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dolliedarlin · 1 year

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UPTOWN GIRL ⏤SHINICHIRO S.

SUM. : when a rich girl meets a mechanic after her new motorbike breaks down, a match made in heaven commences

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G. : mechanic shinichiro x rich girl reader, ; uptown girl inspired fic ; princess and pauper type vibes ; fluff ; some angst ; nobody dies ; modern social status ; yn is rich af ; shinichiro is a humble bike mechanic ; it’s a match made in heaven ; fight me if you dare ; sano siblings want yn as an older sister ; the parents aren’t shit for once

A/N : this has been in the works for quite a while and is the full version of my shinichiro x rich girl reader timestamp 04:40. it’s quite a long fic i’m sorry, if you need to take a break in between, feel free XD, i did go a little bit overboard here. it took me a while to find the perfect title for this fic and when i realised it resembled a scenario from a particular music video, i just had to title it similarly. for those who know, you know ;)

You’re no stranger to the privilege you had being born into such an affluent family; you didn’t need to worry about anything because you had everything you could ever want and more. However, that didn’t mean that you grew up entirely content; the difference in your status compared to many of your school mates was apparent and you easily became ostracised. No one wanted to befriend you as they were too afraid of offending you and getting in trouble whereas those that did befriend you made their greedy intentions very clear.

Understanding your struggle and supporting your decision to live a normal life, your family drew you away from the public eye but still kept you in the circle of luxury and comfort their high social status permitted. You tried to lead an ordinary life but no matter your efforts, because of the blood in your veins, you were naturally gifted and still stood out.

Incredibly studious (your father’s influence), talented in sports and martial arts (your brother’s shared hobby with you) and ethereally beautiful with a heart of gold (your mother’s teachings). It wasn’t just the social divide that excluded you, it was also the positive influence of your family that nurtured your talents and demeanour, it’s by their virtues that you shone despite your desire for an ordinary life.

Truly, if you were asked, you would swear that your only saving grace was your family; they cared for and wished only the best for you. You will be forever grateful to them but there was just one substantial problem…

”Mommy, Daddy,” you spoke softly but sternly, setting down your cutlery so as to emphasise your unwavering stare, “please don’t talk about that when I’m trying to eat,”

”Darling, please try to understand, we’re only a little curious,” you mother excused, pulling an apologetic smile as your father concurred.

”Onii-san should be enough to satisfy your curiosity, he’s going to be proposing soon,” you huff with puffed out cheeks and your father has to resist the urge to reach over and pinch at them, remembering how soft and pudgy they were when you were still a baby.

”Yes but we want two sets of grandchildren,” your father whines, childishly as you try to contain yourself. This is a side to him only you, your family and the (L/N) estate maids, butlers and staff were able to witness; outside the estate, he was a stoic and cool figure that was level headed but charming.

”We want 12 grandchildren, after all,” your mother gushes, unable to contain her excitement, “six from you and six from your brother. If there’s no chance of you having any children then your poor brother and Yui-chan will have to shoulder that responsibility all by themselves,” you hear your brother choke on his calamari, it almost makes you giggle if it weren’t for your mother’s follow up statement, “why don’t we help try and find a good man to court you?”

“Mommy, please!” clear agitation shows in the furrowing of your brows.

You hate these confrontations the most as they bring to light one of the main reasons you’re so envious of your brother. He was able to meet such a lovely girl during his middle school years, someone who doesn’t care about his status or money, she purely loves him for him - it’s magical that they found each other so early on in their youth.

If only you were as lucky but alas, you possessed no good fortune.

Every time you think you’ve found your forever in someone, they always end up secretly coveting your wealth and social status. Either you tell them who you really are and then they have to sign an NDA or they will gauge your un-calculated wealth simply from your expensive car, fashion and perfumes - to them that was enough to cling onto you.

”Third time’s the charm?” your brother attempts to lighten the mood and, although you appreciate the sentiment, the air had already grown too claustrophobic for you to continue to bear.

”I’ve lost my appetite,” you slide out of your chair and stand. Sensing the rising panic in your family despite avoiding their eyes, you quickly reassure them, “don’t worry, I just want to go for a ride,” you take the time to give them each a kiss goodbye on the cheek before leaving with a tightlipped smile. Your family were hesitant but respectful and chose to stay and continue with lunch after watching you leave. They silently hope to make amends once you’ve had the time to cool your head.

At the garage, you see your sweet new ride, a black honda CBR1k Triple-R Fireblade SP. The latest superbike on the market, unbeatable for its cutting edge design and exceeding speeds of 186mph. Just looking at it has your heart racing for something else, already taking your mind off of the troubling confrontation you had over lunch.

A long ride around Tokyo is just what you need to help cool your head. Dressing up in your Louis Vuitton black leather pants and matching leather jacket, your vintage Chanel, rib knit crop top and Doc Martens combat boots, you were ready to ride.

Without a destination in mind and adrenaline in your veins, you’re unable to calculate how much time you’ve spent on the road. Had you not lost yourself in the rush, you would have been able to make better sense of your sudden stop at an unfamiliar road.

”Wh-what?” you exclaim, frustration and sudden panic clouding your judgment as you wheel your bike to the side of the road and begin to inspect it. It was a lost cause, however, as you knew nothing about motorbike anatomy. It’s brand new, how can it have problems already? Exasperated, you frantically look around and spot the perfect place for your bike.

S.S motors. If its name and display of bikes is any indication, then it must be a bike shop that can help you.

Feeling a little more optimistic, you carefully wheel your bike over, avoiding traffic and wishing that the problem isn’t too serious. You park your bike outside the garage doors at the side of the store and enter through the main entrance. Following the metallic noise of tweaking, screwing and banging, you soon find yourself at the doorway of the garage attached to the shop.

”Umm, excuse me,” you voice up to the only person working on the engine of a motorbike, “I need some help please,”

On cue, the black-haired man turns to you as he wipes his hands clean on an already stained towel. You didn’t notice it earlier but he had been smoking a cigarette and blew out a final puff before sending a lazy smile your way with his cigarette laced elegantly between his long, dexterous fingers. He’s nothing like the other guys you’ve been introduced to by your parents. Instead of being in a custom-tailored Armani suit and Gucci tie, he’s in a loose and stained white shirt, the evidence of laborious work seen in his muscular arms and dirtied fingers. His soft, black hair isn’t styled in any way and simply falls down to frame his face naturally. His beauty is only elevated by the slope of his sweet eyes. He looks kind and very handsome. Your heart is going crazy for him in your chest - is this what it feels like to be infatuated by someone? Or are you just going crazy?

”Sure thing, what do you need?” he asks, oblivious to the heat rising in your cheeks. His voice is also very attractive, deep and baritone, smooth like silk but with an edge that tickles your ears with a timid heat.

”M-my bike suddenly broke down, I’ve parked just outside your garage,”

He nods and steps up to some switches and buttons on the wall, with a quick press, the garage door pulls up, “I’ll happily take a look for you,” he gives you another reassuring smile, which you bashfully return before fixing your gaze onto the ground. How can he have such an effect on you? You barely know the guy!

A whistle brings your head up and you watch as he awes at your motorbike, “Is that your ride?” you nod with an incandescent heat in your cheeks and almost squeak at the wide grin he pulls, “I never thought I’d see the new CBR1k Triple-R SP so quickly, didn’t it just release yesterday?”

“I had it pre-ordered…”

‘Is there such a thing?’ Shinichiro ponders thoughtfully. This is the first time he’s ever heard of someone pre-ordering such a highly anticipated superbike. He raises a brow at you but decides not to push for answers, it’s not his job to question customers, he just needs to fix up their bikes.

“Alright, well, while I take a look at your sweet ride, you can sit around in the waiting area back in the shop. I’ll try to be quick,”

“Can’t I stay here?” you blurt out without much thought, almost slapping yourself for being so straightforward. This is very unlike you. He must have you in some sort of spell and he probably thinks you’re some desperate teenage girl, who goes goo-goo, gaa-gaa over boys.

He blinks with surprise but quickly eases back into a soothing smile once more, “I don’t see why not, pull up that stool over there,” he points to a short, foldable stool as you happily go about taking a seat off to his side. No words are exchanged as you stare at him get on with his usual checks. You want to know his name. You want to know his favourite food, his favourite movie, what he does for fun, why he decided to set up a motorcycle shop. You want to ask him everything but know there’s a line you should never cross with a stranger you’ve just met, no matter how handsome he is.

Are you smitten right now?…The simple answer is yes, yes you are.

It’s very new to you but you could do nothing except continue staring at the eye-candy working hard away at your bike. Usually, most of the guys you’re around are sporting glasses of expensive wines, labouring over paperwork or surveying a conference. They bore you. Being able to see a man get his hands dirty and exhibit skills outside of talking with command or indulging in riches was so so…

“It looks like you just ran out of gas,” Shinichiro chuckled after stepping away from the vehicle, “Don’t worry, I did all the other checks just in case there was something else wrong but other than having no fuel, you’re good to go!”

“Oh…” your face immediately heats up, “I…I guess I just panicked,” the two of you share a laugh, yours more so a giggle from the embarrassment, whereas his was a chuckle of amusement. You’re pretty cute.

”It’s alright, are you new to motorcycles?”

“Kinda…” you fiddle with your fingers nervously, it’s a childish habit you’ve sustained but the mechanic before you thinks otherwise, “I’ve always wanted one and now that I have one, I love it so much,”

“That’s good, keep taking care of it,” he finishes as he hands over your keys.

”U-umm! How much do I owe you?”

He shrugs, “It’s alright, there’s no need for payment, it was an easy fix and I’m just happy I got to serve such a pretty lady,” he gives you a flirtatious wink, following it up with a laugh at your flustered expression.

”What about the fuel?” you babble in disbelief. This handsome stranger can’t be kind too, that’s too much for your heart to take! “Pl-please let me pay you back, can I at least get you some lunch?”

“There’s really no need,” he smiles softly, his eyes warm and kind. You can’t look away.

“Oh, okay…”

He can see the hesitation in your face. From your attire, you look like a person who has better things to do than waste time in his humble motor repair shop but you aren’t wanting to leave, it appears.

”Is something wrong?”

“Umm…it’s just disagreements at home…” you confess, hugging yourself for comfort. Now that the adrenaline is gone, you realise that you can’t run away forever; you still need to face your parents again but you’re not ready for that yet. Knowing them, they’ll try to push for you to meet someone and you don’t want that - you’re not ready for that.

“Sometimes, it’s better to let it out than keep it all inside and if its to a stranger, chances are, you probably aren’t ever gonna see me again, so…”

He’s offering you his time and a listening ear, which you deeply appreciate and, although you start off hesitant, you ultimately take him up on his offer. The two of you sit down first before you unload everything. His expression doesn’t change, he just listens to you, nodding along to some of your statements and giving you the occasional pat on the back whenever you seem to get a little too emotional. When it’s finally over, you feel as though you can breathe again, leaning into his shoulder from how weightless and relaxed you finally feel. It’s amazing.

“All better?”

“Yeah…” you smile up at him, “thank you so much,”

”No worries,” he smiles at you once again as the heat in your cheeks reappears from the proximity of your faces, “But I recommend you talk to your parents, it seems as though they really care for you,” you recoil from him, embodying your protest over his suggestion.

“But-!”

“Trust me, I may not have known you for long but from what you’ve said, they love you more than you may think. And besides, you’ll have to face them again sooner or later; why not now?”

“Alright…I’m trusting you,” he nods and sends you on your way. Ironic how you put such trust in a stranger.

Hopefully he won’t be a simple stranger for long…

“Drive safe!” he warns carefully as he waves you off, eyes remaining on you even when you’re finally out of view.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

He was right…Who knew?

But you were grateful.

Following his advice, you talked things out with your parents and like the understanding, compassionate people they were (especially for their children), they told you that “what matters most is your happiness,”.

A week passes and you can’t get that handsome, consoling bike mechanic out of your mind. You have to meet him again. And, this time, not forget to ask for his name!

So here you are, facing your beloved new black Honda CBR1k Triple-R Fireblade SP with one of your father’s old golf clubs gripped tightly in both hands but from the accumulation of sweat in your palms, the slender body of the club continually attempts to slip away from your hold. You’re nervous.

Is this a good idea?

You really want to meet him again but you can’t just show up with…nothing…that’ll be too awkward!

No! Sacrifices have to be made!

Raising the club in your hands, you’re about to hammer down when you’re halted by the sound of the garage door opening and the heels of your mum walking in only to stop when she sees you. After a moment of tense silence, she makes her way over, lowers your raised arms, sets aside the golf club and brings you into a warm embrace.

“Dear, I hope you know that mommy loves you with all her heart and, whether you are going through something or not, you can always come to me, okay?”

Nodding with your lips trembling in humiliation, you see your hesitant and troubled mother off before facing your bike once more. You aren’t ‘going through’ anything! You just want to see him again! This is a necessary sacrifice!

BANG! BANG! CLANK!

“Uhhh…Damn. Huh!…” Shinichiro laughs humourlessly at the state of your bike, “It looks like someone tried to beat the hell out of your bike but didn’t know where to properly aim the strikes so you’re pretty lucky that there aren’t any serious damages,”

“Y-yup! Lucky me…” you sweat nervously, avoiding his beguiling eyes.

He hit the nail on the head and he knows it, if the devious smirk he tried to hide when turning away from you was any indication. He thought you were interesting before but you’ve caught his full attention now.

You’ve got to be the cutest girl he’s ever met.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

It doesn’t take more than a week to have your bike be sparkling new again but you keep visiting Shinichiro’s motor shop regardless, smiling happily and never shying away from opportunities to be close to him or be of help.

You frequent his shop so often, you’ve gotten into bringing your uni work with you to pass the time productively. Shinichiro can’t always be around you, he had to tend to other buying customers and work on bike repairs as well so you needed to earn your keep of stay around him by not getting in his way.

Seeing him working away on bikes in his usual, casual attire is a double edged sword. Even though the sight motivated you to work hard on your assignments, it was also a cause for many of your distractions. Does he know how sexy his back looks? Through the thin fabric of his white shirt, you can see the muscles of his back flex and contract as he toils away at a screw or a particular part of any bike he was working on. And because he’s using his arms and upper body so much his shoulders are really broad while his waist remains relatively slender, it makes you want to wrap your arms around him and squeeze tightly. You’re so smitten that you think the curls of his hair brushing up against the back of his pale neck was cute too.

He must know how besotted you are by now…right?

“She’s staring at you again,” Wakasa alerts, helping his friend out with retrieving the appropriate tools for the right parts.

“Is she now?” the former delinquent commander muses, unable to stop the smile from curling up the edges of his lips. He continues with his current repair work as if he didn’t have the reputation of the guy who was rejected 20 times and now finally has a chance with someone, who was way out of his league.

“You aren’t going to say anything?” his friend raises a brow at his unusual behaviour.

“Can you pass me the flat-head screw driver, please?”

Wakasa does so and sighs in sympathy, his eyes tracing over your lovestruck expression, “it’s a shame, really…she has the worst timing,” Shinichiro laughs at the truth of his friend’s statement. If it was a few months ago, he would have been over the moon to know that such a cute and sweet girl openly liked him but after introducing Izana to Mikey and Emma, he was more focused on helping his younger siblings get along and managing his bike shop than romance, “you really aren’t going to do anything?”

Shinichiro avoids the question, choosing instead to look closer at the engine of the bike he was working on. It’s not as if he dislikes you, in fact, he thinks you’re adorable and definitely someone he would mutually pin for but that was the problem. He swore to prioritise his family over anything else and so doesn’t know how to answer the question himself; silence, was his best response.

“Well…if you’re not going to step up, I’m not letting such a cute girl pass,” Wakasa barely rises from his perch before Shinichiro is already standing firmly before him with an unwavering stare.

“I think I’m done with this bike, can you bring in the next bike scheduled for a repair? I’m gonna ask (Y/N) to leave and go for a smoke,”

“Whatever you say, commander,” Wakasa chuckles and gets to work with a hidden smirk of triumph. Too easy.

“(Y/N),” Shinichiro calls as he approaches you, the hand in his pocket searching for something.

“Shin!” you perk up with a bright smile, the man raising a brow at the sudden nickname you address him with but doesn’t object; it’s a cute nickname that only you are allowed to call him from now on, “are you finished? Do you want to grab lunch together?”

“Actually,” Shinichiro rubs the back of his neck as he brings out his cigarettes and lighter, “why don’t you go and grab some lunch for yourself? I still have a lot of work to do and I don’t want to keep you cooped up and bored with no one to talk to here,” it’s the truth, he feels guilty seeing you sit so prettily through the open door of his back office into the garage - it’s the best location for wifi but the space is claustrophobic and in constant disarray, he’s ashamed you’re always in it but he can’t offer anything better, location wise, in his shop. He’s sure you have better places to be than his plebeian bike repair shop, he can’t even converse with you to the point where you bring work to do in between the short exchanges you two infrequently have.

“Put those away, Shinichiro,” before the mechanic could realise what you were even referring to, your hand brushes up against his as you take away his cigarettes and lighter.

“What the-” his brows begin to cross at your actions but you’re two steps ahead of him.

“Don’t worry, I have a replacement for you,” you smile brightly dumping his cigarettes into your bag, ready to throw them away later, and pull out a lollipop with a crinkling of plastic, “I’ll even unwrap it for you, here,” Shinichiro stands bewildered as Wakasa tries to hide his laughter from behind him. He stares down at you unwrapping a lollipop before reaching up and feeding it to him, “there you go! Do you like it? It’s my favourite flavour,” you chirp with the most innocent smile.

“Umm,” the taller male softly ponders aloud as you wait in anticipation for his opinion, “it’s not bad but I prefer my cigarettes,” he raises his hand to reach for your bag.

“What do you mean? It’s my favourite flavour and that’s the best one!” you huff, reaching up to grab the stick of the lollipop, “I did give you my favourite flavour, right?” pulling the sweet from between his lips, not a second passes before you have a taste to check the flavour yourself, “it’s the right flavour, why don’t you like it?” you almost whine, holding back your nerves as you stare at the mechanic’s flustered expression and red-tipped ears.

“U-uhhh…”

“Shin?”

“Sorry!” he shakes his head in a poor attempt to dissolve his surprise and suddenly feverish state, “I like it…yeah, thank you,”

“You’re welcome!” with a giggle, you feed him back the same lollipop and gather up your things. A crawling heat resonates from your wildly hammering heart, defeating your ears and fogging up your mind as you try to walk off your seductress behaviour, “I’ll go and buy us some lunch, I’ll grab some for you too Wakasa! ‘Be back as soon! I hope you guys like Italian!” without another word, you rush out the door with your bag and are soon out of sight.

“Woah! Usually you’re the one pulling the moves,” Wakasa laughs out loud as he throws his arm across his frozen friend’s shoulders, “looks like your girl got too impatient and started pulling the moves on you, instead!” the delinquent was about to laugh even more when he realised the absence of breath coming from his friend, “Shinichiro?…HEY! BREATHE!”

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With how often you frequent Shinichiro’s shop, not only have you been able to meet his close friends but now his siblings too.

“Are you Shinichiro-niisan’s girlfriend?”

“She can’t be! She’s too pretty, Emma,” Mikey scoffs in a matter-of-fact tone with his arms crossed. The two youngest siblings begin to bicker as an older, silver-haired boy stands off to the side with observing eyes disguised behind a deep frown. This makes you giggle as the mechanic beside you flushes an adorable pink and snaps at his siblings.

“Oi!”

“Do you always get brutally slandered like this, Shin?” you pull a mocking, sympathetic face.

“Unfortunately…” laughing at his admittance, you step forward and make a formal introduction.

“No, I’m not Shinichiro’s girlfriend but I am a friend. My name’s (Y/N), it’s so nice to finally meet you cuties,” you give them a close-eyed smile but tilt your head at their lack of response and don’t know how to comprehend their blushing cheeks or wide-eyed stare focused solely on you, “Ummm…is something wrong?”

“Sibling Meeting!” Emma announces out of nowhere and the three practically stampede away to the back office with Shinichiro in their clutches, leaving you in the garage with a bewildered look.

‘That was…strange’, you think to yourself but shrug it off with a chuckle and head out when you notice the time.

After confirming that the door to the office was firmly shut, the three younger siblings corner the eldest Sano.

“What do the three of you want with me now?” Shinichiro chuckles nervously, his temple beginning to break out into a nervous sweat.

“She’s not your girlfriend, right?” Emma asks with an judgemental look in her eyes.

“Well, no-”

“Try harder to make her your girlfriend then!” Mikey demands.

'What?-‘ Shinichiro mentally stutters in shock. Do they like you that much after a simple ‘hello’? The older Sano doesn’t know whether or not he should be happy that they like you or concerned that they seem to like you more than him.

Izana nods along, surprisingly agreeing with his younger siblings for once, “yeah, we need an older sister to take care of us!”

“I’m sorry Shin-nii but you’re not enough,” Emma justifies.

“So you need to promise to steal her away before anybody else can! You need to do it for us, not just for you! So don’t be selfish; make her your girlfriend and our onee-san quickly!” Mikey juts in.

“Don’t screw this up! We need an older sister!” Izana finishes and without another word, the trio turn their backs to their mechanic older brother and move to the garage only to gasp in horror.

“Look! She already left! Shin you stupid bum, it’s all your fault!” Emma wails, unexpected tears welling up in her eyes, which immediately had her two older brothers kneeling at her side, offering comfort while occasionally throwing Shinichiro a dirty look as if he committed the most heinous crime before them.

“Why do I feel like I’m the one at fault here?” Shinichiro sobs pitifully in a poor attempt to gain their sympathy but is only met with two cold stares as his youngest sister continues to sniffle at your absence. ‘What did you do to my siblings, (Y/N)? They’ve gone insane…’

“Oh no! what happened?” your angelic voice cuts through the garage like a ray of sunlight illuminating a dismal forest’s opaque shadow. There, you appear with the sunlight behind you to create a halo of light around your beautiful silhouette, the pretty picture of an angelic being, “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” you ask softly, approaching the trio who stand frozen, once again, at your presence. They sounded so confident talking about you before but looking at their awestruck looks now, Shinichiro has to hold back an amused chuckle, “Did someone bully, Emma?” you continue with your soft voice, reaching out to caress her pudgy cheek as you kneel down to be at eye level with her.

“N-no…”

“Then what’s making you cry, cutie?” in an attempt to hide her flustered cheeks, the youngest Sano moves forward to tuck her face into your neck as you instinctively move to hug her close, “Awww~ there, there, you’re okay,”

The two boys beside her have the same immature thought. It’s silly but their eyes begin to water too. They haven’t been able to experience such a tender touch from from a motherly figure in so long and seeing Emma be coddled so lovingly by you makes them incredibly jealous.

“Come here, boys,” you open your arms and the two boys immediately take the opportunity to cuddle close to you too. They breathe in your refreshingly floral and sweet scent before sighing in content. Having an older sister is entirely different to having an older brother, it’s like the difference between heaven and earth, the elite and sub-par. Indescribable happiness and comfort fill all of their chests as they nuzzle all the more closer to you, almost swamping your kneeling figure but you don’t mind; you’ve always wanted younger siblings and you adore the little ones being so cuddly despite only just meeting them briefly. “Don’t tell me Shinichiro bullied you,” you give said mechanic a teasing glare, “if he did, you tell me and I’ll beat him up for you,”

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Shush your mouth, I’m not gonna listen to you, the kids are more important,” you proceed to coddle and treat the three young Sanos with the utmost care and love, unknowing of the cheeky grins they throw their eldest brother behind your back. It’s as if they had won something over him…and Shinichiro can’t argue with the truth; seeing you be so loving to his siblings makes his heart swell unusually large, it’s so unlike any of the 20 girls he’s been infatuated with and tried to ask out before. None of them had ever met or interacted with his siblings like you, he wonders why he ever liked them in the first place. He can only guess that it was all shallow infatuation based on appearance because you have all that and more - they couldn’t even attempt to outshine your lustrous glow.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Am I running a kindergarten or?…” Shinichiro asks himself, smiling fondly at the chaos before him despite his disapproving statement.

“They’re a spritely bunch, aren’t they?” You muse from beside him, the two of you making eye contact and giggling. After meeting the younger Sanos, they insist on introducing you to their friends as well. There was Senju and Haruchiyo (Takeiomi’s younger siblings), Kakucho (Izana’s best friend) and Draken, Baji and Kazutora (Mikey’s friends). Not only that but you were also able to meet Inupi, a young boy who looks up to Shinichiro and acts like his apprentice. They make a raucous bunch but you couldn’t help but grow a fondness for them.

“You think you can handle them while I work on that new bike with Inupi?” Shinichiro asks, pulling the blonde boy to his side, prompting you to reach out and comb your fingers through the young boy’s hair.

Nodding, you smile and lean forward as your hand lovingly sweeps down to caress his supple cheek, “make sure he does a good job, okay, Inupi?” Inupi nods with a soft blush on his cheeks and drags Shinichiro away by the hand to escape your effect on him. He loves and looks up to Shinichiro and had been quick to adore you as well.

“Baji, no fair!” a cry draws your attention away from the retreating mechanic duo to witness the friendly brawl between Baji and Kazutora, “I don’t know martial arts like you and Mikey, go easy on me!”

“You need to toughen up and I’m just trying to help you!” the golden-eyed boy grins with his arms crossed in triumph.

Hoping to distract from the situation and settle down the chaotic group, you speak up, “Kazutora, have you eaten yet today?”

“Lunch?” the adorable boy asks with sweet, rounded eyes as you nod and open up your arms for him to nestle and cuddle into. It might have been just a simple embrace to you but for the boy in your arms, it’s the only time he can relish in the gentle touch of a loving mother.

“Should we order something for everyone?” you suggest as Haruchiyo whines and sneaks his way into your arms with Kazutora too. You don’t know what these boys have been through but it’s clear that they need the love and guidance of a secure guardian figure. If you took anything away from your parents’ teachings, it was how to care for children, “Any ideas on food? Preferably something everyone would like?”

“Why do they get to cuddle (Y/N)-nee?” Mikey shouts as he tries to pull Haruchiyo away from you, who only holds onto you tighter. The topic of food didn’t even hold their attention anymore and it usually did the trick so you were kind of beginning to panic.

“When do we get cuddles too?” Kakucho adds timidly, unable to meet your eyes and acting adorable, it made your heart weak. If you could cuddle all of them at the same time, you would.

“I’m sorry but how about we all grab lunch first and then we can sort out cuddles after?” it took some deliberation but everyone eventually agreed after some whining.

Over time, the children really grew on you and you, them. You’re practically their older sister now and they’ve come to actively seek you out whenever they needed a more tender care that their current guardians couldn’t compare to. Naturally, you’ve spoiled them in your own way by gifting them toys and presents they could only dream of wishing for but what they appreciated you more for is your time, understanding and gentle nature.

They care for you so much that they start plotting multiple scenarios for you and Shinichiro to get together. It’s all a plot that results in them having you forever tied to them and since everyone wanted that, they all were willing to participate.

“What was that all about?” Shinichrio asks with his hands on his waist.

“Don’t think we’re doing this for you because (Y/N) onee-san can do so much better than you Shin-nii,” Mikey scoffs as the eldest Sano raises a brow, he never asked for their help.

“That’s right! She’s capable of getting someone better than you so don’t get cocky,” Izana chimes in, which raises Shinichiro’s brows. Surprisingly, Mikey and Izana are teaming up together despite their usually clashing opinions and Shinichiro doesn’t know whether he should be happy or not. Are you the only one that can bring them together like this? You’re more special than he thought.

Emma steps up with her own determined look, “it’s only because we want her to become our actual onee-san so don’t screw this up for us!”

“Yeah!” the rest of the kids shout around him, “Don’t screw this up Shinichiro!” the mechanic is surprised Inupi is going along with them as well; the young blonde usually sides with him so it was even more surprising to see him like this. He must really like you too.

Admitting defeat, Shinichiro laughs it off as he raises his hands in surrender. He’s just happy to see them united and happier than ever.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

You’ve integrated yourself so seamlessly into the Sano family that you were practically at their house every day, helping with the chores, cooking yummy meals, serving snacks and just being great company to everyone. It was the children who urged you to spend more time with them and dragged you into the home, refusing to accept any protests that came from you or anyone else. It was for the best, really, everyone loved having you around, especially Shinichiro. The mechanic loved seeing his siblings get along so well, even if their primary connection was you, he also loved how you took care of his grandpa; he was a stubborn elderly man that refused help but all you had to do was pull out an adorable pout and he couldn’t refuse. It was laughable, really.

It was mid-afternoon and Mikey had finished training in the dojo. To relax, he was now lounging around with you at the back of the house, his head laying on your lap and still dressed in his dojo uniform.

“I don’t like having an onii-san,” Mikey voices past his lollipop, his statement coming from, seemingly, out of nowhere.

“What do you mean?” you gasp, your shock making you momentarily stop stroking the young boy’s hair, “Shin is such a good older brother to you, Emma and Izana,”

“I mean…I like my onii-san but I want an onee-san more,” Mikey finally meets your eyes although brief and quickly goes back to surveying the back garden.

You laugh at his statement before slowly simmering down to a giggle, “what makes you think that having an onee-san is so much better?”

“Because you’re like an onee-san…” Mikey confesses, a light pink dusting his cheeks as you smile warmly down at him, “and you make a great one,”

“Thank you, Mikey,” despite your kind tone and gentle smile, Mikey still doesn’t meet your eyes as the pink of his cheeks escalates into a deep red. To further express your thanks, you lean down and give him a soft kiss on the temple. If he wasn’t as red as a tomato before, he certainly was now.

The conversation was so out of nowhere but still felt as though it held so much meaning that you wanted to press Mikey more on the topic but the atmosphere just didn’t feel right. That and he seems pretty unresponsive after your innocent kiss.

For now, you’ll wait until a similar conversation is brought up again.

“You know, Grandpa and I really like having you around the house (Y/N)-onee-chan!” Emma voices as the two of you cook together side-by-side. Tonight, you both wanted to cook curry for the family so, while you took care of peeping the potatoes, Emma prepped the carrots.

It appears as though you didn’t have to wait too long.

You have a sneaking suspicion about what they want from you but you keep your suspecting smile to yourself and play along, “Oh? Why is that?”

Emma smiles brightly up at you before continuing to peel carrots, she’s so happy you didn’t try to correct her for calling you her onee-chan, “it’s just nicer is all!”

“I’m glad, I like being here too, Emma-chan,”

“Really?!”

“Of course!” you both grin at each other, “If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be here every day,” the two of you giggle.

“Then you want to be here all the time, right!” Emma tries to confirm from you, her eyes sparkling in the kitchen light as her cheeks become a cute pink - her and Mikey are undeniably siblings.

“Without a doubt!”

“Then-” Emma begins, only to be cut off as her grandpa makes his entrance into the kitchen. He’s grinning from ear to ear and holding the tray you had served his tea and wagashi in.

“Then you are always welcome here, child!”

“Thank you grandpa!” you smile and help him bring the tray over to the kitchen counter as you begin to wash the used utensils. Behind you. Emma deflates at her failed plan but continues to prep the carrots. You’re sure of who will be the next one to approach you from there.

“Be my girlfriend,” Izana announces out of nowhere as you gape in astonishment.

“Ah-” the young Sano’s statement was so unbelievable, you wanted to laugh in disbelief but seeing the serious look in his eyes, you gulped. You shake the heat off your neck before it could reach your cheeks and calmed your heart before speaking, “I’m flattered Izana but I think you’re too young for me. And besides, I’m sure you don’t want to be with someone who is so much older than you-”

Izana shakes his head, his eyes still serious and unshaken, “no, you’re perfect!”

You finally allow yourself to laugh at the situation, “Thank you, but I still can’t accept your confession, I’m afraid,”

“…then be Shin’s girlfriend instead!” Izana finally answers you after pondering to himself momentarily.

“Wha-?!!” an immense heat overcomes your cheeks and you’re at a loss for words. You had the intuition that this was soon coming but you were still left unprepared for how to react. Izana is simply too bold for you.

“You like him, don’t you?”

“Well…- uhh!” as you were trying to find the words to answer Izana appropriately, you see the mischievous look on his face and realise the trap that had been set for you. Gasping aloud, you squint your eyes accusingly at the little boy, “Izana! Y-you!”

“I’ll take that as a yes!” he smirks and begins to walk away with a skip in his step before shouting, “SHIN-NII HAS A CHANCE!”

It wasn’t long before you found yourself in Shinichiro’s motorcycle workshop, alone with the mechanic himself and explaining all the encounters you had with his younger siblings. As you go about retelling your experience, Shinichiro charmingly cycled through different shades of red from his seat crouched over a motorcycle. You don’t know what was more amusing to you, seeing Shinichiro so flustered or the entire situation.

“I’m really sorry about them-“

“You know, they do have a point,” you smile, staring off and avoiding Shinichiro’s curious, wide-eyed stare.

“Wha-?”

“I quite like being an onee-san to Mikey, Emma and Izana,” Shinichiro gulps in anticipation at your statement. He can feel the 3 pairs of eyes watching you two and the muted impatient shuffling of small feet from behind the door to his office, looking into his workshop, “I also really like you,”

The silence that follows your confession is dense and your gradually climbing heart rate becomes the only thing you can hear.

“…I like you too,” Shinichiro confesses and for the longest minute, you two sit in heart-fluttering silence before Shinichiro finally finds the words to ask you, “please be my girlfriend,”

Instead of verbally answering, you smile brightly and make your way over to him. Once you’re in front of the eldest sano, you take his hands and wrap them around your waist as you lean up to wrap your arms around his neck and lock his lips into a deep kiss.

“YEESSSSSSSS!” a combined shout screams in the background as you and Shinichiro smile into the kiss, tightening your hold on one another and deepening your embrace.

Following the news of your relationship, Shinichiro’s grandfather approved right away, so did all of the kids and Shinichiro’s friends too.

“Took you guys long enough,” Wakasa grins as Takeomi steps up beside him with a smirk after putting out his cigarette.

“We were losing our minds over you two taking your sweet-ass time,” Benki laughs and pulls Shinichiro into his side with an arm around the mechanic’s shoulders.

“So, have you taken her out yet?”

Shinichiro rubs the back of his neck with a look of worry, “I want to but…I can’t think of anything good enough for her,” his trio of friends give him a look of confusion and he elaborates, “I don’t know if you guys have seen her but (Y/N) clearly comes from a very wealthy family,” they nod, “and I’m not- I’m not-!…she’s way out of my league and I don’t want our first date to be a disappointment,”

“Don’t be too hard on yourself man,” Wakasa consoles, patting him on the shoulder.

“Remember that she’s dating you for you; not for your money,” Benki adds, “if she wanted a rich fancy guy, I’m sure she would have had that option ages ago,” despite the comforting words, Shinichiro still seemed down cast over the prospect. They don’t get it. How can he not understand that if you wanted him for his money, why did you willingly spend so much time with him at his humble bike shop? If you really cared about material things, you wouldn’t have pursued him in the first place, you wouldn’t have put up with getting to know his younger siblings or even wasted your time cooped up in his cramped office. They would have sensed that you had ill intentions with him and prevented him from pursuing you. They didn’t see that ill-intent in you, however, and happily encouraged him to notice you instead.

“Besides, knowing how much of a hopeless romantic you are, I’m sure you’ll come up with something nice to do together,” Takeomi’s comment and lazy smile sets the mechanic’s mind turning right away.

Maybe he could think of something…

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

“Shin? What are you doing here?” you were shocked. Admittedly, you weren’t having a good day but getting a surprise visit from your boyfriend was slowly washing all of that away, you would have been smiling by now if it weren’t for the get up he was in.

In front of you, Shinichiro was parked on his motorbike, dressed in a suit and tie with fingerless biker gloves on and his helmet off, showcasing his unruly hair. Looking down, his shoes were not the ones you saw him typically wearing, on his bike he was now wearing a pair of oxford dress shoes. You’ve seen many men dressed like that and had grown tired of the aesthetic long ago but seeing Shinichiro in that smart attire while on his motorbike is making your heart do unspeakable things in your chest. It’s hard to breathe and your face is lava-hot. He looks so sexy, elegant and handsome; he pulls it off so well.

“Sorry, sorry, I was so excited to take you out, I forgot to ask you first,” your boyfriend bashfully admits, scratching the back of his head with a flustered look on his face, his other hand fiddling with his helmet perched on his bike. You smiled, you’re so happy to have met a sweetheart like him, “Can I take you out today?”

“I can never say no to you,” grinning at each other, he pulls out a helmet to help you put on before doing the same and waiting patiently for you to get on the bike behind him so he can finally race off. This is the first time you’ve ridden on a bike together so you squeeze him tightly around the torso in an attempt to secure the moment into your memory.

The ride to your first destination didn’t take too long but you wish it did. You loved having your arms around him as he speeds past cars and buses. It was also a bonus being able to feel his toned abs under his white button up. You still can’t believe he’s your boyfriend and that you were his girlfriend. It felt like a dream. He doesn’t pry too much into your private life, he’s respectful, a family man and owns a business. Also, ever since you pointed out his bad smoking habit, he’s made the conscious decision to smoke less and less, there’s still a lingering scent of smoke surrounding him, however, but you’ll have to admit that it adds to his already musky cologne. He’s so perfect. You hope you measure up to him just as well.

“Here we are,” Shinichiro announces, taking off his helmet and help you with yours. With one arm he pulls you close by the waist and with the other he gestures to a carefully laid out picnic. There was a large woven picnic basket in the middle of a large blanket, on the side there was a bouquet of flowers and an ice box with a 2L bottle of Coca-cola inside.

“Wow! Shin, this looks so romantic,” you gush, taking in the scene and letting your heart race a million miles a minute, “did you prepare this all for me?” you ask sweetly, fluttering your lashes up at him as you turn to wrap your arms around his waist, your chin sitting on his tie.

“I had a little help preparing it all but it was my idea,” as he stares down at you, a soft smile lifts the corners of his lips, showcasing his dimples while a hand plays with a strand of your hair, “do you like it?”

To answer him, you gently tug on his tie and lead his lips into a deep kiss, “I love it, thank you so much, Shin,” his smiles widens and he kisses you again before gently taking your hand and leading you to sit on the blanket.

“This evening, my fine lady, I have prepared for you something you have never tried before,” Shinichiro announces as you awe from eagerness and anticipation. Rising to his knees, Shinichiro pulls out from the picnic basket several bags of McDonalds take away and you laugh loudly with your head thrown back. You’ve told him about not having ever tasted fast food before so this was a perfect chance to introduce you to some.

“Awww~ Shin, you remembered~” you coo as he winks at you, grinning proudly.

“Of course!” he begins to lay out your meal in front of you, ”I got you a cheeseburger, chips with the condiment sachets and chicken nuggets,”

“Oh wow! Thank you so much!”

“For dessert, I’m taking you out for ice cream,”

“That sounds perfect!”

Shinichiro takes out his phone so as to play romantic piano music and the scene was officially set, your happy meal together could finally commence. He’s tried so hard and it makes you so happy.

As you devoured the grease, processed meat and artificial flavouring, you have to admit that it was the best meal you had ever eaten. There wasn’t a claustrophobic, overly opulent atmosphere to surround you, no golden chandeliers dazzling overhead, no tiny portions of food or the need for any eating utensils. It was a perfect meal.

“You’ve really outdone yourself, Shin,” you compliment after the two of you laughed over his yellow Gudetama-themed socks, a contrast to his tuxedo and smart dress. It was a charming disparity to his black and white suit.

“Are you sure you liked it?”

“Of course, I did! That was the best meal I’ve ever had,” you exclaim, your smile bright and your eyes sincere.

“I just…you’re always so dressed up and it’s obvious you come from a good family so I didn’t want to disappoint you,”

You smiled. He’s noticed your wealth but didn’t pursue anything else from you, whether it be information on your background or a share of your money, instead he just tries his best to please you in his own way. He’s such a dream come true.

“I love you for you Shinichiro, not your money,”

He smiles, “That’s what Benki told me,”

“And he’s absolutely right,” you crawl over to sit in between his legs and lean against his chest, “this was a perfect first date…” you sigh.

“Not yet,” Shinichiro chimes grinning down at you when you look up to him abruptly, wrapped up in his arms and looking oh-so sweet, “I promised ice cream for dessert remember?”

Giggling, the two of you put your helmets on again before Shinichiro takes you to an ice cream parlour. He told you not to worry about leaving behind the picnic, he had already messaged his friends to help him clear up the setting so you two could happily enjoy your ice cream without worry.

To end the perfect date, Shinichiro dropped you off in front of your apartment building in the better part of town and left after you made him take off his helmet so that you could give him one last kiss as he leans against his parked bike. His arm was swept around your waist and pulled you close as his other hand caressed your cheek. Your skin was so soft, he made the right choice in taking off his fingerless, leather gloves first. Your lips still had traces of the ice cream you had earlier, it was a good flavour but tasting it from your lips made it that much better. He couldn’t get enough. He could spend hours just kissing you as the world disappears.

“Shin-” you mutter, pulling away for a quick breath.

“I’m not done,” he keeps kissing you, breathless as his hands begin to wonder. One hand reached up to grasp at your hair and trace your scalp with his fingers as the other drew the dips and curves of your silhouette.

“But-” you gasp only to be cut off again by his lips.

“Not yet…” he moans into your mouth, “I want more,” he pulls away to trail kisses down your neck as your hands claws helplessly at his shoulders. The entire time, your head is fuzzy and a weightless sensation sparks through you while a carnal weight develops in between your legs sending shocks of pleasure through you. Just from kissing him and having his lips on your neck, he makes you feel so weak.

“Shin, I have to go…” you whine.

“Please~” he begs beside your ear, pressing a gentle kiss against the shell.

“I can’t…no matter how much I want to continue,” you whisper, stopping his incoming lips with a finger. He pulls a shocked face before it morphs into a pout and you giggle.

Trailing your eyes down, you fix his tie slightly and assure him, “I’ll see you again tomorrow,” he still has his hands around your waist and you were about to ask him to let go when you notice his eyes had gone cold and were fixed on something behind you, “Shin?” you turn around and freeze up at a familiar face.

“Oi! (Y/N), it’s been a while!…” the sharply dressed man shouts at you, a smug smirk on his lips as anger knits his brows, “You know, it’s impolite for you to just stand there and not greet me,” you knew exactly who he was but didn’t want to answer him so you curled up further into Shinichiro’s chest. He was a well-dressed man but that was a disguise hiding his greedy and despicable nature. You can’t believe you ever went out with him. It was only one date but it was still a huge waste of your time and sanity. You never thought you’d see Akihiko again but you’re glad Shinichiro is with you for it.

“Don’t talk to my girl like that!” Shinichiro shouts, embracing you warmly and staring daggers at the unknown man before him. He doesn’t know the history you two have but he’s not gonna let him verbally abuse you in public.

“What? Your girl? Are you two dating?” Akihiko laughs humourlessly at the silence that follows, “You can’t be serious, I’m the only one for you (Y/N). Your parents have me as a potential suitor, remem-?!”

Before he could finish, there was a bang and a flickering of the street lamp above you. Looking up, you realise that Shinichiro had punched the lamp post and caused an indentation in the body of the lamp post. The look on his face resembled that of a fierce beast ready to attack.

You whisper his name softly, reaching up to touch his cheek but it doesn’t affect him, “Stay away from (Y/N) or else…” Akihiko didn’t say a word but like the coward he is, he walked away grumbling under his breath with his hands in his pocket.

“I’m sorry, Shin,”

“It’s alright,” your boyfriend smiles but there’s a sadness behind it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Will your parents approve of me?”

“They will,” he doesn’t look convinced, “they love me and only want me to live happily, you’re the first guy to ever make me feel this happy so you’re already more than qualified,” wordlessly, he kisses your cheek and goes to put on his helmet, “come and meet my parents with me tomorrow,” his hands freeze in place and he looks at you with a wide-eyed stare, “is noon good? We’ll treat you to lunch,” you smile as he nods, gives you another kiss before riding away.

─── · 。ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

Your debut into high society had been fast approaching and your parents did their best to respect your want for patience when it came to the topic of your suitor, little did they know that you already had one in mind. Knowing your parents, they’ll be accepting of anyone as long as you’re happy and they take good care of you.

You had originally wanted to savour your time getting to know Shinichiro as a boyfriend first before you introduce him to your parents but you had no choice ever since the unpleasant encounter you had the night of your first date. Your mom and dad had contacted you with an image sent to them of you and Shinichiro kissing outside your apartment building. It was most likely sent from that bitter man, Akihiko. Thankfully your parents weren’t angry and only wanted to meet Shinichiro in person. It made you grin at how horribly bad that insignificant guy’s actions backfired on him, he didn’t know your parents like you did. He probably thought they’d be disgusted with your new boyfriend and demand that you break up with him right away.

“Don’t be nervous, Shin, they’ll love you, just be yourself,” you laugh to yourself softly at his distressed composure. It’s really cute how nervous he was, it shows just how much he cares about making a good first impression and it was heartwarming. Shinichiro knew that you were rich but he didn’t know that you were this rich. Upon arriving at the gates of your parents’ estate, he was dumbfounded. This type of wealth was unfathomable to him; he didn’t know what to think or how to act.

The front doors opened and you were both greeted by a butler who immediately took his coat, leaving him in his oversized white shirt, simple silver chain and usual cargo pants. He was clean and fresh but wished you’d let him dress up in a suit like he did for your first date. You reasoned that he was perfect as his normal self and continued to assure him that your parents would love him either way.

Entering the dining room, you immediately run to your parents with your arms open wide and pull them both into a hug. The three of you exchange brief words of greeting before all attention finally turns to Shinichiro, who had been carefully observing the scene. He could tell that your parents loved you dearly, the love in their eyes upon seeing you and the wide smiles on their lips definitely belong to parents that were incredibly prideful and caring of their daughter.

“So you’re my daughter’s boyfriend, huh?” your father greets, reaching out to shake Shinichiro’s hand and snapping the mechanic out of his brief trance.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you sir, I am Sano Shinichiro,” Shinichiro greets, bowing as he shakes your father’s hand.

“What a handsome young man you are,” your mother chimes in, hugging your father’s arm, “I can tell you’ve made our (Y/N) very happy so there’s nothing to object to,” at that, you and Shinichiro lock eyes and share a smile, “let’s all take a seat, shall we?” your mother suggests, walking with her husband to the table. Your father pulls the chair out for your mother before taking his own seat at the head of the table, silent and stoic, “lets get to know our future son-in-law over some delicious lunch, shall we?”

Son-in-law?

Ignoring the comment, Shinichiro follows suit and pulls your chair out for you before taking his own seat at your side. Your mother is in good spirits but your father has yet to utter another word after having greeted him as your boyfriend.

“Thank you for having me over for lunch today,” Shinichiro bows to your parents once more, your mother cooing as your father remains stoic. He’s a very tough and imposing character, his frame towering and bulky but also sharp and clean. Shinichiro was definitely intimidated but all he has to do is think about how you love him and how he loves you to gain back his strength.

“It’s our pleasure having you seat at our table, Shinichiro-kun,” your mother lightly hits your fathers should, clicking her tongue playfully, “honey, stop being silly and greet the sweet boy,”

“Sorry love,” your father kisses the back of your mother’s hand before turning back to Shinichiro but with a bright smile rather than a straight face, leaving your boyfriend speechless. How could he have switched demeanours so quickly? “we’re happy to have you here, son,”

Son?

“Shall I serve everyone’s drinks? I’m sure lunch will take a while,” you pipe up and stand from your chair.

“Let me give you a hand,” Shinichiro kindly offers and you nod, your parents smiling happily at the two of you walking off together to serve the drinks. They were so happy that you finally seem to have found the one for you. It’s just what they had hoped for their loving daughter.

“Why are they calling me those things?” you dreaded his question but gulped down your nerves.

“What do you mean?”

“Like ‘son-in-law’ and ‘son’, we’re not engaged…” ‘yet’, Shinichiro wanted to finish.

“The thing is, Shin, since I’m not from an ordinary family, us being together means…” your blood runs hot and cold at the same time, you’ve been so anxious about this confrontation and the idea of losing Shinichiro over this big step but it’s better to be straightforward then prolonging hiding this from him, “being together means engagement,”

“What?!” Shinichiro exclaims, his throat dry and his cheeks flaring up into a bright pink. He isn’t opposed to eventually asking for your hand but this is too soon, you’ve only been on one date, “This is too soon, (Y/N), it’s not that I’m opposed to being engaged to you but I just want to be dating you without the thought of that in the foreground,”

You smile. This is why you like him so much. He’s sweet and thoughtful and isn’t a push over when it mattered.

“I agree…don’t worry we’ll talk to my parents together about this,”

It’s clear that you’d be doing this backwards if you carried one as things stands now. Normal courting and boyfriend and girlfriend things will always be overshadowed by that looming future commitment. It’ll be too much pressure on the both of you. Thankfully, your mother and father abandoned tradition for your brother and his, now, fiancé so there isn’t a doubt in your mind that they would be lenient on you too.

Drinks were quickly poured and lunch closely followed in being served. Throughout the meal, conversation was leisurely and comfortable, Shinichiro stayed truthful the entire time and was happy to see that your parents didn’t look down on his humble background and honest labour, in fact, they praised him for the success he’s been able to achieve on his own and with his own skills. To Shinichiro, it felt incredibly nice to be complimented by the parents of the woman he loves.

However, one urgent topic needed addressing still and Shinichiro upon seeing the end of lunch, chimed up. He confessed that he has never had the courage to propose to you and has yet to ask for their express permission to officially date you. He then takes the time to stand and bow deeply to your parents.

“Please allow me to date your daughter. I promise to treat her well and love her with my whole heart,” Shinichiro bows so deeply, his head hits the dinning room table but he doesn’t flinch, instead he stays in his deep bow until your father speaks up.

“Thank you for formally asking us. Traditionally, we’d want you to get engaged right away but we approve of you courting our daughter first,” your parents love him instantly and can’t wait until you get properly engaged in the future and join families.

NAVI. | TOKYO REV. MLIST

A/N: i want to write a part 2 to make up for the trashy and rushed ending of this fic but i don’t know how long it’ll take so i hope you dolls like the fic as it stands now

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familyvideostevie · 17 days

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hey.

okay. hello! i'm back. :)

maybe you noticed, maybe not, but i have been away for a while.

i wish i could say i've been out living my life, so caught up in happiness and joy and loving each day that i've just not had time for tumblr. but....that is not true. i have been having a tough time! being away has been good, as i've had time to do other things that i like and to put energy into my own well-being, but it hasn't been the best time, I'll tell you that.

i peeked on the dash every now and then to keep my queue full and reblogged soothing things to my main blog and tried my best not to feel guilty about it all (i was also booping on April 1 lol). i just...I really needed a break. i've really enjoyed being here the last six or so months as i've changed my blog and entered the pedro/tlou space but i've also felt so, so alone.

and i know that it doesn't really matter!! like, we should all take breaks and go outside and all that stuff. and I know plenty of people are not very active, but this blog has been such a vital part of my life and happiness since I started it almost two years ago, so any lapse in activity feels like a loss. I've met lifelong friends and flexed my writing muscles and learned a hell of a lot. the fact that I have started to feel isolated and alone on here is a sort of personal betrayal, and there is no one to blame but myself.

So, I’m pulling back.

it means a few things — i don’t know how much writing I’ll be doing from now on. For Joel, especially — it’s been wonderful to meet folks in that community but it has also been really detrimental to my passion for both the game and writing. I’d like to return to some other characters on my masterlist, but we’ll see. I’ve got endless personal projects away from tumblr that I want to pour love and time into (my non-reader fics, my newsletter, a romance novel, a sci-fi novel, poetry, etc). I need to fall in love with my own work again.

it's a me problem, I want to stress that. i'm working on it! irl stuff has been kicking my ass. I've had a really, really hard winter and my mental health has suffered probably more than ever before. i let things I love -- like this blog -- fester and become negative and no longer being me joy. writing became stressful and difficult and I was focused on notes and interaction and looking around me and seeing success and then looking at myself and only seeing lack.

but that's why I took a break! i am getting help and support irl, i am putting in the time and effort to feel better about being alive and to be a better friend and person all around. And I want to tell you all about it because I am so grateful for your time and attention and support, even if we’re just strangers on the internet. i know this probably seems silly -- who cares about a fanfic blog? well, i care! i care a lot! it matters to me and therefore it matters!

anyway. on to the important stuff. here I am! and here's what's going to happen on this blog:

I am working on replying to asks and reblogs and comments I missed. Thank you for being patient with me! I don't know if I'll get to them all but know I see them and I am honored every single time.

I made a totally separate ao3 account with this blog url. I'm working on uploading everything I've posted here onto there and hopefully will continue to crosspost. It is going to take a long, long time, so please be patient! (you can follow my other ao3 here for my non x-reader fanfic).

I posted this fic! Jackson!Joel pulled me back into his world. It’s the first thing I’ve written in ages, so let me know what you think. as of now it's the last planned fic for that series, but who knows!

I hit a milestone while i was away that I am absolutely blown away by. I'm planning a celebration around it sometime this spring (hopefully) and I’d love to see you participate :)

lastly, thank you so much to my friends for letting me complain, whine, winge, etc. I am so sorry for missing all of your work, your celebrations, your bright energies, and all the rest. i am so sorry if it seemed like i was ignoring you. you are my guiding lights, my silver linings, my touchstones. you make me want to be here. i will try to make it up to you!

I want to be online less but make sure I’m connecting more in the moments that i am here. I want to pressure myself to write less and not feel bad that I’m not engaged all the time. I want this blog to once again feel like a place that nourishes me and not sucks me dry. i want to stop feeling like shit about all of it!!!!

so. come hang out in my inbox, my dms, let me know what you've been up to. I am really sorry for missing so much. thank you for sticking around. <3

#personal #this is very long but please read it maybe?#emma rambles #I will reblog it a few times probably

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damiansgoodgirll · 7 months

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ANYTHING with Dušan

on my way 🫡

‼️angst and fluff (maybe) + i won’t make a part 2 because i’m so bad with sequels so don’t come for me 🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺🤺

dusan vlahovic x reader

since day one

being dusan’s best friend since you two were kids had its pros and cons.

you followed him everywhere, from when he started playing professional football in serbia to when he moved to italy. from when he went to play for fiorentina and now juventus, you were always by his side.

he needed you there. you were his number one supporter and he couldn’t go a day without you.

he made sure you were taken care of. money, apartments, cars. everything you needed he was happily willing to provide it for you and you couldn’t be more grateful.

what you couldn’t stand about dusan, were the hundred of girls he would bring back home after every single match. you lived in the same building, as dusan requested, in case he needed your help for something, so you saw and heard every single detail that happened on the other side of your apartment wall.

and every single week it was a different woman.

it didn’t help when two years ago he moved to torino. the new team gave him more fame and that meant more beautiful women for him every single day. you knew he only used them for sex and for fun and they seemed okay with that but that didn’t stop from thinking why he couldn’t see you the way he saw them too.

you knew you weren’t as pretty as them but the crush you developed for your best friend these past years was becoming unbearable to handle, especially when you saw him walking hand in hand into his apartment with the typical it girl.

so you started avoiding him. not as much as you wished but you stopped waiting for him after his matches, going straight back home. you stopped texting him “good morning” or “good night” when he had a girl over, even if it was something you always did. you stopped liking his post on insta and you stopped wearing his jersey at his games.

you realised too late that you were in love with him, and now you were fucked.

you were currently minding your business, sitting on the couch and reading a book when you heard banging on your door.

you knew that the only person who knocked so hard was dusan so you didn’t even check and simply let him in.

“what did i do?” he asked you.

“well hello to you dusan…do you want something to drink? something to eat? please, mi casa es tu casa” you joked, knowing very well that exactly it was his home.

“cut the bullishit y/n…why are you ignoring me?” are you mad at me?” he asked, sitting on the couch with you following behind.

“i’m not mad at you…” you said. you didn’t know how to explain it. it wasn’t his fault that women loved him and it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t like you back. you couldn’t be mad at him for not having feelings for you. but you were mad and you knew you shouldn’t.

“sure…you didn’t wear my jersey last night” he pointed it out.

“it was dirty and i had to clean it…”

“all of them?” he asked again “tell me what’s wrong please…”

i like you - you wanted to scream at his face.

“i’m just…it’s not a good moment okay? can’t we talk about this another day?” you almost begged.

“are you sick? i can call a doctor if you want or i could stay here with you if you need help” he immediately offered.

how could you not love him? the way he cared for you made you wanted to kiss him right away.

“i’m not sick dusan…” you whispered “can you please just go?”

“i’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s wrong sweetheart…” his hard look became softer. he was concerned about you and he wanted you to be okay.

“please…just go, i really wanna stay alone right now” you said avoiding his look. he needed to go, otherwise you would have confessed your love for him.

“y/n…you’re my best friend and i don’t want you to stay alone, not if there’s something clearly wrong…” he told you.

best friend.

that hurt more than you could ever think.

“that’s the point dusan…i don’t wanna be your best friend, i can’t be your best friend…not when i have these feelings for you…i’ve been by your side since day one and i-i don’t know how or when it happened but i started having feelings and i can’t explain nor i can’t stop them…” you explained, ending up crying.

“oh sweetheart…” he whispered hugging you tightly to his body.

he let you cry and he gently stroke your back in a comforting way.

dusan wanted to tell you how much he loved you, he wanted to scream how he fell for you and all the women you saw him with were only rebounds because he knew he couldn’t have you.

but dusan also knew that you deserved better than him. you deserved someone who could focus on you and treat you right and he knew that in this point of his life he couldn’t.

he was too focused on his football career that he never thought about dating and honestly, even if he wanted to see you screaming his name and begging for his cock, he didn’t want to use you like that, you were more than that to him.

“just say something…please” you cried into his shoulder.

dusan was trying his best to not break down in front of you but it was too hard.

“you deserve so much more…y/n, i love you, i do but i’m not the right person for you” he looked at you in the eyes.

“why don’t you let me decide that?”

“because i already know this…i know that no matter how much i love you, you’re gonna end up getting hurt and i can’t see you hurting because of me…i’m not - you deserve so much better than me” he ended up crying a little too. he was quick to wipe his tears away but you already saw them.

“dusan…”

“you’re gonna fall in love with someone who can treat you the way you deserve y/n…i know i’m not that person” he whispered kissing your forehead.

his thumb wiped your tears away.

“you can’t to this….”

“do what?” he asked you.

“tell me that you love me and the break my heart…you just can’t” you cried avoiding his look.

“i’m so sorry…but -“

“i’m so tired of your but…why can’t we give this a try?”

“you know why….”

“no, all i know is you complaining dusan…i just…i think you should go now, thank you for passing by” you said pointing to the door.

he simply nodded, knowing that he fucked up.

when he left you ended up crying a lot more, laying down on the couch with your head in your pillows and letting yourself cry all the tears in you had.

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manawari · 9 months

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"Love" as told by Kim Gongja and Raviel Ivansia (1/?):

“I will value your judgment over mine. I will weigh your advice heavier than my principles. I will not value myself the most. I will follow you. But in return.”

I looked at the lady’s face. With our hands clasped together, the distance between us was very short. Her red eyes. I knew them to be the same color as her heart.

“Please treat me the same way.”

“……”

“If you do something wrong, I’ll tell you that it was wrong. What I really think, what I see, what I feel. I’ll confess everything to you without a single lie. However, it cannot be one-sided. If I give you my heart, how shall I breathe? I’ll end up choking and dying. Only if you give me your heart will I be able to live.”

I gripped the Lady of the Silver Lily’s hand a little more strongly.

“If you want to see me go mad, please go mad with me.”

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“If you brought me here to make me give up, you were wrong, milady. I didn’t fall in love with you because your heart isn’t ugly.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily paused very briefly. Love. It was because of this word. My face became hot when I said it out loud, but I didn’t think to hesitate.

“It’s only been one day since you came to love me. My teaching is brilliant.”

“Does it matter that it’s only been a day? Would it have been better if I loved you for a year? A thousand days? Do you want me to return after that?”

“……”

“I can see what kind of people you despise. And what you despise is the same as what I hate. I can see what scars you wear and how you are hurt. I love the way you live. Because, you and I, we live the same life.”

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I had never said something like this to anyone else. I wasn’t used to it. But I wanted to keep the person in front of me. And I wanted the Lady of the Silver Lily to keep me. I wanted us to share one life and have each other.

“I love you as much as I love myself. I wish you could love me as much as I love you.”

These were my true feelings.

And the only method I knew was to exclaim it with all my heart.

“I will definitely make you love me. I won’t tell you to abandon the crown prince. Even if I don’t ask you to, you will abandon him one day.”

“My heart is…”

“Yes. But it doesn’t matter if your heart is held hostage by the world. If that’s the problem, I’ll free you. But if you still love the crown prince, then I’ll become an even better person than he is and stay by your side.”

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I whispered in the Lady of the Silver Lily’s ear.

“The two of us are regressors. The only two in the world.”

I knew that my face was red. But I said what I had to say.

“There will be a lot of times that only you and I can enjoy. During those times, I’ll give you such breathtaking memories that they will make your memory of the prince fade away. I’ll try my best.”

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“…You are arrogant. I am satisfied with living my life.”

“I suppose you are. I feel the same way. Still, I want to help you. Is it arrogant to want to help the one you love? Then, I’ll become an arrogant person.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily closed her lips. She, too, was trying to help the prince in her own way. Whether or not she admitted it, the two of us were alike.

“What do you want from me?”

“When the world ends this time, please stay with me.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

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“And, if it’s possible, I would be grateful if you could make me fall deeper in love with you. It would be wonderful if I fell so deeply, foolishly in love with you that I could never escape.”

“Is that what you’re requesting from me now?”

“It’s all right. I’m easy. My heart beats wildly even if Your Ladyship just holds my hand.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily looked at me like she was dumbfounded.

“How shameless… Fine. I told you that I would teach you about love, so I shall make good on my promise.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily grabbed my hand. It felt soft. Her hands were bare. The touch of her hand was wrapped around my right hand. Last night, my heart pounded from the memory of the Lady of the Silver Lily’s perfume.

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“Good. Do you remember the first lesson I taught you about love?”

“Love starts like a bitch…”

“Well done.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily’s hands cupped my cheeks.

Then.

“I’ll be your first bitch of a lover.”

The moon swallowed the light.

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“Raviel.”

Thump.

“Raviel Ivansia.”

[The immersion toward the character is deepened.]

[Currently, your immersion rate is 62%.]

I simply whispered the name of my beloved lover. Yet, my heart jumped, I couldn’t breathe, and the face of the man in the mirror blushed. Even I could read my expression with ease.

“…I really love her.”

It was amazing.

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“I don’t like it when the person I love tries to take everything upon herself. No, I hate it. I would want her to step up when I’m tired, and when she’s tired, I’ll bear her troubles.”

“We’re only in a fake relationship.”

“It doesn’t matter. I’m serious.”

“…Don’t you feel insulted?”

“Aha. Your Ladyship doesn’t know me yet.”

How could a person be so lovely? I smiled a little.

“I’m a positive guy. Do you think I’ll be depressed or get an inferiority complex just because we’re in a fake relationship? Far from it; I think of it as an opportunity. Anyway, you will come to love me.”

“My goodness. Where is this confidence coming from?”

“It’s because you’ll spend time with just me. Until you tell me that you’re [tired of me], I won’t give up no matter what.”

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I wanted to love her like crazy.

“Are you crying?”

“No.”

“You’re lying.”

“Yes.”

“I hate lies. It’s all right to joke, but don’t tell me any lies. I won’t lie to you, either. I won’t lie to you with words, gestures, nor glances.”

“Are you crying?”

“……”

“If you don’t want to talk, you have the right to stay silent. I won’t press you. I won’t push you. We can wait slowly until the other person wants to talk.”

“Yes.”

Thank goodness.

Thank goodness that I had fallen in love with her.

Thank goodness that I became someone who could love her.

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In the middle of the ballroom, we faced each other.

I moved my feet.

The Lady of the Silver Lily also stepped forward.

In the place where dozens of shadows fluttered, under the white chandelier, we kissed, unable to say who had moved first.

We needed no words.

Around us, voices of astonishment sounded. We ignored them. The band who had been playing music in the ballroom stopped. The ladies and gentlemen stopped dancing and stared at us. Still, we ignored them.

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I’m happy to be with you.

It would be an exaggeration to say I lived this life just to meet you, but it isn’t a lie to say I’ll live for you. What a relief. I could say that without a single lie.

“Are you crying again?”

I could be that sort of person.

“Let’s make a promise.”

I could be a person who cares for someone.

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The Lady of the Silver Lily grabbed my hand and pulled.

“Let’s go.”

“Ah. Yes.”

After making the ballroom fall into shock and fear… we left.

We just left.

No matter how or why, no one could stop us.

Maybe they could have stopped me or the Lady of the Silver Lily individually, but it wasn’t possible when we were together. If we wanted to leave, we left. If they still stood in our way? Fuck ’em. How could they stop the regressor couple?

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“I see. So you will be able to summon me, too.”

“You’ve died with me nine times, so I can summon nine different Raviels.”

“I forbid it.”

“All right.”

I never intended to summon the Lady of the Silver Lily in the first place. No matter what the circumstances were. But her voice and words cut off the possibility for good.

Love was a sacred promise and a contract.

We were writing our own laws, rules for just us two.

“I’ll add one more thing to your punishment should you betray me. Dispose of that skill.”

“I will.”

Then, I chose my next words. She was the one I loved. She was the one who would love me. She was the person I had to treasure and treat cautiously the most in the world.

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“Don’t die even when it’s an easy escape. You are my lover. You can’t be someone who throws away his life carelessly. Even if you don’t think you can escape death, struggle until the end.”

I was silent.

I was engraving the promise I made with her in my heart.

“I won’t.”

“Tell me what you want from me.”

“When I ask you to trust me, please believe in me.”

“I will always trust you.”

The carriage rattled. Using that slight vibration as an excuse, the Lady of the Silver Lily and I drew closer. Our lips met.

From that day on.

We became each other’s love.

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“Are you still all right?”

“Raviel.”

I was scared.

“I love you. I love you, Raviel…”

“I know.”

“Even if I’m born again, I’ll still love you. So, so that I can never forget you, don’t let me forget you even if I die…”

“I know.”

Our lips met.

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Are you listening?

I am happy because of you. I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to let go of the time I’ve spent with you like this.

You said this before. That you would ‘write a diary starting today.’ You said that you would show me all of your days. Those words, were they lies?

You said, ‘I will learn music.’ I wanted to spend a quiet evening listening to you play. Was that wish really a lie?

I want to see your days. I want to say goodnight to you. Your days will surely make me smile, and evenings with you will be happy. I want my smile and your happiness to overlap.

I don’t want to kill you.

I don’t want to lose you.

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Look at me.

Look at you beside me.

You’re a dumb person. You’re also naive. I wondered how you survived in the world with such innocence, but I soon learned that you had died thousands of times.

You had many reasons to abandon your innocence. There were few reasons to keep your naivety. To you, who did not throw away your innocence despite the many reasons and kept it when you didn’t need to, I simply say:

I love your innocence.

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You alone cannot protect yourself.

I alone cannot protect this world.

But if it’s the two of us, you and I, we can do anything.

I’m also afraid. Killing you is terrifying.

Staying beside you, even though I know I’ll be hurt, is hellishly frightening.

But my fears will not stand in my way of being with you.

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Listen.

This is the scar you left on me.

-Gongja.

Don’t forget.

-…Who are you calling for?

Never. Don’t forget, even if you die.

-My lover.

The man who offered me his heart.

-The man to whom I will offer mine.

You, in this place.

You live in my heart.

-Have a safe trip.

-……

-I’ll be waiting for you.

Are you listening?

Can you hear it?

Gongja.

I love you.

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The Lady of the Silver Lily smiled a little.

“It’s troublesome to be proposed to like this. I love your voice. Do you understand? If you don’t say it yourself, I won’t listen. So, you have to come back to me quickly.”

My heart pounded.

“I’m going to kill you. I’ll kill you over and over until you come back. If you can come back by seeing my scars, I’ll show you them as many times as necessary.”

“Milady…”

“So look at my wounds and suffer. Look at the scar you left on me. Look at it again and again. There are traces of you there.”

The Lady of the Silver Lily reached out her hands and grabbed my neck.

“You are the only person in this world who can kill me.”

Gently.

“You should know that I’m the only person who can kill you.”

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You were born as the daughter of the Duke of Ivansia. You had a sad mother and lived a sad life. Your husband was decided before you were born, and after you were born, you dedicated your life to that person.

You are a white flower.

You are called the Moon of Ivansia, you were called the heiress, and I called you Your Ladyship.

“You’ve arrived.”

“……”

You are standing in the hallway. In this hallway, in the dark night, you are like a lone island in the sea. An infinite sea surrounded you. I heard the crashing waves.

You are not Heiress Ivansia, not the Lady of the Duchy, nor Your Ladyship.

“Raviel.”

The white flower smiles.

“I was waiting, Gongja.”

I love you.

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I ran and hugged her.

“Raviel.”

A million words were suspended in my mouth.

I could say [I’m sorry].

I’m sorry I left you a permanent scar.

I’m really sorry.

I could also say [thank you].

Thank you for trusting me, thank you for waiting for me, and most of all, thank you for loving me.

For loving someone like me.

But what I wanted to say was not an apology, nor was it words of thanks. This wasn’t the first time I apologized to her, and this wasn’t the first time I would be grateful to her.

In this moment, the night we reunited, I didn’t want to apologize or thank her.

‘Something I’ve never said before.’

I wanted to present her words that I could only say to her once. I wanted to give her an utterance I would only say one time in my whole life. My first. My last. I wanted to dedicate my time to Raviel Ivansia.

So. Therefore. That was why.

I took Raviel’s hand.

“Let’s get married.”

A marriage proposal.

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Raviel slowly nodded.

“I am called many names. I received the epithet of the Silver Lily from the emperor. The empire calls me by my title, Heiress Ivansia. But my name, Raviel, will eternally belong only to you.”

We kissed.

Deeply.

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“This is the world I live in. I am loyal to this empire. My world and my nation needs to recognize my marriage. Even if you are a commoner here, you are my lover, and every citizen of the empire must accept you.”

“All right. But can we expect everyone to react well…?”

“It’s fine, Gongja,” Raviel said composedly. “Citizens who do not recognize you will die by my hands.”

What do I do? She was too cool. I was falling in love again. I wanted to fall in love with her again and again.

“I understand. Let’s have our wedding in your world, Raviel. But I also have a condition.”

“Speak it.”

“Breaking the engagement with the prince is necessary, but you shouldn’t be the one to initiate it. I won’t be able to forgive anyone who speaks poorly of you when they know nothing.”

If anyone tried to point fingers at my beloved, I would break that finger. If anyone gossiped about her, I would cut off their tongue. If anyone besmirched her, I would kill them.

I wasn’t kidding.

I’d give them a taste of hell.

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“Husband…?”

Raviel’s eyelashes fluttered. Her shoulders shrank a bit.

‘What the heck is this reaction?’

I didn’t know it at first since Raviel kept a straight face, but I soon realized it. No way. Maybe? Could it be? No, this wasn’t possible, even if it was the end of the world, but…

“Raviel. Are you embarrassed right now?”

“Mm…”

Raviel mumbled.

“It’s insanely adorable. My man is…”

Her embarrassment infected me in an instant. This was crazy.

My face turned red, and my lips were dry. Still, my head worked just fine. At this time, it would be best to counterattack by saying [Raviel is the cutest person in the world]. I could return all the damage I’d received from Raviel so far. But I couldn’t do that. I felt so flustered I thought I would die.

Instead, I compromised.

“Husband.”

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Raviel covered her lips with a white napkin.

“You thought of me.”

“Yes.”

“Gongja. You’ve already helped me. The people of the world won’t know this, but you’ve saved this world from destruction. You’ll continue to save it in the future. Isn’t it all right for you to do what you wish, even a little?”

“No.”

I shook my head firmly.

“I’ll be with you all my life, Raviel. For the rest of our lives. I don’t want to obsess over [what I’ve done for Raviel]. I don’t even want to think about it. I want to give you more things, things that are more precious than anything I’ve done for you before.”

“……”

“I want it so that meeting me would be the greatest fortune in your life. I hope that being beside me will be your greatest happiness. I want to mean the most to you, Raviel.”

“…It’s not a matter of fortune or happiness.”

Raviel stood up from the table.

She slowly approached me and bent down.

“You are my one miracle.”

Our lips met.

#this is an example of an author who knows what is romance and how to write romance 🤌#i hardly feel anything when it comes to that genre (only to cringe and abandon it) but this? THIS IS A GEMSTONE #these two could be mistaken as shakespeare's characters #they are the SUICIDE/REGRESSOR COUPLE #putting this as (1/?) since i haven't finished reading the novel yet #sss class suicide hunter #sss class revival hunter #kim gongja #raviel ivansia #ravja

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gravedigginbbydoll · 4 months

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FELIZ AÑO NUEVO MIS AMORES

This year has been insane for me. I started writing on this app, met some amazing people, formed amazing friendships, got accepted to grad school, got married, and much more.

I’ve struggled a LOT this year with family and irl friendships and depression, along with imposter syndrome and anxiety over what the rest of my life will look like…

But through it, I found this website and so many stories, I got back into my passion for writing… hell working on fanfiction and some of y’all’s own writing inspired me to start an original romance novel ! (It’s very shoddy but I still love it)

I’m so grateful for so many of you but I have to call out of a few of you…bc Jesus Christ id lose my head without y’all.

@eddies-house for always talking to me, understanding me SO DEEPLY, and rambling with me over headcanons. You’re one of the most beautiful, sweetest, big hearted, and creative people I know. Also your imagination and headcanons never fail to get me feeling so emotionalllll. You deserve the world and I hope this new year brings you that and more.

@xxhellfirebunnyxx for always talking to me and listening, fangirling with me, and embracing the cringe. You’re so gorgeous and hilarious, and your smut writing is beyond words. You’re an insanely awesome person and mom (literally how do you do it?!?).You consistently have me dying of laughter as well as giggling and kicking my feet at your smut. The new year better treat you right or I’m kicking its ass.

@cryingglightningg we mostly just recently started talking but I really love our conversations and your wit and outlook on things. I always find our conversations interesting and you’re such a supportive person. I really hope we continue to talk and everything, and I hope the new year is kind to you.

@ghost-proofbaby wellllll I’ll be honest… I was a huge fan of you before we spoke, I obsessed over 24 hours and then The Shire is Burning. You inspired me to actually start writing on here ! And you’ve been nothing but kind AND hilarious every time we speak. I can’t thank you enough for helping me re realize my love for writing. <3 may you have the most wonderful new year.

Some honorable mentions (we may not talk often or at all but I wish you all the best and you’re all literally so amazing and talented): @hellfire--cult @munsonology @reidsbtch @spookykoolkat @eddiesxangel @chrrymunson @bettyfrommars @babygorewhore @lokis-army-77 @trashmouth-richie @blueywrites @storiesbyrhi

And many more (if I haven’t included you, please know this also goes out to every mutual, every person who reads my writing, and everyone who follows me and anyone who may stumble upon this post, I just am super bad at names and I don’t want to drag this on too long): have an amazing new year and an incredible night! You’re all so wonderful and sweet and I can’t imagine life without this fandom and community!

#graves personal #stranger things #eddie munson #thank you #seriously.#graves personal post #happy new year

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chaoticbardlady99 · 3 months

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She’s Not Acid Nor Alkaline (Astarion x F! OC) MDNI 18 +

Author note- here’s my horny Pirate OC x Astarion fic that I’ve had sitting in my google drive for the last month. If you like it- let me know what you think :) also I have not written 3rd person in a hot minute so if the writing is half asses- please know I’m getting my groove 😂 (I was also very 🍠 the entire time I wrote this LMFAO)

Synopsis: Astarion and the rest of his companions have found a way to bring Karlach back from the dead, but it’s going to require an entire crew and a beautiful Sea Captain to get there.

Photo belongs to @cheekylittlepupp on Tumblr

CW: Violence, death, smut- filthy smut, dom/sub, oral (m! Receiving), PIV

Part One- Pirate Captain Wales

Astarion trudges through the streets of Athkatla, Amn while closely following his companions- Wyll and Tav taking the front and center. The latter drawing attention to the group with his bright white scales and piercing red eyes.

Astarion had loved Tav once. He couldn’t say he was in love at any point, but Tav’s kindness and warmth towards him had changed Astarion’s soul for the better.

The group had remained in Baldur’s Gate and continued to play an integral part in each other’s lives. Tav, Gale, Wyll, and Astarion somehow ended up becoming roommates while Shadowheart and Lae’zel had their own place. Astarion was secretly grateful that all of them wanted to live near each other. Astarion wasn’t quite ready to be on his own in the world yet and he enjoys having company now. He prefers it over loneliness.

Astarion’s favorite companion, Karlach, heartbreakingly passed shortly after the Netherbrain was defeated. Her passing left a massive hole in the group and in Astarion’s heart. She was easily the closest thing he’s had to a “best friend” in his entire life.

Tav had been searching endlessly for a Ring of the Sunwalker and a way to get Karlach back. Tav had fallen head over heels for Karlach and she had loved him equally as much in return. Astarion had cried with Tav on more than one occasion talking about the Tiefling.

Tav had helped Astarion in finding a Ring of the Sunwalker- succeeding only a year after defeating the Netherbrain. Astarion wasn’t sure what that meant for their traveling relationship, but Tav was bewildered when Astarion asked if he could continue traveling with Tav to help find Karlach.

“Astarion,” Tav says seriously, “you are always welcome wherever I am- don’t be silly. Or do- that might make Karlach come back just to smother you in hugs.”

Astarion scowls with fake disdain, “what a terrible thought.”

When they came back to Baldur’s Gate- they began staying with Wyll and Gale while trying to find a solution to resurrect Karlach or at least convince Wither’s to do one last favor.

Mizora eventually ended up portaling into their living room (it was not a welcome intrusion) and informed Wyll that- in exchange for a contract being completed- Mizora would give Wyll the exact location Karlach is imprisoned and a map.

Tav had gone to lunge at the woman- demanding to know what in the hells Mizora was talking about and to tell him where his beloved was now.

Wyll took the contract to save Karlach- whatever it had been is not known to anyone, but they found out that Karlach’s body had been transported to the third layer of the Hells- Minauros. She is wasting away there because Zariel had wished it while putting the infernal engine in her body.

According to Mizora, Karlach’s body was intact enough to maybe perform a resurrection. The key word was ‘maybe’, which didn’t sit right with Astarion, but Tav had been there for him when he needed him. Astarion had been there for him too when he faced his father, but this felt far more important and equal to Tav helping him kill Cazador. Not to mention, Tav convinced him not to corrupt himself in the end.

There was one good way to get to Minauros and that was through Stygia and the only hidden portal was past Flamsterd’s Sunken Tower. Not only was the Tower all the way across the Sea of Swords and then some, but it’s under the fucking water in a bubble of air and Flamsterd was not known for letting just anyone pass through his waters. He protects the gate relentlessly- not allowing anyone in or out unless they can navigate his underwater attacks and his Sea Dragons.

Wyll had talked to his father and the Duke gave him a name and a location. He knew someone who could get them there, navigate them safely through the waters, sail them through Stygia, and back.

That’s what led them to the city of Althkalta- in search of the Pirate Captain Wales and his ship- The Chimera. When Gale scoffed- asking what a Pirate could specifically do for them. Wyll simply stated that the captain is Valkur’s Aasmir- a Chaotic Good minor Seagod who was also a ferocious seafarer. Duke Ravenguard said Captain Wales was the best of the best- destroying whole fleets of WarShips over the last 58 years when Baldur’s Gate was in need of help getting their trading ships from harbor to harbor. He always asked for payment, but he always finished the job and was reliable. Gale kept his reservations to himself (and Astarion- since they actually agreed on something for once) since Wyll was hell bent on this Pirate Captain being the answer.

Astarion didn’t understand why they didn’t just go through Avernus- bringing this point up a few times as well as Shadowheart. Wyll and Tav shook their heads- the two of them being very familiar with the Hells and it’s domains. This would be the safest way without alerting Zariel that they are saving Karlach- they don’t need the Archdevil swooping in at the last minute and putting a new engine in Karlach’s chest before they can even begin to find a way to resurrect her. Astarion couldn’t argue with that logic and if this Captain was as good as they say- well at least Astarion will see more of Faerun.

Althkalta wasn’t the worst city Astarion has seen. Menzoberranzan has been his least favorite so far- constantly watching his back for angry spider people was not his favorite pastime. Astarion is eager to get the introduction to the Captain over with though. He’s fucking tired and is ready to just read a damn book.

It takes forever, but Wyll finally finds the entrance to the Speakeasy. They get to The Chimera’s hang out by making several twisting turns down random alleys and stumble upon a man screaming at an incredibly stunning half- elf woman.

Astarion feels it hit his heart like a bus- he swears his heart almost beats again.

Oh Gods Dammit.

Astarion always thought that thiramin nonsense was total bullshit. Astarion doesn’t even believe in love at first sight.

Now he isn’t quite sure what he believes as he looks upon this woman. Astarion thinks he might pass out from how elated his body feels when she meets his eyes and her painted red bow-shaped lips part with a small gasp.

Her piercing azure gaze leaves his and he barely catches the groan of frustration that threatens to leave his lips.

She’s petite- maybe only standing at about 5’2. Her pointed ears are pierced with bard rings. Her wavy hair falls down to just between her shoulder blades and it’s a sun kissed golden brown. Her skin is equally as blessed with the warmth of the sun and freckles are smattered all over her face- even some on her stomach and trailing below her midriff. Astarion wants to see where those freckles lead so badly it makes him feel feral.

The woman is lean with beautiful breasts that are barely concealed under a white, flimsy cropped fabric fashioned into a shirt that wraps in the front. Her nipples are hard against the fabric and Astarion doesn’t think it’s from the warm air. The scent of her arousal hits his nose as his eyes trail down her legs and ass- the skin tight black leather pants leaving nothing to the imagination. She blushes at Astarion’s attention and turns away quickly- regaining her smug composure.

“Selune help me,” Shadowheart says lustfully, “I want to be the one in her bed by the end of tonight.”

He has to remind himself that Shadowheart is his friend and no, he will not kill her.

Astarion wants to drag this woman off and ravage her- consume her- until no one else thought they could have any claim over her. He swallows thickly- what in the hells is happening to him?

“You can’t just fucking kick me out!” the Orc hisses with a knife drawn.

The woman rolls her eyes- earning a huff of approval from Lae’zel.

“I think I just did,” her voice like milk and honey, “it’s my crew- I’m the Captain.”

She drinks the rum in her left hand while the right is holding a weapon he hasn’t seen before towards the ground.

Wait, she’s?

“We have a contract, cunt-,” the man sneers, “ I get six months worth of pay.”

She laughs so hard she snorts. Astarion is going to die all over again. How much more fucking adorable and sexy can she get?

“You do realize you are talking to a Pirate, don’t you?” She holds the gun up lazily pointing it away from her body but higher up towards her face.

Astarion reasons with himself- he’s just excited to see a different face in a beautiful body in an entirely different town. Astarion just needs to fuck somebody and he’ll figure that out later. He is sure that’s what’s happening.

“I don’t have to pay you or deal with your bullshit if I don’t want to,” she takes another long sip from the bottle, “ and frankly, I’m really getting sick of you suggesting that I should be a ‘good little half- breed’ and bend over for you.”

Astarion feels his skin light on fire and he has to resist the urge to pull out his weapons. Astarion can feel Tav’s gaze looking at him with amusement and a stupid giddiness Astarion could shank the man for.

“Well,” the orc smiles and steps forward with one of his hands going towards her breasts, “you are so tantalizingly del-“

The man’s head disappears and the weapon in her hand is smoking. She shoves it into a holster on her belt and turns towards the group.

A tiefling man- a vampire spawn to Astarion’s surprise- comes running out and he is also pretty to look at because Shadowheart is immediately enamored with him. Astarion is glad that she is now much more interested in him than whoever this woman is.

The tiefling groans, “Calypso- really?”

“Oh please, Lucy,” she goads, “what else would you have me do? He was barely tolerable and was too busy fucking his own hand to even do anything competent.”

“Yes, but for the love of Hells could you please stop killing our terminated employees in the middle of the street?”

Astarion wants to burst into laughter- this has happened multiple times?

“Lucy, go piss on someone else’s parade,” she says before turning back to the group with one hand perched on her hip, the other waves in the air dramatically “we have company! Dammit Lucifer!”

She takes another long sip from the rum, “I must apologize for my first mate’s unruly manners- he’s not known for being a very good host.”

Lucifer looks at her with a glare and waves his hands- casting the corpse into another realm. She smiles at him cheekily and he rolls his eyes.

Astarion feels a pit of jealousy invade his stomach. The man is tall with slate colored skin and piercing demonic red eyes. He has long black hair that is windswept and horns that resembled Karlach’s if she had both pairs. He’s muscular- he looks like he can pick her up and throw her against a wall. The way he looks at her tells Astarion he has definitely wanted to or has in the past. The way Lucifer scans over her body is like a man who has drank from the fountain of youth and wants more.

Not that he doesn’t come with an assortment of baggage and lovers, but he does hope it’s not a serious relationship between the two of them.

“You’re Captain Wales?” Wyll says in disbelief, “my father neglected to mention that you are a woman.”

Calypso raises an eyebrow at Wyll.

“And why couldn’t Captain Wales be a woman?”

Wyll’s eyes go wide and he is fumbling over his words. Calypso’s melodic laugh floods the air and she smiles brightly at all of them.

“I’m just fucking with you,” she says, “but- obviously- I need to know who your daddy is before I just let you into my Speakeasy. Not many people know where this is.”

She reloads the device in her hand and points it steadily at Wyll.

“So tell me- are you a friend or a foe?”

“Hopefully a friend,” Wyll says with a nervous laugh, “my father is Duke Ravenguard of Baldur’s Gate.”

Something seems to click for Calypso and she puts away her weapon.

“Oh you are most definitely a friend,” she smiles brightly, “come on in- pardon the disaster inside. Big guy didn’t make a whole lot of friends while he was here and my crew enjoys fighting.”

The minute the door opens the cheering erupts in an ear shattering pulse of sound. The energy in the air is full of life and adrenaline. Astarion is swept up in the sound of people cheering their crewmates on and placing bets against them. His need for some chaos has been sated. Baldur’s Gate was getting rather peaceful before this journey.

The crewmates stop abruptly as Calypso walks into the giant bar and they all cheer in succession- chanting some obscene thing about the Orc being gone. It was so out of sync that Astarion had no idea what any of them were saying.

“Oh shut your whore mouths you whiny babies,” the whole crew laughs and some whoop and cheer- her tone is playful and bashful, “get back to your stupid fight. I bet 50 gold on Toothless Tosh.”

In a flash- the energy picks all the way back up in the room and is even more chaotic than before as they push the man he assumes is, “Erwin” (from the cheers) into the ring. He’s a massive tiefling and his opponent is an Orc, the man named ‘Toothless Tosh’.

The fight is explosive- the tiefling gets a few good hits in and the orc just takes it before grabbing the tiefling’s face with one hand and slamming him on his back- effectively knocking the man out. The crowd screams in chaos- some people are pissed they lost and others are goading about winning.

One man begins to punch another out of anger and it gets ugly. Astarion expects the rest to join in but they don’t. They all look at each other with a “well they know better” look.

Calypso finishes her Rum bottle and flips it in her hand so that she’s holding the neck of the bottle.. She walks over and slams the glass over the first guy’s head as he goes to stand up and attack the other man again.

A damning silence fills the room. Astarion is admittedly very turned on by the display of power.

“My friends,” she says, her broken bottle in hand as she steps on the back of the crewmate she killed, “you know the rules- if you guys can’t handle gambling and want to beat each other to death- do it outside. I don’t need your filthy blood all over my tavern.”

She turns to the second guy and points her broken bottle in his direction- the man’s eyes light up in fear.

“Clean up the body and consider this your only warning.”

Astarion watches her saunter off and he’s absolutely mesmerized by the swing of her hips. He’s going to explode.

The group follows her with Lucifer behind them- the tiefling keeps giving Astarion suspicious glances and it makes Astarion want to just kill him so it will stop. He has a feeling Calypso wouldn’t care for that much though.

They pile into a room in the back- a massive map on the wall and a massive desk in the middle of the room. There’s even a globe. There are plush chairs and no windows- the room is lit by candlelight.

Her long eyelashes cast shadows on her face and she looks even more ethereal than she did before. She leans against the desk and leans back on her palms. Tav gives Astarion a look as if to say ‘after you’ forcing Astarion to be the one closest to her.

Forcing was hardly the term- she could stab him through and he’d probably thank her.

Not actually, but the sentiment is there nonetheless.

After everyone is settled into the cabin, Calypso smiles at all of them.

“So,” she smiles slyly, her gaze lingering on Astarion, “how may I help all of you?”

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Calypso relishes in Wyll’s uneasiness and his obvious struggling to not look at her basically bare chest as he explains the situation.

Men are so predictable- wildly, easily, predictable.

Except for the man with the beautiful white curls atop his head with the ruby red eyes. He is unlike any man she has ever been given the privilege to be near. He looks like art.

“Sounds like an interesting adventure you lot have planned,” she says slowly, “what is it you are specifically looking for in Minauros?”

This is the question the group has been sidestepping the entire time- Tav looks like he’s on the verge of tears.

“You won’t want to go,” Tav says flatly, “there wouldn’t be anything of worth in it for you.”

“Try me.”

The man she’s been waiting to speak all evening finally says something.

“Are we really going to sit here and pretend like we all don’t have some item of worth we can’t compensate with?” He scoffs and looks at the Dragonborn, “do you want Karlach back or not?”

His voice is even more beautiful to listen to than she could have ever imagined. Calypso felt like she had been struck by lightning the minute she saw him.

Calypso’s father used to tell her about elves and their beliefs surrounding soulmates. The die hard romantic inside of her had always dreamed of finding hers- hoping he, she, or they were out there in the world looking for her.

She met Lucifer about a year or two after she had been saved from her mother by a young flaming first now known as Duke Ravenguard. Calypso owes him her immortal life and she will continue to gladly fight for him- and she now supposes his son- to repay that debt a thousand times over. If her son needs help, she’s happy to provide it, but she doesn’t want to let a group of individuals onto her ship if they won’t trust her. Calypso knows from experience that it never goes well.

The white scaled Dragonborn bows his head in defeat before looking at Calypso- her heart breaks for him. His gaze alone is enough for Calypso to agree to such an arduous journey.

“Karlach- my partner- she…” he trails off before taking a deep breath, “she died after we defeated the Netherbrain. The infernal engine in her heart caused her to implode- or so we thought. Mizora told us that she’s rotting away in Minauros and that we could still possibly save her.”

“Why do you need a ship to enter the hells,” Calypso says while keeping her eyes trained on the Dragonborn. She doesn’t want to give anyone the chance to interject.

“We don’t want to alert Zariel that we are saving Karlach,” Tav says bitterly, “we don’t want her resurrection to end with her being imprisoned again.”

There is a pregnant pause in the air as the group looks at Calypso with weary eyes. She doesn’t understand why all of them are acting like she is so evil. Okay maybe she did kill two people within 30 minutes of meeting them, but both of those crew members had been contracted and were on thin ice before this group of misfits arrived at her door.

“I appreciate the information,” she says with a smirk, “I was already going to help you anyway, but good to know we can all trust each other.

“Really?” Wyll says to her with surprise, “no payment?”

“Eventually we will discuss payment,” she says slowly, “but I want to make sure I get you to where you are going safely first. Ravenguard may trust me and like me just fine, but I have no desire to get his son killed with all of his gold sitting heavily in my pocket.”

“You don’t think this is going to be an easy trip?” Wyll says.

She shakes her head and goes to say something, but Lucifer interrupts her.

“I can’t believe you are even considering doing this,” he hisses at her, “Umberlee cultists and the Cult of Water are traveling along this same route.”

“Lucy,” she says in a warning tone.

“No!” He says indignantly, “how do you know his son is as good a man as he is? What if your fucking battle prowess and stupidly good luck doesn’t actually work and then we’re all fucking doomed!?”

She gives the man a warning glare.

“I am a grown woman, Lucifer,” she snarls, “I have been captaining my ship for a little over 58 years now. I know the risks and I know that myself and my crew can handle them.”

Lucifer glowers at her and as he goes to speak- Calypso interrupts him.

“There is no argument to be had- if you or any of the other crew mates don’t want to go then that is entirely okay as it always has been,” she says matter-of-factly, “but Duke Ravenguard has sent his only fucking son here for help which means it’s important. I will not take that lightly nor turn them away to be at the mercy of another Pirate or snobby government Naval Officer.”

Lucifer storms out of the room- slamming the door behind him and knocking a picture or two off the wall. Calypso rolls her eyes at his antics- he’s been nothing but an absolute shit ever since she told him she didn’t want to have sex with him anymore two weeks ago. She was tired of pretending to enjoy herself with him.

They had been screwing each other on the side for the last 60 years- her saving him not all that long ago from a lesser Master Vampire who had struggled to establish himself.

At first their affections for each other were full of want and desire, but as time has gone on, Calypso realized she wants- no needs- more than someone who can provide her meaningless mediocre sex and half-assed returned affection. She didn’t even like the guy that much.

Calypso had been wondering if she had made a mistake cutting the man off- her fingers weren’t cutting it and she missed loving someone.

Then the Pale Elf walked up to her door and now she knows what it feels like to feel alive- to feel true, pure passion, lust, and affection. She feels ridiculous for it- she barely knows him and she would give her entire life to him.

Calypso wants to crawl into his bones and let him take everything from her. She would take the man right now if given the chance, but for once, the idea of anyone watching her be intimate with someone is not that tantalizing of an idea.

Calypso wants him all to herself and she must find a way to make that happen. Maybe not tonight, but she’ll find a way eventually.

Calypso asks the stunning bar maid to show her guests to their rooms and answer any questions she has. She then whispered in her ear that she’ll reward her greatly if she lets her know what the Pale Elf was up to that evening.

The barmaid came back not even 10 minutes later with information. Calypso had the woman crying out for more as Calypso ravaged her with her mouth- a reward for her quickness.

His name is Astarion and he immediately asked where the nearest flop house or brothel was. The bartender said that he told her that he needed to get someone out of his head and someone else underneath him. The bartender declined his advance because she was far too excited for Calypso to lavish her. She told Calypso that he looked like he was on the verge of exploding the minute he walked out of her office.

Excellent.

Calypso shouldn’t exploit her bartenders for information like this, but Calypso has a Gods given talent when it comes to pleasuring people and she isn’t about to let that go to waste.

Calypso doesn’t pay a lot of attention to the woman outside of going through the usual motions. Her mind is on Astarion.

Would he respond to her this way if her mouth was around his cock? Would he lavish her in affection and knock her down a peg- taking control of the situation- like Calypso has always wanted.

Calypso even lets her mind wander to him staying the night, waking up in his arms, and even just getting to know him. She wants to memorize his face and how he enjoys being pleasured- loved.

She finishes the woman and once the bartender redresses- Calypso smacks her ass, tells her she was “so good for her”, leaves a love bite on her neck for one last reminder of her time in Calypso’s bed, and sends her back to tend the bar.

Calypso can’t deny that she’s a little hurt he went to go fuck someone at a brothel. Not that she didn’t just basically do the same thing, but there wouldn’t have been any need for any of it on both sides if he had just waited a couple more seconds before living her room after the meeting.

Calypso hops into the bath she had drawn earlier and forgot about- using a simple cantrip to warm the frigid water again.

She scrubs her face first and then swishes her mouth out with a swig of rum- swallowing it with a shudder. At least the woman's taste is gone.

Calypso takes her time afterwards- she soaks her hair with coconut oil and then uses soap to scrub it out. She soaks her hair again, scrubs, repeats- until her hair is ¾ of the way clean of the coconut oil. She grabs the jar of honey, orange, and olive oil- putting the tiniest amount into her hair.

Calypso enjoys her few restful moments where she can just feel like a person again. No one special- just her and her vain ways.

Correction- self care. Calypso loves her self care.

Running a whole crew of assholes was incredibly difficult. They were all the best kind of assholes, but the contracted workers have continued to be a nightmare. Calypso hopes that these so-called, “heroes” will be different. She already knows Ravenguard’s kid is going to be a total goody two shoes.

Calypso finishes cleaning herself off- using the destroy water spell to make the bath water disappear. She dries herself off, rubs grape oil into her skin and puts on another thin, white flimsy shirt with an equally provocative pair of panties.

She admires herself in the mirror. She adores herself and reminds herself every day how fucking incredible she is- inside and out.

Calypso is intelligent, mischevious, and daring. Some would even go as far as to say captivating. Her hourglass figure looks like a fucking God blessed it.

Oh wait- ONE DID!

Calypso huffs in frustration and lays out on her bed- her hands finding themselves going underneath the thin fabric of her underclothes and begin touching herself.

She’s embarrassed by how quickly she was consumed with thoughts of Astarion- how desperate she is to know what it’s like to be touched by him. However, she quickly loses whatever rhythm she was getting with herself when she remembers where he currently is and it certainly wasn’t on top of her.

Calypso groans in frustration and rolls over- putting her head in her pillow and screaming. This is not the way she would like to be screaming in her pillow tonight, but it is what it is.

Calypso decides she doesn’t care what he’s up to- she can still imagine. Rolling back over, Calypso puts her hands back on her pants- rolling and teasing her clit. The moans that leave her mouth are tame and quiet- her other hand finding enjoyment in pleasuring herself by fingering her own cunt.

Calypso is like that for Gods only knows how long- trying to get herself off without thinking of the pale elf’s whereabouts.

The knocking at the door interrupts her solo session and she gets up with a frustrated sigh- pulling her hands out of her barely passable underwear and she opens the door.

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Astarion thrusts himself into some random woman at a local flop house- desperate to get Calypso out of his head. Her brown eyes are clenched shut while she (he thinks her name is Beth?) is screaming and crying out for him, but he’s barely present for it.

Astarion could care less about the woman underneath him and it just doesn’t feel that good to him at all. He actually feels entirely used up and like he needs to wash off.

Once the woman cums- he allows himself to stop focusing so hard and just allows himself to soften. He lies to the woman and says he had an amazing time before quickly leaving- her voice asking him to come back for a cuddle.

Being with someone else didn’t make his aching for Calypso go away- it just dredged up old gross feelings because he wasn’t honoring what he wants.

No- he will have to go directly to the source and if she is willing, Astarion will allow himself to indulge. After 200 years of utter bullshit, he deserves this much.

His shoes click against the cobblestone streets as he walks back to Valkur’s Den- the home of The Chimera and her gorgeous Captain. Astarion is hardly paying any attention- the dissociation has it’s hooks into his bones and it’s not improving.

He washes himself off using a cloth and a pitcher of water- removing any evidence of the woman at the flop house.

Astarion reasons that he should wait until tomorrow, but his body won’t listen. He needs to see her- the living equivalent to a breath of fresh air. It’s an ungodly time and tonight may be the last restful sleep any of them get, but he doesn’t care.

Astarion will fuck her to sleep every night if that’s what he has to do to make up for one night of total disruption.

The candle light flickers under the door so he assumes she’s awake or has fallen asleep with the light on and he entertains the thought of leaving. He gingerly knocks on the door, then it flings open and there Calypso is.

She’s wearing a pair of underwear that barely hides anything between her legs and the white shirt she wore earlier is now untied, laying delicately against the swells of her breasts- her nipples turning delectably hard upon seeing him. Her arousal once again stirs his own. Calypso’s hair is mussed up and her cheeks are flush. The slick between her legs suggests she was indulging in herself and Astarion has to focus on not just taking her right there in the door way.

“How lucky am I to be greeted by such a beautiful face at this time of night,” she muses, leaning towards Astarion, “and I thought you’d still be pleasuring yourself at a brothel.”

Ah so that’s why the barmaid was asking so many questions.

Astarion grins mischievously, “are you jealous, Darling? Afraid some woman who couldn’t get me off is a far better fuck than you are?”

“Oh please,” she retorts, “I saw how you looked at Lucifer and that Orc. Don’t like the idea of anyone else taking me? Making me moan and writhe under them?”

Calypso smiles wickedly at him as Astarion feels his proverbial hackles rise at what she just said.

He just needs to get her out of his system- that’s all. She can fuck whoever she wants.

As long as it’s only him.

Calypso looks him up and down with an amused smirk. She shifts herself ever so slightly that one of her breasts is almost entirely revealed to him. Her deep azure eyes wander down to his hardening cock before looking at him through hooded eyelids.

“You know, Astarion,” she says, pulling him through the threshold by his pant strings, “if you want to be buried inside of me- all you need to do is ask.”

“Well aren’t you sure of yourself, Darling,” Astarion replies back hotly, trying to keep his cool, “who says I wasn’t here to request that you wear less revealing clothing from now on?”

Calypso walks up to him- trailing her fingers along his arms and slowly letting her eyes meet his.

“It’s a yes, by the way,” she quips, ignoring his statement entirely.

Astarion swallows thickly- desperate to win this little battle they are having. Calypso raises one of her eyebrows at him and smiles cheekily.

“But if that is what you are truly here for- then your wish is my command,” she says politely, turning around on her heels in the direction of her closet.

Astarion doesn’t think about it- he smacks her ass hard. She yelps in surprise and then gasps out in pleasure as his right hand tangles in her hair, pulling her flush to his chest as he closes the door behind them. She moans as he nips at her neck- the sound only intoxicating him further.

The fog is lifting ever so slightly- the longer he touches her and explores her- the more he is brought back to reality.

This is who he actually wants to be connected to- who he wants to explore and pleasure.

Astarion guides her over to look in front of the mirror- the way her pupils are blown wide with lust makes him almost cum right there. Calypso is intoxicating and he needs more.

“Get on your hands and knees,” he growls at her through clenched teeth.

“And if I don’t comply?”

Astarion smacks her ass hard again, relishing in her yelp of pleasure, and flips her around. He undoes his pants with one hand as he makes her watch his cock spring free. The blush between her cheeks, her heart rate, and the strong smell of lust between her legs tells him she’s enjoying herself. Not everyone enjoys being the leader all the time.

Astarion roughly pushes her on her knees in front of his cock- knowing exactly what she’s wanting from him. There’s a certain air of lustful desperation in her presence- she wants him just as bad.

Calypso wants him to take control- she wants to be rough housed with. The thought tickles his brain- the image of the Tiefling man and two other lovers being far too gentle and depending on her to make it fun.

Astarion is going to be a complete 180 for her. He is going to show her why he is 10 x better than the Tiefling man who was practically eye fucking her the entire night.

“Open your mouth,” he commands.

Calypso keeps it closed and looks up at him like it’s a challenge. Astarion grips the front of her hair and top of her scalp- earning an open-mouthed wanton moan from her before shoving his cock in her mouth.

Calypso hums in pleasure while tears prick her eyes as Astarion slides himself down her throat. Gripping her hair, he moves her up and down at variation of speeds. Her look of frustration every time he is about to cum and then slows her down is wonderful.

She may have won the battle earlier, but Astarion is here to win the war.

Astarion watches as she goes to touch herself and he thrusts into her mouth- hard- earning a delicious choked whimper from her.

Astarion pulls her off his cock and makes her look up at him. She stares at him with doe eyes as if to mimic a virgin being fucked into for the first time. He growls impatiently.

“No touching yourself. Be a good for me,” Astarion says thickly before, “and I’ll consider rewarding you- do you think you can do that for me, my sweet thing?”

Calypso pouts and begins to argue- Astarion pushes himself into her mouth again while his hand still has purchase in her hair. She’s a lustful mess with her mouth around his cock- the white shirt barely staying on and her thighs dripping with her nectar. Her drool dribbles down her chin mixed with his precum.

She hums eagerly around him. Her left hand grips the back of his thigh while her right hand fondles his balls and follows her mouth occasionally with languid strokes. Astarion is fucking relentlessly in her mouth- almost overcome entirely with pleasure when she begins to moan as his precum continues to coat her mouth.

The way Calypso touches him makes him feel like he’s died again but actually went to heaven. He pulls out of her mouth before putting her down on all fours in front of the mirror. He is reinvigorated by the way her spit and his essence dribbles down her chin, the way her breasts hang- how her eyes look in the throes of pleasure.

Astarion begins to thrust into her without foreplay- she can take it and she does. Calypso cries out as he fucks into her- she goes to touch her throbbing clit again and Astarion grabs her arms- pulling them behind her back.

Calypso groans in frustration- cussing at him and he punishes her by thrusting into her even harder. She’s thanking him for taking her in between wanting cries.

“Asta- fuck- your- I’m,” Calypso keens loudly as her eyes flutter shut.

Astarion watches her in the mirror as her arousal overcomes her- her chest heaving as she comes down from her high and her head drops as she pants. Calypso’s hair hangs messily around her face as she looks into the mirror. Her face is full of euphoria and bliss as she looks up from underneath the tangled mess he’s created. Astarion is sure she isn’t real- all of this is far too good to be true.

He kisses along her shoulders and up her collarbones- turning her perfect body around and wrapping his arms under her legs.

Astarion eats up the giggles that leave her lips as he picks her up, lays her down on her bed and begins to kiss her deeply- passionately. He lines himself up with Calypso’s soaking cunt and slowly thrusts himself into her. Astarion kisses her neck as she traces his body with her fingers. Astarion feels a surge of emotion cross over him when she immediately moves her fingers away from his scars the minute he tenses.

Astarion kisses her neck softly- hoping his silent worship of her is felt through his actions. Her hands hold him in place and his silver curls are in between her fingers.

“You can feed,” she whispers breathily, “if you like.”

Hells.

Astarion greedily sinks his fangs into her without any warning- his lust for her and his hunger from the lack of food winning over. She tastes like citrus, sunshine, and ocean mist. Astarion is grateful to find someone who tastes better than Tav.

His thrusts become messier, slower, and longer as he feeds. Calypso whimpers and moans underneath him.

“You feel… so fucking incredible,” she coos quietly.

Astarion barely brings himself back to reality in time to release his fangs from her neck. She sighs as he cleans the wound with his tongue and with one finally thrust- he’s moaning as she clenches around him and he fills her to the brim with his seed.

“And you have been very good for me, Darling,” he growls playfully into her ear before placing a kiss behind it.

Her pleased giggles with a ‘my pleasure, Handsome,’ filled his chest with warmth.

Astarion collapses onto his back and pulls her fucked out form against him. Calypso immediately lays her head on his chest and lets out a content hum.

“You know,” she drawls, “I don’t usually let people stay overnight in my room.”

Astarion doesn’t know why it feels like being flayed when she says that. Of course she would want him out of her room- this was just sex. Astarion was just getting her out of his system.

Astarion looks at her with amusement, trying to appear suave and unbothered by the statement.

“No worries, Darling,” he says with a fake smile, “I so did enjoy our little tryst though. Perhaps we can do this another time before this little journey of ours ends.”

He goes to get up and she pushes him back down with a gentle palm on his chest- rolling her eyes playfully.

“Let me finish- I’m usually not lucky enough to be in the presence of such an interesting company,” Calypso teases, but her eyes are soft, “I want you to stay the night.”

Astarion cocks an eyebrow, trying to appear suave and unbothered, but his body hums with pleasure under her touch. He squeezes her ass with both hands as he lifts her onto his lap, and she beams at him.

“Perish the thought- for a pirate you are a terrible liar,” Astarion muses and presses a chaste kiss to her pouty lips, “a sweet thing like yourself doesn’t have the most interesting people across all of Faerun groveling at your feet?”

“Oh I most certainly do,” she states matter-of-factly, “but my opinion of interesting and the world’s opinion of interesting is a different matter entirely.

“Will you stay?”

She pulls back and studies his face. Astarion looks at Calypso and tries not to let his utter infatuation with her show. She looks at him with an innocent, genuine curiosity. This obviously isn’t something she does often and he can hear her heartbeat racing- the hidden worry in her eyes getting more prominent.

“Or no-“

“No!” Astarion protests more abruptly than he means to.

The glee that fills her eyes is almost worth how embarrassed he feels at his eagerness. Who the hell is he?

The slight feelings of grossness and dissociation had attempted to invade his brain like it always does, but her gentle praise and want to please him made him feel… treasured. It helped keep the worst of it at bay- leaving it to be quite literally swept away by the ocean itself.

He also doesn’t know when he threw caution to the wind. Astarion blames it on the alcohol and the enchanting beauty the Sea Rogue possesses. Astarion is certain that his deep attraction to her is just the fact that she is an Aasimir. They are known for being more attractive right? Except he hadn’t been attracted to Dame Aylin so he doesn’t know if that’s a proven theory.

Astarion’s inner dialogue is cut short by the sound of Calypso’s breathing getting heavier and her heart rate slowing. He places a soft kiss behind her ear before letting his trance take him.

#baldurs gate 3 #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #astarion romance #bg3 spoilers #Karlach x Tav #Astarion x F! OC #oc #my ocs #astarion acunin #astarion x f!tav

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damnedrainbows · 2 months

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RULES:

These are five years old and are going to change with things to be added in the next few days, but they’re mostly the same! A i was informed they weren’t showing up on my blog so I made a pin for now

Muses:

Generally the entire show, but my mains are Alastor, Lucifer, and Charlie

Following and Unfollowing

I am selective.

I will only follow back blogs I actively wish to RP with. Or people I’ve made friends with. I’ll be ever grateful for every follower I get, but it doesn’t mean I’ll follow you back.

You don’t have to be an rp blog for me to rp with you. One of my partners is just a normal fandom blog. Writing is writing C:

I don’t do exclusives. For me I find it takes a lot of the opportunities away to get to know more cool people. If you want to make me an exclusive for something…go right ahead, but I won’t do the same. You’ll simply stay my partner. I want to be able to interact with everyone. That being said, I do mains! That doesn’t really mean anything other than your blog would be the first I tag if I see something that reminds me of our muses, that sorta thing.

If I hear wind that you’re harassing any of my friends you’re done. And if you’re harassing me in any way. I do not put up with bad treatment of my friends or me. You don’t want a block from me. Jordan doesn’t block ANYBODY.

Threads and Communication

Sometimes I’ll have long posts, sometimes short ones. It depends purely on my inspiration at the time, but I’ll always put my best effort in. I want you to do so too!

Before writing any verse you want to do, please talk to me first C:

I LIVE FOR RANDOM STARTERS TBH. It’s like…waking up to Christmas morning and seeing your present. Mutuals please drop me a random starter any time.

I play my characters the way I want to play them, the way I interpret them. So if you don’t like how they’re played, that’s fine, but I’m not likely to change it.

If you send IC memes please specify the muse, since…well, I have the whole show.

I’m of age so I do smut but nothing too-too graphic. It will be tagged of course.

My threads are for my PARTNER only. Or partners if it’s a threeway. Please do not reblog them. You can like em, you can use the little reply button to say something–if you really want to talk about something that’s happening in them shoot me a message-but do not reblog unless you are said partner. C:

For the love of God, don’t hound me. I’m aware I can take a while to reply, but I have a lot of threads usually at the same time and some I have more muse for than others. Please don’t link me to our thread, please don’t say “it’s your turn” or some sort of variation of passive aggressive harassment. You aren’t going to make me respond faster. You are just going to spark my anxiety and make me resent our rp. If it’s been four days feel free to message me–not four hours.

Unless you’re a canon character my muse needs to get to know you a bit. C: So it’s unlikely you can just pop up to one of my muses, never having met, like ‘hi, how you been?’ and not have them be like “who da fuck are you"

Shipping

Shipping will mainly be thread-dependent. If you feel like our muses may mesh, go for it!

I will not tolerate hate for what I ship. I don’t need to be told I’m shipping something unhealthy because chances are I’ll state it’s unhealthy and I by no means condone dating a psychopath in real life. Hate will be deleted and blocked.

When it comes to OC ships and any ship really, ship needs chemistry. Do not force a ship onto my muses. They need to get to know each other, and this mainly applies to OC ships–not so much the pr-established characters in the show. If I already ship it, I’m down to jumping straight into a shipping thread.

Crossovers

I am mildly less selective with crossovers since this show is literally…all about crossing over into other media. I’m still selective but not as much. For my own comfort I won’t be rping with characters from the Sonic franchise.

Triggers and Tagging

I know very little about triggers myself and what people consider a trigger. IF you want something tagged you’ll have to ask. I’ll be clueless otherwise, but I will tag all ships. And the basic gore and blood and such. Be aware of the fact I have bad memory problems. If I forget to tag something you asked me to tag I’m sorry, it wasn’t on purpose.

This is an insanely dark show and there will be a lot of blood and gore and horror. There will be torture and killing talk, but it will still be tagged.

Mun Notes

I have serious memory problems. Like, really bad due to a combo of illnesses. Cut me some slack, I’m going to forget rules and probably certain triggers if I’m not used to tagging them. You have no ida how many friggin rule pages I’ve read on this blog. I’ll do my best but I’m going to forget, and probably more than once. It’s not my fault, I’m trying my hardest.

I do not do passcodes. For some reason they make me…severely anxious and I don’t know why. If we rp, I’ve read your rules, rest assured. If you really really depend on a passcode…well, we probably won’t be rping then. ;-; sorry.

I’m a physically disabled person who’s online rather…all the time because I can’t work really. So rp is like all I got going on right now as I work on my animation portfolio at home.

I’m a very sweet twenty two four old that loves to talk to people. Talk to me any time about my muse, about anything! Feel free to approach me just to talk in general. I really love people! We don’t have to rp to be friends.

And finally, what I write, my characters’ views do not reflect my own. I do not condone the destruction of entire civilization or eating babies. Unless they are tasty babies.

#blog rules

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thosehallowedhalls · 2 months

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Home Without, Part 4

Book: Crimes of Passion

Pairing: M!Trystan Thorne x Emma Rose (F!MC)

Rating: Teen

Word count: ~2000

Summary: Trystan and Emma have cut off all contact. Will they finally move on?

A/N: We've made it to the final part! I hope it does justice to the previous three. Thank you all for following Trystan and Emma on this little adventure. They only needed a little competency to unlock this AU 🤭

Submission for @choicesmonthlychallenge, prompt: I never thought I'd see you again. @choicesficwriterscreations

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And then she does what she should have done from the beginning: she blocks his number.

This whole debacle has made one thing abundantly clear: she can’t move on if the temptation to contact him is always there. And she thinks the same applies to him. So really, she’s doing them both a favor.

Which is not to say it doesn’t hurt like hell.

But she doesn’t cry. She won’t let herself cry. Trystan was always going to marry royalty. At the very least, an aristocrat like Juliana. Isn’t that why she ended their relationship in the first place? Still, she might as well have stayed in Drakovia for all the distance she put between them over the past two months. She only has herself to blame for where she is now.

Never too late to rectify things, she decides, ignoring the little voice in her heart that whispers it won’t be so easy as all that.

If she thought that Trystan’s name and face were everywhere upon his recoronation, it’s nothing compared to what an all but confirmed royal engagement does. A handsome prince and a beautiful princess are tabloid catnip, especially with Trystan’s storied history to spice things up. The whole world can’t seem to get enough of him.

Emma can relate.

To combat it, she devotes herself to her work with renewed zest. She doesn’t check any social media, and she avoids looking at any and all magazine stands. She lasts four days before she cracks and, in a jumbled mix of morbid curiosity and jealousy, googles Trystan’s would-be fiancée. She spends fifteen minutes reading her Wikipedia page and an assortment of articles, before embarrassment, sorrow, and self-directed anger snap her out of it.

Still, she’s seen enough.

Princess Jia is beautiful, and she has a reputation for wit and kindness that Emma finds profoundly annoying. She wonders what Trystan thinks of her. After all, he fell in love with the last woman he entered into an arranged engagement with. Perhaps history will repeat itself.

She knows she should like that idea. Trystan deserves love in his life. She wonders if it’s a moral failing that she can’t bring herself to wish for it.

She openly changes the subject every time Luke and Ruby talk about him, subtlety be damned. It isn’t hard – Ruby picks up the baton after the first few times and begins to steer Luke away from the topic of Trystan whenever his name comes up. Still, she doesn’t talk to Emma about him, for which she’s grateful.

Until she does.

“Are you ever going to tell me what happened between you and Trystan?” She asks, lifting a hand when Emma opens her mouth. “Please don’t insult my intelligence by pretending not to know what I’m talking about.”

They’re sitting at a table in their favorite café, a hopelessly tacky place whose kitschy appearance only a true New Yorker would know to look beyond to the gem it truly is. It has the best coffee in the city, and it’s one of Emma and Ruby’s favorite places to hang out together.

“I wasn’t going to. I was just going to say I don’t want to talk about it.”

Ruby’s shoulders slump. “He really hurt you, didn’t he?”

It would be easier if she could say yes, but she shakes her head. “He didn’t hurt me. The circumstances did.”

Her friend sighs. “I really thought he would come back. He wanted to. It was obvious every time we saw him.”

“Yeah, well.” Emma sips her coffee. “It’s not about what he wants anymore.”

“Do you think he’ll be happy?”

“I don’t know. I hope so.”

“And you?”

Her smile is forced, but it’s there. “Oh, you know me. I always bounce back.”

She does at that, but it’s so hard this time. She thought she could adapt to being without Trystan again – she’s known him for all of five months, for God’s sake. Why does it feel like part of herself is missing? What kind of messed up codependency is that?

Except that she knows, deep down, it’s not about codependency. She can take care of herself without any issues; she doesn’t need Trystan. But she wants him. So much. And being without him now feels like a dagger through the heart, so consistent that she no longer remembers what it’s like to not feel its steady, piercing stab. It’s this soul-deep, unrelenting pain that drives one truth home: she loves Trystan. Perhaps she has always loved Trystan.

She tells herself she’s being an idiot. She’s known him for such a short time, and she was with him even less than that. But Emma knows love, and she knows what it's like when it’s ripped away from you. She may not have that much experience with this particular type, but she doesn’t need to understand it in order to feel it.

Six weeks to the day after she returned from Drakovia a second time, she’s not made any meaningful strides towards moving on. She’s beginning to wonder if she ever will, if Trystan will always be an open wound, hidden beneath layers of time and life.

With a sigh, she refocuses her attention on the case file she’s been examining. She’s barely reread the basic intel when her phone rings. With a frown, she accepts the call. “Uncle Tommy? Is something wrong?”

“Uh… Kid? There’s someone looking for you down here.”

“Now? What do they want?”

“You should probably come over and see,” he hedges.

She sighs. “I’ll be right there.”

Her mind is still on the file as she makes her way down the stairs and into the bar, but her mind goes blank and her heart lodges in her throat when she sees the man sitting at the counter alone, a glass of whiskey sitting untouched in front of him.

Trystan.

She doesn’t realize she said his name out loud until he turns to face her.

“Emma.” It’s barely more than a whisper, but she feels it down to her toes.

“W-what are you doing here? I never thought I’d see you again.”

He stands. “I had to see you.”

“So I gather. What I don’t get is why. Don’t you have a country to rule? Or a wedding to plan?”

Tommy looks between the two of them and turns to the patrons in the bar. “We’re closed, people! Drinks are on the house, now move it!” He gives Trystan one pointed glare before looking at Emma again. “Say the word and I’ll kick him out.”

“It’s fine. His Majesty here won’t be long.”

Tommy nods. “In that case I’ll just… go for a walk.”

When they’re left alone, Trystan and Emma only look at each other. He takes a tiny step forward, his hand raising as if to touch her, before he remembers that they’re not exactly on those terms anymore.

“I would’ve called, but you blocked my number.” At her skeptical look, he sighs. “And I was afraid you’d tell me not to come if I did call.”

“I would have.”

“Yes, I know. Can we talk?”

“Is that not what we’re doing?”

“You know what I mean.”

“No, actually, I don’t. What’s going on, Trystan?”

He takes a deep breath. “I abdicated.”

She goes completely still. She isn’t sure she’s not hallucinating.

“Emma?”

“What did you just say?”

“I abdicated.”

Hearing it a second time snaps her synapses back into working order. “What do you mean you abdicated?”

His lips twitch, as if he can’t help but smile with her. “I mean I gave up the throne.”

“I’m not asking for the Merriam Webster definition, and you know it,” she says impatiently. “Just… why did you do that?”

He gives her a look. An I-can’t-believe-you-just-asked-me-that look. “What do you think?”

“You don’t mean me.”

“Of course I mean you.” He takes one step closer, then another, until they’re close enough to touch. “I did it because I love you. Because I’m in love with you. And I’m done pretending you're not the most important part of my life.”

She wouldn’t be able to speak past the knot in her throat if her life depended on it.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at a loss for words. It’s either enormously flattering, or a terrible sign for all my hopes and dreams.”

“What the hell happened? The last time we talked, you were adamant that staying in Drakovia was what you had to do.”

“You removed yourself from my life,” he says quietly. “Once you did, it became obvious that you’re the best part of it. I found myself hating the very country I was supposed to rule because it stood in the way of us. Hating myself for thinking there was ever any other choice but you.”

“Trystan,” she manages. “This is insane.”

“What’s insane is that it took me so long to figure out I would make a terrible king. Drakovia’s ruler ought to love her above all else. That was never going to be me, Emma. The one thing I love above all else is you.”

“You really mean it,” she whispers. “You’re sure?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life.”

“What about your princess?”

A smile lights up his face. “First of all, she was never my princess. Second, she’s desperately relieved. It turns out that she’s in love with her childhood best friend but doesn’t know how to tell her parents yet. There’s a not inconsiderable chance she would have jilted me at the altar.”

A surprised laugh escapes her. “That must sting.”

He takes one more step forward. They’re only inches apart now. “Not at all. The only thing that would sting – that would break my heart– is if you don’t want me anymore.”

She’s pretty sure she resembles a cartoon character right now, what with the hearts she can feel in her eyes. But she takes a stab at one last half-hearted objection. “Aren’t you worried about leaving the country in Lydea’s hands?”

“Not in the slightest. I have you to thank for finally making things right with my sister. She will make a great queen. And I… well. I know Mafalda didn’t end up hiring anyone, so I’m hoping I still have a job.”

“Oh, you do, don’t you?”

“Mmhmm. But not nearly as much as I’m hoping I still have you.” He takes a deep breath. With a mounting sense of wonder, she realizes that he’s scared she’ll say no. “What do you say?”

She can only choke out three words. Then again, they’re the only words that matter. “I love you.”

His eyes glimmer with sudden tears. “Emma.”

“Are you honestly telling me you’re surprised?”

He grins. It’s the widest, most joyous smile she’s ever seen. “Maybe a little. Say it again.”

“I love you, Trystan. Bad jokes, concerning ego, and all.”

He laughs, a purely happy sound, before he frames her face in his hands. When he kisses her, it’s slow, achingly slow, even as it grows in intensity. Their breaths mingling, their mouths melding together… they both revel in the intimacy, neither in any rush to end this moment. When they break apart, he rests his forehead on hers, eyes closed, neither of them quite smiling, just… relishing each other.

Reveling in what they never thought they would have.

“I love you, too." His voice grows hoarse. "You're the love of my life, Emma. I want to spend what's left of it proving it to you."

She presses a soft kiss to his jaw. "I guess I could be persuaded to let you. On one condition."

"What's that?"

"You let me do the same."

His smile is so full of joy, it makes her heart tremble. "You got yourself a deal, detective."

#trystan x emma #trystan x mc #crimes of passion #home without #playchoices

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danganronpadespairtime · 1 year

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Chapter 2 Progress Report

This is a report and introspective about the development of Chapter 2 of Danganronpa: Despair Time.

TL;DR: Chapter 2 of DRDT will be released in 2 parts, rather than all at once. It seems likely that Part 1 can be released in early/mid 2023, *but there is still a chance it won’t come out that early.*

Batch release

I’ve recently decided to release Chapter 2 in 2 parts, rather than all at once. That is to say, I will start airing the episodes that I’ve made so far without waiting to finish Chapter 2. When each part is being released, it will be in consistent weekly episodes. In other words, Chapter 2 is being released as weekly episodes as expected, but in the middle of the episodes, there will be a hiatus. Hopefully this hiatus is much shorter, as I simply have to finish the remainder of Chapter 2.

Part 1 and Part 2 are not equal in length. Part 1 comprises of the majority of Chapter 2, about 70% of it. Although I won’t tell you exactly how many episodes are in Part 1 or where Part 1 ends; you’ll just have to see for yourself.

This was a recent decision, meaning that the writing of Chapter 2 may not have been specifically designed to accommodate this release structure.

I did say, once, that the entirety of chapter 2 *might* be done in early/mid-2023. I regret saying that now, as it seems like a lot of people had seriously taken that to heart.

The way things are now, for me to finish Chapter 2 in it’s entirety by early/mid-2023 would involve putting myself through hell.

That being said, I do believe that just Part 1 can be released by early/mid-2023 (unless I once again underestimated it. PLEASE take this release date estimate with a grain of salt!) This is because I am nearly finished with Part 1. All I have left is to finish the following tasks:

Make 2 mini-games

Animate a CG

One or two more rounds of editing passes + finishing touches on all episodes

Make a Chapter 1 recap video

Then I will start airing episodes of Chapter 2. So you can expect episodes to start releasing sooner than if I had waited to finish Chapter 2 first!

However, I do not wish to accidentally mislead everyone a third time. Although I’ll try my best, it is possible that I cannot finish in that time, so please don’t be surprised if it is not ready by mid-2023. If that happens, I will offer my apologies again.

Past progress

I always worry that I’m taking too long of a time to make DRDT. But I had only started making the episodes in March of this year, so the speed is actually really good. In that time, I produced a new episode slightly faster than once a month.

Then, the real reason that Chapter 2 is taking so long is that, for some reason, it took me an entire year to write the script. It was half a year to write the rough draft, and half a year to refine it with my proofreader, hydrator.

I don’t know why it took that long. It might just be that I was busy last year.

Voice acting

In general, there is more voice acting in this chapter. More scenes have voice acting, and per popular request, trial mini-games are fully voiced. However, there will NEVER be fully voiced trials, so please be understanding...

I’m really grateful to the voice actors, who as always are incredible with their talent and patience with me. It’s because of their amazing work that Chapter 2 can shine.

Quality improvements

Many people made it clear that they were generally unsatisfied with the quality of Chapter 1 in many ways. For that, I deeply apologize to those who were disappointed or unhappy.

I have tried my best to work hard and improve DRDT, so that everyone can enjoy it. I think that Chapter 2 is a lot better than Chapter 1 in all aspects, but especially with regards to the writing. If there is previous issues with the pacing, or with certain characters lacking scenes, I hope you can find these issues resolved in Chapter 2. Because of that, I am very excited about it, and I hope you can look forward to it.

Future updates

It seems that I’m running out of update posts to make. Because the content that I’m working on is spoilers, I cannot post previews. And with Chapter 2 taking this long already, I am hesitant to divert my time away from Chapter 2 work to make any bonus content like comics or illustrations. In any case, please understand that even if you hear less from me, I’m still working on DT.

Conclusion

Thank you for reading this far. I hope that you will enjoy Chapter 2 of DRDT, whenever it comes out. I will be happy if you continue to support me and my work.

#update

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valaruakars · 1 year

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for the smut drabbles number 44 "You're really messing with my head here." and 80 "F-Fuck, I don't think I'm gonna last long if you keep doing that." with Viktor and Reader just having fun and being gentle with each other? 🥺

I hope you feel better soon and that the stress will go away 💕 I am already eternally grateful for the things you have written (especially LGP) and I wouldn't mind waiting a decade for an update

Ohoho, don't worry, the stress is now ✨gone✨ But more on that later! For now, some modern flavored spice for you and your endless patience w/ me 😘

Tags/Warnings: 18+, Viktor x AFAB Reader, modern!au, phone sex, dirty talk lite, mutual masturbation, he's on the sweeter, cheekier side for once

It starts with, “I miss you.”

Sweet and sad, you sigh it into the receiver the moment he picks up his phone. It’s hardly been twenty-four hours, but he understands the pull. He’d like you close too. Your love speaks loudest twined around him, in all those little touches—fingers in his hair, skin to skin—but this will have to suffice.

You talk and laugh and share your day, and, thinking back, he’s not entirely sure where the shift occurred. Was it the way your voice seemed to turn wistful and needy? Or how he could hear you shuffling around in bed? Was it when he started imagining you fresh out of the shower, curled naked between the sheets with your soft, damp skin after you innocently mentioned you’d just stepped out?

Though, come to think of it, that part wasn’t very innocent at all.

Pretty soon, he can’t help that he’s palming himself through his boxers to the sound of your raw, sleepy voice; that he sighs into the line, but it sounds dangerously near a groan.

“You’re really messing with my head here,” you say abruptly, catching on. “Are… Are we really doing this…?”

Viktor huffs a little laugh and decides to push it. Same as he decides to slip his cock out all the way to stroke himself in earnest. “Doing what?” he asks, sweetly feigning ignorance.

He can hear how badly you don’t want to say it, how embarrassed you are in the heavy silence that follows. Or perhaps it’s that you’re scared to be wrong, but he realizes that too late for mercy.

Because you finally whisper, “Are you, um… Touching yourself too?”

“Mmhm,” he hums, and really pushes it. “Do your fingers feel as good as mine, miláčku?”

You breathe out, shaky, and he can only imagine that you’ve slipped in two to fuck yourself on. “They don’t. Not at all.”

“As I suspected. But you’ll do your best for me, no?”

“To what…?”

“To come like I’m touching you. Always so loud…” he muses. Lets his legs splay wider, thumbing languid circles into his cockhead. “I’d like to hear it.”

Confidence builds in your voice with each word. “You wanna know what I’m doing, too? What I’m thinking about?” you ask, and it has him twitching.

His nod is eager, as if you’re there to see it. Like it’s your pretty hand stroking him off in the darkness. “Tell me everything,” he begs, “please.”

Everything, so that he can conjure the perfect picture of you: Knees knocked wide, nipples teased to puffiness dragging along the sheets, prostrated with your ass in the air, though you’d rather be bent over his lap, apparently. Gives him access, the best angle to play with your pussy; to circle your clit with the flat of press of three fingers when you’re desperate for relief from his teasing. That’s what you wish was happening. What he wishes was happening, too, rather than listening as you rut against your hand and pant into the phone.

But it works and works well.

Especially when you whine his name.

“F-Fuck, I don't think I can last any longer if you keep doing that,” he warns, wound tight.

“I can’t—I can’t either,” you gasp, punctuated by the slick press of your fingers, in and out, so loud he can hear what a mess you’ve made of your cunt. “Vik, you don’t understand what your voice does to me.”

But with how you nearly sob your release into the receiver when he says, “Come for me, then,” he has a pretty good idea.

#viktor arcane #viktor x reader #mdni #arcane x reader #reader insert #my writing #no it's not necessarily lgp but uh the initial hesitance of this reader is.. fitting..#2022 birthday prompts

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pretty-emo-dad · 1 year

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Queer rep is like “I’m a girl…. But I like?? A girl >_<“ Meanwhile queer coding is like “I look at her face through her fishnet veil. Is she pissed? I can’t tell because it’s hard to see her expression in the dark. I shrug, smile, but feel my lip jerk to one side.

“Okay. Stressful. School and all.”

She nods at the moon, who would never be stressed out by dumb things like school. I wish she would look at me.

“I missed you.” I say it with feeling. Too much feeling. “I tried to text. I thought maybe you left town or something.”

“Nope, still here. Well, there was that really brief stint with Diego in Paris. He got me this coat.”

“It’s nice.” I say it before I even look at her coat but now that I do, I realize it is a nice coat, a very nice coat, and I’ve never seen her in it before. Probably another spoil from the Warren dumpster but no, it looks too new. It’s got a fur collar. “Is that real fur?”

“Rabbit.” She blows smoke coolly out of her nostrils like a dragon. “He skinned it himself. Don’t look so appalled, Smackie. That’s what they do in Europe. Anyway, it had a good life before he shot it. Lots of tall grass and hopping in the Bois de Boulogne or whatever.”

She grins at me, her eyes shining. “Oh, how was your little sex party thing, by the way?”

“Okay.”

“Cool.”

“I mean, it was super lame,” I add. “I don’t think I’ll be doing that again. Ever.”

She looks at me. “You’re allowed to have fun without me,

you know.”

“I know,” I say. “But I really didn’t. At all.”

She looks at me until I look away.

Silence.

When I look back at her, she’s staring up at the moon, smiling serenely at it like the moon is her new best friend, it’s telling her the most gorgeous things in the world, it would never betray her for some dumb cunts. I could never compare. I shouldn’t try.

“I really missed you this week. I thought maybe you were upset with me.”

“Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know.”

“Because you went to that lame party?”

When she says it aloud like that, it sounds utterly stupid.

“No. I don’t know. Maybe,” I say.

She laughs and shakes her head. “Don’t be an idiot.” She turns back toward the moon. “Unlike your new friends, I’m a grown woman.” “I know.”

“I have my own devices.” She looks down the street as though she’s waiting for a taxi that will arrive and whisk her away any minute now. The street is dark, empty, aside from a few scared-looking undergrads walking quickly down the sidewalk, huddled together, their coiffed heads bent, purse logos shimmering in the dark. Probably venturing toward the one cool bar downtown.

The tango music swells up again.

“We’d better go back inside,” she says and moves to walk in.

“I’m sorry I went,” I blurt out. “I would much rather have hung out with you.” It’s the truth. It’s so the truth I can’t even look at her.

“Do you want me to be mad at you? Is that it?” “No,” I say.

“Because I will be. Samantha, how dare you.” “Ava.”

“Why oh why did you desert me for three hours?”

“Stop it.”

“Do you know I almost died? In fact,” she turns to look at me, “I am dead.” “Don’t.”

“Oh yes. I’m a ghost now, Samantha. I died of a broken heart. I died of grief. It’s in the autopsy. And it’s all your fault. My tombstone reads, Friend Deserted for Evening. I didn’t invite you to the funeral because I figured you wouldn’t care.”

“Ava, please stop—”

She moves in closer. Cups her hands around my face. Her hands are cold and soft and strong through the mesh gloves that grate my skin. She smells like wet leaf, firewood, and green tea. Her hair is platinum feathers brushing my cheeks. Her eyes are runny and scary with makeup, both the brown one and the blue one boring into my skull. We’re swaying slightly like we’re about to dance.

I remember how the first time we came to class, we were late and all the men had been taken. So the teacher said, You two, pair up! Take turns leading.

Are you leading or am I? I asked Ava.

Whatever, she said. We can both lead.

Okay, I said, not knowing what to do. So I sort of followed and led at the same time. She was looking right at me sort of dreamily, happily, like what bliss, what fun, isn’t it? but I didn’t know where to look, so I kept my eyes on a peacock feather earring dangling from her left ear. It felt a little like holding a dream.

I’m staring at that feather now, though this doesn’t feel like a dream.

“Samantha,” she says now, “I don’t care, okay? I really don’t. You want to go to a pretentious party and fraternize with bonobos, I honestly give zero fucks. I don’t care what you do or where you go, okay?”

I feel my breath being knocked out of me. “Okay,” I say. She looks at me.

Tears are suddenly running down my face.

“Smackie,” she says softly.

But I’m walking away, stumbling then running. Even though the night scares me. Even though I hear her calling my name as I walk off into the night. I hear her calling me back, but I don’t turn around. I want to show her I’m not scared. ”

#bunny mona awad #Samantha Mackey #Ava x Samantha #Ava x smackie #wlw #bookblr #queer rep #queer coding #lesbian #bisexual #book recs

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wishtale-blogs · 8 months

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📣Wish Announcements📣

Ello!! So, since I don’t have an introduction/master post, I will have an announcement post instead!! It’ll work just like an introduction post but with more! It’ll be separated into three sections: events, Q&A, and tags!

Events:

Events works pretty simply, if I’m doing an event or challenge of some sort it’ll be put here so y’all can see what’s happening!

I’m currently doing a “what should I draw?” Challenge where I draw characters I don’t normally draw or haven’t drawn much!

Q&A:

Q&A also works pretty simply, if I notice a question is being asked a lot, no shame at all for asking, it’s just being put here so others will know before they ask and I don’t have to repeat myself 10 times lol. (not including in ask games lol)

(Also, while I don’t have any real questions rn as I’m writing this, I will answer some basic questions so y’all can get to know me!)

1). What do you do? I make art a lot and hope to work on animations soon!

2). Do you take art requests? Yes!! Unless I make an announcement otherwise, my art requests are always open! Tho it might take a little bit to finish, especially if there is an event going on, it will be finished as soon as possible!!

3). Are you open to asks? Also yes!! Asks will be answered as soon as I’m available to answer them!!!

4). What characters have you made? I’m the creator of Wishtale, and Monarch/Butterfly!Sans in the utmv community! And I also have my persona that ironically is also named Wish until I figure out a better name lol! (I’ll add links to my drawings of them when I figure out how to get that to work)

5). What fandom/s are you a part of? I’m a part of a lot of different fandoms, but the one I post the most about is utmv, although I do occasionally talk about fnaf and vocaloids!

6). Do you have any other blogs I should be aware about? Yes!! I have a second blog @wishtale-art!! This is where I post my final drawings, tho wips and other things I don’t want on my art blog will be posted on this blog!

7). What is your sexuality and gender? I’m pansexual and agender!!

8). What pronouns do you go by? I go by any pronouns!!

9). When is your birthday? My birthday is on December 14th!!:3

10). Is there any triggers I should be aware of? Cigarettes and vapes are something I don’t really like to be mentioned because they generally make me angry, idk if that counts or not but pls don’t talk about them to me.

Tags:

Tags are where I’m going to put tags I use often and explain what they are used for!!

#📣wish announcements!📣- used for this post any updates on this post

#wish rambles- used for posts I post that I talk about stuff!

#wish answers- used for any asks I answer

#wish complains- used for posts that I’m complaining about something

#wish vents- used for vent posts

#wish’s art- used for any reblogs from @wishtale-art or any of my wips or drawings I post on this blog

#wish does polls!!- used for any polls I do

#wish is real???- used for any posts that have to do with me irl

#important stuff👆- used for any reblog/post that has an important topic!

Please know that everything on this post is bound to change and be updated with time but I’ll do my best to let y’all know whenever any major changes happen!

Also, I made this as a very late thank you for 200+ followers!!! I’m extremely grateful for each and every one of y’all that’s following me!!! I’m sorry this took so long. I’ve been busy with life and things have been very chaotic for me lately.

#📣wish announcements!📣

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Déjà Vu

Chapter 1

Series Summary: After an unforgettable night with a stranger, Princess Eleanor finds herself caught in a secret love triangle between a noble and a commoner.

Chapter Summary: Eleanor prepares for a night out with her best friends despite her mother's wishes for her to attend a special family dinner.

Pairing(s): Liam x Riley (in discussion); more to be revealed

Word Count: ~2740

Warning: 🔞 Mature Audiences Only 🔞 this chapter references drinking; brief language

A/N: Welcome to my Crack Fic! No one asked for this... at least no one of sound mind, and if you're a big fan of TRR, you might actually hate this (no, I'm not killing Liam!). When I pitched this idea (half-joking, half-serious) to some buddies after reading the book Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas, the eager encouragement I normally receive was met with (what's that TikTok trend with that T Swift song?) "horrified looks from everyone in the room". But... I could not get this idea out of my head. So, here we are! I have a general idea of where this story is going... but I'm actually leaving myself open to possibilities. No matter how the road twists and turns, I would be honored if you join me!

A/N 2: This story takes place approximately 2 decades after TRR/TRH. I have made some canonical changes (they will be mentioned). Characters and some plots belong to our friends at Pixelberry! Huge thank you to @charlotteg234 for looking over this for me (and laughing like a maniac with me)! This was not Beta'd; please excuse my errors.

~🖤~

Eleanor

Tapping my newly manicured nails against the glass topper to my vanity, my gaze nervously shifts back and forth between my choices for the evening. I don’t know why this is so hard–or why it’s taking me this long to decide–but somehow, here I am in quite the conundrum.

Perversion or Temptress: that’s it. But, when it came to darkening the outer-corner of my eyelid, picking the right hue of eyeshadow matters. Yes, yes, they’re both a deep black; one is a dark matte that has the potential to smudge all over my porcelain face, but the other one, while dark, has little flecks of silver.

Biting my lip, I look at myself in the mirror before looking back at the YouTube tutorial I was following. I feel silly making such a big deal over the color; afterall, this is supposed to be fun. Normally, for me, it is. I’m actually really good at doing my own make-up, thanks to the internet and to my mother who convinced my father when I was fourteen that mascara and lipstick would not lead me down the path of destruction and eternal damnation.

Well, I guess I should clarify: I do a great job on my make-up, my everyday natural, diplomatically poised look. Think lots of pinks and taupes. It’s the latest trend for crown princesses; I should know.

But tonight, I wouldn’t be Princess Eleanor. I didn’t want to be Princess Eleanor.

Dangit, that came out wrong. I don’t mean to sound like some stereotypical spoiled brat that is born into money and power, who craves freedom from her poor little privileged life. I am content–actually, very grateful for the life I have been born into. I have been given incredible opportunities and experiences because of it. But, I’m not naive; I know I have a high-calling, one filled with much responsibility and dedication. Someday I will be queen of Cordonia.

Let’s not get ahead of ourselves...

Tonight, I’m just Nora–at least that’s what my friends call me, and since I’m turning twenty this coming Tuesday, they wanted to take me out over the weekend. This weekend. See? Responsible. But, there is just one problem…

There’s a sudden knock on my door, my mother instantly inviting herself in. “Dinner’s in thirty Eleanor–” she freezes as her eyes grow wide. “Y–you’re make-up… don’t you think it’s a bit on the, um… heavy-side?”

“Mom,” I singsong, "it's supposed to be. This is how all the celebrities and models wear their make-up when they hit the town."

"Hit the town?" My mother gave me that eyebrow, the one that gives away her true unspoken feelings. "You're going out tonight?"

"Mhmm. To dinner." I settle on Urban Decay's Perversion, and start tapping the color against my eyelid. "I told you and Daddy that Josie and Beth were taking me out–"

"Eleanor," my mom shot her first warning signal with her tone. "We discussed that tonight wasn't a good night. And if you ladies could do things tomorrow–"

"It's just a family dinner," I continue to work on my look. "Daddy said it was fine–"

"But you know how important this dinner is. We have a special guest."

Yes, yes. We know.

His name is Drake Walker, and he is–well, was, my parent's best friend back in the day before I was born. He actually grew up with my dad, Drake's father serving as my Grandpa Rys's royal guard when he was king of Cordonia.

But, then there was a falling out of some sort…well, that's according to my Uncle Leo. He means well, but I'm fairly certain the truth has been stretched.

Anyway, I'm not too clear on what happened, but shortly after my parents got married, Drake moved back to his home in America to start a normal life. He never settled down with a wife, but he kept busy with his construction company.

That is until four months ago when he discovered his business partner had been siphoning company funds into off-shore accounts. Now he spends his days laid up on the couch with a fifth of whiskey. And broke as a joke.

Drake's brother-in-law Bertrand Beaumont, the Duke of Ramsford, serves on the royal council with my parents, and after a late meeting one night, he shared the truth about their former best friend.

Daddy and his bleeding heart… sure, he can see fiery red from time to time and his temper can bubble over, but my father is known for his grace, forgiveness, and charity towards others. He contacted his old friend… which then led to an invitation back to Cordonia.

'It's only for a little while, until he gets back on his feet,' Daddy assured my mom. 'We'll give him tasks around the palace until then.'

Mom called it a 'midlife crisis'. I don't think I was supposed to hear the latter part.

I began to draw on my eyeliner as my mother crossed her arms, glowering at me. Feeling the disappointment radiate from her glare, I stop, shrugging my shoulders. "What?"

"Part of being royal is posing as a unified front as a family."

"You act like this is some official business or a press event–"

"Our closest friends are going to be here, Elle, and–" she stops, her eyes playfully smoldering as her voice becomes angelically romantic. "--I think even Bartie is coming."

"Mom!" I chuckle, my cheeks pinking in embarrassment from her inflection. "It's not like that with him."

Oh, but it was…

Bartie Beaumont is one of my closest friends. He's a few years older than me and well… I really enjoy spending time with him. He's incredibly kind and charming in and out of social situations. He's quite handsome with his dark, well-kept hair and deep chestnut eyes. And smart–goodness, he's smart. He can keep up with my father, round-for-round in debating politics and foreign policies.

He's always been fiercely protective of me, even when I was a little girl. But he was always just Bartie, my honorary older brother… that is until he asked me to dance at a charity gala when I was sixteen. I had never been asked to dance by a boy before; I was normally paired with other noble children, usually from the suggestion made by their mothers. But this? It was different… and special. Someone chose to dance with me because they wanted to. And until that moment, I never understood what it meant to let a partner 'lead you', and well… I digress. It was nice. Bartie… he's just nice.

"But seriously, Mom," I continue, "the girls have already set everything up for tonight, and I'm the guest of honor for that. I can't just stand them up."

My mom gives me a long sigh. She's having that internal argument with herself where she compares her younger years as a commoner versus her younger years as a royal. "I guess I was hoping you'd get to meet your Uncle Drake tonight–"

I couldn't control my giggles. Growing up, Mom and Dad always referred to their close friends as 'Aunt' or 'Uncle', like my Uncle Max and Aunt Livvy. But they were also active members in my life that I saw frequently. 'Uncle Drake'? I don't even know the guy.

"Isn't he living on our couch for a while? I'm sure I'll meet him at breakfast sometime."

My mom pursed her lips. I think she realizes she has no other reasons to keep me home. Thank goodness.

"Is Lars going with you, or is one of the other guards?"

"Mom," I whine.

"Eleanor, you know the rules–"

"But I just want to be a normal twenty-year-old for the night–"

"Almost twenty-year-old," she smirks, stepping forward to fidget with my wavy, honey-brunette hair. "It's just not safe, baby. People know who you are–good people… and bad people. Even under all of this make-up, people will still recognize you."

I give a little huff, but she was right. I once dyed my hair purple and wore thick-rimmed frames to a show for a local punk band, and I'm pretty sure I posed for more photos with fans than the musicians.

"Fine, I'll ask Lars," I give my mother a half smile. "Anything else, your majesty?"

"One more thing," she twirls me around to face my reflection in the mirror. I'm keeping it pretty casual tonight with a white shirt and black ripped skinny jeans. I am pairing my black moto jacket with some gold accessories and my red Jimmy Choo pumps. Surely the woman doesn't think I'm showing off too much skin.

Suddenly, she raises my shirt in the back and unclips my white bra.

"Mom!"

"Eleanor," she snickers, shaking her head at me. "We've been over and over this ever since you got boobs: white shirt, nude undergarments."

I whip off my bra, quickly grabbing a skin-tone t-shirt bra. "No one's going to be looking."

"Someone is always looking."

After hooking my bra and smoothing out my tee, Mom gave me an approving nod. And then she put her arms around me, pulling me into a hug. "Have a good time tonight. I love you, my twenty-year-old baby."

"Almost twenty-year-old baby." We both fall into titters as we squeeze each other closer. "I love you too, Mommy."

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I text my bodyguard Lars to let him know about the evening, and as expected, he'll be ready with the car in ten minutes.

Poor guy was ball-and-chained to me when I got my driver's license. I'm sure when he signed up for the guard, he pictured himself traveling around the world, looking like a badass with my dad. Instead, he got me, and the only traveling he normally does is to gather my morning espresso and cronut. He's made more trips to Sephora than any man should ever make in his lifetime–even more than my Uncle Max.

He's a good guy… if you like the serious, never-crack-a-smile type. He looks like John Cena with a permanent angry expression, complete with a single bulging vein in the center of his forehead. He's a man of few words despite my attempts to make him laugh, but underneath all the brawn and muscle, he has a big heart. He has literally given me his coat so that I wouldn't have to walk through a puddle of half-melted snow. And to think, he has sworn to give so much more for my own life…

My phone abruptly pings. Beth.

>>> "Hey, bday bish! R U ready for the nite of ur life?"

I chuckle under my breath after reading the text. Night of my life… She always has a flare for the dramatics, but then again Beth has always been the life of the party. She has more personality in her pinkie finger than all of the citizens of Cordonia combined. Her mother is the Countess of Fydelia, and ever since Beth's father left, she's been indisposed. Mom says that's a more tactful way of saying, 'alcoholic'.

Beth walks more on the wild side, a real risk-taker. When I get in trouble, chances are she is somehow involved, like the time I got caught with a bottle of Smirnoff Ice at the Baron's Ball. Ugh, talk about the hangover from hell… and that wasn't even my punishment…

But she, along with Josie, are my ride-or-die. My BFFs. My "You jump, I jump, right?". We've grown up together, became women together, and nothing was about to ruin that bond.

I fire a text back to Beth.

>>> "Can't wait! My car will be ready in a few. What restaurant are we meeting at?"

My phone instantly dings, catching me off guard in my attempts to glide on some lipstick. That was fast. I tap on the message.

>>> "We're coming 4 u! Be ready!"

My face falls. I know it's probably hard to believe, but my friends often forget that I'm a princess. Like, the legit crown princess of Cordonia, and because of that, I need a bodyguard present during all activities outside of the palace that have not otherwise been secured by the royal guard. As you can imagine, that rule made me so popular in grade school when my parents tried giving me a 'normal life'.

In retrospect, I'm quite grateful for the security through the years, especially when I hear about plots made by secret coups against my dad. But still, it would be nice to get my own darn breakfast. And I'm sure Lars would love to sleep in for once.

I text back.

>>> "And Lars"

>>> "R U kidding me? Ur shadow has 2 come?"

I let out a defeated exhale. She knows this. My phone suddenly rings, her picture lighting up the screen. "Hey–"

"Are you fucking kidding me?" She sounds irritated, as if I did this maliciously to her.

"Beth, you know my parents won't allow me out without him or any other–"

"He can't come with us," she interrupts. I can hear Josie in the back, trying to calm Beth down.

"And do tell–" I cross an arm over my chest, raising an eyebrow, "--why is that?"

She lets out a huge sigh. "Fine. It was supposed to be a surprise for your birthday, but–" she hesitates, sucking on her front teeth. "I got us three VIP passes into Core!"

I blink a few times, racking my brain for this to somehow trip a memory. "Core?" Nope. No tripping. "What's Core?"

"Nora!" She scoffs in disbelief. "It's only the newest and hottest club in town. Tonight is opening night. Half price shots–"

"Uh, Beth–?" I could feel my stomach sinking under the weight of her excitement. And Josie wasn't any better, squealing over the line.

A club? Like, with dancing and drinking? I had never been to one before. And something tells me that the king wouldn't be too approving of his nineteen-year-old daughter partying with half-drunk strangers, groping her in the name of dancing. Still, it sounds like so much fun.

"--and we have a VIP table with bottle service until midnight!"

"Beth!" I call out to get her attention again. "There… there's just no way I can do that. Especially without Lars."

"C'mon, Nora. It's your freaking birthday. You're supposed to let loose–"

I hang my head into my hands. "You know I want to, but… I–I can't do that. My parents–"

"--don't have to know."

That silenced me real quickly into deep thought. I might not be the world's most perfect child, but I have learned never to hide things from Liam and Riley Rys. Never.

But I'd be lying if a glimmer of hope and excitement didn't blossom in my chest at the thought of going out despite my parent's knowledge. Besides, I am an adult; I'm almost twenty for crying out loud. If anything, I've shown them how responsible I am, and that I can be trusted. Plus, Aunt Livvy has taught me more than enough self-defense maneuvers that I could probably take a second job as a spy with her wife.

Okay. Maybe Beth has a plan.

"And how won't they find out? Lars has to give a detailed report–"

"We won't bring him."

That's the plan? I snicker under my breath, chewing on the inside of my cheek. "And… how do you suggest I get rid of him?"

"Why not a sleepover?" I hear Josie suggest in the background.

A sleepover. That could work. There were few places I could go where security didn't have to be right beside me once a building was given the all clear. Beth's house happened to be one of them.

"But I'm already dressed up. And–and I told my mom we were going out–"

"So?" Beth interjects. "We changed our minds. We'll have dinner catered."

Crap. Am I really considering this? I look at my reflection in the mirror as I twist my lips. Dangit. And I'm having a really good hair day.

"What's it gonna be, Nora?"

I take a few cleansing breaths. I can feel my pulse, galloping like a racehorse in my ears. Could I actually get away with this? I've been to Beth's house thousands of times. The guard comes in, does a quick sweep, and then keeps watch outside, never to return until it's time for me to leave. We could sneak out the back through the guest house. He would never know.

I swallow thickly, adrenaline pouring into my veins.

"Okay. Let me make a call."

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Your Russian Guard ~ part 2

Warnings ~ swearing, some nudity and attempted harm ~

You are awoken by the sound of your door opening. From all the events that had occurred the last forty eight hours you were grateful you managed to get sleep, you don’t know how much but at least it was some. You open your eyes as you see a guard entering walking towards you. ‘Morning American. Doctors told me to make sure you take these’ he hands you some tablets and a cup of water. It’s the same blue eyed man who was cruel but kind to you yesterday. You sit up slowly from your so called bed and look up at him. ‘What are they?’ You ask looking at the tablets. ‘Just take them. If you want that leg to get better.’ He sighs at you putting them in your hand. Reluctantly you take the tablets and water. Popping them into your mouth and gulping them down with water. ‘Open’ he points to your mouth. You open your mouth confused. ‘Ahh so she does follow instructions quite well. Good girl’ he says leaning down looking into your mouth. There’s something about the way he says ‘good girl’ it makes you feel something. ‘Have to check you did take the medication.’ He says standing back up straight. ‘They must be feeling very nice today American. They say you can shower. Follow me’ he says walking towards the door. You try to stand but as soon as any pressure hits your leg it’s too much. You really are trying, you slowly and agonising take small steps towards the guard. You can tell he’s getting impatient with you as he sighs. ‘I-I’m sorry. I’m trying’ you say in a small voice. He walks over to you and hooks his arm around your waist. Just like yesterday. ‘You are very lucky I am so nice American’ he says as you both walk out of your cell. It’s bright as you walk along to where ever the shower was. You walked past many guards and prisoners. Most calling something at you in Russian or wolf whistling. ‘Ignore them American. Most have not seen a pretty woman in a long time.’ He says as you go down another corridor. Did he just call me pretty? You think to yourself. Your about to speak when another guard stops in front of you. ‘Well well well. Hello my feisty American. You been behaving for Antonov here?’ He says bringing his hand to stroke your cheek, you move away. It’s the same creep as yesterday, the one who kept touching your thigh. ‘She’s been fine. They letting her shower so were on our way now’ the man replies who you know as Antonov now. ‘повезло ублюдок, нужна помощь с ней?’ (lucky motherfucker, need any help with her?) the creepy guard replies looking you up and down in a way that makes you feel uncomfortable. You don’t mean to but you grip tighter on Antonov’s waist. ‘извините, они хотят, чтобы я позаботился о ней, вы нужны для нашего другого американского друга’ (Sorry they want me to take care of her, they need you for our other American friend) Antonov replies. You wish you could understand what they were saying. The other guard grunts, ‘Shame. I could have helped you in the shower pretty one’ his eyes scanning your body up and down. ‘At least I can go see your American friend. Bye bye for now’ he says shoving past you making you lose your balance almost. ‘He’s going to Hopper? Is he okay?’ You ask with pleading eyes up at Antonov. ‘Come American. You need shower’ Antonov replies starting to pull you with them. ‘No! I need to know about Hopper, please!’ You say turning towards him, your hands coming up to his chest. ‘Please, j-just tell me he’s okay’ you start sobbing at him.

Dmitri feels conflicted. Here a young woman crying frantically in front of him wanting to know if her American friend is okay. He doesn’t like to see any woman cry. But you are the enemy. You have to be. He listens to your pleads and sees the sadness in your eyes. Other guards turning to see the commotion. ‘You need to stop, you are going to get me in trouble’ he replies in hushed tones. ‘Then tell me if Hopper is okay!’ You shriek at him. Probably not the best idea to lose your temper at a Russian guard stuck in a Russian prison. One of the guards is making their way over to you both. Dmitri spots him and his demeanour changes. Grabbing your chains around your wrists and yanking them so your hands will drop. He drags you to the showers by your chains. Making you fall over, he’s dragging you across the floor. You scream for him to stop as it sends pain all over your body but he doesn’t stop. He doesn’t stop till you’re in the shower block. Still with chains in hand he lifts you from the ground. ‘American I told you to stop. You are going to get us both killed. Your friend is okay and alive. Now time for shower.’ You nod thankfully to him, he could get into serious trouble you never thought about consequences for him. You turn and walk to the shower, stopping in front of it. No curtain, no privacy. You turn around and see him facing away from you, you can’t help but smile at his kind actions. ‘Antonov?’ You say in a small voice, he turns his body and faces you. ‘H-how do I shower? I’m a bit stuck?’ You jest towards your chains. ‘дерьмо’ (shit) he mumbles to himself. He slowly approaches you. ‘I am not allowed to undo your chains. That can get me into serious trouble. Another guard was foolish enough to do the same and the prisoner ended up using them as weapons, broke the man’s nose. There are no women working here. So I can help you or I can get another-‘ you cut him off before he continues. ‘No! No other guards. There all pervs. C-can you please help?’ ‘Of course, I will unbutton your top first, if that’s okay?’ He asks looking at you for permission. You nod looking away, it was awkward enough already without making eye contact. You can’t believe this is what your life has come to. Unable to take your own clothes off for a shower. Having a stranger do it for you, the enemy. But you’d rather him than any other guards. You feel Antonov fingers starting to unbutton from the top to the bottom of your shirt, brushing your skin. As each button is undone your heart races a little quicker each time as you realise your going to be bare in front of him. He reaches the last button and you wait for him to move your shirt down, he doesn’t. ‘Trousers next, can you do them?’ He asks looking at you. You finally turn and see a difference if his face. It’s more of a kind face than earlier. The deep blue eyes with little wrinkles around, his soft features resting around them, full pink lips that sit a small moustache above them. It catches you off guard how pretty this man is, you don’t realise you’ve not answered yet. You clear your throat and reply, ‘I can do it.’ He nods and turns around, you start to reach down to pull down your trousers.

‘Well hello there American, looks like I’ve come at the right time’ the creepy guard is back. He walks over to you but is stopped by Antonov. ‘давай оставь ее в покое’ (let’s leave her alone). ‘в одиночестве? почему? мы пропустили бы шоу’ (Alone? Why? We would miss the show) the guard responds in a suggestive tone. He shoves Antonov to the side and makes his way over to you. ‘Antonov may be too much of a pussy to see you. But I am not. Let’s see what you’re hiding under here pretty.’ He says as he starts to pull your shirt off your shoulders. ‘You are beautiful’ he states as he stares at your bare chest, you try to giver yourself but he smacks your hands away. He rips your blouse off you and throws it on the floor. ‘Perfect. Now let’s get rid of these-‘ he says reaching for your waistband of your trousers, he starts to pull them down but is stopped. достаточно! тебе может нравиться пугать женщин, но мне нет. если ты не хочешь, чтобы Иван услышал об этом, я предлагаю тебе отвалить!’ (Enough! You may enjoy scaring women but I do not. Unless you want Ivan to hear about this fuck off!) Antonov shouts at the man. ‘Мудак. я оставлю ее. на данный момент. ты не всегда можешь быть здесь, чтобы защитить ее’ (Asshole! I will leave her. For now. You can’t always be here to protect her) the man replies to Antonov looking even more annoyed. He turns back to you staring at your bare chest. ‘You got lucky this time American’ he snarls before exiting the shower room.

You stand there speechless and half naked. Antonov comes over to you, ‘I’m sorry American. He’s a real pig.’ You are frozen, you can not move. You are slowly realising this is your new life. Being degraded and looked at like some kind of sex doll or object. ‘American?’ Antonov’s hand moves to your shoulder. You are brought back into the room by his warm touch making you flinch. You look up into his eyes. They are so different to the others. Not scary. Not mean. Right now they look sad. ‘I-I can’t believe this is it. I-I’m stuck here. All alone surrounded by pig men. My best friend is all alone. I-I can’t do this. I-I’ you completely break down. Tears pour down your face. ‘I-I just wanted the gate closed. I-I just wanted a normal life’ you sink down to the floor on your knees only to remember the pain in it, you fall into your side in a crying mess.

Shit. What do I do? Antonov thinks to himself, he’s never had to deal with anything like this before. It’s always been men. Pathetic men who do not deserve anything more than here. But you. You were fragile. This wasn’t a place for you. He didn’t understand what you were talking about with the gate but he ignored that. You were making him feel terrible about being here. He wanted you out. He wanted you never to of come. He leans down next to you and scoops you into this arms, you silently cry as he lifts you towards the showers. He puts you down carefully so you’re sitting directly under the shower. You don’t look at him once. He shouldn’t be doing this but his actions are too quick. He reaches for his key to your chains and unlocks them. Leaving only one arm and one ankle still chained. ‘American’ he lifts your chin up to look at him. You don’t flinch at his touch, his hands around rough but gentle. ‘Shower, I will wait over here and make sure no one else interrupts you. Okay?’ He tells you in a sincere tone. You wipe your nose with the back of your hand and nod. ‘Thank you Antonov’ you say in a whisper. ‘Dmitri. You can call me Dmitri he says with a warm smile. ‘Y/N. Not American’ you say with a smile back. He nods and gets up turning around blocking the entrance. You use the wall to help you back up. You are able to take off your trousers and knickers and stand under the fairly warm shower. It feels like a breath of fresh air on your skin. It makes you feel somewhat better. Next to the shower is some soap. You wash your hair and body throughly. You look over at Dmitri who is still stood facing away from you. Maybe he wasn’t so bad. Maybe he wasn’t the enemy. Maybe he was one of the good ones, if that’s possible? You look down at your almost free body, you see it covered it marks and bruises everywhere. You knee still healing slowly in the cast. You could run. Well you could try. Most likely to be killed in the process. There was no escape even if you were partly free. The thoughts soon leave your head as you hear Dmitri’s voice. ‘There’s towels in the cupboard and fresh clothes. When your done I will put your chains back on and the doctors will look your leg over.’ ‘Okay, thank you’ you say turning of the shower. You walk to the cupboard and grab a towel quickly drying yourself as you feel the cold. All dry you put on the oversized clothes. ‘I’m all done’ you say and Dmitri turns back, walking back over to chain you back up. You put your wrists together so he can lock them back together. You watch as he turns the lock and bends down to do the same for your feet. ‘Thank you Dmitri’ you say looking down at him. He clicks the lock into place and locks them back up, your chest pressed against each other. He looks down on you as his height is much greater than yours. ‘It stays our secret though. Okay Y/N?’ He asks, you can’t help but get butterflies hearing him say your name. ‘Okay’ you say smiling at him. He returns the smile and you stay that way for a little while before leaving to see the doctor. He helps you walk again, arm round your waist almost seeming to be holding on more tightly than before. You can help but look up at him occasionally. You knew it was wrong. You knew he was the enemy. You knew what Hopper would say. But you mind and your heart knew how you were feeling. For the first time since being here you felt safe. You didn’t feel alone. You almost in a weird way felt some form of happiness. What an earth was happening to you? You knew that to but were to afraid to admit it. Not yet anyway

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Patch i’m so excited. you’re such an angel delight, and I, for one, am over the moon that you’re here, you’ve been here, and you’ll continue to be here. you’re a wonderful friend and person, happy anniversary darlin 💛💛 i am so greedy and want one of EACH, but we can start with an alluring charm :) or perhaps a book…. :) or even….. a palm reading :)

(basically you go nuts and i will go insane no matter what i love you i’m so happy to have met you and i am so grateful for your friendship)

Oh Kasey, how I find it serendipitous that we have met. You were just so openly kind with your words when it came to my many potions I have brewed that I could not help but wish to seek a friendship. And I am so happy that I did. Your presence gives me such warmth and elation that I feel as if we have been friends for many a year let alone only a short while. I do hope that this will continue, and I shall treasure all the time with you to ensure that it will 💛

Now, as what you wished to have from my little rummage sale, I am more than generous to gift to you everything your heart desires - as I would with any patron in my shop.

So, let me see what I can do for you, hm? 🔮

“Oh my aren’t we excited to gather all my rummaged wares, hm?” The peddler teased at your eager and sweet response over the news of her sharing such trinkets as a way of celebration

“I just like everything here,” You admitted, a little bashful, as your eyes gazed over all the many shelves that held so many interesting bobbles and books – all with an incredible and historic story you were sure “Though, you already know that, why I keep visiting you”

“And I very much enjoy the company” She responded, her usual gentle smile peeking from beneath her large, brimmed, hat before she gestures to a pair of plush chairs “Please, have a seat. Suppose it’s best for us to start with a palm reading, don’t you think?”

You nodded your head with enthusiasm as you moved to sit in the chair opposite of her, hand already outstretched so she could read the many lines that decorated your palm. You knee bounced, though you were unsure if in excitement or if it was anxiousness, as you watched her patiently as her fingertips danced delicately across your hand; her small hums made your heart skip a beat wondering what she saw.

“Interesting…” she finally muttered, as her fingers came to a halt, though the stillness in her entire being made it clear she was lost in thought.

“W-what is?” You finally whispered back as you leaned closer to her. Though you had to jolt your head away when she abruptly stood, you followed in kind, though you found it difficult to navigate the cluttered space as she did “What did you see?”

The peddler did not stop as she continued to rummage through the many items that littered her cozy shop; opening drawers and scanning many shelves to try and find whatever it was that caused her to become lost in such a seemingly mindless trance and active search.

“Is there something wrong with the person my palm matched me to?” You asked, a slight breathlessness to your tone as you grew ever more nervous.

“No, there is nothing to fear over what I saw.” the Peddler mumbled, her eyes still scanned the old books, overed in dust and wed, upon her more private shelf within her shop – though the way she chewed at the finger nail at her thumb, an action you never saw her do, one that almost made her seem nervous did little to quell your own feelings brewing withing your stomach.

“Then what is it? Please just tell me?”

You watched as her shoulders slumped downward slightly, as if she finally noticed the tension not only within the small room but within herself as well before her eyes casted back over to you. Her small smile was only a little reassuring, as she placed a hand upon your own to squeeze it gently.

“The man I saw within your palm, if you will, is one that was haunted – cursed even – by a soul of his past” The peddler began, before her eyes once again left yours in favour of searching the shelves once again “His name, that of Yuuta, and such a story to cling to his name made me recall a book I had and read of a similar man.”

“And, is that what you are looking for…?” You reasoned, eyes never leaving her form as you watched closely to any change of expression – both good or bad – that would cross her face

“It is,” She nodded her head, her nails dragging along a row of books “Something called out to you, I could feel it, when you first walked it. Now I know what, and I wish to find it for you.”

You wished you could reply, to find anything to saw to her in response, but your body could not form a word. This world, the one you enter in with such wide eyes, was so much more than you could ever comprehend and at that moment in time left you at a loss for words. Perhaps you could find it exciting, even comforting, that a book within her shop would call out to you and claim you as its rightful owner. But at that moment it just left you uneasy and you followed her hand as it ran across the many spines of the books of old she had in her possession. You swallowed a large lump that had formed in your throat when her hand finally stopped upon a of faded silver as she delicately removed it from where it had rested for lord knows how long.

“Please, have another seat” She gestured once more to a comfortable looking chair for you “I think you may find this rather enlightening”

Though uneased still filled you, it dissipated rather quickly once you sat back down; you felt a strange warmth fill you once the book was placed gingerly within you hand. You wished it could be explained, though you doubted the Peddler would be so kind as to do so, but your desire to open the book to read it became almost overwhelming as it took you by a similar trance.

“Go on, open it love.” She encouraged gently as she stood nearby to search in her many small drawers for something else “I will be right here, nothing to be worried of.”

With that small added sense of reassurance, of knowing that someone will be there to comfort you should something go awry and you felt even more dread and unease fill you to point of becoming frightening. With a deep, quiet inhale, you take the plunge and open the worn book gently.

A rush of water overcame you.

A sense of alarm followed alongside it as you rushed to breach the surface of the sea, to take in finally take in a deep breath and free your lungs of the painful ache that overcame them. You felt the tug and pull of your friend, his bright yellow body, did provide some reassurance to you that you will survive this ordeal, as he helped you to leave the sea.

Though it wasn’t always this way. You wanting to leave the water. It once filled you so full of life, how each roll of the sea, each wave you broke through, each tide you swept yourself up in, invigorated you and left you with a rush of feeling that filled your spirit so fully that you couldn’t imagine a life better than that. One where you were free to explore all the depths the ocean had stored away, all the creatures you would meet and befriend as they bashfully introduced themselves, and all the splendor you would come to home to; that of your fathers love and all the gifts he would give to you and your sisters. It was all so fulfilling, that you did not mind the one rule set out for you. How you followed it blindly as you obeyed for you could not fathom that breaking it would gift to you even more splendor than your life already had.

Truly, when you were young, you had no desire to see, or meet, any of the humans who passed by overhead in their ships.

But, on fateful day, you had stumbled across one that had sunk and from then on your desires and wants within your life had changed. All the trinkets and bobbles, the art and written histories you had found as your searched through everything upon that vessel made something within you called and yearned for more. From that moment on, you wanted to see, to learn, to hear, and to know anything and everything about the humans and their way of life.

An obsession, everyone called it. A delusion, a dangerous one at that, one that would fade over time and simply become a distant memory. That was what your father told you, a notion he believed and hoped in with all his being, for he knew firsthand how dangerous the humans were to your kind. Yet despite all the warnings, all the added rules, and the punishments that befallen upon you, your still wanted to be apart of a world not your own.

Your heart had never pined for something more than that. And despite your best judgement, and even the judgement of your closest friends who had come along with you on your excursions, you went up to the surface to follow a ship that had dazzled with the many bright lights it threw into the vast sky.

There you met a man, one that seemed so sad amongst all those singing and happy people, though he hid it well as he pretended to join in on their merriment in celebration of his birthday. Your heart ached as you watched him, you wanted nothing more than for him to smile with true genuine at you. And once he did, upon that sandy shore you swam him to after saving his life when his ship crashed, you knew you wanted to see it more. At that moment, more than ever before, you wanted to be human. Not only to enjoy the different way they find happiness in their lives, but to be with him more.

And that is how you ended up where you were. As you struggled to breath where you once could do so freely, as you tried not to drown where you once called home. The new legs you were given in a deal with a sea witch did not propel you as easily as your beautiful tail could. But you were determined to see this new life, even if for a few days, you could not let it end there before it could even begin.

With a deep gasp you broke through the surface of the water, sputtered and coughing as your friend continued to help tug you to shore. Once there you collapsed upon the warm sand to rest, as you took in painful breaths in to fill your aching and angry lungs.

Once you had adjusted to your climate, to the new way your body had changed, you finally were able to marvel at the beautiful set of legs given to you. And though you wobbled, barely able to walk upon them, the smile that graved your face – one large and full of elation – could not be taken from you.

It was a smile that continue to grow once you heard him, the man you had saved the other day, as he called out to whoever had become stranded and struggled upon the shore near his home. You found whatever you could to cover your newfound modesty before he could see as your heat pounded in excitement as you waited for him.

“Is anyone there!? Please, if anyone is there say something! ” He called out, the sound of his rushing footsteps louder and he hastily approached you. Though he stumbled to a stop, as did his voice that rang so loudly, when he finally found you.

“Oh.. um..” He cleared his throat before his footfall began to gingerly approach you, your heart swelled over his clear concern over your well being and wish to not startle you further “Miss? Are you alright? Are you hurt?”

“My name is Yuuta, may I ask yours?” He quietly asked once he was within an arms length to you. You perked up once he was so close, the rock you has perched yourself on gave you a perfect view of his kind, warm, dark blue eyes; ones that could not help but remind of your home.

You opened your mouth to say your name, to finally let him know who you were and how you saved his life. And yet, nothing came forth, not even an utterance of a single note of sound. It was then the reality of your situation finally sank in, the gravity of it all. The sea witch took you voice. She left you complete unable to communicate in the manner you best at, and now you were at a loss of how you could get him to see and know you for who you were.

You motioned to your throat, tapping it gently to try as you leaned closer to him. He could tell by your sad eyes what you had meant as he helped you stay upright “Oh, you cannot speak?”

Yuta watched as you nodded your head, before he looked out towards the sea “And you washed upon the shore. Were you in an accident?”

He found it adorable how you nodded your head once more as you sought some kind comfort from him, at leas that was what he thought you were doing as you tucked your hands into his own to squeeze them. With a gentle smile he returned the small gesture, as he began to gently coax you down from your perch; he wrapped his arm around you in support as you struggled to walk with him.

“Easy there!” He chuckled warmly, a noise that made your heart swell “Come now, I’ll help you back to my home. I’ll take - !”

“Here is it!” You heard the Peddler cry out as she held in triumph a small trinket within her hand – one the gleamed with the same kind of silver that was decorated upon the bindings of your book.

You gasped at the sudden intrusion, heart racing as you were pulled from the soft and sweet scene that you were just within; such a sudden shock, of change of juxtaposition, made your head spin as you tried to come to terms with what was real and what wasn’t.

“Easy there, love” the Peddler cooed as she gingerly took your book out of your hands “It can be quite the shocking change when the world around you pull you out.”

You placed a hand over your heart, in an attempt to sooth your racing heart as you took in a few broken deep inhales of breath before your eyes shifted over to hers “W-was it real?”

“As real as you wanted it to be.”

Her response made your brows furrow as you tried to comprehend it all, but you did not have a chance to dwell on her words long before she placed within your hand a silver charm. You took a moment to allow your fingertips to brush against the intricate, beautiful, details it held before your curious and questioning eyes landed back upon her.

“I found this charm alongside this book, many years ago” She explained, closing your hand to keep it secure “They should never be separated, understand?”

You nodded your head, as your voice stuttering as if it had been taken away from you completely a few minutes ago “W-why?”

“I would fill him with such sorrow if you did.”

“Him? Who is he?”

“You know who he is.” She smiled knowingly at you before giving your hand a small squeeze before she stood “And should you wish to see what a life with him would be like, merely place that charm around your neck and you shall see.”

You wished you had a chance to ask her further all the questions that rang in your mind, but she merely shushed you as she placed before you a warm cup of tea. “Whenever you are ready, you may do as you please. I can assure you, that he will wait an eternity for you.” With one last nod she left you to serve another who had been curious to what wares were within her shop.

Ah yes, your charm! You need not worry over it just yet Whenever you feel the courage to want a peek, you may, and if you wish me to as well to help you through it, you need only ask.

Until then, suppose it will just be a pretty trinket to sit upon your lovely book~ 🔮

I do hope you wish to keep what you found, for all 'sales' are final

#i will give you your charm in a DM!#didn't want to break the flow of the story with it!#but yes thank you so much my sweet for always being so supportive and being such a good friend #i owe you the world 💛#but I do hope this will do!#i really and truly hope you like this!#🔮.the peddler's one year event #okkotsu yuuta #jjk yuuta #yuuta x reader

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