#mimi di n

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue July 1966

Barbara Bach in the dress that makes its own glorious fireworks display - all over pink, blue and green sequins, with a high turtleneck and cutout armholes at the shoulders. Worn with chunky glitter globes in the ears…and a new shimmer on the lips: Luvender pale pearl slicked over Violet Vamp. The two lipsticks, Cremesticks by Coty. Dress by Eloise Curtis for David Styne. Earrings by Mimi di N. Hairstyle by Ara Gallant.

Barbara Bach dans la robe qui fait ses propres feux d'artifice glorieux - partout sur des paillettes roses, bleues et vertes, avec un col roulé haut et des emmanchures découpées sur les épaules. Porté avec de gros globes pailletés aux oreilles… et un nouveau scintillement sur les lèvres : Luvender nacré pâle lissé sur Violet Vamp. Les deux rouges à lèvres, Cremesticks de Coty. Robe par Eloise Curtis pour David Styne. Boucles d'oreilles par Mimi di N. Coiffure par Ara Gallant.

Photo Richard Avedon vogue archive

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[generalsmemories]

How do I tell my husband he got scammed into buying a lion?

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ summary: during one autumn afternoon you're suddenly faced with another one of your husband's impulsive purchases. only that this time it's a living being.

✧ content: established relationship, fluff, humor, might be a bit ooc

✧ a/n: hello there hsr fandom! i have unfortunately lost the battle against myself on making another sideblog for jing yuan, the man who has singlehandedly occupied my mind since his first appearance in the beta. i do hope that this will actually appear in the tags, but every infomation you would need if you want to request something is all up on the blog if you so wish! i hope we can have a pleasant time together !!

also this is not beta-read, we die like how fast my resolve to not create a jing yuan blog died.

Being the spouse of the Arbiter-General of the Xianzhou Luofu comes with it's share of benefits and disadvantages. For one you're regarded at a higher position than most of it's citizens, often being stopped on the side of the road when taking a walk to exchange numerous pleasantries with merchants from outside of Xianzhou, various store owners or cloud knights on duty.

Another factor is shouldering the burden your husband has on his shoulder, an oath you had taken yourself the day you accepted Jing Yuan's nth proposal. You considered that a fair trade with his vast knowledge and insight into a possible future and doing everything behind the scene to avoid colliding headfirst into said problem. A feat that attracted you towards the general in the first place, minus his dashing looks of course.

The biggest disadvantage of publicly announcing that you were indeed the Arbiter-General's significant other was doing everything within your power to not throw your husband's famous title away for a newer, more terrible one. (more utc!)

Because as you see him walking up the steps of the Seat of Divine Foresight, your gaze is not locked with your husband's smiling face, rather it's fixated on the small being he has cradled in his arms. The soft smile you had quickly spreading into a more nervous and confused smile as you glance over at Qingzu, the counselor looking at you with just as much confusion.

How in the world did you manage to leave him alone out in the market area for an hour and he comes back with a lion cub?

"[Name], darling! Look at this grimalkin that a merchant had!"

A what now?

"... A grimalkin, you say?" Every book that has recorded history had specified that the grimalkin species had gone extinct, and you were well aware that your husband knew this fact. And yet here you were, faced with his smile directed down towards what you can clearly tell is a lion cub, his thumb pressing down at its paws affectionately.

You're starting to think that Yanqing's impulsive purchases with his sword collection aligns with your own husband's impulsiveness.

Coughing loudly into your hand, you take a deep breath before descending down the stairs to be on the same level as Jing Yuan, peering down onto the cub's face. It was indeed cute, and judging by how enamored Jing Yuan is, you can clearly tell that it's small stature is what attracted him to it in the first place.

Oh he's going to be crushed when it grows up, "It's adorable, Jing Yuan," you settle on saying, waving a finger over the lion's grimalkin face, the animal lifting its paws to try to grab it. You shoot a look towards Qingzu, a silent command for her to look into which outer merchant was now scamming people into buying literal lions. The counselor quickly excusing herself to look into the matter immediately, Jing Yuan only giving her a smile and a wave of his hand as she scurries down the stairs.

"Right? I decided to name it Mimi," he muses, and your heart breaks a tiny bit for him, but there are more pressing matters at hand than the fact that your husband once again got scammed because he was most likely bored out of his mind.

You would rather that the Xianzhou citizens know him as "The Dozing General" instead of the general that gets scammed a few times too many. How does one even go on about trying to tell their husband that the grimalkin in his arms is actually a lion?

"A fitting name indeed," you mutter, raising a hand to caress Jing Yuan's cheek, a simple gesture to make the general direct his attention to you. However, you could still see that his guard was slightly up with you. You only chuckle at that, leaning in to slide your lips over his own, Jing Yuan wasting no time to press back.

Another well hidden secret reserved for the walls of the Divine Foresight is the fact your husband is incredibly weak for his own spouse.

"... Want to tell me how much you paid for Mimi, dear?" you ask in a whisper when your lips part, thumb caressing over the mole under his eye.

Jing Yuan merely smiles, twisting his head to press his lips against your hand instead, "It was from my personal wallet, dear. Please don't fret over the small details."

"Darling, I hope you're aware that the small details would be the necessary funding for accomodation, toys and food, right?" you say with a chuckle, your husband freezing with his ministrations upon remembering that fact.

Oh well, you want to see how long it takes before your husband comes to realization that it's a lion. You just have to be extra vigilant towards the numerous fundings in the meantime.

While scrolling through your schedule for the next morning, your phone dings with a message from Qingzu. You quickly look down at Mimi whose resting on your belly and then at Jing Yuan whose sleeping self is still snoring away by your shoulder before letting out a small sigh in relief that the loud noise didn't awake any of them.

Qingzu:

Do I even have a say in this?

Was the message sent by Qingzu, attatched to it is a picture taken of what you can only presume is one of Jing Yuan's "diaries". The contents of it making you let out a low laugh, the shaking making said man beside you grumble before pressing his face into your neck.

Attatched image:

"Eventually, I paid hefty sum for the grimalkin, named it "Mimi", and took it home. Only that I'm too busy with official business and have little time to take care of Mimi. After thinking it over, chores like feeding it and changing its water should also be entrusted to Qingzu. I do wonder why [Name] looked so distraught when they first saw Mimi though. Maybe they didn't think I would favor the petite and small animals instead of the usual large and strong ones?"

[Name]:

So Qingzu, do you have an idea what the easiest way to tell someone they got scammed is?

Qingzu:

That is the role of the spouse, not the counselor.

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[ham1lton]

superstar.

pairings: oscar piastri x uni student!reader.

faceclaim: _jannah on ig!

summary: lando knows oscar is hiding something from him. he attempts to go on the hunt but unbeknownst to him, the truth is an open secret. he’s dating you, the incredibly smart, talented child prodigy.

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-> user7: being pretty, smart and athletic? that could have been me if bed rotting wasn’t so addictive.

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-> user5: she has good study tips! maybe he’s into that content?

-> user2: girl i think he wanna do a different kind of studying w/ her if u get my drift…..

-> user5: ?? virtual or in person i’m confused…

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[personasintro]

hi mimi, how are you doing? i hope you’re not still sick.

now to the mean people…..what the fuck do y’all get from coming to mimi’s blog and being an asshole about her story? no the problem is not you guys asking when to expect a new chapter because you’re genuinely interested in the story but it’s about HOW you go about doing it. a lot of you have been so mean and complete bullies for absolutely no fucking reason. no, some of us are fake concerned because we actually do care whether mimi is okay and we have no problem calling out the people who are being dicks to her. if she’s sick/injured or she feels discouraged because of the barrage of hate and negativity in her inbox, how the fuck do y’all expect a new chapter to come quickly? we’re no longer in quarantine, people have gone back to their everyday lives and don’t just have endless free time anymore…..well can’t say the same for you because clearly you have no life. i’m someone who genuinely likes to come her and read through this blog but the negativity is just fucking annoying like come on!

there are other authors that i’ve seen take a longer to update than mimi does, i had one book that took over a year to update but i still didn’t hound the author because i know they have lives outside of this. for a lot of them this is their hobby not their job. why not take the time to find other stuff to read or get hobby?

some of you are a little too invested in the story, like y’all know that you’re not actually y/n right? mh jk is not actually fucking you….

sorry mimi i had to rant for a bit. love you💜

#ask: anon

[heavenlyakin]

Illicit Affairs

Vampire!Atsumu Miya x Fem!Reader - MINORS DNI

cw: 18+, minors DNI, reader is a british socialite, monster-fucking, religious imagery and language (reader isn’t necessarily religious but mentions god and the devil in the Christian sense), vore (bloodsucking), atsumu picks reader up, she falls a lot so if that annoys you don’t read this, “whore” is used in a derogatory way, Atsumu has electricity bc obvs (vampire science is better), violence (beheading on page and murder mention), age gap (like obvs he’s a vampire), virginity loss, oral (f. and m. receiving), unprotected vaginal sex, general smut, and violence on page. 

wc: ~15k 

a/n: This is long. I’m sorry. However, I had the best time writing it, so maybe I’m not sorry. I would like to thank Kashi, Mimi, and Rue for all your time listening to me rant about this fic, reading it, giving me suggestions, and just being great friends to me. I hope you enjoy this short story! Happy Halloween! 

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Outside London, October 1845. 

Right foot first. 

As the music blasts through the chapel from the band to your right, you realize you can’t breathe. You try to inhale, but it does nothing. Seeing Graham standing at the end of the aisle makes you wish you’d skipped tea. 

Left foot. 

Your eyes scan the room, looking for the blonde head of hair of the woman your future husband has been fucking on the side. She’s from a London brothel, but Graham has given her an apartment outside of town and an allowance to live on. 

Right foot. 

Graham smiles at you. 

Left foot. 

All the smiling faces make you want to scream. Your father's hold on your arm, the bouquet, and the dress all feel suffocating—the dress’s pretty sleeves lined with baby blue lace and thread might as well be handcuffs. 

Right foot. 

He’s only a few steps away now. You spot the blonde face you don’t immediately recognize, two rows from the front. He would allow her to sit that close? It’s embarrassing enough to have the bridesmaids gossiping about it while you were dressing, but to sit her so close… it hurts. 

Left foot. 

The music comes to its crescendo. You have to get out of here. 

Right foot. 

You have to get out of here. 

One last step. 

Graham smiles at you again, his teeth pearly white and perfect. His green eyes sparkle. His brown hair combed back with product making him look older. As the music dies down, your father whispers something to you, but you can’t hear it. 

The Priest steps forward, his lips moving, the cross dangling from the long chain on your neck swings from left to right. It gets hushed, everyone on the altar looking at you and your father too. 

Did they say something to you? 

“Apologies, can you repeat that?” You smile the best you can, and the Priest smiles back. 

“We just need you to step forward,” the Priest answers and you realize your father agreed to give you away to Graham. 

Your father had released his arm from yours, and you realize nothing is holding onto you anymore. You look to your father, his sweet supportive smile greeting you. Turning back to face Graham, you try to take a step forward, up onto the altar but your legs shake. 

You can’t do this. 

“I’m so sorry,” you whisper, dropping the beautiful bouquet to the ground. 

Turning, you feel your father's fingers on your dress sleeve, but you don’t give him time to grip on. You’re darting back down the aisle and out of the chapel. Your feet move faster than your mind, only able to think one thing. 

Please don’t fall or break a heel. Please don’t fall or break a heel. 

The chapel is on the outskirts of town, and running north of it takes you into the woods. You trip as you begin to climb the hill, your shoes catching on roots and debris. You push yourself off the ground, seeing your dress's hem is already caked in mud. Shaking your head, you ignore it and take off as fast as you can. The incline stops soon, and you’re fighting through the underbrush. 

The sun is setting, lighting everything in an orange glow as the fog begins to set in the forest. You’re still running, well, running would be a stretch. Your breathing is heavy and your lungs burn with each inhale. How long has it been since you took off from the chapel? The wedding began at 6, and with the sun setting you believe it’s nearing 7. 

How much distance can you put between you and them in an hour? 

You turn, looking back, and see only trees and brush. Even when you try to focus your eyes, you can’t see the lights from town. You must be at least a few miles into the forest now. You take off again, more at a speed walk than a run. Your legs are sore and your heels feel blistered in the heels you chose for this day. 

As you climb up another hill, you wonder what the fuck you’re doing. You could be off to your honeymoon now, two months traveling Europe and visiting castles and ruins. It would be warm in your rooms and only partly miserable, having to listen to Graham and suffering the consummation of the marriage. Not that you worried he’d be bad, but that you wouldn’t live up to what he's used to with that mistress of his. 

Graham isn’t friendly to be around alone, either. The few times you were left unsupervised he reminded you of the position you were in. Your mother ran off years ago, apparently with a sailor; ruining your family’s reputation, despite the wealth your father holds. Marrying him would restore your name, and he’d be the one to inherit your fortune since you are the only child of your father. 

He insulted you, a few times, but then smiled like he was saying something friendly. His kisses on your hand always lingered too long for your comfort. Something about him just made your skin crawl, honestly. The idea of spending the rest of your life with that man led you here to the woods. 

As you reach the top of the hill, it plateaus and the trees become more sparse, well if you can call it sparse. Looking around, the fog has entirely settled at the base of the trees and brush, making it hard to see. You slow down to a walk, letting yourself catch your breath as you go. You stumble on your dress and the fallen branches, making you fall on your face. Luckily, you caught yourself before your face took the brunt of it, but your right cheek does hit the ground. 

When you push yourself back up, you see a faint yellow glow across the way, through a few trees and bushes. You gather the skirts of your dress in your hands and make your way towards it, the chill in your body desperate for the hope of a fire. As you get close, you see the shadowy figure of a body, large and brooding. 

The light seems to be coming from a lantern, so you give up hope of getting warm anytime soon. You take a few more steps until you see what’s happening. The figure is digging a hole in the ground, a body lying beside the mound of dirt. As you step back, a twig snaps, and the figure turns towards you. 

You run again, getting a few feet away before you fall, your body hitting the ground with a thud. Unlike last time, you didn’t catch yourself. Your right ankle throbs and you worry you’ve broken it. As you turn to face away from the ground, the figure that was once yards away is now hovering over you. How did they get here so fast? It’s only been a few seconds. 

It’s a man, an extremely handsome man. His eyes glow gold, and it confuses you but something about it calms your nerves, even though you know you should be running. Yet, you’re frozen in place. 

He extends out his hand, and you see his nails are long, and sharpened to a point on the tips. “Are you in need of assistance, miss?” 

You nod your head, unable to make a sound. However, you still can’t move. Even if you took his hand, with your ankle throbbing the way it is, you’re certain you can’t walk. 

“Here, let me help you,” He leans down, and you notice something on his face. Is that blood or mud? In the light, you can’t tell. 

He picks you up, holding you bridal-style against his chest. His scent enthralls you, rose with a hint of mahogany. You inhale, the scent putting you at ease and your eyes flutter shut for a moment. 

This…, you think, this is what you’re supposed to feel on your wedding day. 

You shake the thought from your mind, opening your eyes and observing the man carrying you. His blonde hair falls over his forehead, his skin creamy smooth and almost glowing in the faint moonlight. 

“Who are you?” You find your voice. 

“Atsumu,” he answers. “Atsumu Miya.” 

You nod, looking forward and letting him carry you through the woods. You’re still well aware of the throbbing in your right ankle. “Where are you taking me?” 

“I live close by. You can rest there and clean up.” He says, still not looking at you. 

His eyes are focused on the forest ahead of him, and you wonder what close by means to him. It could be an hour if he considers that close. The sun has set now, and the only glow is from his eyes and the moon. He left the lantern back with the body… 

The body! He was burring a body! 

“Let me go!” You thrash against him and he holds you tighter, looking down at you with his eyebrows furrowed. “I said, let me go!” You yell this time. 

When your eyes meet his, something washes over you again and you begin to relax, no longer feeling the urge to fight. But… but… he was burying someone. A body! What was he doing back there? Why are you not fighting anymore? 

“Who was that back there? The body!” Even if you feel relaxed, you can still question him. 

Atsumu looks down at you, his face unreadable but his eyes giving that same intense look that he’s had on his face the whole time. 

“Nothing you should be concerned with.” He looks back ahead of you as he walks. 

The forest begins to open up, a clearing forming ahead. As you get closer, the frame of a large house… well, if you can call it a house. It looks more like a castle. The gates around the home open as Atsumu approaches, creaking as they go. The fog seems to have vanished, hiding out at the edge of the forest. 

Warm lights glow from inside the castle, and you wonder if running water is inside. In the last five years, running water has even been installed in the lower class homes, and with the amount of wealth, this castle shows… it must. A warm bath sounds so delightful now, you could almost beg for one. 

As if he’s read your mind he speaks, “I’ll have a bath drawn for you once we're inside.” 

You nod, looking up at him. He continues to look forward, but you see a vein bulging from his neck. Like something in him is straining. He seems to carry you just fine, so it can’t be you causing the strain. 

As the castle doors open, your eyes dart around to look everywhere. The entrance is grand, decorated in the latest fashion with dark wood, red rugs, and warm light glowing from every corner of the room. The staircase has a gothic feel, leading forward and then splitting to go left and right to the opposite wings of the castle. 

He carries you up the stairs that lead to the right wing of the castle, taking you down a long hall that curves as you go. A set of double doors open, as if he willed them to, and he sets you down on a forest green sofa. Your body relaxes into it, the soft cushions welcoming your sore bones. 

Atsumu brings the room to life with light, the chandelier lighting overhead. You admire the crystal work before looking around the bedroom. It’s larger than your father’s master bedroom in your estate back home. You watch as Atsumu sheds his cloak, lying it across a chaise near the four-poster bed. 

“Your bath should be ready, do you need assistance?” He asks, walking towards you and you shake your head. 

“I believe I can take it from here. Thank you,” you dismiss him. 

He doesn’t leave. He puts his hands behind him, stepping aside, so you can go through to what you assume is the bathing room. You stand, putting your weight on your left foot so you can try and make it to the bath. As you step on your right, you cry out in pain. You begin to fall, but strong arms catch you. 

“Stop being difficult, just let me assist you.” He growls, clearly frustrated with you now. 

He hooks his arms behind your body and lifts you again, taking you to the bathing room. There’s steam coming from the bathtub and your body aches for it. He sets you on a chair, his fingers moving to undo the buttons of your dress. You’re embarrassed, face heating more and more as his fingers lower on your back, exposing the corset beneath the bodice of the dress. 

“If you just get the corset undone, I think I can take it from here,” your voice feels small and weak. 

“I can help you to the tub,” he insists and you don’t feel like fighting. 

After the day you’ve had, there isn’t much fight left in you. 

You work on untangling the veil and pins from your hair as Atsumu unlaces the corset. His cold fingers brush your skin, and you begin to worry he’s freezing as well. Maybe you should let him bathe first… it is his home after all. 

“You should bathe and warm up first,” you turn your head over your shoulder, catching a glimpse of him as he pulls the last bit of the corset sting out. Your hands go up to catch the dress so you’re not exposed to him. 

“Don’t be foolish,” he shakes his head. “I’m fine.” 

“If you insist,” you give in, the warmth of the water sounding too good to fight him on. “Will you turn away?” 

He turns away, not looking as you slip out of the wedding dress, shoes, and undergarments. You’re able to wobble to the tub, holding onto its side as you step in and settle down into the hot water. The sigh you let out is necessary, and you sink into the water to your collarbones. 

“I think I can handle bathing myself for now,” you tell him and he nods. 

You watch as he leaves, taking in his looming figure. Letting yourself sink under the water, covering your entire body in warmth, you take in today's events. The town must be gossiping about how you’re just like your mother. Running off and ruining your reputation even further. 

Your father, your poor father. He must be a wreck missing you. Will he send people to search for you? 

The part of the woods you ran into is rarely foraged or hunted. The more you think about it, the more you begin to remember the old fairytales your friends would tell you about this forest. Stories of missing children, vampires, werewolves, and even fairies floating around the woods. Maybe you’ve stumbled into one of those legends that the town’s kids will tell others. The runaway bride and the handsome spooky suitor. 

You come up for air, laughing as you think about it all. 

“Oh dear,” you sigh to yourself, and then you feel the presence of someone else in the room. You sit up, pulling your knees to your chest, too fast. Your ankle shoots like pins and needles, making you cry out. 

Atsumu is kneeling by the tub instantly, and you try to conserve some modesty as he examines you in the tub. Your hands cover your cleavage, hoping your knees suffice for the remainder of your breasts, even with your ankle threatening to give out. 

“What is it? Is it your ankle?” He asks, eyes soft and focused on your face. 

You nod. “I think it’s broken.” You tell him, letting yourself stretch it out as you cover your breast with your hand. 

“May I?” He asks, his hand gesturing to your ankle. 

You nod. 

“Let’s see,” he dips his hand into the water, and you lay back, making it easier for him to lift your leg out of the water. 

His hands are cold on your skin, and you wonder how he deals with being this cool all the time. He feels around your ankle, and you notice it's slightly swollen. Your heels look torn up from the heels you wore, and you notice some of the water dripping from your heel is red. 

“Please be gentle,” you squeak, worried you’ll pester him. 

“I assure you,” he tells you smiling at you before his fingers begin to lightly feel out around your ankle. “I believe it’s just a sprain. No signs of a break.” He sets your foot gently back down into the tub. “Just some rest, ice, and a wrap will take care of it. I’ll see to your care while you’re here.” 

“What makes you think I’m staying here?” You shoot back, suddenly irritated. 

His eyes lock on yours, and that strange calmness settles over you again. Finally, you realize what that look in his eye is, it’s a hunger you’ve never seen. His whole body is tense, really, and you swear he swallows every time his eyes go to your throat. You swallow now, keeping your eyes on him and sitting back up in the tub, struggling to keep yourself covered. 

“C-can I have some of that soap?” You ask, looking at the rack behind him, loaded with different soaps and salts. “And a washrag?” 

He nods, turning his torso to grab a bar of lavender-colored soap and a rag from the shelf behind him. You realize as he holds it out, you have to uncover your breasts. Your heart pounds against your chest, your cheeks heat up, and your breath quickens. Some part of you wants him to look, wondering what he will say or do; but the years of your Governess teaching you that your body is only for your husband. 

But what does that matter now? You ran away from your fiance. You can’t go back nor do you want to. You move your hands from your breasts, taking the soap and rag from him, lathering it after dipping it in the water. 

“You have some cuts on your face, probably from the briars in the forest.” He says, not looking below your collarbone. “Would you allow me to treat them?” 

You nod and scrub the mud from your ankles and the dirt on your hands. Once you get to your heels, you realize the blisters have busted and could easily become infected. 

“You might need to treat my heels when you treat my ankle,” you say sheepishly. 

“Anything you need,” he tells you, gathering supplies at the medicine cabinet across the bathroom. 

You’re able to scrub yourself clean, even reaching out of the tub to grab a bottle of shampoo to scrub through your hair. You’re embarrassed by the amount of leaves you found. By the time Atsumu has returned to your side, you feel refreshed. 

“This may sting,” he tells you, before taking the white cloth and patting it gently to your forehead. 

He’s right it does sting. There must be half a dozen cuts on your face, you realize as he continues to clean the wounds. You didn’t notice it as you were running but with all the falling you did, it shouldn’t come as a surprise. 

“So, will you tell me what you were running from?” He asks finally, a few moments after cleaning the cut. He drops the cloth into the small bowl where he had the cleaning solution and puts it on the shelf behind him. 

He rests his elbows on the edge of the tub, cupping his face in his hands. When you look at him you can’t help but think how pretty he looks like this. 

“It’s a long story,” you say, sounding exasperated. 

“Trust me, I have all the time in the world.” He laughs like it’s an inside joke with himself. 

“I want to dry off before I give you the gossip of my tragic life.” You laugh, smiling at him. “Can I have a robe?” 

“Of course,” he leaves the bathroom, coming back with a red robe, holding it out for you. 

You stand, holding your weight on your left side and trying to balance and step out of the tub. As you step out, your foot catches on the tub and you begin to fall. Atsumu catches you, your wet naked body pressed against his. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, looking up at him through your lashes. It’'s embarrassing how many times you’ve fallen today, let alone the times he’s had to catch you. 

He swallows slowly, and you watch as his features change, his eyes darkening and jaw tensing. His arms tighten around you, pressing your breasts against him tighter. His face moves towards you, and your eyes go wide. 

His lips taste like iron but with a hint of sweetness. Your eyes flutter shut, and your lips move against his. You’ve never kissed anyone before, and now you see what all the girls giggle about behind their fans. His tongue swipes against your bottom lip and you part yours, letting him in. His fingertips dig into your skin. You grip his shoulders, steadying yourself on him. You break away first, gasping for air, unable to sustain yourself just on him. 

His eyes look even darker than before. He looks at you with that same hunger as earlier, and you feel something stir inside you that you’ve never felt before. What is this feeling? It’s like hunger but stronger and in your chest. Your heart is pounding so fast you worry it may explode. 

Is this desire? 

Atsumu clears his throat, “Let’s get those feet of yours treated.” He lifts you once more, carrying your wet body to the bedroom and laying you gently on the bed. “Stay here.” 

Like you’re equipped to run away from him after all this… 

He disappears down the hall for a few minutes, so you take your time examining the room around you. You had time before, but your mind was so foggy you wondered if there was anything you missed. Looking around, you see there are no mirrors in this room. That’s odd. 

“I found some bandages. They should help keep infection away,” Atsumu tells you as he walks into the bedroom. “Also, the cleansing solution will help. I’ll clean and change your wounds daily until they’re healed.” 

He sits on the bottom of the bed, taking your legs in his lap. 

“It may help if you lay on your stomach.” He smiles, looking at you. “Do you mind?”

“Not at all,” you roll around, laying on your stomach and propping yourself up with your elbows. 

You try to look over your shoulder, but the angle Atsumu sits at while cleaning and bandaging your heels and wrapping your right ankle so it doesn’t strain anymore. Once he’s done, you sit up, dangling your feet off the bed. 

“Can I get that robe now?” You ask, a laugh passing your lips. 

“Oh,” Atsumu blushes, and you smile. “Let me get that,” he goes to the bathroom, likely where he dropped it on the floor before catching you. “However, if I give you this robe…” he dangles it in front of you, just out of reach, “you have to tell me what happened to you.” 

You nod and he hands you the robe. You manage to stand just fine, slipping it on and tying it around you. With the wrap on your ankle, you find the throbbing has stopped and it’s fine to put some weight on it. Sitting back down, you let out a sigh. 

“So, I was supposed to get married today.” You tell him and he laughs. “What’s so funny?” 

“I find you in a wedding dress, clearly distraught, and that’s not obvious?” He sits down on the bed with you, crossing his legs and resting his arms on them. His hands fold into each other and his focus seems entirely on you. 

“Well,” you laugh, “you’re right.” Then, you get into the nitty-gritty. 

The engagement and how it came about due to your family reputation. Then the ex whore who sat front row at your wedding. Then the decision to run because of Graham and his terrible personality. All of it comes flooding out, and you don’t know when but at one point you start crying. 

“And my poor father,” you sob, “he must be so confused and worried and cross with me.” 

Atsumu flexes his hand like he wants to reach out to you, but something makes him stop. You look down at your own hands, in your lap, nails biting into the skin. Sometime during the retelling of your miserable day and engagement, you began squeezing them into fists. 

“I’m sure he would understand if you told him all this,” Atsumu says, his voice soft. “I can arrange for someone to take you back in the morning if you’re worried about him.” 

That’s the last thing you want. 

“Or not, it’s up to you.” He relents, probably reading the look on your face. “You can stay with me as long as you want.” He laughs, gesturing with his hand around the room. “I clearly have more than enough room.” 

“I don’t know how to thank you, truly.” You wrap your arms around your body, a chill running through you. “I’m in your debt.” 

Atsumu leans forward, and you wonder if he’s going to kiss you again. “You don’t have to thank me,” he touches your face softly, his skin still cold against yours. 

You yawn and realize you need to rest, seriously rest… perhaps for a week. “Where am I sleeping tonight?” 

His hand drops from your face and you swear you see a flash of disappointment on his face. “I have a room down the hall for you. I started a fire in there when you were bathing, so it should be warm by now.” 

“Th-” 

“You don’t need to thank me.” He interrupts, standing and holding his arm out for you to take. “Let's see if you can handle walking that far.��� 

You hook your arm with his, knowing you’ll need him to support your right side. He walks slowly, staying at your pace as you limp down the hall to the room he points out. It’s only a few yards away from his bedroom. The fire is roaring in the fireplace, illuminating and warming the room. He helps you onto the four-poster bed, covering you in the thick blankets. 

“If you need anything, just call for me. I’ll leave the door open so I can hear you.” Atsumu smiles, his face warm and full of something you’re unsure of. 

Quite frankly, you’re unsure of a lot today. 

You thank him several more times, and he accepts them all with grace. He leaves the room after some time and you’re left staring up at the ceiling, wondering what tomorrow will bring. After the chaos of today, you’re sure it can’t be any worse. 

–

You awake and it’s not quite dawn out. Your ankle no longer feels like it’s throbbing, so you swing your legs off the bed and stand, unbalanced at first but after a few steps you’re fine to walk on your own. You grab a chamberstick and light it with the matches you find in a drawer near the fireplace. 

The hallway is dark, as you expected, but not too chilly. You walk down the long hallway until you come to the top of the stairs where Atsumu carried you in. You go past them to the other wing of the castle, which is much darker. No rooms have any glow coming from them and you wonder why. At the end of the hall, two grand doors are open and a faint fire is illuminating it. 

You hold out your candle, lighting the entrance, and realize it’s a library. Fumbling around you find the switch to turn on the lights, illuminating the room. The walls are lined with hundreds, no… thousands of books. The western part of the room goes back deeper than you could have imagined, with lines and lines of shelves holding books of all shapes and colors. 

The room is daunting, to say the least. 

There are several tables spread out, mostly clean with a book or two, but a desk catches your eye. Against the far wall in front of a row of windows, a long mahogany desk sits with stacks of books and several opened and tabbed in multiple places from what you can see. You approach the desk, interested to find out what Atsumu has deemed so interesting himself. 

The largest book is about 800 pages thick you’d guess, if not longer. It looks old, the ends of the pages frayed and yellowing. Looking at its contents you see there’s a language you can’t quite read, old English or German you presume by the looks of it. After carefully marking the page with a blank sheet of paper, you flip to another bookmark. 

This page is in English, listing names and dates of birth and death. You scan the names, none you recognize of course. The name Lestar is similar to your mother’s family name, Lesair.  However, something is strange about the dates… they’re too far apart. Many of them say they’re well into their third century of life before they die, some more than that. This can’t be right. Is this a fictional novel with a family tree given for context? 

You turn the page, showing a family tree with portraits of each of the names. They’re all eerily beautiful, the men and women. This family was surely blessed. The family tree continues into the next few pages until it abruptly stops in the late 1790s. A small asterisk with a note reading: 

Lost to history is the remainder of the bloodline that carried the sun's blessing. 

What could that mean? 

You shake your head, too tired to try and play games with a book. You flip back to the page it was left open on, placing the blank sheet of paper back in its stack. Turning your attention to the book to its right you see it has a family name on its spine, the same family name as the characters in the book you were flipping through. 

Opening the page, it looks to be biographies of each character. What dedication must an author have to write that out for each character in their stories? It’s something you can’t imagine plotting out, but you admire it. Placing it back down, you look to the left. Another stack of books, the one on top opened to the middle of the book. 

You sit on the chair, take the book, and mark the page with that same blank paper, turning to the first page. 

It is not known when we first awoke, but what is known is that we are not some fairytale come to life. The reign of Vampires ended in the early 1300s, but we still persist and exist in the far corners of the world. Tucked away we may be, the bloodlines of those still around are strong. 

You laugh. Atsumu is into Vampire lore? 

The page continues to give a brief history of vampire beginnings and how their bloodlines decreased as centuries passed. None of this was allowed in your schools or at home with your family. Anything that mentioned the unholy was strictly burned or taken by the church. 

After a few chapters, you place the book back, making a mental note to remember you’re at chapter 4 if you decide to come back to it. After you’re certain you’ve left everything exactly how you found it, you leave the library, turning the lights off as you go. 

The candle lights your way back down the hall and down the steps, following the trail of light to the right wing of the castle once again, this time just on the lower level. You pass what looks to be a kitchen, and then you enter a dark room that gives you chills as you step inside. With no light switch, you struggle down a few stone steps further into what reminds you of a dungeon or jail. 

“Water, please,” a hoarse voice chokes out and you jump back, managing to not scream. 

You shakily turn your candle towards the voice, finding a frail man in a jail cell, his arm reaching out towards you. The scene is horrific. He looks to be your age, but something about him seems older. Perhaps being jailed will do that to a person. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t have water.” You tell him, kneeling down in front of him. 

His jail cell is disgusting; it takes everything in you not to gag as the smell lingers. 

“The key, it’s back on the wall by the door. Please let me out.” 

A chill washes over your body. Suddenly, you remember that Atsumu was burying a body when you ran into him. Now, you're finding he has someone captured in this cell. Who is he and why is he doing these things? 

“Why are you here? Why did Atsumu do this?” You ask, a flood of different emotions racing through you. 

“He’s psychotic,” the man hisses, rage seeping through his tone. “Please, madam, I’m begging you to set me free. Hurry before he finds out you’re here.” 

You stand up, going to search for the key. Maybe this man will help lead you back to town to your father. Then perhaps your father will take you back in and help you fix the life you’ve screwed up. After finding the key, you unlock the jail cell. 

“Can you help me find-” before you finish your sentence, the man has pushed you to the ground. 

The candle you were holding falls to the side, illuminating only his face. His eyes are glowing red and wild. You scream, but the man covers your mouth with his hand. 

“Stupid girl, I’m surprised Atsumu hasn’t already taken a bite out of you.” As he talks you notice his canines are strangely long and pointed. 

Your eyes widen and you realize that this isn’t a normal man. His strength, despite looking frail, is abnormal. His eyes, his teeth, his strength… he can’t be. 

Vampires aren’t real. 

They’re not real. 

They’re not. 

“Get. Off. Her.” The sound of Atsumu’s voice burns your ears. 

The man looks up from you and his eyes narrow as he hisses Atsumu’s name. He jumps off of you and towards the sound of Atsumu’s voice. You scurry to the corner towards the candle, grabbing it and holding it towards the sound of fighting. 

As the light illuminates the two male figures, you see Atsumu snap the man’s neck. The body falls to the ground while the head remains in Atsumu’s hands. He drops the head when he sees you looking at him, horror clear on your face. 

“-----,” your name rings off his lips. 

“No!” You scoot back further into the corner, your back hitting the wall. “Don’t come near me!” 

He doesn’t listen. 

“Please, let me explain.” Atsumu is in front of you, kneeling in front of you and holding his hand out to you. “I’m begging you to hear me out.” 

You don’t feel inclined to grab his hand this time, the feeling of urgency still racing through your body. When Atsumu had scared you, you almost felt compelled to relax and not think about what you’d witnessed. Now, everything feels clear. 

“I want to know what is going on now!” You yell at him and smack his hand away from you. “How did you rip that man's head off? Why did you have him in that jail cell?” 

Atsumu stands, turning away from you and walking a few steps away. “If you come with me, I’ll answer any questions you have.” 

You watch as he goes, stepping over the body by the door and down the hall. After a few shaky breaths, you stand up and walk to the door leading to the hallway. You have to step over the body of the man and around the severed head. When you get in the hallway, you see Atsumu going further down into the foyer of the house. 

Following him, he takes you down the only hall you haven’t explored. The room he walks into appears to be a large kitchen from the hall. You take a few moments to collect your thoughts before walking in. When you enter the room, a wave of warmth hits you from the brick oven on the wall. It seems to have been firing all night. 

“Do you like tea?” He asks and you nod. 

“With honey.” You sit at the counter where a long bench is under the overhang. 

After a few minutes, he sets a white teacup with dark tea steeping in the cup. You let it sit for a few more, Atsumu pacing to your left by shelves full of different herbs and teas from what you can tell.

“Are you going to answer my questions?” You finally ask after taking a sip of your tea. 

“That man you saw me kill, was a despicable being. He’d killed at least a dozen girls in London in ways you could not begin to fathom.” Atsumu turns to you, his eyes dark. “I was planning on letting him starve to death down there and you ruined it.” 

“What was he? His eyes were glowing red and his strength was… inhuman.” You tell him. “His teeth were sharp like a…” you don’t finish the sentence. 

“Say it.”  

“No.” 

“Say it, —--.” 

“A vampire.” 

He nods and your world feels like it’s been turned upside down. 

“It’s okay, you’re safe.” He assures you but you smack his hand away again. 

“Don’t touch me.” You tell him, reeling away from his touch. 

“I’m sorry.” He steps back, his face falling. 

“So those books in your library… they’re not fiction.” He nods. “What are you?” 

“You know.” He says, turning away and looking out the window into the dark sky towards the moon. 

“Fuck,” for the first time in your life, you feel like you’re never going to come back from this. 

Even after running away from your wedding. That could have been solved, fixed even. This? Will Atsumu even allow you to leave now that you know what he is? It’s terrifying to think you grew up not far from this immortal being, lurking in the woods you played in as a child with friends. 

However, when you think about it, no one ever went missing in the village. No one was ever found suspiciously dead. 

“I know what you’re thinking.” He says and you narrow your eyes. 

“Can you read my mind too?” 

“What?” His face contours in confusion. “I can’t read minds and what do you mean by too?” 

You sigh in relief and lean forward, elbows on the counter. “You have some sort of relaxation power, don’t you? It’s the only reason I didn't freak out after I saw you burying that body… I wanted to run away and scream but I felt compelled to trust you and calm down. That’s not natural. I shouldn’t have conveniently forgotten about the body until now either.” 

Atsumu sits across from you, his eyes watching you. Those golden brown eyes are mesmerizing in every way and something about the golden hue is also unnatural. Everything about him is, you suppose. After all, he isn’t a creature of God’s making but perhaps the devil. 

“I do have the power to compel people to my will, that is what you’ve felt.” He admits, his posture stiffening. “I’m sorry for using it on you, but I couldn’t have you running off in that panicked state blabbering about what you saw in the woods. The best case scenario is the town comes looking for me, the worst case is you end up in an asylum. I was burying the body of another vampire who I’d imprisoned for similar crimes to the man who attacked you earlier. I don’t harm humans when I can help it.” 

“When you can help it?” 

“I do have to feed,” he tells you, “but I try not to kill or turn them when I do it.” 

You nod, taking another sip of your tea. “Are you planning on doing that to me?” 

He grins, actually grins, then says, “Only if you want me to.” 

Something in your stomach flutters and you’re scared of this side of yourself. Why do you have the inclination to let him? 

“Something wrong?” He asks, that same grin on his stupid face. “Did that intrigue you?” 

You shake your head no. 

“Liar.” He stands up, taking your empty tea cup and placing it in the sink. “It can be pleasurable,” he says, running water over the cup. “Some people volunteer for the satisfaction of it all.” 

Your face burns now, looking down at the counter and your hands turning into fists. Why would he be flirting with you after all of this? You move your hands to your lap, relaxing them and rubbing your thighs through your nightgown. Atsumu turns the water off and you look up as he dries the teacup with a towel, placing it back on the shelf it came from. 

“I have a proposal.” He says, turning back to face you. You tilt your head in curiosity. “We no longer lie to one another. Even if it’s hard, we tell the truth. I suppose you don’t want to go back home after running away and I clearly would rather you stay here and keep my secret.” 

You nod. “I agree to the terms, but I still have questions.” 

“I would assume you have many. It would be strange if you didn’t.” 

“What were you studying in the library? I read some pages from a few of the books, thinking they were fictional and now I’m more confused than ever.” 

“Come with me. I’ll show you.” He offers his hand, and you hesitate. “Honesty, we promised.” 

“I didn’t promise, I agreed to the terms.” You correct him, placing your hand in his. 

He leads you out of the kitchen and down the hall further. “There are steps on either end of the halls as well, just so you know. That way you’re not running back and forth to get to the main staircase.” He leads you up a less ornate staircase, leading right into the dark library. Atsumu releases your hand and steps away, the lights illuminating the room a few moments later. 

You walk over to his desk by the windows, noticing the drapes are not shut. Why did they close? Ah, it will be morning soon. Opening the largest book on the center of the desk you flip to the page with the asterisk you remember. 

Lost to history is the remainder of the bloodline that carried the sun's blessing. 

You read the line aloud, looking at Atsumu. “What does this mean? Who are these people?” 

Atsumu lounges in his desk chair before answering. “The sun’s blessing means that these vampires were able to be out in the sun, living more normal lives than most of us. It’s unknown why they had the ability to withstand the star’s light, but they could.” 

“They live among us?” 

“They did before they went missing. One morning they were in their familial homes, and the next vanished as if into thin air.” He sighs. “I want to know what happened to them. It doesn’t make sense for them to uproot their lives without reason. They were a secretive clan amongst us, but there are theories.” 

He gets up, as if excited, walking quickly to a shelf across the room. He takes a few moments, scanning the spines of books before grabbing an emerald green book and bringing it to the desk. When you see it, it also has several tabs on it. 

“You see, there are stories of other vampires inheriting this ability as if the family gifted it to them. There’s no record of how it happens, but there has to be a way.” He turns to a page about a third of the way into the book, full of notes in the margins. “Here this author theorizes it was from something they ingested, but we can’t stomach the food humans eat, so it could have been an herb of some sort in a tea.” 

“You can drink tea?” You ask, taken aback.

“Of course,” he laughs. “It’s why I keep so many.” He opens to another page. He smiles as he reads some of the lines and you lean on his desk. “Here the author suggests that they blood let and shared it with the vampires who inherited the gift.” 

“Did they ingest it?” You ask and Atsumu shrugs. 

“It’s against our laws to feed from another vampire, so I wouldn’t think so. But, that is a possibility. They could have injected it into themselves, but even that seems too close to feeding.” Atsumu closes the book and takes it back to the shelf it came from. 

“Why are you so obsessed with them?” You ask, looking at the portraits and names once more. 

Charlotta Lestar died in 1767, 343 years after her birth by your calculations. Her child, a son named James, seems to still be living. There’s no death date for him and a few others, but that could just be unknown since they all disappeared. You flip to the next page and it begins to give the family history, starting with the first recorded Lestar family member. 

“Did you know any of them?” You ask when he doesn’t answer your last question. 

He nods and sits back in his chair. “Our families were friends. I knew Charlotta’s children well.” 

“How old are you?” You ask, partly scared to hear the answer. 

“213, respectfully. You?” 

“24,” you answer, feeling ashamed. All of your friends had married by 20 and you were here, still unwed and slowly turning into an old maid. 

“A drop in time to me,” he smiles, taking your hand and squeezing it. 

“You never told me why you were looking into the family,” you remind him. 

He sighs, then rolls up the long sleeves of his shirt. Starting at his wrists and all the way up to his elbows, you notice small white patches, almost like scars. “I’ve been testing my methods with the sun. When I was a child I tried to follow James out one morning and nearly died. I have these marks all over my body.” He looks up to you and there’s something like desperation in his eyes. 

“My work would be so much easier if I could go out during the day. Having to hunt and feed at night makes things harder. I can research during the day just fine, but being confined to this home drives me mad.” He continues. 

“Being trapped at home is something of a nightmare,” you agree. “Can I help? I love reading and maybe some fresh eyes on the material would help you.” 

“You’d want to do that?” He asks and you nod. He smiles and jumps up from his chair again. “You need to start with the histories, first. I know it’s here somewhere,” he scans a shelf by his desk. “Ah, yes, here it is.” The book he hands you looks to be recently rebounded. The pages are much older than the bindings. 

“I’ll read it today.” You open the cover and look at the author, noting the name Osamu Miya, relation of Atsumu’s perhaps. “Do you rest during the day?” 

“I don’t need sleep like humans.” He tells you. “I do rest, but it’s mostly to keep from having to feed too often I usually spend my days in here. The human staff I have take care of the house during the day and believe me to be one of you. I beg of you not to make them think otherwise.” 

“My lips are sealed.” 

Atsumu nods quickly with a smile, “Thank you. It’s been a long time since I’ve had a friend.” 

– 

The next few weeks are full of studying, time passing quickly. Atsumu has his staff fill the kitchen with food and your dressing room with clothing. All your needs are met, but something else is pulling at you. The days you spend reading in the library with Atsumu become your reason for waking up. 

You rarely think about Graham or your father. Whatever they have been doing seems to not concern you, since no one has come knocking at the castle doors. Perhaps they’ve forgotten about you, something that stings but isn’t all that bad. You hope they’ve found happiness in the way you have. 

Atsumu even begins to let you in on what he does during the nights when he disappears from the castle. He’s been charged with capturing vampires who are gluttonous or vile in their killings. There are no laws about killing within their society, but they don’t like to draw attention to themselves. Atsumu handles the situations where some are. However, he stops keeping prisoners in his home. 

He educates you on the histories of vampires, the different covens, clans, and even families within them. After a month you are pretty sure you’re a walking history book, but you’ve learned nothing about the Lestar family. One afternoon, you decide to ask about them. 

“When will I begin helping you with the Lestar family?” You ask, putting the last book you finished on the shelf. 

Atsumu looks up from his writing, his hair disheveled. “Do you feel like you know enough about my kind to begin?” 

You sit across from him at the table he’s been at since last night. “I believe I am. Quiz me!” 

“Question one, what do we eat?” he grins as he asks. 

“Shut up, ask me something serious.” You laugh, your foot rubbing against his leg as you swing your feet under the table. 

He grins at you and you pull away, mouthing a sorry to him. It’s not like you haven’t touched Atsumu before, after all, the kiss you shared was the most intimate thing you’ve experienced in your short life. 

“Where should I start now?” You ask, eager to read about the family of vampires who lived among humans and walked in the sun. 

“Any of the books I have on them are just fine places to start. However, if you want theories, you can read this one here,” he slides the same emerald green book from that first night in the library. “My brother wrote this, actually.” 

You open the cover and see a familiar name, “Osamu Miya?” Atsumu nods. “I guess it seems you’re not the only one obsessed.” 

“We all grew up together, it’s not that surprising, is it?” He laughs, resting his head on his hand. “Osamu is just better at writing than me. I send him everything I come up with and he does the same.” 

“I’d like to meet him one day,” you decide. 

“We’ll see about that.” He goes back to reading his book and you begin yours. 

The theories his brother presents on the family are numerous, but nothing is conclusive. Everything about the family was kept so secretive that even family friends had no idea how they were able to be in the sun without being killed. The trait was passed down to family members by birth, no matter which parent had the trait. 

The only vampires granted the power were those who married into the family, and most of them seemed to be random. The reasoning behind the partnerships isn’t love, power, or money. Whatever their deciding factor was, is still as unclear as the transformation itself. 

By the time you’re through the book, it’s evening. You yawn and your stomach growls. Despite the snacks the staff brought you throughout the day, you’re starving. 

“Would it be weird if you joined me for dinner? I know you can’t eat, but it gets lonely in the dining room.” It feels awkward asking, but after a month of silent dinners, you’re not sure you can stand another. 

“I’d love to join you. I’ll have tea while you eat.” He smiles, standing from his chair. His clothes are as disheveled as his hair. “If you’ve been lonely, why didn’t you ask me sooner?” 

You shrug, “I didn’t want to bother you more than I already have.” 

Atsumu halts walking, stopping atop the stairs. “You’ve never been a bother to me,” he takes your hand. “I’ve been delighted to have you in my home.” 

Your face heats up and you bite your bottom lip to keep the smile from growing too wide. “I’ve had a better time with you than I’ve had in the last ten years of my life.” 

Atsumu steps closer to you, his hand caressing your cheek. You look up at him, lips slightly parted, but you’re unable to speak. 

“I hope you know what you mean to me.” He presses a kiss to your forehead and your stomach flutters. 

You grab his waist, pulling his body closer to yours. “Atsumu,” you whine. 

“What is it?” He asks, his lips grazing your forehead. You whine again. “You have to tell me what you want.” 

“Kiss me,” you say after a few moments. 

“I thought you’d never ask,” he kisses you quickly, his lips moving against yours with a hunger you’ve never experienced. 

His lips taste sweet now, but the tinge of iron is still there. You wonder when the last time he fed was, a pang of jealousy washing through you. Your fingers grip him tightly, your body flush with his. His tongue teases your lips and you part your mouth, letting him in. 

He pulls away, resting his forehead on yours, eyes on your lips. “I want to show you so many things,” he whispers. “Will you let me?” 

You nod. 

“I want you to say it.” 

“Please, show me everything.” 

Atsumu grins, picking you up in his arms, your gown riding up around your thighs as you hook your legs around him. You kiss him again, biting his bottom lip and making him growl. Before you know it, he’s slamming his bedroom door shut and dropping you down on his bed. 

“What do you want me to do?” He asks, crawling on the bed on top of you. 

“Touch me,” you breathe out. 

“Have you ever?” 

You shake your head no and something flashes in his eyes. 

He leans down, kissing you and sliding your dress up your thighs. “You can tell me to stop whenever you want,” he whispers, kissing down your throat. 

Your heart races, knowing how easily he could drain you of your blood now is something you never expected to worry about. Each nip of his teeth at your skin reminds you of it. You begin to feel too hot, desperate for him to rip this godforsaken gown off of you. 

“Get this dress off of me,” you beg, writhing under Atsumu. 

He sits up, his eyes wild. He pulls you up into a sitting position before flipping you onto your stomach to undo the many buttons down your back. You feel the cooler air hit your skin and whimper as Atsumu’s fingers drag down your skin. Undressing in this gown isn’t easy but his hands on you is worth it. 

By the time you’re left in the slip you wore under the dress, you’re desperate to feel his kisses again. He smiles at you, standing by the bed and looking you up and down. Your cheeks heat and you want to cover yourself, but remember the first night you met him he saw every part of you anyway. 

His hands grip your thighs, pulling you down to the edge of the bed. He kneels in front of the bed, licking his lips once before kissing your inner thigh. You gasp at the sensation, chills running up your spine and curling your toes. You sit up on your elbows, watching him kiss up your right thigh, pushing the slip up over your waist. 

He looks at you as if he’s looking for permission and you nod. 

The first touch of his tongue on your cunt is overwhelming. His tongue continues to move on you, his hands gripping your thighs while he laps at you. You moan, unable to keep any form of composure. Your fingers dig into the sheets as his tongue teases your clit. You fall back, unable to watch any longer, wanting to focus solely on the feeling. 

He stops for a moment and your eyes flutter open, seeing him suck on his own middle finger. He grins as he sees you watching him. He slowly teases your entrance with the finger, leaning back down to suck on your clit. You close your eyes again, whimpering and bucking your hips. As his finger presses into you, you still, take in the sensation. Your mouth falls open and you breathe out. 

“Shh,” Atsumu hushes you as you begin to whimper. “It’ll start feeling good and not foreign, I swear.” 

He slowly pumps his finger out of you and back in, curling it inside you as he goes. He was so right, oh so right. You moan, the feeling sending shockwaves through you. When you open your eyes, Atsumu is hovering over you, his finger still pumping inside you. 

“See,” he grins, “feels good, right?” 

You nod between moans and reach for Atsumu above you. He leans down, kissing your lips and teasing you with his tongue. He tastes like you, his lips coated with your arousal. 

“Do you want more?” He asks and you nod. “When will you learn to use your words?” 

“More, please,” you whine, looking up expecting to see his brown eyes but they’ve been replaced with the glowing gold you’ve only seen when he’s been hungry. 

Your stomach flips and the fear you feel is nothing compared to the pleasure of his second finger pumping into you with the first. He stretches you, his fingers working in tandem to bring you feelings you can’t explain, leaving you breathless. Something in your stomach snaps and you feel yourself coming to an end, ready to let go. 

“Cum for me,” he whispers against your ear, his breath tickling you. 

As you climax, you grip onto Atsumu, holding his hand on your right and his arm on your left. It’s unlike any pleasure release you’ve ever had. What you used to do desperately at night at home with your fingers is nothing compared to this. He chuckles as you come down, looking at him with glossy eyes. He kisses your forehead, praising you with quiet words and pulling his fingers out of you. 

“Lay back,” you demand, sitting up and pushing against his pillows. 

He looks pleasantly surprised, your abruptness is not something he was expecting. He lays down against the pillows, spreading his arms and parting his legs enough for you to crawl between them. You smile at him before pushing them back together and sitting on his lap, your cunt sensitive against his trousers. 

His arms wrap around you and you kiss him, holding his face between your hands. “I want to learn to please you too,” you tell him. 

He smiles, biting his bottom lip before speaking. “What do you think you should do?” 

You take in a shaky breath, remembering some erotic scenes from some books stashed in the back of his library that you snuck into your room. “I think I know,” you admit, “but I want you to tell me what you need.” 

“You. You’re all I need.” 

The feeling pangs at your heart but you refuse to give in to it and name it. 

You kiss him feverishly before unbuttoning his shirt, kissing his neck, and working your way down his body. He was right, he’s covered in these white splotches. They scar most of his skin, all the way down to his waist. Settling between his legs, you unbutton the three buttons on his pants, noticing the tenting as you go. 

He holds his bottom lip between his teeth as he watches you, his chest noticeably moving as he breathes. He lifts his hips and you shimmy the pants down over his waist and off his legs, tossing them on the floor to your right. His underwear is tight, the bulge prominent now. 

“Why do you look so nervous?” He teases, so you stick your tongue out at him. “I bet that would feel nice on my cock,” he tells you, leaning forward and grabbing your face. “Don’t you want a taste?” 

You nod, kissing him again before pushing his chest back so he lays back against the pillows once more. He tenses as you feel his cock through his underwear. He closes his eyes and titls his head back, enjoying your touch. 

Reaching up with your other hand, pulling at the waistband and pulling them down over his hips. Reading about something for the first time is nothing like seeing it for the first time. Everything about Atsumu is infuriatingly beautiful, and his cock is no exception. You take it in your hand and timidly stroke it once. 

“Fuck,” Atsumu moans, his eyes still closed and head tilted back. 

You smile at his response and lean down, taking the head of his cock in your mouth. He moans louder as your tongue swirls around the tip. 

“Just like that,” he whimpers. “Use your hand like this,” he opens his eyes and places his hand over yours; showing you what to do. 

Your hand gets wet from your spit dribbling down from where your lips meet his cock, making it easier to stroke him. He lets go of your hand and you’re able to learn on your own now. Every sound Atsumu makes encourages you further. Soon enough you’re able to take more than half his length in your mouth without worrying you’re going to hurt him by doing something wrong. 

He thrusts up into your mouth, forcing you to take him all in and you choke, pulling away and coughing. 

“I’m so sorry, I just lost control,” he sits up cupping your cheeks. 

He kisses your lips, pulling away and a trail of drool follows, still connecting your lips. You grin and break it with your finger. 

“You don’t have to be sorry, I’m okay. You can’t break me.” 

He chuckles, “If only that were true, darling.” 

You giggle, kissing him again and climbing on top of him, straddling his thighs. He grabs your hips, pulling you further up his body, pushing your hips down so your cunt grinds against his cock. You whimper against his lips, feeling his length against you. The tip of his cock prods at your entrance and you break away from the kiss. 

“Do you want to stop?” He asks looking up at you. 

“No, God no.” You shake your head. “I-” you stutter, stopping yourself. 

He sits up closer to you, your bodies flush with each other. “You can tell me,” he says. 

“I want you.” 

His eyes flash with something you can’t read, disappointment maybe? No, it couldn’t be that, could it? You’re saying exactly what he wants to hear even if it's not what you thought originally. He couldn’t know that, though. 

“It’s going to hurt at first,” he warns you and you nod. “Go at your own pace,” he kisses your cheek, laying back and letting you take control. 

You sink down on him about an inch, letting yourself get used to the stretch. His cock feels so much bigger in your cunt than when it was in your mouth. You bite down hard on your lip, holding in the sounds of discomfort as you sink further down on him. 

“Don’t do that you’ll bleed,” Atsumu’s thumb pulls your lip from your teeth. 

“I’m sorry,” you whimper and sink as far down as you can, sitting in Atsumu’s lap and taking him in entirely. 

“Don’t ever,” he rasps, “apologize while taking my cock in you like that.” 

His hands move to your hips, his fingers digging into your ass. You use your knees to rise up again, feeling his cock drag against the walls inside of you. It doesn’t feel as good as his fingers, the pain overwhelming you. 

“It’s okay,” he hushes your cries. “Go at your pace.” 

You try again, sinking down, rising up, and sinking down again. You’re used to the feeling now and even begin to feel good as his cock reaches further inside of you than his fingers. You let out a moan the fifth time you came down on him, finally feeling what you felt before. 

“There you go,” he encourages you, using his hands to help you ride him. 

He pulls you down by your face, kissing you and beginning to thrust up into you slowly. Your thighs shake but you hold onto Atsumu’s shoulders, your nails digging into his skin.  That familiar feeling from before creeps up on you, and you whimper, clenching around him. 

He flips you onto your back, pulling out of you and smiling at you wildly. “You can’t cum yet.” 

You nod, sitting up and kissing him and pulling him down with you, desperate to have him in you again. He pulls away and grins. 

“Are you greedy already? I told you I wanted to show you many things.” He teases, his fingers playing with your clit. 

You gasp, “We have other nights for that. I need you now.” 

He laughs, moving closer to you and spreading your legs wider. He pushes into you, sending a wave of pleasure through your body. The sounds that leave your mouth ring in your ears, but you try focusing on Atsumu’s cues. His eyes focus on you when you open yours, and that feeling in your stomach builds back up. 

“Tsumu,” you whine, slurring his name. 

“That’s music to my ears,” he moans. “Need to cum darling?” 

You nod. “Wanna cum.” 

“Cum with me,” he whispers against your lips and you do. 

It feels like waves across your body, the first strong and fierce. The second ringing through your body and lingering as Atsumu cums inside of you. You hold onto Atsumu as if he’s your lifeline, both of you breathing hard and heavy. 

He kisses your forehead before rolling to the side of the bed and pulling you close to him. You cuddle up to him, taking in the last hour. He stares up at the ceiling, his breath evening out sooner than yours. You tilt your head up looking closer at his expression. 

“What are you thinking about?” You ask. 

“Honestly?” 

“We promised to be truthful.” 

He smiles. “I’m thinking about how many more rounds I could take you before you’re too sore for more.” 

You smack his chest and sit up. “I think we’ve reached that limit.” 

He grins, sitting up on his elbows. “I guarantee you’ll be begging me for more before you even finish your dinner tonight.” 

“You’re awfully full of yourself,” you giggle, pulling your knees to your chest. 

“You’re also full of me,” he grins, kissing your temple and getting off the bed. “Come, bathe with me. Then I’ll make you dinner.” 

“You’ll make me dinner?” 

“I can read a recipe book and figure it out. Besides, there’s probably something edible in case I ruin everything.” 

You laugh, taking his hand and following him to the bathroom. 

The bath is always relaxing, but a bath with Atsumu is anything but. He’s constantly dumping water on you and splashing you like a child. The few moments when he relaxes and lets you lay against his chest, you relish. 

At some point, you fall asleep in the tub against Atsumu. You awake in his bed, under the cover of his thick duvet. Atsumu is nowhere to be found, so you find a shirt of his from a drawer and slip it on. Walking down the hall, you see a faint light coming from the wing where the kitchen is.

“-----,” your name on his lips sends chills down your spine. “I think I’ve made you a sandwich.” 

He presents in front of you something that does resemble a sandwich, but the ingredients are questionable. You still take a bite and swallow it. It isn’t the worst thing you’ve ever had. Your father hired a terrible cook for a few weeks before you insisted on getting a new one after a bout of food poisoning. 

“How is it?” 

“Honestly?” 

He nods. 

“It’s not the worst thing I’ve ever had,” you laugh, putting the half down on the plate. “We should stick to what your staff prepares.” 

He looks defeated but grins anyway. “You should go back to bed. I’ll have a big breakfast sent to our room in the morning.” 

“Our room?” You smile, biting your bottom lip. 

He nods. “I’ll join you after I clean up. I’ll take tonight off.” 

You smile at him before heading back towards his room. Most nights he spends them hunting down other vampires who’ve committed crimes. His determination and commitment to his task are unlike most of the men you’ve known. 

Atsumu’s room is warm from the fire, but the flames are starting to die down. You throw a log on the fire and crawl back into bed. Atsumu keeps his promise, coming to lay in bed with you soon after. You talk about your life with him, telling him everything you’ve been holding onto. He offers nothing but a listening ear, just what you like. 

–

The weeks that follow are much the same as the ones before, except your nights are full of more and more learning. Atsumu pleases you in ways you’ve never imagined possible with his fingers, tongue, and cock. However, you begin to become concerned with how often his eyes seem to turn golden with hunger. 

“Tsumu?” You chime one night after a long session with him between your legs. 

“Hmm?” He hums. 

“When was the last time you fed?” You ask, sitting up on the bed and playing with his hair from where he lays in your lap. 

“It’s been a while.” He answers, looking up at you, his eyes now golden once again. “I probably should tonight.” 

“Who do you feed from?” The jealousy is in your voice. 

“There are some people who volunteer for the pleasure of it. I think I told you this before. In London, there’s a home where my kind likes to go when we’re hungry.” Atsumu’s honesty doesn’t do anything to curb your feelings. 

“I don’t want you to go there,” you tell him, keeping up with the honesty you swore to keep. “Use me,” you offer. 

“-----, are you sure?” He asks, and you nod. 

You pull your hair from your neck, revealing the supple skin. 

Atsumu laughs, “I could kill you feeding from there.” 

Your face heats in embarrassment. “Where do you feed from?” 

He sits up, taking your arm and pointing to your wrist. “Lay back, it will hurt at first.” 

You lay back, looking up at the ceiling and then at Atsumu. He smiles at you as he hovers over your body. His lips press against yours and he mumbles some reassuring words. He slowly brings your wrist up to his mouth, and you see the flash of his fangs before they seep into your skin. 

Crying out, you instinctively pull away but Atsumu keeps your arm still. The pain turns to an unimaginable wave of pleasure, not unlike the way he makes you cum every night. You moan, actually moan after a minute of it. The burning is intense, but not unmanageable. After another minute, he pulls away from your wrist, blood dripping from his lips. 

When you look in his eyes, something has changed, and not just the color of them. He moves off of you, walking quickly to the bathroom. You sit up, checking your wrist and admiring the two small red puncture wounds. He tosses you a bandage from the bathroom entryway. 

Something is wrong. 

“Atsumu?” You lay the bandage down and get off the bed, your head spinning as you do. 

“Please, lay back down.” He moves to catch you, but you fall back onto the bed. 

“What’s wrong?” He shakes his head at your voice. 

“I have something I have to do.” He rushes out of the room and you don’t see him for the rest of the night. 

Sleep doesn’t come. You stay up all night, worried that you did something to change his feelings for you. Did you taste bad? 

Can blood taste bad? 

You pace for a while in front of his windows, waiting for dawn to come. As the first spots of daylight begin to show you see Atsumu enter the castle. You rush down the hall and down the steps. 

When he sees you, there’s not a glimpse of joy on his face. 

“Ats-” 

“I think you should go back to your father.” He interrupts you and you feel like the castle is crumbling in on you. 

“But… Atsumu… why?” 

“I think it's for the best. I’ve called for a carriage. You leave in an hour.” He rushes up the stairs and towards the library.

The sound of the doors slamming shut echoes through the castle as you fall to your knees. You’re not sure how long you lie there, perhaps for the full hour. You can’t even cry it hurts so bad. He’s betrayed the honesty you promised to one another. 

“Madam, the carriage is waiting for you,” Arthur, Atsumu’s butler, taps on your shoulder. “I’m sorry, but I must ask that you go.” 

You nod, pulling yourself together and walking to the carriage. You’re numb the whole ride home. It takes about an hour for you to arrive at the doorstep of your father’s estate. When you step off the carriage, your father isn’t there to greet you, but instead it’s Graham. 

You step back, nearly tripping over the carriage steps. 

“Where on earth have you been?” The sound of his voice makes you want to vomit. 

“Where is my father?” You ask, stepping towards him, but keeping more than enough distance between him. 

“He’s in London, searching for you. I’ve been maintaining the family home while you’ve been what? Whoring yourself to stay afloat?” Graham laughs, watching as the carriage leaves before he insults you. 

“Graham, I swear to God if that whore of yours is in my home, I will have you castrated.” You remember the mistress he keeps in London. If he’s been here, she probably has too. 

“I’m not stupid enough to bring her here with all the attention you’ve brought us. Do you know what you’ve done? What you’ve caused?” His words ring with hatred. “We told half the town you had a breakdown just to keep your name from being ruined! We tried to defend you!” 

“Why are you even here? I thought it would be clear I didn’t want to marry you by running away!” You yell, frustrated with the way your life has gone in the last four months. 

“You trifling whore, how dare you raise your voice with me,” he steps closer to you, his anger reaching its peak. “After all the trouble you’ve caused, you’re not going to treat me this way. You’re lucky I decided to stay engaged to you and that you still have a future.” 

“I’m never going to marry you, Graham. Never.” You walk past him and into your father’s home, slamming and locking the door behind you. 

The staff in the house scurry around, looking at you as if they’ve seen a ghost. Perhaps some of them thought you had run off and died. None of them stop you from going to your old room, and none of them stop you from tearing everything off the walls. You scream, throw things, and even toss old dresses out the window. 

If they want a madwoman, you’ll give it to them. 

Several hours later, your father's carriage pulls up. You watch him run into the house and hear his clumsy footsteps leading to your room. He bursts in the door, calling your name in a sob. You let him hug you and cry on your shoulder. You let him beg you to never go away again. 

Everything feels numb now that you’ve been shown the life you want and can’t have it. 

After half an hour, he leaves you to your destroyed room, mentioning he needs to discuss things with Graham. If he even tries to plan another marriage, you’ll run away and never look back; and in the opposite direction of Atsumu’s castle. 

When you’re called for dinner, you don’t bother dressing. You go in your worn dress from the night before, your wrist still bandaged from Atsumu’s fangs. The dining room is too warm from the fire and the warm spring day. Your father sits at the head of the table and Graham beside him, both of them engaged in the conversation they’re having. 

As you sit, your father comments on your appearance and you glare at him. 

“Sweetie, he’s just concerned,” Graham’s facade makes you want to rip his hair out. 

“We think it would be good to spend the spring and summer in London. A change of scenery for you, and perhaps you can make time to plan a new ceremony for the fall. They have great doctors in London, as well.” Your father’s optimism is something you’ve always loved, but in your mental state now, you just want him to shut up and give up on you. 

“I’m not planning another wedding.” You tell him. “I would like to go to London though.” 

“Then we will go in a week! I’ll have new dresses sent to our house there, you won’t need to bring anything but yourself.” Graham tells you and your father as the staff sets your food in front of you. 

The thought of putting anything in your stomach makes you want to vomit. You sit there through dinner, listening but not adding to the conversation. Graham seems to have your father wrapped tighter around his finger than before, and you don’t blame him. You left, after all. Once dessert is served, you dismiss yourself and head to your room. 

Sinking into the covers, you finally allow yourself to cry. 

– 

London in the spring is something you used to love. Your mother always dragged you and your father from your country home to the city for the peak season, going to shops, cafes, and all the music halls she could find. After she left, you quit going altogether. 

Stepping into Graham’s house feels surreal. All week, you argued with him whenever your father was gone, listening to his empty threats. You threatened to have his food poisoned at one point, but he just laughed. At some point, you stopped talking to him altogether. 

“Your room is on the third floor, the second on the right,” Graham tells you, dropping bags down in the foyer. 

“Thanks,” you mutter, walking up the steps and not looking back to him or your father. 

You hear mutters of worry about your sanity, concerns about where you’ve been all winter, and more things you can’t care to remember. The staircase is steep, but you take your time. By the time you’re in your room, you feel like he picked this room just to exhaust you. He must have noticed you haven’t been eating most nights. 

There is a nice view of the city from your room, at least. 

It’s past noon now, and there’s discussion about going out to dinner tonight to change things up, but you know you’ll fight tooth and nail before having to be reintroduced into society. Your father begs you to dress, telling you he’ll do anything to make you happy. 

To get him to shut up, you agree. 

Dressing with the assistance of one of Graham’s maids, you find yourself in a pale blue dress, the color awfully similar to the trim of your wedding dress. Perhaps he likes this color. Perhaps you’ll ruin it for him. When you make it to the foyer, your father is still not there, leaving you uncomfortably silent with Graham standing by the door. 

“You look decent for once,” he comments and you turn your head. “This could be easy, you know. A business transaction for us both.” 

“I’d rather die than marry you.” You finally look at him, really look at him for who he is. 

“That it seems.” He sighs. He steps towards you, his hand reaching out and moving a loose strand of hair away from your face. 

His hand is warm on your skin and it makes you cringe. He steps back, looking at you from the head down. He almost looks like he’s working on a puzzle, trying to figure out what piece of you to place next. 

“I can be kind. We could have a satisfying life, you and I both. I swear to be faithful to you until we have a few children if you do the same. You can spend money as you please. We can even live separately if you wish.” Graham really wants your father's money if he’s offering this. 

Before you can answer him, your father joins you in the foyer. “I hope this restaurant you’ve chosen is a good one, boy.” He claps Graham on the back of the shoulder and laughs. 

“Oh, you know I always pick good ones. Why else would I want to be with your daughter.” 

You scoff and roll your eyes. 

They both ignore you. 

The walk to the restaurant is not unpleasant, the umbrella you carry covers your face from strangers who may be looking at you. Once you arrive, they seat you outside. You fold up the umbrella, leaning it against your chair, and sitting down. Graham and your father continue talking about the horse race they’ve seemed to bet on for the upcoming weekend, but you watch the people walking by. 

Your mind begins to wander to Atsumu and your heart hurts. You never were able to be completely honest with him either. You kept what you felt to yourself. 

However, he completely shut you out without giving any explanation. He broke the trust first. He never asked you how you felt and if he had, you may have told him. 

“Would you like that, sweetie?” Graham asks and you furrow your brows. 

“What?” You ask. “I wasn’t listening.” 

“Your father suggested I show you the block after dinner. He’s planning on joining the gentlemen at the next table at the club tonight after dinner.” Graham tells you. 

“I suppose I’ll walk with you,” as if you have a choice now. 

Dinner is served not long after, and you manage to down a few vegetables and a bite of your chicken. Graham and your father have both given up on commenting on your eating habits, which you’re grateful for. It’s made it easier to manage. Once it’s over, you regret taking the few bites that you did. You have to stomach Graham for the next hour before you make it home.

At least the days are longer now, so if he tries anything, there will most likely be a witness. 

He takes your hand and places it on his arm, portraying the scene most Londoners expect. A couple in the spring, out for a stroll. He talks about the town, telling you about his favorite restaurants and music halls. He tells you he wants to take you to a play when you notice a name that you recall. 

“What is this place?” You stop in front of Lestar Manor. The sign is large and imposing with the name of the vampires who were blessed by the sun. 

“It’s almost like a joke,” he says. “The manor was abandoned and people swear it’s haunted now. I’ve never learned much more about it.” 

“I want to go look inside.” 

“Are you serious?” He frowns. “You refuse to do activities for a week, but want to explore a haunted mansion.” 

“So what? Let me explore it!” 

“We’re going home!” He says sternly, grabbing your arm. 

“Let go of me,” you hiss, pulling away. 

“For the love of all that is holy, stop acting this way and just do what’s good for you for once in your stupid life.” Graham raises his voice and you push him away from you. 

“If you touch me again, I’m going to scream.” You warn him. 

As you look around there is no one around, but you’re sure someone will hear you. Graham’s eyes go dark, his grin gone and his face contoured in anger. He steps towards you and you step back, but he’s faster than you. 

His grip on your arm hurts, so you begin to yell out. His hand clamps around your mouth and your eyes go wide. 

“Shut the fuck up, you stupid whore,” he hisses. 

“Let go of her,” a figure yells from the Lestar Manor. 

The voice makes your stomach drop and you try to pull away from Graham. As you turn your face, you see Atsumu standing in the shade of the Manor, his fists clenched at his sides. 

“Who are you to tell me what to do with my woman?” Graham spits back, letting go of your face. 

“Atsumu, go away.” You breathe out, your eyes welling up. 

He has no business butting into your life after sending you away to this fate. 

“Graham,” Atsumu hisses, stepping too close to the edge of the shade for your liking. 

“Graham, let’s go. Please,” you beg him, tugging him away from Atsumu. 

He smacks your hand away, missing your hand and hitting your cheek. You fall down on the sidewalk, catching yourself with your hands and scraping them. 

“Bastard!” Atsumu yells and before you know it, he’s launched himself at Graham, his skin vulnerable to the sun. 

“Atsumu! No!” You scream, watching as he punches Graham in the jaw. 

You expect his skin to start burning, or for him to catch on fire, or turn to dust. All your reading on vampires, none of it gave a solid answer to what happens when they go in the sun. Almost as if it was taboo to mention it anywhere. 

Nothing happens, in fact, Atsumu stands up over Graham���s body and looks at you with a smile. For whatever reason, he’s not dying in the sun. Did he discover something in the week that you were gone? Is that why he was in the Lestar Manor? Or is that the feeding house he mentioned before? 

Either way, you don’t want to hear from him. 

He broke your heart. 

You turn to run away from him and from Graham. As you take your first step, Atsumu catches your arm, and you turn to push him away. He pulls you into his arms instead, holding you against your body. 

“Atsumu, let go of me,” you sob, not pulling away but instead going limp in his arms. 

He picks you up, carrying you into the Manor and holding you against his chest as you sob. You hate him. You love him. You want him dead. You want him to give you the life you’ve always wanted. 

He doesn’t compel you to calm down, he just holds you as you cry. It takes a good ten minutes for you to gather yourself in his arms before you’re able to look up at him. His eyes aren’t glowing, instead, they’re the warm brown you love so much. 

“I hate you,” you whisper. 

“We told each other we would be honest with one another.” He shakes his head. 

“Atsumu,” you whine, “I love you more than life itself.” 

“I love you, —--,” he tells you. “You saved my life.” 

“What?” You frown. “You just saved me from that horrid Graham.” 

“Your blood…” he replies and you begin connecting the dots. 

“Lesair, Lestar… You don’t think that my family is?” 

He shrugs, “We need to find out the history of your family line before I can draw any conclusions... But since the night I drank from you, I’ve been able to walk in the sun. I was going to come find you and beg you to forgive me, but I needed to stop here first to collect some more books. That’s when I heard your voice and I saw him-” 

“You don’t have to explain. I’m just happy to be with you again.” You interrupt him. 

“I promise, I’m never letting you go now.” He tells you before kissing your lips. 

#atsumu miya smut #atsumu smut #atsumu miya x reader #miya atsumu smut #miya atsumu x reader #tw monsterfucking #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #hq smut #hq x reader #tw religious themes

[ermesskiss]

what music I think jjk adults would listen to

✧ ft: satoru, suguru, nanami, shoko, choso, higuruma, toji, sukuna, and kenjaku ✧ a/n: been thinking about this for a minute, and I decided to write out my opinions/hcs

jjk student version here + jjk character playlist works here

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✦ gojo

➥ Gojo is a very laid-back and fun guy, so I think he would listen to music that has that same energy

➥ He kinda reminds me of those moms who listen to the overplayed songs on the radio and always sing them, I don’t know to explain it, but that's him

➥ I think that he gets his song recs from his students in a attempt to bond with them

songs

♪ Heaven To Me: Tyler, The Creator ♪ Chanel: Frank Ocean ♪ Died and Came Back: Lil Uzi Vert ♪ Pop Style: Drake ♪ Wake Up in the Sky: Gucci Mane ft. Bruno Mars

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✦ geto

➥ I think Geto listens to a little bit of everything, alternative, rock, rap, R&B,  and hip-hop. I can’t really picture him strictly listening to rock and alt. It doesn’t feel right

➥ As Geto got older, I think his music taste changed. He still likes everything, but he leaned towards one genre rather than several

➥ When Mimi and Nana show Geto their favorite music, he adds the one he likes to his own playlist, and vice versa

songs

♪ Sextape: Deftones ♪ Passion Fruit: Drake ♪ Rental: Brockhampton ♪ 3005: Childish Gambino ♪ Even Flow: Pearl Jam

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✦ shoko

➥ I think the music that she listens to is very mellow and relaxing but might have some sad undertone to it from time to time

➥ She gives me older music vibes from the 70s to the 90s. Like Fleetwood Mac, ABBA, and Sade. I can’t see her listening to newer music

➥ I think she listens to more female artists than men; it’s not intentional. She does enjoy songs from men, but it’s a pattern. I also think that Shoko is a big fan of The Cranberries; I am a soul believer in this

songs

♪ Sunday: The Cranberries ♪ Bette Davis Eyes: Kim Carnes ♪ Fade Into You: Mazzy Star ♪ Landslide: Fleetwood Mac ♪ So Far Away: Carole King

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✦ nanami

➥ Student Nanami was emo, so he definitely listened to My Chemical Romance

➥ He started listening to more rock when he grew out of his emo phase. He prefers light rock rather than heavy

➥ When he gets sick of music, he puts on a podcast about business/the economy, or world events OR OR audiobooks

songs

♪ Helena: My Chemical Romance ♪ I Miss You: blink-182 ♪ Dust in the Wind: Kansas ♪ Dancing In the Dark: Bruce Springsteen ♪ Rocket Man: Elton John

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✦ choso

➥ He’s giving off rock and metal vibes, also like sub-genres of those

➥ His go-to music is rock, but I definitely think he listens to other music, something like R&B and hip-hop

➥ Like the great sibling, he is, he always gives Yuji the aux and listens to his song recs

songs

♪ Granite: Sleep Token ♪ Generation Dead: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Enter Sandman: Metallica ♪ Chop Suey!: System Of A Down ♪ War Inside My Head: Suicidal Tendencies

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✦ higuruma

➥ Similar to Shoko, I think he also listens to older music rather than newer stuff, but it’s not because he doesn’t enjoy new music; he is just too busy and stressed to figure out what artist he likes and just stays to what he knows

➥ He’s a big Radiohead fan, and maybe The Smiths, too? Music that's kind of sad and angst, yk?

➥ Genre-wise, I think he would like a little of everything if he could sit down and enjoy music.

songs

♪ Heaven Knows I’m Miserable Now: The Smiths ♪ Karama Police: Radiohead ♪ Wild Sex (In The Working Class): Oingo Boingo ♪ Eyes Without A Face: Billy Idol ♪ What’s Up?: 4 Non Blondes

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✦ toji

➥ Definitely listens to divorce dad music

➥ Drinks a nice cold beer while listening to Nickelback

➥ I think because Toji doesn't think highly of himself, I can see him listening to self-loathing music and music that relates to anger or internal turmoil

songs

♪ How You Remind Me: Nickelback ♪ Pancake Land: Element Eighty ♪ The Man Who Sold the World: Nirvana ♪ It’s Been Awhile: Stained ♪ Crawling: Linkin Park

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✦ sukuna

➥ So, at first, I was sure he would listen to heavy metal and rock because he has such an aggressive personality, but after I gave it some more thought canon, Sukuna would hate it. Music or noise that loud and obnoxious would annoy him.

➥ Acknowledging the fact that he was born in the Heian era and during that time, they listened to Gagaku (court music), which is either instrumental or vocal. It’s calming and relaxing in contrast to his persona

➥ Or he hates music altogether, idk; he's a grumpy old man. Everything pisses him off

songs

♪ Menace: Five Finger Death Punch ♪ Monster: Skillet ♪ Bullet With Butterfly Wings: The Smashing Pumpkins ♪ Push: Matchbox Twenty ♪ Geisha: Anthony Davilio

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✦ kenjaku

➥ Since he's over a thousand years old, imma say he has a very diverse taste of music and probably listens to a little bit of everything. If I were to choose what genre he likes most, I would say rock, both light and heavy

➥ Kenjaku enjoys listening to Marilyn Mason and Oingo Bingo. Marilyn Mason because he’s Marilyn Mason (derogatory) and Oingo Bingo because of their surrealist music, which I think Kenjaku would find them entertaining

➥ Listens to music that feeds into his delusions, motivating him to continue with his vision of the world he wants

songs

♪ Weird science: Oingo Boingo ♪ Aerials: System Of A Down ♪ Break My Stride: Matthew Wilder ♪ The Beautiful People: Marilyn Mason ♪ Everybody Wants To Rule The World: Tears For Fears

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✧ I currently have over 1.9k liked songs, so hopefully, there is enough diversity in songs and artists. i was going to do yuki, but it was stressing me out. Maybe in the future, I'll add hers. There is definitely more I wanted to add but my mind can only contain so many thoughts, unfortunately. ✧ Anyway, I want to hear other people's opinions and/or if people agree or disagree!!

#satoru gojo #suguru geto #kento nanami #shoko ieiri #choso kamo #hiromi higuruma #higurama #nanami hcs #gojo hcs #geto hcs #choso hcs #ryomen sukuna #sukuna hcs #kenjaku jjk #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #jjk hcs #jujutsu kaisen headcanons #toji fushiguro #toji hcs

[dollysilena]

TRAINING WHEELS

CHAPTER TWO | NICE TO SEE YOU AGAIN

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five years ago, you stupidly had a fling with inarizaki athlete, miya atsumu– now, present day– he had a son he knew nothing about. you made sure it was going to stay that way, but as fate would have it, he unexpectedly stumbled back into your lives, now as volleyball’s biggest star.

wc & notes: 2.2k words — miya atsumu wrap it before you tap it challenge (level: impossible)

Miya Atsumu is like a sledgehammer going through the glass of your well-protected life. In a blink, everything was in pieces.

You stumbled onto the nearest seat you could find, still clutching Haru protectively to your chest. Unlike you, your son seemed ecstatic over the appearance of Miya Atsumu, one of the beloved players he watched often. He was excitedly babbling into your ear about the famous athlete suddenly walking in, but you couldn’t hear his chatter when you were overwhelmed with your own frantic mind. 

How on earth could he have come in here? Was it a coincidence or… You faltered when you saw Atsumu stand beside Osamu. No, it wasn’t. You remembered where you were, Onigiri Miya. You were wrong earlier, the restaurant did share its namesake with the person in question. The name Miya Osamu now rang clearly in your head. It was the name of the faceless brother you had never met in high school. Your fling with Atsumu was so short that you failed to consider running into his family of all things.

God, why didn’t you remember that Atsumu had a brother? You felt so stupid, how did you not recognize his face, his name, anything? You were so careful the last five years, and it all came crashing down in an instant. One stupid mistake and now your worst nightmare finally came true. 

The air was still and you could hear a pin drop in the restaurant with the nauseating silence surrounding you. Atsumu stood silently with his brother, unsure of what to do. You saw his glance towards Haru, and the look in his eyes was enough to tell you that he knew. And with Osamu standing beside him timidly, it was clear that he somehow must have figured it out and told Atsumu to come.

“(Y/N), I’m here!” A voice suddenly screeched as the door slammed open, disrupting the silence. You looked up to see Naomi panting like a dog at the doorway of the restaurant. Wait, was she holding a taser?

“Aunt Mimi!” Haru gasped. 

“You!” Naomi exclaimed, jabbing a finger at Osamu. “How dare you try to hold my friend hostage!”  

Osamu’s skin turned five shades paler when he made eye contact with the taser Naomi was holding fiercely in her hand. Atsumu stood in front of his brother, sticking an arm out to protect him from your crazed friend.

“Hold on!” Osamu yelped in response. “I can explain!”

“Just because you’re hot and you know how to make some riceballs doesn’t mean!--”

“Naomi, hold on!” you interjected, barely choking out the words.

Naomi paused and turned to you in confusion as to why you weren’t running away given the opportunity. Her face softened when she noticed the grief-stricken expression on your face. “(Y/N), what’s going on?”

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words died on your tongue. You weren’t sure how to respond, because you honestly weren’t sure at all. How the hell were you going to explain that your child’s long lost biological father happened to stumble in?

The silence returned and nobody was sure how to fill it. Osamu approached you slowly, and once he realized you weren’t going to pounce on him, he kneeled beside your seat.

 “I’m sorry for how I approached this, I’m Miya Osamu, Atsumu’s brother. Ya probably don’t know me since we never met in high school, but I recognized you as Atsumu’s ex and…”

You shakily exhaled, realizing that somebody figured it out. Somebody figured out your dirty little secret, and out of everyone it could’ve been, it was Miya Osamu.

“I saw Haru and I realized.” Osamu continued, looking at the little boy looking at him curiously. “I called Atsumu after that.”

You looked back at Atsumu, a man you haven't seen in nearly five years. You saw that he was still wearing his sports uniform and had a fresh sheen of sweat, had he run here straight from practice? You may have seen him in the media, but it was all different when he was infront of you. He looked older now, more mature, he wasn’t the same teenage boy you foolishly had a fling with all those years ago. You had only the memories of a cocky high school boy, one that was impulsive and overly confident, but it was replaced by the new one standing before you. You thought if you were to ever see him again, that he would be standing tall and proud, something inline with his confident nature, but he stood timidly before you, with his head hung low, unable to make eye contact with you.  

“(Y/N),” Atsumu shakily said before a long pause followed.“Could we talk?”

You hesitated for a moment, your nerves locked like steel. His brows knitted together and his face was tense, an unreadable expression washing over his face. You followed his eyes, looking down at you and the little boy you were holding. You looked at Haru in your arms, still blissfully unaware of what was happening. You set him down besides Osamu, who you were feeling much better about now that you realized he wasn’t some sort of crazed serial killer. 

“Can you take him away?” You whispered to him. “He doesn’t know yet.”

Osamu nodded, taking the boy by the hand. “Haru, you’re gonna come with me for a little bit, alright?

Haru tilted his head. “Why can’t I stay with mama?”

He was obviously confused by the situation, and it made your heart drop even lower into the pits of your shame. He had no idea. You swore that one day you were going to tell him, but you wanted to wait until he was older, and more understanding of why things had to be the way they were. But it was too late for that now. The little world you had built for you both came crashing down in an instant.

“It’s okay, baby,” you said shakily, brushing his cheek. “It’s only gonna be for a few minutes while mama deals with some grown-up things, alright?”

“Naomi, can you go with them?” You asked, looking up at your friend. “Osamu can explain.”

She looked worriedly at you, before nodding hesitantly. Osamu led Haru by the hand to the other side of the restaurant, out of earshot, with Naomi following closely behind.

When you were finally alone, Atsumu took a shaky seat across from you at the restaurant table. You didn’t have the nerve to look up at him, and neither did he. You fought back the burn in your eyes, you never thought you would have to be here, facing him. When you ran away all those years ago, you were also running away from this very moment, the moment where you had to face him. Both of you sat in silence before he finally decided to break it.

“He’s mine, isn’t he?”

You swallowed stiffly, the repulsive taste of shame on your tongue. “He is.”

Atsumu looked up at you with pained eyes. You didn’t realize how different he looked now. Even when you saw him on TV, it didn’t give you as detailed of an image as when he sat in front of you. His features were the same, but he seemed to have grown into them. He held himself more seriously, more like an adult unlike the boy you knew in the past. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Atsumu--” you barely stammered. “We were two highschoolers who barely knew each other, we weren’t even dating--” God, how long had you even known Atsumu at that point? A few weeks? A month, at most.

“I would have still wanted to know still,” he replied, the hurt evident in his voice. It made your hands clench, and the guilt burned in your chest like your heart was trying to collapse in on itself.

A beat of silence passed. You stared down at your hands in your lap. 

“I was scared.” 

You could still feel the weight of the dingy plastic pregnancy test in your hands. Two lines. Positive. He didn’t reply.

“Everyone knew you had such a bright future ahead of you,” you continued in a murmur. “You were gonna go pro and be the great athlete everyone knew you’d be. You didn’t need a kid holding you back. It was easier for you not to know, and for me to leave.”

You had carried the shame for years. It piled on your heart every day Haru grew and the more he started to look like his father. Of course you wanted to tell him, you wanted your son to have a father, but it just wasn’t that simple. Some days, you were tired of keeping the secret and you just wanted to burst back into Atsumu’s life to tell him he had a baby boy. 

There were several times where you almost broke. The day you went into labor, the nurse had asked if you planned to invite anyone into the delivery room. You almost said yes. When Haru took his first steps, you almost called Atsumu, whose number you still had saved on your phone. Even something as mundane as a school report card you considered sending to him. But you always stopped yourself. How were you supposed to tell Japan’s rising superstar athlete that he had a family?

You felt the tears pricking your eyes. You felt as if you were back in that dingy convenience store bathroom, still clad in your school uniform, as you realized that you were going to be responsible for a child. You shakily inhaled to stop yourself knowing you had to keep yourself together, for Haru’s sake. You’re not that scared teenage girl anymore. 

“He looks alot like you,” Atsumu commented, making you stop swimming laps in your thoughts. You looked back up to see him looking at Haru from afar, who was being distracted by Osamu and Naomi with a game of rock paper scissors. Haru grinned a toothy smile, familiar to the man across the table. He had a glisten in his eyes, the same eyes Haru shared.

“I always thought he looked more like you,” you chuckled, wiping your eyes with your sleeve. Atsumu smiled softly. You saw the dimple indent he had on his left cheek, that didn’t match on the right. You forgot he had that. You felt a twinge of a smile.

You stopped yourself. You had forgotten Miya Atsumu, and it should stay that way. You dropped your smile and looked back at Atsumu.

“I won’t say a word about me or Haru, not to the press, anyone at all,” you stated as firmly as you could, but it didn’t stop the inevitable tremble in your voice. “I can even sign an NDA if you want me to, you can go back to living your life and I can disappear again, it’ll be easier that way.”

Atsumu looked back at you, and it was clear he was shocked by what you had said. You were taken aback as to why he seemed surprised, surely that’s what he wanted, right?

“What are ya talking about?” He stammered hurriedly, as if you were about to run again. “Disappear? I can’t just let ya leave--”

“Atsumu,” you replied, the name feeling foreign on your lips. “You don’t have to deal with this, you were never meant to find out.”

“But I did. And I’m glad I did.” 

Now it was your turn to be shocked. Atsumu took your hands into his from across the table, and you could feel the warmth reverberating off his calloused fingers. Another thing you forgot was how it felt when he touched you. “Listen, I know ya didn’t want me to know, and this certainly isn’t the way I imagined finding out I was a father,” he started nervously. “But I can’t just go back to living my life knowing ya and my son are out there. I wasn’t there when it mattered and I don’t wanna be some deadbeat and pretend ya don’t exist.” 

There’s a certain bitterness in the last sentence you barely catch. Atsumu looked back at you and you couldn’t ignore the way his eyes burned into yours. You almost forgot how intense they could look.

“Is it too late for me to be a part of his life?”

You sat back, stunned as the words echoed in your ears. You almost thought you didn’t hear him correctly, that you were reliving the daydreams your teenage self dreamt up. But when Atsumu continued to look at you for an answer, you realized what you were hearing was real. 

“A-Atsumu, you realize what you’re asking right?” You stuttered. “You’re agreeing to be a father, which you just found out right now of all things. It’s a commitment, no take backsies.”

“No take backsies?” He snorted. Your cheeks flushed when you realized he’s chuckling at you.

“I hang out with kids a lot, if you couldn’t tell.” You smiled meekly as his hands tightened around yours.

Atsumu looked back at Haru, celebrating that he won another round of rock paper scissors against Osamu while Naomi cheered him on. Osamu pretended to act defeated which only inflated Haru’s little ego, it reminded you of when Atsumu won a point at volleyball games in high school. 

He smiled again, “yeah, I’m sure.”

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[rebelliousstories]

Co-Parenting

Relationship: Elvis/Austin!Elvis Presley x Reader

Fandom: Elvis (2022)

Request: No

Warnings: Fluff, Brief Strong Language

Word Count: 3,917

Main Masterlist: Here

Elvis/Austin Butler Masterlist: Here

Summary: When Priscilla leaves Elvis, he’s devastated. But, in just a few short years, he’s got a wonderful new wife. He knows he comes with a lot of baggage; an ex-wife, a young daughter, and being the biggest name in music since the roaring 20’s.

“El! Sto-o-op!! St-op i-it righ- n-n-n-now!” The high pitched giggles rang through the room. The curtains were still drawn, making the room dark; but inside it was light. Laughter permeated the room and made his whole world light up. He had no clue how he lived in darkness for so long when she seemed to bring in light.

“Oh no, lil mama. Not till you say it!” He continued to tickle her relentlessly. His wife was squirming on the bed, not able to get any traction on the silk sheets. Her nightie was already pushed above her waist so that his hands could tickle her sides. She continued to laugh and playfully protest before she couldn’t take it any more.

“Okay! Okay! I give!” Her husband had paused his assault, waiting to hear the magic words.

“Auntie’s cafe is better than Mimi’s.” She said, trying to catch her breath. He leaned down and gave her a kiss that left her just as breathless as before.

“Damn straight mama.” And he started to roll out of bed. But his wife reached up and dragged him back to bed and straddled him. His hands came to rest on her hips while she sat atop. He couldn’t help but think she looked divine with her hair all wild, and skin glowing. She looked down at her husband with the same look of adoration. His hair was also wild and messy and his eyes held a sparkle that hadn’t been there in a long time. She leaned down and gave him a kiss before pulling away.

“Ready for the day, Mr. Presley?” She asked, stroking her husbands hair. His hands massaged her hips at the same time.

“As long as you are, Mrs. Presley.” Then, the two got out of the disheveled bed, and started their day.

Elvis Aaron Presley was no stranger to heartache and struggle. He spent his childhood poor, and once he could provide for his family, he was shipped off to Germany. His mother died shortly after boot camp, and he was still sent away from the people that needed him most for two whole years. Once he was back, he was thrust into work, barely taking the time to get married to Priscilla and have his beloved Lisa Marie. Then the touring, the infidelity, the drugs; all on came tumbling down on him. He got divorced from Priscilla and developed a sort of co-parenting style for Lisa Marie. Once he was clean and had stayed clean off the prescription pills that is. It seemed that his life had some small highs and low lows nowadays. The was, of course, till he met her.

She was just an employee of the International in Vegas while he was there. She had worked there when he started preforming, often being the one to bring his room service to the door. He tried to charm her; get her into bed just for one night. She was stunning, and wasn’t going to budge. Elvis had never met a more stubborn woman. It was refreshing honestly. Having her treat him like a regular man, instead of Elvis Presley humbled him a lot. Soon, after he kept coming back and preforming, they began a friendship of sorts. He dropped his bravado act around her and felt like he was nineteen all over again. She would stay with him when she brought his meals. He’d often order something for her to eat while she was there because he knew the hotel was running her ragged. When he was officially divorced from Priscilla, he made his move. She, thankfully, didn’t turn down his invitation of a date night. The rest was history.

Dates, gifts, love, attention. She had it all. Of course she had to get over Elvis’ stage presence and his nightly ritual. But other than that, he stayed good and true. She helped him get off the drugs completely; he only allowed himself to indulge in drinking and cigars now. Which it was why, when he proposed, he had no reservations about it. She made him a better person, made him stand up for his career again and do what he wanted to do, regardless of what Parker thought. They had a small wedding, something just for them, friends, and family. Lisa Marie was the flower girl, and even Priscilla was at the wedding. He’ll never forget that first dinner at Graceland; his ex-wife, future wife, and daughter. All in one room.

~

The smells from the kitchen wafted through the house and soothed Elvis. It was a southern style spread; if he was to make it through this dinner, he was going to need all the comfort he could get. The one thing she insisted on making for tonight was her favorite apple crisp.

“Baby,” Elvis came up behind his girlfriend and wrapped himself around her from behind, “you don’ have ta do any o’ this, ya know that right? Cilla and Lisa Marie will be happy to finally meet ya.” But still she refused to budge.

“Elvis, this is your daughter and her mother. I gotta at least make a good impression. I mean they’re your family, baby.” She finally set the dessert down and Elvis took the opportunity to spin her around in his arms. The man gently placed his hand on her jaw and tilted her face up to his. His lips caught hers in a sweet embrace, and she cursed the fact that they had to breathe oxygen in order to live.

“Trust me, okay? Lisa’s just gonna be happy to have another girl around, and Priscilla is gonna like that you make me happy. Now, march upstairs and get changed young lady. I already set out your clothes.” She knew he wanted them to be matching for the dinner. But the fact that he would spend so much time just picking outfits, complete with shoes and accessories just for her, and just cause he wanted too; it made her heart swell.

She began her trek up the stairs of the house, but not before a loud smack rang through the air. When she turned to her husband, his eyes seemed a little preoccupied and not at all sorry.

“Don’t make promises ya can’t keep baby.” She teased; walking even slower, and swinging her hips even more. She heard Elvis growl lightly behind her and he raced up the stairs after her. She squeaked and ran to their room; her partner hot on her trail.

When they finally welcomed Priscilla and Lisa Marie into Graceland that night, her nerves were on fire. Elvis was himself; joking, laughing, and smiling. Priscilla seemed weary of her at first, but she soon warmed up to the new woman on Elvis’ arm. After dinner, they made their way to the couch and enjoyed some time together. Lisa Marie was tucked into her daddy’s side, while his girlfriend was tucked into his other side. Priscilla watched all of this with curious eyes. Eventually, Elvis had to excuse himself, which left his girls together in the same room.

“He’s happy with you.” Priscilla said, making the other girl stop. She set her drink down and looked at Elvis’ ex-wife.

“Thank you. I try to.” She brushed off what the other woman had said, but she wasn’t having any off that.

“I mean it. I haven’t seen him this… present… in a long time.” Priscilla noticed the look of confusion on the other woman’s face. She chuckled and explained.

“When I was married to Elvis, it seemed like he was present just before or after a show. Never in between. It caused such a major rift in our relationship that I wasn’t able to take it. But seeing him here, with you. Well, I’m happy to see him doing so much better.” The young woman couldn’t help but sputter at her words.

“Please, don’t think I’m tryin to take your place here, Priscilla. That ain’t what I’m-”

“Stop sweetie,” Priscilla raised her hand to silence the woman, “I know that’s not your intention. Elvis and I have had talks about us before you came along dear. He’s yours now. I know that we have a place in his heart, mostly for Lisa’s sake. But that man loves you. Take it from someone who was married to him for Christ’s sake.” Both women broke out into laughter at her words.

“Now what did I miss out on? Somethin’ funny?” Elvis’ voice rang out as he came back into the room. He sat back in his spot on the couch, Lisa tucked back into his side. He wrapped an arm around his laughing girlfriend and looked between the two women like they were crazy.

“What?” He chuckled out. The women had finished laughing by now, and were calming down.

“Nothin’ baby. Don’ worry your pretty little head.” She said, pressing a gentle kiss to her man’s cheek. Elvis looked down at Lisa Marie who was starting to drift in and out of consciousness. He leaned down slightly to whisper in his daughter’s hair.

“You know what they talkin’ ‘bout, baby girl?” His “whisper” was loud enough that the other two women could hear and start to laugh at. Lisa Marie simply snuggled back into her father’s chest which caused him to chuckle. Priscilla watched the scene with a loving gaze. It was clear to her that this woman made Elvis happy; happier than he had been in a very long time. Even if it couldn’t be her, she was glad someone was looking after Elvis.

~

That memory was fond in the minds of the Presley’s. As Elvis pulled on his clothes for the day, he watched his wife sit down at her vanity and put on her makeup for the day. She diligently applied the foundation, and swipe on her eyeliner for the day. He finished getting dressed, and moved to the bathroom to fix up his hair. But nothing he did could get the pitch black hairs to stay in place. He wasn’t too concerned with having his hair styled up like when he was younger; just wanted it to look presentable. His wife made her way into the bathroom, dressed in a pastel shirt and pants combo. As she went to do her own hair for the day, she noticed her husband having a rather difficult time.

“Need some help, honey?” She asked, already moving to grab the product he put in his hair. Elvis sighed, dejectedly, and sat down on top of the toilet so she could have better access to his head. She had yet to put on any of her rings, so the product glided from her hands to his hair effortlessly. His hands came and rested on the small of her back, and let his eyes slip shut. Her hands continued to dance all around his head and he was in love with it.

“Careful baby. You start drifting further, ya gonna start purrin’ like one of them barn cats we got out back.” She chuckled out. Elvis opened his eyes again to see his wife wipe her hands on the towel. His gaze shifted over to the mirror and was pleased to see that his hair finally looked how he wanted it to.

“Now how is it, that I can fight all day and night long with my hair and it don’t lay down. But you spend five minutes runnin’ ya hands through and it behaves for you? That’s some bullshit, lil mama.” He was joking of course, but the way he said it could’ve fooled anyone. Elvis placed a hand on her waist and carefully placed a kiss to her cheek before moving to put on his accessories. He didn’t want to mess up the hair she spent so long doing. He opened the curtains to let in just a little bit of light and turned around to see his wife putting her jewelry on. All of it; her engagement ring, wedding band, necklaces. The last to go on was a wax seal styled gold necklace that had Elvis’ initials in it, but she couldn’t get the clasp right. He came up behind her and gently took the necklace from her hands while she silently moved her hair.

“There you go, mama,” he wrapped his arms around her and looked int the mirror at them, “God damn we are one hot couple. Dontcha think Satnin?” He asked, gazing deep into her eyes through the reflective glass. She placed her arms on top of his and leaned back into his embrace.

“We sure are, daddy. Come on. We gotta get ready for Lisa Marie.” Reluctantly they unwound themselves from each other. Before they could depart entirely, she reached up and kissed Elvis. It had quickly become her favorite thing in the world to do. When she pulled away, she wiped her thumb across his lips.

“Sorry baby. Got some lipstick on ya.” Once she finished wiping, he pressed a kiss to her thumb and they were off. They went downstairs and made sure that the house was all ready to go, then hopped in the Cadillac to go to the airport. Elvis had placed a call before they left the house to make sure that the jet was all ready to go before they got there. It was their week with Lisa and they intended to make the most of it. The ride to the airport was uneventful, besides Elvis making the mandatory stop by the fans in front of Graceland for autographs and photos. Finally, on the jet and able to relax, Elvis let his wife snuggle up to his side. She rested there comfortably, reading a book while he looked out the window. He watched Memphis pass them by and the clouds as they flew across the country. His knee bounced up and down, and it didn’t go unnoticed by his wife.

“You alright there, baby?” Her hand came to rest on his shaking knee, and Elvis looked down at her. He smiled but it didn’t reach his eyes. He placed his hand on top of hers and gave it a squeeze.

“I’m okay, Satnin. Ain’t gotta worry ‘bout me.” Elvis tried to convince her, but she wasn’t buying it.

“Elvis, I’m your wife. I know you better than you know yourself,” she leaned up to look him directly in the eye, “come on. What’s going on with ya baby? You ain’t usually like this.” Her hands drifted into his hair, which provided the man some comfort. He took in a deep breath, and moved his wife to his lap.

“Do you- do you think that I’m doin’ a good job?” He asked timidly. She gazed at him curiously.

“Of course, baby. You always do a good job. You take care of others, your fans love ya. You take care of your own-” Elvis cut her off gently.

“No, no. That ain’t what I mean. Do you- do you think- I’m a good father?” He couldn’t look in her eyes when he asked the vulnerable question. But her heart broke to see how depressed the question made her husband.

“Oh daddy. Now what brought this on? You know you are. Lisa loves you, baby. Why are you doubtin’ yourself?” She questioned carefully. It wasn’t often that Elvis let his insecurities get the better of him. He didn’t put up a confident front, but rather he chose not to focus on the insecurity. Elvis didn’t have the time to focus on his insecurities, or let himself feel bad. He had too many people relying on him to focus on that kind of thing. But recently, with his time off that he took off in preparation for his daughter coming to town.

“W-w-w-well, I-I-I’m just sayin’ doll. I can’t help but feel like I should be doin’ more. I’m not doin’ enough for Lisa or even Priscilla who raises her as well. I wanna be a good father, like my daddy, but I’m just… I don’ know mama.” Elvis’ head came to rest on his wife’s shoulder and he nuzzled into her neck. He didn’t want to face her while he bared his soul open. But her hands ran through his hair, messing it up but neither one of them cared too much. Elvis needed comfort, and his wife wanted to provide that.

“Elvis, baby. You are such a good daddy to Lisa. And you’re a good man to Priscilla. You have so much love in your heart baby. And you’re navigatin’ a difficult situation. But you workin’ with Priscilla to help raise Lisa Marie for the betterment of the girl. She loves her daddy, and she knows that her daddy loves her. Don’t you ever question that.” Her hands moved from Elvis’ hair to his face. She gently moved his face so that he was looking directly into her eyes. The sadness in his eyes broke her heart. Ever so delicately, she leaned in and pressed gentle kisses all over his face, missing his lips.

Elvis shut his eyes and let his wife’s gentle caresses smooth him. The amount of love he could feel pour out of her nearly brought him to tears. He relaxed into her awaiting arms and let himself finally decompress and get everything out before getting his daughter. He never wanted to bring his daughter into his lifestyle, and he certainly didn’t want to bring his work home to her. She felt his muscles fully relax underneath him. It made her feel good to be able to let her husband be this exposed to her. His soul and heart was raw and unfiltered. It was for her to experience in its unchained entirety, and her alone.

“How do you always know how to make me feel better, Satnin?” Elvis questioned, leaning further into her hands, still not opening his eyes. He felt her smile rather than saw it.

“Just know how to take care of my baby. Now, what do you say to takin’ a nap? We’ve still got a couple hours before we touch down.” Elvis nodded his head and let his wife pull him towards the bed the was located in the in the jet. He fell onto the bed and pulled his wife into his chest, allowing himself to rest and enjoy the comforting presence of his wife.

In just a couple of hours, the Presleys had touched down in LA where a blacked out car was waiting for them. They rode in the back, only bringing the necessary security needed. There was no need to have excessive security for this trip. The weather in Los Angeles was lovely and the sun was bright overhead. Priscilla’s house was coming near, and Elvis started getting antsy. His knee was bouncing again, to which his wife placed a hand on it to try and still her husband. He placed his hand on top of hers and brought it to his lips to kiss. The driver pulled around to the front of the house, and the Presleys barely had time to get out of the car before the front door of the house had opened. Elvis helped his wife out of the house and felt his daughter barrel into his legs. He laughed and turned around in his daughter’s arms before he picked her up.

“Lisa Marie! Hi baby!” Elvis exclaimed, hugging her close to him. He placed kisses on her head and face as she giggled. His wife came up beside Elvis, and Lisa reached out for her. Elvis transferred his daughter to his wife, and watched them interact with fond eyes. The man looked over towards the front door, only to see another set of eyes watching the scene fondly. Priscilla waited by the front door with her daughters favorite toy that came with her everywhere. Elvis walked up to his former wife and she welcomed him with open arms.

“Hey Cilla.” He gently said, wrapping his arms around her.

“Hey Elvis.” She responded, giving him a squeeze before letting him go. She looked back to her daughter and Elvis’ wife. The two were interacting so warmly, and it made her heart swell. Elvis turned his eyes to the scene as well and felt so much love for his wife and daughter.

“They’re good together.” Priscilla leaned against the door; Elvis was right next to her, and agreed.

“Yeah. She seems to be good in the life.” His wife and daughter were now both sitting on the ground, while Lisa Marie showed her the new doll she had received. His wife was thoroughly invested in the story of the doll and all the adventures she had already gone on.

“Lisa asked me if she was going to be her new mommy, ya know?” While Priscilla mentioned this casually, never taking her eyes off the two girls in front of her; Elvis turned so fast to her that he was afraid of whiplash. She turned to the man and smiled at his shocked face.

“Ain’t no one gonna replace you, Cilla. You are Lisa Marie’s mother. Now, I love my wife; but she ain’t tryin’ to replace ya.” He tried to speak as fast as he could but Priscilla only laughed.

“Elvis, calm down. I know that I’m not being replaced. I just wanted to let you know. Lisa loves her; and I’m glad that you have someone in your life that’s taking care of you.” The look on her face was sincere. Elvis was shocked at how much she was genuinely happy for him. There was no trace of jealousy, or malice, in Priscilla’s face or voice. He smiled at her, and felt his heart get a little lighter.

“Thank you Cilla. That really means a lot to me, and I know that she appreciates it.” Elvis said quietly; his daughter and wife coming near. Lisa’s smile was big as she held her step-mother’s hand, and his wife’s smile matched her.

“Priscilla! How are you, dear?” She came up and the women embraced. They both had a smile on their faces as they gently talked. Lisa came up and held her father’s hand. He looked down at his beloved baby girl and crouched down to talk to her.

“You ready to go to Graceland, baby girl?” The young girl nodded excitedly at her father. He stood back up and collected his wife while Lisa said one last goodbye to her mother. Elvis collected his girls, and sent a wave back to Priscilla. He helped his girls into the car and felt the car moving underneath him. On the car ride back to the airport, Lisa started talking to Elvis and her step mother about her stay with her mother and everything that happened. She sat in between the two adults and talked as fast as her little heart could go. His wife sat there, intently listening to her stories.

Elvis watched his girls, and he couldn’t believe his luck. He had a career where he could take care of his loved ones, the ability to do what he loved for his fans, a daughter and a loving wife. Things had not worked out with Priscilla; while they would likely never get back together, he was thankful that they could work everything out for the sake of Lisa Marie. It wasn’t how he thought that life was going to work out for him, but he was okay with it as long as it didn’t change.

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[pupcuck]

Cherry! Ship your mutuals with characters you think match them!

omg ok excuse me I did diff versions of leon cuz idk who people like!! and sorry if ur not on here omg i don’t talk to very many people 😭

@wherenymphsroam lune literally deserves di leon n di jill at once they can play house with you mom n dad fr

@kastelixa vendetta leon cuz he won’t hesitate to shoot you in the face or re4r so you can play fortnite or whatever.

@br0therfuckers it’s either di leon bc! dad bf or nero bc he loves sweethearts n would be so grossly sappy for you

@onismdaydream PERCEEE I think chris and claire. redfield tagteam and re4r leon.. just bc . brother leon is him :3

@kalashnikovas user girlfridged i think u need re6 leon bc idk u would do him good i think it’s just a hunch… and im right

@snowzbun DAMNATION LEON. sappy n pathetic n head over heels bc u deserve that and ASHLEY bc i think u r just two peas in a pod omg and she would spoil you

@bratphilia mr afton duhhhh but damnation leon cuz he’s uncle leon.. idk why u remind me of him

@iwantyouinacage vendetta bc he’s the meanest and I think to a certain extent ami would enjoy that :3 and idk if you’ve played outbreak but kevin for some reason…

@90sbee ada without a doubt, but also for some reason ashley? going off ur rbs… think ashley would love u LMFAO

@petwifed MIMI HAII :3 ik ur not primarily into re but i just think you would really match either di leon or vendetta LMFAO

@angelofwoe RE2R DUHHH!!! WHO ELSE!!! literally when i see u pop up on my tl i think of him 😭

#inbox 💌

[haikyuuwaifu]

Ch.24

Genre: Drama, Angst

Warnings: Swearing

MASTERLIST

OSAMU STANDS HIS GROUND

Y/n felt her heart rate increase as she took in the sight of Himiko’s grandmother. “Mimi, what are you doing here?” Himiko simpered, fluttering her lashes at the older woman. “Don’t give me that bullshit Himiko. I heard everything you were spittin just now. Always knew you were a little bratty shit.” The old woman hissed, stepping further into the restaurant. Looking over at Y/n, Himiko’s Mimi smiled. “Come here sweet girl.” She called, ushering the woman over. Y/n made her way over, pulling the old woman into the tightest hug she could muster. “God, It’s been a while Mimi.” She laughed, her eyes watery. “It sure has. I hear ya been busy, makin a life here in the big city.” Y/n nodded against the woman’s shoulder as Osamu’s mother gave her a friendly squeeze on her arm. 

“After ya called me, I had to go get Mimi and bring her here. There’s no way I’m lettin that witch, her parents, or your shitty parents ruin all the hard work the two of ya been puttin in here.” Osamu’s mother stated, glaring at the other occupants in the restaurant. Mimi let go of Y/n, and motioned for Osamu to make his way over. “It’s nice to meet you Osamu, I’m that wretched girls grandmother. Y/n’s Nana was my best friend.” She informed, as Osamu bowed. “No need for that. You’ll be my grandson-in-law someday if I have anythin to say about it.” She teased as Y/n let out a noise. “Mimi! You’re just as bad as Nana.” The woman scoffed shaking her head. For the first time all morning, Osamu smiled. “Can I get ya anythin to drink while we wait for the police?” He whispered, leaning down so he could hear her better. “How bout some tea and a plate of your best Onigiri. Throw some dumplings in there too sweet boy.” She stated, giving his cheek a pat. “You idiots find a chair and park your asses.” She bellowed, causing the other adults in the room to shudder. “We’re dealing with this dirty laundry now.”

Himiko’s grandmother drank her tea and munched on her food. Humming and complimenting Osamu between every bite. Himiko, her parents, and Y/n’s parents were nervous. Y/n’s parents wanted her to quit this silly dream she had wanting to work in the food industry. They felt that it was beneath them and they had prepared her to take over. Himiko’s parents spoiled their daughter too much, and had no qualms with setting up their future son-in-law with a job they felt was more fitting of his future station. Himiko was just a selfish bitch that wanted to see Y/n suffer. Unfortunately for the group of them, Himiko’s Mimi was no fool. Finishing off her tea, the matriarch of Himiko’s family sighed, deeply. “When Y/n’s Nana died, I promised her I’d look after Y/n.” She began, leaning back in her chair. “I did the best I could, trying to be fair between the two of you.” She stated, glaring at Himiko. “And it is absolutely disgusting that you would steal her confession and take it for yourself.” She hissed, causing Himiko to shrink into her seat. “It was a long time ago Mimi.” The woman whispered, her voice small. “You say that like it wasn’t a big deal, and I’d believe ya, if I knew ya really loved him.” Her Mimi scoffed, rolling her eyes. “She does love him!” Himiko’s mother sniffed, causing her mother-in-law to snort. “We all know it’s bullshit. She’s just a selfish brat that’s treatin this poor boy like he’s just a piece of property and not a person.” 

Glaring at Y/n’s parents, Mimi hissed. “And the two of you ought to be ashamed of yourselves. Getting involved in Himiko’s scheme. Against your own daughter no less!” She shouted, shaking her fist. Y/n reached out to settle the woman, worried she might hurt herself. “She wasn’t meant to work in a hovel like this.” Her father sniffed, causing Y/n to roll her eyes. “This isn’t just some fucking hovel.” Osamu hissed, slamming his hand on the table. “This is my place of fuckin business. This is my fuckin dream, and if it wasn’t for Y/n, I don’t know where it would be no thanks to ya no good fuckin daughter.” Osamu glared, as Y/n’s parents shrinked back. “Ya have no fuckin idea just how smart ya daughter is. How amazin she is and how much this place has come alive with all her fuckin help.” Y/n’s parents had always pushed their daughter to follow in their families footsteps. They never understand why her grandmother was adamant to teach the girl how to cook. “She was meant to run the family business.” Her father snarled, standing up to Osamu. “I’ll let that business burn to the fucking ground.” Y/n scoffed rolling her eyes. “I don’t fuckin want it. I never fuckin wanted it, so quit trying to force me to do it.” The police had finally arrived, and Y/n sighed in relief. “I’m done havin this conversation. I’m not dealin with the business anymore, so the two of ya can take your asses home and fuck off.” Y/n’s parents were going to argue, but Himoko’s Mimi gave them a glare. “Don’t even think about it. You two are in a shit load of trouble.” Osamu was going to say something to Y/n, but she was already making her way toward the door.

“Take care of this.” Atsumu grumbled, patting his brother’s shoulder. “When she’s ready, I’ll let ya know.” It’s not what Osamu wanted to hear, but if it’s what Y/n needed, he would respect it.

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#still into you #haikyuu smau #smau #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x female reader #osamu imagine #osamu x reader #osamu scenario #osamu x female reader

[chicinsilk]

US Vogue May 1967 ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

One of the great young beauties, Candice Bergen…American to the life, soaring in the movies her next film, 20th Century-Fox's "The Day the Fish Came Out" a girl on the go. Going vivid in a quick little dress of taxicab-yellow linen. (Dress repeated, left, on a mannequin, showing the bare, square back, the high, drawstring-tied waist.) By B.H.Wragge.Sunny yellow earrings by Mimi di N. Candice's coiffure, by Carita.

Photo Bert Stern

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#us vogue #vogue cover #may 1967 #candice bergen #20th centery fox #bert stern #carita #b.h.wragge #mimi di n #sixties #fashion 60s #the day the fish came out #yellow minidress #yellow style

[generalsmemories]

hiii for your event (CONGRATS BY THE WAY!!!) I'd like to request

"hey, no crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry" with jing yuan please and thank you

Warmth of the living

✧ jing yuan x gn!reader

✧ prompts used: "hey, no crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry" || 1k event

✧ content: established relationship, hurt/comfort, spoilers for xianzhou storyline, we are still stuck in the jing yuan recovery era after phantylia fight

✧ a/n: istg if this man goes into the next patch half beat up and ready to intervene i'm actually sentencing him to a house arrest cause GODDAMN. in a way this can be seen as an alt version of my other fic 48 hours tbh. i just can't imagine any other scenario where that sentence specifically is used by itself than the recent events - so sorry for the same sorta events, i'll make sure it's the last one though!

NOT BETA-READ CAUSE I LITERALLY WROTE THIS ALL IN 30 MINUTES THE MOMENT I GOT SOME MOTIVATION FOR IT HAHA

"Lady Bailu is taking care of him as we speak, [Name]. Please excercise some patience and believe in her - she's not titled the best healer of Luofu for no reason," Fu Xuan tries to comfort as you pace back and forth at the Seat of Divine Foresight - a hand massaging her temples as she looks towards the mountains of unopened scrolls needing to be read through within the day, "... If it helps, I've also foreseen that he won't be in any immediate danger. He's fine and he's going to recover."

That diviner noticed that her assurance seemed to ease you to the point you let out a long shaky exhale before sitting down at one of the steps leading to the grand desk, combing a hand through your hair for the nth time, "You haven't rested either with helping both me and Qingzu arrange documents and various meetings with the Six Charioteers. Why don't you try to take a walk outside the Exalting Sanctum?" Fu Xuan suggests, but you merely shake your head with a chuckle.

"If I leave you'll be more overwhelmed than you already are. Qingzu is even starting to pity you, lady Fu Xuan," you start, taking a deep breath in before standing up again, "Besides, if I leave the Seat, I just know I'll go running to where he is, I don't think that would help any of us now, would it?" you say with a light-hearted chuckle.

Fu Xuan didn't comment on the fact that your voice was trembling slightly as you spoke.

You can visit the general now. Please bring me some tuskir wraps, I'm hungry.

The message was sent as you had just placed a plate of food in front of Yanqing, almost dropping the contents entirely over the table if the young lieutenant didn't notice the grip you had on it falter and catching it in time, "Woah- [Name] I was looking forward to eating your food today! What would I do if you just suddenly do something like... that..." Yanqing's words died down when he saw your widened eyes, but a quick look at the sender of the message made him let out a relived sigh, only leaning back and picking up his chopsticks, "Why not visit the general instead of staring at your screen like that? It's not like you will be able to be able to teleport yourself to his location by doing that."

Yanqing's words made you snap out of your surprise, rushing towards the entrance, "Lock up after me! And give-"

"Mimi her food, I know! Just go!"

You knew that your worry was not needed. You knew that no matter how much you worried and that no matter how many times you wished for things to go differently that day that none of it would happen, "What happens and what has happened will inevitably stay like that no matter how much you try to alter it. And if my life can ensure that the rest of Luofu can stay safe then that is ultimately the best outcome in the long run, don't you agree, dear?" is what Jing Yuan had told you after the both of you had gone through his initial plan to handle the crisis.

You knew that he was right, which was why you bit your tongue and confirmed his plan. As the general of Luofu and as an official handling the lives of the people - you both knew that his plan, although reckless would yield the best results instead of sacrificing lives where it was not needed.

You knew.

But as you stand before him in person and get a thorough look at him you can't help but wish things had gone differently that day when he came to you with a final plan - a final play.

You wished that you had let your selfish mind overtake your logical mind for a second and beg him to come up with something else. Anything that didn't involve setting himself in danger.

But you didn't, and now you're seeing the very consequences of not doing so in front of you.

His skin is paler than usual, there's bandages wrapped around his torso, his forearms and even a few of his fingers. The usual spark in his eyes are dimmed slighty. There's an air of exhaustion around him, like he's trying his best to stay awake even though he desperately wants to sleep, but his smile is still the same.

The same reassuring, convinning and gentle smile he gives you when you greet him at the Seat of Divine Foresight, when you return home after work and he's home before you and when you run into each other on the streets of Luofu. And yet you can't find yourself to smile back, your fingers tightly twisting the material of your garments while you struggle to let out a word, a sound or anything at all to even try to match his own effort to reach out to you.

But you can't, you can't bring yourself to speak, and every time you open your mouth you can only make a tiny sound that sounds like a wheeze. But before you can try to recollect yourself, your eyes widen when Jing Yuan forces himself to sit in an upright position, snapping back to reality when you hear his quiet grunt of pain.

However you're not able to tell him to lay back down again (as Bailu had instructed he does) before he grabs a hold of your hands and pulls you into his arms with quiet coos and a low chuckle, "No crying... I thought we said we wouldn't cry over things like this?" he whispers, pulling slightly back to instead cup your cheeks, thumbs caressing the few tears that had managed to fall down from your eyes with a gentle gaze.

It tears you utterly apart how your wellbeing is still his priority than his own recovery.

"That... was a different... situation," you manage to squeeze out, bringing your hands up to rub the tears away yourself.

You didn't know when the tears began to form, nor when they began to fall.

"I know I'll lose you one day to the mara, as much as you're aware that you might lose me to it as well - and that's what we promised not to cry over! We never agreed to this sort of situation!" you croak out, trying your best to stop the tears from flowing. You know it's a silly comparison - Jing Yuan would much rather die out in the battlefield protecting the Luofu and the alliance than fall victim to the curse. You know, but your selfish self won't accept that outcome - even though you know such an outcome is the best for the general of Luofu.

"I agreed to this plan of yours, yes. I also agreed knowing that you're essentially putting your own life at risk yes, but still!" you sob, raising a closed fist to lightly beat down on his already battered body, "Knowing that you still came back safe just made every possible scenario of things that could go wrong and knowing they didn't and that you're here right now- scolding me of all things for crying in relief just makes this seem more surreal so you out of everyone can't fault me for actually crying because I was preparing a starskiff for the soul-soothing ceremony in the background for aeons sake," you rasp out, ending the whole rant with a saddened chuckle.

Jing Yuan merely laughs in return, one arm wrapping around your waist while his free hand pushes your head into his chest while gently patting your head, his body shaking with his soft chuckles when he feels your tears wet his garments again, "I'm fine dear, I just need to be in bedrest for a while. I'm not leaving anytime soon, so stop those tears, okay? You know I can't handle it when you cry," he whispers, bending his head down slightly to kiss the crown of your head softly.

"Just let me cry this one out, I don't think I've cried for a good couple of years," you murmur, burying yourself further into his chest, the arms you have wrapped around him squeezing a tiny bit - making Jing Yuan let out a small yelp of surprise from the force.

He's warm, you notice. His heart is beating and you can feel his chest rise up and down with every breath he takes. You can feel his fingers run through your head, you can hear the his nonchalant commets of his observations of the room in the commission amidst the otherwise silent room. And you can feel his whole body when he shuffles a bit to rest his back to the wall while he himself tries to squeeze you a bit tighter to reassure you.

Everything indicating that he's alive for another day.

And only after that do you finally feel like you can breathe again.

another request that had the same scenario in it!

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail x you #honkai star rail imagines #hsr x you #hsr x reader #hsr imagines #star rail x reader #star rail imagines #star rail x you #jing yuan x reader #generalsmemories 1k event

[bagerfluff]

Maybe Prom Isn't So Bad

Older Izumi Koushirou x Non-Binary Reader

Prompt - Prom

“No Taichi. I’m not going to prom”, Koushiro said.

This was the fifth time Koushiro’s said it and if he has to say it again Koushiro is going to hit Taichi over the head. As you may have guessed tonight was the most valued and anticipated night of a high schoolers life, prom.

Well, most valued and anticipated is you weren’t Koushiro. Koushiro had no plan to go to prom. Why would he? He had no date, not that it matters.

Koushiro would much rather spend time at home with his laptop. Just the thought of spending an entire night with people with bright lights and drunk kids made Koushiro shiver.

So no, Koushiro had no plan to go to prom.

But Taichi had other plans. He wanted Koushiro to go, why, because apparently Koushiro couldn’t ‘stay at home during this monumental moment’. Koushiro thought he could.

Nothing really important happened during prom. That’s what Koushiro’s data said. Nothing was going to happen and the things that happened weren’t going to be anything more than laughs in the future.

It’s not like you met a life partner during prom.

But no matter how many times Koushiro said no, Taichi kept trying to convince Koushiro to go. Taichi had a habit of putting his mind to something and never stopping till he dies trying or it works.

That was something Koushiro admired about Taichi, just not right now. ‘“Come one Kou, what's the worst that could happen?” Taichi asked from his position on Koushiro’s bed.

Taichi was laying on Koushiro’s bed with a fake sad smile that Koushiro couldn’t see because his gaze was on his laptop. Taichi got up from laying to sit crisscrossed in the middle of Koushiro’s bed.

“Come on Koushiro, everyone's going to be there” “Why does that mean I have to be there”, Koushiro countered. It wasn’t like the team didn’t meet every Friday to hang out.

“Because it will be fun to hang out”, Taichi was whining now. “But we did that yesterday. Yesterday was Friday. And since there was no school that means Koushiro could spend the entire day on his laptop.

A perfect day if you ask Koushiro.

“Maybe if you go you’ll see Y/n”, Taichi teased. Koushiro blushed but he refused to let Taichi see that. Who was Y/n? They were a student in Koushiro’s home room.

They talked everyday and Koushiro liked talking to them. They were one of the few people to listen when Koushiro started rambling. They were pretty too. That’s how Koushiro developed a crush on Y/n.

How Taichi found out was a mystery, but Koushiro didn’t like it. Just the thought of seeing Y/n made Koushiro’s heart thump in his chest. Y/n were kind, funny, pretty, and confident.

Also all of the things Koushiro wasn’t

Koushiro now wanted to say yes, but that was illogical. There was no way to find out if Y/n was going to the prom. “There is no way to know if Y/n is going”, Koushiro said as he got back to typing on his laptop.

He hadn’t even realized he had stopped when Taichi mentioned Y/n. “You could ask them”, Taichi asked in that stupid teasing voice. No. That was stupid. Koushiro couldn’t and wouldn’t ask Y/n.

That would look weird. Plus, why would it matter if Y/n was going to prom. It’s not like anything would happen. Plus if something did happen it would make things awkward when Koushiro saw Y/n on Monday.

So no, “I’m not going”, Koushiro thought and said.

Taichi sighed and got up off Koushiro’s bed. “Well I have to leave, but at least think about it. It starts at nine so if you are going make sure to get a suit or something”, Taichi said before leaving.

The last thing Koushiro heard was Taichi closing Koushiro’s door. Koushiro sighed, finally, Koushiro could work in peace. But when Koushiro looked at his screen he found he couldn’t focus.

He kept thinking about the prom and Y/n. Koushiro let out a groan and smacked his head on his desk.

Guess Koushiro was going to have to find a suit.

“Omg yes I’ll help you”, Mimi yelled and Koushiro wished she didn’t.

Koushiro didn’t need the world knowing he was going to prom. After Taichi left, Koushiro found that he couldn’t stop thinking about prom. So Koushiro decided that he was going to go, but he was going to leave if anything didn’t happen.

Which means Koushiro was going to leave within the first hour. But Koushiro didn’t have any suits or something, as Taichi said. So Koushiro thought about who could help him.

He didn’t want his mother or father knowing that would be a problem. Koushiro couldn’t do it, no way, talking to the store clerks got Koushiro nervous. So Koushiro went to his friends, and that led him to Mimi, and that led to Koushiro standing outside a suit store or something with Mimi.

“Just leave it to me”, Mimi said with a grin that scared Koushiro. Mimi then grabbed Koushiro’s hand and started dragging Koushiro though the store. Koushiro could only notice a few things as he was dragged at the speed of light.

There weren’t many people in the store. Most of them were around Koushiro’s age. Koushiro knew that they were also shopping for prom stuff.

This store sold just about anything a teenager needed for any formal gathering. Dresses, makeup, shoes, and suits. When Mimi finally stopped, she and Koushiro were standing in front of a bunch of suits.

Everywhere Koushiro looked there were suits.

They looked different from each other. Each suit had a different look, one or two things that made them different from the other. It all made Koushiro nervous. Koushiro felt his palms sweat and his face got a little red.

Mimi dropped Koushiro’s hand and started looking through suits. It was all still a little much from Koushiro. He was thinking about seeing Y/n in whatever they were wearing.

And Y/n seeing Koushiro in what he was wearing. Koushiro’s face got more red. This was all too much. Koushiro wanted to leave, this was a bad idea. Koushiro should just go home and go on his laptop.

And maybe make Mimi promise not to tell the others about this. Koushiro turned around and tried to walk out. Koushiro felt something touch his shoulder.

Koushiro didn’t have any time to do anything before he was turned around and a suit was pressed in front of him. Mimi was looking at Koushiro and the suit with a quizzical look on her face.

It made Koushiro more nervous.

Koushiro couldn’t see the suit that well, but from what he did see, he didn’t like it. It was too formal. Koushiro preferred more comfortable clothes, clothes that flow.

Koushiro knew that would be a problem. “Nope!” Mimi yelled again, catching the attention of more people. That just made Koushiro's hand sweat more.

Mimi put the suit back on the rack and went back to looking through them. Koushiro sighed and glanced to the left. That’s when something caught Koushiro’s attention.

It was a suit, obviously.

But what really caught Koushiro’s attached was the vest that was on the suit. It had a V cut that was showing off a tie. One side was folded over the other and the side that was folded over was cut to kinda look like a triangle.

There were four pockets. Two on one side, two on the other. One was placed near the top and the other was near the bottom. Each side looked the same as the other.

The vest was a dark red, a maroon red if Koushiro was remembering correctly. The dress shirt under it was white and the tie was black. Koushiro liked it. Koushiro liked this vest.

Koushiro walked over to it and stood in front of it. Koushiro heard Mimi make a sound of confusion when she realized Koushiro wasn’t there. But she found Koushiro and walked over to him.

Koushiro felt Mimi look over his shoulder at the vest. Mimi gasped and reached over to take the vest off the rack. Mimi pulled it to her and put a hand on Koushiro’s shoulder so she could turn Koushiro around.

Mimi pressed the suit to Koushiro’s chest and this time Koushiro was a little happy about it. After a few seconds of staring at Koushiro and the vest Mimi looked up at Koushiro and smiled. “It’s perfect”, she yelled. Koushiro didn’t mind that she yelled, he smiled.

Maybe prom was going to be fun.

This was a bad idea.

Koushiro was standing outside the school and nine ten. Koushiro was kinda looking forward to this after he got his suit. Koushiro was wearing it and Mimi was right, it did look good on him.

Koushiro knew why he was here, he really wanted to see Y/n. That made Koushiro’s face go red, he started fidgeting with his bowtie. But what was Koushiro going to do when he saw Y/n?

It’s not like Y/n or Koushiro would confess. Koushiro didn’t even know if Y/n liked him. Oh how did Taichi talk him into this? “Koushiro!” Speaking of Taichi.

Koushiro turned around and looked at Taichi. He was walking towards Koushiro with Yamato by his side. Taichi had a big smile on his face while Yamato had a small one.

Once Taichi reached Koushiro he wrapped his arm around Koushiro’s shoulder and continued walking into the school. Dragging Koushiro into it against his will.

Yamato said nothing and Taichi said everything. “So you did come, I knew you would after I mentioned Y/n”, Taichi whispered the last part and Koushiro was glad for it.

Koushiro blushed more but he was thankful for the fact that the school was dark. They were using the gym as the spot for the dance. Everything was dark, except for the lights on the walls and roof.

They were dim and colorful, but they gave Koushiro a little headache. Koushiro could barely see anything but he saw the crowd of teens. They were dancing to the music that played in the background.

Koushiro didn’t know the song but he didn’t really like it. Koushiro looked around. There were tables on the right and a table full of drinks and food on the left.

The long table with the food and drinks had some teachers standing there giving out food and drinks. There to hand out stuff and to make sure kids don’t spike the drinks.

Koushiro might not go out much but he has watched TV. That was really it for the prom. Koushiro still had no idea why people found this ‘cool’ or ‘amazing’.

Taichi patted Koushiro on the back, “Hope you find them”, Taichi said before leaving. Koushiro glared as Taichi left. Koushiro stood there for a good few seconds before deciding to sit at one of the tables.

The tables were small circles, only a few chairs. Koushiro didn’t mind, he sat and placed his head in his hands. Then Koushiro did what he always did, he watched people from the corner.

It was boring, Koushiro wanted to leave.

His friends found him a few times. They talked to him for a bit before leaving. Koushiro was mostly daydreaming, was it daydreaming if it was night, or was it still daydreaming since you weren’t asleep?

“Never thought I’d see you here Izumi”, Koushiro looked to his left to see Y/n standing. You had on a normal suit, but you looked perfect.

With a small smile on your face and confidence radiating off you as you walked to Koushiro. Koushiro had to look away so you didn’t see his blush.

“Well I am”, Koushiro said. You sat down in a chair, “Looks like you’d rather be anywhere else than here”, you said. Koushiro nodded. You were right, but Koushiro couldn’t leave. Koushiro had found you, or more like you found him.

But still, it wasn’t like Koushiro was going to do anything. “Come on”, you got up and stuck your hand out to Koushiro, “I know the perfect place”. Koushiro looked at your hand.

Were you asking him out? Did you like him? What was happening? Was Koushiro thinking too much about this? You let out a laugh. “You're thinking too much Koushiro. Just come on. I know you want to leave”, Koushiro grabbed your hand.

His palm immediately started sweating. You started walking out of the school and Koushiro followed you. The stars and moon were out and it looked beautiful.

It was more peaceful outside and Koushiro immediately kept better. His headache was going away and he relaxed, despite the fact that you were still holding your hand. You took him to the beach, or near the beach.

You took him to a walkway that stood near the beach. There was a railing that allowed you to look at the beach and the sea. You stood and leaned against the railing and let go of Koushiro's hand.

Koushiro felt sad that you let go, then he felt awkward that he felt sad. You looked out on the sea and Koushiro did the same. The sea moved with the moon and the wind moved with the sea.

It was much better than the prom.

“So why did you go?” You asked. Koushiro looked confused at you. You looked at Koushiro, “You didn’t like the prom, so why did you go?”

Koushiro looked away and blushed. It seemed like the blush never left Koushiro's face since he got here. “I wanted to see you”, Koushiro whispered the last part.

You smiled and moved closer to Koushiro, “What was that darling”, Koushiro looked at you with side eyes and an even deeper blush.

Koushiro was sure that he matched his vest by now. “I wanted to see you”, Koushiro whispered but you heard it this time. You smiled, “go thing I wanted to see you too, how about a date tomorrow”, Koushiro smiled.

“Yeah”, Koushiro stuttered. You laughed, “You're cute when you blush Kou”, Koushiro blushed again. Koushiro looked back at the sea. Koushiro felt your hand on top of his.

Maybe prom isn’t so bad.

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[l3viat8an]

Ro! The JJK leaks destroyed me (literally I fell face-first into a depressive episode) lots of people talking trash and dismissing our feelings, but you know who would be the first one to comfort us??? Levi, that demon would be so ready with warm fuzzy soft blankets, soft pillows, snacks and lots of cuddles until we stopped crying and then some more. I hope you feel better soon too 🧡

Mimi <3 I was actually crying over the jjk leaks man  emotions are a bitch 😭 I really hope we both feel better soon 💕

And Levi would absolutely get it!!!! He’s got sooooooo many extra pillows ‘n blankets in his bathtub, it’s more like a little nest-

Your favorite snacks ‘n drinks on hand and endless cuddles!! He’s not letting you go, until he’s sure you’re feeling better!! Levi’s holding you as close as he can and nodding, letting you vent your emotions or just sit with him quietly.

Levi never really had anyone who understood that it really does hurt when a fictional character that you loved dies…so he wants to make sure he’s there for you <3

Then he’d totally recommend re-watching your favorite comfort anime! Oooor suggest something funny / sweet to watch together!

#wish I could type more comfort tbh- but my wrist hurts too much (a sprained wrist is honestly no joke 😭) #moot mail! #now I need levi cuddles and to cry again kshsjsh #obey me! #obey me levi x reader #levi <333

[60sfactorygirl]

Veruschka photographed by Jack Robinson while modeling a "magnificent collier that flitters like a thousand fireflies" by Mimi di N, 1966.

#veruschka #60s

[starkidwriting]

Unique Family

Summary: A demon child reader survives the best they can against villagers that want them to die. Mk and the gang go on a trip to get errands only available in a certain village. They soon hear a tale of a demon living in an abandoned garden and decide to investigate.

A/n: Hello! I am @starkidblogs and this is my small writing blog! I wanted to keep my main account just for reblogs. So, I made this side account. I will still post and end my other story on that account but any other stories will be posted here. I hope you enjoy reading this Freenoodle x Demon child! reader. Found family type of fiction.

A demon, that's all you are to them. A disgusting demon, that doesn't deserve to exist. You thought as a villager attacked you before he even landed a blow on you. You moved out of the way and he was out cold as he ran into a tree. You giggled a bit as you moved his body to the closet home and walked back to your home. Another day of dealing with everyone wanting to kill you.

Villagers kept coming into your home and failing at ending you. You had to deal with a lot of these encounters. Why? Because you live near a village that was afraid of you. You were a demon. One look at you sends people running away. You did nothing to them, well, nothing that they didn't deserve. Everyone feared you and how "vicious" you were. No one ever listened to your side. Almost everyone despised you except for a woman. Your Mimi, you remember how you met her.

~Flashback~

You were a small (f/c) demon, lost and afraid. You had run away from other monsters that wanted to devour you. You made your way into a garden for safety. Your stomach growl in hungry, and you see some riped (F/f). You decide to eat only a few because you do not want to cause suspicion. As you ate, you didn't notice someone observing you. Hearing a chuckle, you turned to see a tall older lady covering her mouth from laughing. You jumped and were about to make a run for it, but she spoke. "Wait, don't you want some more?" You turn to face them before nodding. She cut and gave you another (F/f).

You ate it before she had time to give you another (f/f). "pretty hungry, uh?" She asked, "a little," you responded before a growl came from your stomach. You blushed as the lady laughed, "how about a hot meal? The name's Mimi." She told you, and you weren't sure what was happening but noticed she was being genuine to you. "My name's (Y/n)." you smiled with stains on your face. That's how you meet your only family in that village.

She took you in hiding, you from other people. She had a hard time hiding you in a busy village. But she did her best, giving you a happy life. Mimi treated you as her child as you stayed with her. You asked her why she was kind to you. She said, "I saw a lost child looking for a place to call home. Now you have one with me." When she said that, you felt happiness and a sense of belonging when you stayed with her for two years.

You hoped it remained like this, but news spread fast about you. A few villagers spotted you one day outside playing a game of tag with Mimi. They believed Mimi was in danger or possessed by you. That night they mobbed her outside of her cottage. They demanded Mimi hand you over to them, but your guardian refused. They gave her one last opportunity to turn you in, but she said, "why are you after a child!" They told her, "That thing is a demon spawn! It needs to stop!" You didn't know what was happening as you hid behind Mimi and saw her covering you from stones hurled at you.

After not giving in, they pulled her away from you and beat her as she tried to protect you from the angry mob. You saw her telling you to run before she died at the mob's hands. They accused you of her death that you could have handed yourself in. Before the villagers could do anything to you, Your eye glowed (F/c) for the next 10 minutes. Everything turned into a blur. You gazed into the orange blaze of igniting homes. As you regained awareness, hearing the screams of terrorized villagers. You wanted to feel satisfaction in the pain that they were feeling, but you couldn't. You felt empty as you went back to your home, where you saw the body of Mimi. She looked like she was asleep. You felt tears drop from your eyes as you cried. Now you were alone.

~End of Flashback~

From that day on, you didn't let anyone set foot in your garden, where her shrine was. You made sure there were warnings signs for them before they made a big mistake in walking in. The villagers wanted you out but did not want to deal with your wrath again. They made a reward for your death. The land you live on would belong to those who can end you. You soon met so many villagers desperate to get rid of you or want your land. You never let them off easy. There were times you almost lost a limb or an eye. After defeating them, you would steal everything they had and throw them back into the village as a sign. 'Stop!!!' Today was the same thing. You sighed as you placed a lit candle on Mimi's shrine under the tree where you first met her. "I miss you, Mimi..." You whisper, frowning as you sit down under the tree and fall asleep.

Mk gang

"Mk, we need to go on an errand run," Pigsy said as he looked around through his chili stash, seeing it empty. "To the Market?" Mk asked, but Pigsy shook his head. "No Mk, to get this kind of chili and spices, we got to go to a village. It's pretty far, but they have the spiciest chili on earth." He said as Tang ate his noodles, hearing his spouse talk about his favorite spices. "I remember that place. It has been a while since we went there. I remember the stories they would tell visitors." Tang said as Mk tried to imagine the place they were going to.

A loud Mei burst into the noodle shop and jumped on mk back. "Mk, I'm bored! It's been too long since we went anywhere fun!" Mei whined as Sandy walked in after her. "Hey guys, anything new with you?" He asked with his smile. Pigsy sighed as he saw mk falling to the ground along with Mei. Tang grinned and said, "well, we are going on an errand run to a village with amazing spices! As well as history! Would you guys want to come?" Mei had starry eyes as she shot up and nodded her head off. "YEAH! THAT WOULD BE SO COOL!" She yelled. Sandy also agreed to join along. "Well, let's get ready cause well be leaving soon," Pigsy said, mk and Mei excited, while Sandy and Tang chuckled at them.

~ Timeskip~

It was time to start their journey to the village in Sandy's van. Sandy was driving, and Pigsy was in the passenger seat giving directions. Tang sat in the back while Mei and Mk looked out the windows to see land and a garden of (F/f). "Woah! That's a lot of (f/f)! Are they also well known for that?" Mk asked his dads. "No, they used to, but something happens, and now it's there vacant." Tang replied while Pigsy said, "yeah, it was about two years ago when it stopped." Mei gasped and smiled "oh! small-town mystery?!"

"Hey guys, we're getting close," Sandy said as they saw homes getting closer. "Woah!! This place is so cool!" Mei said as she started a live stream to show the buildings and people. They stop nearby a farmers market, and we're in awe. Pigsy made his way to his chili and spice dealer. While Tang was babysitting the two enthusiastic kids, Sandy went to see what teas they sold. "Mk! Mei! Stop running around!" Tang yelled while running after them. They saw the homes and land, weaving through the people and having a good time, but they stopped in front of an older man. "Beware, kids, of the demon in the (F/f) garden. Only if you're bold enough to face them!" He said, getting the duo's attention. Tang caught up to them while trying to catch his breath.

"Woah! a demon in the (F/f)? Why are they there?" Mk asked the old man. The old man grinned as mk and Mei sat down near him. " That demon was there to torment an older woman. She was there for a year. Until the people tried and set her free from that monster, but it was already too late. Soon that monster would attack the villages after ending their prey. Now, we beg heros to help us in defeating them. But they come back empty-handed." He coughed before adding, "But if you can defeat them, you get the land that they live." Mei and Mk were more stoked about wanting to solve this small-town mystery than the actual reward.

Tang felt the energy coming off them and wasn't too excited but was curious about the story. 'What happened to that lady? Why would a demon stay that long?'. "Tang, we have to go and solve this mystery!" Mk and Mei say in unison, bringing Tang back to earth. Tang sighed, "Let's wait for Sandy and Pigsy. I hope that they don't want to go." He whispered the last part while walking back to the van. After a while, Sandy found the three. Mk and Mei explained to him about the demon and wanted to expose this mystery. He agreed as Tang tried to tell him no but failed. Pigsy came back to the van and asked, "What's happening? Mk and Mei, did you guys get in trouble?"

Tang shook his head as he said, "Nope, at least not yet." Pigsy was soon bombard by Mei and Mk. "No, now come on, let's go," Pigsy said as he loaded the van with the goods he bought. "But what about the mystery! We can solve it, maybe even defeat the demon!" Mk said while he and Mei put puppy eyes and looked at Tang and Pigsy. Tang sighed, giving in to them. "Fine. We will see this garden, but if anything starts to get dangerous. We are leaving." Pigsy said, not wanting to deal with the puppy eyes anymore, and heard them cheer in victory. They then drive near the entrance of the garden. Seeing warning signs everywhere. Tang shook a bit before asking, "you sure it's a good idea?" But Sandy, Mei, and Mk were already out of the van and into the garden. The two parents' figures groaned before following right behind them.

They found a small cottage. Mk entered first to see if anyone was inside, but it was empty, waving to the others to come in. As they walked in to see it clean, having a plate of uneaten food, a small unlit fireplace, and bookshelves. Tang walked closer to the shelf. He saw it filled with china mythology, worn-out JTTW books, and some folk stories. Mk saw the JTTW books and got excited, asking Tang. "woah! Do you think they're a fan of Monkey king?" Tang shrugged as he looked at them closer. Mei walked around and opened a door leading into a room for a child. "Woah, Did they mention the lady having kids?" She asked as she saw stuffed toys and art of two people with each other.

Pigsy found another room, but it seemed untouched by anyone for a long time. He decided it was best to leave it alone. But he saw the pictures of a woman and child covered in dust, making it difficult to see their faces. Sandy went outside and spotted a shrine with a figure against the tree. "Hey guys, I think there's a kid out there?" He said as walk backed inside. Tang checked out the books while Mk was reading the JTTW books. Pigsy came into the living area asking, "a kid living here? Alone with a demon here? What type of people would leave a kid by themselves?!" He said as he tried not to shout. Tang looked up and was also confused. "That does seem odd? You would think they would take the kid?" Mei chimes in as she joins them in the living room. "Things aren't making any sense." She scratches her head in confusion.

"Well, why don't we talk to this kid? Maybe they have some explanations or clues to this weird mystery." Tang said as he put the book away. "Yeah, but let's be careful. They seem to be asleep next to a shrine," Sandy said as the gang left the cottage. "Maybe a few of us go and talk? To not overwhelm them." Pigsy said, turning in the direction of the shrine. They all see a figure in the distance. Mk spoke up, "How about Mei and I go talk to them?" "Yeah, Mk and I can handle children!" Mei said with a grin as one arm around mk shoulders, both giving a goofy smile. Pigsy sighed before saying. "Guys, as much as you want to help, your energy could scare the kid off. If we aren't careful."

"I agree and think it would be best if Pigsy and Sandy should go," Tang said while Mei and Mk pouted. Until Sandy spoke, "Guys, I would go to help, but I think my height might scare the kid." Tang sighed a bit before changing his answer. "okay, Pigsy and I will go." Pigsy was surprised at his husband's response but nodded in understanding. "Okay, we will be back with the kid and hopefully some explanations." He said as he and Tang walked towards the shrine. As they walked closer, they saw the child's skin becoming more (f/c) and showed their horn. "Pigsy, is it me, or does that child have horns and (f/c) skin?" Tang asked the demon pig. Pigsy was also confused about this.

They walked closer to the shrine and were able to see a picture of a smiling woman. A plate of (F/f), flowers, and candles were on the shrine. They both bowed in respect for coming to what they believed was her home. The pig demon heard sniffles and yawns from the "kid" sleeping on the tree. Tang was surprised and whispered, "Is this the demon they were telling us about? The 'demon' that tormented an old woman?" He rubbed his chin as he tried to make sense of this new information. Pigsy was about to speak but heard the kid whisper "Mimi.." while they nestled with their tail.

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Small a/n: I try making this a gender neutral as possible. Plus this is only half of what i have written so far. HAHAHA Someone help me TuT

#freenoodleshipping #lmk freenoodles #pigsy x tang #lmk x reader #Lego monkie kid #Freenoodle x reader #lego monkie kid x reader #I love the found family trope!!!! #StarKidWritings #g/n reader