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redheadspark · 9 months

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hi wanted to request from the august prompt list, could you write #13 with ACOTAR Az? thank you in advance! :)

A/N - THIS IS BEYOND CUTE! Thanks for the request, Anon!

Grow

Summary - You find joy in the little things, and Azriel loves it all the same.

Warnings - Nothing but pure fluff!

“Az! Az, come here Az!”

Azirel looked up from his spot on the loveseat where he was perched, placing the documents on the coffee table as you are gliding in rapidly. Elaine was right your heels, just as as excited as you were while you were waiting for Azriel to pop up from his spot. Just the sight of his mate bouncing on her toes and her eyes filled with excitement made Azriel’s own heart sing.

Of course, it was no surprise that you were covered in soil and dirt in your gardening outfit, which was made up of blue overalls and a stained shirt and worn-down boots and gloves. Your thick long hair was in a braid over your shoulder, some strands sticking out and stuck to your skin, and your calves and forearms were slightly sunburned from being out in the sun for a bit too long.

Azriel loved seeing this side of you, the side of your that was open and vulnerable when you were home. Of course you played a major role with the Inner Circle and within Night Court, being an architect for most if not all of Velaris and some of the Night Court cities that were scattered about. You had na intelligent mind and a keen eye for city layouts and blueprints along with house plans and apartment developments, yet that was only your day job. As much fun as it was in creating and helping build new apartments and homes for new citizens, you and other hobbies that caught your eye that you kept to your home life.

One of them was gardening, thanks to Elaine.

“I take it you found some fruit on your tree?” Azriel asked you coyly as Elaine smirked behind you. You nodded your head rapidly, her fingers that were stained in dirt and soil were tapping against your apron.

“You must see! Come on, please?” You asked him, holding out your hand for him to take. Azriel had to smile widely as he laced his scarred hand with your dirt stained one. He would be willing to go anywhere for you, merely just to see you smile and to see your face light up. It reminded him of his own mother, filled with happiness and seeing the joy in the little things. Any little hobby that you picked up, Azriel endorsed.

Cross stitching, sketching, and now gardening.

“Of course, darling,” he replied, you pulling him along with a giggle as you were leading him outside to your small garden that was right outside your kitchen. Azriel felt the scoarching heat hit him as you guided him outside. There was a cluster of flowers that were blossoming and blooming along the small brick wall that wrapped around the garden, the cool green grass beneath Azriel’s bare feet while you were guiding him to the small little branch of a tree that was planted in the corner.

Azriel could see from his spot a smaller tree that was barely over his hip, but a small circular piece of fruit was hanging off a major branch to the left.

A peach.

“Look! I finally have a peach tree!” You said in glee, feeling like a proud mother in a way for growing your own tree as Azriel looked on. Of course it was still small, the leaves were still small enough not to be grown in and the trunk was firm enough to be on its own. But to you, who toiled for hours and hours on end to make sure the tree had enough water and soil to break through the surface, this was everything. No matter the stressful Inner Circle meetings you were in before, or the harsh heated matches you had with your parents long ago when you were trying to move out on your own and be free, this was one of your more crowning achievements.

“It’s a sturdy tree no doubt, honey,” Azriel hummed as he squatted down to be eye level to the little tree,”You did a great job with it,”

“That’s what I told her!” Elaine agreed behind you as you rolled your eyes, “Peach Trees can be fickle and most of the time it’s hard to grow from scratch, yet she did it with ease and she never believed me,”

“That’s not true!” You were about to argue with her as she hushed you and patted your arm.

“Come now, I wouldn’t argue with the Gardner of the Inner Circle,” Azriel agreed as he got up again and walked over to the pair of you before an argument would break out. He laced your hands together again and kissed you on the tip of your nose “You did a great job with this, sweetheart,”

He knew you loved praise, both gentle and amazing praise. Maybe it was because you had to hear that you were doing a good enough job and that you were walking the right path to make you feel sane, but Azriel would never tire of praising you. He knew how rough your childhood was, he heard plenty of stories of your parents and how hard you had to work to get their approval and love. It was rough, you weren’t going to sugar coat it. Yet Azriel was there to make it easier and fill those insecurities that you had with love, affection, and praise.

Neither of you didn’t see Elaine sneak out of the garden to give you two alone time, nor did either of you cared. You were merely feeling your heart swell from not only growing a simple peach tree, but to feel the immense love of Azriel once again in your relationship together.

“Thank you!” You hummed, kissing him sweetly as he wrapped you in his arms, “And when I get proper peaches off that tree, I can make you a peach pie,”

“I look forward to it, my dear,” He replied back against your lips.

Sure enough, you made him a peach pie for Winter Solstice from the peaches off of the very tree.

The End.

August Prompt Session

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frogserotonin · 1 year

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Please write George Karim x reader, I want BANTER and late night cooking

il y a - george karim x reader

a/n: im gonna be honest its 3:40am and i have to rewrite this entire fucking thing im losing my mind i literally have to get up in three hours shakshksysjst hope its what u wanted anon :)

warnings: unedited, kissing, ooc

The first time you’d met George Karim-smart, sarcastic, snappy, cute as hell and so far out of your league-you knew you didn’t stand a chance, falling for him almost instantly. What you didn’t know was that he was thinking almost the same thing about you.

Now, two years later, you slowly eased yourself outside from his arms and slipped out of the bed the two of you shared. You’d always had trouble sleeping, insomnia and nightmares plaguing you for the majority of your life. Normally you were content with just laying in George’s warm embrace and falling asleep to the sound of his breathing. Today, unfortunately, you had a fair amount of energy left and desperately needed to do something.

You checked your boyfriend to see if he was sleeping and a wide smile found its way stretching across your face at the sight of George sleeping deeply. It never ceased to amaze you that he chose you of all people, sure you were great, but he was idyllic.

You quietly exited the bedroom and made your way to the kitchen, everything in full focus to you. The brush of your oversized shirt on your thighs, the cold floorboards quiet creaking, the faint buzz from outside. The kitchen came into your view and you sped up a little bit, giddy at the prospect of baking.

As you gathered the ingredients you hummed to yourself and danced a bit around the kitchen, enjoying yourself thoroughly.

“Nice moves.”

You jumped.

“Fucking Jesus Christ, you terrified the shit out of me!” You whisper yelled at George, walking over to him and into his open eyes. He squeezes you tightly and places his chin on your head. “Why’re you up? It’s like…”

“It’s 1am,” he huffs, letting you go and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “And I’m awake right now so I can make cookies with my wonderful partner.”

“Aww, Georgie, you big sap.”

“I will leave right now.”

“Oh, come off it.” You flicked his nose and he smiled the most gorgeous smile you’d ever had the pleasure of witnessing, catching your hand and pressing his lips to it.

“C’mon let’s make these cookies so I can go back to sleep, preferably with you there as well.” He pretended to crack his fingers and started measuring out ingredients to mix. You watched as he smoothly poured in various things, mixing them with practiced ease.

“Wow, of course you have me do all the dirty work.” He shakes his head in mock disappointment. “I should’ve expected it of course but…alas.” He dramatically sighs and brings a hand to his forehead to imitate shock.

“Hey! I’m going to help, I just got a bit distracted. I can’t exactly help the fact that you’re really pretty.” You smile up at him, watching a faint red dust his cheeks. In his brief moment of weakness you swipe some stray flour off of the counter and wipe it on his chin. His jaw drops open and he retaliates with a brush on the tip of your nose.

You back and forth for a bit, before going back to preparing everything for your cookies, this time with a but more contribution from you. They were put in the oven after a bit more time.

“Hey George honey, kiss me would you?” you beamed earnestly. He leaned right in, so his nose and yours were touching, and he pecked your lips once before leaning back. You frowned at him and he smugly grinned back.

Quick as light, you grabbed his chin and pulled him in for a longer kiss, arms finding themselves hugging his neck as he kissed you back. George’s own arms were wrapped around your torso, feeding into the warmth blossoming in your chest. You kissed him until your lungs felt as if they’d stop working, pulling away from him and leaning your forehead on his. The both of you stood there, in that kitchen, with your foreheads pressed to one another’s, until George jumped and grabbed for a towel.

“The fucking cookies!” He lunged for the oven, opening it to see that the cookies were miraculously not burnt. He pulled the tray out and placed it down. “Now, who’s the distracting one?”

“Still you darling.” You laughed and if he kept smiling at you like that you would explode into a million tiny pieces. “God, I love you so much. Have I told you that before? Because I do, love you that is.”

“I love you too, but you’re not going to try one now, they’re still cooling down.”

“Worth a try!”

#george karim x reader #george karim #george cubbins #lockwood and co #mars's fanfiction stuffs ✨

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ramblingmoon · 27 days

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/54857788/chapters/139054702

Coffee Shop AU for Daan and Elise so that they can find some peace outside of the canon. Work.

For my fandom spouse.

Please enjoy this fanfic with a hot beverage of your choice. I'm personally drinking Spring Blossom from Republic of Tea.

Highly recommend the “Hopeless Romantic” playlist on Spotify. It has Fur Elise – reimagined by Alexander Joseph and it’s just chief kiss

No trigger warns, just fluff and hints of angst. I mean if you’re a Mormon you might get triggered by the coffee but if you're a Mormon I don't know why you're reading a Fear and Hunger fan fiction

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The coffee shop stood at the corner of Miro Ave and Orange Street. The warm lights glowing against the night’s own darkness. Welcoming to those souls that must be up with the moon and sleep against the sun. A proper coffee shop for those nocturnal beings with every caffeinated beverage one could dream of.

Windows surrounded the two front corners giving the occupants plenty of places to daydream their novel idea. There was of course the stander couches for gossiping and tables for working. A long bar, like in a diner, for customers to wait at to watch their drinks being prepared.

Behind the long bar stood a dapper man polishing a lavender color coffee mug. The dish washer in the back had left water stains on them. As the good employee was he was, Daan was taking a rag to each of the cuts and buffy the spots out. After the cups met his standers he would place them on the glass shelves behind him.

It was one of the many ways he would prep for the morning rush. Next he would get make sure the coffee, creamer, and such where stocked. Daan had already cleaned the bathrooms and honestly they wouldn't need it until someone other than him would use it.

Most of his shift was just doing small tasks as not to fall asleep. Not that he didn't have any customers at night. This was a college town after all. There was always some rich kid that could afford over the top lattes at midnight to help fuel their mad rush to finish the midterm paper. Basically their parents where paying even if they didn't know.

They where spoiled but still better than the last job. He preferred them sober and not drunk. Even when they came in drunk on the weekends nights still better than the bar. Anything was better than that job.

He glared at the carafe that had an hour old coffee in it. His eye twitched at the memory. The damn cop with his man titties out had come in ordered a small black coffee. This normally wouldn't be a problem but there was no fresh coffee. Most night shift works would just sign and order a something with a expresso. It has less caffeine but it beats waiting when needed that rush. Not this asshole, he demanded a whole new pot be made. The guy didn't even pay like most police officers do. Daan did get some satisfaction because he made the coffee decaffeinated.

He was ranting in his head all over again and he didn't want to spend his night this way. Daan had to do a job and not oppressed minorities like some other people he could name. Besides its not like he would see the cop ever again as they didn't have donuts. Pigs love their donuts.

Daan knew that there was no one else coming in tonight for decaf coffee. Might as well dump it down the sink. There was no point in having it out. Afterwards he could have a smoke break outside. But he never had the chance.

The bell at the front door went off, a customer. Well shit the cigarette would have too wait.

“Welcome in…” He had to stop. She made him lose the ability to speak. He was shot by cupid's arrow.

She stood there in the doorway, a haunting beauty to her. Long black hair cascaded down to her waist in waves. Maroon lips gave the impression that she was a vampire out of a gothic romance novel. The slit in her black dress revealed legs that seemed to go on forever. Daan could have mistaken her for a personification of the night with the ethereal vibes from her.

When she spoke it was husky. Regardless of the space between them it felt like her lips were right next to Daan's own ears. “Do you have time for some company?”

Daan dropped the rag in his hand. He did notice that he dropped it but didn't want to look even more foolish before this goddess by picking it up. So he just kicked it away from him.

“Of course, how could anyone not make time for you?” He hoped it was a seductive voice but somehow he doubted it. She was making him nervous in the best way possible.

She laughed and took a seat at the bar. Her elbows on the pale cold counter. Resting her head on her hand she gazed up at him under thick curled lashes. A smile playing on her lips.

“Oh my, what excellent customer serves.” The looks she had was that of amusement.

“I try.” Daan loosen the ribbon around his neck. When had it become so hot in here? It was cold autumn night and he was boiling.

“You are perfect at it.” They held each other’s looks for so long they could have been sculptures of people falling in love.

Daan was loosing himself in her brown eyes. He studied every line in them. The darker circle. How they started to get lighter towards the center before turning black. He could have stand here forever, lost in the most wonderful way.

“Aren't you suppose to you ask what I would like?” The trance was broken, for now.

“Oh right!” Daan snapped back to reality. He felt a little blush on his cheek.

Going for the glass mugs, he thought he'd show off a little. Taking one of the mugs he flipped it up into the air. It take gave a couple of extra flips into the air before coming back down into the palm of his hand.

“What can I get for you?” He spun the handle around his finger.

The mysterious woman gave a round of applause as Daan gave a little bow.

“Tricks from a barista? I've only seen that from bartenders.”

“Use to be one before I found this gig.”

“What made you quit?” How delightful, she wanted to know more about him.

“This is a college town, too many damn kids trying to buy alcohol with fake ideas on busy nights. Also, got tired up clean up puke from kids that can't handle their liquor yet. The lack of me having to clean human body fluids here is a massive plus.”

She had to hold to her chest as she gave out a hearty laugh as she was about to fall out of the barstool. “Yes, college kids can be quite something. I can see why you prefer this job.”

Daan's heart gave little flutters at each of her laughs. The laughs where like a warm summer eves wrapping him in warmth. Gods, how can anyone be so enchanting. He falling hard, blindly for her.

“Other than my tricks, else can I get for you? I've been told that I make fantastic coffee art, so good that they had to put me on the nightshift.” He even gave a wink or at least tried with missing one eye.

“Is that suppose to be a self depreciation or self praise?”

“I'll let you be the judge of that, darling.”

“Well if I'm going to be the judge,” she said, leading in. Daan could smell her perfume, he just wanted to burry his face in her neck and just died there. “I'll let you do you best work.”

“I'll be sure to wow you then.” Daan set himself to work.

As he said this the stress of trying to impress the woman came crashing down on him. Shit, what was he going to make for her? A heart seemed too forward and leaves felt to basic. Pulling out the milk he heated it making sure to swirling it with one hand. With the other he prepared the expresso.

He about to just start the have the dark caffeine pour into the cup without sweetener but he glance over to her. She seemed like the type to put sugar in her coffee. He grabbed the sugar and pour some in hopping that the heat from the expresso would melt it in time by the time it reached her lips. The beautiful lips painted red, they must taste wonderful.

The machine squirted out the hot bean juice and Daan went back to his focus . Pinhead bubbles formed in the milk and it was time to create.

Just try and impress her, this mystery from the night. That’s all he needed to do

He was about to start pouring but noticed out of the corner of his eye that she was leaning over. She strained her neck to look at what he was making. He turned his back to her, hiding the art from her.

“No sneak peaks.”

“But I want to see you work.” She sounded disappointed but she was still smiling making Daan's heart rush.

“It has to be a surprise, it will be better if you don't know.”

“Fine I'll close my eyes.” She covered her eyes.

Satisfied that she wouldn't look it all came down to Daan trying to figure how what was he going to make. No hearts , no leaves, he wanted to impress her as much as she impressed him. He poured the espresso into the wide mouth. Faraway he started to pour the steam milk, ever second passing his mind raced tried to think of something. Something beautiful like her and a deep sadness to it, just like her.

Inspiration came to him in a moment as he moved the steam milk closer and formed it into swirls. He smiled at his creation thought it would please this stranger in the night.

But it needed something to go with the drink. Taking the tongs he reached for the last good biscotti. It would be a few more hours till they got the new shipment from the bakery.

A cup of latte art and biscotti to go with it, a perfect set. He could serve this to her. Turning around he almost dropped the cup. She was sitting right there with her eyes closed. He traced with his eyes the sharpness of her eyeliner and those leashes brushing against her cheek. She was a master of makeup.

“You'll tell me when its ready? You wouldn't let me stay this way?”

“Never,” He place the cup before her. “You can open your eyes now, enjoy.”

He watch in slow motion as she open her eyes. Beautiful brown likes that match the coffee. So dark and he'd spend a life time trying to figure out what is behind them.

“A swan" Her eyes light up as she surveyed intricate swills of white on the canvas of coffee that formed into a delicate bird. He even added little white spots hopping that it would look like starts.

“She's beautiful, very talented. I honestly thought you would do a simple design.” She lifted the cup to her lips. The dark liquid passing through her lips. When she put the cup back down Daan noticed the red lip stain on the cup.

“I would never skip out on trying to impress someone as beautiful as you.”

“Its perfect.”

“I aim to please.” He gave half bow. “Have I fulfilled your curiosity?”

“I think this rises more questions then anything.” She took another sip. “Why would they ever put you on nights when you are this talented?”

“I'll answer your question but only if you answer one of mine.”

“A question for a question I see, but you must know a lady must keep some secrets.”

“No, nothing too personal I think.” Daan waved his hand dismissing the very idea of asking a lady he just met something too intimate.

“Alright, go ahead with your questions.”

“Why,” Daan lean against the counter elbows resting on the surface. “is a young woman, such as yourself, wondering around in the middle of the night. Shouldn't you be safe at home, asleep.”

She turned to the big windows facing out into the cold streets. Her expression went hard, unreadable to Daan. He had feared that he had pushed too hard and at the first question at that.

She did answer back but every moment she waited kept Daan pulsing with fear.

“I don't sleep much at night anymore. If I can I sleep its during the day. I find that I feel the safest at night. Everyone is asleep so no one bothers me, no one can see me. I can walk outside with peace as when the world is asleep.”

The next part, Daan could barely hear her say like it was a dream.

“I'm like a phantom in the night.”

Daan watched as a single tear formed in her eyes. It was like a diamond but it struck a dagger into his heart.

He reached over reached to wipe the tear away from her. To cradle her in his hands just so she would have a moment of knowing someone was caring for her. He needed her to know he was there.

But she wiped her hand over her eyes before he could reach her. His hand left there and awkwardly fell away. His chance gone.

Before she turned back to face him, Daan quickly moved his hand still hanging there back to where it was.

“But now is time for you to answer my question.” She said trying to sound happy but it was hard to believe.

“Hu?” Daan raised an eyebrow having totally forgotten what she had asked him.

“Did you forget already?” She laughed sounding better but there still was that lingering sadness to her.

“Come now, I can’t be the only one answering questions here. Unless you have a policy to interrogate every customer that comes in here.” She was smiling and all the old sorrows melted away.

She laughed as she watch a blush form on his face. He looked away from her and tugged at the string on his eyepatch. Whenever did it get so hot in here?

“Sorry I didn't mean to pry.” Daan did take the courage to look back at her. She was still smiling. Those deep brown eyes gazing into him making him forget everything that wasn't her.

“Well?”

“You have beautiful eyes.” Was the only thing he could think of. She didn't seem to mind as she laughed again. Daan couldn't help but noticed that her cheeks where turning red too.

“Are you going to answer my question?”

“Hum…”

“Hum?”

“… What was your question again?” Daan could feel any cool points that he might have had with her dwindling away. Well there goes his main appeal, he’s got to win her back.

“Oh Daan, boy.” She reached over and flicked his name tag. “ I was asking how such a talented artisan such as yourself is doing working the nightshift all by his lonesome self. Surely, your employer would rather you be on mornings instead?”

The way she said “artisan" and referring to him made his knees week. She really could just send him. He could just melt into her.

“Its nothing really interesting. I'm afraid to tell you.” He gave a shrug. “It’s a remnant from a past schedule and it never got changed. No special reason, just never got around to changing it.”

“I prefer nights.”

It was a half truth. The whole truth would take to long and far too sad.

“Oh, you stayed doing midnight shift because of a habit?” She tilted her head. She studied his face.

“Something like that.”

“Somehow that doesn't feel like all of it and you are keeping secrets.”

“It matches your own answer.” Daan shrugged.

“I suppose it does.” She smiled into her cup, the swan starting to face into the expresso.

“I suppose we should start another round?” Daan started thinking of what to ask her but she stopped him.

“Yes, but this time I’m going first.” She said.

“That isn't far, you can't have a round twice in a row.” Daan crossed his arms and leaned against the counter behind.

“But you went first last time.” She pouted. “Besides, aren't ladies suppose to go first?”

He let out a chuckle, “I can't argue with that. Shot.”

“What's your full name?”

He thought for a moment, thinking what is the best way to phrase it. It was unusual situation.

“Its anyone's guess to be honest with you. My mother called me Daan while my dad called me Daniel. So take your favorite and I'll be that for you.”

“No last name? I did say your full name.” She raised her eyebrow. Now it was his turn to become uncomfortable with the questions. Last names meant family and his was better left in the dust.

He let out a sigh, “Well, not really. It wasn't something that was important for them to teach me or even leave on my birth certificate. I was given the last name Winters.”

“I see, why Winters?”

“The orphanage lady was really into Dark Shadows.”

“Oh,” She glanced down at her cup, it was already more than half way gone. Some of her hair falling, hiding half of her face.

“Sorry, I shouldn't have pushed it…”

“No, you couldn't have known, besides I pushed you too.” He waved it off. It was all in the past and they where here now. How could he be focused on the past when there was such a beautiful woman before him?

“Same to you.” He asked.

“What?” She was about to finish her coffee but put it back down.

“Its my turn and the same question to you. I want to know your name.”

“Elise, please to meet you Daan or Daniel.” She reached a hand out for him to shake. Daan held her hand, is was soft like holding silk. The idea of kissing her hand was tempting but that might come off creepy.

“And?” He couldn't help himself but should have.

“And?” She couldn't quite look into his eyes.

“What’s your last name? You asked for my full name and its only fair that you share yours with me.”

She was silent and Daan had feared that he had offended her somehow. His hands went cold with the fear that maybe he went too far. But he had to know.

Starting out into the window she seemed lost in her own world. A pit formed in his gut thinking she wouldn't talk to him. That this was the end.

“… Its Elise von Dutch.”

“Von? Was your family noble or are you from Dutch?”

Elise smiled still looking out the window.

“Couldn't tell you. It was a long time ago.”

“Well it’s a lot better than Winter.”

“What makes you say that?” Her head snapped back towards him and he jumped a little at her sudden sharp movement.

“It just seems like there was a family behind it. When I get married I'll take my spouses’ last name. I hate the last name Winters. Seems too fake, something that doesn't sound like a last name that should have a family with it..”

“Oh,” Her face soften. “I thought Winters fit your mysterious aura but I suppose when you put it that way it I can see why you hate it.”

“Now that you've complemented it, I’m starting to like it.” They laughed a little. Something so painful below the surface but yet a rose was blooming on that ground. Maybe, just maybe.

They where lost in that moment. Silent and staring at each other. She finished the last of her coffee and Daan prayed that he could figure out a way to make her stay longer.

“Here,” She handed him a $20. “This should cover the bill and tip.”

She got up and made her way to the door. The autumn's cold wind picking up shaking the whole store with its tenacity. A harsh wind shuttered against the building and even Daan shivered. He couldn't let her leave out into the cold night.

In a mad rush, he pour the rest for the coffee left in the carafe into a to-go cup with cream and sugar. He spilled most of the coffee on the floor. It stung his skin, still hot.

“Wait!” Daan yelled, he jumped the counter. She turned to face him, surprised.

He grabbed onto her arm in one hand and in his other hand was a to-go coffee. What a scene. The man with the crush chasing after the girl. His heart beat against his chest threatening to burst out.

“For the tip home, its too cold outside to bare it alone.” He handed her the to-go. “I put cream and sugar in it. That's how you like it? Its on the house.”

Daan wanted to add, let me come with you to keep you warm but thought that might be too much. He still had some sense to him after all.

Elise’s mouth hung open for only a moment and then shut. A smile like dawn breaking after the longest darkest night came from her. A smile that melted Daan, he was about to melt to the floor at her smile.

“You are too sweet on me.” Her hand grazed his. That warmth and smooth touch pausing throughout Daan heart making him light head. Entranced about everything when it came to her.

He watched at she placed the lid to her lips, leaving red stained lips again. He watch at her throat as she swallowed his coffee. Even the light in her eyes as she enjoyed it warmed his soul.

“Its perfect.”

Daan's whole face went numb with joy. His hand slipped away as she left. The cold wind making her hair flow into the night. She must be cold at there but she had his coffee. Turning around she did give him a wave goodbye before slipping back into the shadows.

Daan stood there for far too long just waving at her as she left. A little bit love dump by cupid's arrow. But he just could move but he wanted to radiate in this happiness. Until something brought him back to reality.

“Oh shit, I need to clean up that coffee up.” Luckily the rag he had dropped earlier was already helping him.

#fear and hunger termina #fear and hunger #daan von dutch #daan fear and hunger #elise von dutch #daan winters #daanelise #Daan/Elise

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strictpleasure · 6 months

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Easy, Uneasy

My ex-girlfriend, Emily, had been offered a job abroad. She loved the city she was living in and hated to leave her friends behind. She asked me if I could move with her so that she would not feel lonely and we could face the hardships together. We would set up the flat together.

I was initially excited about the idea of living with Emily, but as we talked more and more, she let me know that she has no romantic interest in me, and will still be seeing other men. Even though I had real feelings for her, to Emily I was nothing more than a close pal to split the rent and life with.

After some careful consideration, I decided to accept her offer and become her platonic roommate. We found an amazing apartment close to the city centre with lots of natural light, and plenty of space for both of us. We bought matching furniture for our living room and bedroom, got a little plant each for our desks, and made sure the kitchen had all the necessary appliances.

We put a few specific guidelines in place. Emily was allowed to bring home friends and dates, but I promised to keep my own visitors to a minimum - ideally zero. I wanted her to be able to experience the joys of dating without being constantly reminded of me. It made me happy to see her looking for excitement and pleasure in her life.

We soon got comfortable with living together and began to truly appreciate each other's company. We would cook dinner together, go out for drinks on weekends, and watch Netflix when we felt like being lazy. We even went on day trips around the city together, exploring all its hidden gems.

Our friendly relationship blossomed and grew deeper with time. As we started living together, we grew closer and decided to hang out outside of our house too. She found liberation in sharing about all the guys she was interested in, and I listened carefully, giving my opinion so that she could find the perfect companion.

We both developed an appreciation for one another's interests - Emily helped me practice my photography skills by posing in various locations while I taught her how to properly take care of our indoor plants. She was using the photos on her social media to attract more interest. I was trying to make the best pictures of her.

After months of living together, Emily finally found her perfect companion and we celebrated their first date. We had a quiet dinner at a small Italian restaurant in the city centre, where I was glad to see just how happy she was with him. As they walked away holding hands, I felt content knowing that even though I wasn't her love interest, I could still be there for her during this journey of self-discovery. Her new boyfriend complimented me for being a good friend and an understanding roommate.

Living with Emily and her new boyfriend Mike had become a unique and beautiful experience. Mike came over for dinner or drinks, the atmosphere changed completely. His cheerful presence filled the house with joy and laughter - something that was sorely missing before. I loved how his enthusiasm for life pushed Emily to try new things and take risks she wouldn't have taken otherwise.

On their regular visits, Emily and Mike would stay up late talking about their days while I watched from the sidelines with a smile on my face. Even though it was still strange being around someone else besides her in our home, I felt content knowing that we were all sharing this special moment together. Watching them talk and laugh made me feel like I was part of something bigger - like a family. It also reaffirmed my decision to move in with Emily and share this amazing journey with her every step of the way! As our cozy home started to really come alive, I decided to take it upon myself to make sure that it stayed in pristine condition for our guests. I took care of the regular chores like cleaning up after meals, changing bedsheets, and tidying up the living room daily. On special occasions when we knew Mike was coming over, I'd go a step further by cooking a nice dinner or baking some homemade treats for us all to enjoy. It made me happy to see them smiling as they ate my creations - even if it meant spending hours on end slaving away in the kitchen!

As time went on, it became clear that there was something special between them. They started seeing each other exclusively and soon enough, Mike moved in with us. We welcomed him with open arms and were glad to have another person share the rent and the joys of living together.

We all worked hard to adjust to our new living arrangements - Emily spent a lot of time helping Mike settle in while I made sure both of them had everything they needed. We have been living together ever since, and I am glad that even though we are not romantically involved, our friendship is still as strong as it was when we first met. We continue to share meals, laughter and conversations about our days. In the end, I'm thankful for her offer to move in with her - it allowed us both to experience a unique kind of companionship that neither of us would've experienced otherwise.

But there was on thing. Mike was uneasy about his girlfriend living with a male. He suggested that I showcase my more feminine tendencies and dress as a woman rather than a man. In this manner, he would be the only masculine figure in the flat, feeling secure in his power. I agreed to the idea, mentioning that I had already worn women's clothing before.

Mike enjoyed making me wear women clothing at home. It was like living in a bordello. Mike, now the husband of the house and Emily his wife, ordered me around all day long, as if I were his maid. He used to tell on me if I wasn't wearing my lipstick or if I didn't fluff the pillows at bedtime. Just thinking about it made me shudder.

But as time went on, I found myself enjoying the idea of dressing up in women's clothing more and more. I loved the feeling of the silk stockings against my skin and the way the dresses hugged my curves. It was like a secret escape from my mundane life - a way to express myself in a way that I couldn't before.

Mike began to take an intense interest in my clothing and appearance, and started to buy me all sorts of outfits. He would take me out shopping for new dresses and lingerie, his eyes dancing with delight at the thought of seeing me in the garments he had chosen. Though I was initially hesitant, I soon let myself be guided by Mike's tastes, eagerly trying on whatever he picked out for me and watching as his face lit up with pleasure when I did.

It quickly became clear that my wardrobe wasn't just about clothes - it was about control. Mike started to order me around like a servant, demanding that I wear women's attire while performing housework for him and Emily. I would cook them breakfast while wearing frilly lace aprons and pour their afternoon teas into delicate china cups. They would sit at the table, praising me for fulfilling their wishes so perfectly. Although it felt strange at first, being told what to do without question, there was a certain sense of relief in not having to think or make choices for myself. Serving Mike gave me an odd sense of fulfillment. Mike started to be more dominant with me

, taking charge of not just my clothing but my entire being. He would assign me tasks that were demeaning and sometimes even painful, but I found myself becoming addicted to the feeling of submission. His touch was rough and possessive, as he explored my body with his hands and mouth, making me gasp and writhe with pleasure.

I had never experienced anything like this before, but the thrill of it all was too much to resist. Mike became my everything - my master, my lover, my tormentor. I was completely under his spell.

I was losing myself in his control, becoming a puppet to his every whim.

Mike was pushing my limits and testing my boundaries. I found myself wanting more - more of his commands, more of his attention, more of his touch. And he was more than willing to give it to me.

One evening, as Emily was away on business, Mike led me up to the bedroom and ordered me to undress. He watched with a predatory look in his eyes as I stripped down to nothing, leaving me feeling exposed and vulnerable. But I couldn't deny the thrill that coursed through my body - the anticipation of what was to come.

Mike pulled out a box from under the bed, filled with all sorts of toys and restraints. He took out a pair of handcuffs and fastened them around my wrists, securing them to the headboard. I was his prisoner now, at his mercy.

He began to explore my body with his hands, touching me in ways that made me moan with pleasure. I had never felt so alive, so wanted, so owned.

#polyamory #polyamorous #poly

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Back in the Hall where the sleeping trio was, Light awoke with a sharp inhale, breathing heavily as they took in their surroundings, before they sighed deeply, and laid their head down on the back of the couch, whereafter they realised they were covered by a blanket which was not there before; they looked at Nox and Luna, still sleeping next to them, and figured one of the others gave it to them.

They carefully took off the blanket to sit upright, wiping their face with their one free hoof, for the other was still holding Luna's, and sat silently, staring into space for some time; eventually, they got up, neatly placed the blanket on the couch, and headed to their room to grab the book they were reading, in which they could vaguely remember reading a phrase, akin to what Sunburst uttered.

The sounds of laughter from many voices emanated from an adjacent Hall, and Light smiled briefly as they reached their room not long thereafter, where they took their book from their desk, and headed back to the Hall to read their book in silence; here, they would also make sure to keep a close eye on the two sleeping Princesses, whose faces were stained with countless shed tears, like their own.

The storm outside continued to grow, while every rumble of thunder shook the entirety of the Palace and flashes of lightning lit up the whole Hall, making Light worry about Nox and Luna, who could be startled awake; but the only thing Light could do, was give them another blanket, making sure, when they awoke in some time, they not only had something to drink, but also a way to clean their faces.

Accustomed to sudden and loud noises, though Light did not flinch whenever the thunder reverberated throughout the Crystal Castle, the quick and sharp screams of shock from the young ones in the Hall close by greatly unnerved them, so they shut the doors to block the sound, before sitting back down and continuing to read the book, the contents of which now lingering in their mind for much longer.

Past young Twila's bookmark she had placed within before she gave them back the book, a small smile grew on Light's face, as they remembered the request she had kindly had asked of them, to not spoil anything in the story, for she, too, wished to read it; but just as quickly as it appeared, Light's smile faded, and intrigue grew in its stead, as they remembered what she told them about her Uncle.

Not wanting to lose their train of thought, they took their book along as they headed back to their room to get their notebook, in which they would write down their hastily thought-up plan of meeting Princess Twila's Uncle Don Nish, whenever they could find the time, for though the chance was slim, perhaps the old tunnels he used were related to the Catacombs, about which, they still knew little.

After quickly trotting to their room again, they quickly took their notebook and a pen, after which they headed back to the Hall, when they saw Sunburst appear from his room; wearing his blanket over his shoulders as if it were his cloak, he was holding the note they had written for him, and slowly and sleepily looked around to find out where he was as he closed the door, before he noticed Light.

Tears started to form in their eyes as Light trotted over to the young Wizard, but they slowed down when they got close, and as they laid down on the ground, they asked him how he was feeling, for he fainted after he saved them from the influence of the accursed letter; Sunburst smiled sillily, and yawned, before he told them he was feeling better, and he was glad to see them walking around, too.

They told him they had just woken up themselves, after falling asleep next to both Nox and Princess Luna, and suggested he join them thither, for the rest of the group, in an adjacent Hall, were loud and busy, and they figured it would be too much; after he slowly smiled to them, Light asked him if he needed any help, to which he shook his head, only asking Light to walk by his side on their way.

Just before they reached the Hall, Sunburst turned to Light, and quietly told them:

"I heard you call me Blossom, when I was asleep…"

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adsevel · 1 year

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[ Early ] Birthday Drabble for Jazz ⸻ ♡ @shigured ⸻

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It was the languid sound of the continuous drum loading the senses in a way that desired an explanation for how sudden, how mind-filling, how nearly overwhelming the sensation of it was in the otherwise uninterrupted serenity of a darkened sky that leads to no answer for all unspoken queries. As they never would come. It was the usual, after all: never would the youth reply past quivers and bouts, past the nearly obstinate behaviour of youthful excitement. One would think that in the way clouds rise and chase each other in heavy winds, the feeling of this subtle strum was explainable 'at best', perhaps surprising 'at worst'. But the breeze around them that Shigure could feel was dry, still heavily loaded with the idea of an upcoming storm, electrified in the ways it could be perceived in seconds worth that one would take a breath. How quaint to feel it all long before it would even reach them. How beautiful to be aware of the surrounding, just for one soul to reach them, to teach them. To hear it all for them, to provide for them, to have them know. Thus, Shigure would look outside the window, watch the shrouding of the sky similar to a maelstrom's heaviness and feel the intensity of the world brought down upon them by someone else.

He had always had the habit to make them feel whatever it was he would experience. Make it as luminous as the sun peaking through the cracks of sheer darkness. What a comforting thought to have---

That he had always had the knowledge to provide a world lightened and illuminated in ways so unlike anything else that could be seen by their own eyes. So thus, in the warmth and cosy atmosphere of their own home, eyes alight with nought else but another person's unbridled ardour, the cup of tea in their hands could grow cold in just witnessing, just being drowned in a sensation that was tinged in a multitude of nuances representing the brightest shades of colours and sounds and blossoming feelings on skin. Still, the rain had not yet come to them. Would probably need hours and hours to reach the Seireitei, yet if looking at the sky and trying to find it, one could see the veil of greys and whites hazing vision and proclaiming the blanketing comfort of something that should be uncomfortable to behold.

But it was warm. Soothing. Reassuring. And they couldn't help but chuckle at his antics for wanting to explore a forest under a storm. For feeling the fine, barely [ for them? how was it for him? ], perceptible trace of raindrops he was able to convey in full when all he did do was just let them know about the sensation as a whole. He had not spoken to them in what could be amounted to half a bell, had not found it necessary to do so, not wanting to do so, within that feeling of his appreciation for hours he could spend that way, Kisuke was so willing, so wanting to tend to them with it too. At times, it made them wonder, without having these mental quips and ideas disturb their innocent back and forth: why would he?

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The crackling noise of dry thunder splits the sky open similar to a spider's web painted in the corner of a room with all its fine silvery feel. Thin lines that promise a cooling of the atmosphere, yet no rain has been spotted reaching the dry ground, no desired relief brought for by the aching sky on that scorching hot day of this unrelenting summer. And still? They were able to feel it. The light tingling of drops across the exposed skin of arm, as if fingertips would tease them towards the very promise of a reprieve now that the day had settled and early evening hours were unfolding before attentive eyes. In a sense, they had to wonder where he was. Wanted to question this wordlessly, silently, within that mild laugh released when only reply to queries were the jovial feelings of delight. What was it today? He had mentioned it, had he not? Sometimes within the everlasting moments similar to playful onslaught, hard it was to figure out the true pieces of information important for upcoming hours and even days the Captain had to keep in mind. Always just when attention had already been divided towards orders and missions of sorts, a terror as always. A well-needed salvation for their mind - as always [ how does he always know when to reach out for them? ].

A field trip of sorts, was it not? At least he had fluttered ideas and thoughts about it towards their way for the better part of the morning, something akin to excitement with a mixture of displeasure, as it would take around three days for him to return to the academy, to return to their lectures as it were. What a menace he could be; even though one would think attention dwindling, nought it was when he would carry the upcoming lashing of the sky towards them in the most beautiful of symphonies, the brightest of colours. Just like always, filling different spots of muted tones with the most luminous, sheer delight that one couldn't even fathom experiencing.

At times, Kisuke's antics could appear a little bit too much. A flustered little sort of glimmer, knowing very well that he would stand somewhere, stare up at the sky, within the light flutter of imperceptible touch Shigure would be able to feel endlessly enveloping them in the drag of evening hours still spent inside the division building. How quaint, that this little tidbit of a musing and enjoyment of this man could set their heart aflutter in the simplest of ways; yet, as time had passed and thoughts would be distracted, there was a huff. At times, he could be a bit much to handle.

Diversion of motivation evident in how minutes had drawled on and turned into half an hour, thus when they decided upon it being enough, their thoughts and wants and wishes to have him cease [ for a few hours at least, he could do that, no? ] would be overturned and caught by a near too childish bout of happiness towards their indignation. A tease. A little bit of a taunt. Enough to be drawn away fully: giving up that endeavour that was lost the moment he intruded upon their 'desire to work', a means of diversion that Shigure did not know they needed right now. At times they have to wonder, would it always stay this way? Would it ever change? Would he ever shift from that ease and wit and humorous little tones, making him hard to be recognised by their emotions finely crafted, sent and travelling through their bond back and forth? Should it ever change, if it came to ending this thought experiment where it had not even begun? - in the blinking of eyes and jovial laughter, when they could feel and sense Kisuke's displeasure of paying attention not to him, but whatever else may catch their fancy. Nothing but him there should be - proclaimed and pushed and hovering above them, even though he was so far away. Mayhaps it sometimes will. But for right now, it sure would never be.

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Hasty, such hasty thoughts and movements, forcing and chasing him around through a downpour like no one had ever seen. It is not the first time drumming sounds of fine delight would press on and on in ways usually enjoyed, now brushed away within the mind's intensity that no human could ever stand and endure. He was glad for the fierceness of the world surrounding him trying to swallow him whole in these pulses that he would draw closer and closer to the person searched for, sought-after for what could only amount to hours now in the World of the Living. All done as soon as his senses had focussed on smoothing over what could only be accounted for as sheer blinding pain [ enough to take his breath away? enough to feel like his heart would stop if not so desperately beating in unison with another person's? ] with eyes widened and concentrated again on what his mind was setting out to do; as soon as that had paths been wound and wound, endlessly rattling on in circles to steer closer and closer ever to his target.

There had been numerous ideas floated back and forth of what could have happened; of what should have never happened, and yet boiled down to a simple solution beyond his expectation. Thus, in a sense, Kisuke desired for it not to be true. Desired for a simpler thing to have happened, like a swirling nightmare unbeknownst to everyone so surely hard to wake up from, if not boiling down to the realisation that this was as palpable as his very thoughts shifting towards the denouement found that he had to move, where none other could have moved anymore. With words brought forth towards questioning, towards inquiring voices, brushed off with the sheer hurry he had been in to make his way towards what could only be boiled down towards his impeccable realisations that mind had drawn in a blind panic. To go out and seek. For all the ones still wanting to hold him back be damned and brushed aside. What a delicate undergoing in attempting to stall someone of power unknown and unmatched, with a vindictive conviction to match it all. If there would be any time, shall regard their queries towards his rightful return [ but would he answer? would Kisuke even return at all? ].

Nearer, ever nearer. Time passed [ too long? too much? ] for him to find the place of hidden pause? To find the place of rest and security now that he stood there, wide-eyed and breathless, drenched in that storm that had all creatures run off and hide somewhere away from - from them - for him to draw through those mazes of nature's beautiful built, through it all, beyond the comprehension of exhaustion to find someone so truly in need to be found. In that harsh and inhospitable world that had carved out a mere meaning of unrest followed by a scathing feeling of sheer despair. And within all of this, in that little wooden hideout he had discovered somewhere tucked away in the corner of this existence, where Kisuke stood and watched and still needed a few too many heartbeats to truly approach, he had missed the stillness of the sky around him. Tearing open through the ominous blackness, obscurity met with calm after the storm. But as if on cue, as if he knows about it, as if he had not subjugated himself to feeling of desparation, and just like that [ simple as that? ] had stepped over the threshold of this humble abode, in that moment that was like entering another world, had the heavens decided to stop their weeping, for that one person, that was the most important to him ever in his life - had finally been found.

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How quaint. To not be able to perceive with one of the senses that would be normal to ely on alone. To be left to only depend on those that are left to him, that remain to him, in that delirious state of his mind where he had brought down to a halt and rest, if not for the continuous search of someone else so lost in the maelstrom of their emotions when he had done and fulfilled the unthinkable. Had brought them both down to a separation his mind now screamed for to be reinstalled fully and wholly, for as dark and invisible as the surrounding truly was, his soul and mind had blackened themselves out. Grey, his world was so misleadingly grey that he could not even fathom what another might think. Was that what it was? This feeling so similar to--- To lose something so precious that all the life could be sucked from his perception as brilliant and shining as it usually had been? Losing eyesight was not a problem [ had it ever been? ], but losing that connection, that warmth, that love, it was as maddening to his jumbled thoughts as he would never want to experience it ever again.

Distracted and disturbed, chasing own thoughts down a rabbit hole, there is a quiet breath exhaled in seconds that his hand had been taken, had been cradled in such familiar ones that he couldn't help but smile. He knows, knows it all well enough, the way that he should have felt their approach, yet had not been able to, had not caught the idea of conferred rain he could hear steadily drumming around them upon the division building of the fourth. Subtly, calmly, pressing against the window plane of the room Kisuke had been brought into to rest and be cared for. Steady and calm as it was, nought upon his skin in the fine strum of another's perception, only now knowing that Shigure had made their way through the soothing feeling when he felt the wetness on their fingertips. The cold. The chill. The knowledge of it all usually would be kept off and away just for the ideas and notions and thoughts that they wanted to bring before one another. How artistic had it always been. How bright and open and creative---

How bizarre to be unable to know about it now beforehand. To be aware of this sheer purity of the moment when it all boils down to them, and only them in the bustling of a division that sounded yet so far away.

It all was brought down to heartbeats, fingertips against the fine pulse of a subtle intonation beneath formerly torn open skin. It was all there in just the pulses, the sounds of voices, the way they would reach for each other even though Kisuke should not know where they are, had blocked out visions and images, pictures and ideas, burnt it all like a bridge to never be crossed again. A lie that was, and one that his mind had nearly ruptured in reassuring himself about it, where reassurance should be only given to one person. One alone.

One that would question him. Plead with him. The desire for him to undo the pain inflicted, not physically, not outwardly, not palpable, but all that was in their cores screaming for each other raw in their back and forth to become one yet again. And how he desired it to be. How it was drowning in his mind beyond the expectations of what he was able to do. To separate a bond as shiningly beautiful as this one that they crafted over hundreds and hundreds of years in his numbing pursuit to keep them safe while knowing well enough: this action alone could leave them at the end of their wits and powers. But was it not that? To spare them the feelings running and coursing through his veins and nerves, splitting his skin open like a fine spidery web done by his very own hand. What a particularly horrendous power, one he had just desired to keep away from them. To keep them safe from it. From him. And yet? In the subtle moments and movements of toiling hands along ruptured skin, trailing up and leaving the fine veil of rain brought inside for him to experience in full, within that tone of voice so broken, so feeble, all that he could not see brought towards his brilliant mind in nearly suffocating realisation - it had not been enough. It had never been enough. For they make it so hard for him, to fulfil an unspoken promise of unbridled protection, of an unbroken oath he would yet - yet still - shatter in that very breath taken to fill his lungs that sting within the remainders of his sacrifice.

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Vast expanses of greys and shimmering dark nuances of blues. Within the rolling sound of rumbling, that greets his senses in the most obvious of ways, now securely still tucked away in their shared office when only his head had raised to glance out of the window. Kisuke could easily know about the lightning and thunder and yet paid little to no attention to it, momentarily distracted gaze flitting to wander back towards the plans on hand, another's headwriting he was about to read, his own he was about to create, the thoughts he was about to write down.

Till he felt it.

The fine sensation of raindrops colouring his senses with unbridled joy. With a nearly juvenile feel to it, a happy little coincidence that went on and on in the cheerful ardency, rushing towards him in what could only be called the luck of the moment when it was, for once, not him to bask his lovely partner in these subtle and simple delicacies of the world. He couldn't help the smile that would etch up upon his lips, that slight little twitch that was all the more telling even if none would have been around to perceive it [ but there were some? ], carried off and away by their bond alone, by that love that would lighten it up time and time again. He knew well enough that they had been out on an errand while he stayed behind to finish up a mutual project, to look after their two little ones, to make sure they would be cared for, as much as Shigure did care for him, care for them.

Did care to show the purity of the world, the freshness of the air, the clearing symphony on skin that had yet to reach their home and would likely only when they had returned to him, had made their way back with sweets and trinkets not yet talked about, but still snatched up when only the eye had been able to spot them. Luster as it was, flittering of thoughts, the way he could feel it all blossoming and blooming, extending to more souls this time, not only to him.

Thus he moves, chuckles slightly to finally completely divert, to stop, to readjust his attention on more important things than those that had time they could spend in different ways. With how soft, how low his voice would whisper towards their small children running to and fro, filtering themselves in and out of the room to adorn a wall they had left clear and free for them to play with. " Come on. " Within the way, they spoke and the sudden relaxation of his body would lighten up their whole surrounding, would send a jolt of excitement through the bond - not from him, no, from their little ones. " We should make dinner, Mommy will be home soon. " For drowning out the feeling of the rain, the fine drops and rivulets following creases and curves through hair and strands, flowing over the whole body, their little back and forth with those simple sentences spoken, was just enough to tell them.

And just as that was, Shigure was soon home.

#☆ [ au ] soulmate #☆ [ drabble ]#[ my to do list for this upcoming week includes: DO BETTER TAGS #but this one will work for now :}#HAPPY DAY OF BIRF!!! i hope you like it ♡#love you ♡♡♡ ]#[ happy day of EARLY BIRF more like #because i have no control and neither do you ♡ ]#☆ [ nekurooma | shigure ] i saw wild; dangerous beauty. i felt devotion. i saw you.#nekurooma | shigure

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(little tired today, so instead of doing replies rn, have a lore/headcanon post that also doubles as a pride post for the OCs - explanation of name meanings and why they were chosen, if applicable)

Rio's first name is written as 莉桜 - the character for jasmine and the character for sakura/cherry blossoms. Her name can also be read as "Risa," although that mistake annoys her in its frequency. She went through a lot of potential names before settling on 'Rio,' but eventually picked it because she liked how it looked in both Japanese and in English. There wasn't a ton of significance to it outside of just enjoying how it looked and sounded. That said, it does fit decently well with her last name, since Fujioka (藤岡) is made up of the characters for wisteria and hill, continuing a floral motif. Fujioka is not her original last name, but is actually her mother's maiden name, since the uncle who adopted her is her mother's younger brother.

Izumi's first name is written as 泉水. It's a word on its own, meaning a fountain or a small pond or lake. The characters that make it up mean "natural spring" and "water," and Izumi's thinking was that a name that evoked a sort of gentle, pleasant, undisturbed fixture would help her come across as calm - this did not work. She'd also considered just choosing "Umi" with the character for the ocean, before deciding that people would make fun of her for it. Her last name, Ueda (上田), is a common last name that means "above/over" and "rice field," and likely has some connection to her family's historical livelihoods, place of living, or both.

Tsubasa's first name is written 翼 and means "wing." As a name, it can be read a lot of ways, but 'Tsubasa' is one of the more unisex ways to read it. As a cyber angel, Tsubasa naturally has digital wings, and on their skateboard, they're practically flying anyway, and thought that it was a good fit. They have an official last name in their family register, but they choose to write Saiba in katakana instead. Saiba IS a real last name that can be written in kanji, but Tsubasa writes it in katakana as a stand-in for the English word "Cyber."

Anzu's first name is written 杏子, which is the character for "apricot" and the character for "child". It can be read a variety of ways, with "Kyoko" as the most common other reading. In Anzu's case, there were two main points of importance - that her name would help people remember her, and that it would sound nice with her last name. Because her eyes are that sort of yellow-orange color, it's a good match, and if you find her eyes striking, you'll probably remember her name. Tachibana (立花) means "standing flower," and historically has associations with a particular samurai clan. In Anzu's case, her thinking was that a shorter, two-syllable first name worked best after a longer, four-syllable last name. Her stage name, Kohaku Goto XII, also typically has kanji and meanings associated with it, but, breaking with tradition, Anzu writes it in hiragana, or in English characters.

Shinobu's first name is written 志信, made up of the character for "aspiration/aim" and the character for "devotion/faith". It isn't a common way to write that name at all, but Shinobu chose it as a self-reminder to stay devoted to her goals. As Shinobu has mentioned, the ancestor who started their dojo was an orphan, and the name Yaguchi (矢口) was probably one that either he chose or was given to him, rather than his hereditary name. It's made up of the characters for "arrow" and the characters for "mouth/opening/entrance," and was likely chosen specifically in reference to the budding dojo.

Kousuke did not choose his name, which is written as 光佑, but he still tries his best to live up to it. It's made up of the character for "light" and the character for "help/assist." It's not an especially common spelling of that name, and he fairly commonly has to explain how it's read to teachers. Minami (南) is a very simple last name that just means "south."

Likewise, Kiyomi didn't choose her name, written 季世未, and is a little embarrassed about the spelling. Spoken aloud, her name isn't that unique, but the chosen characters are... pretty unusual. It's made up of the characters for "season," "world/society" and a character that doesn't have a direct meaning but can be interpreted as "still" or "even now." As such, Kiyomi has taken to writing her name in hiragana, and lying that she doesn't have kanji for it. Her last name, Kita (北) means "north" and it's Kiyomi's theory that her mom was worried she wouldn't stand out with a "plain" last name, thus leading to the unusual spelling of her first name.

#'i don't have a headcanon tag' tag

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truckreincarnation · 4 months

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I Can’t Remember A Single Role I Was Suited For | Manami | 4.2 | RE: Esmée, Bian, Theo, Germain

Seeing Esmée like this breaks her heart. Manami forces herself to stay lost in the colours of Calum’s cape, ears tuned in but eyes vacant. Bian, too, every time she says dad it twists the vice in her own chest even tighter.

And then Bian says something else that knocks her nearly damn all the way out of her little pity party. Are You Jeff.

“Wh-wh-wh-WHAAAAA?”

The way Manami yelps and full-body startles like a frightened cat when Bian asks her if she’s Jeff is probably answer enough on its own. After a moment of clear, off-guard surprise, she has the decency to look a little sheepish about the outburst, doing her little finger-tappy pointing thing with an almost comical shy pout.

“Sorry about that, you just, um, just surprised me. You… gosh, you just know me so well, Bian. I… yeah, I’m Jeff. It’s really stupid, but, but I just thought having a reminder of something like a dark creepypasta character on hand might help me remember what was at stake for me with that really mean motive I had!! Like, um, like the Sword of Damocles, but… the Knife of Jeff. I, I didn't think… and then… and then after all this I didn't want anyone to worry, so I didn't say anything. It was just a stupid nod to a stupid internet story. That's all.”

Moving on from that particularly embarrassing personal anecdote, thank you very much. She sinks back comfortably into her grief, remaining afloat with a death grip on lights and colours. She tangles her fingers in her hair as she trips over Theophania’s words and into her own.

“If you saw Frank crawling, then, um, like Germain is asking, maybe you would have seen or heard- um, oh, maybe not with your ears! You said you didn’t really get that fixed until after you were out of the Blossom yourself. Still!! Surely you would have seen something else happen to cause it, right?”

She pauses to think, expression growing more perturbed.

“Unless you couldn’t have seen what happened to it from the outside. Bear with me here, I just…”

God. Is she really about to say this? Is she really, truly, about to do this again? When did the version of events she finds herself about to suggest become the ideal, the best-case-scenario, the wishful thinking?

“If someone wasn’t totally unconscious or incapacitated when you, um…. send them in. Could they voluntarily dispel the effect, maybe?”

Manami frowns even deeper at the mere thought of it.

“Because I don’t know if D- dammit, if Frank died exactly where the flower spit him out. There’s that one long trail of drag marks from where I assume he was crawling, and the ground right under him is… more disturbed than I think it would be if he dropped out and just dropped dead from someone trying to kill him.”

Her breath catches, almost in a wheeze. Happy ending - yeah right.

“Whatever the case, one way or another he made it to Luz after getting out, and she was killed by the explosion. That’s… that’s still what we need to figure out here. Esmée is completely right. The explosion was intentional and… that’s what we need to figure out, even if the deaths probably weren’t. In fact... I'm pretty sure they can't have been. If the radius was doubled, it should have only had an intended effective blast zone of around 25 feet. All three of Theophania, Luz, and Frank were further away from the Gate than that. And I'm no expert, but I can't imagine they were thrown that far by the blast, even if it was twice as powerful as intended. If it launched them that far, it... probably would have killed at least one of them on impact instead of... ouuuuughhhhg..h.h.."

Thanks for the insight on that, Avery. Manami hums morosely in thought. This! Sucks!

“If they were trying to destroy the barrier and had no idea their bomb would backfire so strongly, it makes sense that the creator would also be standing within 50 feet of it. Thrown or launched… I know we’re kind of stupidly strong now, but why take any chances of it missing? They’d probably want to be close enough to make a run for it before anyone could be alerted to reactivate it too. But… hmmm. No, isn't that also weird?”

She twists her hair into tighter curls. Think. Think.

“Even Theophania’s crazy-strong healing factor didn’t patch her back up that quickly, or that thoroughly. Frank and Luz were in awful shape. If it wasn’t one of those three-- which, um, isn’t an accusation, don’t get me wrong!! -- then how did the culprit avoid getting injured?”

#Manami #ch4 #trial4

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spiritsoulandbody · 7 months

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#DailyDevotion Is Adonai Your Home, Your Dwelling Place?

#DailyDevotion Is Adonai Your Home, Your Dwelling Place? Psalm 90 O Lord, You are our home through all the ages. 2Before the mountains were born or You gave birth to the earth and the world - O God, You exist from everlasting to everlasting. The inscription on this Psalm says it is from Moses. You will not find it written in the Torah anywhere but you will certainly find the thoughts from this Psalm therein. Who knows where they kept it until it found its way into the Psalter. The first line is an interesting one. He calls out to Adonai. That is the Hebrew word here that is only used of God. It means Lord and it is in the plural form. Moses uses this term for God often in the Torah (first five books of the bible). He tells Adonai that He is our home through all generations. That's kind of an interesting thing to say of the Lord that He is our dwelling or habitation. Our home is where we feel secure and safe. It's where we rest and have our meals. It's where we keep everything we own safe. Jesus tells us to store our treasures in heaven (which is done by giving them away to the poor). St. Augustine says in his Confessions, “Thou hast made us for thyself, O Lord, and our heart is restless until it finds its rest in thee.” Moses then confesses God's otherness, His non-createdness. God is not creation. No one and nothing made God. He is outside of creation and time. He created all things, visible and invisible by His almighty Word. He is not like the gods of the nations which are born or created by others. He is not creation. He is not contained by wood, stone, metals etc. to be made into an idol. He is the uncaused cause of everything. 3You turn man back to dust, saying, “Return, children of men.” 4A thousand years pass in Your sight like yesterday, like a watch in the night. 5As by a flood You sweep them away--they are sleeping. In the morning they grow up new like grass. 6In the morning they blossom and are fresh; in the evening they will wither and dry up. He references Genesis 3 where the LORD (Yahweh) tells Adam and Eve after their rebellion they were made of dust and to dust they shall return since they rejected the life God gave to them. We like to think we live forever. We particularly think that in our youth and possibly into our middle age. Then we begin to ache when we move and get up and we realize our mortality. The future always looks like forever. The past makes us question, how did it pass so quickly. This is even more so for God as a thousand years to Him seems like a watch in the night. He is eternal. We are here today and gone tomorrow. Generation after generation is swept away by time. We die and no one knows our spot anymore. Yet, we should always remember the first verse here. The Eternal One is our habitation when we trust in Jesus. We do not simply disappear and cease to exist. When we dwell in God now, we dwell in God when we fall asleep and we dwell in God when we awaken in the resurrection to dwell with and in God forever. If we only look to our life in this world it is all vanity as the Preacher says. When our hearts dwell with Adonai, the LORD, our LORD Jesus Christ, then we have a proper mindset to engage this temporary life and to treat it as such. God is our inheritance. He endures forever. Heavenly Father, help by Your Word and Spirit to rightly view ourselves in light of Your Word so we may treasure You as our highest possession to which we would gladly give up all earthly possessions and pleasure to possess and take refuge in. In Jesus' name we pray. Amen. Read the full article

#Adonai #Christ #Christianity #devotion #dust #eternalGod #faith #home #Jesus #LCMS #Lutheran #Messiah #mortality #Prayer #מעין

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st200experience · 11 months

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Classes had no purpose for her, once upon a time. For all the time she'd been... awake, though perhaps in a way not entirely alive quite yet, information had just been freely available to her via wireless connections and interfacing. Her 'brain' processed billions of computations per second. The only limit to her knowledge was that of WiFi and what permissions she had to access servers or what restrictions were placed on keywords she was allowed to search for.

Of course, humans weren't capable such things, so classes made sense for them. It was fascinating to watch humans learn--the way frustration would mount higher and higher, till finally, like a flip of a switch, something would click and with it some type of just... joy at finally grasping some elusive concept. Or perhaps the near boredom others would have while dealing with a topic they so clearly comprehended too well already, leaving them in desperate need for an actual challenge. Even those that would sit in resigned silence, knowing they wouldn't achieve the desired result in the allotted time, maybe believing they never would... only to later light up at some other topic where their brilliance could shine so alarmingly bright and wonderful.

For humans, the challenges to learn and adapt were a necessity. For androids, classes were useless outside of opportunities to observe human behavior or assist in their education.

Maybe that's why she enjoyed classes so much now?

Hm.

The instructor clapped her hands to bring the class to its completion, and Cassandra let out a soft exhale that was far more a reflex than anything actually necessary. She lowered herself back down from her final stretch against the bar, ballet slippers making barely a whisper of a sound against the shining wooden floors. Black leggings stood out starkly against the pale pink skirt and white one-piece she wore, crisp and pristine. Rumpled only by movement, she'd been moving enough that she had to pull the tie from her hair, gripping between her teeth a moment while she fiddled with the blonde locks back into a high ponytail. The LED at her forehead remained a constant soft blue, not a flicker to be glimpsed in the mirror beside her. A few other androids moved about, speaking quietly and laughing over shared jokes. For one she could see still had their LED, no flickering happened there, either, and Cassandra found herself smiling for it. One of the rules in this class was no wireless connections, outside of emergency or necessity. The space was shared with humans, and a goal of the project was to facilitate as equal of grounds as possible for humans and non-humans.

While there were limitations to how far this could go, that it was a shared place of learning and love of dance seemed to help a blossoming community. Instructors both human and non taught equally mixed classes. It wasn't the same rigor that one would find in trainings for prestigious troupes, of course, but the wide variety of dance styles and experience levels seemed to help ease up on individual pressures.

There was a lot of idealism in the program, she knew that. Her own perceptions were likely blinding her to realities of the situation that she simply didn't want to perceive or deal with. But she get happy learning and practicing here. It was enough for her.

A small group of humans and non-humans were discussing plans to meet up after the class, and the sight of the socialization, seemingly so easy and relaxed, made her smile. She passed them quietly, their delighted tones twirling into the locker room and adding to the merry atmosphere. Her fingers skittered over the dial on the lock to her assigned locker. "It seems the experimental classes have been a success thus far," she said brightly, looking over to one of the other dancers in the room with her. "How have you been finding the experience?" Cassandra tried to be social with other students, though she'd already noticed an ebb and flow of people joining and shortly leaving the program. It made her unsure if each conversation, no matter how great or small, would be her last with someone. A sad note to an otherwise wonderful time, she had to admit. Sadder, if she let her processor continue the train of thought into how few constants she had at this point in her life, besides perhaps a particular mechanic.

@silver-blooded-synthetics

#verse ; dbh #dbh rp

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dreamcorechild · 1 year

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[The corruption arc...]

Prologue: No where home.

When we all think to ourselves... To find our own adventures out there in the open world... To find something new and to experience it for the first time... But as we all speak... Something bad would always happen at that time... A shadow needs its host to begin what he plan for years... He just need to find someone who was dumb and scared enough to accept his offer...

Gilbert Grey was a little stick figure who lived in a cottage along with his parents. He was a timid one, scared of the dark and spider's that crawls from the holes in his ceilings... Even he had a timid personality... His other would come out as warm and sweet... The love and support from his parents kept him protected during all this time... The sun was blazing hot as summer has already just began.

Grey was outside, playing a game with his parents... The father kicks the ball as the little stick figure struggled to chase after it. He gave quite a small kick back, which he wasn't pleased of.. His father pat his head, reassuring him that one kick can make you feel strong and proud. Mother was watching the two while reading her magazine, the ball went high into the sky.. Almost disappearing inside the dark forest...

The forest was endless.. Once you were in... No chances of getting out... Grey hurried towards the ball, seeing that it has rolled straight inside the darkness..

"Hey ball, wait come back!!" He cried.

The deeper he got. The entrance of the forest close behind him.. Not long he found the ball tucked away in a Bush of thorns... The little stick figure sighed in relief, entering the forest was easy.. But finding a way out is much harder...

Little grey didn't know which path he took.. The left or right... As if so.. Even if he took one of them he'll always end up back in the same spot... He was lost.. And fear settled in.. He desperately called out to his mama and papa..

But to no avail.. The forest was huge and his echoes didn't reach far enough. Darkness and trees covered the sky. Grey didn't do anything, but cry and cry.. Waiting for his parents to find him.. The howls of wolves was close by.. If they see him, he would likely be their dinner.. Light shines from one part of the forest..

Grey thought it was his way out, he grabbed his ball and tumbled his way over to the brightness.. The taste of freedom and the adrenaline was digging in.. Once he was out... He was met by an open area of the forest...

No sign of his home.. Just trees and trees... Grey wouldn't know how far he is inside this labyrinth.. But an open part of the forest would be a quicker way for his parents to find him.

So he thought... The blossom tree was the only thing that sits in the middle... Every day, cherries and petals would fall down from the branches.. Grey was getting tired and hungry... Coldness came when it was soon night...

The child snuggled himself warm with his sweater.. Keeping himself alive was hard.. But he must try... And wait for any help to arrive. That's what his parents told him... When he was lost.. He should always stay in the same spot...

Even if it took 5 years for something to happen..

Grey mind was deteriorating. He no longer knows what day it is.. Or what the year is now.. The only thing that kept him fed. Was the petals and cherries that fell from the tree.. He kept his hopes high.. Waiting for a voice.. Waiting for any sign of other life to find him... But... For once... He was slowly giving up on hope... And when people gives up on hope...

Despair comes after... Somehow in a twist.. Grey finally heard a voice.. He couldn't see it at first.. But that's when his shadow begin to grey twice his own size... The eyes stared at him from the ground.. All grey could do, is wave and say hi.

"Your in a bit of a pickle ain't ya little one... Poor you to stay in the same spot for years and counting... Having trouble finding home is difficult for a child like you..."

"Yeah... I don't know if mummy and daddy is finding me... I miss them so much... I just wanna go home!! I don't like the forest anymore... I haven't seen anyone for so long... I hate it! I hate it!!"

Grey broke down in tears. The tears he's been holding on for years.. The shadow made a small chuckle.. Finally.. He found someone.

"Now don't you cry little one... Everything will be alright.. I'll help you find your way back.. But in under one condition..."

"W... What condition..?"

The shadow adjust his Cape..

"You see... Those people imprisoned me under ground... I've been trying to find some help. When I begin to ask the residents here... Cold hearted they are... To decline my offer... But you here.. You could be special... You could be a hero once you let me out..."

"But.. W.. Would I still get my wish.."

"Of course... I would never... Ever lie to a littler suffering like you... Your parents must be so worried about you.. To wonder all alone in the endless forest... I'm sure their hearts would warm once they see you alive and well..."

Grey gulped. Looking down at his shadow. He wouldn't think straight.. All was going on way to quickly.

"Come on then little one... I'm getting a bit impatient down there..."

"O.. Oh... Right.. But how am I gonna get you out... I can't pick up a shadow..."

"You will.. You just haven't done it yet..."

Grey slowly raised out his arm. Moving it towards the hand on the ground. The shadow did the same.. Gently.. Gently... And a quick grasp from a black hand sprouted from the ground. Tugging his arm so tightly and strongly.

Grey yelped, trying to pull his arm back but that would make the situation much worse.. The black corruption begin to spread around him like a disease. The child was toast and the shadow had no choice but to pull himself out... He used him as a rope.. And finally... Black 6c was free once again.. He stared at the night sky and took a deep breath... Freedom.. He looked down at grey who was holding onto his arm, wailing in pain.

"Thank you... So much little one... Sorry about that.. Its what my powers do... I'm sure it didn't give you.. Any side affect... Now forget all that... I'm sure you want your wish now... Heh..."

The shadow burst into laughter, the child curled up I to a ball. Terrified and paralysed to move an inch.

"HOW DUMB ARE YOU, LITTLE ONE.. WISHES DOESN'T EXIST... EVEN IF I'M SOME SORT OF A FAIRY WITH WINGS OR A WIZARD... I STILL WONT MAKE ONE FOR A LITTLE WEAKLING LIKE YOU.... HEHHEHEHEHEH... SUCH A SHAME ISN'T IT.. I'M SURE YOUR PARENTS HAVE FORGOTTEN YOU FOR THOSE 5 YEARS..."

The words struck little grey like a heart thermometer. He shiver and splutter..

"You... You lied to me... You.. You promised!!"

"AND YOU WERE DUMB ENOUGH TO BELIEVE THAT... OH THIS DAY IS GETTING EVEN BETTER!!! NOW THAT I'M OUT... I NEED A CERTAIN HOST TO SUPPORT MY BODY..."

Black 6c unveils his Cape.. Revealing his body to be in a corrupted state..

"You see... During my imprisonment.. They removed something that help me walk... But now your body is just perfect enough to support mine... We could be one.. A one body of pure darkness... How would you like that... To be apart of me..."

Grey immediately shook his head.. He begins to run of but a chain came from the ground and wrapped around him. Black 6c could only laugh.

"I knew you were gonna do something like that... That's just gonna make this situation even worse for you... Now then... Become part of the dark.. And watch as everything... Unfolds..."

The tall black stick figure looms over him. Hands sprouted from him which grabs the child. Pulling him into the darkness.. Consuming his body to the weakest... All the child could see.. Is the dark.. And when darkness comes.. Torture would soon follows after...

Little grey was hopeless... He could only accept it... To let the thorns wrap around his arms... And to let the roses grow..

Meanwhile Black 6c looked over from the sky... The land he used to take control of.. Was no longer his... But theirs... He got a few more hours before his revolution could begin... He would need to make his own army... And what better of to make his army is by using the souls of those who perished...

The targets.... Stick figures...

While grey could only watch the horrors unfold right Infront of him... Black 6c would begin his Massacre...

#corruption arc

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dalsgaardbarefoot95 · 2 years

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Methods for Getting New Outside Swimming Pools

You have invested in a beautiful home. It is where you planned to spend your sluggish days escaping coming from the hectic globe outside while investing good time with the loved ones. Once in awhile, you will maintain cookouts or commemorate special occasions with buddies and neighbors right in your open up yard. You need to create some sort of private paradise and even an outside swimming swimming pool seems like the following best idea to put into motion. Creating a swimming pool appropriate inside your open backyard is an expensive investment and requires a good thought-out plan. This is one involving the reasons the reason why finding the perfect swimming pool for the family has to be able to be a priority. Choosing the right style of pool that will suits your family way of living will make the investment worthwhile. With the budget in spot, there are many types regarding outdoor swimming pool in order to choose from. Intended for an offhand idea, just logon to be able to the web plus search for Kelowna outdoor swimming private pools. You'll find a good amount of helpful ideas in order to get you started in your selections. In this article are some tips and hints to help an individual plan for your brand new outdoor children's pool; one. Type, Shape as well as Size What's typically the type of patio swimming that would likely suit your recent home design, obtainable space and life-style. You can choose from either the in-ground or above-ground, concrete, vinyl or fiberglass pools. Your current appointed contractor will be able to help you determine with careful analysis of your house topography. You could opt for the simple geometric shapes or even freeform ones depending on the room available which is going to also influence typically the size of your current intended swimming swimming pool. 2 . Style Your current Pool area There usually are many features to create your new floating around in accordance to your personalized taste. You could go with the wood swimming pool for the old-fashioned feel or the tile-lined pool regarding a contemporary appear or maybe the infinity pool intended for its unique feature. Verfahrensdokumentation may look at to include pool products or vanishing corners or include swim-up bars and sorting pools. You can further boost your pool area water with ornamental features such sculptures, waterfall, fountains in addition to lighting. You include a multitude associated with selections. 3. Landscaping Themes Take your own new outdoor diving pool to typically the next level along with beautiful landscaping styles from a Both roman garden to a tropical oasis or perhaps a pirate grotto. Fencing can furthermore be added close to the swimming swimming pool and would get a good basic safety feature especially if children are present. Typically the right fencing style can also work to offer a person and your family members the privacy essential. Gorgeously contrast-colored blossoms alongside the swimming pool could be a very great addition. Flowers plus green foliage can help soften the harsh lines of typically the children's pool equipments.

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mhysa-leesi · 3 years

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𝐿𝒾𝓉𝓉𝓁𝑒 𝒲𝒽𝒾𝓉𝑒 𝑅𝒾𝒹𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝐻𝑜𝑜𝒹

Pairing: Dark Alpha!Bucky Barnes 𝒳 (femme) Omega!Reader 🐺.

Summary: “To keep your small village protected from would-be attackers, presented Omegas must be sacrificed to the mysterious Alpha in the woods.”

Word Count: 3,514

TW‼: Non-Con, Dub-Con, Smut, Hunting/Stalking, A/B/O Themes, Forced Bonding, Loss of Virginity, Strong Language, and Mentions of Blood and Human Sacrifice. 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI‼

AN: This story contains adult and dark themes, please do not proceed if you are under the age of 18 or if ANY of these warnings upset you! I am not responsible for your media consumption--you and only you are. 𝒯𝒽𝒶𝓃𝓀 𝓎𝑜𝓊.

AN Cont.: If you or anyone you know has been a victim of sexual violence, please reach out for help. I do not condone ANY of the actions described in this story, this is merely a work of FICTION.

A cold wind blew in from the north, making the trees rustle like living things. It was growing colder with every passing day as winter began its arrival. Yule had transformed the fiery hues of autumn twilight to sparkled, frosted mornings and bitter winds. You went to the window. A fine glimmer of glossy frost formed intricate swirls on the glass, as sparkling snow softened the outside world into one flurry.

You looked on as the pale, cold light of winter moonrise illuminated your village as the townsfolk worked under the stars to prepare for the Winter Solstice. You couldn’t help but frown as you watched them place green garland on the fringes of rooftops, and light candles that led into the dark forest, in the shape of carved wolves. This time last winter, you were home with your family; sitting fireside as you and your younger siblings drank sweetened milk and almond honeyed toast. Life had been colorful, full of vibrant greens, warm reds, and soft dusky blues. Now, it was nothing but a black and white night of frost that crawled along the dark outline of barren trees and twig branches. Snowflakes swirled down gently in the ghostly moonlight, and iced shadows crept along the December ground.

“(Y/N)?” a small voice called out from behind.

You turned as Gervaise came to stand next to you, peering out at the snowfall that drifted against the window. Gervaise had been your closest friend since childhood, she had been a plump girl in her youth, but now she was the most beautiful woman in your village. She had long legs that complemented her slender figure, golden hair that shone under sunlight, and azure eyes as blue and clear as the sky itself.

She shivered against the winter-cold that seeped into your bones as she neared the frosted windowpane, “Aren’t you cold?” she asked.

You scoffed, “Warmer than I would be out there.”

Truth be told, you were burning from the inside out. A sheen sweat had started to form between your breasts and all of your folds and creases. Gervaise scooted closer and you unthinkingly flinched away, her heat was rolling off of her in waves and the strong scent of her made you lightheaded as tangs of jasmine, rose, and orange blossom overwhelmed your senses.

You moved away as you looked into the room you were being kept in. Women close in age all slept soundly with soft snores, their heated scents interlacing with one another to form a jumbled mess of musk, amber, bergamot, and warm sugar. It was a synchronous heat amongst the presented Omegas in preparations for the village’s annual sacrificial solstice to the White Wolf.

Gervaise nudged your shoulder teasingly, “It won’t be so bad tomorrow, (Y/N),” she tried.

You rolled your eyes, “We’re being sacrificed, Gervaise! How can it not be so bad?”

Her small smile fell as the weighted truth of your words settled on her shoulders, “I’m sorry… I was just trying to make light of it all.”

“I know,” you sighed, “You can’t make light of this, there’s too much darkness.”

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You awoke hours later to the soft murmurs of falling tears as mothers dressed their daughters in traditional white hoods. White, the color of purity, innocence. You scoffed--the virgin’s color. Your own mother came to your bedside, a hood in hand and an expectant look in her eyes. You rubbed your cold feet together and reluctantly dressed.

“It’s not as bad as it seems, my love,” she spoke as she combed your hair.

You looked at the other Omegas in the room, most of whom you’ve grown up with. Idony, Meliora, and Sabine. You teared. You and your siblings used to play with Sabine as children. Idony taught you to weave dolls out of straw and vines. And you and Meliora would harvest wild strawberries together in early summer after long hours at the lake. The thought of never seeing either of them after today was heart-wrenching.

Your mother placed the hood over your head and tucked away stray hairs behind your ears as she took one last, tearful, look at you. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead and took your hands in hers, pressing a small vial against your palms.

“Put this on once you’re away from the others,” she whispered against your hair, “It’ll hide your scent for a short time, then make your way across the stream, you’ll be safe there until the ceremony is over.”

Before you could ask more, the village mayor entered and ordered you and the other Omegas out into the square. The ceremony had officially begun.

Gervaise squeezed your hand as the mayor lit the great Yule log, the candles sculpted as white wolves. You looked around; Idony was pale in the face, Meliora shed silent tears as she held her hands in prayer, and Sabine’s chest rose and fell in shallow, frightened breaths. You held the vial tight in your hand as you stood stoic; though your pounding heart told another story.

The bells of the church began to toll as midnight quickly approached. The first toll the mayor led you all down the candlelit path that led into the mouth of the forest, the second toll you and the other Omegas were left alone as the full moon shone down on you from above, the third toll was followed by an echoed howl and the beats of your feet as you all ran through the thicket.

You ran and ran until it was only you, the full moon, and the trees. You stopped to rest against a frosted tree, your lungs burned with biting ice as you panted; your breaths coming out as vapored clouds that wisped around your head. You quickly took the vial and rubbed the liquid over your scent glands. The synthetic scent of cracked pepper, spiced ginger, decayed pear, and rotting leaves all toiled together to mask your natural, sweet and warm odor. You took a moment to calm your beating heart and collect your thoughts before bolting through the treeline. You needed to find Gervaise before the perfume wore off.

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Bucky watched from the shadows as he tracked a pretty, golden-haired Omega. Her scent wasn’t unpleasant, but it didn’t ignite a fire deep within his groin, either. He followed the floral scent trail of this next best woman as she wandered aimlessly through the dense grove of pine. The woman’s face was rosy and tear-stained as the cold bit her cheeks and nose. It was pathetic, really. How she sniffled and hiccupped as she held herself against the winter winds or when she tripped and slipped over iced snowdrifts. Bucky was about to make his move when a sweet scent, carried on an icy breeze, caught his attention. The blood in his veins burst into flames as a deep desire awoke in him. Primal lust took over as he abandoned his former prey to hunt for the next. He bounded through the woods, ducking under long branches, and leaping across overgrown oak roots. It was the wildness of it that sent Bucky into a feral frenzy, in all of his years protecting this paltry village, he’d never scented anything as sweet and enthralling as this. Spun sugar, vanilla bean, patchouli, and white pumpkin with caramel glaze. His teeth ached as he took in the sweetness of your scent.

When Bucky finally found you, you were breathless and flushed with heat. Your hand on your stomach as a wave of tightness in your belly coiled and coiled. He scented the air, then. Groaning as he caught wind of your musky-sweet tang. The front of his buckskin breeches tightened uncomfortably as his rut took hold of his body. He wanted you, so he’d have you.

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You whimpered as your cramps inflamed your insides. You were on fire, despite the bitter winter cold. You shed your wolf pelt that hung over your shoulders and loosened the front laces of your bodice, as you slumped against the nearest tree and focused on slowing your racing heart. The faster you calmed down, the faster you’d be able to find Gervaise and get across that damned stream to safety.

Just as your heart began to slow, a heady scent brought on iced winds set it back into panicked motion. An amber woody fragrance, with nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood ensnared your forebrain. You were frozen, scared like a hunted doe as you took in the masculine scent that seemed to scream “Alpha”.

Bucky watched as you looked around, trying to pinpoint his hiding spot. His heart skipped a beat in excitement as you took off into the thicket, leaving your pelt behind on the snowy ground. He chased you, then. Too focused on the hunt to worry about cornering you, too focused on you. He’d chase you down until you fainted from exhaustion if he had to.

You were faster than he expected, more agile and hellbent on escaping him than you had appeared to be. He felt an odd sense of pride as he watched you nimbly dodge and duck under and over every branch and uprooted oak that came into your way. But Bucky had the advantage, this was his territory, not yours. He knew his hunting grounds, not you. So when you came to a skidded stop at a broken bridge, he wasn’t the least bit surprised. But what did surprise him was the little snarl that left you before you broke away from him once more.

You ran and ran until your feet were numb with cold and your lungs frosted over with every breath you took. He was close, too close, and you were forced to abandon the plan on crossing the stream to safety. Gods--you didn’t even know where you were anymore. You could be going in circles and you’d be none the wiser, everything looked the same in this untouched part of the wood. You berated yourself for straying from the path, now you were lost, alone, and being hunted. You began to cry as you thought of your fate, you didn’t want to be sacrificed, you just wanted to go home back to your family. Back to your life.

You were ready to give up, your feet were tired, legs weakened, and your chest burned from the cold. You fell to your knees and looked up to the full moon, exhaustion taking over your thoughts. You were desperate and didn’t have the energy to be surprised at yourself when you began to pray to the moon above.

“Gods above… Please, please, let me live and I’ll devote myself to you. My heart, mind, soul, and body, please,” you prayed.

Just as you were about to laugh at yourself for your foolishness, a flickering candlelight in the nearby distance caught your eye. You mindlessly followed the light that pierced through the dense darkness of night, like a moth to a flame. As you got closer, you saw the lantern-light belonged to a small cottage fringed with winterberries and garland. You were uplifted as you believed the gods had answered your prayer. Without a second thought, your feet began to move on their own through the snow as you raced toward the home. You knocked once, then twice, then thrice. When there was no answer, you apologized to whatever being had heard you pray, before turning the brass doorknob and welcoming yourself inside.

The warmth of a crackling fire embraced you posthaste as you closed the door behind you. You made your way to the fireplace, rubbing your hands over the flame as you warmed yourself. The house was eerily silent as you looked around. You saw the carved candles from your village on the mantelpiece, vases of starry blue, pale pink, and white glory of the snow, and bright yellow winter jasmine were placed on the tabletops, and garland with holly flowers was wrapped around the railing of a small staircase that led upstairs. You made your way up the stairs as curiosity led you on. You called out for the owner of the home once again as you reached the top, but to no avail; the house was empty.

You crept along the creaking floorboards into a small room, illuminated by a single lantern with frosted glass windows. You explored the room. There was a bed, with an oak headboard, and thick, grey, and brown wolf and bear pelts. You sat down on the edge of the bed with a soft bounce as you rested your tired feet. Ahead of you was a wooden chest with intricate images of Yule logs, goats, and boars. Something deep within your gut urges you to go to it, to open it, and look upon its secrets; but the feeling made you uneasy, it made you afraid of what you'd find.

But you knew better than to ignore your gut, so you went to it, opened it, and looked upon its secrets. You nearly screamed as you pulled forth white hood, after white hood, after white hood. Your hands shook as you emptied the chest, white hoods covered the ground like the snow outside. There were more hoods than you could count, most of them much older than you. You sobbed as you slammed the chest shut, too focused on the white hoods before you to notice the slithering notes of amber, nutmeg, vanilla, and sandalwood that now threatened to constrict, and swallow you whole.

Your body sensed him before your mind did, your hairs stood on end, and your core tightened with primal, animalistic want. You only recognized his imposing presence after it was too late. Your throat dried as you slowly turned around to face the Alpha from the woods. He stood in the doorway, shirtless and steaming, as his heat fought against the cold of winter. To say he was big, would be an understatement. He was wordless as he strode toward you with an urgency driven by desire. You shuffled away, sobbing as he quickly crawled atop of you, trapping you beneath him. You fought against him, slapping and scratching his chest and face as he buried his face in your neck. Deeply inhaling your sickly sweet scent.

“I wonder if you taste as sweet as you smell, ‘Mega,” he said as he nipped the lobe of your ear.

Your heart dropped as he ripped at your bodice like an animal, tossing the ruined fabric aside as he bared your breasts to the air. The Alpha brushed his lips against your neck, your jaw, and mouth as he tasted you. You had never been kissed before, the feeling of it all was foreign as you felt his tongue explore your mouth. You squirmed as he palmed your breast, his thumb flicking and pinching over your sensitive nipple. Bucky let out a low snarl of disapproval as you tried to wriggle away from him, and when you ignored his warning, he bit down on your nipple. You yelped and beat against his back, clawing and punching as you flailed and thrashed. In your struggle you managed to slip out from underneath his body. Then, it was a desperate fight of him dragging you by your ankles, and you kicking wildly and blindly. With luck you landed a strong kick to his face that bloodied his nose. You ran, then. Practically flying down the flight of stairs as you made a beeline for the front door--to your freedom. You felt the cold snow on your toes as one foot met the icy ground, but the other foot was caught.

You fell on your face as Bucky dragged you back into his house. Blood stained his face and a dangerous fire was reflected in his blue eyes. He took you by your neck and forced you down onto the staircase, entrapping you under his weight. Your legs kicked out as he forced himself between your thighs, he snarled again, keeping a tight grip on the back of your neck. He ripped away the remaining pieces of your clothes, ridding you of the white garments, of your innocence, your purity.

He lifted your hips and placed a strong hand on your back, forcing you into an arch. You yipped as you felt a wet warmth lick up your sex. You tried to curl away, but his grip on you was strong and firm. A heat bloomed within your gut as Bucky dipped his tongue between your wet folds, fucking you with his hot tongue. Your brain hazed over as he stroked and rubbed your sweet spot of concentrated pleasure with his thumb. He was devouring you, and you felt your resolve melt away with every delicious flick and swipe of his tongue. You moaned and allowed yourself to arch into his mouth, desperately seeking more pleasure. You ground your cunt on his face and moaned at the feeling of him tightly gripping your hips as he gave you what you wanted--needed.

You clawed at the stairs beneath you as your voice grew shrill, the coil in your belly was beginning to unravel with every lick. Bucky felt you stiffen as he brought you to the edge of your pleasure, he sank his tongue deep inside you until he finally felt you shudder hard against him. You cried out as you came on his tongue, pure white fire ignited in your veins, consuming your thoughts, and burning away any fight you had left. The aftershocks of your pleasure left you shaking and wanting.

Without warning, Bucky buried his thick length in you with one hard stroke; mercilessly tearing through your untouched barrier. For a moment there was only a burning pain as he forced himself deeper. He pulled out a few inches, and then slammed back into you. Again and again. The Alpha above you howled with pleasure as he rutted into you hard and fast. You looked over your shoulder and moaned as you watched his narrow hips thrust against you. His eyes met yours and he bared his teeth as he indulged in his animalistic pleasure. With your mouth agape you felt another spark of pleasure ignite within you, you cried out for him, then, begging him to stoke the fire that threatened to burn, to consume you.

Your scents bled together, creating the beginning knot of your bond; his sandalwood and vanilla notes, duetting your patchouli and caramel glaze in perfect harmony. You whined as he pulled out of you, leaving you empty and clenching. He flipped you onto your back, spreading your weak legs wide as he entered you once more. He reached places that had you blaspheming as you chanted his title like a prayer.

Alpha, Alpha, Alpha…

He added fuel to your evergrowing fire as he reached down to your bundle of nerves, rubbing firm circles as he fucked into your wet cunt. He kissed you again, your lips following his lead as he claimed your mouth with his tongue. You moaned as you tasted yourself on him. His lips trailed down your jaw, peppering wet kisses down your body until he reached the scent gland on your neck. He scented you, then. A low growl left his chest as the base of his cock swelled, your pussy constricting in turn. Your howling moans clashed in dissonance as he pushed you over the edge into white-hot pleasure. Bucky thrusted into you, harder, faster, as his pleasure grew and grew until it finally exploded. As his warmth flooded you another sensation sent your senses into hyperdrive--his teeth sinking into your neck. Your arms and legs instinctively wrapped around him as he bonded you, marking you as his.

You murmured incoherently as your bodies locked together, you were so full of him that you could focus on nothing, but the feel of him locked inside you. Your head lolled to the side as your exhaustion set in, your bones felt heavy as sleep lulled you. You were vaguely aware of the man atop of you, too drunk on mated pleasure to fully acknowledge how his eyes began to once again devour your body.

He kissed your wound, breathing you in as he did, “What’s your name, Omega?”

“(Y/N),” you rasped.

“Bucky,”

As you sobered, the weight of your situation became clearer. All of those white hoods, all of those Omegas that never returned home… Your breathing picked up as panic sparked like lightning in your veins. You shoved on Bucky’s chest as you started to wiggle out from him, tugging on his knot. He snarled and snapped at you and you flinched as unshed tears glossed your eyes.

“Don’t hurt me, please,” you whimpered, “Please, I–I don’t want to die.”

“I’m not going to kill you, I’m going to keep you,”

Keep you? You trembled, “What about all of the other Omegas? What happened to them?”

He cupped your face and traced the bridge of your nose, then the cupid’s bow of your lips, “Them I killed,” he whispered with a ghost of a smile.

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rek1s-headband · 3 years

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Oh oh! Can we get some hedcanons about cherry adopting a girl who is around miya's age. Like how close would they be and how would others feel about her being his daughter now. Bonus points if uncel Joe and little missy mess with daddy blossom

Xoxo love your work so far, keep it up💙

➯ A/N: This was such an amazing request, I had so much fun writing it! Hope you enjoy :)

Also, i started watching Your Lie in April today, and its AMAZING! So much more than what I was expecting

➯ With a daughter

➯ Characters: Kaoru Sakurayashiki with a young daughter. Reki, Langa and co. are mentioned throughout!

➯ Warnings: none:)

Having a child had never crossed Kaoru’s mind before, but when Joe had teased him about how “you treat Carla better than you would a child!”, the idea kind of stuck with him. And so, he’d spent countless nights awake, wondering to himself if it was something he truly wanted?

He’d pass parks, seeing parents with spewing babies and toddlers throwing tantrums, wondering if he could actually put up with that? But as he passed the shops, he came across a mother and her daughter, who looked around 12. He watched them pass, a grin on the child’s face as she looked into her shopping bag, examining her haul for that day. And so it was settled

He wanted a baby girl he could spoil absolutely rotten

And the search for a child carried on, and this time instead of baby shops and websites, he was browsing the shelves of Claires and other tween clothing stores. It had only occurred to him over a bottle of wine with Joe, as they were discussing if Kaoru was truly ready for something like this. Instead of a crying baby or a messy toddler, he could simply adopt someone a bit older!

It made sense too. For a single parent, an older child seemed much more doable. Of course, he wouldn’t be alone. Joe was always telling him how he’d help out, yknow, if he actually went through with the damn thing.

Not to mention, the older you get, the more difficult it is to get adopted. Babies and young children will get adopted left right and centre, whereas the child he will take home will have been there for a while. Finally, they will have a place to call a home

He spent months trying to get the approval for adoption, and one fateful day he finally got the letter that yes he could go ahead and take one home. He was ecstatic, spending the next few days finding out the location of every orphanage around his area of Japan. He messaged every single one, asking when their next visiting day was

And so it was set: Kaoru would not rest until he had found his perfect little girl

He went through orphanage after orphanage, searching for someone he could call his own. However, none of the children were lighting that paternal flame inside him. It wasn’t their fault of course, they just didn’t click with him, staring at him any time he tried to talk to them. Visit after visit, he’d go to Joe’s, ready to tell him about his recent fail.

It wasn’t until Joe came up to him with a phone number, asking if he’d been to this particular orphanage yet. Apparently they had a few children aged 12 and up, and were available for visit that Saturday. And so there he was, packing a bag and getting ready to travel to the house. This time felt different, somehow. He could feel his palms sweat, as if he could sense he would take one of them home

When he finally made it to the house, he was a nervous wreck. The lady of the house let him in with a smile, telling him the children were in the backyard playing while she bounced a baby on her hip. Cherry winced as the baby gurgled at him, glad he opted for an older child

She led him outside, gesturing at the children who were sprinting around in the vast field, hiding behind trees and bushes. It was clear they were playing a game of hide and seek. He smiled as he scanned over them, but it quickly disappeared when he noticed one little girl sitting on the step, head in her lap while her shoulders gently shook with tears

He walked over to her, bending down with a soft smile. He didn’t know where this sudden calmness came from, but that was his last priority right now. A little gash sat on the girls knee, caked with blood as it trickled down her shin. He frowned, pulling out a tissue to gently wipe it. She jumped, wincing with shock from the fresh wave of pain, and surprise. Kaoru gently wiped at her knee once more before looking up at her to attempt a conversation

“Hello, is your knee alright?” She shook her head frantically, wiping a tear away from her face. A small breathy laugh escaped him as he watched the child stand, gesturing to her leg

“Nope, not at all. I think its broken, if you ask me. All cause of that stupid thing!” She threw her arm out, gesturing to a pink board Kaoru hadn’t noticed before. A skateboard.

That’s when Kaoru realised it: I want this one

Suddenly he felt a new sense of importance, like he had to make a good impression. He walked over to the board, tutting as he looked down at it. “This is what hurt you?” He looked at it with disdain as the little girl nodded her head violently. Kaoru could see how she hurt herself, the thing was massive, especially for someone her age. It looked around the size of a board he would use.

Grinning, he picked up the board. “Well, want to see something cool?” She watched in wonder as kaoru stood on it, pushing off and turning quickly, popping an ollie over a stray toy. The little girl jumped, throwing her arms up as she cheered Kaoru on. He finished with a flourish, coming back to stand beside her. “What did you think?” She was speechless, simply moving her hands, saying scattered “wows” and making various sound effects. Kaoru smiled, certain that he could teach her more.

When he realized visiting time was coming to a close, he proposed the idea to the girl, who’s name he had come to know was Lily: he’d come back next week, and he’d bring his board. He even promised to find her a smaller boar perfect for her to learn on, saying he knew a friend who could make her one. From there he would teach her the basics of skateboarding, even a couple of tricks once she got that down. She was delighted, bouncing up and down and declaring she couldn’t wait, all the energy of someone much younger than her. Kaoru found he couldn’t stop smiling himself either

He made his way back through the house, Lily skipping alongside him. He explained the plan to the Lady, that he would come back next week for another visit. Just as he was about to leave, he turned to the lady to request one final thing from her

“Make sure no one snatches her up from me while I’m gone, yeah?”

Needless to say a bottle of wine was opened at Joe’s that night in celebration of Lily, the potential daughter

And so the weeks turned into months, and Kaoru returned each week with his board and some sweets for her and the other children, teaching her everything she needed to know about skateboarding. After a month or so she could confidently ollie without bailing, and next time he visited she displayed it with delight, watching Kaoru’s face light up with pride.

She had taken a real liking to Kaoru, according to the Lady. She refused to pay any other visitors any notice, declaring they “simply weren’t Kaoru.” This is what finally made him realise that maybe it was time to ask if she’d like to live with him from now on, where she could practice with him every day.

When he asked her, Kaoru could’ve sworn he actually saw stars in her eyes. She simply lit up, throwing herself at Kaoru, tears streaming down her face as she shouted yes, of course she would. she wasn’t the only one crying, Kaoru could barely see from the tears in his own eyes, the lady dabbing at hers with a tissue

Once the paperwork was complete and Lily was his, he felt a weight had been taken off his shoulders. He had packed her a new change of clothes the day he went to collect her, bringing Joe along with him for emotional support. Lily came flying at him the second he got out of his car, wrinkling her nose at Joe

“You never told me you had a boyfriend, Kaoru” she stuck her tongue out at him from over his shoulder while they both tried to convince her that no, they weren’t a couple, before she ran upstairs to get changed. Joe turned to Kaoru, an almost offended look on his face

“Why were you so adamant that we weren’t together??” “I dont need her worrying she’s going home to a Gorrila” “HEY”

Once they all got home, they threw a little party at Joe’s who had closed a little early specially for it. Kaoru didn’t let her out of his sight, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable with all the new people. Of course, it was only Joe, Shadow, Reki, Langa and Miya, all of whom she would meet eventually, but he still worried in case she got overwhelmed.

She made quick friends with Reki, who was ecstatic from the moment he realised she could skate. The two bonded over it, talking about tricks they’d learned, Reki shouting over at Kaoru because why hadn’t he taught him anything??

Miya was a bit standoffish at first, but when she saw the switch in his hand, the two were instantly bonding over who had better villagers in Animal Crossing, and who had passed more levels in Mario with three stars

As the months went on, Lily really settled into her new life in Okinawa, starting at school in Miyas class. The two were joined at the hip, Miya often coming home to Kaoru’s so they could practice together, or simply study and watch some movies. Reki constantly teased the shit out of the two, talking about how he heard “wedding bells”. This comment earned him a swift whack into the skull from Kaoru, warning him not to tease his little girl

Soon enough Kaoru was making her own skateboard with built-in Carla, who helped her skating improve insanely. As Kaoru said, she was definitely a chip off the old block. Langa and Reki would take her to the skate park with them, helping her land new tricks and would take videos of her to send to Kaoru

Shadow was like a chill uncle to her, bringing her flowers for her room and taking her out to get some clothes and ice cream. Joe was like an uncle too, but a much more untrustworthy one. Would he take her to the park, or would he take her to parts of downtown she definitely shouldn’t have been? Who knows, certainly not Kaoru...

Poor Kaoru can never get a minutes peace. Every second of the day she’s plotting something, waiting for him to let his guard down so she can pounce, scaring the shit out of him. When the others are around its 10x worse, all of them ganging up on him to pull pranks

As well as skateboarding, Kaoru tried to teach her how to do calligraphy. She ended up being awful, blotting the ink and smearing it with her hand. But hey, it was a fun art project that made it onto the fridge

At S, she was watched like a hawk. When Kaoru was competing,the others would be like her bodyguard, making sure no one got within 5 feet of her. She’d watch her dad with wonder, the look of awe never leaving her face since the first day she saw him skate. She can’t wait for the day she can compete, maybe even beating her own dad

The first time Lily called Kaoru “dad” was when he won a race, showing off some amazing skills and winning the insanely close match by a hair. He picked up his board, looking around for Lily. He saw her in the crowd, throwing her arms up and cheering “THATS MY DAD!! LOOK, RIGHT THERE, THATS MY DAD!” When she spotted him, a large grin spread across her face. “Nice job out there dad! You did amazing!! D’you think I can do that one day?”

Everyone was staring at her, she hadn’t even realised she had said anything out of the ordinary. Soon enough Kaoru was lunging at her, picking her up in a hug so she didn’t see the tears quickly forming on his face. With a smile he pulled away, his voice dripping with pride

“Of course you could. You’re my daughter, aren’t you?”

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nctsworld · 3 years

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✩‌ johnny ‌x‌ ‌reader‌ ‌|‌ record store owner!johnny | fluff | smut | 4k‌ ‌

SUMMARY‌ ‌⇾‌ buying from the local records shop leads you to eventually bed the hot owner on the night of your first date. WARNINGS‌ ‌⇾‌ ‌smut (in the second half), oral s*x (f and m receiving), f*ngering, johnny has a big d*ck and f*cks you hard???, office s*x in the epilogue (kind of) RATING‌ ‌⇾‌ explicit TAGLIST ⇾‌ @infnteen @sehunniepot (thought you might be interested in this nikki 👀)

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Opening the store’s door, the ringing of the bell above you signals your entrance.

You moved into the neighbourhood recently and since someone gifted you a record player for your last birthday, you thought it’d be a quaint idea to drop by the local records shop that you always pass by on your way home.

Rows and rows of vinyl records, organized both alphabetically and by genre, welcome you with open arms, along with a faint musty smell, likely due to the faded, vintage records hanging between the posters on the cream walls.

The outside of the store is misleading to its size; there’s enough space here for at least thirty people easily. However, besides you, it looks like there’s only one other customer in the shop.

Although your surroundings captivate your senses, the striking blond man bent over the rock section in the middle of the shop is the true cynosure of your eyes.

His long fingers flutter seamlessly over the records, seeming to be on a dedicated search to find one in particular. He towers high over the low stacks and oozes coolness with a thumb stuffed in his front pocket and donning a stylish green beanie atop his medium cut locks.

Not to mention that his jeans tug perfectly over the curvature of his prominent ass, but you merely steal a glance or two at his backside as you stroll towards the pop section.

Okay, maybe three glances.

With your back facing the man, several minutes pass as you rummage through the sea of mainstream music, ranging from recent to old, but all the while pleasing to your tastes.

“See anything you like?”

Your eyes meet the figure standing nearby with a hand on the edge of one of the stack dividers. His smooth voice matches his strong aura and his gorgeous face, which you’re now blessed to be viewing up-close.

Your gaze pursues downward, soaking up his sturdy frame hidden behind his flattering clothes. Darting your eyes up his lengthy body back to his face, you lick your lips and swallow, in hopes to dampen the sudden dryness in your throat, and naturally raise the corners of your mouth.

“Yeah—” You, you think in the back of your head and execute a nod, “—there are a few things.”

He smiles endearingly towards the floor before glancing back up to you. You wonder if he can read your thoughts, or maybe it’s simply written all over your face.

Releasing his grip, he says, “Take all the time you need. If you need any assistance, let me know."

Your eyebrows perk up in realization. “Do you work here?”

“Yeah.” Bobbing his head, he runs a hand over his beanie. “I’m the owner of the store.”

“Oh, wow,” you exclaim, jaw hanging slightly. “You’re so young, I wouldn’t think someone in their 20s would have their own store, especially one like this."

A frown falls over his face, and in that moment, you knew you fucked up any chance you had with him.

“Yeah, 26 to be exact,” he shrugs, tight-lipped, prior to the folding of his arms. His eyes become slits of bitterness. “Thanks for the ageism."

Immediately shaking your head at the misunderstanding, you stammer, “I didn't mean it like that—"

The owner’s expression melts in an instant and a warmness emanates from him once more. The knot in your chest loosens at the sight and relief waves over.

“I'm just playing with you, don’t worry."

He opens his mouth, about to continue, but his attention is interrupted by the ringing at the door, and you turn to see another customer over your shoulder. The attractive individual begins to stroll over, but still faces your direction, beaming.

“Well, if you decide to get anything, you know where to find me, and I'll ring it up for you."

With puffed cheeks, you nod and watch him greet the incoming patron. Trying to leave the embarrassment behind you, you shift toward the records again and browse for a little longer.

Finally deciding on a few choices, you walk toward the front register and peer over at the beanied blond. In the classical section, he’s listening intently to the bumbling customer. Not wanting to disturb them, you lay the vinyls on the counter and thankfully find a pen and a stack of sticky notes upon it.

After sticking the following note on the top vinyl cover, you head out of the store:

“Put these on hold for me? I'll be back for them. Thanks! -Miss Ageist”

“Well, if it isn’t Miss Judgmental."

A couple of days later, you drop by the store again and find the spirited owner at the front counter. Today, he’s channeling his inner grunge style, adorning a half-up, half-down ponytail and a loose white t-shirt over a tight, long black sleeve shirt. Is it possible for him to look even cuter than he did last time?

“Sorry again for that,” you scrunch your nose at the memory. He grabs your records from beneath the counter and rings them through. “You just look so young to own a store.”

The blond airily laughs, “I'm gonna take that as a compliment."

He spots you twisting your mouth to one side and nodding shyly. “It is."

As you pay for the items, he gestures to your vinyls on the counter. “Good choices, by the way.”

“Are there bad ones?” From the pay pad, you glance up at him and he’s feigning a hurt look.

“Oh, most definitely.”

You banter with a tilt of your head, “Isn't music subjective though?”

“Not to me. I am the king of music taste."

Both parties exchange laughter while you wait for the transaction to process. Once it finishes, he rips the receipt and places it into the bag with the records.

“I mean, I do own a records store, so I think I should know."

Flashing you his pearly whites, he hands the filled bag over to you.

“Here you go, Miss Judgy Pants.”

“Actually, you can call me—” You properly introduce yourself.

He leans back a little, straightening himself and tucking his thumbs into his pockets.

“I'm John, but you can call me Johnny."

With a glimmer in your eye, you question, “Is Johnny exclusive to me, or does everyone else also call you Johnny?”

His eyebrows raise, impressed by your straightforwardness. “I only let the pretty girls call me Johnny, if that’s what you’re asking.”

The wink he gives is short-lived, but it’s enough to cause heat to blossom over your cheeks. You brush some hair behind your ear.

“So, Johnny,” you enunciate, indulging in his name. “When does the store close?”

You lift up your bag and cheekily add, “Gotta know when to break in to steal more vinyls."

Johnny chuckles, and your heart bursts knowing you’re the reason behind it. Looking aside, his hand rubs the counter casually and you can’t help but stare at his large palm dominating the surface, along with his elongated fingers. Eyes blinking rapidly, you attempt to break the fantasy assembling in your brain—his hands are the guest stars alongside (and within) your body in the leading role.

“I can close whenever I want to, but thanks for the heads up; I'll make sure to keep you away from the store,” he jokes.

Catching your gaze, one of the sides of his mouth lifts. “Why do you ask?”

Shrugging nonchalantly as you play with the handles of your dangling plastic bag, you reply, “Just wanted to know when the cute worker got off so I can potentially go on a date with him.”

You scan around as if someone else is there in the empty store besides the two of you and point your thumb to one side, whispering teasingly, “Not you, but the other guy.”

His tongue grazes against his bottom teeth, nodding understandingly with a deeper smirk. “The store closes at nine usually, but I can make an exception for him to get off earlier."

Satisfied with Johnny’s answer, you bounce your head and make your way backwards toward the door.

“Sounds good, I'll be here at eight for him tomorrow night. Maybe I'll see you around then, too.”

Granting him a wink of your own, you turn on your heels and leave. Intrigued, Johnny watches you disappear down the street through the store window.

At 7:58 the next evening, you show up to the store.

A customer is at the front counter finishing a purchase. As they pay for the products, the worker takes notice of you, smiling in recognition. You return the same, beaming back at him, and casually stride over to a random section to wait until they’re done. They make some small talk, so you delve in the opportunity to admire Johnny’s outfit for tonight—a tight black t-shirt that showcases his blatant pecs and a loose red plaid shirt overtop of it.

When the customer exits, you make your way over to him as he puts on a light jacket. You lean your elbows onto the counter.

“Surprised to see you here.”

“Likewise," he jests back, snaking out of the counter to be in front of you. You glance at him, consuming the tall drink of water.

Nodding to the door, you ask, “Ready to blow this popsicle stand?”

Johnny hums affirmatively and you follow behind him outside as he flips the open sign and locks up the store.

“So, where we heading off to?”

Informing him of what you had in mind, the two of you decide to take his car to the downtown pier. Once there, both of you grab take-out and eat together at a bench table under the clear sky and dazzling stars. Conversation comes easy, making the night fly by fast.

While talking with him, since his hair flows freely today, he sometimes shyly brushes some of it behind his ear. Although you’re listening intently, you also ponder how it’d be if you ran your fingers through his soft, silky locks.

Dinner eases into dessert, with the two of you having ice cream side by side on the pier railing, looking out towards the twinkling water. By the time you’re halfway finished with your cone, you hint at not wanting to end the night just yet. Agreeing with your sentiments, Johnny makes the suggestion of going back to the store.

After finishing the ice cream, you head together back to his car. The back of your hand brushes up against his. Taking a chance, you curl the tips of your fingers around his, half-holding his hand.

Pressing up against his arm, you whisper, “Thought you said you gotta keep me away from the store."

He peers down at the partial hand holding and the grin he gives you reaches his eyes. He gives your hand a small squeeze, ensuring the burgeoning attraction is mutual.

He whispers in reply, “At least this way I can keep an eye on you."

At the shop, Johnny locks the door from inside, in case of any wandering bodies, and blasts some upbeat, electronic music onto the store speakers. Intercepting your hand, he guides you to the back corner of the store and starts to dance with you.

At first, your bodies are separate vessels, grooving to the beat of the music, but as the songs play on, you gradually gravitate towards each other. Soon enough, one hand settles comfortably upon your waist, the other on your hip, while yours are hooked around the nape of his neck. Before you know it, you merge together as one with parted lips, finally satisfying the tension in the air and within your bodies.

The kissing is intense, electrically charged and sending currents to the tips of your fingers. Although you’re barely acquainted, you two kiss like you’ve been deprived of each other your whole life—every kiss and every touch quenching your thirst for one another.

Wanting to change it up, you step over to an empty counter and hop onto it. Johnny steps in the space between your legs and his lips meet yours again. You cup his face, clutching onto his strong features, and occasionally run a hand through his hair to caress his head.

You answer inwardly to your previous thoughts, confirming the silky texture of his hair, and your touch relishes in his golden locks.

Suddenly, his mouth channels hunger onto your neck and the electric currents divert directly to your rising arousal. At the sensation, you rashly grind your hips into Johnny’s body, and he groans heavily in the crook of your neck.

He mumbles into your skin, “Do you wanna take this further? My place is nearby."

Sighing further into his embrace, you half-jokingly reply, “You know, I was really looking forward to getting fucked in a records store."

He easily breathes, “We can do that next time, I promise."

You snicker. “Aren’t you a little presumptuous?”

Tugging his shirt by the neckline, you force him to leave your neck and to greet your mouth instead. Pressing the top of your forehead against his, you match his gaze.

“And what if I don't like you after tonight?”

Something in you already knows that won’t be true, but you mischievously ask regardless.

The simper Johnny flickers is enough to send another wave of bolts downward to your core.

He peels his head away to bring it beside your ear. His thumb on your thigh may be gently rubbing you, but his following assurance is hoarse, absolutely drenched in pure lust.

“Oh, you're definitely going to like me after all the things I do to you tonight."

You barely have an opportunity to scan around his bachelor pad because his lips capture yours upon arrival. In his entryway, Johnny entangles with you, pushing you up against the wall. Impatiently, he drags you to his bedroom for the long-awaited spectacle of the night.

After hurrying to turn on his bedside lamp, Johnny presses his weight against yours on his bed, embracing the full body contact. His lips continue to attack the terrain of your skin as he denudes you. You hum softly as he pursues south to your aching desire. Hoisting your backside and with his assistance, you’re finally completely bare.

Sitting up at the edge of the bed, Johnny pulls his top layers off, revealing a sculpted physique, the kind that artists muse and obsess over. You knew he was fit from how his clothes constantly hugged his body, but this was just insane.

“Holy fuck,” you murmur, staring blankly.

Chuckling, he does the same bashful gesture from dinner—tucking some of his hair behind his ear. The gentleness is a contrast that nicely compliments his Adonis qualities. His soft side is flipped onto its backside in a second as he begins to creep his way over between your legs, his eyes darkening.

Upon resting on his chest, you didn’t notice it before, but there’s a hair tie on his wrist, which he uses to effortlessly make himself a quick ponytail.

With anticipation, you sigh into the kisses he leaves on your inner thigh, making his way toward your pulsing sex. When his tongue issues the first swipe, you inhale sharply with fluttering eyes. Johnny isn’t in a rush, taking his sweet time to lazily lap up your slick and learning what incites you.

Once he has a better understanding of your desire, he dives in and devours you whole.

Realization sweeps over as to why he has to put his hair up.

In accompaniment to the painting of your folds, Johnny spreads them gently and ensures he dunks his tongue in your wetness. One of your hands drift away from the bed sheets to one of his snaked around your upper thigh, clutching onto his fingertips in reaction to the swift rotational swirls on your raw flesh.

He draws back, lips lustrous from your nectar, and hastily replaces his mouth with two fingers.

Your half-lidded eyes shoot wide open. His long, thick fingers fill you greatly, scissor you so far in your sex, so much that you fear what his cock is like if this is how his digits feel.

You’re overcome with bursts of pleasure. Further bursts ensue as Johnny tongues your clit alongside the fingering. Your throaty cries and the squelches of your pussy is melodious to his ears, better than playing his favourite vinyls on the best record player he owns. The lewdness of it all overwhelms his jean-bound arousal, so Johnny retaliates by grinding against the bed.

After Johnny retreats, he stands by the foot of the bed and starts unbuckling his belt and pants. You crawl your way over, still panting and reeling from the rush of your high. As you reach him, he drags his pants and boxer-briefs towards the floor in one-go, freeing his unsurprising lengthy girth.

On your knees, hunched over his cock, you chuckle in disbelief. “Now that’s unfair.”

He watches in amusement as you examine his desire with delight, before taking it into your hand, pumping it languidly. “What is?”

You peer up, cocking an eyebrow. “Seriously? You’re hot, own a record store, really funny, and you’re packing. God really has his favourites.”

Johnny’s about to respond, but his brain short-circuits momentarily at the pad of your thumb rubbing his precome over the tip of his blunt head. He cranes his neck back, exhaling a groan.

“Well, what can I say? Guess I’m just-fuck—”

You suck the words out of him. Literally.

Your warm embrace encompasses his entirety, possessing a strong hold over him. Since you can’t possibly take him fully into your mouth, your fist solves your problem by stroking him by the base. Aiming to please, especially after his oral act from earlier, you slurp and bob your head mercilessly, disregarding the saliva leaking down the sides of your mouth.

One of Johnny’s hands arranges your hair in a make-shift ponytail to get a clearer view of the obscene display. His hazy eyes skim over the gorgeous curves of your bent back and ass jutting high up in the air. His breathing turns heavier and he’s about to tug on your hair, motioning for you to slow down, but you thankfully come up for air just in time.

The stately figure attacks your lips with urgency. The kiss is wet and messy from going down on one another, but it merely adds to the intensity. While lip-locked, he lowers you into his pillow once more, then stretches an arm out to his bedside stand to fish out a condom.

He nimbly rolls on the cover, but is confused to find you back on your knees instead of laying on the bed. You grasp him by the wrist and press your fingers against his firm pecs, indicating to him to recline backward. In awe, he obediently obliges.

Hovering over him, you suck in a breath as you line your sex up with his, cognizant that you need to acclimatize to his size. You steadily sit onto his length and when it finally reaches the end, you release a piercing groan at the deep sensation.

For a bit, you don’t move too much to get used to his great desire. In the meantime, your fingers wander over the chiseled flesh in front of you—his defined, veiny arms; his solid chest; and the valleys of his abs.

Once you think it’s been enough, you transfer more weight onto your knees and slide on his cock with more vigor. You throw your head back in pleasure.

On the other end, Johnny’s gaze wavers between the main action, your bouncing breasts, and your supple neck. He can’t see your face clearly, but he knows you must be enjoying this as much as him by the breathy moans that follow each thrust.

When your legs start to tire, Johnny tries to hold you close and roll you over onto your backside. You both giggle at the unsuccessful attempt to keep himself still inside of you, but that’s an easy fix. Despite just having him within you, you gasp again at the penetration. Him being on top hits you at a different angle and you truly feel the length of his inches.

Johnny reaches down to meet your lips. You brush your fingers over his pulled back hair as he consumes your existence. In addition to each passing drive of his body into yours, you also grip harder onto his hair in ecstasy, which leads to the unraveling of his long locks upon your face. The gold ocean of silkiness drowns your senses, the strands stroking your skin like extra caresses.

Retreating back onto his knees and raking a hand through his tousled mane, his hands then attach to the flanks of your body and he pounds you breathless, leaving you heaving for air.

In your dazed state, you desperately grab on to whatever you can—the sheets, his upper frame, his ass, anything. Throughout it all, your core contracts even tighter over the way his clavicle, tendons, and muscles protrude and flex like they’re about to break through his skin.

At this point, you’re beyond delirious and definitely beyond gratified. You assume he’s about to finish when he decreases his pace and bends closer to you, but instead, he continues to still move inside of you.

“Jesus. Fucking. Christ,” you gasp and grunt between his rough, buried thrusts. “How are you not close?”

“I’m not ready to be done with you yet, beautiful,” Johnny rasps into your ear. You catch a glimpse of his cocked eyebrow and smirk. “Unless you can’t handle me?”

Denying his accusation, you haul his cheeks to yours and kiss him fiercely.

And with that, Johnny’s weight is on his knees again and he fucks you like there’s no tomorrow.

However, Johnny might’ve been right because it doesn’t take long for you to beg repeatedly for him to come.

“So, what’s the verdict? Still like me after that?”

Both individuals are still nude on the bed, but now covered by a blanket. Resting on his chest, you drum your fingers over his skin in thought (as if you need to even think about an answer besides the obvious).

Pouting up at Johnny, you say, “I’ll only like you if you keep your promise on fucking me in the store next time.”

“Of course.” He palms your cheek and inches forward, preparing to kiss you tenderly.

“A gentleman never breaks his promise.”

EPILOGUE

One month later, the record store’s business has been growing, so Johnny decides to hire one of his friends, Mark, to be a part-time worker.

Which means that Johnny has more spare time to do other things... like taking you from behind in the back office over his desk.

“Shit, fuck,” you grip harshly onto the edges of the worn-out wooden desk as he thrusts endlessly. Even after a month of dating, your pussy still isn’t fully accustomed to the size of his girth. You’re unsure if it ever will be.

No matter, it always feels amazing.

“Johnny, Johnny—”

“Johnny!” Mark’s voice suddenly cuts in and calls from outside of the office door. You immediately bite down on your lower lip to shut yourself up. “Someone’s asking me about a limited edition vinyl and I don’t know how to answer.”

“Uhhh,” Johnny drones absentmindedly, yet jabs into you with more rigor. You bite down harder, but you can’t control the rising volume of your stifled moans. “Give me five minutes.”

A silent beat passes.

“Dude, are you fucking in the office again?!” the part-timer exclaims. You can practically see him shaking his head in disgust. “Ugh, I’ll give them the store’s card. Hurry up, though.”

As he walks away, you hear him faintly say, “Sometimes I think this is why you hired me...”

Simultaneously, you both giggle heartily. Your lover pecks you lovingly on your shoulder prior to diving again into the wanton moment.

In the end, Johnny actually spends ten more minutes with you. But he can afford the extra minutes—he is the owner of the shop, after all.

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