoulders, his grip tightening as Johnny’s opponent picks up the pace. The intensity of his hold doesn’t even phase you, not when your new boyfriend is so close to obtaining an Olympic gold medal for himself. 

The small crowd with the Aquatic Center roars with excitement and adrenaline as Johnny and his competitor reach for the wall at the exact same time. None of you can determine the winner from that close call from your point of view, so you impatiently wait for the results to appear on the big screen. 

Johnny’s large body is bobbing in the water, goggles already ripped from his head, and hands gripping tightly to the edge of the pool. Commotion erupts from all around you, with Jaehyun’s arms shaking your body and Yerim’s screams ringing in your ear. It’s then you realize that your man had done it–he earned the top spot on the podium. You’re crying at this point, so happy that he achieved his lifelong dream and that you were there to witness this historic moment.

You were there for him two days prior when the boys won Silver for their relay. You felt the disappointment dripping from Johnny’s features when he found out he was mere seconds behind first, just a hand width away, but you are sure this victory makes up for it.

“That’s your boy,” Jaehyun whispers into your ear and a surge of pride rushes through your veins. That is your boy–he is the light of your life, the shining sun in your darkest days, your greatest love, and now your one and only Olympic gold medalist. Your Eagle. Your Big Bird. Your Johnny.

Your ears are attuned to his voice, Johnny’s victorious yells carrying through the noise. You wish you are able to run down to the area but your team was already let out with a warning once. You do not want to take that risk again. Instead, you make your way down to where the interviews are held and park yourself behind where Tiffany Hwang, Team Korea’s swimming correspondent, records her bits. 

As Johnny saunters over to the streaming area, he catches your eye, does a full scan of you draped in his swimming parka, and has the audacity to smirk and send a flirty wink in your direction. Everything romantic between the two of you is so new, meaning four days old, Johnny’s actions leave you weak in the knees. It makes you lose your balance for a second and you are embarrassed at how much your best friend, now boyfriend, can have such an effect on you. You wonder if anything you do would garner the same reaction. So as Johnny steps into position to start his post-swim interview, you start to formulate a little scheme.

“Congratulations on winning gold, John,” Tiffany greets with a bright smile. The reporter has always been pretty and a sight for sore eyes but there is a better view standing just a few meters away. 

Johnny places himself in a way where he can see you in his sightlines. The two of you may not be public yet but he is so close to saying your full name into the microphone when asked who he dedicates his win to. “Thank you, Tiffany.”

“It’s so great to see another Korean-American such as yourself earn a grand title such as Olympic Gold Medalist. How does it feel to finally be a part of that small inspirational group of Asian Americans?”

“Amazing. A dream come true really. I just hope that people who look like me,” he pauses, takes a second, remembering that Tiffany is another Korean-American, “people like us continue to work hard to achieve our goals.”

Tiffany smiles and nods in agreement.

“We didn’t have many prominent Asian or AAPI athletes to look up to growing up. But we’re on the rise. Our time is here and now. Representation matters and I hope my achievement will inspire all the Asian greatness that is to come.” 

Johnny steals a glance at you and finds you with a hand over your heart. “I love you,” you mouth, “I am so proud of you.”

Johnny wants to reply, to declare his love for you to the world, but you are still his little secret. He wants to keep you to himself before the rest of the world makes sense of your relationship. His eyes shine with the brightness of a million stars as he looks at you and he hopes you are able to read every emotion behind them. And you do.

The swimmer forgets the task at hand as he continues to stare into your eyes. You shake your head and gesture back to Tiffany, prompting your boyfriend to turn back to the camera. 

“John?” Tiffany’s voice calls.

“Sorry, yes?”

“That’s alright. Still soaking in your victory?”

Johnny catches your eye again and you laugh. “Something like that, yeah. What were you saying?” 

As Tiffany shoots out another question that goes in one ear and out the other, his gaze remains on you. He sees one of your hands, covered by his oversized sleeve, coming up to cup the side of your face. The expression you wear shifts almost immediately, the innocent and proud grin you wear turning into one that he’s seen behind closed doors. Your lids droop to mirror the eyes of a siren and your lips curve into a smile that drives him wild.

And just when Johnny thinks that is all, your tongue drags along your bottom lip before poking the inside of your cheek. It’s a lewd action to hint what is to come and his mind immediately comes up with a billion scenarios on how it will play out. His pupils dilate, his heart rate increases, and he feels something twitch below his torso. Quickly covering his lower half with the towel he was given, he fixes his stance and gives you a warning stare. The sound of your laughter reaches his ears and flares him up even more. No amount of laps in the cool down pool will help him out of this mess. 

With his gaze zoned in on your lips, Johnny barely recognizes that the word you are mouthing is “focus” before Tiffany calls him back to reality once again. 

“Sorry again,” he apologizes sheepishly.

“No worries. I was just asking how you are going to celebrate.”

Johnny gulps. A celebration is definitely in order. It’s just not one he’d like to reveal to the world at this very moment. “With my team, of course. A couple of beers in our room and games should do.”

“The usual suspects that are in your vlogs, I suppose?”

Johnny shoots her a grin. “How ever did you know?”

“A lucky guess,” she shrugs. Johnny likes how casual Tiffany is. Since she’s followed his career since he first started, interviews with her are like talking to an older sister. She’s on the younger side compared to other correspondents but her youthfulness is what makes her so likable. “Thank you for your time, Johnny, and congratulations again. Take your time to soak in this win–a moment like this is one to be celebrated.”

“No, thank you, Tiffany.” 

The camera turns off and the crew begins to prepare for the next event. Just as Johnny turns to leave, the sportscaster calls him back. 

“Yeah?” he answers.

Tiffany, in her hot pink suit and matching nails, gestures to him to come closer. When he is within reach, her manicured hand cups her mouth and she whispers in his ear, “If you want to keep your relationship hidden for a bit, stop being so obvious, Suh.”

Johnny chokes. “What?”

Tiffany raises her perfectly filled in brows at him. “It’s like you two want to get caught, I’m trying to save you from the publicity, you doof!” She moves to slap him and he winces.

Tiffany also motions to his lower body. “You need to keep it in your pants,” she scoffs with a hint of disgust. 

“It’s her fault,” Johnny whines, bringing the towel closer to conceal his growing problem.

“Fly high, butterfly,” Tiffany mocks, mimicking your voice. “Ugh. You two are hopeless.”

“Jae says the exact same thing,” Johnny retorts.

Tiffany rolls her eyes. “Get outta here, I have interviews to conduct and you have–” her voice trails off, “–celebrations to attend to.” He takes that as his cue to leave. 

Since his event was one of the last of the night, the medal ceremony arrives fairly quickly. And although taking his place on the podium is a moment he’s dreamed about his entire life, Johnny cannot help but think of what is to come after. His heart, mind, and soul are all clouded by thoughts of you. And unfortunately for him, so are other parts of his tall, endowed body.

The minute he’s out of camera focus and back in the ready room, Johnny finds you grinning in the back corner. You are the only thing he sees as he makes his way towards you. His big hands pry his unzipped parka apart and plant themselves at your sides. He gives you a tight squeeze before tugging your body to his front. His ears pick up on the smallest noise that escapes your pretty lips. 

Johnny doesn’t care who else is in the room. He needs to set one thing straight with you. 

“You’re a menace, Flip,” he practically groans into your ear, his head then dropping to your neck in defeat. Johnny’s wet hair drips onto your skin and the dry parka that dwarfs your body but it doesn’t phase you—you’re used to the way water feels.  

You grin back up at him, fingers circling around the cold first place medal around his neck. The featherlight skims sends tingles down his spine and he shivers. Nothing compares to your touch. Nothing will ever compare to you. 

“How so?”

Your coyness riles Johnny up even more. “You know what you did,” he almost whines, voice dipping low.

“What did I do?” Opposite of your lover, your voice raises in pitch. 

“Y/N,” he warns.

“Johnny,” you reply cheekily in the same tone, fluttering your lashes at him. 

Another groan escapes him because now that he has you—now that you are officially his—Johnny will never win. He steals a kiss, one not too long or intense, but just enough to preview what is to come before pulling away. His supple tongue quickly swipes against your pouting lip. “What are you doing to me?” He whispers into your mouth. 

“Well, there are things I want to do. I just can’t do them here.”

A frustrated glare flashes in his eyes and you laugh at the words he is holding back. Johnny’s large hand engulfs yours as he drags you out of the area. “We’re leaving. Now.” Your giggles bounce off the hallways as you rush back to the housing complex. Something tells you it will be a night to remember. 

(Jeno sees the two of you escape and he sighs. He turns to his roommates and the girls who are standing next to him. “Great. We’ve been sexiled.”

“Again?” Sooyoung whines. 

“So…anyone down for getting shit faced tonight so we don’t have to deal with their noises?” Mark proposes.)

COACH’S DEBRIEF. Surprise, I’m back with my favorite Big Bird and tagged everyone that adored him! I haven’t written anything in a while but I’ve hit two huge milestones (graduating and hitting a follower count) that I wanted to celebrate with a lil something. Thank you all for sticking by me. I hope you enjoyed my little return!

TAGLIST. @johtenrecs @baekhyuns-lipchain @smileysuh  @hotdogct @donutswithjaminthemiddle @jaehyunnie77  @itsapapisongo  @moonctzeny @weiyiann @justwonus-recs @emmybyeakitty @sakamoto-hey @suhpersonic @dnylwoo @fluffypoodle  @yixing-jaehyun @crescent-iak @iwishiwasthemoontonight @jaehyunfirstlove @nonnnimous @nctsworld @suhreal @justsayk​ @hoshologies​ @moonctzeny @sokkigarden​ @everlovingavenue​ @pak-pak-suhgar​​ @smileyerim​ @suhnnyskiess​ @brightestmark​ @bonnieblue0606​ @amazinggraxia​ @ficrecnctskz​ @lydinews​ @chittaemin​ @ahcaratzen​ @seongfish​ @satansooenthusiast​ @suhlovrreads​ @hyuckworld​ @yougotthatbilly​ @hyperfixationficrecs​​ ​

© sehunniepotwrites, 2021-2023

#nct scenarios #nct imagines #nct x you #johnny scenarios #johnny imagines #johnny suh #johnny x you

[xuqijie]

dear karina — naive hwang hyunjin

when people hear the name, park y/n, all they ever think about is your dating scandals with men. what if, all this time, you were in love with a woman?

a/n: finally fixed the drafts!! hope everyone is doing well 🫶

you watch as the two emcees step up onto stage. the commercial break’s over and they’re about to announce the grand prize. you feel a hand squeeze yours. the grip is tight with worry and you glance over, smiling softly at the furrowed brows plastered on your co-star’s face.

“and tonight’s daesang goes to,” lee dohyun opens the envelope, “kim sejeong for spring day.” the applause is deafening as the idol-actress stands up, a look of shock passing her face rather quickly before her eyes crinkle into a smile. as she passes your aisle, you mouth out, ‘congrats.’ it fills you with pride that your previous co-star had managed to snag the grand prize of the year.

her outfit is wonderful tonight. a rose gold based dress with jewels that lined the edges, and if anyone deserved the daesang, it would be kim sejeong. she looks exceptionally pretty with the glow on her face, yet you wonder if your current co-star would look the same.

you mutter out, “you’ll win it next year, won’t you,” before standing up to clap for your friend.

“yeah,” yu jimin says absentmindedly.

a laugh leaves your lips.

“i can still win the top excellence award, right?”

you decide to humour her.

“of course, dear.”

“and you’ll cheer even harder for me, right?” there’s a fire in jimin’s eyes and you giggle softly, intertwining your fingers with hers again and bringing them up into a fighting pose.

“yes, karina.”

jimin nods firmly and sejeong gives her speech. even though it isn’t your girlfriend standing on stage right now, and even though your supposedly drama of the decade only wins one award that night(best supporting actor by kang daniel), you can’t help but feel the happiest you’ve ever been.

maybe it’s the fact that you’re standing in an auditorium with hundreds of your idols. maybe it’s because you finally feel like you belong there. but it’s probably because of the hand that’s in yours and the warmth that it provides.

it’s an indescribable feeling, your heart is racing a mile, and your head is about to explode. your hands are shaking, trembling as the music bank trophy gets passed to you.

“oh my god,” you whisper, eyes gleaming. your band members sniffle through their tears while you examine the trophy. the melody of your debut song starts playing and through their tears, your members sing. it’s a rendition filled with voice cracks, giggles and tears but you enjoy every second of it.

as the idols leave the stage, you spot some of those that you’ve trained with before. 

“y/nnie, good job,” ryujin sends you a thumbs up and you grin back, waving to the rest of the itzy members that do the same.

aespa trails behind itzy and you stutter for a second. their visuals were jaw-dropping and you definitely understand now why netizens said they were basically ai. your awed state changes when one of the members makes eye contact with you. you send a smile.

she frowns and whispers to ryujin before shooting you a withering look.

“what the hell…” you mumble out, your previously happy persona disappearing. your members seem to notice and they drag you to the centre of the stage, away from the crowd of idols.

“c’mon y/n!” jisoo, one of your members, squeals in excitement, “we got our first win today!” you smile softly but all you can focus on is the glare that yu jimin had.

k-pop rookies are getting braver: a thread.

your name trends on twitter the next day, along with karina’s. it would be another celebratory day if not for the fact you were in hot water because of what had happened during the music show.

someone had tweeted out a video of your interaction with the aespa member and in short terms, people were not happy with the way your smile fell.

why is it my fault though? you think as your manager gives you a lecture on how facial expressions could ruin your career. your members sit behind you, worried glances thrown across the room before your manager finally says.

“they want to cover this up,” his tone is solemn, “with a bigger scandal. one that people might support.”

“so what is it?” 

a pause, then, “a dating scandal, with hwang hyunjin.”

“fuck,” mia blurts out.

you agree with your main vocal. fuck.

as your manager gives more details, you stare into space. a dating scandal with hyunjin? his fans would kill you! what on earth were they thinking? and your friendship with his members would be weird, you couldn’t lose your honorary aussie membership!

“the news will get released on friday. you two will go out and get photographed by dispatch before jyp and starship releases a statement, okay? the most fans will do is, well, send death threats. but it’ll be okay. this is better than having to deal with that aespa fiasco,” he reassures you before leaving the room and you glance at your members.

“sorry for uh, getting you guys into this.”

“no, we’re a team. we’ll be here whenever you need us. at least we’re getting some news coverage,” hyerim shrugs. 

“all thanks to me,” you say dryly. 

“all thanks to you,” jisoo repeats.

you meet hyunjin in some tteokbokki stall late at night. he’s dressed in a simple jacket and jeans, he still looks handsome but you would never say that out loud in fear of his fans.

“hello hyunjin,” you greet, “i’m y/n.”

hyunjin doesn’t have a boyish charm and he reminds you of the hallway crush girls had in high school. his gaze is familiar, reminding you of yeji’s. 

“sorry we met so late, i had a schedule.”

“no it’s fine.”

you exchange awkward looks before laughing. “this is really weird, we never talked when i was still at jyp.”

hyunjin eases back into his seat, somewhat more relaxed than before and he shakes his head.

“yeah, i remember seeing you talking to felix, you looked a little intimidating back then,” hyunjin says.

“intimidating?” you raise an eyebrow.

hyunjin pops a rice cake into his mouth, “yeah. i wanted to talk to you since we’re the same age and…” he looks a little embarrassed now and you grin.

“…i don’t have a lot of friends,” he finishes shyly. 

you burst into laughter.

“i’ll invite you into the 00’ liner group chat.”

“that would be greatly appreciated.”

 all your worries of this fake relationship ruining your friendship with other idols disappear. 

“this wasn’t as bad as i thought it would be,” hyunjin says as you exit the shop. it’s almost midnight and you barely even remember the reason for your meetup.

“this was nice,” you agree, “you’re nice to talk to.”

hyunjin chuckles and rubs the back of his neck, “yeah?” 

“mhm. i wouldn’t mind doing more of this.”

“i don’t mind either,” he smiles and you think, huh, maybe this could be good.

@dispatch_korea hwang hyunjin and park y/n are dating — both companies give their statements

the two are meeting with good feelings, please continue supporting hyunjin and y/n. — jype

fans react like you assumed they would. outrage, distaste, some tweet at you, saying that they wish you the best. 

“wow, they really went crazy on you,” mia gasps, scrolling through the different social media platforms. you groan. your manager had restricted you from going online or outside for these couple of days until the news dies down again.

“yeah, definitely stay off social media right now,” hyerim instructs. you nod.

your phone beeps and you glance over. a text from hyunjin. before you can reach it, jisoo leans over and smirks, pulling your phone out of your grasp to exclaim, “how’re you feeling? everything okay? damn, is this fake or real? how did he even get your number?”

you roll your eyes.

“he’s just worried. we were both at jyp, so chan probably gave him my number.”

your group mates send you a look. a look that says, ‘are you being for real?’

you meet up with hyunjin a few more times and it’s actually going good. he seems happy when he’s with you and your chemistry is great. you’ve been texting him for a few weeks now and his comeback is coming soon.

“give me a spoiler,” you whine. hyunjin smiles at you.

“no way, jyp’s gonna kill me.”

“he wouldn’t kill a former trainee, that’s like family violence,” you joke.

hyunjin pauses and stares at you. “so is this incest?”

you gape widely at him, “what?!” he laughs so hard that he nearly falls off his chair and you can’t help but join in too. you catch a glance of the phone on the table and a message lights up the lock screen.

the silhouette’s familiar, the side profile looks so distinctive that you widen your eyes and gulp.

“oh,” hyunjin follows your eyes and smiles, “that’s a portrait i painted, pretty good right?”

“yeah.”

hyunjin grins. 

“i had a great muse.”

you nod, the more you stare at his lock screen, the more it reminds you of karina. and it’s ironic, that she’s the whole reason you’re in this situation in the first place. 

after a few minutes of silence, hyunjin gazes at you with worry.

“are you okay?”

you frown.

“i… i have to go.”

“ah.”

@dispatch_korea rookie couple hwang hyunjin and park y/n have reportedly broken up 

the two have split up due to schedule differences, reported by an insider close to both parties. netizens share their differing opinions online. some wonder if the relationship had started before former jyp trainee y/n left the company. some speculate if it was a public stunt. 

however, we hope that the two are doing well and wish for the best in their future endeavors.

TAGLIST ! @hyukasverse @elyds @yoontoonwhs @txtbrainrot @cfvgbhndun-new-blog @awkwardtoafault @myothegreat @jisooftme @j-wyoung @angelwonie @adajoemaya @nasyu-kookies

#dear karina #yu jimin x reader #jimin x reader #karina x reader #aespa x reader #aespa

[the-guilty-writer]

Criminal Minds PRIDE Fic Challenge!

Here we go! First writing challenge ever and I'm even more excited about the theme. During June I ask fic writers to challenge themselves a little bit by writing a piece that is LGBTQ+ inclusive!!! Don't let the topic intimidate you; If you want to participate, but don't know where to start, there are prompts to help. All the fics will be collected in a Masterlist that will be avalible by July 1st.

Note: if you have accessibility issues with this post (or any of my posts!) let me know and I can send you the information in an accessible format.

Prompts and rules are under the cut!

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These prompts are only ideas to help get you started! You can write any LGBTQ+ centered fic you want! Feel free to modify any of the more specific prompts to your liking.

Prompts:

Character coming out to their friends/family/the team.

Character's found family is more supportive than biological family when they come out.

Characters go to a pride parade/festival/event!

Characters discuss queer coding in media.

Character(s) explains their new, queer relationship to a child.

Character 1's child comes out to them. They go to Character 2 to ask what they wish their parents would have done.

Character 1 is having an identity crisis (gender or sexuality). They go to Character 2 for help.

Character 1 is confident about their identity. Character 2 isn't, so they ask for some advice.

Character 1 takes Character 2 to a gay bar for the first time to act as their wingman/wingwoman/wingperson.

Character 1 is unsure if they're attracted to or envious of Character 2's confidence in their identity.

Character has been dating Morgan, but realizes they're not attracted to men. He isn't sure how he ended up in this situation twice, but it's the perfect opportunity for him to play matchmaker for his ex girlfriends.

Character comes out to the team (or it's just pride month) and Penelope goes a bit overboard with decorations.

For the writers who are intimidated by this topic or unsure if they can write it: write something with GN!reader. It's less intimidating than you think, and it can make someone's day to be able to read a fic they might otherwise not relate to!

Bi and Pan Prompts:

Character 1 has always thought they were straight, but they realize their feelings for their best friend, Character 2, are more than platonic.

Character 1 is in a straight passing relationship and worries about the visibility of their queer identity. Their partner is incredibly supportive in helping them express themselves.

(NSFW) What does Emily really do during a sin to win weekend?

Trans and Nonbinary Prompts:

Character 1 gives Character 2 a gender affirming haircut.

Hotch teaches Character how to shave.

JJ teaches Character how to do make up.

Character finds themselves needing gender affirming clothes. Rossi makes sure they have the best of the best.

(NSFW) Character 1 gifts Character 2 gender affirming lingerie and it gives them quite the confidence boost.

Aro and Ace Prompts:

Character 1 keeps trying to set up Character 2 with people/telling them to find someone to help ease their stress. Character 2 has had enough of it.

Character has a monthly spike in libido and it makes them question their identity. Spencer tries to help with a ramble about science (NSFW add on: and a few other ways).

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Rules:

The fic can reader insert, OC, character x character, general fic, etc. as long as the character(s) is from Criminal Minds (yes, even the ones I don't write for).

Fics can be any genre and can be platonic or romantic in nature... and yes, this includes smut (I know, I know my brand is ruined. Oh well). You must be 18+ if you are going to submit smut. You all know I love platonic fics very much if not more!

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[microcosme11]

This is only part of a love letter Napoleon wrote

Je ne sais pas quel sort m’attend ; mais s’il m’éloigne plus longtemps de toi, il me [devient] insupportable ; mon courage ne va pas jusque-là. Il fut un temps où je m’enorgueillissais de mon courage, et quelquefois, en jetant les yeux sur le mal que pourraient me faire les hommes, sur le sort que pourrait me réserver le destin, je fixais les malheurs les plus inouïs sans froncer le sourcil, sans me sentir étonné. Mais aujourd’hui, l’idée que ma Joséphine pourrait être mal, l’idée qu’elle pourrait être malade, et surtout la cruelle, la funeste pensée qu’elle pourrait m’aimer moins, flétrit mon âme, arrête mon sang, me rend triste, abattu, ne me laisse pas même le courage de la fureur et du désespoir… Je me disais souvent jadis : les hommes ne peuvent rien à celui qui meurt sans regret ; mais aujourd’hui, mourir sans être aimé de toi, mourir sans cette certitude, c’est le tourment de l’enfer, c’est l’image vive et frappante de l’anéantissement absolu. Il me semble que je me sens étouffer. Mon unique compagne, toi que le sort a destinée pour faire avec moi le voyage pénible de la vie, le jour où je n’aurai plus ton cœur sera celui où la nature aride sera pour moi sans chaleur et sans végétation… Je m’arrête, ma douce amie ; mon âme est triste, mon corps est fatigué, mon esprit est étourdi. Les hommes m’ennuient. Je devrais bien les détester : ils m’éloignent de mon cœur.

Je suis à Port-Maurice, près Oneille ; demain, je suis à Albenga. Les deux armées se remuent ; nous cherchons à nous tromper. Au plus habile la victoire. Je suis assez content de Beaulieu ; s’il manœuvre bien, il est plus fort que son prédécesseur. Je le battrai, j’espère, de la belle manière. Sois sans inquiétude, aime-moi comme tes yeux ; mais ce n’est pas assez : comme toi ; plus que toi, que ta pensée, ton esprit, ta vie, ton tout. Douce amie, pardonne-moi, je délire ; la nature est faible pour qui sent vivement, pour celui que tu animes. [...]

Adieu, adieu, je me couche sans toi, je dormirai sans toi, je t’en prie, laisse-moi dormir. Voilà plusieurs jours où je te serre dans mes bras, songe heureux mais, mais, ce n’est pas toi…

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I don’t know what fate awaits me; but if it keeps me away from you any longer, it [becomes] unbearable to me; my courage only goes so far. There was a time when I prided myself on my courage, and sometimes, casting my eyes on the harm that men could do to me, on the fate that destiny could have in store for me, I stared at the most incredible misfortunes without frowning, without feeling surprised. But today, the idea that my Joséphine could be unwell, the idea that she could be ill, and above all the cruel, fatal thought that she could love me less, withers my soul, stops my blood, makes me sad, dejected, does not even leave me with the courage of fury and despair… I often used to say to myself: men can do nothing to those who die without regret; but today, to die without being loved by you, to die without this certainty, is the torment of hell, it is the vivid and striking image of absolute annihilation. I seem to be suffocating. My only companion, you whom fate has destined to make with me the painful journey of life, the day when I will no longer have your heart will be the day when arid nature will be for me without heat and without vegetation… I stop, my sweet friend; my soul is sad, my body is tired, my mind is dizzy. Men bore me. I should hate them: they take me away from my heart.

I am in Port-Maurice, near Oneille; tomorrow I'm in Albenga. The two armies move; we seek to deceive each other. The most skilful wins. I am quite happy with Beaulieu; if he maneuvers well, he is stronger than his predecessor. I will beat him, I hope, in a good way. Don't worry, love me like your eyes; but that’s not enough: like you; more than you, than your thought, your spirit, your life, your everything. Sweet friend, forgive me, I am delirious; nature is weak for those who feel keenly, for those whom you animate. [...]

Goodbye, goodbye, I'm going to bed without you, I'll sleep without you, please let me sleep. It's been several days since I held you in my arms, happy dream but, but, it's not you…

link to the entire letter on napoleonica

#Napoleon was the most ardent passionate lover #Josephine was wasted on him #Napoleon's correspondence #Napoleon letters to Josephine #it's so sad that this love wasn't reciprocated until it was too late and even then not the same way #while he was writing this he also wrote a bunch of orders to people where you would never know he had these feelings

[bihansthot]

Have some Girl Dad!Bi-Han Headcanons:

- [ ] Bi-Han is the absolute king of imaginary tea parties, he lets his daughter dress him up in a tutu and wears whatever tiara or hat she picks out for him as well as dainty lace gloves. He always sips the imaginary tea and comments about what a wonderful hostess his daughter is and always makes sure Cubcub’s (her stuffed polar bear) cup is topped off. He often makes dumplings for the occasion and keeps mooncakes in stock even when it’s not fall as they’re his daughter’s favorite treat.

- [ ] Bi-Han always lets his little girl do his hair, whether it’s a ponytail, pigtails or messy braids he rocks whatever style she chooses. “The fuck are you looking at,” the Grandmaster barks at his subordinates as he makes his way to the throne room. His hair pulled back into two messy braids with a myriad of pink bows littered in his striking black locks. He was man enough to not care what his underlings thought of him, he ruled the Lin Kuei with a frozen fist, what was it to them if he let his daughter play “beauty parlor” with him. It made her happy and that’s all he cared about.

- [ ] Bi-Han is extremely protective of his daughter, more so than if he had a son. Not because he views women as lesser than men but because his little girl is his entire world. She’s completely melted his icy walls and he let her inside as much as he could. He’s trained his daughter to be a fierce and formidable warrior but he would be lying to himself if he didn’t admit he pulled his punches while sparring and often let her win just to see the twinkling in her eyes as he feigns death. He’d do anything for her smile.

- [ ] When his daughter was learning how to walk Bi-Han would often use his powers to create fluffy piles of snow at her feet when she would fall down so she wouldn’t get hurt badly. Even when his daughter is able to walk properly he still is always on alert especially if his daughter is clumsy, he does what he can to prevent her from hurting herself.

- [ ] Bi-Han is his daughter’s biggest cheerleader, usually cold and arrogant Bi-Han is different with his little girl. He’s patient and thoughtful and always willing to show his daughter the right way to do things. Bi-Han had the proudest Papa moment when his little girl created her first snowflake and may have even had to hold back tears of joy and pride.

- [ ] Bi-Han is always there for his daughter, despite being the Grandmaster of the Lin Kuei he wants his children to lead normal lives. Obviously he will teach them to use their cryomancy and train them to defend themselves but his daughter was never raised to be a killer. So, despite the demands that come with being Grandmaster he is there for every godawful school play, every shitty dance recital and every insufferable field day at school. He ignores the fearful and awkward glances from the fellow parents but Bi-Han can always rely on a fierce and feisty glance from his s/o to shut them up. He’s there to watch his daughter be the best damn flower she can be, maybe they should have brought a coat. He’s always the obnoxious father who is whistling and yelling encouragement at the drop of a hat because fuck if his little girl isn’t the best at everything.

Thank you @brittlecakes92 for inspiring me to write these and sending me the cute tea party video! Hopefully you lovelies enjoy these headcanons as much as I enjoyed writing them!

#mortal kombat #bi han #sub zero #og sub zero #mk #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #dilf!bihan #girl dad #girl dad bi han #headcanon #fluff headcanons #good dad bi han

[hiraya-rawr]

So with I Love You So, my brain to has been rotting inside out with the idea of a sickly wife with a wholeass harem. Nothing angsty really, just a bunch of people looking at reader and falling in love in a lighthearted sense, and I imagine there to be this tug of war from all sides while reader's just there like "haha so yesterday I slept for 16 hrs"

It's kinda hard for me to explain but I find the concept funny of an oblivious, sickly wife, her irate husband trying to fend back pursuers while trying not to encroach on her personal stuff, and her pursuers who are all on their hands and knees simping hardcore

And with so many characters?? Diluc's gonna have a field day scrutinizing all the gifts and letters not just from Mondt but from Liyue and Inazuma too

Beloved Sickly Wife

: A Diluc Brainrot

note: wait wait this concept is adorable!! It doesn't even have to be a romantic harem, just everyone genuinely adoring the sickly wife while the husband tries to back off the entirety of Mond that wants to cross the line like-

cw: old fashioned mindsets (ish)

navigation

I'm usually not into the harem concept, but the comedic potential of Diluc fending off suitors is too good to put aside.

It was ridiculous, really.

The day you found out about an old contract signed by your deceased grandparents and the Ragnvindr family – promising a political union between the eldest Ragnvindr son and L/N daughter – you almost laughed in the lawyer's face.

Your condition was an open secret and you grew up accepting that it would be of great disrespect to any noble household – much more the Ragnvindrs of Mondstadt – for you to wed into them. It just seemed a little taboo for families who pride themselves with their strong and healthy bloodlines to marry someone so sickly.

Diluc Ragnvindr was a man of composure and ideals; he was proud of his family and meticulous in nature. Surely a man with that much sense would refuse a disadvantageous marriage proposal, demand for a legal case, and easily win, right?

Except no.

To all of that.

He was a nonsensical man who didn't even refuse the contract, much less plea a case.

Instead, it took one marriage meeting, a pen, and a single swish of his signature agreeing to the marriage.

You haven't even signed the thing yet and he looked up at you expectantly, as if you didn't come all the way to ask for his legal refusal (a plan you would have supported all the way had he gone through with it!)

Within a few months, you were married and living the incredible, domestic life of a Ragnvindr while Diluc was the ideal husband in every way; he fulfilled all contractual conditions, ate breakfasts and dinners with you, was never seen entertaining another person in a way that would cause a scandal, and properly met all your needs.

You were blissfully comfortable but sometimes, you'd think about how truly nonsensical he was. Practically insane in the way he married a sick person for a contract when he could have worked around it.

You were also worried about the backlash. The Ragnvindrs was an honorable household to Mond, citizens spoke of them with pride and bards still sing their heroic tales from history. Surely, they wouldn't like you marrying into the house?

Contrary to popular belief, the people loved you.

The maids would spoil you and tended to your needs without question, the citizens would offer you little gifts whenever you pass their shops, the elderly always had something to say to you and the kids loved coming up to chatter.

Mondstadt loved you — something Diluc was happy about but... if only they loved you a little less.

Bouquets of flowers were quite a common gift for you, whether it's from the children or the grandparents, but Diluc had internal struggles with letting you receive flowers from available men and women.

He also didn't like how people would crowd around you to talk when you roamed the city with him. He barely had time to take you out on dates yet they would disturb your precious moments!

Kaeya would tease him; the most wanted ex-bachelor and uncrowned king now has to fend off his wife's fan base.

Oh and when you both started involving yourselves in social seasons? Or making friends with people beyond Mondstadt?

You start having tea time with a funeral consultant from Liyue, wandering the newly opened Inazuma with the Yashiro commissioner, receiving Snezhnayan trinkets – all of which Diluc didn't exactly mind but it would be a lie to say he wasn't feeling a bit wary.

Just a ♪( ´▽｀) kind of wife with a（ ಠ_ಠ ）kind of husband ramble.

I kind of trailed off in the end, comedy isn't my forte but I do love a cute dynamic.

#hira replies #diluc #diluc x reader #genshin diluc #hira brainrot #genshin #genshin impact #genshin hcs #genshin brainrot #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin fanfic

[nativeofsumeru]

Cyno comes home after obtaining his new card from the Akademiya Extravaganza (Cyno x Reader)

Cyno gets his limited TCG card from this past event (A Parade of Providence)

(not proofread)

“Babe!” You hear from the front door entrance of your home as your lover barges in with the strength and pride of a thousand men. It hadn’t even been 15 minutes since the end of the competition and he was already busting down your door to tell you what had transpired.

You rushed to the front of the house where he stood there, proudly holding up a shiny and golden Genius Invokation TCG card.

“Oh my gosh! Did you win?” You asked excitedly. You almost couldn’t contain your excitement at the thought of Cyno finally winning this long and drawn out Extravaganza. You were happy that him using his last days of vacation for the year weren’t wasted for nothing. You could almost put aside the thought of the Mora and the Diadem, but now you were going to be in position of so much wealth, you weren’t even sure what you were going to do with it! “Congratulations!! I love you!” You exclaimed, partially jumping into his arms and kissing his cheek passionately. “Oh Cyno, I knew you could do it!”

He had a proud wide smirk on his face holding up his card and lovingly accepted all your affectionate.

“That’s right! And it only cost me one million Mora!” He boasted.

“I’m sorry, WHAT?!” You shouted, practically shooting yourself out of his grasp to look at him with a face of shock and disgust.

“Yup! Now I can put it into my premium collection.” He began walking towards the shared bedroom in order to put the card in his Casket of Tomes.

“They made you pay for the card reward?!” You shouted in disbelief, still trying to understand what just happened.

“Nope, I offered. I will say, it was worth the investment.” Cyno replied, finally finding where he kept his deck and putting the limited edition card inside.

That’s when you began to realize…where was the Diadem?

“Hey, Cyno?” 

“Yes, my love?”

“Where is the Diadem of Knowledge?”

“Probably in a dumpster somewhere.” You blinked a few time, processing this information.

“Darling…you did win the Akademiya Extravaganza…right?”

“Of course not.” 

“Huh?! But how did you get the card?! And if you didn’t win, who did?!” 

“Kaveh.” He said nonchalantly, flipping through his deck and rearranging his setup to see where he could put his new card.

“The architect?!”

“Yup.”

“I’m sorry sir but you’re gonna have to bring me up to speed on what happened here.”

“Are you up for a game of Genius Invokation TCG?” You stated at him dumbfounded at how he was so chill about this. Didn’t he want to win?

“You just want to try out your new card in a match don’t know?”

“I’ll tell you everything that happened if you play.” You gave out a long sigh.

“Deal.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin fluff #cyno x you #cyno headcanons #cyno x reader #genshin impact cyno #genshin cyno #cyno x gn reader #cyno x gender neutral reader

[yantalia545]

For the political marriage one, what if they actually had a really good marriage? They respect each other, they help each other out, hell the allies believed that they loved each other.

But it all came to an end, when she asked for a divorce. Since they managed to make both of their respective economies stronger, she believed that they no longer need each other.

She still offers her friendship tho' a little unaware that that's not what they want from her, along with the seething rage and grief at the fact that she just casually threw away years of being happily "married".

America:

The two of you were very close even before your marriage, so the two of you shared more of a best friends living under the same roof lifestyle together.

It was like a dream come true to America. No longer would the distance of an ocean keep the two of you apart anymore. You guys could just wake up, make breakfast together, play endless hours of video games, then wind down for the night with a movie and snacks almost every day.

Because of your economy going up in flames, (where the need for you to marry America in the first place came from), America had stepped into your country's affairs and had pretty much dominated your whole government. While it did help heal your country tremendously, you couldn't help the nagging feeling in your heart that you wish to remain independent. You had fought so hard for it in the past that it would be demeaning almost to you to let it go so easily.

See as you guys are so close and comfortable with each other, you casually try to bring up that you'd like to remain friends but end this political marriage and go home. Although it doesn't go as well as you would have expected.

You foolishly thought that since he was also a country that had to fight for their independence too that he would have understood, but if anything, it was the complete opposite.

America had been on the offensive side of his independence war and is well aware of the signs of longing for said freedom. He could tell that you wanted to go home for quite some time now. What he also was well aware of was how to tighten up the loose ends that England had failed to see when the two of them were fighting.

He is a much more powerful country than you with way more resources and connections. There's no way you could ever face him and win. You government officials love him, and the enormous amount of money America bribes them with. They would do anything to keep America on their side. Your military and police had been replaced with his own loyal men too so there would be no one to fight him with.

Besides that, he'll show you how much more happy and more prosperous your people are now that he's taken over things. You would be a fool to throw that all away over some petty feelings.

America had all of these ends already tied up and was hoping to never have to reveal them to you. If things could have stayed the way they were, where you remained blissfully ignorant of his undoings, then things wouldn't have had to escalate the way they did.

Because of you actually voicing your desire to divorce, America has no choice but to act as if every time you wish to be alone or go out without him, you're plotting against him. He's going to up security and follow you everywhere. No more social media or talking to other countries either. He can't have you conspiring against him.

It was your own fault really, once thinking back on it. You thought you could be honest with America and confront him face-to-face about the divorce, but you really should have just run for the hills instead. Not that you’d get very far, but the thought of a head start did seem a bit more comforting. 

England:

As a nation that's had countless countries leave time and time again throughout his life, your request really hit one of England's biggest insecurities.

Since England's too prideful to admit heartbreak, he most likely will allow you to leave. Most likely by him screaming with tears streaming down his face telling you to get out, but other than that he won't give you much of a hassle, for now. When you're gone and word gets out that the two of you divorced, England will be a huge mess.

Many, many drunk late nights at the pubs. Anything to silence his thoughts riddled with you just for a little while. Why did you have to leave him like everyone else? What could he have done differently to make you stay? He thought you were different from the others and gave his heart to you.

Even if he won't admit it, with there being so many people leaving his life he's become rather lonely. England was so much happier when you were around. His house was no longer quiet and empty, instead, he had a peaceful presence to keep him company. England had grown attached to the feeling of your companionship and didn't want to let it go. He couldn't deal with his lonely house anymore.

Expect a drunk call from him almost every night. That, or France will call you in the middle of the night begging you to help him get England home if he knows you're staying somewhere not too far from them. "He keeps saying he won't go anywhere without you. Can you please help me?" France will beg.

When you do come around, regardless if it's another late-night drag home or you just happen to be at the same world meeting he's at, England will become exceptionally clingy. Almost every time you're with England, he will break down into tears and beg you to come back.

It will be awkward. Having a grown man cling to you like this isn't exactly comfortable for you. Or for anyone else in the room watching for that matter. It's not like you hate England or that he treated you badly while married to him. It's just that you only saw him as a dear friend. The two of you were only together like that to help out each other's economies grow.

You try to ease him off of you, but England has the exact opposite idea. While you keep trying to just stay friends with him, He's slowly leading you back to him through sob stories. Anything to make you stay just a little bit longer with him.

The whole world can only watch as this awkward game of tug of war takes place. Some may try to convince you to get back together with him while others will say to just leave him completely. Sometimes you wish you could just leave him. England can be so overbearing from time to time, but your friendship with him makes you feel almost too guilty to leave.

China:

Like Britain, China is also the type to let you leave. Unlike Britain though, he will remain calm and collected, albeit a little distraught over your divorce. After all, he believes it would only be a matter of time before you come crawling back to him but it was still a little sad to see you leave him.

Up until the very moment you board your plane back to your country. When he’ll be completely left alone to think and plan in his depressive isolation. It didn't have to be this way, really. But he won't actually accept the fact that you don't love him. When he asked you to marry him, he meant it.

China will spend a lot of time alone thinking about the words you had said to him on the day you asked for a divorce. What caught his attention the most was you stating that you no longer needed each other. To him, he'll see that as a sign to create dependency. If you feel like you need him and he's the only one that can provide for you then you'll never leave him again.

This is where his age and experience will most definitely come in handy. He won't flat out go to war with you in fear of you going to someone else for help. Threatening you could have to same result too, so he'll stick to more back-alley tactics that he's very skilled with. He'll pull the strings from the shadows to create economic crisis after crisis for you and your country until you start questioning if leaving China's aid and safety was a good idea.

It'll play out so beautifully; To avoid suspicion from you, China will stay as friendly as ever and even help you through a few of your lighter problems. If another country voices their theories about him to you, you'll dig your own grave and even go out of your way to defend him. China can't help but find so much pleasure in watching you defend someone who's holding a knife to your back. This just demonstrates further how vulnerable you are without him to guide you in his mind.

It was nearly impossible to hold back his smile when he found you on his doorstep one rainy morning asking for his help again. China doesn't like seeing you upset normally, but in this situation, he feels like you deserve it. You broke his heart so now he feels he has the right to do the same to you.

He'll allow you to come back on one condition, you never leave him again.

Russia:

Leave him?...

Your words will throw him off. Russia will look for any signs of this being another bed joke of yours, but when he sees you're serious things will take a turn. Russia was having so much fun with you around. He couldn't just let you go.

For all of Russia's life, all he's ever wanted was someone he could rely on and call a friend. Everyone he'd come across in his life was either terrified of him or tried to stab him in the back. But you were so different. You came to him all on your own and you were even so kind and honest with him too! His once cold and empty house had the warmth he had always dreamed of. There's no way Russia could ever go back to that coldness.

Before we get into it, I feel that I should mention that even though the two of you are married (even just for political reasons) Russia still believes the two of you should have been doing things that married couples do; Passing kisses, sharing a bed, always being together in each others company for example. However, he held himself back and tried to be respectful of your boundaries. Russia was terrified of scaring away his only companion away and wanted you to come to him on your own. That all gets thrown out the window when he hears that disgusting word, "Divorce"

Russia will have the usual smile he always wears and his voice will be cheerful as ever, but his words would be ever so chilling. "Don't be silly. You're going to stay here with me. I'm going to stay being your devoted husband and you will forever remain my darling wife." Russia means what he said 100%.

However this goes down, Russia will no longer hold back his desires. Maybe if he should you how good of a husband he can be you'll never want to leave him again.

If you never bring up leaving him again then he'll only hover over you and keep you locked in his house for only a short few months. When does allow you to accompany him out of the house, Russia is going to keep you very close to him. If you're sane and start to demand being freed then Russia is bound to snap.

First, he restricts your confinements from the whole house to just your shared room. The windows will also be boarded up too to stop you from even looking at the outside world without his consent. You won't be allowed out even when Russia is around. He can't risk you getting any more of these ideas while he's not around. All electronic will also be removed from your possession. There's no need to talk to anyone besides him anyways.

Then, he's going to hunt for whoever sewed these awful thoughts inside your mind and deal with them. Most likely he'll blame the Baltics. They're the only ones you're with when he's not around. Their screams could be heard throughout the house. Not even Lativa was spared, making you regret your decision even more.

Like with America, you shouldn't have given any warning. You should have just gathered your stuff and run for the hill while everything was still peaceful. Maybe then you could have at least tried to call for help before Russia closed in on you.

France:

The two of you were in a pretty bad spot after WWwho knows. Germany did a pretty good number on both of your countries and were in desperate need of support. The rest of the world wasn't in much better shape, so the two of you decided to stick together. Even if your marriage wasn't out of love at first, France had grown these intense feelings of adoration throughout the years and truly believed the two of you were in love.

It was heartbreaking to hear you say you'd like to divorce him since both of your countries were doing much better now. Nonetheless, France still did let you go. After all, if you love something then you should let it go.

You did say you wanted to stay friends, so He'll stick by you and support you in any way he can. Mind you, he's still going to flirt with you like crazy and give you compliments at any chance he can. Lunches he made himself of all your favorite foods will also still be a reoccurring thing too. France is practically going to act as if the two of you are still together but living in different homes. It hurts to fall asleep each night without you by his side, but France reminds himself that this is only temporary. You'll come to realize your feelings too soon enough.

No matter how many years pass, France will remain patient and supportive of you. Though, if he notices you starting to retract from him, or worse, begin to develop feelings for someone else, France is going to take action. At that point, kidnapping is a sure thing to happen.

France will feel some regret when you wake up scared and tied to his bed. He did take the care to tie your wrist with silk instead of harsh ropes or chains, so he hopes you do see that he's doing this out of love.

He's a bit of a mess and feels like you've backed him into a corner. France thought that you would come around if he just stayed by your side. The two of you were in love. Your union was fate; Your destinies for love. France didn't want things to come to this, but you pushed him to do so. You were going to leave him. He only let you go in the first place because he thought it was what you needed to realize your feelings for him. Instead, you had to go off and pursue someone else.

Please just say you love him. That you really were just confused about your feelings and didn't actually love the other person. It's the only thing that will bring France back from his insanity.

#yandere hetalia #yandere america #yandere england #yandere china #yandere russia #yandere france

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♡ㅤEnglish

DIABOLIK LOVERS : VISUAL FANBOOK

BENHUMEA ROMANTIC

[ INTRODUCTION ]

“Every person, no matter what, is unique. And so will their love. Mine, will remain in writing.”

An amateur poet, journalism student. With a huge heart and a vast thought!

VA: Shimazaki Nobunaga.

The first child of a separated couple in Mexico. Romantic is a young man that, at first glance, seems like an self-centered, strict and dedicated student. He’s usually described as a «nerd» since he gives greater importance to his achievements than his actual relationships. He hides under a mask of arrogance and pride to hide that, actually, he’s a rather sensitive, timid man who has some difficulty and is afraid to open up to other people because they will notice that he is not as «ideal» as he seems to be.

Romantic studies a lot and every day, he stands out for being intelligent, smart, analytical and observant, which is why he got the highest grade in Mexico’s national exams. That guaranteed him a place to become one of the lucky ones to go as exchange students to Japan, in which he would continue with his studies and a future journalism project. However, ever since he came to the Sakamaki manor, Romantic’s life as well as his personality have been deformed into a more sadistic and utterance one.

[ CREATOR’S COMMENT ]

Rejet’s Itou.

His appearance gives him certain airs of a perceptive «few friends» guy, but at the same time a cute clumsy one? It's almost impossible to hate him considering how gentle he can be and how practical his daily life is. That’s something I really like about him and, in part, the air we wanted to give him when creating his character.

The Illustrator Satoi.

He’s a very serious character, so I made sure his design is well-defined as well, which gives him that touch of a model student. I also put many accessories on show, some even not so self-evident and attempted to specific a few charm giving him those huge pink eyes and a endearing smile. Furthermore, I think what stands out the foremost is his pink beanie, that covers much of his hair and makes him distinctive from the most characters up till now.

[ PROFILE ]

Race: Human?

Grade: 2nd Year High School Student at Ryōtei Academy

Age: 18

Length: 165cm

Weight: 56 kg

Blood type: O

Birthday: June 25th

Zodiac: Cancer

Favorite food: Pomegranate

Hobby: Reading

[ FACE PATTERN ]

First row: neutral, blushing, smiling.

Second row: happy, serious, confused.

Third row: surprised, worried, nervous.

[ TASTE CHECK ]

“Oh, are you asking me about my preferences? Well... I’ll be happy to answer your question. ♪”

✓ Keep in mind my boundaries.

✓ Someone who will look after me without neglecting himself isn’t bad.

✓ The perfect amount of possessiveness.

✓ I like silly men, in a good way.

✓ You must have goals and desires.

If you want to win Romantic's heart, you must have to be on his level and get his attention. He’s a sweet and polite person who is willing to give his best to anyone he deems worthy. Take care, since somebody like him seldom excuses...

ーー END OF THE FANBOOK ーー

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BENHUMEA ROMANTIC

[ INTRODUCCIÓN ]

“Cada persona, pase lo que pase, es única. Y también lo hará su amor. El mío, quedará en escribir.”

Poeta aficionado, estudiante de periodismo. ¡Con un corazón enorme y un pensamiento vasto!

VA: Shimazaki Nobunaga

El primer hijo de una pareja separada en México. Romantic es un joven que, a primera vista, parece un estudiante egocéntrico, estricto y dedicado. Generalmente se le describe como un «nerd» porque le da mayor importancia a sus logros que a sus relaciones reales. Se esconde bajo una máscara de arrogancia y orgullo para ocultar que, en realidad, es un hombre bastante sensible, tímido, que tiene algunas dificultades y tiene miedo de abrirse a otras personas porque notarán que no es tan «ideal» como parece.

Romantic estudia mucho y cada día se destaca por ser inteligente, sagaz, analítico y observador, razón por la cual obtuvo la nota más alta en los exámenes nacionales de México. Eso le garantizó un lugar para convertirse en uno de los afortunados en ir como estudiantes de intercambio a Japón, donde continuaría con sus estudios y un futuro proyecto periodístico. Sin embargo, desde que llegó a la mansión Sakamaki, la vida y la personalidad de Romantic se han deformado hasta volverse más sádicas y expresadas dependiendo de sus decisiones.

[ COMENTARIO DEL CREADOR ]

Itou de Rejet.

Su aspecto le da ciertos aires de chico de «pocos amigos» perspicaz, ¿pero a la vez simpático y torpe? Es casi imposible odiarlo considerando lo amable que puede ser y lo práctica que es su vida diaria. Eso es algo que me gusta mucho de él y, en parte, el aire que quisimos darle a la hora de crear su personaje.

El ilustrador Satoi.

Es un personaje muy serio, así que me aseguré de que su diseño también estuviera bien definido, lo que le da ese toque de estudiante modelo. También mostré muchos accesorios, algunos incluso no tan evidentes e intenté especificar algunos encantos propios, dándole esos enormes ojos rosados ​​y una sonrisa entrañable. Además, creo que lo que más destaca es su gorro rosa, que cubre gran parte de su cabello y lo distingue de la mayoría de personajes hasta el momento.

[ PERFIL ]

Raza: ¿Humano?

Grado: Estudiante de segundo año de preparatoria en la Academia Ryōtei

Edad: 18

Longitud: 165cm

Peso: 56 kilos

Tipo de sangre: O

Cumpleaños: 25 de junio

Zodíaco: Cáncer

Comida favorita: Granada

Pasatiempo: Leer

[ PATRÓN DE CARA ]

Primera fila: neutral, sonrojado, sonriente.

Segunda fila: feliz, serio, confundido.

Tercera fila: sorprendido, preocupado, nervioso.

[ COMPROBACIÓN DE GUSTO ]

“Oh, ¿me estás preguntando sobre mis preferencias? Bueno... estaré encantado de responder a tu pregunta. ♪”

✓ Ten en cuenta mis límites.

✓ Alguien que me cuide sin descuidarse no está mal.

✓ La cantidad perfecta de posesividad.

✓ Me gustan los hombres tontos, en el buen sentido.

✓ Debes tener metas y deseos.

Si quieres ganarte el corazón de Romantic, debes estar a su nivel y llamar su atención. Es una persona dulce y educada que está dispuesto a dar lo mejor de sí a quien considere digno. Ten cuidado, ya que alguien como él rara vez deja pasar excusas...

ーー FIN DEL FANBOOK ーー

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The Black Queen

Summary: An evening at Prince Thor's naming day ball, leaves you with a conflicted head, and heart.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Wordcount: 1k

A/N: This is for @salenorona23 who left me a request. I'm thinking of doing a part 2 but only if people would read it, so let me know in the comments.

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Your very being exudes power. You are a queen. You command armies. You rule an entire realm. This is apparently intimidating to some men; the type of men who demand respect without doing anything to earn it. The ones who want a woman to live in their shadows, the ones who want a maid, not a life partner. 

However you needed a consort, the laws of your realm were very clear and very hard to change, you had tried. So for the past several years of your life, you had been searching, not necessarily for love, you weren’t foolish enough to believe that love was something you’d ever have but you at least wanted someone you didn’t hate. Lords from all over the nine realms had come to attempt to win over your favor. The issue you faced was weeding out the ones who saw you as nothing more than a stepping stone to their own throne. 

Like this idiot. 

“So what other things do you do? Needlepoint? Knitting perhaps,” the snide man whose name you never bothered to learn asks. You were growing increasingly more frustrated the more this man talked to you. You were in attendance for a ball being thrown on Asgard, Prince Thor’s naming day ball as well as a celebration of the Warriors Three’s latest victory. You were dressed in finery, a silken gown in a deep blue color cascading down your body. The dress had sheer scooping sleeves which rested parallel to your collarbones. Running up your forearms were matching arm braces, they were metal and looked entirely decorative depicting the image of shooting starts intertwined with one another, but could be used to deflect a blade if need be. Speaking of blades you had several hidden on your body, and were growing ever more tempted to use one on the insufferable man next to you.

“I think it’s just wonderful that women have found things to do to occupy their time, one must get so bored waiting at home all the time.”

“I’m afraid My Lord, that I do not often have the pleasure of indulging myself in hobbies, I am much too busy ruling my kingdom. But I should hope that whoever I shall marry will have their own ways to occupy their time. When they wait for me at home as you put it.”

Alas, your blades were not needed this time as the man sputtered and excused himself when your words reached him.

“Who needs blades when you have barbs that sharp” a voice called from behind you.

“I take pride in my ability to handle fools, as I’m sure you do as well.” You turned your torso slightly to be able to get a better look at the raven-haired man to your left. “They call you silver-tongued do they not, Prince Loki?”

The Prince raised his eyebrow in your direction wetting his lip with his tongue. “It is one of my titles, yes.” He smirked in a roguish way while making his way towards you. In one hand he held a goblet, full of what you can only assume to be wine. “I seem to recall they call you the Black Queen if I’m not mistaken.” His tone was sultry in a way that sent shivers up your spine.

“I have not heard that name in years, it's a shame, I was quite fond of it.” In a brazen move that you might scold yourself for later, you grab the goblet out of his hand and take a sip. Mead. the sweetness hits your tongue and causes a smile to involuntarily spread across your face. 

“It is lovely to meet someone interesting at one of these things, usually I turn to making mischief to entertain myself.” The raven-haired prince said.

“Well, I’m happy to amuse you, your highness” You responded. “Although I suppose I should be spending my time trying to find a suitor, as was my intention when I arrived.”

He raised an eyebrow at this, “A suitor? But don’t you already have a throne?” He questioned, genuine curiosity bleeding through his words.

“That I do, but the laws of my kingdom are clear, I must find a consort and soon if I were to remain in power.” It wasn’t like you to divulge this much information, especially to someone you had just met. But something about the Prince made him easy to talk to, which was dangerous in more ways than one.

“And who, may I ask, will take the throne if this fails to happen.” He tilted his head to the side and his eyes bore into your own. The green pools full of something mysterious, something alluring, something disastrous. 

“I am my father’s only heir. If I were to be forced to forfeit the throne, the custom in my kingdom is a tournament. The lords will fight amongst themselves with the weapon of my choosing until one is victorius, he will be named king. And as much as I would love to witness the lords fighting to the death, I would much rather keep my crown.” You explained.

“My brother, the blonde oaf fumbling about the other side of the ballroom, is also looking for a suitor. It might be worth pursuing, you both are heirs to your own thrones and while he may be dull, you’ll not find a better option. Besides, he’s not looking for love, only a match that will stop Father from pestering him. I’d imagine you’re somewhat the same in that regard.” Loki’s words caused you to pause. Never in a millenia would you have throught that he would offer Thor instead of himself. From what you’ve heard he was very self-serving. You heard of his play to take the crown and while his attempt had failed you would’ve thought he’d vye for yours once he knew it was possible.

“You seem a strong ruler, I’d hate for you to lose your crown becuase of a foolish law.” He took his goblet out of your hand and began to turn away. You let him

Your mind was muddled, and you had no idea what to think. You could not deny the attractiveness of the younger prince, he was witty and cunning and very very handsome. It also seemed that he respected you, thought of you as a good leader and wished the best for you. In a few short moments he had contradicted everything you had evr heard of him. You were left with one thought reigning over all the others in your mind.

Thor was not the prince you wanted.

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[pauking5]

Addicting Taste Chapter 9

Pairing: Enishi Yukishiro x reader oc

Genre: strangers to lovers, mutual pining, found love, fluff, spice, a lot of teasing

Word count: 27.6k+ (on another recount)

A/N: Let the rizz games begin! I know it's been a while but she's here finally. I think I went all out on this one so I hope you enjoy it as much as I did :) Consider this an early Valentine's Day gift from me to you.

Now Playing: positions - ariana grande

Previous

The scene in front of you was wild. You weren't watching a training session anymore. You were watching two feral animals preparing to rip each other to shreds, caramel and dark brown eyes filled with bloodlust and raw rage as the gates of hell opened in front of you.

As critical as the situation was, you couldn't help feeling greedy that you weren't getting any action.

Your hands reached for the grass around you, trying to focus your thoughts elsewhere because right now they were nothing short of insatiable. They stretched to indecent places with every twitch of stringy muscles fighting for dominance. The hair on your arms raised with each sharp shriek of blades clashing against each other.

Get a grip, Miyu.

Tipping your head back, you closed your eyes and took a few deep breaths. The pent up frustration of everything that happened in the past few days manifested in either having a breakdown or craving sinful acts. Right now it felt like the latter. In more than one way. Like you were craving a dangerous combo of the deathly sins, with lust and wrath having a death match to see who would win you over.

Just breathe. Clear your mind. Think of happy things.

You were not in control of yourself anymore. It was clear as hell that you needed release in some way to be able to function normally again. Be that through training or some other way.

I'm gonna explode if I don't hit something or someone soon.

Discretion went to shit the minute you opened your eyes and saw the two men stare directly at you as if they heard you say that out loud. You hoped they couldn't gauge the desperation on your face that was flaring up your cheeks the longer they looked at you.

Why are they looking at me like they want to eat me or something? Could they... Nah, there's no way they feel this too. It might just be me craving attention... of some sort.

You got up from the ground and made your way over to them. Their eyes followed your every move, seemingly in a trance as your voice managed to snap them back to reality.

"Can I have some training now?" you asked, slightly annoyed that they pushed you to the side to get their own frustrations out.

"Of course you can," said Enishi, blinking away. He completely forgot of your presence for a moment and why he was outside in the first place. "Was it hand to hand combat today?"

"Yeah-"

"Only if I join," chimed Cho.

You considered his request for a little. Taking on Enishi was easier lately. Maybe having Cho join in would throw him off his game and it could give you that fighting release of wrath you were looking for.

On the other hand, it was a risky gamble to take. This could end badly if you let your guard down even for a second. They knew better than feigning attacks with their pride at stake.

Enishi saw the uncertainty flashing through your eyes.

"Miyu, you don't have to accept-"

"Sure," you said confidently. "On one condition."

"I know that look," said Cho, smirk falling from his face like it was punched off. "You want to bet on something, don't you?"

"That's right. Let's have the old throw down showdown. There's three of us so, to make it more interesting, there can only be one winner. And the losers who end up on the ground will have to fulfill the winner's wish."

"Can we wish for anything or-" you cut him off with a smack.

It didn't take a genius to figure out that he was already making up scenarios in his head on how to make Enishi his butler for the day. Who knew what fucked up things he had planned for you.

"Something normal, blondie."

"But it's MY wish," he argued.

"Only if you win," smirked Enishi.

Hmm, so he liked games when an unknown variable was present.

If the greedy look on their faces told you anything, it was that anything but good thoughts ran through their heads. That meant that they were desperate for something. But they were on your territory now.

And you were gonna stop at nothing to win this bet.

Disposing of their weapons on the table they took their places in your line of sight. You never imagined you would sit face to face with both of your teachers in a triple combat match. It all got a bit too real and it sent your brain haywire.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, focusing on your surroundings just like Enishi taught you. As much shit as you gave him for his meditation tricks, they worked tremendously. You found yourself doing it a lot more during missions to calm incoming bouts of anxiety and doubt before they could take over your senses.

The wind brushed against your arms, blowing through the barren trees as it rustled up the last leaves of autumn. Your hair drifted on the gust of wind, falling to shelter your ears from the cold air enveloping the rest of your body. Your racing heartbeat decreased to a normal rhythm and you felt the worries flow off your body to be carried on by the wind.

You needed to get in the combat mindset 100% since your opponents required at least 300% together on a sunny day.

The frosted ground crunched under a pair of boots, alerting you that one of them was approaching. Judging by the sloppy balance it could only be the blond hyena who loved teasing and playing around with his prey.

"Whenever you're ready, princess."

Your eyes snapped open, earlier annoyance consuming you again.

"I thought I told you to stop calling me that."

"Old habits die hard," he grinned before charging at you.

He took quick strides to close the distance between you. Rushing to get the opening blow first, his clenched fist aimed carelessly at your left side. You intercepted it turning to the left and dodged it, catching it between your hands as you made use of his own speed against him to fling him to the other side of the garden. His back hit an empty barrel with a loud crack but he didn't hit the ground to your disappointment.

Typical Cho, you shook your head.

"I guess they do," you chuckled.

Dried leaves and small twigs clung to his clothes as he straightened, frantic hands brushing them away. His eyes flared up in irritation as he came at you with much more determination. You tried attacking first but he reached you faster. His hands caught yours pinning them together above your head, bending you backwards towards the ground.

"Are you going for a re-enactment of our first meeting or something?" you strained looking between him and the ground in a frenzy. If you didn't do anything soon you could kiss any chance of winning the bet goodbye.

"Don't mind if I do," he grinned. His face drew closer to yours, warm breath hitting dangerously close to your lips.

Playing the temptation card, are we? I can do that too.

"Remember what happened after this?" you taunted licking your lips.

"Of course I do. I ended up on the floor with you on top of me," his tight hold loosened around your wrists.

"Are you sure about that?"

"Wouldn't be sure if I didn't want it to happen again."

Little shit.

"You're missing a teeny tiny little detail. Let me refresh your memory," you looked down at his lips, smirking at his oblivious remark before smashing your forehead into his.

He let go of your hand trying to catch his footing but you didn't give him the chance as you dove an uppercut under his chin followed by a roundhouse kick before he even saw it coming.

It never gets old.

Enishi sat at the back, leaning against a tree as he watched you fight. Well, more like enjoying his own private show since your opponent was eating your punches real good. He thought most of what he was telling you about combat fell on deaf ears but you actually did take note and practice.

He was enjoying being in the audience way too much for his own good until your eyes shot to him and his amused grin fell.

"Enishi, honey. I know I look pretty when I fight but why don't you get involved in here? We have a bet going on, don't we?"

Mentioning the bet seemed to rewire his brain, feet finally on the move to your spot in the middle of the garden.

You weren't dumb. You knew Enishi sat at the far back in case Cho went rabid and he needed to intervene between you. Although, that included letting him blow off some steam so he would be easier to take down. Like he wanted you to take him down yourself so he had less work to do. Thing that only added some fuel to the flames growing inside of you.

He became totally unreadable since you started training. The haze sitting over his eyes wasn't foretelling of his usual hunger for violence. It was a long throw to even assume this but it looked exactly like the look you were casting the two as they dueled. Like yearning. But yearning for what exactly?

Your mind flew back to the moment you suggested the bet. The quick way they both accepted it. Cho's wish was probably some fucked up fantasy he wanted to live out with you. But Enishi gave none of his desires away. Not even a wink of it. Whatever was on his mind wasn't good. For your sake at least.

While you played spinning roulette on what Enishi could wish for, your attention was diverted from the hyena preparing a surprise attack behind you. Quick and stealthy on his feet he went around you and pinched your back with a kick just enough to tip you off balance.

The blow sent you flying forwards and you saw all your chances of winning burst into flames as the ground approached imminently. And you almost kissed it if it wasn't for Enishi's reflex to catch you. Arms flew under you to steady you back on your feet as you gave him a look of gratitude.

He had your back even when you were supposed to fight against each other. Could he be on the look for an alliance?

"That's was low, even for you blondie," gritted Enishi.

"A bet is a bet. If I wanted to play Cinderella I would've asked the cook to join in."

"I am the cook in this house, you moron," you boomed, angry at his words. There was no holding back your rage now.

His confidence faltered realizing he was skidding on thin ice.

You looked at Enishi and he seemed to understand what you had in mind, lining up with you to attack Cho. You circled him as he took in his chances of survival if both of you lashed out at the same time.

"Two against one is low. I am an injured person." He smiled guiltily as a last resort to appeal to your forgiveness but it was too late.

"That didn't seem to be a problem when you agreed to the bet."

"Do you accept my sincere apologies?"

"Eat shit," you spat out.

With that you both ran to him. Enishi went high while you went low splitting the man between you. Enishi arrived first, landing a few hits that felt way too personal. If you didn't know any better you would think he had those prepared for a while, stashed away in his rage compartment. Cho took a few of the hits until Enishi stopped his attacks. His broad shoulders covered the blonde and you couldn't see anything until he moved to the side and you caught a glimpse of Cho's freakish smile that would disturb even the most ruthless assassins.

He was playing around with Enishi taking advantage of his unfocused nature, pushing and pulling jabs of his own like a ball of thread thrown to a cat that couldn't help but launch itself after it. Enishi losing his marbles during training wasn't a first but this was next level fuckery for one of the biggest criminals on land to let himself dazed by the clown of Japan's sword elite.

This was worse than a dog fight.

This shit is survival 101.

Every reach of Enishi's hand was cut off by a fast kick. Every swing of his leg was evaded perfectly. You couldn't believe what you were seeing. He used all of Enishi's attacks against him returning them with the same force.

He got a lot better than I knew him to be.

Enishi got ahold of the blonde's upper body trying to restrict his movement and you took that as your cue to join in. Cho's punches flew around and you ducked out of their way, taking advantage of the slippery ground around you to swipe his legs from under him. With Enishi latched on his back he jumped over you as you slid across the ground.

He got a hold of Enishi's arms and ripped them off his body, launching him in the air towards you. Thankfully, you moved out of the way before he came barreling into you, avoiding trying to keep yourself the game. You silently hoped he would fall on his back and tap out so you had one less opponent to worry about, but he twisted mid-air before he hit the ground behind you and landed on his knee. The material of his pants ripped off at the seams of his knee.

You loved those pants on him. Maybe you could try and save them once this was over.

You were ready to get back to the blonde hyena behind you motioning Enishi over to help when you noticed something weird. Instead of looking at the other man you were after, Enishi eyed you intently. It didn't take you long to recognize his intentions.

He wants to take me down first and get me out of the way.

You wanna play the Judas game too, Enishi?

That's fine.

He nodded at the man behind you in a pact of temporary armistice to which he approved as they surrounded you. It's lion and hyena territory now and you knew damn well you became their prey. They just waited for the right moment to sink their teeth into your flesh and you looked forward to that. Forward to kicking some ass.

Come at me you cowards.

It was no surprise that Enishi moved to you first. He wanted to get this out of the way as quick as possible. You dodged all of his hits surprising yourself that your defence got better but that didn't rub his ego well. The endless hours of endurance through the forest built up your stamina enough to catch sight of his fist before it was even aimed at you. You spent enough time training together and on the field to remember every one of his moves, but he still managed to underestimate you.

Turning his offensive against him, his agile air moves fell victim to your quick thinking. Turns out he forgot you moved faster around him since you were smaller. His hands extended to you like claws as you kicked them away. You didn't lay a finger on him and you managed to make him run out of steam.

Too busy battling Enishi, Cho creeped behind you once again. He didn't let you notice it until it was way too late and his hands were already entangled in your hair.

Spawn of satan.

He pulled on it and your hands flew up to pull it out of his grip, leaving you exposed to Enishi's incoming kick to your middle. The blow was probably not intended to be this painful but you felt it to the depths of your soul. Your eyes shut tight as you felt the impact worse in your stomach of all places. A little closer to it and your breakfast would've been thrown back outside.

I can't be weak. Not now.

Upon opening your eyes you saw the apologetic look in his eyes. You hated that look the most.

Even the man behind you stopped pulling on your hair. But the damage was done now. It's definitely gonna leave a nasty bruise.

Taking advantage of the moment to plunge your elbow into Cho's guts he doubled over releasing your hair. You turned around and the murderous look on your face was enough to make him try to run away, but before he could you caught hold of his own blond locks yanking him back to you. You jumped and kicked your knee up into his torso projecting him into the same barrel at the back of the garden once again. He wouldn't stand down any way you tried.

You ducked avoiding Enishi's lucky grab to your shoulder and came back up, fist heading straight for his chest. At the same time, Cho prepared to sneak his arms around your waist in another surprise attack when your leg kicked back to push him away. Enishi caught your arm and Cho caught your leg as you struggled to get out of their grip. They thought they had you now but they were wrong. So very wrong.

Twisting your body around, you kicked your free leg into Cho's face, hearing a crack in his jaw. Enishi let go of your hand, stepping to the side to avoid your fist as you spun your other leg that hit him right in the ribs. You stopped to check on him as a small hint of a pained wince crossed his features though it disappeared as fast as it flashed. It was replaced by his patience running thin.

You kept going at it switching between offence and defence constantly. You were running out of steam and you made the mistake to leave yourself open.

Enishi seized the chance and caught your right arm, while Cho rushed over and clamped down on your left. They had you locked in place this time. You thrashed around in their hold refusing to back down but they were too strong for you. You couldn't move no matter how hard you tried.

"I think this was it, Miyu."

"Giving up, princess?"

"Who do you take me for?" you chuckled darkly, dropping your head down to the ground.

Their heads tilted in confusion at your behaviour which was unlike you. They looked at each other trying to understand why you were acting this way as you felt their hold on you weakening the tiniest bit. That was your cue.

You turned your forearms upwards, grabbing a tight hold of the collars of their shirts and jumped forward into a tumble. You flipped and landed on your knees while the force of your grip pulled them with you. They flipped through the air landing on their backs with a thud. Their pained groans was music to your ears as you sat above them with a smirk on your face.

"How did you-"

"What in the world."

Looming above them, you pulled on their collars again, hoisting both of their heads closer to you so they can hear you loud and clear.

"Next time you hold yourselves so high and mighty that you can take me down, remember you both trained me. I know all of your moves, strengths and weaknesses inside and out."

You untangled your fingers from their shirts and patted their chests before you got up, looking down at their forms on the ground with a proud smile on your face.

"Now, about that bet," you started.

Their heads turned to each other in horror.

"We're fucked," they said at the same time.

Training went better than you expected, save for the growing bruise around your middle. You half expected the two to tear each other apart. And they almost did but you were there to prevent it from happening.

You've never seen them have this kind of temper before. For Cho it was something normal. Just with a tad bit more cockiness thrown into the mix. But you didn't expect Enishi to act like that at all.

Could it be about the wish? Now you were tempted to find out what his wish was if he won.

The day was barely past noon, sun shining brightly through the large windows along the halls. The curtains swirled around softly as they danced around the bouncing rays of sun. It was the perfect time to get your apron on and enter the kitchen for the remainder of the day.

You happily skipped your way inside and walked to get your apron on, tying it tightly around you. Strolling to the kitchen island that was sparkling clean you laid your hands on it and smiled brightly.

Though your excitement was met with two very displeased figures at the other end of the marble top. Sulking faces made it hard to keep your hands away from squishing their cheeks at how sweet they looked. They've changed out of their training clothes too, wearing a pair of aprons.

"Ready to execute your punishment, boys?"

"Out of all things you could have wished for you picked this," said a rather irritated Cho, picking at his light pink apron. He looked way softer than he normally does in his dark suits and you couldn't help but smile at his discomfort.

That's what you for being a dick. Now deal with it.

"I don't mind helping out," said Enishi, a small smile directed back at you.

He wore your orange apron and you wondered if it was a ploy to get you to wear his blue one that was the only one left available on the corner hanger. Either way he looked amazing in orange. The sun made his eyes look a few shades brighter than they naturally were, almost like melted chocolate.

He looked at your apron on him before letting his eyes fall on his sitting snug around your body after you tied it twice so it wouldn't fall off. Feeling a blush creeping up to your cheeks, you diverted your eyes away from him and focused on the task of the day.

You pulled out all the ingredients on the marble top as they looked at you with curiosity.

"I will be in charge of the main course," you tapped a big turkey on its chest. You then pointed your fingers at the two confused men. "You two are in charge of the dessert: Shanghai style soup dumplings filled with chocolate and strawberry."

"How are we supposed to do that if we don't know how to cook?" asked Cho.

"You don't. I do," admitted Enishi, puffing his chest out proudly.

"It's okay. I can teach you," you smiled, overlooking Enishi's display of manliness to toy with him a little. Which seemed to work as he glared at Cho like a child.

You gave them the instructions for the dough and how much they should make. The whole gang was going to sit down for dinner and you did need to honour your promise to Wu of a full month of desserts. But at least it wasn't you who would be kneading dough for hundreds of dumplings.

Starting on the potatoes, you gave them a thorough wash to get rid of any excess dirt before peeling their skin off and dicing them up into smaller pieces. Then you worked on getting the turkeys coated in your special seasoning mix to get them out of the way. Potatoes were already on the stove boiling away in a wide pot for a big batch of mashed potatoes. Next up on your list was a salad to go with the main course on the side.

The two just sat behind the kitchen island and watched you work, forgetting about the task at hand. Your hands skillfully cut a bunch of onions julienne style, sliding them off your cutting board into a bigger bowl before you moved to the tomatoes.

The gang got so used to your cooking since you've been here that Enishi couldn't even remember the last time he had to cook for them himself or when he would just give them money and send them out in town to eat and drink as much as they wanted.

Wu did pass it by him recently that besides the magic you made with the food, the gang loved you. When you got sick and Enishi put you on bed rest they refused to go and eat in town saying they would rather not eat anything if it wasn't made by your hands and he could tell why. He loved your cooking just as much, maybe a bit more.

On the other hand, Cho was new to your cooking. The most of it he ate were the boiled eggs at breakfast this morning and he could've sworn they were perfect. He didn't get to taste your cooking in the time you've spent together before. You were always moving from place to place together and most of them did not have even the smallest kitchen area.

But the way aromas wafted through the air in the kitchen made his insides melt. He closed his eyes breathing in the smell. If heaven had a smell it would definitely smell like your cooking. His stomach gurgled loudly snapping him and the other man beside him back to work.

You mixed the salad, watching lively colours swirl in the big bowl along with your thoughts. The main reason you put them in the kitchen with you was so they could start bonding, much to their disappointment of being here.

Food was a natural softener of emotions, your mother always said. If anything could disperse those deadly glares they passed around to each other when they thought you weren't looking, it would be making dumplings together.

After a while, you finished up on most of the main course. You wiped away the small beads of sweat on your temples that formed with the growing heat in the kitchen. The only thing left was the turkeys in the oven which weren't done yet.

You were growing suspicious of the eerily quiet kitchen. Nothing could be heard except the birds chirping outside and the whirring of the oven. Not even Cho chattering like he usually does which was a first.

You wiped your hands clean and turned to your apprentices. They were each kneading their separate doughs for the two batches of different filling, focused solely on the plump bundle of ingredients in their hands. It was impossible to mess up dumplings but you had your reservations. Anything became possible when it came to these two.

You walked around inspecting their doughs. Cho's was perfect, it just needed a little more kneading and it was good to go for the cutter. You gave him a thumbs up and he smiled brightly at you. The compliment must have reached deep because that was a smile unlike any he ever gave you. Too sweet and genuine to be coming from him.

Moving to Enishi's dough you noticed it didn't look as firm, appearing a little too liquid to be rolled around like. He pushed it forwards only for it to plop back sadly, bottom lip between his teeth concentrating intensely on the dough that just didn't want to cooperate with him.

This is why we don't puff our chests out saying we're good at something. It will always come around to bite you in the ass. Always.

"Easy there, cowboy. Put a little love into your dough."

"Dough is the number one enemy for me. How am I supposed to love it?" he grimaced at it.

Mind you, this is the same man that made you apologetic dorayaki pancakes like it was the easiest thing in the world.

"Let me show you," you giggled at his remark, shuffling closer to him. "Take some more flour and pour it here," you pointed to the marble counter top and he did as you requested.

You moved to grab some of the flour, spreading it on your palms and on top of the dough so it wouldn't stick. You rolled it around until it caught some sort of firmer shape that you could work with. Then you motioned for him to place his hands in yours.

He was a little skeptic at first but he obliged, sliding his dough covered hands into yours, warmth meeting your cold ones. You turned his palms around so yours sat on top of his and moved them to grab onto the dough starting to knead it again.

Your hands moved in sync with the dough as it got bigger and a lot more stretchy than it was before. The more you pushed it forwards to smoothen the lumps, the more your fingers slid over his longer ones, almost like they were dancing on top of the dough. Trying to be sneaky, you cast a look at him only to see him looking right back at you. Surprised to find him staring at you, your hand slipped downwards, fingers falling between his. Just one move from him and they would be intertwined together.

Its been a while since he held your hand like this. Well less than 24 hours ago. But every time you hands ended up together gave you butterflies. The longer you held onto it the more dangerous and out of control they became in your belly, fluttering around wildly. Just like your heartbeat that was drumming louder and louder in your ears.

A cough from Cho snapped you out of it. You cleared your throat and moved your hand away from Enishi's. You frowned at how cold it suddenly felt without it holding your palm.

"Yeah, uh... that's how you do it," you nervously scratched the back of your neck forgetting you still had dough on your fingers. "You can cut it up into smaller parts and I'll get the fillings to you in a bit."

You tiptoed around them and pulled out the turkeys before they scorched themselves. You got to making a chocolate ganache and the strawberry filling on the stove, stirring the pots simultaneously trying to calm your still racing heart.

The chocolate ganache was done quite quickly with the heat swirling around the kitchen. The strawberry filling boiled rather quickly in a jam composition but something about the taste wasn't quite right. It felt like something was missing.

Calling for some tasting help from your apprentices, Cho was the first to respond. Before Enishi even registered what happened, the blond quickly planted himself next to you happy to help. You held the spoon to his mouth after blowing on it and he tasted it. While you waited for the verdict, he licked his lips and you couldn't help but stare at them. Your eyes traced their outline from top to bottom, resisting the urge to reach out and touch them.

Were they always this soft and pink?

"Miyu!" he waved his hand in front of your face.

"Huh, what?"

"I think it needs more sugar."

"But I added more than the recipe said to."

You got another spoonful and tasted it again. It seemed sweet enough to you. If anything you could always add some more sugar when it boiled down in a bit.

Cho stood still next to you staring at you. What is it with men and staring? You were about to ask if you had anything on your face when his hand lifted to your cheek. You froze as his thumb brushed against it retrieving what looked like leftover jam. Instead of wiping it on a towel he licked it clean from his thumb. You watched shamelessly as his tongue grabbed the filling all the way to the top of his thumb that stopped to seal his lips like a letter.

That was hot- Get it together, Miyu.

"So you think I'm hot?"

I did not just think out loud.

"Yes, you did," he grinned, stepping closer to you. "Now answer the question."

"You're not hot," you said turning back to turn off the stove on the pot. You felt your cheeks warm up and you hoped they wouldn't give away more of your previous thoughts.

"That's not what your face said during training," he leaned on the counter next to the stove and crossed his arms on his chest trying to prove a point.

"My face said nothing during training," you argued, gathering the rest of the leftover strawberries in a container.

"It did."

"Did not."

"Did too."

You got one of the strawberries and shoved it in his mouth to shut him up. Getting on your tip toes, you leaned up towards him and bit half of it away leaving him wide eyed.

The knife in Enishi's hand dropped to the floor as he watched the scene before him. The sound echoed throughout the kitchen much like the bang of realisation in your head at what you just did.

"To the dumpling assembly station. NOW!" you exclaimed waving your hands around frantically. "We don't have time to spare people."

You moved the pots of filling to their assigned chef at the kitchen island. Cho took care of the strawberry jam since he liked it so much while Enishi took the chocolate.

Turns out they were better at moulding the dough into dumplings than kneading it. Before you blinked, the first batches of twenty for each filling was ready to be steamed. But of course they had to turn this into a competition too. Was there anything in the world that didn't require a display of macho behaviour?

You watched as they moved quicker and smoother with each dumpling that passed through their hands. Cho worked hastily, delivering the dumplings to steam as fast as the strawberry filling hit the dough. Enishi took his time maneuvering the small bundles around more gently, but with a little urgency to not fall behind and to keep the chocolate ganache from melting.

They were both on their final rolls of dough. Your eyes darted between the two watching as they quickly sliced it into smaller pieces.

Cho's knife got stuck in his dough slowing him down in the face of Enishi's fast cutting technique. He tried making it work but it would just get stuck with more dough on it. Placing it down with a low growl, he turned the kitchen island taking quick strides towards you. The extremely focused look on his face matched the one he usually sported during combat. The same look that made your breath catch in your throat every. damn. time. even as he stopped right in front of you. He leaned towards you as one of his hands came to rest on your waist. You closed your eyes at the contact, anticipating his next move.

He wants to get me back for that strawberry trick doesn't he?

He's not gonna kiss me is he?

Actually, I wouldn't mind-

Jesus, Miyu calm the fuck down.

You sat there waiting for something to happen. But to your relief and sheer disappointment nothing did. Opening your eyes you found him smirking down at you. You were about to smack him for railing you up again when you noticed the shiny blade in his free hand. Turns out he just used your waist as support to lean over and grab a clean knife from the dish rack behind you. Nothing suggested he did it to kiss you.

I'm such an idiot.

Amused by your reaction, he let his hand linger around your waist for a few more seconds before he dragged it down to your hip. You dragged in a sharp breath, feeling his rough hands through your the layered apron over your shirt. Satisfied with turning you into putty, he let go, walking back to his spot at the kitchen island.

You couldn't prevent the furious blush forming on your face this time. Turning to the sink you turned on the tap to splash some water on your cheeks to cool yourself down.

Okay maybe he is hot. I might be in need of mental and medical assistance. Who knows anymore?

"You okay there, Miyu?" asked Enishi with a mix of worry at the way you slapped your cheeks and a slight teasing tone. He definitely saw the earlier exchange and how flustered you got.

"I am fantastic!" you chimed a little too enthusiastically turning back to them, water dripping down your face.

The sun shone through the kitchen, covering it in the golden glow of the warm afternoon. You leaned back on the counter watching them take the fight to the end. Beads of sweat lined their brows, falling down the side of their faces, glistening in the flickering rays of sun. You chased each drop descending down toned arms, moving meticulously to finish in first place. Each turn of lean forearm muscles moving in tandem with sleek, long fingers had your bottom lip between your teeth like a prisoner, chest raising and falling with soft sighs.

Who knew that my plan to make this excruciating for them would turn against me in this torturous way? Lord, I'm just a girl.

"Done!"

They both shouted at the same time pulling you out of yet another misty daydream. You blinked rapidly at them, confused until you noticed the last batches of dumplings arranged neatly on the two separate trays ready to be steamed.

"Who finished first?" you asked, oblivious to what went down while you were busy drinking in their appearance.

Their cocky smiles fell, replaced by dropped jaws at your question.

"YOU DIDN'T SEE?!" yelled Cho, followed by Enishi snickering as if he knew something you didn't by just one look at you.

"Of course she didn't. Look at her for a second." Your cheeks were flushed bright, pupils blown wide like you were coming down from a high on something. Your nails dug into your arm in restrain and it wasn't long until your teeth pierced your bottom lip to draw blood. They both looked at you, the blond more confused until he pointed at your lips and chuckled knowingly. "She's drooling again."

Your hands shoot up to your lips wiping at nothing in particular but your skin. He was just messing around with you.

"Are we that hot doing kitchen work?" Cho turned to him, eyebrows raised in a teasing tone.

"Maybe we just fulfilled a fantasy of hers. Wearing aprons, listening to her instructions, helping with kitchen duty. Being submissive," smirked Enishi, dragging the last word on purpose to push your buttons.

"You little shits. I WILL BOIL YOU ALIVE," you yelled, running after them when they opened fire on you. Flour flew your way getting stuck in your hair and in your eyes. You didn't retaliate either smacking cheeks left and right with the powder in revenge.

They broke front lines in different directions as you chased after them around the kitchen island. Despite it being a rather small surface, they were too fast for you to even lay another floured finger on them. The kitchen roared with laughter as you rounded the marble top like three children playing.

It's been a while since I've felt this happy. These two have a way of melting every one of my worries away. As surprising as it feels to admit this, I think... I think I'm home.

Enishi neared the kitchen sink coming in your range of snatching. You marched to him, fingers stretching to grab the sleeve of his blue kimono turned white from the patches of flour. You're mine now. The pad of your pointer finger was the only thing that reached him before you slipped on the small puddle of water in front of the sink heading towards your doom.

I'm gonna smash my head on the tiles and die.

This was it from me world.

I didn't even get to eat those dumplings.

With a lot of regrets for the way you lived your life, your eyes sealed shut as you braced to hit the floor expecting severe pain to follow. But you didn't feel a thing.

Did I die and go straight to heaven? That's weird. I swear you normally roll around in gut-wrenching pain and yell in agony before you kick the bucket.

Cautiously, you cracked one eye open only to see Enishi swift at your side. You sighed in relief thanking his quick reflexes until you opened the other one, seeing Cho on your other side. A pair of arms from each side was secured under you securing your back, while the others grabbed at your forearms to hold you up. Both of them looked down at you, brows creased with worry at your clumsiness. The embarrassment made you wish you did hit your head and die.

You could almost hear Enishi's incoming nagging voice chastising you for not having "any space awareness" and Cho's annoying laughing at you being a klutz. But none of that came. Instead, their eyes moved from you to each other, concern morphing back into the rivalry they carried during training and their dumpling competition. You could feel their hands tightening around you as they looked at one another with the kind of hatred that starts wars. You just happened to fall right in the middle of it.

"Uh, guys? You can let go of me now," you tried getting their attention back to you.

Their eyes didn't waver from each other in the slightest but they did as you asked and let go of you. In all sense of the word as you crashed to the floor on your butt. Your pained winces seemed to snap them out of their blazing staring contest.

"Why did you let go of her like that?" howled the gray-haired man, getting closer to invade Cho's space.

"You did it first," protested the blonde, pointing his finger into Enishi's chest.

"You want to see how I break your neck first?"

"Not if I get to do it before you."

"I would like to see you try, blondie."

"Getting ahead of yourself again, mophead?"

They stood one breath away, jaws clicking with impending wrath. The kitchen was to become a battle ground if you didn't interrupt them.

"Can you both stop this testosterone match and help me up? I think I broke my ass."

One whiff of your clothes and your nose nearly fell off. You smelled somewhere between a well-cooked turkey and a wet rat. That's what you get for going from training straight to kitchen duty.

You were long overdue for a bath. That you couldn't take. Because Enishi still hasn't fixed the water tap on the bath tub like he said he would. You asked him to do it multiple times and he said he would do it soon.

In Enishi language, that meant he wanted you to keep showering in his room. That cheeky rascal.

You got a change of clothes and headed to his room. Pushing open the big dark oak doors, you peeked inside checking for any sign of him. You sighed in relief seeing no trace of him.

The bed was tidily made, edges of the duvet tucked under the mattress and smoothened out. Clean freak, you smiled. Turns out he hasn't been in here for the day.

You didn't mean to avoid him. Today was sprinkled with too much Enishi time and any more of it would make you go insane. The constant teasing had you on edge. It was just harmless teasing but it was enough to spin your brain to another dimension. You did like the attention. Who didn't like the full attention of two available handsome single men? You just never had this much of it before to know how to deal with it.

You didn't take a towel with you since Enishi had plenty of them laying around, stashed neatly on top of a book shelf. Plus, they all smelled like him. That addicting mix of amber and sweet jasmine was etched into every corner of his room and it drove you wild.

You picked up a towel from the pile of dark blue, feeling the material. It was so soft you couldn't resist a tempting invitation to bury your nose in it to take a whiff. His essence captured you with closed eyes, every inhale consuming you more than the previous. The scent took you to an azure sea with sandy beaches stretching beyond what your eyes could see. The waves splashed on the shore so serene, reflecting the cloudless blue sky above. He was just like the sea before you. The calm you needed to get yourself back to shore whenever the shallows of your mind pulled you into a storm. You smiled at the thought.

He was just as unpredictable as the sea. You never knew if you stood face to face with the sunny and tranquil sea or the torrid and perilous waters that sunk ships.

"I didn't think you liked my towels this much," a deep chuckle rumbled from behind you.

Turning around to make sure you didn't hear his voice in your mind from how much you inhaled his scent, you saw him leaning on the frame of his bathroom door, arms folded on his chest.

So that wasn't me imagining it. Can you get high from someone's scent? I think I just did for a second.

Besides the smug look on his face, what didn't help your predicament was that he was freshly showered: water still dripping from his hair down on his chest in consistent drifts kind of fresh. A towel sat around his lower half, hanging way too low on his hips for your liking. Your lips our became victim to your gnawing teeth again as you stared at him.

"Earth to Miyu?" he called but it fell on deaf ears like everything else he said today. You could see his lips moving but no real words made their way to your ears. He lost you daydreaming again.

He knew where your mind flew towards by the way your eyes looked at him so boldly. Discretion wasn't your forte and he knew that. You couldn't hide from him no matter how hard you tried.

He took slow steps your way, towel moving side to side with each sway of his hips. You took a few guarded steps back until your back collided with the wall. His steps halted in front of you, hand inching towards the hem of your blouse. Lifting it up to your ribs he inspected the skin around your middle, a light shade of purple visible even in the dim lighting.

"Does it hurt?" he asked softly.

You shook your head in response. His fingers reached to touch it expecting you to flinch away. But you only sucked in a breath, more affected by him being so close than the bruise.

"I'm sorry," he said, without tearing his eyes away from it.

He had that apologetic look in his eyes again. The one where he gave himself shit for things that weren't his fault.

"It's okay. It's bound to happen during training anyways," you scoffed as you didn't pay it too much mind. "Besides, I got you pretty hard too."

He was confused until you reached out a hand to his rib cage. There, a bruise just as big as the one he gave you but lighter in color covered an area big enough to at least feel some discomfort. He probably forgot about it until you pointed it out.

You let the pads of your fingers trace the outline of the bruise in similar regret. Your fingers were ice cold on his warm steaming skin. He sucked in a harsh breath at the contact before pushing you flat to the wall behind you.

One of his hands planted to the side of your head as the other wrapped around your waist drawing you closer. He leaned in as you shut your eyes tight out of instinct. Droplets kept falling from his wet hair, drenching your blouse. You could feel his breath fanning your lips, hand closing around your back pulling your hips flush against his. Your palms landed on his chest to keep yourself steady on your legs even if he supported your weight just fine with one hand. You could feel all of him and yet none of him.

You needed him. Your whole being needed him in more ways than you could count.

It frustrated you that he could make you feel like this. That he could just make your heart race whenever he pleased by just holding you close. That he could turn your mind into a filthy place full of lust for him and he didn't even know it.

He leaned down to your lips until he suddenly stopped, just a nail away from brushing those plump lips of his on yours.

"I want to kiss you so bad," he whispered, so quiet and full of desire that it rattled places within you that you didn't know existed. His words sounded like pleas for control like he was just on the brink of giving into that same lust you felt but something held him back.

"Why don't you do it?" you exhaled breathlessly.

"That's cheating," he placed a piece of your hair behind your ear, letting his fingers trace the shape of your ear all the way to the side of your neck raising goosebumps on your skin. "I like playing fair."

Playing fair? Fairplay? Foreplay? What?

"What are you talking about, Enishi?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" he smirked, pulling away from you.

You whined at the loss of his touch, longing for his hands to sit back on your body. No one made you feel this insatiable, wishing for more. And it angered you that he did it without expecting any repercussions.

He was beyond satisfied that he provoked you to the point you were trembling out of anger. He wanted to give into you so bad and have it his way a long time ago. But the need to play it safe and take it close enough to rail you up but not close enough to get his own needs sated at the same time raged a battle in his head.

Among all that push and pull he wanted you to give into him. To tell him exactly how much you wanted him. To pick him.

As selfish as it sounded, he wanted you to only have eyes for him. He wanted to erase the other man from your memory, from your heart, from your blood. To have his touches on you like a tattoo similar to the one behind your ear. To have you only to himself, body and soul.

But he couldn't do that when your heart was torn between him and the blonde man down the hall. As much as your mind argued with you between them, he couldn't lift a finger for his own needs. Yours would always come first to him.

You had enough of his playing so you pushed him away, grabbing your things from his bed. You rushed towards the bathroom, closing the door with a thud.

"Don't you need a towel?" he shouted after you.

Cursing yourself, you cracked the door open just a crack to hold your hand out. With a laugh at your grabby hand, he got one out of the pile and handed it to you. You pulled it inside, holding your hand out signaling you needed more.

"Jesus, woman. How many do you need?"

"As many as it takes to wrap myself like a mummy. Now give me two more before I decide to walk around the mansion naked for everyone to see the goodies."

He shoved a couple more into your arms rushing you inside the bathroom with an awkward cough. The door shut behind you and you fell against it with a sigh.

Your thoughts were in a flurry of the man on the other side of the door, who's scent was still lingering on the steam in the air. You could faintly see yourself through the foggy mirror, rosy hues blooming on your cheeks. You slapped them feeling the same warm feeling seeping through the rest of your body.

What the fuck is wrong with him? What kind of fucked up satisfaction does he get from playing with me? I want to shove his balls so deep down his throat until he chokes and UGH WHY IS HE LIKE THIS-

"See you at dinner," he called out. You could hear the playful tone even with his voice muffled by the door behind you.

"Wouldn't miss it for the world," you replied, grinding your teeth in extreme annoyance.

Showers bring you clarity on the usual. But this one left you more puzzled than when you got inside.

You spent a while just leaning on the shower wall, staring at the opposite wall like it could speak and give you some clarity on what you were actually feeling. The warm water cascaded down your limbs drawing the dirt and flour on your body to the drain in the corner.

Everything ached. Your head from daydreaming and thinking way too much. Your heart from feeling too overwhelmed with all the different emotions you experienced in just one day. And one more part of you that has been neglected for, you counted on your fingers, three weeks now. The part that ached the most, especially now with the doubled sexual tension around you.

You weren't desperate to soothe that ache. But if more of today's events happened, you would reach your breaking point and beg for it if you had to because doing it yourself just didn't feel the same.

The shower did little to help with anything other than cleaning yourself. It only got you more stressed so you got out, wrapping the bathrobe around you tight. You picked your clothes up and made your way to your room.

The wooden floors felt way too cold under your feet. You tried to justify the mess Enishi left in his wake with whatever that interaction was finally coming to the conclusion that his words didn't make any sense to you no matter how much you turned them inside and out.

I wanna kiss you so bad. That's cheating. I like playing fair.

They echoed in your head like a broken record as if they were broadcasted out loud for everyone in the world to hear them. Each word bounced off the walls towards you at full speed over and over again and you couldn't drown them out.

I wanna kiss you so bad.

I wanted the kiss too. Why couldn't he just kiss me? Why was he holding back? Why was it suddenly so hard for him to be in my space when I craved being in his so much?

That's cheating.

Cheating. Cheating as in deception? Deception of what exactly? My heart constantly racing, my head being a mess, needing his hands on my body in all the right places? What game was he playing that the rules forbid him from indulging in something he obviously wanted just as much?

I like playing fair.

Fairness. Playfulness. It must be all the same thing to him. He's a man after all. These two things can't coexist in a way that's not to his own gain, right? To his own entertainment. I'm a fool to believe otherwise when his actions say exactly that.

You threw on your blouse and your underwear on before noticing that your pants were missing.

"I swear I had them in the pile."

You thought back to when you left Enishi's bathroom. You didn't leave anything behind except a trail of water you wished he would slip on in case he found his way back to his room after your shower.

You looked everywhere from your own bathroom through the drawers of the vanity and the laundry basket but there was no sign of them.

Pulling off the bed covers you threw all the pillows aside, hand desperately searching every corner of the bed only to come up empty handed. Dipping beside the bed, you lifted the covers to look under it in case they fell there before you went to shower but they weren't there either. Almost like they dissipated into thin air. You would wear another pair of pants if everything else you had wasn't elastic combat gear that you couldn't be bothered to struggle to wear over freshly damp legs.

You could go back and check Enishi's bathroom but you didn't want to see his face right now. Especially because your only cover was the blouse that fell oversized on you, stopping just above your knees. That would only give him all the wrong ideas.

"Looking for these?"

Your eyes shot up at the voice. You looked for its owner finding Cho leaning on your door frame, twirling around something that looked oddly identical to your pants.

"Found these on the floor in the middle of the hallway. Considering they're awfully western-looking and smaller than what I wear, I assumed they could only be yours."

Oh god, in the middle of the hallway of all places?! At least that saved me the trouble of having to go back there and face that devil.

"Thank you," you breathed in relief. You walked to him reaching for them when he dashed out of your room with them tossed over his shoulder.

You've got to be fucking kidding me.

"GIVE THEM BACK, BLONDIE."

"If you want them you're gonna have to catch me."

You looked left and right in case anyone spotted you dressed indecently before you took off running after him while cursing his entire bloodline. He dove inside of his room preparing to shut the door on you before you kicked it open to follow him inside. It smacked against the wall from the power of your kick.

"Give. them. back. now," you growled, ready to pounce on him. That only pushed him to torment you more, lifting them up in the air way out of your reach.

"Come and get them if you can."

You jumped after them trying your hardest to reach them but it was no use. He was way too tall for a normal sized person to reach over and bonk his head even and he only kept raising his hand higher with every jump you took. Pissed beyond the ordinary, you resorted to his favorite practice: violence.

You kicked his injured leg and he lost his balance, lowering the hand that was holding your pants. You caught one leg of the fabric and pulled on the other as he fell back on the bed. But not without dragging you with him. You landed on top of him, hand still around your pants as the other sat on your waist in case you fell over. Your free one fell beside his head pinning him against the headboard.

The position was less than favorable. For you at least since the grin on his face told you he enjoyed this.

"Since when do you use vile attacks on injured people to get what you want?" he cocked his head at you.

"Since the injured people in question is you," you said, narrowing your eyes at him annoyed he even questioned your motives.

"You don't mean that, do you?"

"I can do much worse if you don't let go."

"Of what? The pants or you?"

Does he mean let go in the physical way or the literal way?

Because from how he looked at you it looked like the latter.

"Are we still talking about the pants?" you asked trying to gauge what he was thinking behind those caramel eyes of his.

"They got you into my room didn't they? But no, I'm not talking about the pants."

"I don't want that."

"What exactly?"

"You letting go," you exhaled in one breath.

You almost missed the glint of shock that passed through his eyes if you weren't looking directly at them. You said those words without thinking but frankly you didn't feel any remorse for them. Almost like they waited inside of your heart ever since you met again for a small chance to be voiced out in the open.

Even if that could change everything.

"I can't tell what's going through that head of yours," he said, leaning his head on the headboard to get a better look at you.

"Me neither lately," you answered sitting back, fidgeting with the seam on the pants.

He always had this thing for noticing when you closed off. But he also knew how to make you open back up if he knew just what cogs to turn in your head. You smiled to yourself remembering how good of a listener he used to be. Nightmare, doubt or worry, you could always count on him to untangle it for you. No matter how insane or stupid it sounded to you it mattered to him.

Seems like he still had his arms open for you after all this time. You just wished you hadn't grown apart like this.

"I liked it better when we weren't strangers," you let out below a mumble, just loud enough for him to hear it. As if the walls would close in on you if you spoke your heart out too loud and carry your words somewhere you didn't want them.

"We don't have to be. I miss having you around like before."

He searched your eyes for anything that told him you missed him just as much as he did. That he had a small but existing chance in this fight. That his efforts weren't in vain to get you to listen to his heart too.

He saw the way you looked at the gray-haired man like he could break the world in two and put it back together if you so much as asked him to do it. Was it so bad that he wanted you to look at him at least half of that same way?

You were way too quiet. If anything it added to his uneasiness. He knew he deserved the cold shoulder, but not now. Not after he gave up the coy act he had going on for so long, to be open with you for a moment that felt real.

He reached out and put a hand on your heart, feeling how fast it was beating against his palm. You closed your eyes trying to stop the intense drumming shaking your whole body alive.

Stupid heart.

"You can't tell me at least half of your heart doesn't still beat for me, Miyu." He took your hand and put it on top of his own heart that surprisingly was beating just as fast as yours did.

"Because mine still beats for you," he continued.

You could feel it pumping through your palm, rhythm in sync with the one pumping in your chest. Before you knew it you moved closer to him. The hand on your heart moved to cup the side of your face, thumb brushing your cheek gently. Your foreheads met halfway, breathlessly waiting for one of you to make the first move. Although for now, just sitting like that for a moment in each other's presence seemed to be enough.

You've waited for this for the longest time. Imagined it late at night when thoughts of him just wouldn't leave you alone. At times when your life with him flashed before your eyes so vividly that the memories got harder to thread through. So much that you forgot your hatred for what he did. Because you missed him. Training with him, eating with him, coexisting in the same space. You missed hearing his awfully annoying voice the most.

You would never admit it but you craved to have him like this many times before. To have his hand caress your exposed thigh the way he was doing now, rough fingers from all the years of wielding a sword making your spine quiver with shivers. Just like a violin player strumming the strings with their bow, so skilled from years of training, yet still so gentle, afraid to break a string.

"I still feel safe with you," you whispered. "But I need time. We both do."

"The last thing I want to do is rush you into anything. I just want to be on the fair field with you."

You moved your forehead away from his, confusion hitting you harder this time around.

Fair field? What the fuck does that mean? Is that horse lingo?

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing to worry your pretty little head about," he snickered, petting down your damp hair.

Suddenly too aware of how exposed you were and the way you were straddling him a little too hard you moved to get up. With a shove to his shoulder, you snatched your pants away and put them on.

"Wait! Where are you going?"

"To dinner," you said angrily, tired of being teased by the male species for simply being a woman with needs and feelings.

"Did I do something wrong?"

"I don't know. But I sure as hell will find out."

Was it so bad you wanted him to try and leave this game be for once? To just be honest with you when you asked him to be even after he broke your heart, broke your trust, and had a part of you locked away somewhere only he knew.

Was any man in this house, besides Wu, normal in the head?

Hiding in your room would've been better than whatever this was. Turns out Wu and the gang sat down to eat as soon as you vacated the kitchen. Which meant you had to sit down at the table with the two people you currently wanted to avoid like the plague.

They had you second guessing everything. Every move of theirs came with some kind of double meaning. It was messing with your heart more than your head and when it came to that it wasn't long until you spit fire.

Your leg bounced up and down nervously under the table while the two made light talk. They spared glances at you every now and then wondering if something the other did set you off.

Little did they know they were both at fault.

Wu pulled out a case of red wine for the rest of the gang but they were left with two bottles that the boys gladly accepted before you even sat down at the table.

None of them knew, but red wine was not your alcohol of choice. It made you wear your thoughts on your face with as much as just one glass. You could drink anything as long as it wasn't that.

You didn't mean to but the mood made you indulge in the liquor a little too much. Instead of taking the edge off a little like you hoped it would it just magnified everything around you.

The fleeting touches of Enishi's hand grazing your fingers as he passed you the salad bowl. Cho pouring some more wine into your glass as he kept your gaze. The way they both seemed to drink you in like you were the very alcohol spinning in their glasses. Their drink of choice that they couldn't get enough of.

Unable to take it anymore you pushed your chair backwards and sat up abruptly. The pair turned to you ceasing their chatter.

"Are you okay?" asked Enishi with a hint of worry in his tone. You looked like you could murder someone and that wasn't a good sign.

"The fucking audacity to ask me that," you chuckled lowly, throwing a hand through your hair. "After all you've both been doing is try to get under my skin. Well, guess what. It worked."

"I don't think we're following here," said Cho, trying to cover the obvious hesitation in his voice. He knew exactly what you were on about but he knew that it wasn't the time to admit to it.

"Figure it out yourselves. I'm out of here."

You drank the rest of your wine and smacked down the cloth in your hand, before turning around to leave. They called after you but you were already out the door with an angry lump in your throat you had to calm before it exploded.

Maybe it was best you didn't stay because another rage contest started at the table caused by the rest of the red wine.

"It's all your fault," said Enishi, sourly and more bitter than the taste of wine ebbing his throat.

The blonde could only laugh and shake his head at the remark.

"Actually, I think you're as much to blame for that as I am."

"Well, please do enlighten me what prompted her to up and leave like that."

"We both played a little too much with her these days, don't you think?"

"I would never-"

"Play with her? But you did. And it clearly worked well, didn't it? At least I have the courtesy to admit it."

"Courtesy my ass. The most you did was toy with her head as if she doesn't have enough on her plate already."

"You act like you know her but you don't."

"And you do? Remind me exactly why you two separated again?"

Cho gripped the knife next to his plate a little too hard to calm himself down. He couldn't cause a scene right now. The game was still on and a slip up would only set him back four steps behind the three he took so far.

"Don't act like you won this fight when it's far from being finished."

Enishi could only click his tongue against the inside of his cheek in response. He knew the blonde had a point but he was to proud to admit it taking another sip of wine with the hope it would numb him a little.

They ate the remainder of food on their plates in silence out of respect for your hard work. They expected you to cave in under their taunting sooner or later. Just not like this.

You were down in the only place that could give you some well-deserved peace and quiet: the artillery room. Wu brought some new stuff a few days ago and asked you to check them over when you had some time and now was as good of a time for that as any.

They were new generation rifles that more mafias took on to upgrade their chances of survival. It took you a while to learn how to assemble them due to the complex mechanisms. Working on them made you forget how about your anger for a minute and just feel like a normal person doing normal activities that didn't involve males.

Twenty minutes. That's all you got to yourself until you felt a stare burn holes in the back of your head. The unwanted guest sat by the door watching you work for a while until you tossed the gun you were fiddling with on the table visibly frustrated.

The person just walked towards you like his senses picked up on your inner turmoil. You knew it could only be one person.

"I knew I would find you here," spoke Enishi, making his presence known officially.

"Are you just going to stand there and infuriate the fuck out of me?" you huffed in irritation at the fact that you didn't want him here. This was your space and you needed it clear of him.

He walked closer and you heard him stop right behind you. His fingertips ghosted your shoulder to the nape of your neck and you froze in place.

Your heartbeat picked up for nothing as he just pulled out your hair from under your blouse. You let it free to air dry forgetting that most of it remained underneath and you didn't notice it until now.

"Thanks," you breathed out.

Something told you he wanted more from you as he didn't say anything more and just stood there behind you. He must have been intensely staring at you because you could feel chills rack your body. You didn't dare turn around in case your heart would trick you to fall into one of his games again. The tension got more palpable and if you didn't say or do anything soon you would implode. He made the first move.

He stepped closer to you, arm snaking around your waist to pull you against him. His scent was now everywhere around you and you couldn't escape it. It was intoxicating and drowning you.

"What are you doing-," he cut you off as his head dipped to your ear, lips diving to the skin under it. You gasped in surprise at the feeling of having his lips on you again, though they weren't even close to where you needed them the most.

Slow and sloppy kisses travelled down your jaw all the way to your collar bone. He stopped there and sucked on that one spot you liked, tilting your head backwards with his other hand for more access to your neck. You couldn't resist tangling your fingers in his gray locks pulling him closer. He smirked against your skin and you hated it.

You were supposed to be mad at him. To push him away from you like the traitor he was for denying you for so long. But the way his lips attached to your skin was like sin and you craved sin badly right now.

"You like that?" he asked, voice deep and raspy against your neck. You hummed not trusting your voice to speak for you and break showing him just how desperate you were for more.

The hand holding your waist rubbed circles on your hip and it was driving you wild. His touches were unlike anything you've ever experienced. You were both fully clothed and he still managed to set off that want in you.

He was diabolical. A wicked demon that liked to play with his object of desire until he had enough but for him personally, enough was never enough.

The moment his kisses got slower and more measured, the hand holding the side of your neck trailed down your arm all the way down to your finger tips in the slowest way possible, raking goosebumps on your skin. Blood rushed through your ears, drumming out of control when it settled around your other hip, dangerously close to where you needed to feel him.

"Can I?" he whispered in your ear, feeling you melt in his hold from something as simple as his voice.

Your head was up in the clouds too foggy to think things through as you nodded at him to get on with whatever he had planned, curiosity arousing you even more. Your pulse picked up again as he traced a finger around the band of your pants tauntingly and you bit your lip in silent expectation. When he did nothing you let out a low whine in protest.

Satisfied with your reaction, he sneaked his hand inside and all rationale was officially gone from your mind. Every thought that plagued you disappeared as cold fingers pressed into you where you needed them the most. It took everything in you to not fall to the floor. Thankfully, the arm around your waist did not move, moreover it held you in place, pulling you even closer to him.

You clung desperately to his wrist rolling in circles to please you exactly like you wante him to for so long. You couldn't hold the moans in anymore and the second one slipped out multiple followed. The strokes were slow and rapid acting as a guide to your ragged breaths coming out in the same rhythm. Nothing you could do yourself could ever come close to what he could do to you.

"Enishi," you moaned, trembling in his hold.

"Does it feel good?" he brushed his lips on the skin of your ear making you shudder.

"Fuck, it does," you exhaled, leaning your head back on his shoulder. He chuckled at how quickly he had your head spinning for more.

"I know you, Miyu," he whispered sending your mind in a spiral. The closeness of his body turned your legs to jelly but his voice mixed with his wrist were enough to get that fire in your belly raging. The way his hand worked on your core had you seeing the seventh heaven.

Your heartbeat increased so much it was somewhere to the fucking moon and beyond. He could feel it through your abdomen and the way you throbbed under his touch. It alerted him that you were close to your release and he took advantage of that, pulling his hand out of your pants as you whined like a bitch in heat.

He denied you yet again.

You slumped against him trying to come back to yourself since you were too far gone. He held you stable for a while as your knees were shaking. Your breathing was way off its normal pace, as if you just ran a marathon and you struggled to get it back to normal.

"Can you breathe for me?"

"Can I what?" you asked, too dazed to process anything around you except his strong hold on you.

He chuckled and moved to place you down on the chair next to the table filled with gun parts. Crouching down in front of you, his hands came to sit on your thighs drawing random patterns as you tried to steady your breath. Your hair fell over your face and you could only pray that it hid the flustered redness spreading across your features.

"I know you better than you know yourself," he placed a stray hair away from your face, behind your ear. "Remember that the next time you're on top of someone else."

What does that mean- Shit, he saw me with Cho. And I was half naked too sitting on him like a whore desperate for attention. Oh god. But nothing happened.

With one last dark smile full of dirt your way he got up and was gone out the door before you could even argue your side of the story.

What the fuck just happened?

You sat on that chair unable to feel anything but the ghost of his hand. Every emotion boiling in you today was channeled into that release that was bubbling up inside you. Anguish, desire, greed, lust, stress, rage. Every single one of them.

The truth was no one could do things to you like he could. He knew how to give it to you just right and he made sure that no one could ever come close to that.

Something suddenly clicked. The teasing in the kitchen. The playful behaviour. The scene in Enishi's room and the way too emotional confession from Cho.

I like playing fair.

I just want to be on the fair field with you.

I let myself get played by two idiots more desperate than me.

Your arousal was long gone now, replaced by something darker - pure anger with a touch of needing to even the score. You gripped the material of your pants, knuckles turning white from digging your nails into it as the realisation sunk in.

They were playing you for a fool. The daggers they threw each other. The way they both tried to get you to submit to them like you were a fucking toy to be manhandled around from one to another.

Just how far were they willing to go to get you caged between them?

This ends now. They want a game? You're gonna play the game like hell thawed over.

Oh, it's so on.

Just wait until I make both of you beg on your fucking knees.

After all, you're both men.

You awoke with a smile on your face. It was a brand new day perfect to seek revenge on the male species. Oh, how much disaster you had planned. But your amazing plans had to be postponed due to a certain blonde man pulling you along on a shopping spree down in the village.

Something about not wanting to see another kimono in his life and needing something other than the bloody white shirt you found him in. He kept washing it over and over again like a madman but the material turned more of a beige tone with spots. It had him going crazy to the point it was driving you crazy too.

You got ready and went to look for Wu to borrow some money, finding the old man eating breakfast with the rest of the gang members. They all smiled seeing you walk through the door like you were the sun in the sky. You still couldn't get used to having more than a dozen of the best mercenaries in the country eating your food and looking at you with so much respect as if you owned the place.

"Hello, everyone. Hope the food was to your liking yesterday."

"It was divine, madame. And those dumplings were absolutely delicious," replied Wu, walking your way with the promised money pouch. "Hope this is enough."

"Well, I didn't make those but my extremely hardworking apprentices did." He handed you the money pouch weighing heavily in your hand. There was probably a little extra in there even though you calculated a rough sum you needed beforehand. "It does look like more than enough. Thank you, Wu."

"Are you going by yourself?"

"No, I'm taking this one with me," you turned back to point at Cho who was busy scratching at the material of the kimono you forced him to wear to look like a normal person.

Wu looked behind you, squinting through the monocle on his good eye. He wasn't too convinced that the blonde would offer you enough protection.

"Madame, are you sure you don't want me to send someone else with you?"

"I know he looks like he can't fight a fly but he's alright in the protection field," you reassured him, a little taken aback at the push for protection. "Is there a reason you might want to pack me up with extra security detail?"

"You didn't hear this from me, but Master Enishi told us to secure the mansion grounds tight. That includes your visits to the outside, madame."

"Wait a minute. My visits?"

"Yes. He made a great deal about letting you out by yourself when he wasn't around."

"So he's not around right now?"

"He left in the early hours of the morning. Though he didn't tell us where."

He wants me on lockdown now while he's out waltzing around freely after the shit he pulled last night? Hell no. I'm not staying in the mansion like a damsel. I can protect myself and I believe I proved that to him yesterday in training. He can shove his demands up his ass for all I care.

"Thanks for letting me know. Well, I'll be on my way now. Rest assured protection is covered and thank you again for the money," you smiled, trying to sweeten the situation a little.

"With pleasure, madame. In any case money happens to run out, tell the shop owner to put it on Master Enishi's tab."

"Won't that put you in trouble with him?"

"Just think of it as if you didn't hear this information from me either," he whispered, walking back to the table.

You laughed at the old man's antics, knowing you could always count on him to spill secrets in your favour. You bid your goodbyes to everyone and took to the village with Cho close behind you.

For someone that's been around for only a few months, they surely treated you with a lot more favoritism than their own leader. All it took was cooking and treating them with a little more love than they ever experienced in their life and they were ready to go to war for you. That included going behind Enishi's back. If he knew how much you plotted with Wu against him he would have you both skinned alive.

The shops in the village weren't doused in fashion staples like the ones at the market but they should do for now. Exploring the textile market was not the best thing at the moment, considering how many people you managed to piss off in your last endeavours around Shanghai. The village seemed like the safest bet. Besides, you could just buy some stuff that looked decent and alter it yourself if need be. You weren't a Hikari for nothing.

Hangers screeched under your hands as you whizzed through the racks of clothes in the third shop you stopped at. Pale yellow, light blue and something that resembled maroon were the only colour schemes you could find. Cotton farmer clothes and Cho Sawagejo don't really sit on the same spectrum.

Cho watched you scour the shops, unable to process what he was seeing. He knew you were a stylish person coming from a prestigious family specialising in that industry. But comparing materials and checking their specifications to the smallest detail with a great amount of focus and dedication was something he hasn't seen before on you.

The displeased look on your face told him this shop was a bust too. So he tried to make some conversation as you were on your way to the last shop in the village to animate the mood a little and see what you've been up to lately since you didn't get a proper chance to catch up.

"Back at the mansion," he started grabbing your attention. "If I didn't know any better I would think that you were the master of the house. They all look at you like you're their saving grace," spoke Cho from beside you, falling in step with you.

"Yeah," you laughed softly. "Crazy what cooking and training with a bunch of killing machines can do for you."

"Have you been with them for long?"

"Just a few months. I interfered with one of Enishi's missions." You smiled remembering the events and how quickly they escalated in the span of a night.

"One thing led to another and we ended up sticking together, trying to help each other out," you continued.

"I see. What about before that? After you know, we split up," he mumbled the last part unsure if he was crossing into dangerous territory there.

"I've been looking for my parents. It's all I've been doing with my life and I intend to find them no matter what. We got a lead on where my mom could be two days ago and well, we found you instead."

For a moment, he deluded himself into thinking you were looking for him. He waited years for you to chase him down and ask him to explain why he even left in the first place while you pointed a gun to his head. Torture him to tell you all the reasons why he had to do it. It was selfish but he wanted to cross paths with you again. Every mission he had without you was a drag and made him realize just how much of an idiot he was to let you go like that.

Your relationship was messy from the start. But for a while you had each other and it made everything else less important.

"Do you regret it? Finding me instead?"

You kicked stray stones away from your path. Did you want to find him as much as he wanted to find you?

"Not really," you didn't know what to tell him. Finding him seemed like a sign that you needed to fix the broken bond between you. Maybe it was a chance to do it all over again and start anew.

You were upset you didn't find your mom. But you didn't regret finding him.

"I think we were bound to meet again. We've got a lot of shit to talk through but on a more positive note, I'm glad you're here," you said, reaching the doorstep of the final shop in the village.

This was your final chance at finding something wearable for him. You really didn't want to but you would raid Enishi's wardrobe for another creative project if you had to.

Pushing the doors open your face instantly lit up. This one was filled with more western clothes than the other shops. Though most of them were basics, you could work with it.

Cho ventured around on your tail as you browsed through the stands. You found a few tops and shirts that resembled his style. Holding them up to his chest, you measured them with your eyes in length and width before tossing them into his hands.

"I realise I haven't asked this before, but are you an mophead a thing?"

You snorted at the mention of your nickname for Enishi.

"Where did you hear that one?"

"I heard you cuss him out down the hallways last night. I thought you had beef with an actual mop but the more I heard the more it clicked that it was a person."

"I'm not crazy to fight with inanimate objects," you said, even though he knew it wasn't true. You always fought with your training weapons as if they would magically choose to work against you.

"Yeah, yeah. Whatever. Now answer my question. Are you two a thing?"

"We're not," you answered, hand falling still on a pair of tailored pants.

The words flew out of your mouth like you trained yourself to say them. Not like you wanted them to have any meaning but the more you sat in silence staring holes into the dark fabric in your hand, the more you seemed to think them over. As if you wished they did have a meaning and you wouldn't have to deny it.

If we're not a thing then why do I feel my heart squeeze in pain every time I have to clarify that?

Resuming your searching, you tried to focus on the task at hand, pushing the thoughts back inside. You needed some free time away from contemplating his existence.

"Why are you asking me that anyways?"

"It just seemed like you were something."

You stopped walking turning to him. The way he put pressure on the word rubbed you wrong for some reason.

"What exactly was that something in your head?"

"I'll just be blunt about it."

"I'm listening."

He made a pause rethinking the question before uttering it out like it was the most normal thing to ask someone in public.

"Did you two fuck?"

Okay, maybe I'm not listening.

Before your flustered face could give anything away, you turned around and speed-walked towards the suit section at the back.

"Oh my god, you did! That explains a lot now."

"Can you just shut the fuck up?"

"Was it any good? Are you pregnant? If we look at the fact that you met two months ago it adds up which would also explain your mood swings and why you crave dumplings so much."

You looked around for anyone that could listen in to your conversation relieved to find the shop empty.

"I am not telling you shit about it. No, I'm not pregnant. My hand pulling your guts out and strangling you with them will explain a lot more if you don't shut up."

"So you don't deny that it did happen. Interesting."

Your hand landed on a random suit and you shoved it into his hands rushing him to the try on cabin before you would combust.

Sitting down on a chair in the corner, you made yourself comfortable. Your foot tapped anxiously on the floor, waiting for him to come out. He took his sweet time in there like he was trying on the whole stock in the shop.

I swear he fits the princess nickname more than I do. He's taking way too long in there.

"I'm glad you two aren't a thing," he suddenly spoke from behind the curtain.

"And why is that?" your ears perked up curiously.

"It means I have a shot with you."

You could almost see the smirk on his lips as the words left his mouth. The small flutter in your stomach did not help the situation either. You were supposed to start your scheme of revenge but there he was making your heart do flips instead.

"In your dreams," you replied, shaking your head at his flirty remark. "Now come on, are you getting ready for a wedding or something in there, blondie?"

"Why do you like to rush the magic?" he said, pulling the curtain aside to step out.

Your jaw dropped wide open at the view in front of you. The suit you pressed into his hands too preoccupied with shutting him up looked way too good on him.

You sat up and circled him like a hawk. The suit was a green olive shade that brought out his light brown eyes. It hugged his body smoothly, complimenting his long arms and broad shoulders. You ran your hand on the material from the collar all the way down to the hem of the double-breasted blazer under his watchful eyes. One pull on the wool-blend textile told you it was built to last. It was a little on the bigger size around his waist but with a bit of tinkering on your side it could be perfect.

Following your close inspection, you pulled back to really admire it and the full picture nearly gave you a heart attack. He looked charming - like someone's soon-to-be husband kind of charming. That is if you ignored the rugged way he shoved the end of the tailored pants in his boots and the messy hair that were a custom for him.

"Well, what does the in-house expert say?"

"Who?" you asked, still to entranced by the way he looked. You had a thing for well-dressed men and it showed.

"You're giving me that look," he said, corner of his mouth lifting up in the smallest hopeful smile.

"What look?"

"The one where I look like someone you're falling for."

Your heart skipped a beat and you couldn't hide the shy pink painting your face.

Stupid heart.

You left the shop, hands filled with bags. The money Wu gave you turned out to be just enough for all the things you bought. Somehow you managed to spoil Cho with a new wardrobe and still have a little extra to spend on something else like a sweet treat. Too much walking around made you crave the sugar.

Gasps erupted around you as a boisterous crowd of village girls swooned over Cho's new look. You told him to change out of the suit so you could work on it but he refused. That resulted in having a catwalk show through the square attracting the eye of every female, single or married, both young of school age and old ladies doing their grocery shopping.

You couldn't blame them for displaying their interest so openly. Especially when he enticed their behaviour, winking at them with his signature playboy smile.

He was attractive, that much you couldn't deny. Beyond the obvious physical attraction you felt for him, there was a fresh maturity he carried around with him that was even more alluring. His shoulders got wider and more reliable in the years you've spent apart. On top of that, he wasn't as impulsive and rash now. He thought things through with more tact, but his old habits showed at times he got too comfortable with you.

A red rose popped into view pulling you out of your train of thought. You looked at the crimson petals, eyes travelling down the stem to see a hand you knew all too well clad in an olive green sleeve. Cho was holding onto the flower with a smile.

"It's for you, princess."

The one time the nickname wasn't used for teasing but to compliment you. You don't think you ever got given a flower before. At least not in this way.

You took it out of his hands to admire it. The thorns were carefully picked off the stem. Probably by his own hand deducing from the indents along the green parts. You took a whiff and was instantly embraced by the fragrant smell of fresh rose, smiling in appreciation at the gesture. The moment of bliss was cut short when it dawned on you that he was penniless.

"Where did you get this from?"

"I found it."

"You found it."

He just nodded, grinning guiltily like a child who plucked flowers for his crush from somewhere he wasn't supposed to.

"You mean stole it?"

His shoulders slumped in the snowdrop position at the disappointment in your voice and you almost cooed at the sight. He looked too adorable for you to be mad at him when it was just a sincere gesture.

"I'll let it slide for now. But no more stealing."

"Funny you say that when we make our living from stealing."

"Correction, I don't do that anymore."

You touched the soft petals delicately. She was just like you. The large petals were drawn inwards from the world, protecting the small rosebud in the center. Your heart was just the same. There were a lot of layers keeping it safe inside, though it was laying dormant waiting for the winter to pass, wishing for a spring that could open it up into a blooming rose.

"I just saw it and thought it could make your day better," he added. "I know how much you love flowers. It's not a big colourful bouquet like you deserve, but it's still something from me to you. So please accept it and don't smack me."

You couldn't hold back the smile pulling at your lips at his rushed breathless confession.

You've always loved flowers for the simple fact that they had so many meanings and stories waiting to be uncovered. Back then, when you would end up on a mission at some big shot with a villa together, you'd spend most of the time snooping around in their garden. You saw all kinds of flowers and often kept a list of all the ones you found in hopes you could plant them in a garden of your own one day.

Gardening used to be your mother's favourite activity. While you weren't one to keep flowers or plants alive for more than a day with the wreck of a life you had, you always wanted to try it out.

Besides, Cho knew about the list. It was one of your most prized possessions. At first he thought you were crazy jotting down all kinds of flower names and descriptions until he started keeping a smaller list too, in the missions you worked separately, just in case he saw a flower he thought you would like.

"Thank you," you leaned up to press a small grateful kiss to his cheek. He tensed up at your action, the faintest blush spreading on his cheeks.

"I'm craving ice cream. How about you go find the vendor selling it and get us some?"

"On it."

"Wait! Take the money pouch."

"Oh, right."

Before he could leave you pulled on his sleeve, eyes peering at him with a warning look.

"No. More. Stealing," you punctuated each word making sure they got through his head.

"Got it, princess."

Taking on walking around by yourself, you explored the rest of the village. The most you've seen was the open farm market square and a few shops so the rest was pretty much undiscovered land.

Passing by the mid-day crowds and the popular areas, cobble stone streets turned into green grass pathways. Laughter and loud chatter was replaced by humming birds and a peaceful quiet as you came across the more quiet side of the settlement.

Every house looked the same - two-story buildings, split between a ground floor and an upper level. Walls painted alabaster white ran along the ground floor, some homes in a more parched shade than others. A product of the unforgiving weather in the countryside. Worn out amber wood enclosed around the top floors and the roof, resembling a modest terrace overlooking the crops and the rest of the village.

Only a handful of people were outside, most of them out gathering the last crops before winter installed for good. The unexpected sunny weather made the cabbage and garlic sprouts grow a few weeks before their harvest time.

Passing the crop fields, you spotted an older couple, about early into middle age, doing what you assumed to be a daily routine for them. You could tell they have been together for a while, silver bands on their ring fingers glinting in the sun.

The man was leaning over the railing of the wooden terrace with a steaming cup of coffee. His wife was busy with the laundry basket, smoothening the damp clothes before hanging them onto the washing line. You couldn't hear what they were talking about but from the naughty smile on his face and the way she shook her head at him in disbelief it must have been their usual banter. He said something else and looked at her in awe as she threw her head back laughing, like only the two of them existed in this wide world.

For a brief moment, you wanted to have that. Living simply in one of these traditional houses, away from the jungle of your current life. Planting your love into the crops stretching out on the fields and far into the forest, growing it with someone you treasured.

Someone you wanted to give your world to with the good and the bad and everything in between.

Your mind wandered to a sullen gray-haired man that held half of your heart captive with him at the moment. Then it went back even further, to the night you laid in bed together talking about life. To how much you wanted to mention that you wanted to experience love. To tell him all about this alternate life you wanted for yourself.

Now, in the present, you would even go as far as asking him if he wanted to live that life with you. To see if there was even the smallest chance of him wanting to give it a try with you.

The whinnies of horses brought you out of your reverie. You stumbled upon a horse paddock extending to a bigger farm house. A few horses galloped around, hair coats flying in the wind with every step raising the dust on the ground. They looked so carefree.

Walking closer to the wooden fence, you leaned your elbows on it as you watched them prance around.

Your eyes landed in the corner where a strangely familiar person had their back turned to you. You squinted through the bright sunlight trying to make out who it was.

You could recognise those wide shoulders anywhere you went and the back of his head was just another dead giveaway it was him.

So, that's where you've been hiding, stranger.

You got more comfortable on the timber edge, resting your head on your palm as you watched him work. He was covered in dirt from head to toe, hammering nails into wooden planks. With precise manner, he measured them before hooking them up to the bigger part of the paddock. Even through all the mud covering him, you could still see the outline of his bulky biceps twisting with every move of the hammer. You could watch him do that all day long and you wouldn't get tired of it.

The man you are Enishi Yukishiro.

"He's been here all day long," spoke a familiar voice from behind you. You spun around coming face to face with the lady you met that night you dragged Enishi into the village with you. The same lady who gave you that destiny talk and the earring dangling on his ear at this very moment.

"Oh, uh. Hi"! you bowed to her in respect.

"No need to bow to me, young lady."

"The habit," you giggled as you sat back up straight. "Has he really been here all day?"

She nodded, moving to sit next to you on the railing.

"He came early this morning." She pointed to bits and pieces of torn wood that were thrown to the side, replaced by new sturdier ones. "The main fence broke down last night and some of the horses ran away. He came by with one of them that he caught on the road and stayed around to help out. We told him there was no need to stress over it but he insisted."

One of the horses came to you, dipping its head down to greet you politely. His honey coat shined in the sun, a lighter mane falling over his long neck. You reached a hand out and the horse nudged you to pet him.

"Mazu, be nice to our guest. This one is a troublemaker."

"Mazu... like the sea goddess?"

"You know the myth. She's the patron of the seas. Sailors called on her name in the midst of a storm and she helped them out." She ran her hand on the horse's head and he neighed in appreciation. "Our Mazu here happened to be my saviour one stormy night I got lost in the woods. He brought me here and the rest was history."

"What do you mean by history?"

"I happen to be married to his owner," you gasped when she pointed to the farmer that helped you and Enishi on numerous occasions. He waved at you from the stacks of hay he was unloading off his carriage before getting back to work.

"You and mister farmer? I did not expect that."

"It's okay," she laughed. "We didn't either. It just happened."

"I guess love works that way."

"You'd be surprised. Love comes when you least expect it to, when you need it the most," she sighed softly. A hunch told you she was speaking from her own experience. "You and prince charming over there should come over for dinner some time. I would like to get, how does your generation put it... the deets on what's going on with you two."

"I would love to! But only if you give me some of your advice on how to handle childish men."

"A deal is a deal," she patted your arm caringly like a mother. "I have to go help my own prince before he hurts himself, but feel free to hang around here for as long as you'd like," she said, throwing a knowing look at Enishi.

"See you soon!"

She walked off and your attention went back to the horse, memories of back home flooding back to you. They consisted of a fellow hooved friend that you grew up with. She was your dearest companion for many years and grew just as big as Mazu. But the bitter hands of fate took her away from you way too soon.

"I had one just like you," you spoke to the horse as you continued petting his coat. "She had hair this soft too. I always braided it with flowers from mom's garden and she loved it. Though I doubt you'd like flowers in your hair, Mazu."

The horse neighed at your remark almost as if he understood you, urging you to pet his neck again. You giggled at his excitement, raising your arm higher to brush his coat down.

Enishi finished his work just as an oddly familiar giggle echoed in his ears. The only giggle on earth that made his heart warm. He turned around hoping he didn't imagine it. He was relieved and surprised to see you at the other end of the paddock.

He wiped his hands clean and leaned back on the wooden post behind him to look at you. You were petting down Mazu with so much joy that unknowingly a smile made its way onto his face, filling him with a small joy too.

He expected you to avoid him after your previous encounter in the artillery room. The thought that he went too far kept him awake for most of the night and he wanted to make it up to you. And he had the perfect idea to do that.

After testing the fence again to make sure it won't break apart again, he put the rest of the materials away and made his way to you. Mazu turned to him, neighing excitedly in his direction.

"I see you've met Mazu," he smiled at the horse, joining you in running his hand down his coat.

"I have. He's a sweetheart," you beamed at the horse.

"He's a softie, but he's definitely not an angel."

"As if you're better or something," you chuckled dryly, reminding him he was skidding on thin ice with you.

"Or something," he smiled mischievously.

The afternoon sun was setting, telling you night time was just around the corner. You closed your eyes basking in the temporary warmth it provided. When you opened them they fell on his face. His eyes were closed too, reeling in the glow of the sun like you did.

He looked as ethereal as he always did, though a splotch of mud sat on his cheek and it bugged you greatly. You reached a hand out trying to wipe it off with your sleeve. His eyes opened widely, confused at what you were doing, until they landed on your focused face.

Your eyebrows were drawn together in concentration, bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you worked on getting the dirt off. Once you were satisfied with your work, you pulled away with a smile, smoothing a thumb on his cheek. When you noticed how close you were even with the timber board separating you, you held your breath.

He stepped closer, leaning over the edge to you, eyes moving between you and your lips. Your hand was still on his cheek, his own rough palm taking a cautious hold of your wrist. He got closer, stopping just a breeze away from your mouth. You closed your eyes expecting to really have his lips on yours this time. You missed their softness and the rhythmic way they moved against yours. The way he tasted like the sweet jasmine scent lingering off him.

You were ready to commit arson if he didn't kiss you this time either.

And he didn't. He pulled back and you groaned at being denied a kiss yet again. From the chuckle rumbling in his throat it sounded like he really wanted to be fried alive.

On the other hand, Mazu was on your side. He pushed Enishi a little to the side to take his place in front of you. Enishi narrowed his eyes at the horse, putting his hands on his coat to try to move him away only for the horse to refuse and resort to pushing against him again. You laughed petting the horse in amusement.

"Okay, okay! I'll stop teasing her."

The horse turned his head to him, squinting him up and down. You laughed in disbelief at what you were seeing.

A literal horse was giving Enishi attitude. This is a sight for the history books.

"Mazu," said Enishi on a warning tone. "Stop that. Don't think I let you off the hook for breaking that fence last night."

"He broke the fence?" you asked shocked that a sweet thing like him could do such a thing.

"I went out for a walk and found him wandering in front of the mansion with wood splinters in his hooves."

"He probably just wanted to go for a walk too."

"In the middle of the night?"

"Good point."

"There you were!" shouted Cho from behind you carrying two carton boxes of ice cream, before his excitement died down at the sight of Enishi. "Ah, you're here too."

"Who's coffin did you crawl out of?" asked Enishi, looking him up and down with disgust.

"I would explain what style is, but fashion is probably afraid of you," said Cho, pointing to his muddy attire. "Right," he turned to you, "I got you ice cream."

"GIMME!" you ran up to him snatching the one he was holding out to you. You took a spoonful realising its a vanilla flavor. You felt it melt in your mouth, sighing at the cool feeling.

"Can I have a some?" asked Enishi, eyeing the small makeshift bowl in your hand. He licked his lips at the sight and he could almost feel the taste in his mouth.

"I don't know. Do you deserve one?" you taunted, trying to get him back for his earlier scheme. But his imploring eyes told you not to push it too much. After all, he's been outside in the sun for most of the day and by the looks of it he was way too dehydrated.

Besides, you couldn't say no to those doe eyes. Since he was covered in dirt, you scooped a spoonful stacked double with ice cream and held it to his mouth. Just like you, he sighed softly at the cool relief slipping down his tongue.

"What do you guys say about having a bonfire and some drinks later tonight?" he suggested.

Bonfire and drinks. My favorite combination of words. He sure knows the way to my heart.

"It would be amazing. We could roast potatoes by the fire too," you suggested too.

"I can go and chop some wood," piped in Cho, actually volunteering to be helpful for once.

"Great. I'll finish up here and come around in a bit. But until then, gimme another scoop," he opened his mouth waiting for you to feed him another one. Before you could scoop up some Cho shoved his ice cream into Enishi's hands.

"Take mine."

"I don't want yours. I want hers."

"I want hers too."

They bickered like that while you sneakily took hold of both ice creams, slurping them down. You even licked the boxes clean. They stopped fighting and looked at the empty containers in your hands. Smiling innocently did not stop the blonde from chasing after you.

"I PAID FOR THAT!" he yelled grabbing a hold of your blouse to shake you.

"WITH HIS MONEY!" you clamped your mouth shut at the realisation you said something Enishi wasn't supposed to hear.

His eyes raced between the two of you, finally making sense of the multitude of bags surrounding you. He didn't give you the money this month so he wondered where you got so much from. He would've been less mad if you spent them on you but you chose to dress up blondie. He stretched his head on both sides, before jumping over the fence, taking off after Cho who started running the minute he clicked his fists.

"YOU HAD A SHOPPING SPREE WITH MY MONEY??? DO I LOOK LIKE THE NATIONAL TREASURY TO YOU?"

He cursed him a whole bunch, reaching out to smear the mud on his hands all over Cho's face. You laughed so hard your stomach started hurting but you couldn't help it when they looked like two weasels wrestling.

The farmer and his wife were at the other end of the paddock when they heard shouting. They stopped working, looking at the three of you with fond smiles on their faces.

"Remember when we used to be like that too?" she laughed.

"I remember it very well, my dear. Though we were a lot rowdier than those three. It took a lot of persuasion to get you to stay with me," he circled his arms around her, resting his head on her shoulder.

"It did not," she slapped his hand sinking back into his arms.

"Oh, it did."

"It did not."

"Did too."

They both laughed at their antics, feeling like they haven't aged a single day. Their bodies may be showing the strain of time but their hearts were still beating for each other like the first day they met.

"Love keeps us young forever, doesn't it?"

"It sure does, my love."

Attacking the kitchen first thing when you got back, you worked on some quick finger foods to snack on. You made sure to prepare some actual food for Enishi too since he hasn't eaten anything all day and he must've been famished.

Cho chopped up the fire wood and cleaned up the area in the middle of the garden setting up the bonfire. You caught a glimpse of him struggling to light the fire and rushed over to help him. It was getting darker and soon you wouldn't be able to see anything if you didn't start it. Inspecting the problem, you noticed some of the wood wasn't actually dry but green. A harmless rookie mistake. You got rid of it, replacing it with other logs and were able to finally start a fire.

The sky turned dark shades of violet and soon the night arrived. Timber crackled, ember flames reaching higher with the gentle wind. You rounded up thick blankets and spread them out on the ground around the fire. Tossing a few potatoes wrapped in thin foil closer to the fire and bringing some platters over, you sat down on a blanket.

The fire's been raging for a while, but there was no sight of Enishi just yet. You pulled your knees up to your chest, laying your chin on top of them as you watched the fire consume the logs.

Today was a peaceful day. Despite your earlier plans to seek revenge, you were glad you got out and did something else. You also got to see the two in their natural habitat, plus a few new sides to them. Maybe revenge could wait a little more until tomorrow.

Cho changed out of the suit into more casual clothes. He still looked handsome but at least it wasn't too over the top to give you a heart attack.

He saw you on the floor, deep into your thinking cave. He hated whenever you got in there because it usually made you distance yourself. Closing yourself inside. So, he walked over to the bonfire holding a hand out to you.

"Come dance with me."

You looked up at his hand. You didn't really feel in the mood for it.

"There's no music," you pouted.

"Nature is here to provide us with music," he said, spinning around to show you the wild singing back to you. He leaned down and pulled on your hand until you gave in to his pleas and sat up. You let him pull you closer to the fire, swaying together to the rhythm of the crickets singing in the night. It was a comforting silence, filled by the sound of nature.

You moved closer, placing your head on top of his chest. The familiarity of vanilla and lavender engulfed you washing away the blues. You took a long deep inhale of the scent, nuzzling your head deeper into his chest. There, his heartbeat greeted you in the same rapid manner it did the day before, when you felt your hearts speaking to each other for the first time in years.

"Cho?"

Taken aback to hear his real name come out of your mouth instead of the nickname you reserved for him, his heart skipped a beat. You heard it and smiled as he glanced down at you. He hummed, motioning for you to continue with what you wanted to say.

"Do you like me?"

You looked up at him and he looked back at you. Time felt still for a moment as his arms tensed around you. Despite looking at you like you put the moon in the sky he seemed a little hesitant to open his mouth and answer.

You didn't know what you wanted to hear.

I don't like you, would be the soul-crushing rejection you braced yourself for ever since that night you met him, four years ago.

I like you, would have you over the moon but torn over what the other half of your heart wanted.

The longer he didn't say anything the worse you felt for saying anything yourself. You prepared yourself to brush it off as a joke. Because it felt like a joke to voice out your thoughts unedited by a long train of contemplation. But it wasn't a joke to him.

"I do like you," he declared with the most sincerity you've ever heard from him. "I've liked you for a while. Well, ever since I met you that night."

Oh lord. Out of everything I didn't expect this.

This is bad.

This is catastrophic.

What the fuck do I do now?

"I regret leaving you that night."

No. I am not ready to have that conversation. Not yet.

"Cho, stop."

Peeling yourself away from him you stepped back.

"We need to talk about it, Miyu. How long are you gonna put it off?"

"Until I'm ready. You said it yourself that you wouldn't rush me into anything." You pulled out the you said so card to avoid this from escalating.

"You're right," he sighed loudly, possibly angry at himself that he couldn't get through to you. "I just wish you would talk to me."

"I know and I will. I just need-"

"Time?" a tight lipped smile made its way onto his lips as he stole the words from your mouth. You nodded. "You have all the time in the world. I'll wait until you're ready."

"I'm here and I brought alcohol," chimed Enishi from behind you. He looked between you noticing a weird tension sitting in the air. You were looking at the ground dejected while the blonde diverted his eyes away from you. "Am I interrupting something?"

"I'll go get make us some cocktails," you excused yourself, making your way inside before he could ask you what happened.

He threw a silent "what did you do" at Cho and he just shrugged in response. They made their way inside where you already got to work.

There were at least a dozen bottles of different alcohol on the kitchen island - rum, vodka, beer, some local liquors and wine. You put the wine far in the corner of the kitchen to avoid another emotionally shattering outburst.

"Right, so what are you drinking?" you asked them getting some glasses ready.

"I didn't take you for a drinking connoisseur," said Enishi, surprised to see you prepared like a barman.

"You'd be surprised how much of a drinker she is," spoke the blonde, reminiscing the times you went out drinking together. "You can't take her anywhere if there's alcohol involved."

"That's not true," you gasped. "It's not my fault you're the biggest lightweight I've ever met. If anything it's you I can't take anywhere!"

Cho turned to Enishi who was more and more invested as he saw you mix a few liquids in different pitchers.

"Did you know that the entirety of Osaka's bar district is afraid of her? Besides being the famed crimson rose, she drinks like an old aged pirate who's seen too much in his life. I'm shocked she still has a liver."

You smirked at his retelling. It was true. As long as it wasn't red wine you could literally drink a bar dry. You inherited that from a long line of Hikari ancestors that loved drinking more than anything else. There were times were you got kicked out for ordering too much.

"One time she got into a bar fight. We went to a bar after one of our missions went sideways and she got angry at a man who drank the last drops of vodka in the bar." He stopped to contain his giggles as the scene came back to him. "Instead of going to another one like normal people do, she punched the man and drank the cocktail that was barely placed down in front of him."

"No way," Enishi laughed at how unbelievable it sounded. You were impulsive when he met you but he would never imagine that it used to be worse. You were much more calmer and collected now.

"Anyways, that was a long time ago. Now, tell me what you would like to drink."

"Why don't you surprise us?"

"Well, how about we start with the Shanghai special? Since we're the Shanghai mafia after all."

The Shanghai special was a good starter, especially for Cho's lightweight ass. You added the rum to a pitcher with some raspberry syrup you found around the kitchen to sweeten it and some lemon juice. Then you crushed anise for some spice and to bring out the flavor of the alcohol just a little. You mixed the red liquid and poured it into glasses, with a slice of lime on the rim of the glass.

"It's not the original but it's close to it," you pushed them to the two and waited as they took a sip.

Their eyes widened at the bitter yet sweet taste. It wasn't strong to throw your head off but you could feel it warm you up inside.

"This is amazing, Miyu."

Cocktails and beer bottles turned into cups of traditional liquor from the area as you sat around the bonfire. Enishi received a few bottles of baijiu from the farmer as a gift for his hard work. You were curious how it tasted since you haven't had it before.

He poured a cup to each of you and you clinked them together before throwing it down your throat. It had the base aroma of a spirit made from rice, spicy at first but fruity on the aftertaste, and the alcohol concentration to kill you if you weren't a drinker. It felt as strong as the usual vodka you drank. Just my type of poison.

The other two however scrunched their noses in disgust as the liquor burned down their throat. You laughed at them before throwing lime halves at them. Enishi ate it whole while Cho squished every last drop of it into his mouth like a madman.

Heated discussions began after a few more cups were passed around.

"I think that Japanese swords are better on every level. They're balanced and you can put so much power into a katana for a single strike. You can feel the weight like its your own hand extension," argued Cho, trying to dismiss Enishi's previous point about katanas being way too overrated.

"You've been in my office and all you could look at was the katanas? Have you seen the rest on that wall?!"

"I have and I was not impressed," he replied, munching on a baked potato. He held it with the tin foil between the pads of his fingers as he ignored you when you told him they were too hot to eat yet.

"Not impressed?! The jians in there are more agile and flexible than a katana can be." Enishi looked like he could pop a vein as he listed the reasons why Chinese swords were so much better. "You have strength, they're not that long and you can swing them a lot more easily in combat."

"What is this the annual literary circle gathering?," you snorted.

Enishi turned to you with a tiebreaker question.

"What about you? You've trained with both and know enough about each of them to decide which one is the best."

He put you on the spot there. It was true you trained with both and explored the different styles enough to have an opinion.

"Well, I think they're both the best in their own ways. I trained with Cho's double katanas and though they're hard to handle they get the job done."

Cho looked hopeful that you would choose him before you even finished your argument.

"Buuuut, I trained with the jians more and they feel better in my hands in slashing," you shrugged as Enishi threw his fist in victory way too soon.

"So, which one do you choose?"

You looked between both of them. From their intense stares you could only pick one of them if you liked staying in one whole piece. So you chose an answer that would satisfy both sides.

"I would pick... my pistols over any sword. Have you seen those babies? You just aim and shoot and you're excused of any extra physical effort."

"I still think my katanas are better," huffed Cho, keeping his side of the argument up.

"My wato could take on your double katanas any day," said Enishi cockily, acting like the Sword Master Extraordinaire you knew him to be.

"If you're that sure of yourself in everything, why don't we have a drinking contest?" suggested Cho.

"I don't think that's a good idea-"

"I'm ready when you're ready."

Before you could argue that this was the stupidest idea ever you just let them be. You placed your bets on Enishi, since you knew enough about Cho's habits to know he won't win. On the other hand, you had no idea where Enishi's alcohol intake sat. The man drank tea instead of coffee so you weren't sure what to expect.

They lined up the unopened bottles of baijiu next to each other as you sat in the middle acting as the referee.

"3, 2, 1... GO!"

The drinking contest ended as fast as it began. Not for you though.

Cho was the first one to tap out after barely half a bottle, head banging on the blanket beside you. You knew he couldn't hold shit after your cocktails and the liquor would be way too much for him. You've drank him under the table time and time again but he never learns.

Enishi almost drank the whole bottle but he stopped when he saw the blonde sprawled on the floor.

Turning to Enishi you noticed that tight-lipped smirk full of mischief sitting proudly on his face. Then it clicked.

"This was your plan all along?" you pointed to the sleeping mound next to you, gone like a log.

"If I heard one more word out of his mouth, I would've gone crazy," spoke Enishi, pouring the rest liquor in his cup.

"Cheeky bastard," you shook your head at him.

"You caught me," he lifted his hands up in defense. "But you can't tell me you enjoyed hearing that shit on and on."

"Nope," you laughed. "But what I am enjoying is this new side of you."

The corner of his lips lifted up with a deep chuckle, allowing you to see his pearly teeth. Handsome.

You loved this new side of him, so carefree and devoid of his normal seriousness. He grinned like the biggest hippie in the world, just riding the wave of not giving a shit about every single thing. His thoughts were fully unfiltered and he spoke his mind way more than usual.

This was the most you've ever seen him be himself.

A sudden gust of wind made you shiver. He noticed and put down his cup before moving to sit on your blanket shimmying you to move a little and make some space. He got the blanket he was sitting on and wrapped it around your shoulders while it was still warm.

"Can't have you getting sick again, little Hikari," he rubbed your arms over the blanket to will some warmth into you. The way he said your surname intended to be a nickname, since hikari is Japanese for light and he kept calling you that lately like it had another meaning.

He turned his back to you before placing his head in your lap, getting comfortable. His gray hair fell over your legs like another blanket, a comforting heat radiating off the rest of him. He was like your personal heater.

"Why do you keep calling me that?" you brushed your hands through his hair and he sighed at the comfort.

"Because it's your name."

"I know there's a different reason behind it."

He just smiled. Nothing went past you, even now after you had some drinks. You were totally unaffected while he felt drunk from simply your presence above him waiting for an explanation.

"Because that's what you are to me. A little light in this dark and twisted world of mine."

Your hands stilled as another heartfelt confession hit you. But this one you were not prepared for. And you will probably never be.

"You came in my life when I needed the sun to stop hiding from me. When I needed it to shine the most," he spoke slowly, eyes fixed on the cloudy sky above. There was no sun up there but the lonely moon. "I needed a reason to feel like there's warmth out there. Even for someone like me. I don't know how to explain it but that's what you are to me."

You felt overwhelmed. Like someone pulled the ground from under your feet. He was being honest with you, wearing his heart on his sleeve.

The last time he opened up to you was that night you caught him outside in this very garden, in the same position he was in now, soaked to the bone. You caught him before he could hit the ground and break and for that he was beyond thankful to you.

"Thank you," his eyes shut up to you. "For telling me this."

You would've said more if you didn't feel the waterworks gather in your throat. So you chose to just let the moment be until you had something to say that would match his honesty.

It looked like the liquor almost settled in his system by the pout on his lips. He looked so adorable you couldn't hold back from cupping the side of his face.

Your touch brought him back from whatever reverie he was having, shifting his head to look at you as his hand came to sit on top of yours, closing around it as you just looked at each other in silence.

"I wish we could stay like this forever," he whispered thoughtlessly hoping you wouldn't hear him but you did.

Little do you know that I wish for that too.

"What are you thinking about?" you asked.

"The farmer's wife said there was a meteor shower tonight or something like that. But I can't see anything."

You looked up too being met with a bunch of clouds cuddled up together much like you were sitting with him right now.

"Maybe the sky will clear up soon and we can see them," you sounded optimistic while he looked like he lost all hope.

"What if it doesn't? What if it stays this cloudy forever?"

You giggled at the way he said it with a pout on his face like a little kid upset that he couldn't see a meteor. This was anything but the Enishi you knew.

"You're so cute when you're drunk," you squished his cheeks and he looked at you with wide eyes. "All I wanna do is squish your cheeks like dumpling dough."

"Let gwo," he struggled to say as you bunched his cheeks as close together as you could.

Then you did something that caught both of you off guard - you leaned down and booped your cold nose to his in an eskimo kiss. It lasted only a few seconds but it was enough to send him into overdrive, blushing furiously. He turned his head more into you to hide in your lap and you raked your hand through his hair with a smile at seeing how flustered he got.

You looked up randomly and saw the sky cleared. Shaking him wordlessly you pointed upwards at the starry sky. He followed your finger and sure enough there they were.

Twinkling across the sky were a few shooting stars. The more you looked at them even more appeared, dancing between constellations as you struggled to catch one in full view. Your jaws fell open as you stared at them in awe.

The rest of the world just faded away as you gazed at the night sky together. You leaned forward a little to see his face better, surprised to find his eyes twinkling just like the stars above you.

"Do you know what you're supposed to do when you see a shooting star?" you asked him at which he shook his head.

"Legend has it that if you wish upon a shooting star the wish will come true."

"How do you know it will come true?"

"I guess that's the magic of it. You don't know until it happens."

He debated whether he should believe in it or treat it like any other legend. When he saw you close your eyes and put your hands together he made his mind up on doing it too.

He got up from your lap and got in the same position as you, looking for a star. He caught one just when it flashed on the sky following it all the way to its peak. Closing his eyes before the star could disappear forever from existence, he put his everything into a wish. Something he's been wanting with all his might for a while.

He opened his eyes seeing you stare at him in disbelief that he joined you. He wondered what you wished for that you looked so at peace and proud of.

"What did you wish for?"

"You're not supposed to tell on your wish unless it comes true," you clarified at which he sulked. You wanted to know what he wished for too but for the sake of the magic you let it be.

You drank some more as the night rolled in and you got to see another side of his drunken behaviour. This one sent you howling inside.

Meet extremely touchy Enishi.

He was being way too touchy, like he couldn't get enough of gluing himself to you on the blanket and taking your air away.

Somewhere in the middle of your conversation about the rest of his day, his hand sneaked to your thigh laying flat on your clothed skin. Even with the fabric of your pants in between, you could feel the heat coming off his hand as he drew circles on top of your leg.

The butterflies in your stomach ran even wilder with the way he held your eyes. As if you were a better toxin than the alcohol in his cup.

You tried holding his gaze but it was no use when it was so deeply looking for your soul with intimidation and something else you couldn't put your finger on. Like want.

You took peeks at those dark circles filled with light every once in a while, unable to decide what kind of want it was: the comfort kind or the lust kind. It appeared more like the latter.

Shifting under his gaze told him enough about how it affected you. But he wanted to hear you say exactly how it made you feel so he moved impossibly closer.

"Am I making you nervous, Miyu?" he asked, fingers tracing your hand. They walked up and down your knuckles trailing down to the tip of your fingers.

You sucked in a breath at the contact, eyes moving to his where he caught you and you couldn't escape which was exactly what he wanted. To see whether your eyes spoke of the same emotions his did.

"No," you answered simply trying to evade his prying eye.

"You don't look so sure," his hand tilted your chin up to face him. "You want something but I'm not sure what it is."

Gulping away the hope that your face didn't give away what you felt at the moment, mentally and physically, you blinked rapidly wishing for the torment to stop before you did something you would regret later.

"I wonder what fantasies you're cooking up again in that head of yours."

Beside touchy he starts with the teasing. Noted, for the next time I see him near alcohol I will strangle him.

"I'm so not letting you drink again," you smacked his hand away from your chin, fixing the blanket on your shoulders.

"And why is that?" he tapped his fingers on top of your thigh again.

"Because you're playing with me again and I don't like it."

"That's not what your body is saying, babe," he pointed to your hand, sitting on top of his. You just moved it to search for some extra warmth. It just happened to be his hand that provided it.

"I'm just cold."

"Sure you are."

You groaned getting tired of his pushing.

"Enishi, I love you. But this is next level idiocy from you."

"Wait rewind that. What did you just say?"

"That this is next level idiocy?"

"No. Before that."

"That I-," the rest got caught in your throat as you realised just exactly what you let slip out.

Well shit. That wasn't supposed to happen. At least not in that way.

"Ooooookay! Bed time for you. Come on grandpa," you nudged him to get up.

"I am perfectly awake." Just as the words left his mouth, his head fell on your shoulder sleepily.

You looked at the two men sprawled around you, one in deep sleep and the other in-between.

This was supposed to be me getting shitfaced, not you two.

You scanned the garden grounds to finding no trace of humanity. I thought they said they tightened the security. Not one gang member was around, meaning you had to carry them to their rooms by yourself. Although, they deserved to sleep a night out in the cold for their teasing.

Sucks that I'm not that evil like you.

With a grunt you got up and grabbed a hold of Enishi's arm, wrapping it around your shoulder. It took you three tries to hoist him up standing enough to be able to lean and catch the arm of the other drunkard busy snoring the night away. With both men secured in your frail hold you made way for the warmth inside the walls of the mansion.

Getting three people inside through the one person kitchen door was a challenge. You tried going in sideways, pushing Cho in first. He almost got through when his head fell backwards hitting the door frame.

"Ow, what the fuck," he groaned with his eyes closed. You stopped mid-way in and continued, pulling the other man inside, kicking the door shut with your leg.

Every step had you dragging in deep breaths, back hunched under the weight of the two. They might have looked attractive but the muscles you admired so much were giving you hell at the moment. It took a great deal of strength and mental encouragement to not drop them both in the middle of the hallway and just leave them there each time a mumble or an arm slid off your shoulder, throwing off your whole balance.

"Two of the best sword masters my ass," you spat out, stopping to rest your legs a little.

Enishi's head lifted up to look you straight in the eye like you cut off his balls and he wasn't aware of it. Realising it's just you, he smiled like an idiot and let his head fall back in the crook of your neck.

"Children. Absolute children both of you." You started your descent again as their bodies started growing heavier on you. "Just wait until I get my revenge plan going."

Somehow you managed to make it to Cho's room. You dropped him on the bed just as Enishi slid off your shoulders and sunk down to the floor with a thud, head falling against the edge of the bed.

You moved the blond in bed into a position that looked sleepable and not like he was getting exorcised. Though he coukd use one of those.

Taking off his boots was a mystery to you. The laces were done up so messily and tight that you wondered how his feet haven't exploded. You fiddled with the straps and pulled on his feet trying to loosen them off, cautious of the way his body slipped down the bed with each pull. Finally, you felt the easy slide of the boots before you fell on your butt in the middle of the room with them in your lap. You placed them down at the foot of the bed.

At least I got these bad boys off before his toes blew up. He could thank me later.

Moving his head higher among the pillows, you pulled the duvet on top of him. The bandana holding his hair let loose, blonde locks falling all over his face. You brushed a hand through it, sweeping it away before he could inhale it and choke.

"I wanted to impress you," he mumbled in his sleep.

All he thinks about, even in his sleep, is being the better one. Or at least trying to become the better one for you. He indulged in the alcohol knowing how it impacted him, to get some more liquid courage to tell you how he felt about you. But it got the best of him in the end.

"You did impress me today," you stroked his cheek with care. He deserved a little softness too. "We're gonna have a talk tomorrow to sort some things out, okay? I owe you that much."

His eyes opened drowsy with sleep, looking at you with those caramel eyes of his pouting just like a puppy.

"You promise?"

"I promise. Now get some sleep."

Once you were certain he was asleep you moved to your other friendly giant. Kneeling down to him, you shook his shoulder trying to get him a little awake. He only groaned in response.

"Come on. Let's get you to bed."

You got to his room and helped him to the bed. He kicked his shoes off himself and got in, making himself comfortable while you covered him. Grunts turned into evened breaths telling you he was fast asleep too.

Looking forward to clean up and get into bed, you got up only to get pulled back on top of him, eyes staring at you like you were an intruder. He's been wide awake the whole time, slipping between the real world and the unconscious. You tried moving away but that only made him move you to his lap, steel grip on your waist keeping you in place.

"Enishi, you're drunk."

"So, are you," he hit back, hazy eyes boring into yours. "Did I ever tell you how much I love it when I hear you call my name? When you're mad at me, when I make you laugh, when you need me for something."

Your mouth ran dry at his sudden revelation. Was this the same Enishi you knew? The same cold guy keeping his feelings at arms length? Or was this just the damned liquor talking?

His dark pupils gazed at you with so much affection that it scared you. Like he felt something for you, deep down in that wrecked soul of his. Honesty this raw like he gave you tonight was something you haven't seen before, given the dangerous position you were in.

He seemed to be too drawn to your lips, staring at them just like you stared at his. He had enough and pulled you down to him. Third time had to be the charm. You would finally have your lips on his again. Taste them and drown in them for how long he kept them locked away from you.

"I never wanted anyone in my bed this much," he slurred, lips just a bite away.

Ah, so alcohol makes him needy as well. Too bad you weren't.

"I'm not having drunk sex with you," you sat back up.

He slapped a hand across his face, mumbling more nonsense you couldn't understand.

"I didn't mean it that way. Fuck."

You giggled lightly at his struggle. You would have this version of Enishi all the time if you could.

"I meant, I never wanted someone as much as...," he spoke the last part so small and quiet.

"What?"

"As much as..." he tried again but you still didn't get the last part. His eyes slipped shut and soft snores echoed around the room, to your sheer disappointment.

"Way to confess something to a girl, big guy."

You patted his chest and got off from his lap, draping the covers on him. Leaning down you placed a small kiss on his temple. Checking back to see him sound asleep you smiled and left out the door.

Going back to the garden, you stifled the small flames still pricking from the leftover burning wood. You shook the blankets and folded them before you took them back inside then went about your usual kitchen routine: foiling the leftovers, washing the dishes and putting stuff back to its place.

With everything in order you took to the hallway, steps as slow as a tortoise. Laying down in bed, nuzzling your head in the pillows and feeling the warmth of the covers would be actual heaven right now.

You yawned with a stretch of your arms when you heard extremely loud snoring come from Cho's room. At least someone in this household knows how to make the most of their sleep.

The door to his room was thrown open. You vaguely remembered you closed it when you left. You reached to close it when you noticed a figure that looked awfully like Enishi leaning over Cho's bed.

The fuck is he doing lurking in the dark like that?

You were about to shout after him when he flopped face first on top of Cho, clearly still asleep.

Stepping quietly in their direction you stopped at the end of the bed, hand flying to your mouth to stop the wheezing laugh in your throat.

There, tangled pristinely in the sheets sat the two men occupying your mind and desires. Cho was the big spoon, nose deep into the nape of Enishi's neck, who acted like the smaller spoon. They hugged each other closer sighing in relief at the comfort of holding each other. It was highly likely that they imagined you in their arms judging from the wide smiles on their faces that were usually reserved for you.

You spared one more look to the two before backing out quietly and closing the door shut. Their loud snores echoed in tandem all the way in the hallway.

I can't wait for them to wake up tomorrow, you snickered to yourself walking to your room.

Your hand reached for your door when a shriek stilled you in your tracks. Thinking it was just a product of your slumbered mind you shook it off. When you heard it again. And again.

You followed the sound arriving at the main entrance to the mansion. You couldn't hear it anymore. Your heart started beating faster the longer you sat in front of the door in the pitch black.

Where is everyone? The guards supposed to be guarding the mansion? What if someone was behind the door? The only people able to protect me are currently cuddled like a happily married couple.

You had to open the door and check if there was truly anything on the other side or it was just the alcohol kicking in. Better to be safe than sorry and check rather than sit in bed awake all night, waiting for a sign to go to war with the spirits of the night.

A shaky hand landed on the door knob, door almost rattling under your touch.

Is this how I meet my end? Alone, single, looking like a snack? Is there no end to my suffering?

Closing your eyes in prayer to all existing gods, you twisted the knob and opened the door with a screech. You waited for the claws of a demon to scratch you, a gun to be pointed at you, a sharp sword at your throat. But all you heard was a sweet whimper followed by a meow.

Breaking an eye open you were met with a dark-furred creature, shiny yellow crystals looking up at you with the same fear you felt. A cat.

Your earlier anxiety dissipated into thin air as if it didn't even exist as you crouched down to the feline with a smile on your face.

"Well, hello there little creature of the night," you cooed, holding your palm out to it. "What are you doing out here in the cold?"

The cat sniffed your hand curiously, before nuzzling its head against it allowing you to pet it. You did so for a while before it jumped up in your lap.

"You're a girl, thank god! There is too much testosterone in this house," you laughed, picking up the cat and shutting the door behind you. "Let's get you some food and warmth, shall we?"

The cat just meowed in response, purring in your arms. For some reason, it felt like she belonged here just like you did when you first came here - like she was bound to find her way here.

Making your way back to the kitchen, you fished out some leftovers from what you cooked. You found some roasted turkey just enough to shred into smaller pieces for her. Placing the food on a small plate with a cup of water next to it, you picked her up and put her on the marble top. She spun around on the surface even more curiously. Once she inspected all corners, she turned to the food and dug in hungrily.

Chin propped up on your hands, you watched as she ate.

"I don't know if you have a name, but I want to give you one. What about Kiiro because your eyes are so yellow?"

The cat looked up from her food disapproving of your suggestion. It's way too late in the night to sit and browse for cat names. You tried wracking your head for another one as you got lost in her beautiful black fur. The moonlight shone through the kitchen window making the ends glow a silvery-blue. She reminded you a lot of Enishi, the same stiff attitude to humans radiating off of her even as she ate.

"I'm going to name you Koru," you grinned at the play on words in your head. The cat lifted her head from her food and meowed in approval.

After she was done, you took Koru and the cup of water and headed to your room. You stopped to check on the boys. Turns out they were still cuddled but face to face now, legs intertwined and arms thrown over each other's waist.

"See Koru, this is what I have to deal with on a daily basis. But now you're here so I should have some semblance of peace."

You reached your room and placed her down on the carpet. She padded around on her small paws sniffing each and every part of the room until she clawed at your bedding.

"You wanna sleep with me? You could use a mini bath first."

Finally, you laid down in bed with Koru. She was clean and smelling just like you after a quick bath in the sink since she was so small. You pet her fur down as she nestled into your side, getting comfortable.

She seemed to like you so far. You were glad that you had someone to share your loneliness with other than the idiots in the other room down the hall.

The last 48 hours were a nuisance. Getting teased left and right like you were a prize to be collected at the end of a battle got to you. Angry, bothered, hopeful, overwhelmed. You couldn't name a single emotion you weren't feeling at the moment. They made sure to put everything into the game they were playing. But so were you.

Sleep well tonight boys.

You're not ready for anything that I cooked up for you.

The morning was soon making her presence known, birds singing cheerfully through the dewy trees. Mornings were a lot colder lately, but luckily the mansion kept the heat inside really well, windows fogging up easily from the built-up of condensation. One room in particular experienced a different kind of warmth.

Enishi slowly came to his senses. A wrenching migraine greeted him, reminding him why he wasn't one to indulge in alcohol. A weird but comforting warmth enveloped him, the weight of a hand on his hair smoothing out the discomfort in his head.

He smiled, moving his face closer to what he could only assume was you. His arms tightened around a wide waist pulling it closer to him. Weird, he thought. He definitely remembered all your curves perfectly from all the times his hands held you.

Nose rubbed against another and he breathed in expecting to be met with your scent. Except, he was met with another scent - a strange combination of vanilla and lavender. He got another whiff trying to remember just where he smelled it before because this wasn't your scent.

Opening his eyes, he was horrified at the view in front of his face. He was cuddling the blonde man tight to his chest like it was you. Smelling him like it was you. Brushing his nose in an eskimo kiss thinking it was you.

Before he knew it a high-pitched scream ripped from his throat, so loud it could probably be heard all the way in the center of Shanghai. You heard it and knew exactly who it belonged to as you woke up with a smirk on your face, laughing grimly inside.

Let the torment begin bitches.

Cho woke up with a scream just as loud, not knowing what he was screaming at until he took notice of the extremely manly hands wrapped around him. Enishi pushed him away so hard he fell off the bed with a thud.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING IN MY BED?" yelled Enishi at the blonde who was still on the floor trying to make sense of what was happening.

"THIS IS MY ROOM YOU FUCKING IDIOT!"

Enishi was about to crack him in two like a toothpick before he noticed the blonde was right. The covers on the bed were white, not dark blue like his. The whole room had golden motives, similar to your room, except it was more of a beige combination of colours.

"Oh. I was sure I was in my room or hers?" he groaned trying to remember what got him in this situation but his memories were too hazy and mixed up that he couldn't make anything out of them and the growing headache wasn't helping.

"What do you mean hers?" Cho stood up menacingly, ire coursing through his veins. "YOU WANTED TO SLEEP NEXT TO HER? DRUNK OUT OF YOUR FUCKING MIND?"

"Wait, that's not...," he fumbled around for a reason that could explain all of this but all he could do was smile innocently hoping this wouldn't escalate. Only he forgot he was dealing with the most impulsive person on the planet.

"I'm gonna fucking kill you," gritted Cho before dashing to lay his hands on him.

Enishi jumped on the bed trying to evade his attacks and reason with him.

"Let's calm down and find the cause of this and AH! WHY DID YOU SCRATCH ME YOU ANIMAL."

"Don't tell me you didn't want to take advantage of her!"

"I didn't. I was just looking for her."

"In the dead of night with nothing but pure intentions? Cause that sure wasn't the way you dug your filthy hands into my hips."

"Filthy hands?! And what about you? You're not that gentle with the way you squeezed my butt either!"

"Master Enishi, we heard screaming-" voiced Wu, walking inside only to stop in his tracks. His eyes bolted around the room, from the messy sheets to the two flustered men, widening with each new detail he was taking in. "Oh, my apologies. I didn't mean to interrupt anything."

"NO! WU! THIS IS NOT WHAT YOU THINK!"

There was no use in explaining as the older man just walked away, meeting you in the hallway just outside the door. He was about to greet you before you shushed him with a cheeky smile, sticking yourself to the wall.

"I should've known it was your doing, madame," he whispered, joining you into eaves-dropping.

"I did nothing. They did this all by themselves," you whispered back.

More accusatory shouting resumed in the room.

"Hold on a minute. Don't you think it's strange its this quiet?"

"What do you mean? We've been yelling so much we probably woke the whole country up-," he stopped speaking when it hit him.

"A certain girl interested in dramatic situations has not made her way here yet."

"You think it's her doing?"

"There's no doubt it is."

You looked at Wu guiltily, turning back to silently run to your room in hopes they didn't know you were there. You shut the door and went into the bathroom letting out the burst of laughter you were holding back.

One thing was for sure. Breakfast was going to be interesting.

They were both sat around the marble island in the kitchen. Enishi nursed a cup of tea hoping it could help with the migraine that got worse after the earlier screaming match with the blonde. Cho sat across from him, gobbling down on some leftovers seemingly unaffected by a hangover.

He felt Enishi's intense stare and lifted his own from his food, making eye contact. He smirked at him teasingly.

The candid and intimate touches shared between the two flooded Enishi's already pained mind. He shuddered at the thoughts, burning them mentally hoping he could scatter the ashes somewhere in the depths of hell.

His thoughts flew to you, trying to reboot his memory of the events that occurred last night. He recalled everything up to you taking him to his room and pulling you on top of him, feeling the need to have you close to him in more ways than just one.

This is why he hated getting drunk. He stops thinking rationally, gets really talkative and really needy. A walking disaster.

"I think she caught up to us," groaned Enishi, rubbing at his temples.

"I don't know what happened to her, but that's not the Miyu I know," agreed Cho at which Enishi just laughed. For once, he did agree with blondie.

"I think we both underestimated her."

"A shitload if I may add," you added walking into the kitchen with a proud smile on your face. "But that cuddle, so affectionate and intimate, you did it to yourselves."

Koru joined you, curling around your feet as you worked on a tea for yourself.

"Am I still drunk or is that a cat I'm seeing?" asked Cho, confused at the feline that spawned herself into the kitchen out of thin air.

"If you're drunk then I am too," said Enishi tilting his head at the ball of fur strutting on the tiled floor. "Miyu, where did that come from?"

You turned around seeing them look at the cat inquisitively.

"Oh, right," you picked Koru up in your arms, petting down her fur. "This is Koru. I found her wandering outside last night and brought her inside."

Enishi studied the feline in your arms. By the looks of it, she had taken a bath too and looked way better and put together than the males in front of you. She even had a collar you probably made yourself out of some red material.

Cho moved to pet her and she purred in satisfaction at being welcomed so warmly. Confident that he won't drop her, you handed her to him while you brewed your tea.

Enishi put a hand against his forehead, shutting his eyes to filter the light that felt too bright.

"We're not keeping the cat, Miyu," he said sternly.

"Oh, come on. It's too cold for her to be roaming outside like this. She doesn't require much, just some food and warmth," you spoke trying to convince him.

"I think I've had enough strays roaming inside," he said, although he instantly regretted the way his words came out because he didn't mean it in that way.

"I honestly don't give two shits. She's staying whether you like it or not," you huffed taking the cat out of Cho's arms. "Besides, if you hate strays so much why don't you kick us out?"

"You know that's not what I meant." He tried reasoning with you but there was no going back now.

"I honestly have no fucking idea what you do mean lately."

"Miyu, come on."

"Talk to me after you sort your shit out," you spat out, grabbing your tea and going back to your room with Koru.

"That was rude, man. I thought you knew better," said Cho trying to add more fuel to the fire as if it wasn't raging enough to be seen from fucking space.

"Do you mind shutting your damn mouth for once?"

"Yes. I do mind."

Enishi got up with a grunt and left the table in the opposite direction. The waters were way too shallow to communicate civilly with anyone in this house right now.

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‘The New Girl’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Koko (black reader :)

Warnings; much fluff, Jake always being such a cutie and boss man and Bob loving on his Koko every day more!!

Summary; So far the only aviators, Bob and Hangman, know Koko. But what happens when curious eyes from the dagger squad catch her bold self amongst their used to be ‘shy little Bob’? What will Jake say to defend the rumors?

Loud music blared in the Hard Deck, cheers over winning games and laughter over silly jokes filled around the corners and the ears of happy people. Koko and Bob currently found themselves amongst the noise as they chatted about their last exciting event at the Pride Parade. Koko had remembered how happy her both best men were, sharing something they all had together and the smiles they wore with true happiness.

When Bob was without Koko, he was usually quiet and kept to himself, but when he was with her, he was the loudest and most funny person. His confidence boosted like no other when she was around him. He smiles were all teeth and his laughter almost made him cry, he’d forget about being in a public area and not be shy about placing a sweet kiss on Koko’s cheek or stealing one on her lips. He’d even wrap his arm around her and make her feel seen and loved, as his touch never lingered off of left her. Warmth spread in her chest at how he could really be when he was comfortable, and she was glad to know he trusted her.

They both were there for a little get together with Jake, who was presumingly running late, but little did they know, that he was actually flattering himself as he chatted away to his curious dagger squad about you two lovers.

“Wait a minute? So that cutie over there is Bob’s girlfriend?”

Jake held a finger up at Coyote as he shook his head and tried to be all tough for Koko,

“Hey hey hey, only I get to call her ‘cutie’! She’s Koko to you unless she says different. But yes, that CUTIE over there is my- his girlfriend.”

Phoenix scrunched her eyebrows and scoffed,

“Did you almost say ‘my girlfriend’?”

Jake’s widened in embarrassment at his little words as he tried to play it off,

“Well yeah- but that’s because she is kinda like my girlfriend. She’s a girl and she’s my friend- equaling- girlfriend. Right?”

Fanboy let out a laugh and tried to give Jake the benefit of the doubt,

“Alright cowboy, whatever you say.”

Jake shook his head and took a sip of a beer he had,

“I’m saying the truth- I mean, why would I want to take Bob’s precious girl? She’s perfect for him- I mean look at how happy he is with her!?”

Phoenix, Payback, and Fanboy all looked at the two happy love birds at the bar, and they could truly see it, how in love the two were. They couldn’t stop giggling and chatting, touching one another somehow or stealing a kiss. Phoenix couldn’t help but smile and admire,

“She must be really special to Bob... I’ve never seen him so open like that.”

Fanboy nodded with agreement,

“You can say that again... I’m jealous.”

Payback mocked the two and promised,

“I’m sure you two will be a ‘Koko and Bob’ one day... along with a Jake too-“

Jake smacked his arm,

“HEY! That’s not funny Payback... but I’ll take it. Proudly.”

Jake smiled to himself knowing how proud he really was to be really close to them, having experienced good times and some things. More than anything he was happy and proud to be the one to share who Koko and Bob were. He then remembered that this is the exact place where it all started, he wrapped his arms around Fanboy and Phoenix as he added,

“I met her first.. here actually. Then I introduced Bob to her, and they fell in love immediately.”

Phoenix awed as she said,

“Ohhh that must be a bummer that she fell for him having met you first?”

Jake smiled and shook his head,

“Actually no, I know I have a very special place in her heart, I’m her best friend, and I’m happy for Bob too, he’s a great guy over all.”

While the dagger squad chatted, Koko had turned her head towards the door telling Bob,

“I wonder why Jake is so late, he’s usually here on time.”

Bob held Koko’s hand as he promised,

“He’ll be here soon, he never forgets the little dates he plans with us- oh.. there he is. He’s actually smiling at you.”

Koko then whipped her head towards where Bob pointed, and there Jake stood in all his glory and Texas charm. Koko waves at him as she told Bob,

“I wonder what he was doing over there?”

Bob knew exactly what that proud smile meant on Jake’s face, so he confidently told Koko,

“He was probably complimenting us as he usually does... or more than anything admiring you beautiful-“

“Aww Bobby.. you think so?”

With a sweet kiss to your cheek Bob replied,

“Of course.. I know so.”

For my sweet dearest : @entertainmentgal8

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