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ghostofhyuck · 2 months

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Taguan ng Anak series 3

Ex-lovers! Jeno and reader

Summary: On the first sunrise of the year, you met again the person who you loved the most that he completely destroyed you.

Oh right, and he’s the father of the unknowingly twins that he befriended.

cw: mentions of pregnancy.

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No one appreciates winter at the beach as much as Jeno.

His camera sat idly on his hand, waiting for the sun to rise. It was the first sunrise of the year, and Jeno made sure that he’ll watch it somewhere unique. Jeno searched on Naver just to look for a hidden beach that’s not crowded with people during the winter season.

The place was beautiful. The resthouse that he booked was clean and suits his taste. There were only a few people around the area but he heard that the room next to his was rented too, he guessed that he’s not the only one who went to watch the sunrise there.

It was ten minutes till sunrise, Jeno patiently sat on the sand, looking at the old photos on his camera. He couldn’t help but smile as he saw photos of his family, his cats, and even his friends. Jeno enjoys taking pictures in his spare time, a small hobby that he grew to love outside his busy job as a nurse.

“Hey! I told you not to throw sand on me!”

“You did it first!”

“I didn’t! And addressed me as your ‘noona!’ I’m much older!”

“No! We’re only five minutes apart!”

Jeno couldn’t help but glance at the noise that sort of destroyed his peace. He saw two kids nearby, fighting. Jeno crunches his forehead, who the hell leaves their kids unsupervised? He looks around and sees that it’s just him and the two kids, as much as he wants to mind his own business, Jeno couldn’t help but overhear their conversation.

“Yah! The sun is near! Where’s our phone?”

“I told you to get mama’s phone!”

“Her phone’s still charging,”

“You drained its battery playing games again! How can we take photos of the sunrise now!?”

“Hey you two!” Jeno shouted, standing up from his place. He quietly patted the sand from his pants and approached the two kids.

“We’re sorry for being noisy,” the girl immediately said, bowing her head. Her younger brother immediately followed. Jeno stops, surprised to see how the kids’ attitudes changed immediately.

Jeno chuckles, “hey, you guys did disturb me, but it’s fine. I heard you two wanted pictures of the sunrise, I’ll give you some.”

“Really!? Thank you uncle!” the girl exclaims, bowing once again which her younger brother imitated.

“No worries kids, come on, let's watch the sunrise together,” Jeno smiles.

“Thank you uncle!” they both said once again.

Somehow, Jeno feels lighthearted around them. He couldn’t help but feel like there’s something that connects him to the two of them. Jeno couldn’t point it out and tries to ignore the fact that the boy looks like a splitting image of him.

“There’s no way,” he couldn’t help but laugh. Trying to erase his imaginative mind and instead, focused on the golden sky in front of them. The kids were behaving well beside him, Jeno could only hear small gasps as the sun rose slowly. He took pictures of the scenery and the kids too. Jeno wanted to make sure that the kids can bring home some good memories.

“Thank you uncle for taking pictures of the sunset!” the younger girl said. “Mama would like this!”

“Oh really? Where’s your mom?” Jeno asked. Looking around and still seeing that it’s just the three of them around the area.

“She’s in the resthouse sleeping! She said that she’ll watch the sunrise with us but she overslept!” the younger boy explains with a pout.

“But, but! That’s because she spent the night finishing her draft, you know that Hiro!” the girl explains.

“Yeah, but this is our vacation! Why is she working anyway,” the boy scratches his head.

Jeno couldn’t help but laugh, “by the way, I don’t know your names yet, can you tell me?”

“Oh! We’re —”

“Yoomi! Hiro! Where are you two!?”

“Mama!” Jeno stopped his tracks when the kids passed by him and went to the voice that called them.

“Oh dear, I was worried!? What if a bad guy stole you two from me!?” Jeno turns around and becomes dazed to see you with the kids hugging your legs. You were so worried that you didn’t even notice Jeno. you were trying to check the twins if there was anything that happened to them.

“It’s okay mama! There’s this good-looking uncle who took photos for us!” Yoomi excitedly said.

“She’s right mama! There’s uncle!” Hiro shouted, pointing at Jeno.

And in a second, your world stopped. He approaches you casually so that you didn’t realise that you were frozen from where you are standing.

“Jeno…” you mumbled.

“It’s been a long time huh?” He greets you with a bitter tone.

“Yeah, it’s been a long time since…” you don’t want to finish your sentence, knowing how fresh it was still to you when was the last time you saw Jeno.

You met Jeno right after graduation. Right when you’re just trying to be stable in your life. To make it short, he was the best and the worst thing that ever happened to your life.

It’s not like he’s a bad guy but the timing was wrong. You two never passed the honeymoon phase so things went rough with you being a starving artist while Jeno struggled to survive med school, complications arose from the shared apartment. Small misunderstanding and fights did occur, no one wants to lower their pride.

At the same time, both of you crave for each other, for each other’s touch and kisses. Most of your arguments will end up in bed. The two of you think that most of your fights were resolved after sharing intimacy, and the day will go back to normal as if both of you weren’t mad at each other.

But then came the huge fight between you two, you barely recall what was the starting point of the fight but all you know is that both of you were tired. So the two of you called it quits. The next day, you moved out of the apartment, leaving Jeno alone.

You know that relationships fail and you just have to pick yourself again to start over again. Well that didn’t happen to you after you broke up with Jeno. Especially when he left you not only with one, but two kids to carry. And with a little pride left to you, you returned to your hometown and raised the kids on your own until you were ready to settle and create your own career once again.

You didn’t hold any resentment against your children, but of course, there’s a part of you who wished that you had kids when you’re ready. You had choices too, but a part of you held onto that thought that the twins remind you so much about the person whom you loved so much that it completely destroyed you.

But it was all in the past now. You’re a rising writer and at the same time an editor at a well-known publishing company. Your schedule’s a bit hectic but you were able to raise the twins with love and care.

“You didn’t tell me,” Jeno said with a serious tone.

After that awkward greeting, the kids begged you to have Jeno come over to your place so that he can give them the pictures. Turns out it was you who rented the room next to his.

“How did you know?”

Jeno raised an eyebrow, “come on now, Hiro looks like me when I was young.”

You stayed quiet and could only look at the half glass of cold water in front of you, “If I told you, would things be different?”

“What do you mean?”

“Jeno I’m scared, you know how toxic we were back then, if I had returned to you and told you that I was pregnant, would it change a thing?”

Jeno became quiet, not knowing what to say. You were right, would things change if you went back to him? It never crossed his mind about having a family and kids; both of you are not ready during that time.

But it crossed his mind the thought of you raising two babies alone. You explained to him that you asked help with your parents and siblings but still, Jeno couldn’t help but feel guilty at what you’ve been through.

You two fought a lot and Jeno knows how toxic you two back then, but a part of him wished that he hadn’t engaged with those petty fights, he wished that he could’ve been more mature and see that relationships will always not be rainbows and sunshines.

He wishes that he could’ve been more understanding, and that he should’ve made your relationship with him work rather than making it worse.

“You’re right, things might’ve been worse too,” Jeno could only mutter. “I’m just — we were immature and I had some faults too, I’m sorry for everything.”

“I’m sorry too, maybe the timing wasn’t right,”

“Do you think that the timing’s right now?”

You became quiet. You saw how Jeno looks at you with sincerity.

“You’re being straightforward,” you comment.

“I know and it’s all of the sudden,” he lets out a sigh. “But I am still the twin’s father, I want to help you on raising them. Listen, it doesn’t need for us to be together again, I just want to be a father to my kids.”

His kids. It’s so fitting to him. Something inside of you jumped when he told you those words. But you couldn’t help but fear that things might not work again. You’re afraid that you’ll let him enter your life again — only for you to be disappointed that the two of you are just never meant to be.

“I…Jeno, I —”

“I know, I’ll give you time to think,” Jeno quietly says. He then taps something on his phone, making your phone’s ringtone to chime.

“Seems like your phone number hasn’t changed,” he then stands up. “I’ll be going now, if the twins want to see me, they can just knock next door.”

As you hear the door closed, you couldn’t help but exhale loudly. It felt like a thick thorn had been removed from your heart after that conversation with Jeno. You have a lot of things to consider but for now, you could only look at the message Jeno has sent you.

No, it was a picture. It was Yoomi and Hiro together. Both of them are smiling widely and behind them was the first sunrise of the year. You couldn’t help but shed a tear, imagining what their reactions would be if you told them that it was their father who took photos of them.

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thornsnvultures · 11 months

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eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader, 18+

a little drabble loosely based on this text post cause I was having a feeling-bad-about-my-body day and I know eddie would be having absolutely none of that ♡

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Thick, ringed fingers holding you, pressing into where your tummy dips and fold and rolls. Your legs are spread wide, Eddie's thighs holding yours open, leaving you exposed, bared completely to the mirror in front of you. It's hard to look at first, your head turning into the soft curls at his neck, hiding from your reflection.

"Uh-uh. Look, baby. Look'it how she opens up for me."

It took a long time, learning how not to hate yourself. Learning that everything you hated about you was the opinion of someone who didn't love you, didn't care. It took a long time to look in the mirror and be okay, to accept. Not always celebrating, or loving, but sometimes admiring, appreciating. Understanding that your body didn't hold the entirety of your worth.

And Eddie did enough loving for the both of you anyway.

For a while you stayed away from skinny boys like him, afraid they'd do more damage to all that hard work. But Eddie... there was something different about him. You knew it right away. He wasn't ashamed to be seen with you, wasn't asking you to stay the night only to pretend like he didn't know who you were in front of his friends. He worshipped you, fully worshipped you properly. That can't keep his hands off you, needs you by his side 24/7, thinks you've hung the moon kind of worship.

It was intense at first. You thought he'd get tired of you, move on in a week or two have his fun until something better came along. But it's been months, years of him loving you like no one else has before and, no matter your own reservations about your body, you believe him when he tells you, when he shows you just how much.

His thick fingers delve into your core, a reward for finally looking back at your reflection. The sopping wet center of you wets his winding fingers, the sound obscene as he makes tight circles around your clit.

"The prettiest pussy I've ever seen."

You want to tease, to ask just how many he's seen to make that claim, but you can't form words with the way he's jackhammering his thick fingers in and out of your cunt.

"That's it, princess. Making such a mess for me."

Eddie presses kisses to your temple, down your soft jawline. You stare with rapt attention, jaw practically hanging to the floor and eyes glazed, hazy but laser focused on the ring of your creamy juices around Eddie's knuckles.

His fingers curl into the roof of your cunt, pushing, searching for your release like he needs it more than you do. He's begging in your ear for you to give it to him.

"Show me, princess. Shhhh, I got you," his other hand moves to your clit to work the aching nub when you whine, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. "Give it to me. Want you to see yourself cum. You're so pretty when you cum on my cock."

Your thighs tense and shake at the mention of his cock and you're bombarded with images of him bending you over in front of this mirror, his fat cock stuffed in your cunt to the base and before you can catch your breath you're screaming, clenching down on his fingers and wailing like a cat in heat. Your eyes never leave your sweaty, heaving body in the mirror. Full breats shuddering, shaking as you gasp for air. Your tummy clenching against Eddie's arm pressed to your middle, holding you tight.

"That's it. Fuck, that's it, baby."

Eddie drags his fingers from your pussy, pulsing and grasping for his fingers, begging them not to leave.

He catches your gaze in the mirror, watching you watching him with his fingers in his mouth, sucking them clean.

"Did so good for me, princess. So good, so beautiful."

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aloneatpeace · 9 months

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𝙰𝙿𝙾𝙲𝙰𝙻𝚈𝙿𝚃𝙸𝙲 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳

NEW GREENIE '1'

The sound of whispers and beeping noise make you stir in your unconsciousness state, eyes blurry you see people move around. Your body felt weakened as you try to move.

“Does she have to?” a voice asked, a male voice that’s much clear as the face of the said was blurry

“Yes, it’s for the best “the feminine said as new image come in your vision, you try to voice but the sore throat didn’t allow it.

Something stings in your arm as robotic voice announced “INITIATEING MEMORY ERASE” suddenly everything went black.

Loud alarms rings as you fully starts to awake.

“WICKED IS GOOD”

that was last thing you hear before you felt like you’re moving in some type of carrier, eyes adjusting in the darkness you move around, you are in some kind of box as go up with there is boxes around you. The box stared to go up really fast you automatically hold on the boxes around you. Fear filled you mind, suddenly its stop the turbulence make you hit your head to one of the boxes that you holding onto. You groan in pain, a bright light hit your face and someone jump into the box, you back yourself against the box at entry of this unknown person.

“Rise and shin…. wait…. you’re a girl?” the guy said at his word the murmuring of crowd get louder

“A what?”

“Really?... a girl now?”

“Is she pretty?”

“It’s going to be fun”

“What you mean a girl? Is there no food or supplies in there?”

You puzzled at the comments get angered as well scared, did the not seen a girl before? Who is these people? What is this place? Why are you here?

“SHUT IT” a voice command and everyone fall silent, “greenie call Namjoon”

“I’m not the greenie anymore…...fine” you don’t need to see that who ever said shouted was some sort of leader and later one obviously obeyed the command

“Gally back up she must be afraid let her come out herself” the same voice said but it didn’t have any emotion it almost felt detached and cold.

You look at the guy Infront of you, he gives an encouraging node before backing up, slowly you also come out. Compared to the box coldness and darkness its entirely opposite, the sun was bright and you already could feel sweat building up, but that’s not what you thinking, who the hell are these boys, why aren’t there any other girls?

In fear you didn’t hear what the guy said, one Infront of you was saying something his face blank messy black hair, worn out clothes with mud stains here and there, cat like eyes and some really nice hands if that’s man is beautiful the one next one is blinding beauty same kind of clothes and unruly hair tall compared to the first one, and he is unfairly perfect head to toe even with sweats droplets on his forehead you could look both of them for eternity but it was not the right time. when the shorter one starts to take a closer step that’s when finally, the adrenaline kicks in you bolt out of there like your life depends on it.

“We got a runner” someone from the crowd cheered as the boy’s chant along, you didn’t look back you search for an exit that’s when you see giant opening, without thinking you run towards it there is no cheering now that’s when you heard someone behind you catching up to you making you look back you see a boy catching up to pretty fast, suddenly you are tackled by someone from the front you both fall back towards the boy who is in back the three you collide with each other you start to kick and throw hands at them some you hits was successfully delivered as they groan.

“Clam down, we are not going to hurt you” one of them said as you thrash around as the other try to get your hands that gripping his hair, for minute he thought he would go bald at the strength you gripped his hair he needs a haircut.

“Get off me” you gritted your teeth. The two boys look at each other before laying on top you “get off me… you’re crushing me”

“Will you promise us you won’t run” you shit and move around but none of that seems to work.

“Everything alright Taehyung?” a new voice said as you three looks to side to see two more guys coming towards you

Taehyung looks down at you “are we cool now?”

You sigh before nodding and slowly taehyung and other get off you, slowly you stand up panting from the all running the opening is just few meters away you can make it, the two other guys a few feet’s away from the three of you.

The one who now you know is taehyung is closer to you, panting next you, before he can catch his breath you kick him where you know hurts the others eyes goes wide you took of running again as he shouts “THAT’S IS NOT COOL”

Namjoon’s and yoongi’s eyes wide when you kick taehyung where they know damn very well will hurt. Namjoon was prepared for the new greenie’s arrival but this not what he expected, when Jungkook came running saying the new greenie is girl, he thought he is messing with him, but Jungkook never do anything like that unless you are jin or other gladers.

He doesn’t know how deal with you, he doesn’t know if he ever talked to any girls before ending up in the maze. He knows it won’t be easy and you just proved his thoughts right.

Before you at the opening a set of arms reach around your waist lifting you off the ground making you yelp and you’re tossed over someone’s shoulder. You thrash around his hold but the guys seem to have no effect as he easily walks off with you over his shoulder.

“Put me down” you hit his back but still no reaction from him, you sigh in defeat as he continued on his path. Jungkook watch Namjoon take you away effortlessly with amazement lazed eyes and wide smile, Namjoon is so cool. he thinks

“Forgive me for this” he said confused you lift your head and suddenly your tossed to ground, you crash down there roughly. You look around and realize that its some kind of pit. “You can come up when you are clam down” he said before leaving

Namjoon leader of the glade walk back to where yoongi, second in command stand with taehyung and greenie… Jungkook stands.

“You alright there?” he asks taehyung

“I will live” taehyung said pained smile

Yoongi gives him grin “will you? she kicked you pretty hard”

Seokjin keeper of cooks walks towards them with Jimin keeper of med- jack, gally keeper of builders also along with him.

“You got enough supplies?” the leader asks them

They node while gally cross his arms Infront of his chest “does it seems odd to you that, the new greenie is a girl”

“That is sexist” seokjin said with furrowed eyebrow

Gally roll his eyes before glancing back the pit where you in and back to Namjoon “why would they send a girl now?”

Namjoon node “its matter to be discussed we don’t know what the people outside is planning”

“Maybe she is last one or something” Jimin said before gasping “maybe human race is going to extinct, maybe she was sent so we can increase the population”

Everyone looks at him with concern and confusion taehyung lean towards him “did you not know she just kicked me in the balls”

Jimin’s eyes goes wide at the new information “she did what?!”

Yoongi gives him a smug grin “maybe she didn’t like him, why don’t you go and try?”

“I like my balls thank you very much” Jimin look at taehyung “can you still feel it?” he got a node from taehyung

Namjoon shoulders falls in exhaustion “guys focus” once he has their attention he continues “here is what’s going to happen, taehyung you take rest, yoongi and Jungkook you take care the greenie once she calms down bring her to me. once the runners back we discuss farther”

You don’t know how may hours passed, the sounds of footsteps coming towards you, as you sit silently on the floor.

“Do you still want to kick the life out of us, greenie?” one of the boys ask, it’s the same voice and when the guys are reveled your assumption is correct it is one the short boy, along with one of the boys who tackled you.

You let loud sigh before questioning them “who are you? Why am I here?”

Yoongi gives you blank stare as you dismiss his question and Jungkook answer you “well my name is Jungkook and this is yoongi second in command” Jungkook smile at the confused frown on your face you’re just like him when he first came but he was rather emotionally distraught than violent “first day is confusing for everyone, greenie”

There that name again what that supposed mean did they misunderstood for someone its sounds like a code name you slowly shake your head “I’m not this greenie you talking about I am………”

A sudden panic hit you when you couldn’t voice your name??with wide eyes you stand up hands shaking mouth hanging a lump in your throat as you try to say your name. you supposed to remember your name weren’t you then why can’t you.

Jungkook eyes looked pain as well as yoongi they all go through the same roller coaster, questioning everything everyone. Yoongi quickly changes his face cade into a stoic one “clam down greenie, you are just like everyone is here” you glance at yoongi with narrowed eyes still not fully trustful of them

“But she is a girl” Jungkook adds, Yoongi closes his eyes for minute. You walk towards them eyes focused on yoongi

“What do you mean? Why can’t I remember anything?”

“Hold all the questions on pause Namjoon will answer it” yoongi state seeing the puzzled look he adds “Namjoon is the leader, the one who put you in here. Now if I open this will you promise not to kick anyone and not run away?”

You slowly node and he held out his hand you glance at both of them Jungkook give you an encouraging smile, you hesitantly place your hand on yoongi and the later help you out of the pit

“Jungkook will take you to Namjoon” yoongi said before walking off

As you and Jungkook walk you see so many boys watch the two of you. Jungkook shyly glance at you time to time not in creepy way but in complete curiosity.

That’s two legs that’s a nice thigh you have hips that’s have little swings do all women/ girls walk like that hands look soft its smaller than mine. Breasts, is it just like mine? Or is it look like Namjoon’s or does she have more underneath.

“What are you looking at?” you ask crossing your arms over your chest

Panicked Jungkook look away “nothing” he speed walk towards where Namjoon was standing “Hyung” he calls out making Namjoon node at walk towards the both of you.

Namjoon raised a suspicious look at his flustered face before he gives you a smile “you doing good greenie?”

You throw your head back a loud sing escapee you “why do you call me that? What is this? place who are you people? Why can’t remember my name?”

Namjoon patiently gives you a node “I will tell everything, come on walk with me” he turns to Jungkook and node at him silently requesting him leave he does and node at both of you without looking at your eyes.

You and Namjoon walks “firstly let me introduce myself, I am Namjoon, Kim Namjoon leader of the gladers. I was just like you when I first came, everyone is. no one remember the anything about themselves. Your name will come to you later. Just like you a new greenie come up the box with all the supplies we need every month. before you came Jungkook and now you are our green bean."

“Who sent us here? Why are there no other girls?”

“Who sent us here? We don’t know. They only let us keep us our name. And for the last we just puzzled as you are” he sighs when you shift in your place “but that doesn’t mean you’re less than everyone here. We will keep you safe” you looked still uncertain “I promise you that no one will hurt you here.”

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winterspiderpurrs · 4 months

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Just gimme a stalker Bucky story for Peter. He’s too innocent and doesn’t notice. Just gimme it please. Saw last prompt someone wrote and it hit me like a truck and now I’m asking for me

God was he beautiful.

Bucky was currently kneeling on the fire escape, peering into the window.

His precious Peter was right there. It's been a year since he first met him. By pure chance even.

He was online , finally deciding on getting a pet cat. He found one he just knew he had to get. But he had to make the trek to Queens.

He was in the shelter finishing up his paper work for his adoption of Alpine when he walked in. He was covered in scratches and was holding a very upset cat who was currently wrapped up ina sweater.

Handing over the kitty to the older woman behind the desk.

" I found 'em in an alley. Pour thing looks starved. Our apartment doesn't allow pets, but I knew you were one of the few non kill shelters around."

The guy was just to precious. Bucky glanced down at the paperwork the guy was filling out to turn the cat over.

Peter Parker huh.

Thankfull for his photographic memory, he filed it away for later.

Once he was home, he still couldn't get the thoughts of Peter out of his head. He was able to do a quick search. He shook his head, didn't he know how to set his privacy settings on his social media apps?

His fingers hover over his instagram. The photos there were artist. Less selfy. Occasionally, some photos of friends, food, and even less of Selfies. But the ones there? The image of Peter out in a pool.

That was quite a view, but after some digging, it appears his little animal lover was smart. Talking king of nerds smart. Graduated from MIT with a doctorate this past year, currently working at Stark Industries. Photo was from when he was out at a conference.

From there, Bucky decided to start hanging around Queens a little. And if he happens to run into Peter? Who was he to say it wasn't fate.

He started showing up to different food places that have frequently showed up in the instagram photos. He created a fake page business page to be an active follower.

Spotting Peter often, never actively interacting with him. Though it was a chance that he decided to bring Alpine with him. She had too much energy sometimes, so he started taking her on long walks.

He decided to walk her in Queens. He frozen for a moment when he heard a gasp.

" Oh! Sir! Look at this pretty girl! May I pet her?"

Bucky turns to find Peter smiling brightly up at him, he nods briefly. Peter quickly kneels down and offers his hand to Alpine to sniff. Alpine then starts rubbing her head again his hand, giving a soft purr.

Peter giggles, and Bucky smiles. See? Even Alpine approved.

They started talkin about cats, how Bucky adopted Alpine and such. Then it happened.

" I wish I could get a cat. Our apartment doesn't allow pets. I tried to convince Quentin to get one and I would take care of it since I'm basically at his place all the time. But he said no "

Who the fuck was Quentin. " Quentin?"

"Oh! Thats my boyfriend" the same that was on Bucky's face fell. He didn't see an relationship status anywhere on what he found. And there weren't any typical relationship romantic photos anywhere.

They part ways not long after, but the burning heat of jealously was growing.

He still made sure to start showing up more to a local park Peter goes to. It didn't take much to convince Peter to exchange numbers. Through that he was able to do more digging online he found Quentins profile.

What a douche.

From the posts he makes to the the sleezing comments, he leaves on people's profile. He even found the guys profile on several dating apps, too.

This guy wasn't worthy of his Peter. Peter who helps old ladies who cross the street. Peter who is loving and kind to animals. Peter who helps tutor kids at the homeless shelter he volunteers at. Peter, who gives more then he takes.

Bucky feels bad as he watches Peter cry himself to sleep in his apartment. Quentin isn't worthy of the tears Peter were crying. But its for the best.

Not even 24hours ago, Bucky had followed Quentin to a club, it wasn't hard to find the guy. Currently trying to talk to a girl, who looked way to young to even be here. He made an offer of drugs, and was able to get Quentin into a dark corner of the club. He made swift jabs to the mans side. The knife glittering under the lights, it was a short blade, mainly to hurt and not kill.

He made some threats that if he didn't break up with Peter, well he would be better prepared for next time. And no one would be able to find him. He was quiet pleased with himself, as much as it hurt him, knowing he hurt Peter. It's better this way.

That way, within the next several months, he could really make Quentins life more miserable. Like how his boss will find out that Quentin was stealing work and selling it to the competition. Insider trading. Stealing ideas claiming them as his own. If he doesn't end up in prison well, Bucky is good at making problems disappear.

He pulled out his phone, making sure it was on silent before he started typing. He was avidly watching Peter as he does. He smiles as he sees Peter sit up to wipe the tears from his eyes as he responds. His heart warms as he sees the small smile that appears.

Just a few more months, the long game is how he is going to be able to win Peter over. He already purchased a property upstate, a cabin that he has started renovating, perfect for them. Would get a satellite if he needs to, to make sure Peter would work remote.

So he would never have to leave.

#thanks for the ask!#writing prompt #answered asks #winterspider #peter parker x bucky barnes #winterspiderpurrs

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findinghomes · 11 months

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you’re so fucking pretty - fem!dnf

Georgie had never really considered herself to be lucky. She worked for what she did, and sure, she had a natural talent at most things she picked up, but there was a reason for it.

It wasn’t until she met Dream that she started believing in luck.

Because there was this girl—this infuriating and brilliant mess of a girl, and Georgie had never loved like this. She hung onto Dream’s every word, listened to her every command. She would follow her anywhere, she realized one day, and the thought never terrified her.

And she did. She followed her through their YouTube careers, working as Dream’s backbone and partner in nearly every way. She followed her through stupid video ideas and sleepless nights and eventually, a sexuality crisis that had both of them up late hours, just talking.

“Do you ever have, like, one of those days where you wake up and everything’s changed, and you don’t want to go back, but it’s going by so fast, and it’s just—you can’t stop it. It’s like holy shit,” Dream said one night.

And Georgie waited. She waited until the silence was deafening—until all she could hear was Dream’s soft breaths, and her chest aching, she said, “I just think your refrigerator’s running. Better go catch it.”

Like that, Dream’s panic turned to laughter, her sobs to giggles.

“You’re so dumb.”

And a secret part of Georgie screamed, I know what you mean. I fucking know.

She followed her to Florida. To a house with her name on the building plans. To two best friends and a cat waiting at the door. To Dream.

Dream.

The first time Georgie kissed her, it was the first night since moving to Florida. Their ears rang from standing too close to fireworks, and Georgie could still smell smoke on their clothes.

“Welcome home,” Dream said.

And Georgie smiled, patting the couch cushion next to her until Dream settled with a small eye roll.

“Are you wearing makeup?” Georgie asked, leaning closer.

Dream froze next to her, but didn’t move back. “I mean, yeah. I hired a makeup artist.”

Georgie put a careful hand beneath her chin and moved her face to admire her features. Dream’s eyes were outlined in eye liner and neutral eyeshadow, bringing attention to them in a way that made Georgie panic every time they were on her. Like now.

Swallowing nervously, Georgie stopped moving Dream’s face but kept her hand on her chin. “Fire them,” she said.

Dream laughed, and Georgie loved her smile. That was probably her favorite thing about Dream—how easy it was to make her smile, her eyes crinkling in happiness.

“Fire them?”

“Yeah, they, like, covered up your freckles,” Georgie said. “They did a bad job.”

Dream’s smile fell. It would’ve been unnoticeable if it was anyone but Georgie watching—but Georgie wanted to know every little thing about Dream—live, physical Dream, who had a smile so bright it was almost painful and eyes that made Georgie’s stomach flutter and a way of speaking that was so real and physical and so painfully Dream.

“I mean, it doesn’t matter if they’re covered or not,” Dream said.

And Georgie searched Dream’s expression, moving closer until she was practically on Dream’s lap.

“I want to see them,” she said, and the hand previously holding Dream’s chin moved to cup the back of her neck. Her thumb trailed the small baby hairs that had slowly fallen from her ponytail. “I want to count them.”

Dream’s nose scrunched. “Count them?”

Georgie leaned closer. “Count them.

“One.”

She kissed her left cheek, grinning as she heard Dream take in a sharp breath, her hands finding and then curling around Georgie’s hips.

“Two.”

Right cheek. Something small—a press of the lips, a breath, a whisper. When Georgie pulled back, she noticed Dream’s eyes were closed.

That image alone was enough to make Georgie stop. Dream, leaning in closer, eyes closed and lips parted. She was beautiful. Breathtaking. Georgie’s other hand rose and trailed carefully under Dream’s eye, where a small hint of blue, sleepless nights peeked out from under foundation.

“You’re so pretty,” she said.

And Dream physically melted into her touch, hiding her smile in the inside of Georgie’s wrist.

“You don’t mean it,” Dream said.

“I do.” Georgie felt breathless. “I do. God—“

Dream’s eyes opened. Her lips were mere millimeters from Georgie’s wrist, and that distance almost felt painful. Dream smiled.

“It’s, like, the newness of it,” Dream said. “It’ll wear off.”

“No,” Georgie said, pulling Dream up until they were once more facing each other. “It’s not a newness thing or whatever. You’re just so…”

“So?”

Georgie kissed her. It took them both by surprise, small, shocked gasps quickly turning into grins and then, finally, laughter.

“Oh my god,” Dream said.

And Georgie couldn’t breathe through her laughter and fear, her forehead resting on Dream’s and her thumbs rubbing circles in the small divot between Dream’s jaw and neck.

“What the fuck, Georgie?” Dream said, laughing. “There was no buildup. You just–you just—oh my god.”

Georgie fought for breath, her smile so wide it almost hurt. “Who needs buildup?”

Dream’s mouth opened and closed, and Georgie loved to watch this—to watch the gears turn in Dream’s head. “I—you just.”

“I kissed you?” Georgie said. “Yes. Very happily. Would happily do it again.”

Dream struggled once more. “Why? Wait—again?”

Georgie laughed, fully settling in Dream’s lap and pushing her back against the couch. Dream helped her balance, her eyes wide and her lips parted like she couldn’t believe what was happening.

And Georgie smiled because she had never been luckier.

“Again,” she said, closing the distance until her lips were pressed to Dream’s ear, Dream’s head tilting back. Georgie kissed this line of her jaw. “And again and again and again until—“

“Until?” Dream asked, breathless.

“Until you believe how fucking pretty you are,” Georgie whispered into her skin.

#have some fem!dnf fluff!!!!#thanks to anon for the request #title from the regret.tes song because it’s a fun queer song #fem!dnf #my writing

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yyxandere · 6 months

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Oh, I'm so happy you liked my images! I was wrote a few images (and Ryuji 👀):

Rikiya is such a sweet man for you! He can talk with you for hours on end about everything, always being the initiator, and even if you are silent, then do not be afraid, he is happy even if you look at him. Rikiya one hundred percent WILL ask his Aniki for advice on courting you and how to treat you as best as possible, writing down everything said in a notebook, he trusts him so much! He is always ready to rush to your aid, helping you in everything, especially when you need to walk through the streets at night, full of scoundrels at that time (and the opportunity to hold hands with you while looking at the shining lanterns of Kamurocho). Convulsive trembling of fingers, slight blushing and a soft smile - this is all Rikiya has on all your dates together. Most likely, with him the chance of being kidnapped by him is almost impossible, he is too afraid of harming you both physically and mentally, wanting only your well-being.

Ah, Ryuji Goda… Even with a quick sneak peek to his direction, all can already say that this is a formidable and powerful Yakuza, which has practically no equal. He loves to show you off as his main treasure, dressing you up in expensive outfits and jewelry, which he make you practically glued to his side with always grabbing your waist and is unlikely to give you permission to walk around alone. And woe to those who dare to flirt or talking with you… Those unfortunate people were often found unconscious in garbage containers, which gave other men a reason not to even look in your direction, fearing for their lives. If you mention it even teasingly, Ryuuji will annoyedly tell you to shut up, not wanting to admit until the last minute that he is jealous and trying hide blushing on his face. He allows contact only with his subordinates and his sister, from which the chance of escape is impossible. Ryuji is unlikely to lay a hand on you, but will deprive you of all privileges until you apologize and make up that for him. A dangerous, jealous and domineering lion that only you have his attention.

As you described, Majima is a chaotic and always unpredictable man who always surprises, even in a bad way. As he was doing with Kiryu, he loves to play cat and mouse with you, searching all over Kamurocho, jumping out to meet you from all corners, even from the sewers! In some cases, he can “play along” with you if you want, or at least pretend that you are both a normal couple, taking part in all sorts of activities. Bowling, billiards, golf and even baseball!? Oh dear, Majima will always approve of your choice if it means spending time with him!

Mmm, about Goromi… Goromi-chan loves her beloved y/n! Always insisting on spending time together: painting your nails, doing your makeup, doing your hair and taking care of your skin, this glamorous queen never misses an opportunity to highlight your beauty. Just imagine, she and you are sitting, chatting sweetly together, while she winks teasingly and flashes her colorful outfit, successfully captivating you with her charm. Just don't look at her cleavage, little naughty darling!

-ˋˏSINCERELY YOURS. . . ->

AA ANON I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, THESE ASK GIVES ME SO MUCH SEROTONIN IJCIWDBHSBHSXB OKAY OKAY LET START NOW EHEHEHEHEHEHE

Our sweet boy Rikiya, is such a sweetie for you, using his aniki's advice he would always act gentlemanly to you, he would carry your bags or walk with you so you would feel safe! He knows full well that his heart only belongs to you and you! His naïve persona makes him so delusional, he dreams of both of you having a domestic dream, maybe he's the one taking care of the kids and when you come back home, he will give you the biggest smile and kiss ever from a husband! He would talk about you for hours no end to his boss and Makio or even his aniki! They can see how in love he is and encourage him to go after you heck even everyone knows how he's so infuriated by you and oh dear if you ever recuperate his feelings he would be with you every single day, no matter how many months or years you two have been together, every time you kiss him, hug him, hold his hand and tell him how much you love him, he feels the same blossoming feelings he felt when he laid eyes on you! He's just a hopeless romantic when it comes to you! He would even change his style just for you! As you said anon, he won't kidnap you but he would guilt trip you into staying with him, he might be a local yakuza but his heart is pure of gold, and you will feel shitty if you decline such a sweet boy.

Aa Ryuji, Ryuji, the man who took my heart from the moment I saw him on my screen. Ryuji the Dragon of Kansai spoils you no matter what, if you just briefly mention it in a hush quiet tone 5 feet away from him, he would buy it. Ryuji may not look like it but he is very observant when it comes to you, just mention something on call like, you bought a bag of chips and you really like the flavor, then expect a whole package of those chips in your door an hour after that call… you never told Ryuji your address though…Anyways! Ryuji is prideful and he likes to boast that logic applies when it comes to you, he will go out in public, and people know how dangerous he is, by you on his side, he makes sure that his arms are around your waist every time, Ryuji isn't scared to show his beloved to anyone and everyone, may it be him kissing you in public or you sitting on his lap in meetings, he doesn't care, plus who even has the balls to tell him not to bring you? And of course, Ryuji is a man of fashion he may not look like it though, so whenever you guys go out he will always bring you to a designer store, and he will make you the most gorgeous woman/person with the diamond on your neck and the fancy clothes he gifs you, this is a way for him to show his love to you and also mark so whoever tries to shoot their shot to you and sees the diamond neckless you have, they must immediately that they have no chance. And I have to pray for the dude who tries to get near you with any kind of intentions, Ryuji doesn't mind killing him with his bare hands, it's in his nature as a Yakuza to kill, but he can't do that. So expect a small rumor of a dude who was found all bloodied up and passed out near a garbage bin where you live. Yes, escape is impossible when you are with Ryuji, his power as a patriarch gives him many men to guard you no matter what, and the only person you're going to meet is his sister, he wants you and Kaoru to have a good relationship. Ryuji has ties to the underground so even if you manage to escape and flee the country he will know where you live and drag you back to Japan but this time with no chance of escape.

The craze mind Majima, always follows you, he loves playing hide and seek when it comes to you, and he loves the expression you make whenever he surprises you when he comes out trashcan. Whenever you were out and you had some small business to attend to Majima would immediately steal you and go to his favorite baseball court or even go bowling. Don't worry about the small thing you gotta attend his minions already handled it. Majima is clingy and possessive, even if you guys aren't dating he's gonna put his arms around you and act like a couple, don't even try to talk to some one when he is watching (which is every second) because you're just putting that person on the line to get killed by Majima. Majima only wants your eyes to look at him only!!

Goromi is a bizarre woman indeed, she only wears flashy clothes so she can be the only person that her beloved (Y/N)-Chan will see in a room!! Like you said, Goromi will have such a fun time with her bestie, she would also be very touchy, like holding your hand, touching your shoulders, or heck even kissing her (Y/N)-Chan very boldly. She will listen to every problem you have and if she ever heard that someone was causing problems with you, then you wouldn't mind seeing your sweet beloved Goromi being rough with them, mh?

#✧- ‘YAKUZA’ ☆#yandere yakuza #yandere rikiya shimbakuro #yandere #yandere x reader #x reader #yandere ryuji goda #ryuji goda #rikiya shimabukuro #yandere majima goro #majima goro #goromi #THESE ASKS HELP ME TRAIN MY WRITING SKILLS THATS WHY I LOVE THEM VERY MUCH!!#yandere yakuza game #yakuza #yakuza x reader #i went off with ryuji😞

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sunnydaleherald · 6 days

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The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Sunday, April 21

SPIKE: Hey! Hey, let's be reasonable about this. (Riley slams him up against a pillar.) RILEY: You may have noticed, Spike... (he punches Spike in the face) RILEY: I left reasonable about three exits back.

~~Into the Woods~~

[Drabbles & Short Fiction]

Pillow Talk by veronyxk84 (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

Five times Angel made chocolates for Buffy and the one time she made some for him by Liana_Medea (Buffy/Angel, G)

For Emergencies by Bobbie23 (Giles/Jenny, G)

By a whisker by squiddz (Spike & original cat character, Buffy/Spike, T)

Brick by Boring Brick by Wretched_Little_Words (Buffy & Kendra, G)

Это уже не смешно by B_E_S (Buffy/Angel, G, in Russian)

Riley's Special Spike (the plastic one, you ninny) by InvariablyStupidIdeas (Spike/Riley, M)

On a subway? by scooby-group-texts (Spike, Dawn, not rated - mentions of canon violence)

Something Red by Maxine Eden (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Pillow Talk by VeroNyxK84 (Buffy/Spike, anthology rated PG-13)

[Chaptered Fiction]

Going Astral - Chapter 1 by Geliot99 (Buffy/Spike, M)

Across Ages, Ch. 27 by Isabeau (Buffy/Spike, R)

Ties to the World, Ch. 33 by The Danish Bird (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Love Bites, Ch. 4 by cawthraven (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Truth and Consequences, Ch. 14 by JamesMFan (Buffy/Spike, R)

In Any Life, Ch. 12 by Spikelover4ever (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Hand in Flightless Hand, Ch. 4 by tragic (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Afterburn: In The Dark, Ch. 3 by Melme1325 (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Sweet Dreams (Or A Beautiful Nightmare) Ch. 2 by goodbyetoyou (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

The Tortured Slayer Department, Ch. 1 by BewitchedXx (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

A Ripple In Time, Ch. 1 by CheekyKitten (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

To All We Guard, Ch. 12 by simmony (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Gargoyle, Ch. 4 by ClowniestLivEver (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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jihyocentric · 1 year

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i needed more domestic nahyo... same universe as this

cw: body image issues (?) just pregnancy stuff, nothing heavy

nayeon stands by the door frame, arms crossed as she watches jihyo getting ready.

"what are you so pretty for?" nayeon asks, taking jihyo's attention away from the mirror.

"i have to look pretty today," jihyo looks back at the mirror, searching for any mistakes she might have done while putting on makeup. "it's jisoo's first day in school. we need to look presentable."

nayeon walks closer, hands touching jihyo's hips, kissing her cheek as she hugged jihyo from behind.

"if presentable is the same as looking like a goddess, you're doing it right." nayeon stares at jihyo from head to toe through the mirror, sighing when she finishes inspecting her wife. "you're starting to look more like a milf."

jihyo laughs softly, resting back against nayeon's body. "thank you?"

"i mean it. you were already beautiful before, but after jisoo you became double the amount. should i be concerned?" nayeon pouts, holding jihyo tighter, making jihyo smile at her.

there was a time where jihyo felt insecure, in the past, during the pregnancy, because her body changed. while jihyo only saw flaws, such as stretch marks that never left after having jisoo, nayeon thought all of those things made her prettier. those were the results of having jisoo, and there was nothing about it that looked anything other than beautiful.

with time, nayeon managed to convince jihyo that the pregnancy didn't ruin her body and that she was the prettiest she had ever been. jihyo's body eventually went back to what it used to be, only that now her curves looked more defined, aside from the stretch marks. building back jihyo's confidence was the most difficult challenge they had, but now that she's got it back, nayeon feels conflicted.

"why would you be concerned?" jihyo turns around, the smile on her face nearly making nayeon forget what was talking about.

"because wherever i take you, people look at you. they stare. our baby on your lap makes them even more attentive! they stare even when i am around! your wife! the one who put a ring on your finger!" nayeon whines pitifully and jihyo breaks, laughing right at nayeon's face.

jihyo pulls away, fixing her dress, ready to take her baby to school and go to work after. "you shouldn't have gotten me pregnant so early if you didn't want me to be a young milf, nayeon. it's all on you." she says, leaving nayeon alone in the room.

nayeon follows jihyo, having no reason to be in their room anymore. "it was an accident!"

"you asked for jisoo." jihyo huffs, tired of nayeon pretending she didn't explicitly ask for a baby whenever she felt like messing around with her. "you made sure i would get pregnant, too. filled me so many times."

nayeon's face becomes red, embarrassed with the dirty talk at that early time in the day. "d-don't say stuff like that!"

jihyo laughs and nayeon follows her to the kitchen. they catch jisoo giving her fruits to the cat instead of eating them but pretend they didn't, letting it pass just because it was jisoo's first day at school. a special occasion.

"ready to go, soo?" jihyo brushes her hand over jisoo's hair, sighing when jisoo looks up and shakes her head, bottom lip sticking out, looking like she was about to cry. "what is it, baby? what's up this sad face, hm?"

"don't wanna go." jisoo says lowly, almost like a whisper. jihyo takes a chair and places it right next to jisoo, sitting on it and bringing jisoo to her lap.

"will you tell mommy why you don't want to go?" jihyo asks softly, caressing jisoo's cheek with her palm. nayeon sits where jisoo had been sitting, touching jisoo's knee to let her know she's there just like jihyo is.

jisoo takes time to answer. she might be better at communicating than other kids in her age, but she had a hard time talking about what frightened her. she still talked it out, because jihyo and nayeon raised her to talk about her problems so that they could work on them. jisoo just needed a little push for the most part.

"you can tell us everything, babygirl." nayeon pats jisoo's head tenderly, her voice calm and reassuring. "if you don't want to go, we can stay home. but we need to know why."

"i'm scared." jisoo curls up in jihyo's lap.

nayeon exchanges glances with jihyo. "scared? scared of what, babygirl?"

jisoo doesn't reply this time, but jihyo knows it right away. "it's the kids, isn't it, baby? you're afraid of them?" jisoo nods, and jihyo sighs. "they must be scared too, you know? not every kid is brave enough to face school. it is scary to meet new people, but you have to try, baby. do you remember how mommy met mama?"

"auntie jeongyeon made you go out?" jisoo asks quietly. jihyo and nayeon laugh.

"not exactly. auntie jeongyeon set a date for us, and i was so scared of going to our date..." jihyo replies, with a smile on her face when she reminds of the day she met nayeon. "i tried to escape, cancel our date and stay home, but your auntie took mama to my house!"

nayeon's heart swell when she thinks about the time she met jihyo. she remembers eyeing her for a long time before gathering courage to talk to jihyo's only friend at the time and try to get a date with the girl she'd fallen for, despite never exchanging a single word with jihyo.

jisoo's eyes widen. "will mommy bring school here?"

"of course not, baby," jihyo laughs. "you can stay home. you don't have to go to school today, but you will have to go someday."

"if i were you, i would go today. you can make many friends on the first day," nayeon adds. "and your cousins will be there. they won't share the same class with you because they're older, but you will still get to see them."

"really?" jisoo gets interested when nayeon talks about her cousins. jeongyeon and momo's twins were the only kids jisoo had no problem talking to. nayeon nods. "i want to go."

jihyo lets out a relieved breath. it wasn't hard to deal with jisoo, perhaps she got lucky on her first child and the next one would be the opposite of jisoo, but jihyo still worries.

the ride to jisoo's school is filled with nayeon singing with their baby and jihyo focusing on the road. jihyo makes sure to get a picture with jisoo on her first day, before jisoo goes to class, wanting to keep that moment forever, because it was the day that her baby took a big step in her life.

it isn't until jisoo is already inside and they get back to the car that jihyo starts crying, hiding her face in nayeon's neck as she sobs. jihyo feels embarrassed about crying like that and truly expects nayeon to laugh, but she hears nayeon's breath faltering, as if she was holding back tears. nayeon was close to crying too, and the only thing she could do was give jihyo comfort.

"she's growing up so fast." nayeon says, swallowing thickly to hold back her cry.

"we're lame." jihyo sniffles. "we should be h-happy and proud, not crying in the car because our baby is growing up."

"i'm not crying." nayeon bites her lip. jihyo looks at her, watches as a single tear falls down on nayeon's cheek. "stop."

"it's okay, you can cry." jihyo hands nayeon a tissue. "i'll leave you at work and then get you when it's time to pick jisoo up."

nayeon answers with a hum, turning her face to the window as jihyo starts driving, letting more tears fall occasionally.

#drabble #nayeon #jihyo #nahyo #domestic!nahyo #sfw-ish #shortest dirty talk ever #non rq

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chronussy-bc · 8 months

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Something for the TrainSephy shippers...

The thing is last night I searched for some info on another Black Cat game called “Black Cat: The Mechanical Angel” (already have some basic things to post but later). As I watched the video about the game, there were a scene where Train kinda roaming around on a yatch to find some clues and found himself lost in a room.

Train: Ah, this room…is this Zipangu style…?

Train: Ah, there is a Kimono here too.

Train’s thoughts: Heh, it’s beautiful-…Moreover, I don’t know what it is…but it smells so good….

In this case, there are two possibilities of what smell Train notice. Maybe it’s something in the room, maybe it’s the fabric softener of the Kimono (he is wondering since he doesn’t know what brand it is). Because he is inspecting the Kimono, I incline to believing it is the latter (or I just like to be delusional).

Train’s thought: Ah, but that girl was wearing a Yukata, not a Kimono… (he thought of Saya for a moment here I think)

And guess who appears?

Sephiria: What’s wrong, Heartnet?

Train: Woahhh! Se-Sephiria? Why are you here?

Sephiria: You’re the one who-….What’s wrong with this room, anyways?

Train: No, no, umm-uh….I thought there was a beautiful Kimono…

Sephiria: This is my room-…didn’t you know that I like Zipangu?

Sephiria: That Kimono is mine too. I see. So you were also interested in Zipangu, weren't you…

*Girl unless you are talking about the food I can swear to you he is not.

Train: Your Kimono....ha! Really....!? And even the room in that hotel!?

Sephiria: Yes. The hotel is also a branch of Chronos. I have my own room there too.

Sephiria: ...? What's the matter, Heartnet? You don't look so good.

Train: Nothing...

*Well, you tell him, Sephy. He not only thought that Kimono was pretty but also smelled good and then found out it belonged to his former boss (￣y▽￣)╭ Ohohoho.....Tbh If I were him, I would die from self-consciousness. Complimenting on the look is one thing but the smell is another. He's lucky he did not say that out loud.

Sephiria: I don't know what happened to you, but if you were distracted during battle...You could lose your life, Heartnet.

Train: Thank you for your advice.

Yeah still translations from apps but I think the meaning is not so different from the originals, since the image quality is good for the apps to scan letters and the conversation is quite simple. Some image has hand-writing, like those with info about The Guardians, and the trans of those are likely to be more inaccurate. But anyways, game like this often let your characters talk to others to gain important clues. Here Train just talked to her to discover how embarrassment could have ended him if he had spoken a few words more.

Sephiria is just as oblivious as she should. Girl was so happy thinking he also shared the same interest in Japanese culture she forgot to ask him why he was there.

#black cat #sephiria arks #train heartnet #black cat manga #black cat anime #Game PS2 #Black Cat game #If u don't like them just scroll past #Train/Sephiria #It's fun seeing both of them acting silly #The info on the game will be posted later

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rippleclan · 5 months

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RippleClan: Moon 7

Rustshade and Oilpaw struggle to cooperate.

[Image ID: Rustshade and Oilpaw face each other. The text box above Oilpaw says “Maybe I’d trust you if I knew what you were doing half the time!”]

“Are we on a walk or are we on a hunt?” Rustshade called back to his patrol. “Come on. Weedfoot and Downstar need food.”

“I’m freezing,” Oilpaw groaned. She walked beside Scrubmask through the snowy forest. They were near the Great Northern River that flowed along the northern edges of SlugClan, AshClan, and RippleClan. Oilpaw could see it through the conifers; a beautiful path of white foam over water that matched the color of the sky.

“Stay close,” Scrubmask said. “We’ll stay warmer that way.” Oilpaw rubbed against Scrubmask. Her long fur was like sitting by a fire compared to the chill stabbing through Oilpaw’s feet.

“Scrubmask, I want you to go through the trees,” Rustshade said, pointing his tail up. “Let’s search for gray squirrels.”

“Dad, why don’t we try the river?” Oilpaw asked. “There are bound to be some fish there.”

“I don’t want to risk frostbite,” Rustshade said with nary a glance toward the rushing water. “We have other tasks to handle today. We don’t have time to sit by a fire after the hunt. I’ll head further west. Scrubmask?”

“Into the trees,” Scrubmask sighed. She launched at the nearest pine and scurried into the branches. Her absence sent a cold wind across Oilpaw’s pelt.

“Oilpaw, look around this area,” Rustshade ordered. “Fennelspot said he saw some jumping mice near here.” With that, Rustshade pushed on and left his daughter in the cold.

“Oh, what do you know,” Oilpaw grumbled, kicking a pebble. “WheatClan cats don’t fish.” Oilpaw couldn’t smell any mice nearby. Why shouldn’t she look at the river?

Oilpaw stalked through the trees toward the graceful majesty of the Great Northern River. The river flowed smooth the further west Oilpaw looked, but as the water ran to the ocean, rocks tossed the water about and jutted out of the river. The river’s flow cut smooth lines through the stone that guided its path ocean-ward. A junco bounced around the edge of the river, leaving tiny marks in the snow underneath. Rustshade never said anything about hunting beside the river, now did he?

Soon after, Oilpaw had the dead junco at her paws and licked warm blood off her fangs. It was a solid catch, capable of feeding at least two of her little siblings, but it wouldn’t be a lot. That was when Oilpaw heard a loud splash to her right. A big fish flapped on one of the big, flat rocks that dotted the edge of the river. It was a brook trout as long as Oilpaw’s leg. Oilpaw would have been a poor hunter if she gave up a star-given opportunity like that.

Oilpaw pounced on the trout before it could flop back into the water. She dispatched it with a swift, albeit messy, bite to the back of the neck. She couldn’t help but purr as she placed the trout beside her junco. Now this was a good catch, and she barely had to wait a moment between the two! Now how to carry them back to camp…

“Oilpaw!” Oh great. Dad. Rustshade trotted out of the trees, eyes locked on the trout.

“I leave you alone for a moment, and you immediately go against my orders?” Rustshade snapped.

“I didn’t go fishing,” Oilpaw insisted. “The trout jumped out of the water. I swear! See, I’m not even wet!” Oilpaw held out her paws, but Rustshade pushed them down.

“I asked you not to bother with the river, and you still went here,” Rustshade growled. “Are you this rude with Weedfoot?”

“Weedfoot doesn’t give dumb orders,” Oilpaw hissed. She stood over her prey like Rustshade would steal it. “If we’re hunting, why shouldn’t we try the river?”

“When I’m leading a patrol,” Rustshade huffed, “you need to trust me.”

“Maybe I’d trust you if I knew what you were doing half the time!” Oilpaw yowled. Rustshade’s fur rose. Oilpaw nudged the trout onto her back, with the fish’s slick body carefully balanced along her spine.

“What are you doing?” Rustshade asked.

“Bringing my prey back to camp,” Oilpaw growled. “Your kits need to eat, don’t they?” She grabbed the junco before she could regret her words.

“Oilpaw, please wait,” Rustshade groaned. He reached for Oilpaw, but she slipped away, marching away from the river as her heart burned.

(Rustshade: 64, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

(Oilpaw: 11, female, historian apprentice, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Scrubmask: 24, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

Burdockkit convinces Scrubmask to play with him while Clamkit talks to bugs.

[Image ID: On the right, Clamkit faces a tiny ant and says “Hi, little ant! I’m Clamkit!”. Below her, it reads + NEW TRAIT: INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY. On the left, Burdockkit chases Scrubmask, yowling “Can’t you run any faster?” Scrubmask says “Trust me. You don’t want that.” Under Burdockkit, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: SCRUBMASK, + NEW TRAIT: INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY)

(Burdockkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, interested in Clan history)

(Scrubmask: 24, female, warrior, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

(Clamkit: 1, female, kit, lonesome, interested in Clan history)

Although Carnationpaw recovered from her cold in time for the Gathering, Twinekit now has greencough.

[Image ID: Twinekit sits in a nest, with text underneath her reading + NEW TRAIT: QUICK TO HELP. Locustkit sits on the right, saying “Twinekit? Twiiiiiinnnneeekit! Come play with me!” Underneath him, it says + NEW TRAIT: MOSS-BALL HUNTER]

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“Twinekit? Twiiiiiinnnneeekit! Come play with me!” Locustkit hovered outside of the medicine den. His little nose twitched as he leaned into the den. The full moon shone onto the den, as though StarClan wanted Locustkit to explore the mysteries inside.

“Nope,” Oilpaw chuckled. She snatched Locustkit by the scruff and dropped him a few tail-lengths back. “The medicine den is full of sick cats right now. We don’t need you getting sick too.”

“But everyone’s leaving, and I’m bored!” Locustkit groaned. “Twinekit said she’d play moss-ball with me tonight!”

“She’ll play with you once she gets better, alright?” Oilpaw sighed. Locustkit groaned dramatically and flopped onto the sand. Oilpaw couldn’t stop herself from laughing. When she forgot where they came from, her little siblings weren’t half bad.

“Remember, don’t strain yourself,” Fennelspot said from the Shiprock. He sat next to Downstar, whose belly had grown plump in the last moon. Oilpaw could almost feel the life radiating from her leader. Fennelspot groomed Downstar, but Downstar gently pushed him back.

“I know what to do,” Downstar said, laughing. “I can’t wait to show off in front of Autumnstar tonight. Two litters in RippleClan! He’ll be furious.”

“Please don’t fight Autumnstar,” Fennelspot groaned.

“I make no promises,” Downstar purred, gently bumping into her cleric. The rest of RippleClan gathered in the center of camp, grooming themselves before Downstar led them to the Leader’s Stone and the full moon Gathering. Rustshade was not in their small numbers, to Oilpaw’s surprise.

“Locustkit!” Burdockkit yowled from the nursery. “Help me out!” Burdockkit had Clamkit pinned in the snow. The golden molly squirmed under her brother’s hold. She spun around and nipped Burdockkit’s cheek. Locustkit ran at his littermates and pounced on the duo.

“Be good tonight, alright Oilpaw?” Weedfoot lingered just inside the medicine den. Her voice was congested and yellow phlegm dribbled down her nose. At least she wasn’t coughing her lungs out now.

“When am I not?” Oilpaw chuckled, fluffing her pelt. “I’m going to tell all the new apprentices about the Giant Frog of RippleClan.”

“Good for you,” Weedfoot hummed. “Fennelspot said I’ll be better soon, and I can join you on patrol again.”

“I’m looking forward to it!” Oilpaw said. Violent coughing bounced through the medicine den. Rustshade stepped out of the holy den.

“Fennelspot, did you say to wait before I give her catmint, or give it when she needs it?” Rustshade asked.

“Wait until we leave, at least,” Fennelspot sighed. He trotted up to Rustshade and touched noses with him. “Good luck tonight.”

“You’re staying behind?” Oilpaw asked her father.

“Fennelspot wants to make sure Downstar doesn’t strain herself,” Rustshade explained. “I’ll stay behind and look after the kits.”

“Oh,” Oilpaw muttered. “Well, like he said, good luck. Let’s go!”

“Hold on,” Rustshade called as Oilpaw turned around. Oilpaw groaned and faced her father. “I want to talk to you before you leave. Over here.” Rustshade nodded to the apprentice’s den. He trudged across camp while Oilpaw looked to her Clanmates for help.

“You’re on your own,” Weedfoot said, going back into the medicine den. Oilpaw groaned again and dragged her paws after her father. Rustshade lurked inside the apprentice’s den and sat next to Oilpaw’s nest.

“Are you still mad about that fish?” Oilpaw huffed. “It’s been days, Dad, let it go.”

“This is more important than a fish,” Rustshade grunted. His tone was tense and he sat tall and stiff. Oilpaw hopped into her nest as her fur prickled. Rustshade sighed deeply, his surprisingly gentle eyes meeting Oilpaw’s. “Tonight, when you get to the Leader’s Stone, I need you to speak with Sunstrike. Tell her Twinekit has greencough, and… it’s bad. Very bad.” For a moment, Oilpaw couldn’t breathe. Did her father actually admit something for the first time in his life?

“I knew it!” Oilpaw hissed. “I knew they were Mom’s kits! Did you steal them?”

“Oilpaw, you know I wouldn’t do that,” Rustshade snapped. He fought to keep his fur flat. He took another deep breath, closing his eyes.

“She told you she wouldn’t be your mate anymore,” Oilpaw growled. “She gave me up. And you had kits with her? Did you want to traumatize another generation? No, that’s not the question I want to ask. How in StarClan do you have them? Why aren’t they in WheatClan?” Rustshade scooted closer.

“When your mother couldn’t hide her pregnancy,” Rustshade whispered, “she left WheatClan and gave birth in the wild. As soon as the kits could start eating gruel, she brought them to me and went home. WheatClan thinks she was taken by humans. They don’t know the kits are hers.”

“You couldn’t stop yourself, could you?” Oilpaw hissed, stepping out of her nest. “How am I the responsible cat in this family? You two can’t control yourselves!”

[Image ID: Oilpaw and Rustshade face each other. Under Oilpaw, it says + DISLIKE: RUSTSHADE. Under Rustshade, it says + PLATONIC LIKE: OILPAW. The description box below them acts as a giant text box, with Rustshade saying “Oilpaw, Your mother and I... our relationship is complicated. We love each other as much as we hate each other. But we both care for you and your siblings, and we’re trying our best to give you good lives.”]

“Oilpaw…” Rustshade groaned. He slowly set his chin on Oilpaw’s head. Oilpaw shivered, but she didn’t pull away. “Your mother and I... our relationship is complicated. We love each other as much as we hate each other. But we both care for you and your siblings, and we’re trying our best to give you good lives.”

“So she put them in danger by giving them up?” Oilpaw muttered.

“She thought they would live better lives outside WheatClan,” Rustshade explained, “just like she thought you would be better with me in RippleClan.” Rustshade looked Oilpaw in the eyes and said, “We love you, Oilpaw. Please understand that.” Oilpaw couldn’t look away. She thought she was going to cry and throw up at the same time.

“I can’t talk to her,” Oilpaw gulped, stepping back and shaking her head. “I can’t do it.” Rustshade nodded softly.

“Alright,” Rustshade sighed. “I won’t force you to do this. Who knows, it may not matter. Twinekit might get better.” He moved closer, but stopped himself. “Enjoy the Gathering.” With that, Rustshade left Oilpaw to her confusing, conflicting thoughts.

(Locustkit: 1, male, kit, troublesome, moss-ball hunter)

(Oilpaw: 11, female, historian apprentice, charismatic, morbidly curious)

(Fennelspot: 64, male, cleric, insecure, valuable insight, incredible runner)

(Downstar: 66, female, leader, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

(Burdockkit: 1, male, kit, bossy, interested in Clan history)

(Clamkit: 1, female, kit, lonesome, interested in Clan history)

(Weedfoot: 56, female, deputy, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

(Rustshade: 64, male, codekeeper, sneaky, learner of lore)

#rippleclan #rippleclan clangen #clangen #warrior cats clangen #warrior cats #warriors #rippleclan story #oilpaw #rustshade #scrubmask #locustkit #burdockkit #clamkit #twinekit #fennelspot #downstar #weedfoot

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fereldanwench · 6 months

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Find the Word - Manuscript Search Tag

Tagged by @corpocyborg--Thank you so much! This is great timing too because I've been feeling the itch to get back to writing fic again.

Words to search: trust, accident, rule, suspect, understand

#1 - Trust

From an unpublished WIP that was an excuse to write a drunk Goro

“--Please, meet me on Jig-Jig Street. I will explain there.”

Well, that woke her up.

“Jig-Jig Street? What the hell–”

Goro disconnected the call and Valerie blinked before rubbing her tired face.

“So in addition to being top-tier ‘Saka scum, he’s a desperate, pathetic pervert.” Johnny lit a phantom cigarette. Valerie wished she could slap it out of his mouth. “You sure know how to pick ‘em, V.”

“You’re one to talk.” She shuffled over to the pair of clean-enough sweatpants draped over the couch.

“You’re not actually going to meet this guy right now, are you?”

“What does it look like?” Valerie asked as she tied the drawstring into a bow under her waist.

“Why are you really helpin’ him, huh? Because you’re so fucked in the head that you actually trust he’s our best shot at fixin’ this shit?” Johnny flicked the cigarette butt onto her floor. “Or because you like how he looks at you with those pretty brown eyes?”

“I don’t know, Johnny.” Valerie pulled a black sweatshirt with a faded Arasaka logo over her blue hair and then reached for the bottle of omega-blockers on the end table. She dropped two pills into her palm and took a swig of room-temperature NiCola. “Maybe both.”

#2 - Accident

From my unpublished and probably perpetually unfinished long fic WIP

Goro set his now empty glass down on the table and rubbed his face. He knew it was unwise to indulge in these thoughts. Even in the unlikely event that she, a clever, compassionate, beautiful woman reciprocated any of the ill-advised feelings that had been stewing inside him for the past few weeks, they were not feelings either of them could act on.

If all went to plan, Goro would return to Tokyo with Hanako-sama, where he would, under the best of circumstances, be reassigned, perhaps put back in the special forces. Valerie would have the Relic removed and resume her life in Night City as a reputable solo, living her corporate-free life.

And if the plan went belly-up.…

It was best to not consider that possibility.

He reached for his phone and tapped the display, accidentally activating the front-facing camera. Goro scowled at the unflattering reflection of himself and thumbed the icon he thought would take him to the home screen. Instead, the photo gallery launched.

Most of the pictures were practical in nature, a means of recording notable locations and suspicious vehicles, but he had indulged in a snapshot of the hairless cat that visited them during their stakeout. Goro decided he wanted to take a closer look at their feline visitor when he saw it was not the only subject he had caught on the rooftop: next to that photo was a blurry image of Valerie, dazzling in the golden light of the early evening sunset, smiling up at something as she pet the cat.

He realized from the angle of the picture that the something she was smiling at would have been him.

#3 - Rule

I couldn't find this one! I am doing this at work and don't have access to all my WIPs, but it wasn't in any of my Google docs or AO3 publishes. I'm sure it's somewhere in my Scrivener files, though.

#4 - Suspect

Also from my unpublished and probably perpetually unfinished long fic WIP

"How’d you end up with this hunk of junk anyway?" Valerie asked as she buckled her seat belt.

"I purchased it from a reputable dealership," Goro answered dryly.

Valerie rolled her eyes but laughed. She then conducted a rudimentary inspection of the vehicle, opening and closing the empty glove compartment before her, then fiddling with the equally uninteresting sun visor. Finding nothing of interest in front of her, Valerie turned in her seat to inspect the back of the van. It was also empty save for his small bag of personal effects.

Agitated by her senseless curiosity, Goro was about to ask her what Valerie was looking for when she spoke first.

"Are you sleeping in here?"

Her tone was gentle, unexpectedly extinguishing his irritation with her relentless prying.

"Is this another inquiry into my well-being?" He asked instead.

Valerie shrugged.

"I've slept in my car in the city. It's not particularly safe." She gave him a small smile. "Even for people like you."

Goro regarded her from the corner of his eyes. He recalled their conversation two nights ago, when he had suspected her interest in his welfare was self-serving. His paranoia had offended her so he apologized, but he was incredulous by nature and knowing the particulars of her career history did little to truly lessen his suspicion. The few classified reports Goro had been able to obtain from the Night City counter-intelligence database repeatedly praised her high interpersonal skills as key assets during operations–It was clear her disarming personality could be as much a threat as the pistol she kept strapped to her thigh.

"I will be fine," he finally said.

#5 - Understand

From Homecoming, a post-Mikoshi smut-with-feelings one-shot

"You'll have to teach me how to make some of these dishes. I never really had much opportunity, or reason, really, to cook before."

The thought of sharing such a moment with Valerie made his whole body tremble with impatience. Even just doing unscrupulous merc assignments together, it was quickly apparent they had a natural rhythm and rapport as partners. Goro suddenly found himself eager to seize on that harmony, not for their often violent duties, but to create something beautiful with Valerie. To nourish another passion he had been denied for two years.

"I will," he promised softly as he met her by the window.

Valerie tilted her head and skimmed her hand down his chest before slipping her arm around his waist. Goro swallowed, feeling a strange combination of self-satisfaction and humility as she studied him.

"I think there's still some part of me that's convinced this is some elaborate hallucination," Valerie whispered. Her free hand reached for his face, and Goro closed his eyes, allowing himself the indulgence of resting his cheek against her palm.

"I believe I understand the feeling," he said, meeting her gaze.

Lightly, tentatively, Goro brushed her cheek with his thumb. She inhaled and stiffened, and he almost retracted his hand, but Valerie pressed her lips to his in an unwavering embrace. Her skin tingled under his touch, and he felt the heavy sigh she breathed in through her nose. Goro was silently adamant that she dictate their pace, but every time one of those shuddering gasps ravaged her body, they chipped away at his resolve.

Valerie graciously deepened the kiss, moving both of her hands to the back of his neck as she moaned against his mouth. Galvanized by her fervor but still wary of her acute sensitivity, Goro brought his hands to her waist, fingers almost hovering over the black t-shirt.

"You can touch me, you know," Valerie murmured against his lips, lightly nudging the tip of her nose against his.

Aaannd I'm gonna be awful and not tag anyone because I honestly have not been in the fanfic side of fandom much this year and I have no idea who's working on stuff these days. Feel free to take these search words and carry it on, though!

#tumblr: dash games #oc: valerie v powell #c: goro takemura #ship: goro x valerie #g: cyberpunk 2077 #mine: stories #mine: wip #goro takemura #long post

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thistleation · 7 months

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Beyond our Space and Starlight: Ch4

There was a sensation of floating… in and out of consciousness, weaving and winding her way along the borderline of it, the comfort of being lifted by warm water, the safety of being held in arms that cared. Beatrice flitted through images, old memories. There were flashes of her childhood, of her parents, her time in the convent… but those faded away every time that feeling of being held returned. The emotions weren’t compatible.

Other memories came to her. Of her sisters, of Lilith and Camilla, of Mary, … of Shannon, and of a beautiful girl with twinkling brown eyes and a smile like the sun, mantled in golden light.

Then she was floating again. She really was surrounded by pleasantly warm water, and Lilith was right there next to her.

“How long was I —”

“You’ve been asleep through all of yesterday and most of today” Lilith told her, her voice came much gentler than it usually did.

“Today’s the second?”

Lilith nodded.

It was 1 year, 2 months, and 17 days since they lost Shannon.

—

It took Beatrice a while to fully regain the sense of her surroundings. They were in the baths, she was wearing a thin robe, the kind that didn’t mind getting wet, as was Lilith. She was warm, but it was a warmth that came from outside of her. It was no longer that suffusing warmth that seemed to penetrate everything until it almost seemed to come from within that had bothered her the past month or so.

The baths were possibly the most luxurious space in Cat’s Cradle. The decor was as austere as it was everywhere else, but the baths themselves offered comforts well beyond what would normally be considered conventional for a convent. Multiple basins each large enough to house multiple people, high quality oils and herbs kept on stock, some of which were being used right now.

The scents were soothing and the vapors drifted pleasantly against her cheeks.

She still felt a little faint though, a little lightheaded.

“Here, drink something.” Lilith offered her a thermos, the tone of her voice walking some of the way back to its normal timbre and rhythm, but not entirely.

It was only the two of them here.

Beatrice gratefully accepted and took a sip.

Her favorite drink — as was common knowledge — was tea in its untold variations, its warmth and aroma soothing her often too easily stimulated mind. What was less known was that on the rare occasions she allowed herself a bath for relaxation rather than practicality, Beatrice preferred cold drinks, to contrast the heat all around her.

Lilith had gotten her iced tea.

She took a deeper swig.

And she’d made it herself too. The flavor didn’t fit any of the mass-produced ones from their supplies.

Or perhaps she’d bullied the kitchen into making it for her, Beatrice couldn’t help but smile a little at the thought. Either way the attentiveness as much as the drink itself strengthened her spirits. Made her feel safe.

“Thank you.” She said it quietly.

Next to her in the water, Lilith shrugged.

There was no one else with them.

It occurred to her that Lilith must have carried her in here. She vaguely remembered the dreamlike sensation of being held and couldn’t help but blush a little at the intimacy, at the picture of vulnerability she must’ve painted.

Finally it occurred to Beatrice to ask about the whole rest of the situation.

“How is…” she searched for a word that covered it and eventually she weakly settled on, “...everything?”

Lilith’s expression turned a smidge haughty, leaning more towards the captain talking to one of her soldiers who foolishly almost got herself killed.

“Everything is fine, for the most part. We’re down one transport and one bright-touched pain in the neck. But no serious injuries besides yourself. No major emergencies for you to worry yourself over, despite how fond you are of doing so.”

Beatrice nodded with relief.

“Ava, did she—”

“She did an appreciable amount of damage to the countryside, but no sign of her. Guess she managed to get over her reluctance to kill, given the state we found you in.” Lilith tried to keep her voice light, but there was a biting coldness hiding in it. She must’ve worried for her.

Beatrice knew part of Lilith liked Ava despite herself, but Ava hurting Beatrice would have changed that opinion dramatically.

“She came back for me.” Beatrice felt compelled to say something in Ava’s defense. “After her attack, the blast that took me out, she came right away to check on me, tried her best to help me.”

Lilith narrowed her eyes slightly, giving Beatrice a long look.

“You don’t seem particularly disappointed that she escaped.”

It wasn’t an accusation — well perhaps it was a little — it was mostly just an observation. An invitation for Beatrice to elaborate.

She was silent for several seconds.

Lilith said nothing either, she merely looked at Beatrice until Beatrice finally met her gaze with a sigh.

“I told her to run. When she — I told her to run.”

Lilith let out a long breath through her nose.

“I suppose that’s not entirely without precedent.”

It was hard for Lilith to truly judge Beatrice for doing something that they’d both seen one of the people they had respected most in the universe do as well.

“But when Shannon did it, it was some random abyssal-touched gutter-child with barely any power, who wanted nothing more than to hide somewhere quiet for the rest of his life, It was very much not the most contrarian girl in the constellation who also happens to be potentially the strongest bright-touched of this generation.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Are you?” Lilith’s tone still hovered between accusatory and resigned.

“I— I don’t know…”

Another deep sigh from Lilith.

“It’s fine. Let’s hope she does have the sense to run and we never see her again. But if we do…”

“I know.”

“It’s not a mercy we can show twice, Beatrice.”

“I know.”

Lilith rubbed her temple. “Fine then, let’s leave it be. Nothing more we can do about it anyway.”

She leaned back, pushing her elbows out over the edge of the bath, the thin wet robe clinging delicately to her rising chest, a sight which Beatrice was keeping her gaze firmly away from.

Lilith noticed — as she always did — but didn’t use the opportunity to tease her about it today.

“The medics tell me your broken bones have mostly been set and mended, largely courtesy of Dagger. Some may still be a bit fragile, but all your major injuries have stabilized. They’re of the opinion that now would be a good time to break your link. I brought everything you’ll need.” She nodded behind Beatrice, to the collection of bowls, bottles, and washcloths she’d set a short distance from the bath’s edge. Cleansing oils and salves for removing mastrouza and soothing whatever wound or irritation it might have left behind.

Beatrice turned to see, a little awkwardly, a little weakly, then nodded her thanks.

Then Lilith asked the question. Her words superficially neutral but with — to Beatrice’s ear at least — an unmistakable undertone of intent .

“Would you like my help?”

CONT. on Ao3

#mind the mature tag peeps #warrior nun #warrior nun fanfic #avatrice #ava x beatrice x lilith #throuple at this point undeniable #I hope we all understood where this particular bit of worldbuilding was inevitably going #fic: BoSaS

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Demon Bride Ch15 Of Reading And Memories P2

(Warning: Kaigaku does have some wounds and some blood is mentioned, mentioning of wounds. The poem Akaza uses is linked below.

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"You...Your blood...It smells of peach blossoms....I like that."

The last thing he was expecting when he came back to rest from a strenuous day was to be lured back by the sweet scent of the beautiful bud he came to appreciate. He figured Kyogai's little minions had somehow grown some in the garden considering that's where the smell was coming from but it was very...faint. Which was odd. In fact he didn't even smell a trace of it until he was just passing by the garden on his way back from the kitchen, but there was no mistaking the smell of the sweetened fruits he's come to know and fond over so well. His day had been extremely testing of his patience anyways, so why shouldn't he pop in and make the pathetic underlings hand them over to him? After all HE was the one who was doing all the protecting and patrolling for them and he over ranked all of them including Kyogai so it's not like they could do anything about it really. ...Plus he was tired of the kitchen just serving nothing but soups and pathetic stewed vegetables. Seriously, did no one know how to cook a good wild boar?! Or did Kyogai just never import any meats!? Those peaches were rightfully deserved by him! What he hadn't expected was the sudden shift in smell the closer he got to the source of the smell. And the reality of what it actually was made him irritated and snort the sweet smell from his nostrils.

It wasn't peaches!

It was peach blossoms!

Flowers!! He had gotten sidetracked by rotten flowers! What a waste of his time! He was more annoyed now, but then a thought hit him. Why would someone around here even have peach blossoms in the first place if they didn't have any peaches? It didn't make any sense. What did make sense was for him to investigate further into this matter not only because it confused him, but also because if there was any peaches about he absolutely wanted them and would have them even if he had to use force. But what he had come onto stumped him more than the smell itself. He wasn't expecting to stumble onto Y/n reading a book of all things to some snot nosed brats and their mom!...How'd she even get out here in the first place!? Did someone carry her? Dont tell him she walked there!! He was starting to get angry again. But all of that was put to the back of his mind when he smelt the scent. Stronger. More potent than before. It was drawing him to it almost mindlessly and he could care less about the little brats screams when he just marched up behind them startling them into shrieking in fright and running to clutch onto their mother. He just found the source of the smell.

Blood. HER blood.

Pinpointed to a small harmless cut on her right index finger. Well that didn't stop him from grabbing her hand, the sweet, sweet smell intoxicating enough to be classified as it's own poison. Blue and black eyes stared at the small still open cut on her fingertip, pupils blowing thin like a cat's as he lightly growled.

"Hmph. That's a neat trick. So how'd you do it? Do humans smell like fruit after consuming the food or something? And why are you bleeding anyways?''

Well.... this certainly was the last thing you would expect. In fact it was quite surprising, enough so that it made you drop the book onto the grassy ground, your wrist entrapped by Kaigaku's hand tightly. Almost enough to be painful but not quite. You just sat there stunned at first as he stared at you...Before frowning into a scowl.

"Kaigaku, what on earth do you think you're doing!?", you demanded and in one yank you were able to pull your arm from his grip-

Kaigaku paused blinking.

.....You were able to pull your hand out of his grip?

He paused more as you...stood up?? You stood straight up your other hand rubbing your wrist with a small hiss escaping your mouth as you glared daggers at him....How were you able to stand right now?

"ACK-" He leaned back with a blink as a firm prod poked him suddenly in the middle of his forehead. It didn't hurt him, no. Nothing a human could do could really harm him (at least nothing permanent) but he was off guard enough to yelp and smack a hand to his temples where Y/n had poked him. Followed by his own scowl and mini growl aimed at her. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!?"

"FOR ALL THE SLEEPLESS NIGHTS YOU CAUSED ME!! THAT'S 'WHAT'!?", Y/n snapped back at him pointing making him blink at her hand, "AND EVERYTHING ELSE YOU'VE CAUSED ME YOU WALKING PIG'S ARSE!!"

He flinched as your hand then pushed him back next. Strong enough to push him back one step. ONLY ONE STEP but still a step. Wait-....You were able to push him back a step?

"I STAY RIGHT ACROSS FROM YOUR ROOM!! ARE YOU A FULL OF SO MUCH ENERGY THAT YOU MUST KEEP ME UP ALL NIGHT AND WAKE ME UP SO EARLY IN THE MORNING!? AND IT'S NOT JUST NIGHT OR EARLY MORNING THAT YOU DO IT TOO!! YOU'RE LOUD AT ALL TIMES OF THE DAY!!! I CAN HEAR YOUR FITHY MOUTH THROUGH MY WALLS AND IT'S BOTH ANNOYING AND DISTRACTING AND MOST OF ALL RUDE!! HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO GET BETTER IF I CAN'T SLEEP THROUGH YOUR RAMBLING!?"

He ...blinked again. ...Before shaking his head and opening his mouth-

"If you say anything vulgar in front of these children or their mother, so help me I'll have Kyogai contact whomever your 'Master' is and personally tell him everything you've done!"

THAT made Kaigaku's eyes widen before he scowled again. "Are you threatening me?" He growled in such a low tone that it might've been threatening but....You....Weren't afraid?? No. Instead Y/n placed her hands on her hips.

"No. I'm not threatening anyone. I'm just telling you exactly what I...would..." Purple eyes blinked as she paused. Her eyes gaining a look as if she was thinking 'Wait a moment', before they slowly widened and the scowl slowly melted away along with any annoyance on her face. He rose a brow at her reaction before she just blatantly pointed to his cheek. "You're bleeding!"

"....Huh?" A black nailed hand reached up to rub at his cheek. A small sting of pain came from his cheek and when he pulled back his hand, there was some red copper smelling liquid smeared lightly on it. "Oh yeah. Forgotten I had it."

"What happened to you!?"

"Tch." He rolled his eyes. Now Y/n was concerned all of a sudden? Humans were so dam weird. "Nothing I couldn't handle. Some dam idiot decided to challenge me to a Blood Battle for my title while I was out." Idiot. He didn't even follow the rules!! "The moron didn't want to wait for one of the Upper Moons to oversee the battle as witness per the rules, so I had to take care of that problem. Like I said nothing I couldn't handle." Although the idiot had slashed open his cheek. He must've had some kind of poison in his claws because his cheek was healing much slower than it normally would. Which is why he came here-

Y/n's index finger, which STILL had an open cut, directly touched the cut on his cheek. Getting some of the red blood on her own finger. "Does it hurt-"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING, WOMAN!?" He cried out and y/n blinked as he took a massive step back, instinctively reaching a hand behind him to grip the Katana handle hidden behind his head. "ARE YOU JUST TRYING TO ANNOY ME AT THIS POINT!?"

...The scowl was back on her face. "NO YOU DUNCE!! I WAS JUST TRYING TO SEE IF YOU WERE ALRIGHT!!"

"Oh! And now why would the human of all people want to do that?"

"Because I don't want to see you hurt!" He paused. "Believe it or not, I don't like to see anyone hurt especially someone who helped me out of danger's reach." She gestured at him. "You need to be more careful to not let wounds linger and take care of them."

He stared still at you blankly. Dumbly...and when you still didn't get an answer out of him, you sighed and even reached up to rub your face. Why? ...WHY must all these things happen to YOU of all people? Thousands of people in your lands and you had to be the single human to wind up in this situation. And why were demons so insistent on waiting for their wounds to magically heal up instead of taking care of themselves? First it was Kyogai with the wounds on his back and now Kaigaku was acting like a spoiled child who didn't get the sweets he wanted. The only difference was that Kyogai had listened and let Eri treat him after you asked him to let her, but something told you Kaigaku would more likely say 'Please' than listen to anyone trying to help him. Sigh....Well you couldn't just sit by and in good conscience let him stay hurt. Could you? No. So when your purple eyes just happened to scan behind him as he still stared, and saw the small garden's stream, you began to it. Kaigaku blinked as Y/n just casually stepped aside him and walked right on past him.....WAIT!! SINCE WHEN COULD SHE WALK LET ALONE STAND BY HERSELF!? Y/n walked all the way over to the small stream that was present and there she stood for a moment as he just stared at her...before Rasing a brow as she began doing something he couldn't see.

"Hey! What the hell are you doing?"

He got no reply which irked him more.

"Are you deaf!? I said what are-"

RRIIIIIPPPP!!! He was interrupted by the sounds of what sounded like cloth being torn and Y/n all of a sudden knelt down to dip a balled up fist into the water.

"....Seriously. What ARE you doing!?"

Y/n still didn't answer as she lifted her hand back out of the water squeezing an object clenched within her fingers, and he finally saw what it was. It was a piece of cloth the same color as the plain Kimono she wore. Water dripped from the cloth as she squeezed it before giving it a few shakes and standing back up, turning as she did to face him. And he found out where the cloth came from when he saw the clear rip in her other sleeve from where it must've been ripped from. With a serious face, she approached him. Arms outstretched to his face and cloth dripping wet.

"Hold still!"

Kaigaku jumped back another step as you approached. "I'll ask again. WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?"

"I'm going to clean your cut. DUH!"

"HELL NO!! I'M NOT LETTING YOU TOUCH ME!!!"

"Then take this and clean the cut yourself!" You said thrusting the cloth back at him making him take another step back, his back facing the tree. "The least you can do is take care of yourself."

"It'll heal on it's own! I don't need random humans fretting over me like you are!" Another step back-

"What is with men and insisting they're fine when they're clearly bleeding!? JUST TAKE THE CLOTH!!" You kept your hand forward to him as you stepped forward, making him again step back away from you,...and you paused. Kaigaku's back would end up hitting the tree if he kept backing up and didn't look where he was going...That was an idea. So you kept stepping. "Here! Just take it! I won't even have to touch you then!''

"NO! As if I'll rub my face with anything that touched human skin for a long period of time!" Just a few more steps to go.

"Stop being a big baby and just take it or hold still so I can do it!"

"I ALREADY SAID NO!! LEAVE ME ALONE!! FUCK OFF!!"

"You came and bothered me first! And not until you're taken cared of!"

"What is with you and-" His back came into contact with something hard and his head turned to see that he had backed up into the tree Y/n had been previously leaning against. Taking this chance, you leapt forward closing the distance between you both and reaching your hand out. The sudden movement made him snap back his face to you inhumanly fast. "THE FUCK ARE YOU-"

The words died on his tongue as soon as it hit him. An overpowering smell of blossoms. PEACH blossoms. It caught him so off guard that it stunned him for a moment, and he stood there in surprise but nothing could catch him more off guard then what he saw and felt next. A velvet like softness touched his face, like nothing he had ever really felt before, like a Featherly gentleness just gingerly keeping him put in place as beautiful lilac purple orbs pierced through the veils of flowers and gentle rain pierced through blood staining his skin, wiping it away like a gentle rain refreshing the dirtied earth once more.

"There. See? It's not so bad," you spoke gently like you would to a scared child, even smiling at the silent Kaigaku who did not dare move. One hand cupping his unharmed cheek to keep his head still, while the other gently rubbed the cloth over his cut on his other cheek. It didn't look very serious or deeply slashed and the bleeding had stopped long ago, thank goodness, but it needed to be cleaned as did the smeared blood around it. You supposed the blood wasn't too smudged on because it all came off rather quickly when you ran the wet cloth around the cut before directly cleaning said cut. All the while Kaigaku did not move an inch, not even flinching when you finished cleaning him up. When all was said and done, you released him and took a step back to give him small smiling. "See? It didn't take that long, and now your wound looks so much better."

He still didn't react to what you said, but he did blink and looked down when you all of a sudden grabbed one of his hands and rose a brow at it. His hands still had some smudged red on it from when he rubbed at his cheek earlier, and he finally flinched when you began running the still wet cloth over the small stains.

"W-WHAT A-A-ARE YOU DOING!?," he finally managed to bark out, instinctively balling his fists against your hold.

"I'm cleaning all the blood off you....And stop that! You're crushing my fingers! Are you trying to hold my hand or something-"

"F-FUCK NO!!" Immediately the grip disappeared and his voiced raised just half a pitch higher. It made you raise your brows and glance at him..before continuing to wipe off his hand. "Y-YOU'RE FUCKING NUTS IF YOU THINK I'D WANT TO DO THAT WITH ANYONE!! LEAST OF ALL PEOPLE YOU!!"

"Goodness. Thank you so much for that reassurance." You rolled your eyes with a deadpanned tone before dropping his hand and holding up both of yours. "And you're all clean. See? It didn't take too long and it didn't harm you at all. Now did it?"

"Dam woman!" He hissed pulling his hand to himself almost defensively. "I swear if you didn't need so much time to heal, I would've just kicked you right o-"

"OK!! I FOUND IT!!" The cheery voice of Eri sing songed her way out as the spider looking demon came bounding out of the door, her box of medicines in hand. "Sorry it took me so long to find it, but I misplaced it, and Lord Kyogai pulled me aside for a progress report. But I found it now so I'll be able to-" She stopped both walking and talking when she saw the small spider family huddled together, as well as Kaigaku still with his back against the tree, and you standing directly in front of him. She stared for a while before speaking again. "Uh..L-Lord Kaigaku! I wasn't expecting you. Um...Did I miss something?"

"Nothing too important," you answered her before Kaigaku could even say something. "In fact you came back right on time."

Kaigaku made to move- "ACK-"

Your hand shot out and grabbed him by the sleeve, yanking him back harder than he expected. "Would you tend to his cheek wound please? I'd rather know he was looked after."

"Um..." She looked between you and Kaigaku's deep scowl for a moment before shaking her head. "Um. Sure. It would be my pleasure."

You weren't sure why Kaigaku stayed still when Eri got that foul smelling green goop of hers out of her box and smeared it all over the cut on Kaigaku's cheek until he looked like he had a green blob just sitting on his face. Maybe he knew you'd fight him until he did get looked after. No matter. You were satisfied knowing that he was at least taken cared of.

"That ought to be enough, but maybe we should have Eri take your temperature. Your face is red-" Your hand barely grazed his forehead before he yanked himself away from all of you and began stomping off towards the mansion again.

"FUCK OFF!! I DON'T NEED YOUR PITY OR ANYONE ELSE'S FOR THAT MATTER!!"

"Gods! A thank you would be nice!", you shouted after his stomping form annoyed. He ignored you of course, and didn't stop even when he disappeared back into the mansion. "What is his problem? Does he just like to annoy people?"

"Lord Kaigaku is....difficult. You shouldn't worry too much over him." Eri shook her head. "But what happened while I was gone?"

"Nothing but Kaigaku being annoying and rude again!"

"Ah...Well anyways since I have my kit here, I can take care of your papercut now."

"Huh? Oh. I forgot about that."

"Yes well-" You didn't fight Eri when she grabbed your hand even though you were still holding the cloth you used to clean off Kaigaku with. But Eri had paused seeing your hand and blinking. "Huh? Hey. Your finger has already been cleaned of blood."

"Oh yeah. It must've happened when I dunked my hand in the stream." Eri rose a brow at you. "It's a long story."

"Well no matter. It'll save me the trouble of cleaning the cut then!" You agreed and watched as she looked when you stuck out your pointer finger and she looked at it...before again frowning. "...Was the cut on your other hand?"

"What? No, it was on this hand. Why?"

"Because there's no cut on this finger."

"What?" You looked to your finger and sure enough, Eri wasn't lying. There was indeed no cut on your finger. Blinking, you immediately held up your other hand and looked on your other pointer finger in case you had somehow remembered wrong and the cut was there instead. But there was no cut on that finger either. "I-...That doesn't make any sense! I had a cut just less than five mintues ago! I could still feel it's sting then!"

Eri, seeming to be at a loss for words, looked between you and your hands before just shrugging. "Well...It was just a tiny measly papercut. It must've healed by itself by now." She let go of your hand with a shrug. "We should just be glad it doesn't require any actual medical attention then!"

You blinked and just stared at your hands. "I...guess."

"Come on. You were in the middle of reading a story right? Let us calm down the children by reading some more. They seem frightened."

You shook your head. "R-Right. By the way, what did Kyogai want to ask you?"

"Oh don't worry about it. Nothing really." She waved you off. "It's not important anyways."

The busy mansion had become less busy now that January and mating season were finally over. Thank the gods. He wasn't sure how much he could take documenting the countless deaths and marriages that happened this year brought. His hands were used to working so it was rare that they would ever get sore or tired, but this year was a good contender for almost making it happen. So for now he could just sit back and relax while he wrote out his monthly report to be sent to the Master. He had to admit, his Master would probably be irked that this report was a little late because of the amount of work dogpiled onto him, but better late than never. The smell of ink was almost drowned out by the sent of cooked chicken and rice that had been presented to him for lunch just a moment ago. Good. He was starting to get pretty hungry. A pair of chopsticks plucked a piece of a plump chicken meat from the bowl-....Before they were immediately placed back down with a sigh.

"I wonder what it is this time."

He heard him before he saw him. The angry stomping that got closer and closer until angry mumbles joined that sound and he could literally count the seconds until it happened- SLAM!!

"KYOGAI!!!"

The sliding door was slammed open and Kyogai sighed as the younger Upper Moon stomped his way inside. He didn't need to look up to find out who exactly it was. He couldn't have knocked?

"Good afternoon, Kaigaku. What is it that bothers you now?"

"WHAT WAS THAT PROGRESS REPORT FROM YOUR HEALER ABOUT THE HUMAN!?," the angry black haired demon demanded before stopping just in front of his desk. Arms crossed and glaring at him. "SHE'S TAKING TOO LONG TO HEAL AND I WANT TO KNOW WHY!!"

"Y/n."

"....What?"

"Her name is Y/n you know. Perhaps you should start calling her by her name instead of simply calling her 'The Human' all the time."

"Whatever! I want to know what's up with her!"

"*sigh* Nothing really. According to Eri, she's healing extremely well. It seems Enmu's medical teas are doing the trick. She's walking but I told Eri to make sure she doesn't try to do anything that'd put strain back on her body until Enmu comes back in a few weeks. But why are you so worried all of a sudden?"

"I'M NOT FUCKING WORRIED ABOUT THE HUMAN!!! I just wanted to know what was taking so long for her heal is all!!"

"Kaigaku, humans and our kind are vastly different. A simple heal for us will take weeks or months for them. We must be patient with our more fragile counterparts. She won't take too longer to heal anyhow. You could learn a thing or two of patience." He paused smelling a rather foul smell. "...What's that smell?" Turning his head, he found the source noticing the green ointment smeared on his face. "Ah. I see you met Eri before coming here-...Why is your face red?" Was he that angry at something?

Kaigaku seemed to fumble for a moment looking almost startled before hissing. "NO!! IM FUCKING FINE!! I JUST NEEDED TO KNOW WHAT WAS WRONG WITH HER IS ALL!! ARE YOU SURE SHE'S NOT SICK IN THE HEAD!?"

"She's fine, and she's healing steadily. So there's nothing to stress yourself over about."

"Then why did you want a medical report?"

"To make sure things were fine and they are. And to ask something of Eri."

"What?!"

Instead of answering he just held up the food and of course, the younger demon yanked it out of his grasp. Kaigaku must've been rather hungry from whatever he had been doing because he began scarfing down his dinner almost as soon as he grabbed hold of it. Sigh. Too bad. He was looking forward to that meal. Oh well. He'll just have Mayla bring him an extra big dinner to make up for the lack of a meal.

"Akaza will be coming here in two to three days time to retreive the surviving Spider Family members-" Kaigaku stopped stuffing his face immediately, looking at him, cheeks puffed out full of food and a few pieces of rice sticking to his face. Messy. "-and escort them to Douma's cult." His brow rose as Kaigaku gulped down on said food. "...So I highly suggest being kind to Miss Y/n."

"Bah! Akaza's too soft hearted to weaklings-"

"You mean women and children? If I remember right last time you two met up, you insulted a woman in front of him and he proceeded to 'train' you until your hands couldn't hold your sword anymore." Kaigaku remained silent. "Like I said you best behave." When the other man looked away, Kyogai smiled and turned to finish writing his report.

"Tch! What do you two know anyways! After all, by law she's my fiance."

He stopped in his tracks again before snapping to Kaigaku stuffing his face again. "....Excuse me?"

He huffed smugly and almost proudly as he just continued stuffing his face. "Hmph. She's the one who offered something to me when I asked if she had a dowry, even if she didn't know what the implications were or not, by law that makes us engaged."

"WHAT!?" Kyogai scowled at him almost hissing. "That doesn't apply to this situation!"

"Oh really? How doesn't it?"

"You know how! She won't be here within a few weeks anyways! The Master would want us to fix your problem not add to it!"

"I know that! But it's a fact you should know."

...Kyogai's brow rose higher. Not sure why Kaigaku felt the need to tell him that useless detail, but he would make sure to keep an especially closer eye on him from now on.

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"OW!"

Another papercut was gained to you, but this time on your other hand and just a little while after you had just gotten the last one.

"Hold still so I can bandage it for you. Then you can finish the poem you were reading."

Thank goodness Eri decided to start carrying her medical box again after the small incident.

"Spring is a season that radiates warmth, new beginnings, and positive energy. It denotes a calm and peaceful atmosphere with a clear blue sky. The days are radiant, lovely, and peaceful with a golden sun. When the land wakes up it becomes a good mother to all, delivering food and giving life to the darkness-"

A small white hand reached over into your vision and you smiled looking up at one of the children who pointed a finger at one word written and made some kind of noise in question before looking at you expectantly.

"Oh! Atmosphere? That's just another name for the heavens."

It had been almost two days since Kaigaku's little tantrum and it seemed whatever you said to him made him shut up since you weren't woken up at random times in the middle of the night or kept up or woken up really early in the morning anymore!...Well almost shut up. You still heard him and saw him a few times cursing something or someone out before stomping off in anger. But those incidents only happened in the middle of the day and you weren't always present for them being outside more in the garden away from the inside. So it seemed at least something had gotten through that thick skull of his for once. In the meantime you still joined Eri in the garden and the girls and their mother had shown up again and again. The mother still seemed reluctant to be near you which was probably why she chose to sit near Eri instead but she didn't stop her children from interacting with you, and the children had seemingly grown bolder. Getting close enough to peek at the words inside the pages you held, one even pointing at a word she did not understand and making a sound in question before pointing to another and asking you the same noise. Although none of you noticed the approaching footsteps before they stopped in the doorway curious to what he suddenly saw.

"That's radiant. It's just another way of saying something is wonderful or beautiful or the like." You pointed at her. "Like you." Then at her sister. "And you."

You weren't sure if they could understand you or not but they both smiled at what they interpreted as a compliment and you smiled widely at them. With a smile still on your face you motioned to the book. "Shall I continue reading?" They made a few noises that sounded like a yes to you so you turned back to the book and started to read. "The days of long cold winters sleep has risen to make way to other corners of the lands for his sisters Spring and Summer to come take his place, and embrace us all in the treasures they bring. The strength-....Oh."

"What is it?," Eri asked as you just stared at the page you were on before you flipped a few good pages before stopping.

"That's where all the stories and poems end." You held up the book which still had plenty of pages read, but all of them were blank. "I guess whoever was writing in it didn't get to finish it yet." Come to think of it...Who WAS the one writing this book? The writing was all so detailed and beautifully done, so it was obvious that whoever wrote it was talented..You would ask Kyogai about it later today. "There's nothing else to read yet."

The girls made some kind of disappointed noise that was so like human it literally caught you off guard for a good moment ...before Eri frowned at them and chittered something you couldn't understand but she said, "Don't be like that! She can't help it if the rest wasn't written."

You didn't pay her much mind however. There was something that made you pause and it was the mother demon. She was looking away from all of you back towards the mansion and you wondered why-

"Well what would you say would finish that sentence about strength, Madam Y/n?"

You snapped back to Eri with a blink, not noticing the approaching footsteps stepping a top the soft grass before a voice spoke out to you all.

"Strength!" It made everyone who wasn't looking that direction jump and snap their heads towards the direction to the approaching man. "Mental, physical, emotional, and raw. Strength keeps you going when you feel you can go on no more." He stopped just a few yards away from you all and held up a hand before with a popping of bones it snapped inhumanly fast into a tight fist. "If you're wondering if you're strong, the answer is always yes. Don't underestimate the silent strength that you don't even know you possess."

Your whole group had different reactions. Immediately the two children scurried back to the safety of their mother who just still stared, Eri paled to such extremes that she might've died right then and there, and you just stared at the man before you. He looked...so strange. So unhuman. His skin was almost a perfect white but was tinged grey-green lightly, and he had blue stripe marks all over his body. You could see them all as clear as day in a strange pattern you've never seen before and he too had a long tail swishing behind him like Kaigaku's only thicker and longer similar to an opossum's you've seen in the wild. Like most other demons you've seen he had pointed years that were also blue along with his fingers and toes, but strangely all his nails were a striking red that contrasted with the rest of the colors on his body. But what stood out to you the most was his facial features as they were the most striking. His hair, eyebrows, and (most strangely) his lashes were the most beautiful shade of pink you'd ever seen, but his eyes were what stood out to you most. They were completely light blue with small black veins leading to two gold yellow orbs that had kanji where the pupils should be. You couldn't read them too well from how small they were printed on his face and how far from him you were sitting, but they translated somewhat to 'Upper Three'. Other than his appearance there wasn't anything too odd about him. His clothes were plain. Just a pair of biege-ish pants tied around his waist with a small blue pouch attached to it's side, a dark magenta vest resting over his shoulders, and a pair of beaded anklets settled on his legs. You both continued to stare at one another before you rose a brow and slowly broke the silence.

"That..was a very lovely analogy of the term of strength." You wearily eyed him and the fist still raised but gave a relieved sigh as he gave a small smile and lowered it.

"I thank you," he thanked you back with a small bow of his head smiling wider. "I pride myself on knowing all about strength no matter what definition of it is used, so I am glad someone thinks I do well to know it."

You nodded back to him but rose your brow further. "I hope you don't mind me asking this, but who are you? I've never seen you before and I would've remembered seeing someone with your unique features in the mansion."

He actually chuckled a little bit. "I'll take that as a compliment.'' Pressing a hand to his chest, he bowed from the waist slightly. "I am Akaza, Upper Moon Three of the Twelve Kizuki." You paused. Wait...Did he just say he was- "And you are a human who smells of amaryllis blooms."...Wot- "Those flowers symbolizes strength, although I have only seen them once when my Master was trading botany many years ago. Nonetheless, I find them appealing. You have very wise selections in perfume."

Perfume?....You weren't wearing any perfume. What was he talking about? Before you could say anything there was a sudden movement that startled you, in the form of Eri throwing herself onto the ground in a deep bow.

"L-LORD AKAZA!! F-FORGIVE ME!! I-IF I WOULD'VE KNOWN Y-Y-YOU'D BE COMING TODAY I WOULD'VE GATHERED A LUNCH FROM THE KITCHEN FOR YOU!!," she practically shouted in both fear and nerves and she dug her forehead deep into the grass below. "PLEASE FORGIVE ME!!"

LORD AKAZA!? TWELVE KIZUKI!? Wait a second- Your purple eyes widened before they snapped back to the demon who's smile seemed to gain a little bit of sadness. He was another member of this Twelve Kizuki you kept hearing about!! First Kaigaku and Kyogai, then that Enmu man, and now this man. Akaza he said his name was right? The man hummed almost sadly but approached forward without speaking until he stood before Eri and kneeled down to one knee. You jumped when he held out a hand and slowly lowered it towards her form-

SMACK!!

The spider family froze. Eri jumped but didn't move from her knelt position. And Akaza froze..his hand still held out but was smacked away with enough force to no longer be held over Eri. And he blinked. .....Did you just smack his hand? He turned to you blankly, surprised as you frowned at him. Having quickly rose to your knees and practically leaning over Eri almost as if in a protective stance between her and him.

"Ok! Listen you!" You pointed right at his face making his eyes cross to look at your hand. "I don't care what moon phase you claim to be! I have been both insulted, and scared by two of you already!! And don't get me started on what a pervert that one man came off as! I don't care if you're offended or not!! YOU KEEP YOUR HANDS OFF ERI!!"

There was silence.

You stared at him. He stared at you. The spider family looked on horrified as the only silent witnesses. Before Akaza spoke again.

"I wasn't going to harm her."

"...What?"

"I wasn't going to harm her," he repeated again. He wasn't mad? Raising a brow as if almost offended he'd be accused of something like that. "I'd NEVER harm a woman. Especially one much weaker than myself and unarmed."

"I-" You blinked. "Then what were you-"

"I simply wanted her to stop kneeling before me. She has no need to and I don't want her too." You turned silent when he slowly turned back to Eri whome remained still. "Eri is it now? Kyogai has mentioned you as a healer correct? Can you please do a request for me?"

"O-Of course!" You yelped back as Eri suddenly sat up immediately with a strained smile on her face. Boy she was fast. "W-What ever my lords need, I'll be s-s-sure to deliver!"

Akaza smiled happily at her. "That's wonderful! I thank you for your assistance. I heard you are a healer, so I don't suppose you will look over the dear woman and her children before I take them away from here would you?"

She immediately nodded. "Of course, My Lord! I can do that easily!"

"Then it's settled! Oh! That reminds me.'' You could only watch as he stood back up and went for the pouch on his side. "I brought this for the little ones!" You both could only watch dumbfounded as the man turned and ...WALKED ON HIS KNEES!? Over to the small spider family whom was still frozen scared maybe, and leaned forward in a...bow. And chittered away something to the mother-

"Eri."

"Ah!" Said demon jumped when you spoke. "In gods name, Miss Y/n. PLEASE don't do that when I'm anxious."

You ignored her nodded to the strange new man whom by now had held out the small pouch to her in offering. "What is he saying to them?"

"Isn't is obvious?" ...You deadpanned looked to her. "...Oh. Right. Can't speak our tongue. *ahem* He's greeting her and explaining why he's here. He's also giving a gift of konpeito candy. I told you he is very kind to women and children."

You opened your mouth-

CRUNCH!!

You were both interrupted by the sounds of teeth crunching hard candy in their mouths and the sounds of Akaza clapping happily at the small girls who were happily raiding the small bag he had gifted them. Their mother chittering something with a worried look.

"Do not worry," Akaza assured her, "I did not get a lot, and the travel to your new home with burn off any sugar they consume. However I want to get you all a good meal before we leave. You'll need the strength for the long journey, especially your beautiful little ones. I shall bring some out to you all...And while I shall be inside..." There was a popping of bones as his hands dug into fists on his legs and a small vein appeared on his head as he turned to you and Eri, despite his sweet smile and calm tone not changing. "I believe you mentioned before some of my fellow ranks being cruel to you, causing you to lash out at me earlier. I apologize on their behalf. Would they happen to be the two that's currently inside?"

You blinked. "You mean Kyogai and Kaigaku? Oh no. Not Kyogai!" You explained holding up your hands. "He's been nothing but polite and kind to everyone I've seen, including myself. Kaigaku however has been rather rude." You frowned, still remembering how rude he's been. "He's very difficult like a spoiled child."

....He inhaled and let out a sweet chuckle. "That sounds like him alright. But I'm sure he'll cause you no more problems! He's a quick learner despite his temper. ....Excuse me, Ladies." He slowly stood before bowing to all of you still smiling. "I shall return with some food shortly. After they have eaten and have been looked over I'll take them. Please pardon me."

With a quick turn of his heel, Akaza quickly spun around and quite stiffly, began walking back towards the mansion in long strides, his fists still balled at his sides.

"Oh no."

"Oh no?" You snapped back to Eri. "Oh no?" You repeated raising a brow at Eri. "What do you mean 'Uh oh'?"

"Well...I think you might've doomed Lord Kaigaku." She guiltily looked at you as you froze.

"Eri. What do you mean?"

"W-Well...Remember when I said Lord Akaza was v-very gentle to women and children? He hates men who're rude or otherwise to them, which...Lord Kaigaku is. Everyone knows the two of them don't exactly get along well, and by you mentioning your frustrations with him...You kinda set him up for Lord Akaza to..fight him."

You froze for a moment. Her words slowly sinking into your mind. And only one word escaping your mouth.

"CRAP!!"

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rollofleaf · 8 months

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Wrote a little intro as if Taliira was an origin character. Inspired by @commander-lariel , @angrygoatwoman , @dujour13 , and @turbulentpumpkin43

A massive spider stares up at you with bizarrely intelligent eyes, skittering back a few steps before it begins to transform. Legs meld into its form, eyes disappear, it stands upright and you soon find yourself staring at a drow. Her skin is near-black and her hair is a beautiful silver, her face decorated with a tattoo mimicking a tree. Her eyes are striking, a deep red that seems to be slowly fading to purple. She shields her eyes from the sun and gives you a slight bow. She's dressed in a simple chain shirt with a holy symbol of Selune around her neck.

"Please, I've no desire to harm you. Just leave me be." She shrinks away from you, her voice quivering in fear as she steps back into the comfort of some nearby shade.

As your eyes meet hers, the tadpole writhes and squirms, overcoming you with visions. Images flash through your head. A tangled web of intrigue, beautiful women and fine food, a life full of pleasure yet so hollow. A ray of moonlight pierces it, giving clarity, peace, and regret. You see through her eyes, desperately fleeing a black city into a starry sky that finally brings relief.

The drow cautiously steps forward before shrinking back into the shade. "You're infected. Like me. And..." She shakes her head and steps out again. One hand shades her eyes while the other reaches out to shake yours. "I am Taliira Mel'thaal. I know what I am, but I'm not a monster like most drow. I'm trying not to be, at least. Would you permit me to come with you in search of a cure? I'm finally free of Menzoberranzan, I'd rather not tarnish this freedom by becoming a mind flayer."

The fear in her eyes mixes with hope as she fully emerges from the shadow, glancing around like a skittish cat. "T-thank you, I'm indebted to you. I'm quite eager to actually see and learn about the surface, but how do you stand this light? Ah, it doesn't matter. Shall we go?"

#baldurs gate 3 #bald guy 3 #oc: taliira mel'thaal #love this idea

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yandere-writer-momo · 1 year

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Heart Shaped Wound: Yandere Various Baki x Reader

Chapter 21

Author’s note: you’re getting Kiyosumi, your future stalker in this chapter.

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(Your name) had a great time with Katsumi last night, he made it hard to leave in the morning with how warm he was. Not to mention the tight grip he had on her, Katsumi tried his best to get her to stay with him a little longer.

(Your name) smiled at the mental image of how cute Katsumi was when he was sleepy. Not to mention how attractive his voice was when he first woke up. It was a little deeper and raspy.

“Sensei! There’s two doves outside!” Yuki squealed, her body bobbing up and down in excitement.

(Your name) smiled at the young girl before directing the students’ attention back on their English lesson.

Her eyes drifted out to see the two doves sitting together in a tree. One of the doves leaning its head into the other dove’s affectionately.

What a beautiful avian couple.

Kureha groaned as he flipped through his medical notes. It would appear as if (your name) has yet again rejected his advances.

He just didn’t understand why she wasn’t into him. Kureha knew he was attractive. Perhaps it was because he was a bit on the feminine side. Yet he had a feeling (your name) secretly liked submissive men.

Kureha sighed to himself glancing at the notes he’s written about her so far. He wanted to know more. He needed to know more about her and how she was able to withstand Hanayama’s brute strength with minimal damage.

Maybe he should ask her out to dinner instead?

(Your name) was thrilled to finally have a day to herself. A day without a date. Plus she could finally open the gift Hanayama had given her.

(Your name) made her way down the busy streets, a certain drunk catching her eye. It would appear he was mentally struggling with how his face was buried in his hands, a bottle of sake sitting beside him.

“Hello.” (Your name) slowly approached Kiyosumi, treating him as if he was a wounded animal. Her hands out so she wouldn’t frighten him into fight mode. She could tell from his muscles that he was a fighter of some sort and she should never underestimate someone based on appearance.

Kiyosumi glanced up, his dark eyes wide at who was in front of him. His angel was here again. He scolded himself for getting so drunk again. Kiyosumi had tried to be sober but he was disheartened when he hadn’t seen her again.

And he knew that it would not be socially acceptable to admit to her that he had been searching for her over the last few days. She’d probably think he was more of a creep than a loser if he did.

“Hello.” Kiyosumi muttered, his face flushing a bit under her sympathetic gaze. He couldn’t stand how much she seemed to pity him. Kiyosumi didn’t want to come off as a charity case to her.

“I haven’t seen you in a few days. How have you been?” (Your name) plopped herself next to Kiyosumi. She could smell the liquor on him from here as well as a mixture of cheap cigarettes, musk, smoke, and leather.

Kiyosumi’s eyes widened before he cleared his throat to compose himself. He couldn’t remember the last time someone asked about his well being. It was a foreign feeling but not one that made him uncomfortable.

“I’ve been the same.” Kiyosumi replied, his voice cracking a bit since he was screaming at the bar tender prior to sitting on the curb. Kiyosumi has been at an all time low as of late.

(Your name) hummed, her eyes skimming over the dark circles under his eyes and the slight gauntness in his cheeks. Seems he wasn’t sleeping or eating well. (Your name) wondered what his story was for him to end up in such a state.

“Have you eaten anything?” (Your name) asked, her expression softening at his frantic eyes. He reminded her a lot of an injured stray cat. It was so disheartening to see how much he struggled to ask for help when he clearly needed it. Depression was an awful disorder to have and she’s seen a lot of people succumb to it over her short life. A lot of people resort to drugs and alcohol to try to silence the despair they feel but it always ends up making it worse.

“No-“

“How about I get you something to eat? It’s important to eat a few nutritionist meals throughout the day.” (Your name) gently placed her hand on the back of his leather jacket, his tears watering up a bit. Kiyosumi couldn’t remember the last time someone had been so kind to him.

“Thank you.” Kiyosumi replied, (your name) smiling at him.

“Of course. I hope you start to get better, mister.” (Your name) stood up, her eyes looking around for a food stand or restaurant. She believed soup would probably be the best for him since he was intoxicated still,

“My name is Katou Kiyosumi. I’m a mechanic.” Kiyosumi muttered, (your name) smiling down at him.

“My name is (your full name). I’m a kindergarten teacher.” Kiyosumi thought it was interesting how his angel was a kindergarten teacher just like Katsumi’s girlfriend was. It was such a strange coincidence… almost as if… she couldn’t be Katsumi’s girl right? She gave him her full name so she was interested in him right?

Kiyosumi watched her as she walked across the street to get him something to eat, his hands tightly clutching his pants in anxiousness. He could feel his head spinning and his stomach twisting as his mind began racing. She couldn’t be Katsumi’s girlfriend or she wouldn’t be so kind to him. Katsumi has everything, he doesn’t need her too.

Kiyosumi felt like he was going to be sick. He stood up, hastily making his way towards the garbage can to empty out the contents of his stomach. His body shaking as the self doubt came back. God he was such a loser.

“Kiyosumi? Are you alright?” Kiyosumi turned his head around to see a concerned (your name) holding a container of soup in her hand.

“I’m alright…” Kiyosumi replied, his body recoiling when she outstretched a napkin to him. The rough texture of the napkin rubbing against his lips as she wiped the vomit off his face.

“Don’t push yourself so much.” (Your name) smiled at him, trying her best to cheer him up. She handed him the soup. “You should eat before you take some rest in a bit.”

“Thank you.” Kiyosumi didn’t know what to say. He thought she would’ve ran when she saw him throw up. He was going to savor every second of her attention that he had.

“I hope you feel better. Take care of yourself, Kiyosumi.” (Your name) told him with a smile. Kiyosumi frowned when he realized she was leaving. He was such a loser.

“Will I see you again?” He asked, (your name) flashing him a grin.

“Hopefully when you’re not drunk again.” (Your name) waved at him. “I’ll hopefully see you next time sober.”

Kiyosumi took one last glance at his soup taking in a deep breath. Hopefully he would be sober next time. He needed to get clean, maybe she’d go out with him if he got his crap together? The thought of her entertaining him with her time was enough to motivate him to better himself a bit.

Hopefully next time he could get her something to eat instead of buying himself liquor.

But now he at least knew her name and that she was a kindergarten teacher so that would narrow down his time searching around for her. He couldn’t wait to see more of his anngel every chance he had now.

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Author’s note: congratulations, you have a stalker now. Thanks for reading!

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