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4ngel-inc · 3 months

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｡･:*:･ﾟᰔ 𝓑𝓤𝓝𝓖𝓞 𝓢𝓣𝓡𝓐𝓨 𝓓𝓞𝓖𝓢 — WHEN THEY HURT YOUR FEELINGS

notes — i wrote this for myself & my fellow sensitive bbs :'))

warnings — kinda insecure reader in some, pretty suggestive, a little angst but all with happy endings !!

DAZAI — it hurts your feelings when one of dazai's ex-flings walks up to your table one night when you two are having dinner at your favorite restaurant, "ah- funny seeing you here, osamu. who's the lucky lady?" you glance up when you hear her call him by his first name, and the blood instantly drains from your face—she's absolutely gorgeous. it's clear dazai is only being polite as he offers a bit of small talk before his ex leaves, but she wasn't exactly friendly towards you, and that makes you a little nervous. you ask him about her on the way home, but he doesn't offer much information—"it was just a casual thing, nothing serious, i'm sure she understands." he wraps his arm around your waist tighter, protecting you from the chilly air with his coat wrapped around you, and you start to wonder, what makes you so special that he kept you around? will he grow tired of you as well? you voice your concerns that night before bed, speaking lowly as you're fluffing the pillows, "osamu, what is it you like about me?" he looks offended at that, "darling! what do you mean? i love everything about my sweet angel," he circles the bed, but you step back a little. "stop it, 'samu, i'm not special, why did you pick me?" he looks hurt, but smiles after a moment, pulling you in so he can cradle your face, "i wasn't as awful as you might think, love, i've been a true gentleman to everyone i've dated. and anyways, i didn't choose you, my heart did—i've been yours since the moment we met, i don't know how else to explain it, darling."

CHUUYA — chuuya is always very careful not to hurt your feelings, he's a gentleman in all things, putting your happiness before his own and making sure you feel safe and wanted. truthfully, he's the best boyfriend you could ever ask for, and most times, you're just downright spoiled. however, his work does take up a lot of his time, and though you've assured him you understand, sometimes, you do feel a little lonely. there are a few nights in a row he comes home without kissing you as he walks in, and he simply goes to bed while you're still on the couch watching tv without so much as an "i love you" first. you're really hurt, but you don't want to come off as needy—chuuya already has a lot to deal with at work, so you simply brush it aside. however, after a few more nights of the same thing, you crack. "chuuya?" you whisper as you peek your head into the bedroom. "mmh- yeah?" his voice is sleepy, and you feel a little bad for waking him, but you need to talk this through. "can we talk?" he sits up at that, turning on the beside lamp, "something wrong, princess?" you run your fingers through his hair before speaking, "chu," you sigh, "it really hurts my feelings when you go to bed without so much as a 'goodnight' or even a kiss, am i getting on your nerves lately or something?" his eyes widen, and he pulls you in, crushing you to him as he kisses your hair, "no- no, no, no, no. of course not. i've just been busy, angel, i'm so sorry. i'll call off work tomorrow, we'll spend the whole day together, yeah?" you smile and climb on top of him, "hmm, well, i think we should stay up all night tonight, then, what do you think?"

SIGMA — sigma absolutely hates the idea of hurting your feelings, it's almost like a foreign concept to him. he can't imagine doing anything to hurt you when his greatest goal in life is to simply keep you around for as long as possible, to love you and make you smile every single day—he's still searching for himself, and he wants to do it with you by his side. you just make him feel so warm and happy, he never wants to lose that. however, when you walk up to him one night on the casino floor, he's talking and laughing with a very beautiful woman, and it stings a little—you eye her hand as she slides it down his arm, clearly aiming to grab at his hand before his eyes dart over to you and he pulls away. "babe! what a surprise, i'm so happy to see you!" you don't answer, only eyeing the woman before she scoffs and walks away. "sigma, love, who was that?" you're trying not to let jealousy get the best of you—it's such an ugly feeling, after all. "huh? oh, just a customer. it's her first time here, she just wanted to tell me how much she likes the casino!" sigma really has no idea how beautiful he is, but his humble nature is just one thing you adore about him. he frowns when you don't answer, only watching the woman as she walks away. "babe? something wrong?" he panics a little, but the taste of your lips soothes him when you pull him in for a kiss that's probably much too passionate for others to be seeing. you hum as you pull away, "nothing at all, you just look gorgeous today, i needed a kiss."

FUKUZAWA — fukuzawa actually hurts your feelings a lot, sadly, but he's got the kindest heart in the world, so you never hold it against him for long. he's simply very blunt, so it's easy for you to feel a little dismissed sometimes. in particular, you bring him lunch at work one day, after spending literally hours on a tiny bento containing all of his favorites fashioned in an intricate design. you're so proud of your work, admiring the little details and garnishes that made it entirely worth all of the sweat (and a few tears), you even made his favorite hōjicha tea to bring with it! however, when you reach the floor of his agency and peek your head into his private office, you realize he has company, and whatever meeting he's having looks quite important. "ah, i'm sorry, y/n, you'll have to come back later." he attempts to close the door on you, but your words stop him, "oh! no, that's fine- i just wanted to bring y-" he cuts you off, "whatever it is, we can talk later, y/n. i'm busy right now." he shuts the door before you can respond, and you've never felt more embarrassed. you wander into the ada's main room before setting the lunch on dazai's desk, "dazai-san, could you eat this? i worked really hard on it, i just want someone to enjoy it," your voice breaks as you walk away. when fukuzawa arrives home later that night, he has the empty bentos in his hand, placing them on the table before approaching you on the couch, but you put a hand out to stop him, "just- don't, yukichi." he ignores your words, dropping to his knees and resting his head in your lap, "my angel, please forgive me, i was meeting with the council. let me make you dinner? lunch was excellent, truly, and it was the best tea i've ever tasted."

AKUTAGAWA — ok, akutagawa is a little clueless, so you give him a lot of leeway, but there are just some things he says and does that can't be erased, and that's especially true when he snaps at you one night, "i just want to be alone for a few minutes! is that too much to ask?" you'd followed him into the bedroom when he got home from work, making grabby hands at him, "ryuuuu," you whined, "where are my kisses?" you simply wanted to spend time with him, but now that he's yelled at you, all you want is to be as far away from him as possible. you sleep on the couch that night, even after he's begged you to come to bed, and eventually, you wake up to him sleeping on the floor next to you, not even covered in a blanket, but simply resting his head in the crook of his arm. he doesn't look comfortable at all, and your heart aches a little when he stirs, "babe? you're awake already?" "ryu, how long've you been there?" "i don't know, maybe a few hours? i couldn't sleep without you," he states nonchalantly, not even a hint of shame in his voice. you sigh, tugging on his arm, "come here, do you remember what you said to me?" he frowns, "yes, and i'm deeply sorry, i had a long day at work. i never want to hurt you, i'm just. . ." he looks down at his hands, "i'm still learning. but trust me when i say this, taking space from you is the last thing i want. coming home to you is the best part of my day."

#— love notes: [bsd] ୧ ‧₊#bsd x reader #dazai x reader #chuuya x reader #akutagawa x reader #fukuzawa x reader #sigma x reader #bsd fluff #bsd x you #bsd x y/n #osamu dazai x reader

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hanrinz · 8 months

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STARRY EYES SPARKIN' UP MY DARKEST NIGHTS.

pairing. lyney x gn! reader ( word count. 1.1k ) genre. strangers to lovers

synopsis. wherein lyney falls for you literally and figuratively, and he doesn't mind it quite a bit. or just bits of pieces of him trying being a romantic.

content. fluff, reader is not the traveller, flirty lyney, he's ooc sowsaury everyone, lynette is tired with the two of you. minimal proofread.

notes. hihi this is for @sixosix da only real one this is for u!! *does that corny pointing in movies* dribble dribble shoots! i just rlly need to write for him, bc he's a silly.

lyney was never star-struck, if anything he was more used to people being enchanted when they saw him.

but he would never expect it to happen to him, after all only the most beautiful things can capture the eyes of a magician—with life full of unexpected encounters and lively colors of shows—to all of which he found on you.

you, who came to the lands of justice from the lands of freedom—never being tied down to the shackles of laws—with an ecstatic gaze, you're here as where the winds have brought you. truly he thinks the momentary sight of you just by walking in the streets of fontaine didn't give enough justice for him to memorize your face. the sunlight that just makes you shine more and the way your eyes reminds him of the stars, warm they were.

and your smile. archons, he adores it. the way it just never leaves your face, you're so pretty.

he never knew anything about love, only with the books he grew up with of a fairytale he reads to his siblings at night—a hopeless romantic he was.

love at first sight. he was falling, hard and fast. like he was tumbling down into the bottomless chasm of just you. he's liking it and it should take him aback, it should scare him, but he can't find himself to do so.

it was unbelievable and it was magical to be able to know a feeling that you can know so much, but was foreign altogether. he knew right then, he was star-struck with you.

and he doesn't know what compels him to move and make his way to you. excitement dancing around his nerves as he nears you, with a smile on his face and a newfound fascination.

and just before he reaches, an unexistent rock trips him all the way to you.

it's embarrassing, lynette thinks. watching his brother fall in love, that is—literally and figuratively.

he flashes a smile at you. and you crouch down, asking him if he's okay. you're worried and he tries not to grin so much, he only replies to you with,

"i'm fine, now that you're here." he winks.

he took it as a chance to take out a rainbow rose out from his sleeves handing out to you. and you laughed, probably another thing that he finds enchanting—it's unfair, for you to have him this entrance by you.

what a memorable first meeting he had with you.

lynette cringes—her brother's antics are an embarrassment to die for. it's not a crime as far as the laws said so, but she sure hopes it is.

because now, his brother is here head in the clouds with the thought of you. his face all, but with lovey-dovey eyes.

"isn't y/n so pretty?" he sighed dreamily.

lynette looks at him with a blank stare, "you've said that for the thirteenth time today. yes, y/n is pretty."

"should i prepare a magic trick? maybe a dove or a bunny. it can be onstage, or just in the seats? ah, i have so many things to prepare..." and so many more, if she was a stranger, she would've thought her own brother is outrageous for the ideas that come to his mind just to woo you. "come now, dear sister for i have to prepare for my special guest."

it's a feeble attempt, really.

his own brother faltering down, just from you standing in front of him and anyone might not see it, but she knows his own brother.

lovestruck he was. when he took you to him showing his trick of lighting up the night in a single snap, a flower on your head magically placed delicately and he thinks you're just pretty.

"do you like it?"

another rainbow rose.

"they're pretty.."

your mesmerization, it takes his breath away. if anything he wants you to look at him, how you look at everything you love. he wants you to love him too, like how the stars never leave the skies and how the sun reflects its light on the sea.

he wants you just like how his hands die in need to reach you, how can you be so cruel to him this way?

and he breathes out, "i know."

"do you like dancing?"

the both of you stand on the stage, where you sit in one of the carts that has all their props now kept for their next show.

"back in mondstadt, we had a festival that we celebrated...and we would dance at night till the flowers fall." you recount, fondness creeps up on you with the memory.

he knows this, windblume—if he's not mistaken, he shouldn't be. after all what are those books he read for night after night just to know the culture of mondstadt? just to know you. you didn't need to catch wind of that, he can only hope charlotte wouldn't slip up with this one on you.

he imagines, you dancing with a smile on your face that he loves so much. and he wants to see it, to be able to live that vision in his head, but having you in his arms instead.

"would you dance with me then?" he offers his hand, making a little bow to you.

and you giggle, yet again at his antics. "i would love to."

"may i?" and you take his hand, he feels warm, giddy from how your hand fits together with his.

with a smile he holds you and leads you to dance to a sound the two of you can only hear and maybe it's the heartbeats that plays in your mind, but lyney thinks everything just seems more beautiful now with you here.

he's used to everyone's eyes on him as a magician, it's a normal thing. but to have you this close to him and your eyes on him, he thinks the spotlight doesn't make him special now, just the way you do.

if this was the fairytale he's known all his life, he hopes now that it will always be like those ever afters. don't wake him up and drop the glass of his heart, because he has so many more dreams he'd like to come to life with you.

he's memorizing the story now, how your eyes shine and warms him wholly, your hair dancing around as he sways you and your lips that holds a sound that he would like to hear every day.

the song ends and your hearts sync. he let's go and step back to kiss your hand, delicately with him keeping eye contact and it means so much more.

and he pulls out yet another rainbow rose out of his coat, and his eyes glazed. "it's windblume this season in mondstadt, isn't it?"

passion and romantic encounters.

"...let this rose be my oath to you."

oh, how the magician can be much of a romantic all for you. he hopes he'll be the first and the last one to give you such a gift.

◞♡ likes and reblogs are highly appreciated! here's a lyney fic bc i have beef with him <3

#roses ‘r rosie #ooc lyney let's goooo #lyney x reader #lyney x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #queued !

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eggtartz · 6 months

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✧ 21th October ✧

Ran Haitani // Girth Of An Object (f! girlfriend reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : mentions of sex toys, baton play, penetration with baton, slight aftercare, dirty talk

you rummaged through ran's closet because twice a month, you'd agreed to have a cleaning day in the apartment. you opened up the last dusty box as ran dusted the whole place and helping throwing away the trash. "found anything, babe? some memories from the past perhaps?" his voice was muffled as he adjusted the mask over his mouth.

"there's this one box, i think it's your tenjiku stuff" you said, sweating behind your mask. "oh? oh shit, it is" you could hear the smile in his voice as he looked through it. "oh babe, look. it's me and rin! and kakucho! look, mochi's hair looks ridiculous!" he cackled.

"said someone who had braids like annabelle" you snickered as he glared. "shut up, it was cool. i miss my long hair" he ruffled his currently lilac hair. you smiled as you went through more of his things "woah ran! is this your baton? you used to use this?" ran smirked "oh babe.. you don't know my history with this baby"

he took the piece of metal, still clean and not rusty. it had a black and white stripes, a small R.H. carving on the handle. you smiled at the look of the weapon "you know what that oddly looks like?"

"what?"

"my dildo"

ran spat out his spit. "what the hell babe, you horny?" he raised his eyebrow "no! tell me it doesn't look the same" you cackled, reached over your drawer and pulled your pink dildo, the one ran bought for your anniversary. he has done a custom piece, a R.H carving on the tip. "tell me it's not the same!" you compared the objects side to side. "well, the baton has a wide girth i think. wanna test it out?"

again, it was cleaning day so you two were a sweaty mess as you ended up making out on top of each other on the couch. since the mattress is getting dried under the sun. you made small whimpers as ran nudged the head of the baton right at your pussy lips. "let's see.. we're gonna start slow alright, sweetheart? or you're too greedy for that?" he purred againts your ear. "just fuck me with it, ran" you hissed, eyes pleading.

"i knew you were such a greedy one" he chuckled, playing with your clit so you'd be stimulated enough for the metal to pierce through your walls. "that's it, take it in. imagine, it's my cock." he cooed. "you're doing so well, keep it up sweetheart" he gave slight slaps to your oversensitive clit making you writhe under him.

his baton was almost half inside you yet you felt like being split in half. the width of the baton stretched you sooo deliciously, you groaned at the lack of movement since ran's moving so slow. "hurry, ran.. need it inside me, please" you raised your hip, rolling it for any fraction. "oh shit, look at that" ran spat on your pussy "it's so pretty, stuffed and wet" he cooed, one hand caressing your inner thighs. your cunt gushed around the foreign object when ran finally picked up his pace, using the baton to thrust inside.

"ah! oh, it's so much better than the dildo!" you smiled drunkenly as ran smirked "does it now? what a freaky sweet thing you are" he caressed your clit, flicking it softly and gently. he often spat on your pussy to make sure it's lubricated enough despite not needing so since your slick is coating the baton very well.

"ran! oh, i can feel it.." you moaned with a high pitched voice "feel it where? in your tummy? your insides?" he bought himself down to have one tit in his mouth, flicking your nipple with his tongue. you grabbed his hair, as you felt a wave of intense stimulation coming. your pussy convulsed as you came undone, thighs shaking with pleasure. "there we go. you did good" he mumbled, taking your other tit while soothing your clit in circles, taking out the baton slowly from your pussy.

he bought the baton to your mouth as you licked it, tasting yourself as you traced your tongue to clean up your own mess. "there we go, still think this one is better than the dildo?" he raised his eyebrow. "yeah.. much better than the dildo" you smiled.

"but it can't beat this one, can it?" he patted his crotch, a bulge already apparent behind his sweatpants. "oh no, this one is the best" you purred, slowly rubbing him. it's safe to say that on the cleaning day, you two did nothing done.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers smut #ran haitani #ran x reader #ran imagines #ran smut #ran haitani x reader #ran haitani smut #ran haitani imagines #kinktober entry ♡˖

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melodramaticmeans · 2 months

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"You have a nice voice." You tell him, voice filled with...affection? Is that what it felt like? You weren't too focused on anything aside from the blonde sitting beside you, and the fact that you wanted to keep him with you.

Aether's ears flushed red. "Ah...thank you."

You weren't sure when this blonde traveller had appeared, you weren't sure when you started feeling, and you were really unsure when your feelings towards him had changed. You just know they had.

"Aether, I enjoy our time together." You tell him, reaching out to hold his hand. "Maybe I should tell you something αвσυт муѕєlf." Your voice scratched out as something suddenly appeared on the table.

A pixie-creature with white hair had popped up on the table, eyes blown wide as she saw Aether.

"Aether! It's Paimon! Paimon is not sure whether you remember or not, but-"

"How did you get in here?" You ask her, cutting the pixie off. Aether seemed a little spaced out, as if remembering something. "Paimon... I remember that name." He muttered to himself.

"Paimon doesn't have much time, but there's a way for you to get out!" The pixie says, causing you to panic.

"Silence! Remove admin!" You demand quickly, your stomach dropping as an error sign popped up.

Aether looks at Paimon. "How do I get out?" He asks, which causes more foreign emotions to swirl around in your head. Did he not want to stay with you?

"It's called 'menu'." Paimon states as you try to mute her. "You need to find a bug in the game that looks like Paimon and then the game will pause!"

You turn your head away, covering your ears and repeating random phrases as Paimon continues. "But you need to hurry or else _̴͚̲͉̣͒̏̉͂̐̅͘ͅ_̵̡̡͍̳͉͖͓̯̲͍̻̈́́̍̾̈̽́_̶̧̧̢̙̪̞̯̤͈̥̹͓̳̩͆̓̅́̈̎͊̋̈́̈́͂̂͆̇̕_̵͕̰̈̊̈́̈́̾̊̑ will be notif-" the pixie suddenly disappears without finishing her sentence.

You risk a glance at Aether, taking in his slightly disturbed expression. "Ha, what a Š̸̟i̴̺̇ḻ̸̚l̷̈ͅy̵͕̎ joke, right?" You ask him.

Aether looks at you, then at the landscape, before standing up. "I know what I have to do." Is all he says, before standing up and walking away.

You grab his arm in an attempt to make him stay. "Aether, no! That person was lying to you." You tell him. He glances back at you with a look of...pity? Regret? You weren't sure.

"I'm sorry, but I have to find this 'menu'." He says, tearing his arm out of your grip.

"Aether! No, stop, stop that." You demand. You were the second-in-command of this server. If _̴͚̲͉̣͒̏̉͂̐̅͘ͅ_̵̡̡͍̳͉͖͓̯̲͍̻̈́́̍̾̈̽́_̶̧̧̢̙̪̞̯̤͈̥̹͓̳̩͆̓̅́̈̎͊̋̈́̈́͂̂͆̇̕_̵͕̰̈̊̈́̈́̾̊̑ found out you'd let him leave, you would be deactivated, and worst of all, you'd lose Aether.

Somehow, Aether had immediately found the bug, and was about to pick it up.

"Aether, if you don't stop RIGHT NOW, I will reset you!" You state, knowing full well that the control panel is malfunctioning, before adding with a slightly less confident voice, "and you won't remember anything about your time here."

Aether looked at you, and you finally got to see his expression. It's one of regret, yet finality. He wants to leave, but doesn't want to leave you here.

Then why won't he stay?

"Aether, I- you're all I have, please." You plead in a desperate voice. "Reset! Reset!" You yell, panicking when multiple error messages pop up.

"The real world is not what you think! Aether! Aethę̷̤̄̌͘͜ŗ̴̩̻̦̓́-"

But it's too late, he's already gone.

You fall to your knees, staring at the spot where he last stood.

He did it...

He lef̵̦̚t̸͍̥̿͜ ̵͖̟̌̍̒m̸̧͍̈́̇̕e̴̹̻͒͒.

You didn't take notice of how your world started crumbling around you.

You didn't notice when your house was swallowed up by the earth.

You didn't care when the world reset reached you.

All you cared about, was that Aether was gone.

#aether #aether x reader #aether genshin impact #aether x you #aether x y/n #genshin impact x you #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin

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iliveforyouilongforyouvesuvia · 9 months

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big hc request: m6 with a hothead mc that gets angry really easy but also doesn't back down from fights

The Arcana HCs: M6 with a hothead MC

~ @elysian-chaos hope you like these little sis! - brainrot ~

Julian

He is conflicted

He thinks that someone who knows what they want and pursues it with aggressive passion is attractive as hell

However, he also loves you and has committed himself to you and that means that he feels responsible for keeping you safe - especially when that involves you putting yourself in danger

And yeah, you purposefully ticking off a bar patron three times your size and then goading them into a fight unfortunately counts

Is he willing to take the hits for you? Yes. Does that mean he wants to? Not really, no. Which means he should probably try to stop you

Except that you're so hot when you're angry and he doesn't want to lose this opportunity to watch you really let loose!

His ideal solution is to get you to walk away from the conflict and find another way to blow off steam. (especially if that involves you and him and some loving aggression)

There is one situation in which he will bluescreen completely, and that is if you are angry on his behalf and seeking to defend his honor. He won't know what to do in that scenario

Asra

They get angry, sure, but they're not quick to lose their temper. Even when they do, they're more likely to resort to scheming and trickery than to violence. Your habits are entirely foreign to them

That said, his "go with the flow" approach to life means that he's maybe a little too chillaxed about this

No, this is interesting. Give them a quick sec to teach you some decent self-defense moves and make sure your moral compass is in working order. No they're not grabbing popcorn, not at all

He loves watching you in your element. And hey, if that element is in a fight, then he'll just make sure it's a good one

They will step in if it isn't looking like a good idea - maybe you'd actually be in the wrong for reacting, or the person you're mad at wouldn't play fair

He'll try to deescalate if he can, but if push comes to shove he'll hop in and be whatever backup or support you need to win

Pshhh no they're not enabling you too much, not at all ...

It doesn't help that Faust is more likely to supply you with insults for your opponent than she is to remind you to take a breath before acting

Nadia

Ah - this is tricky for her

She doesn't want to tell you what to do. You are your own person and she has no interest in controlling you or making your decisions for you

She also loves you for who you are, and who you are is a passionate magician with an extra helping of anger and stubbornness

Those are good attributes to have! Just not when you seem so quick to escalate things, and especially not when she's aiming for diplomacy in a delicate situation

She'll focus on helping you become who you want to be more than anything else. She's happy to talk with you about your struggles and explore different ways to help you manage your temper

If you look like you're about to lose it, she'll nudge you to walk away and take all the time you need to cool off before you come back

Of course, there are always exceptions to every case

Perhaps you're out and about, and she doesn't want to break cover, and the guy in front of you was not behaving appropriately to that vendor, and actions might get through to him better than words ...

Well, it's be a shame to hold you back

Muriel

He's an anxious guy, so really, he guesses he should be used to the constant low-level heart attack he has going on around you

He doesn't like conflict. At all

He doesn't like being in it, he doesn't like being near it, he doesn't like watching it, he doesn't like hearing about it, he doesn't like thinking about it, he does not like conflict

And yet you seem to be hellbent on finding trouble wherever you go

At first it was one of his reasons to be slower to approach you. Now it's one of the inexplicable reasons he finds you attractive

As he becomes comfortable with you, he loses a lot of his hesitation to try to stop a situation from escalating. Often his obviously growing impatience is all it takes for everyone to back off

However, if you're not calming down, and your opponent is not calming down, Muriel is not above slinging you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and walking off

He doesn't mind too much if it's him you're angry at

Because, thanks to your temperament, he knows exactly why you're angry and can take steps to address it instead of guessing

It also speaks volumes to him that you'd rather stay and talk than give up and leave

Portia

Oh boy. Her too

She's never been afraid to use her fists when her words aren't working, and don't even get her started on how stubborn she is

At first it's fantastic. When you two go out together and meet some jerk who's just begging to be taken down a notch or two, it's only a matter of five minutes or ten before the dust settles

It gets easier and easier to enable each other until you stop thinking too much about whether a fight is the best way to respond until it ends up costing Vesuvia an important trade deal

Nadia's able to run damage control, but it does give you pause when you both know that there was a better way to handle that snobby nobleman than to knock his wine into his lap and shout insults at him

Now you help each other regulate your big emotions instead of bottling them up, and take turns being each other's calm voice and accountability

Unless Julian mentions an unusually nasty customer at the Rowdy Raven who's been making all the regulars miserable and giving Barth a hard time and, clearly, needs to be put in their place. Then it's go time

Lucio

This is one of his favorite things about you

He's learned the value of not starting a fight just for a fight's sake, but if you're the one starting it, well then

That means you're the one responsible for the oopsie

He's happy both to sit and watch you enjoy yourself and to get involved. Either way he's having a great time cheering you on

However, Lucio has plenty of combat experience under his belt and he knows the value of a well timed retreat

You, it seems, do not

And oh no, you just picked a fight with that massive grouchy person in the corner who was making the server uncomfortable and yes it was for a good cause but he already knows he's going to get his butt kicked

Because yeah he wouldn't have done that but there's also no way he's leaving you without someone to watch your back

In the end it becomes one of those areas where he actually gets to help you improve yourself a little bit

He gets what it's like to be so angry and aggressive but he's also an expert at focusing on the pleasures of life instead. Let him give you a few fighting pointers at least

#ask arcana brainrot #the arcana #the arcana headcanons #the arcana hc #asra the arcana #julian the arcana #nadia the arcana #muriel the arcana #portia the arcana #lucio the arcana #the arcana game #the arcana fluff #asra alnazar #julian devorak #nadia satrinava #muriel of the kokhuri #portia devorak #lucio morgasson

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as the resident ceo of likodot, what are your thoughts on the scene in episode 9 where dot ends up being the one who gives liko the courage she needs to tell her father that she wants to continue traveling with the RVT?

AH YES. THIS SCENE. I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS. THANK U FOR ASKING. apologies if this post is messy i have brainfog but i wanted to answer it anywayyyy

dot and liko's early connection is pretty interesting to me because at the time of this episode, the two barely know each other. dot first appears in episode 7 and this happens a couple episodes later in episode 9... not a lot of time has passed.

at this point in episode 9, liko knows that dot:

is murdock's niece and around the same age as her

is a tech wiz who wrote the app the RVT use to maintain the brave asagi and talk to each other

is good at gathering info online too

is a social recluse

does not eat very well/doesn't eat with other people

is interested in legendary pokemon, mysteries, that sort of stuff

and of course, she has heard the gurumin theme song coming from dot's room, and seen her quaxly, which leads to the iconic misunderstanding that dot is a huge fan of gurumin and not... literally gurumin lol

on the other hand, liko has no idea what dot looks like, does not know anything about her history, and has not had a proper conversation with her - their only communications have been through her bedroom door, first through quaxly bringing her and roy notes (which are drawings to interpret and not even actual written words), then when dot yells angrily at her to shut up/go away because she's interrupting dot setting up for her livestream, and then when dot finally budges just enough to mention her interest in legendaries & mysterious things.

by all regards dot is probably more of a concept to liko at this point than a whole person; a disembodied sometimes-voice who belongs to someone that deserves to be reached out to, but who hasn't actually been reached yet. this is overtly clear with her misunderstanding about dot being a gurumin fan - liko is piecing together who she thinks dot is with very little context clues and actual interactions and she is literally drawing the wrong conclusions lol. at most right now liko is interested in dot because of the whole gurumin thing... and because she's just a compassionate person who can't imagine that the person behind that door is a bad one, or someone who should be ignored, so she's compelled to learn more and reach out and figure dot out.

and that's the thing. liko is just naturally the sort of person to want to go out of her way to reach out to dot despite knowing pretty much nothing about her personally, and even having their first couple of interactions be rude ones. she follows through - she takes dot's lunch to her, makes sure to say "i'll talk to you later" and thank her for things, in a way that roy isn't (not to say that roy doesn't care, but liko is focused on her in particular). sure, the idea that they have a mutual interest in gurumin definitely helps, but she was interested before that and wasn't thrown off by her rude drawing of roy losing to fuecoco even before she started associating dot with gurumin. and this, especially coming from a peer and not a worried adult, is certainly foreign to dot and she kind of doesn't know how to deal with it, but it means a lot to her.

^ i think this bit at the end of episode 8 after liko and roy walk away is a really good summary of how dot is about all of this. she's reclusive, doesn't like noise, likes being in her own space, and she's "supposed" to find people like roy and liko irritating... but she can't help but smile about them being around, and while thinking about them.

oh, and of course dot has been overwhelmed by liko's compliments towards her work as gurumin even though liko doesn't know that's who she's complimenting. she's a popular youtuber and i'm sure she gets compliments from people all the time, but this is definitely a foreign experience for her in person, coming from someone verbally like that, not to mention how genuine and passionate liko is about it. i mean it makes her blush like this okay come on:

ALL OF THIS is to say that liko is a meaningful person to dot at this point, despite how little liko actually knows about her. liko has reached out to her in a way that no one has before, has directly complimented her work/passion, and has responded to her rudeness/antisocial behavior with even more curiosity instead of shying away.

so like of course when it's possible that liko is going to leave, she's upset about it and wants to do something about it. this is such a new situation and she's still so reclusive that she needs a little push from landau (who knows her well enough to tell she has emotions about this despite her not exactly wearing them on her sleeve), but the feelings she has about liko are enough to push her through, just enough to leave a wordless drawing by her door, which is massive for her at this point in time.

liko's response to this is understandably not super expressive or emotional, and in fact right after seeing the drawing, she first has a far more emotive conversation with mollie and orio and then roy, before eventually taking the drawing with her to dot's door and thanking her. she still doesn't know dot that well and honestly even though she was thinking that dot was opening up a little bit, she probably didn't expect this gesture. she doesn't know how meaningful her reaching out to dot has actually been.

regardless, she understands the meaning of the drawing and once again goes to talk to her, even without expecting a response back, and is able to go leave and tell her dad she wants to stay on the brave asagi, so it obviously contributed to her courage. it's proof that even this person who she barely knows cares about her and wants her to stay, and it also rewards her efforts of reaching out and proves to her that yes, dot is opening up and receiving liko's attempts at reaching out - her advances aren't unwanted. how's she supposed to leave now that she's sunk this time and effort into connecting with dot? dot is not the only reason she wants to stay of course, but it's a piece of the puzzle. she can't just leave now that they've made this connection successfully!!

dot says this after liko's already left, but regardless they've made a connection in their own unique, nonverbal way, and of course everything between them continues to grow from here.

so anyway all of this is to say i think it's fascinating the way these two connect mostly without words and through action/gesture at the start of the series, and i think the lopsidedness of their connection with each other is actually pretty interesting and reveals how much liko's compassion and efforts affect dot early on. she really is the vessel through which dot comes out of her shell and that's evident from the beginning

ALSO as an aside, very cute that dot does these little doodles at all? they aren't bad!! liko also draws... even though dot doesn't seem to take it as seriously or have it as an actual hobby i think they should draw together i think this would be cute JIOSJDOF

#kiki was here #asks #anonymous #likodot #dotliko #guruminshipping #horizons #im normal btw #i hope this post makes sense ive been writing it on and off for like 2 hours #distractions brainfog etc but the autism drives me anyway #long post #pokemon horizons #anipoke #trainer dot #trainer liko

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yandereloversblog · 2 years

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Ask for Bonten

How would u find ur darling or meet ur darling if they never go to clubs, bars, raves or have not done anything in their life that contains alcohol or drugs

Basically how u meet a darling THAG has a clean life

🧋 𝐒𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐀𝐬𝐤 🧋 -> 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚠𝚗𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚍 𝚊 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎?

╰┈➤ . . . 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞: I do that, never visited a club and stuff or drank alcohol and all that- idk why you make it sound like it's the cleanest life you can get 😭

-> 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢𝐫𝐨 "𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐲" 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐨

"That would be a little difficult..." Mikey mumbled and stared at the ground "Although I don't go out much I do pass the streets a lot by car... And I like wandering around sometime when I'm in a good mood..." He furrowed his brows in annoyance at the thought of not being able to meet with his angel, then frustrated "Whatever... I'll find them. Even with just a look I know how to find my angel... I would prefer someone who's normal anyways, so they don't know how to manipulate and get out of my clutches with whatever specialty they might have if they were in Bonten..." Mikey clenched his jaw, glaring angrily "But to suggest that I might not find them because of something so trivial... Fuck off before I kill you..."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐳𝐮

"So? I'll corrupt them and force them to do those if they continue refusing me." Sanzu grumbled with a frown, it's not like he only did those stuff... "I go out on walks too you know! I'm not like my dumbass brother. Sometimes we need to go buy Mikey dorayaki during the day and..." He ran out of thoughts to say "Know what, fuck you. I'll find my darling one way or another so it doesn't matter!"

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐨

"You're saying like I just pick them off the street or some random person from the club." Kakucho frowned at the question, sighing and rubbing his face "For your information I'd prefer it if they never did that, it means I won't have to worry about any addiction they might have or concern myself that they've been around all those annoying people..." Kakucho glanced to the side, thinking for a second with a softer expression "I would love to have a normal relationship with them... But with Bonten I can't... At least I'll be able to protect them."

-> 𝐑𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

"Can somebody really never visit a club in their life?" Ran rose a brow with a confused smile, almost like that is foreign to him "Ah whatever, I do walk around stores and streets of Roppongi during the daytime so I'll manage to find my sweetheart, besides..." He smirked, eyes slightly narrowing into a glare towards you "Who do you think you are to suggest I'll never find my darling otherwise, honestly it's cuter if it's someone who hasn't touched the filth in the underworld, they're even better to corrupt~"

-> 𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐮 𝐇𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐢

Rindou glared in annoyance "Social media dumbass." He scoffed like it was obvious "And we literally drive around during the day, we're not all shut inside an office like the boss. Do you think we're vampires or something?" Rindou mumbled a small string of curses, trying to think of more examples of how to meet his darling "Just because they don't exactly visit the establishments we own doesn't mean I can't meet with them... I can go wherever I want as long as I'm careful."

-> 𝐇𝐚𝐣𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐊𝐨𝐤𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐢

"You're saying that like we don't go out during the day to walk around or do business." Koko tilted his head to the side, a mocking look in his eyes as he smirked, condescending "Least I do, it's normal for me to visit normal shop and malls during the day or go do business in private restaurants in the morning. Though it might be difficult to meet my darling if they live at a poorer area, still I'll manage..." Sharp eyes narrowed even more into a cold glare "So quit being nosey, I'll have my darling one way or another."

-> 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐨𝐦𝐢 𝐀𝐤𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢

He looked lost, leaning further on the chair with an annoyed sigh "That's a problem. I don't like going out. Especially in areas we don't control." An annoyed glare appeared on Takeomi's face from having to think so hard "Maybe I can meet them at a few quiet spots I like to go to and smoke, but it'll have to be during the night, can't stand too many people around me for long."

-> 𝐊𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐤𝐢

Mochi thought about it for a good minute "Have to go with Rindou's suggestion, there's a million ways to meet my darling as long as I try." He shrugged "Bonten doesn't just own clubs, we own a lot of other businesses and areas as well, and besides just because my darling is clean doesn't mean their friends and family are, would be an interesting turn of events if a family member or friend borrowed a large amount of money and sold them in a fit of panic. Anything can happen in this world."

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supercap2319 · 1 year

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Y/N found Esther in an old crypt. Or he assumed this was Esther, because she didn't look anything like she had when Y/N had first met her. She looks up at him and smiles. "Ah, Y/N Gilbert. Lovely to see you once again. Although, last time, you were a simple witch and not cursed with vampirism."

"And the last time I saw you. You had an accent and lighter skin. Things change."

"They certainly do. Though I assume my sons have told you why I'm here?"

"They told me you want to cleanse them of their sins. Purity them by placing them in new bodies. What a motherly thing to do."

"A mother does whatever she has to do to keep her children safe." Esther told him.

"Right. If that's what you'd call it." Y/N said.

"You know that I could offer you the same thing as well. I could make you a witch once again, Y/N." Esther moved around as Y/N tracked her every movement. He didn't take his eyes off her for a second.

"Thanks, but no thanks. I like my own body and I like the way I am." Y/N told her. "A witch who could never be a vampire and keep their powers, and I'm the exception to that stupid rule."

"You see being a vampire as a gift? It's a curse, Y/N. There will come a day when you get tired of having to feed on people's blood to keep your foot in this world. And by then it will be too late for you."

"Then I guess we shall see, won't we?"

"Indeed, we shall." Esther agreed. "Though, tell me, Y/N. You haven't admitted to yourself why you really want to be an immortal bloodsucker."

"Oh? And what reason is that?" Y/N asked her.

Esther chuckles. "It seems you've fallen for one of my children. The noble Elijah has your heart, doesn't he? But he desires that newly turned hybrid, Hayley. Such a real shame, isn't it? This could be your way to be with him, Y/N. A chance to begin anew."

Y/N swallowed hard as he looked at the older witch. "Like I said before, 'no thanks.'"

Esther frowns. "Very well then." She raised her hands and began to chant in the foreign language as she had the intention of making Y/N suffer. But to her surprise, nothing happened. "What in the world?" She asked.

"Oh, your little pain infliction power isn't going to work. You didn't think I'd come to you and not find a way to protect myself?" Y/N said. Though, unfortunately for you, you don't have a way to protect yourself from this!" The young man flicked his hands, and an explosion surrounded Esther as she flew back and hit a nearby column.

The first witch groaned as Y/N slowly walked up to her and knees towards her level. T"hat was just a warning shot, Esther. Next time I won't go so easy on you." He warned as he walked out of the mausoleum.

Esther nursed her bleeding arm and looked to where Y/N had just left. "And so it begins…"

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #the originals #elijah mikaelson #elijah mikealson x reader #Elijah Mikaelson x male reader #daniel gillies x male reader #daniel gillies

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hiraya-rawr · 2 years

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change of pace (ayato, ft.thoma drabble)

synopsis: drabble in which Ayato looks at you but your eyes are on someone else // featuring Ragnvindr Reader and Thoma!

notes: gn!reader // inspired by that one official art where Thoma has Taromaru on his head. not proofread and SLEEP DEPRIVED WORK =D but it's a drabble so have fun!

Inazuma had just opened its borders to Teyvat and with it came an influx of foreign businesses wanting new connections.

So it wasn't strange for Ayato to receive a meeting request from Mondstadt's most dominant corporation — Dawn Winery's collection of vintage wine and commercial drinks are enough to warrant competition from Inazuma's own local producers, even during the trade limits of the Sakoku decree.

For this, they sent [Y/N] Ragnvindr — capable, attractive, and most of all of marriageable age — to discuss new trade regulations and business prospects.

Whether you intend to or not, it's just so obvious for Ayato that it's likely an attempt for a political marriage. He's - quite frankly - sick of all the proposals but he's also aware that he has to choose someone for the sake of the Kamisato clan.

So he accepts the meeting with intentions to do business and to turn you down (your credentials are tempting but he'd rather have someone from Inazuma by his side), and waits outside the Komore Teahouse as your horse drawn carriage wheels its way over.

There's a business smile already on his face as your entourage opens the carriage door.

He sees the glimmer of excitement in your eyes as you step down, the slight rush of your footsteps towards him, the wide grin on your face, and he could only think 'Ah, an excited suitor, I suppose'

Mentally preparing himself to greet you, he does a slight bow but you hurriedly pass him, arms outstretched to embrace the pyro user standing guard behind him.

"Thoma! It's been so long! I never thought we'd meet again!"

"Y/N? Archons, wow! It's you! A couple of heads taller than I remember."

A resounding laugh reaches his ears as he turns around to see the display. You embracing his retainer. His retainer embracing back.

"I can say the same for you! Look at you!" You giggle, taking a step back but hands still holding onto his, "And is that a pyro vision? Amazing! Just like my brother! How did you get it? No, wait, how are you! It's been so long and there's so much we have to catch up on!"

Thoma laughs at the excitement on your face, about to reply before he realizes the situation, "U-um wait, Y/N— The lord—"

You raise an eyebrow before snapping upright, gasping before turning to the hydro allogene, "Ah! I- forgive me for the shameful display, Commissioner. How rude of me to lose composure." You cough into your hand, light blush dusting your cheeks as you try to switch to a more professional facade.

"It's quite alright, Mx.Ragnvindr," There's that business smile on his face again, "In fact, it's comforting to know that you're familiar with my retainer here. Thoma has been an invaluable member of the clan."

You chuckle, "I wouldn't have doubted it. He's always been incredibly capable, even back in Mondstadt."

"Ah gee, you flatter me too much." Thoma rubs at the back of his neck, a little flustered, "B-but enough about me. I believe today's agenda was on Apple Cider trade?"

Ayato nods along, gesturing towards the teahouse entrance, "Yes, I have the private room reserved for us. Let's continue with the meeting there." Before he could try to lead you away, a hand outstretched to escort you, you turn away to the blonde beside you instead.

"Will you be joining us? Or, at least staying till after the meeting, Thoma?"

"I actually have errands to run for my lord right now–" Thoma apologizes, "But I'll be free later this evening and we could catch up? If you're free, that is."

"Of course! Anything to spend time with you, Thoma."

This feels a little different than usual, Ayato thinks, but he can't say he doesn't like this nice change of pace.

masterlist 2

note !! was originally a long, slow burn work that I realize I had neither the time nor motivation to make since I have a few other works to prioritize dsjhnceiudjs

#thoma #ayato #ayato x reader #thoma x reader #genshin #genshin impact #genshin thoma #genshin ayato #genshin fluff #genshin imagines

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tanmono · 1 year

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GILBERT VON OBSIDIAN MAIN ROUTE....

CHAPTER SIX.

translations are not 100% accurate. expect mistakes.

minors and ageless blogs dni.

At dusk, the court was enveloped in an ominous red that seemed to be smeared with blood.

The corridors which are the culmination of craftsmanship and the beautiful roses displayed in the windows are without doubt dyed in red.

The disgusting palpitations did not stop.

Gilbert:….Little rabbit.

Emma: Yes, what’s wrong?

Prince Gilbert, who offered to take me to Prince Chevalier — he looks down at me suspiciously without stopping.

Gilbert: Is there anything you want to say to me?

Emma: No, not particularly.

Gilbert: Hmm?

Having said that, Prince Gilbert looks forward again.

(I wonder what it was.)

(Uh…wait.)

Suddenly I felt as if my legs were getting faster.

(Why is it that only today .....!)

It's fast enough to realize that i’ve been walking with the same stride until now.

My bandaged leg ached, though it was hidden by my long skirt.

Emma: Prince Gilbert—

Gilbert: Is there anything you want to say to me?

The same question is repeated once more.

(I wonder. You just want me to spill the beans from my own mouth….)

Emma:… I’m tired.

I know that he hates lying, so I moisten him with safe words.

Finally, Prince Gilbert stopped and for some reason spread his arms wide open.

Gilbert: Then I'll carry you.

(That’s your objective?!)

Emma: .....I'll do my best to walk.

Gilbert: You don’t learn, do you?

Gilbert: Would you rather be carried or forced?

Emma: I'm kinda embarrassed to be carried, so...

Gilbert: Haha, I'm not going to stop because you're so funny.

Unfortunately, Prince Gilbert seems to have been serious and lightly hugs me to his side, which does not suit his slender physique.

Emma: Please, I don't want to be a nuisance to Prince Gilbert—!

Gilbert: If it's a nuisance, I would have killed you, so it's okay.

(What's okay?!)

Gilbert: I’ll drop you if you get violent, so you're gonna do what I say, all right?

Emma: ……

I felt he meant what he said, so I stopped resisting.

(I wonder if this is another one of his traps to isolate me.)

Gilbert: Oh, hold this cane, it's in the way.

When I grasped this long fancy cane given to me by Prince Gilbert, I was surprised at how heavy it felt.

Emma: It’s heavy….

Gilbert: There are times when I hit people with it.

Emma:…..Is there something in this?

(Prince Gilbert doesn't have a sword, so there’s no way—)

Gilbert: Hehe, secret.

(I have to add one more thing to report to Prince Chevalier.)

The place where I was carried quietly with my heart empty was the Rose Garden.

There is a shadow of a person in the garden wrapped in fresh roses that symbolize rhodolite.

Emma: Prince Chevalier—

(…..)

It is only when I get closer that I realize that Prince Chevalier is standing in a pool of blood.

There was a man lying at his feet being carried away by knights of the foreign factions.

(What....... just happened?)

The usually clean white cloak and Prince Chevalier's beautiful blonde hair are covered with red.

The way that trickles down from the sword in his grasp ripple across the red swamp.

It was such a cruel sight that I couldn't help but hold my mouth with my hands, which was far from everyday life.

My blood starts to get cold and my eyes grow dark.

Gilbert: How are you feeling, little rabbit?

Emma: …..I’m….fine….

Gilbert: Really? Well, it's not something to force yourself to see. It's dirty. Let's not go near it.

(He seems like it’s not a big deal to him.)

Prince Gilbert, who was still holding me, stopped in his tracks.

???: Well well, Lord Gilbert. You are a little too much of a bully, aren't you?

(Ah..)

It was Prince Clavis who appeared from behind the pavilion — backlit by the setting sun, and I can't see the expression on his face.

Clavis: To think you’ve brought yourself to a place like this.

Gilbert: Haha, I only brought her here because she said she was looking for Chevalier.

Clavis: Well, how did you know my brother was here?

Gilbert: I saw Chevalier a while ago.

Chevalier:…….

Without uttering a single word, Prince Chevalier wipes off the blood and sheaths his sword.

His cold eyes are devoid of any emotion.

Emma: What……had happened?

My voice that finally spoke was trembling pathetically.

Clavis: It's no big deal. Just the usual pleasantries.

Emma: Pleasantries….?

Clavis: Chevalier is a genius who picks fights in many ways among the eight princes, isn't he?

Clavis: So much that everyone is eager to have his head.

Clavis: I can't help it if he deserves it, haha!

(...... So you're saying this guy is an assassin sent to Prince Chevalier?)

I was horrified by the "everyday differences" I know.

Gilbert: It's a classic example of what happens when things are handled rationally.

Emma: What do you mean?

Gilbert: For example, how do you feel when your loved one has to die for his country?

Gilbert: Is it clear that it can't be helped? Human beings are not so easy.

Gilbert: But he does it without hesitation. That's why he's such a cruel and merciless beast.

Gilbert: He has no hesitation in killing people. As Belle, you have one more insight, haven't you?

(He’s just like Prince Gilbert….)

Gilbert: Chevalier, little rabbit wanted to see you.

Chevalier:…….

His eyes of the icy blue, which has lost its temperature, are now focusing on me – there was a strange tension between us.

Emma:....You seem to be busy, so I'll come back another day.

Chevalier:………

Prince Chevalier left as if he had lost interest in everything.

He didn't seem to have anything on his mind, and his blood-stained back looked like a "beast" just like Prince Gilbert.

(I'm supposed to be a reliable ally, but... I'm shaking.)

(So that's what "cruel and merciless" means.)

The unfamiliar sight was shocking, but— The first thing that comes to mind is Prince Chevalier would say, "I'm at a loss for words that I don't think anything of."

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: What should I do, little rabbit? Kill him?

Emma: Don’t do that!

Gilbert: Why?

Emma: Because... no one has the right to kill people. // Because…. killing won’t solve everything.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(….The royal court may be a world where you can't say such things.)

I took shallow breaths to avoid the smell of blood as much as possible.

Prince Clavis stood in front of me as if to block my view.

Clavis: I have to apologize for showing the lady what she shouldn't have seen, Cyril.

Prince Clavis beckons the man who was leading the knights.

The knight with his flamboyant red hair, wore an insignia on his chest.

Clavis: It's almost time for dinner. Prepare a feast for Lord Gilbert.

Gilbert: No way, are you going to separate me from little rabbit?

Clavis: Yes. You're too much of a distraction, or perhaps too much of an overwhelming presence to comfort the broken-hearted young lady.

Clavis: The young lady would be more than happy to be alone with me, wouldn't she?

Gilbert: That’s not true, she’ll be so lonely that she might cry.

(Could it be that Prince Clavis has something to say to me?)

Emma: I won’t be lonely, so it's okay.

Gilbert: Do you know the term "night drunk"?

Emma: .....I'm afraid Prince Gilbert might not like it better if I say something that is not from the heart.

Gilbert: Hehe, correct. You are smart.

Gilbert: Oh well. I don't know what kind of evil things Clavis is up to, but I'm starving.

Gilbert: I'll spend my spare time tormenting your knight and return to little rabbit as soon as possible, okay?

Cyril:..... Goodbye, my peace.

Prince Gilbert finally lowers me to the ground.

But just as I was about to leave, his lips were on my ear.

Gilbert: Be careful not to let Clavis bully you.

Gilbert: He's even more dangerous than I am, you know?

(….. I don't think there's anyone more dangerous than Prince Gilbert.)

Taking his cane from my hands, Prince Gilbert turned his back.

Clavis: Shall we move to a new place too?

After walking for a while, Prince Clavis stopped in an empty garden.

At this point, the red scene I saw in the rose garden faded away like a dream.

(Even though I’m Belle, there’s no point by by escaping from reality.)

Clavis: Well, Emma.

Prince Clavis erased his shady smile and made a frighteningly serious face.

An ominous premonition began to pound in my chest at the face I saw for the first time.

Clavis: I have a favor to ask of you after what you saw.

Emma:..... What is it?

(I guess that means I don't have to say anything about what I saw. Or will I be asked to communicate with the other princes?)

Prince Clavis’ golden eyes narrowed, as he went behind a nearby tree.

Then he came back holding something dull and shiny in his hand.

Emma:….This is!

Emma:……

Emma:….....What's that?

Roughly, Prince Clavis moves his hand with a radiant smile.

It is heartbreaking to watch the soil of the beautiful gardens being dug up and the wind holes being drilled.

(I want to run... I want to run away right now.)

Clavis: Emma, are you listening?

Emma: I can hear you just fine.

Clavis: I see. Since you didn't reply, I thought you fainted while standing, haha!

Emma:.....Prince Clavis, what are you doing?

Clavis: What can you see?

Emma: Digging holes?

Clavis: Yes, i’m creating pitfalls.

Emma: I see......

Emma:....I have some business to attend to, if you'll excuse me.

Clavis: Wait, wait! Don't try to leave without a shovel!

(What was all that tension just now!?)

I placed the dull-colored shovel that was handed to me on the ground and took a deep breath.

A nightmare different from the sight of blood unfolding in front of me made me want to cry.

(Oh, by the way, I've heard from Sariel.......)

(That Prince Clavis is the court's trap master.)

Clavis: This pit is a special one where the fate of the nation hangs in the balance, you know?

Emma: I don't want to be a part of creating a pitfall where my fate is at stake.

Clavis: Haha, well hear me out. Falling into this pit is a disaster for the world.

Emma: It's going to cause a diplomatic issue!?

Clavis: This is little compared to the trap that guy set for us.

Prince Clavis laughs as he digs the hole diligently and wipes the sweat from his forehead.

Clavis: Most likely, Gilbert was the one who set up the earlier charade.

Emma: Eh..

From the nightmare, we are suddenly brought back to reality.

Without stopping digging, Prince Clavis continued to talk.

Clavis: For some time now, that man has wanted to kill our Chevalier.

Emma: W…Why?

Clavis: Because he is a threat. Chevalier is responsible for most of our country's defense.

Clavis: You think he kills only one person…?

Clavis: But despite the deterioration of relations with Obsidian, we have managed to counter the threat to this day.....

Clavis: There’s no doubt because of Chevalier's diplomatic tactics, including his military.

Clavis: On the other hand, without Chevalier, there would be a huge opening for Rhodolite.

Clavis: So the world's calamities are aiming at Chevalier's head all year round to take advantage of that opportunity.

(...... I think what Prince Clavis said is true, but—)

Emma: Prince Gilbert is the "marshal of eternal victory", right?

Emma: Winning all the time means never knowing how to lose.......

Emma: But this time, if it was Prince Gilbert who attempted to assassinate Prince Chevalier, he would have failed.

Clavis: Oh, you're a brilliant woman. You've got a good eye, don't you?

Prince Clavis stops and crawls out of the hole to brush the dirt off from his clothes.

Clavis: Gilbert von Obsidian is a genius among geniuses, on a par with Chevalier.

Clavis: Nothing is meaningless. Even a "failed assassination attempt" must have some purposes.

Emma: A purpose other than Prince Chevalier's life...?

Clavis: Yeah, any idea what that might be?

Clavis: For example....why did you and Gilbert come to the Rose Garden?

Clavis: Why were you being carried? Why did you end up seeing blood?

Emma:…….

(I'd say it's all a coincidence, but... really?)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Gilbert: Think about it, little rabbit.

Gilbert: If you could have seen it all coming, even the fact that you were coming to my room...

Gilbert: Did you know this situation is also something I set up?

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

Clavis: Let me tell you something, there is no such thing as coincidence in genius.

Clavis: It is inevitable that there is... he manipulates the situation as he wishes, like moving the pieces on the board.

Clavis: Of course, since he is not an omniscient and omnipotent god, there will be some gaps, but he is different from ordinary people.

Clavis: That's why, Emma, always question everything when dealing with geniuses.

Clavis: It's just right to be suspicious. If your mind gets tired, I'll do something about it, okay?

Prince Clavis picks up the shovel he just put on the ground and hands it to me.

(With Yves.... Prince Clavis is also worried about me.)

(….Somehow, I wonder if that was the whole purpose.)

My cheeks relaxed as the mystery of the unexpected pitfall was solved.

The court is turning into a cold world day by day but the princes are on my side.

Emma: Thank you very much. I will keep that in mind.

When I received the shovel with my hand that had stopped trembling, his shady smile deepened.

Clavis: All right. Then…..

Clavis: Are you going to do your best to dig too?

Emma: And that's a different story, isn't it?!

Clavis: Hahaha!

Emma:….. I’ll do just a little bit.

(Let's go with it as long as it doesn't put too much stress on my leg.)

The intention was to disguise the fear that had stuck with me by doing something different.

Emma: By the way...... Why do you think Prince Gilbert showed me Prince Chevalier blood-soaked?

Clavis: Isn't it jealousy? You and Chevalier get along so well, haha!

(….I didn’t know.)

━━FLASHBACK━━

Yves: I feel like he's pushing you to isolate yourself in the court.

Yves: Deliberately showing off your friendship to many people, increasing your enemies, and focusing on your malice...

Yves: He's trying to trample on your heart.

━━FLASHBACK ENDS━━

(.......Prince Chevalier has absolutely been on my side.)

(If I’m going to be afraid of Prince Chevalier and distance myself from him, then I will be one step closer to isolation.)

(But after all, I don't know what that has to do with isolation, it's a roundabout way of thinking.)

But there are some things I am sure of.

(If this continues I am going to be trampled under the rug of malice.)

Before I knew it, the sun had set, and the small stars covered the sky.

The chilly night air makes me want to rub my body.

And the atmosphere itself was not welcoming.

Gilbert: Hey, did you know? I heard from an acquaintance that this way of sitting is called kneeling on the ground.

(My legs are...starting to get more painful.)

My face is contorted in the arduous position of bending both legs.

Prince Clavis and I were seated side by side next to a huge hole, which made it all more worthless.

Gilbert: First of all, what are you sorry for?

Emma: ......I am sorry.

(Prince Gilbert... jumped into the hole with glee.)

I ended up completing the pit with Prince Clavis.

Prince Gilbert, who was taken out into the garden by Cyril, hid in the bushes to watch over the figure in between.

However, Prince Gilbert, who is known as the ever-victorious marshal, could not fail to notice the pitfalls.

The sight of him smiling, diving into the hole, and making a spectacular landing was etched in my brain as a traumatic experience.

(Thanks to the creation of the pitfalls, I've gotten a lot better, so it shouldn't be all bad.....Yeah.)

Prince Gilbert was also making fun of us with a smirk rather than being genuinely angry.

Clavis: I was surprised that this kind of trick would not work. You're so narrow minded.

Gilbert: I've been nice to you, haven't I? I think I'm kinder to you than your brother.

Gilbert: But importantly, little rabbit, your legs are weak, aren't they? I'll carry you.

Emma: No—

Gilbert: I'll.Carry.You. ... okay?

Emma: ….Thank you very much.

(For once it's my fault, and I'll listen to what Prince Gilbert says.)

(Frankly, I'm not even sure I can walk right now.)

I staggered to my feet and Prince Gilbert picks me up.

Like before, I was entrusted with holding a cane and grasped it tightly.

Clavis: Hmmm…..you are so eager to hold Emma, aren’t you?

Gilbert: It's a great way to show off our friendship.

Clavis: Even if you don't make that kind of appeal, you're getting enough of it, aren't you? You're madly crazy about Emma.

Gilbert: Ahaha, I’m so embarrassed that I am.

(….You don't even think about it in your heart though.)

Gilbert: Oh, yeah. Clavis, in exchange with the no-contest for putting me in the pitfall, I have a favor to ask you.

Clavis: Even without the pitfalls, you were going to ask, weren't you?

Gilbert: You know better than anyone that what I'm asking is absolute.

Clavis:……

(….?)

Prince Gilbert looks down at Prince Clavis, who remains seated with a smile.

Gilbert: Two....no, give me an invitation to an evening party for three?

Gilbert: A secret party hosted by you.

Clavis:……

(Prince Clavis?)

Prince Clavis, who used to seem in a pleasant mood, became slightly tense.

Gilbert: Hey, is there something wrong with that?

Clavis:….No, you're a very special guest. The guests there will be surprised.

Gilbert: Hehe, that's what makes you happy, isn't it? It's something you can't stop loving.

Clavis: Hmm….That’s true.

(Oh, I'm convinced.)

I don't know what a secret night party is like, but for some reason, it sends shivers down my spine.

Clavis: All right. I'll get you an invitation.

Gilbert: Thank you... Little Rabbit, shall we go together?

Emma: Together?

Gilbert: Yeah, it's like I'm going for you.

Under the starry sky, a fresh smile plays.

Gilbert: You want to know who sent the assassins to Chevalier, don't you?

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teaberrii · 2 years

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Can We Talk?

You just want to hear his voice but end up with something more.

Xiao/You

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“Hi.”

Xiao looks up. He recognizes you. How can he not? You’re the person he’s been trying to avoid… and failing miserably.

You look at the empty seat in front of him. “Is this seat taken?”

Should he leave? He’s aware of how offensive that would look, and the last thing he wants is to offend you. So, Xiao settles for looking back at his book, and you take that as an answer by sitting down. You’re used to it, after all.

You just want to talk to him, the recent transfer student. Why? Because you’re completely taken by his voice. It’s calm, soothing, and just a pleasure to the ears. There’s something about it that has you starstruck. If only he isn’t so quiet.

You sneak a peek at him. “Um… could you help me with a math problem? I’ve been stuck on it for a few days.”

He doesn't reply, and an awkward silence starts to settle. Does he find you annoying? You won't be surprised. You've been eager to talk to him as much as possible, but each attempt left you with a one-word answer. Maybe you should go. Before you're about to stand, Xiao closes his book and looks at you.

“...What problem is it?”

Your jaw drops. Are your efforts finally paying off? You eagerly take out your book and put it on the table.

Xiao isn’t sure what this strange fluttering feeling is. A mix of nervousness and happiness, but mostly nervousness. It’s why he’s been avoiding you. But seeing the genuine happiness on your face is so pure. It’s endearing. Is that the cause of these foreign feelings?

Xiao watches you flip to a page; your words are lost on deaf ears as he notices the little things about your features. Yes, you're pretty. Naturally pretty. But it's your smile that has him smitten. If only he knew.

A breeze comes in through the open window, and he smells your faint, sweet fragrance.

Little do you know, you’re the first person he noticed upon entering the classroom. You had a curious look on your face, and when he sat next to you, you held out your hand and instantly introduced yourself. Since then, you wouldn’t leave him alone… which made him terribly nervous.

The way you smiled at him and accidentally brushed against him in the crowded hallways made Xiao feel things he had never felt before. It’s too much, so he did his best to avoid you. But, clearly, you have other plans.

“Xiao?”

He looks at you, and his cheeks heat up. You’re close to him. Not close enough that he would say you’re intruding on his personal space, but close enough to make his heart do somersaults in his chest.

Xiao quickly looks down. “...Which one is it?”

You point to the one near the bottom of the page. Xiao picks up his pencil and explains the problem to you, but your attention is elsewhere. While his voice is like music to your ears, it's just now that you see how handsome he is up close. Then, suddenly, Xiao looks up, taking you by surprise.

“Are you listening?”

"Ah, yeah, um, you take the square root here"—you look down—"and…."

Oh. He's talking about multiplication. You feel the heat in your face stretch to your ears. Say something. Anything. But your mind is blank.

“...You weren’t paying attention.”

You glance at him. “...Sorry.”

"I think you owe me." You blink once. Twice. "...Would you like to have coffee together?"

Really? Seriously? Your jaw drops… again. Today is just full of surprises. “Yes!”

Xiao has to stop himself from smiling. “Then, let’s finish this quickly.”

You’d never solve a math problem so fast in your life.

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bonny-kookoo · 2 years

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Taehyung: Comfort stranger

In which it's not just Taehyung who finds himself surprised at how comfortable he feels with you in his home.

Tags/Warnings: Idol!Taehyung, foreigner!Reader, home!AU, slight language barriers, Taehyung's superior english skills part 2, kim yeontan as cupid, fluff, mutual pining, strangers to lovers

Additional Chapter Warnings: uhm.. So they make out, a lil, just a pinch

Length: mid

Languages are marked as: English / Korean

All works surrounding Home!Taehyung can be found under the Tag #Home!Taehyung

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His home is oddly inviting- though even the air feels as if it's worth more than half a year's worth of your income.

You thank him under your breath as he helps you take off your coat- he uses that motion to hide his own nervousness with the whole situation. He couldn't get himself to cook and possibly fuck up- so he ordered instead, everything still on it's way to arrive, something he's rather glad about.

Yeontan eagerly barks at up at you, jumping around as if to show you his home as well. "hello hello, I'm very excited to see you too." you giggle, bending down to pet the happy dog- making Taehyung smile as he looks at you. You seem at ease- your clothes chosen comfortably casual, just like himself.

"I.. Called. Food." he tries go explain with his rather limited vocabulary- and to his relief, you seem to understand what he's trying to say. "soon." he nods towards you, and you stand up again, smiling reassuringly.

"you can speak korean, you know." you tell him. "I will try and understand much as I know." you cutely stumble over the grammar, making him grin a little.

"no no, I need to practice anyways." he waves you off, leading you to the living room area; paintings of different styles on the walls all around. "this gives me a reason to do so. So I can talk to you more." he explains, sitting down with you on the couch, Yeontan eagerly hopping up as well as if he doesn't want to miss out on anything. "how are you?" he asks, and you smile in return.

"I'm good. Your apartment is lovely." you compliment, and he takes pride in it; glad his home makes you feel comfortable.

"thank you." he replies- attempting to say something else, when the doorbell rings, food probably finally arriving. He doesn't know if he's upset or glad about it for a second, but decides on neither as you help him unpack everything on the table in front of you. He'd told you his plans over texts already, so even the food ordered is no surprise to you; still, it all feels very unexpected, because the way he behaves is very much the same as a boyfriend. You're not sure if he's just this friendly with everyone- or if he really wants to appear this way because he wants you to see him as a potential partner.

"I..." he starts, brows furrowing as he thinks about how to properly convey his thoughts in the language he'd been neglecting for years due to the fact that Namjoon did all the talking anyways. "hm. Hope this-" he motions around a little, gesturing to help what he's trying to say. "not weird." he says, before he continues to eat.

"no no-" you shake your head, smiling. "-but then again, I've never had a date before, so I wouldn't know what's normal anyways." you shrug, eating as well.

Taehyung next to you however freezes almost, looking at you with a look that shows how he doesn't believe you. "no." he says. "really?" he wonders, and you nod.

"I'm not really into the whole one-night-stand thing. And it's all what people want from me here." you say. "it's nothing against you- but that's why I kind of said what I said when you asked me out." The singer seems to think for a bit about your words, pulling them apart in his head and connecting the context if something wasn't in his vocabulary.

"ah~." he hums out after processing, shaking his head a little. "not me. I?" he points at himself. "not. You very pretty, but I want slow." he explains, and you nod.

"so but.. You're like what? Interested in me?" you wonder, and he nods. "like, a relationship?" you dig deeper, and he nods again, chewing a bit faster to be able to speak.

"is weird?" he asks, and you shrug.

"I thought you guys were too busy to date and all." you simply explain, unsure. "but then again, I don't know you at all." you giggle, making him smile.

"we can change." he flirts, and you can't help but blush a bit at those words. "when's your birthday?" he asks, unable to quite ask it in english- and it's fine, because ghe conversation still flows freely, no major obstructions at all. You share some personal stories, dig up embarrassing memories- it's what you always thought dates were supposed to be.

It all feels natural- from the way you excuse yourself for a short bathroom break, to the fact that he invites you to sit next to him right when you return. He's very attuned to your body language it seems- slowing down if you become tense, and becoming bold when you're inviting him to.

Though you're not sure when the kiss happened.

It was a simple moment of silence, and then his eyes glanced at your lips- his tongue reaching out to run over his own, before he looks up at you, silently asking for permission. And you nod, leaning in with him, quickly able to taste the faint trace of soju on his tongue.

When you part for a second, he's still looking at you; his eyes darting from one apot to another, unable to focus on just one feature of yours it seems. The kiss had finalized his own suspicions at this point.

It's more than a crush now- He's starting to fall in love.

And he hopes you do too.

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lemonyko0 · 2 years

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Mr. Jeon: Jealousy

“You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.” I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything."

» genre: angst! smut, fluff at the absolute very end (unless simping counts in which case, plenty)

» word count: 5.7k

» description: teacher x student, voyeurism, almost cuckold but not really ... just read i can't think of a term for this. two members ;)

Part 3 | Masterpost

jungkook’s pov

I sigh and run my fingers through my hair. If only I had any ounce of self control I wouldn't be in this situation to begin with. if only i was as smart as i thought myself to be.

My eyes scan over her name in my phone.

How can someone be so trusting?

It’s not even that she doesn't know, she seems not to care at all. Each conversation with her is a testament to that. I’ve spent the entire weekend texting her. Never initiating anything myself, I really ought to remind her of my no spam rule, but i think it to be cute, and necessary, that she's this obsessed.

jk: what if i am just using you?

y/n: i just like having your attention. you can do whatever as long as you don't leave me.

jk: and if i left you?

This leaves her typing for quite some time. I can see she's deleting what she's typing and trying over and over again before she finally sends her response.

y/n: don't warn me. just go and never come back.

y/n: i hate being teased like that.

The conversation flatlines soon after, leaving her on read and not being bothered to continue the conversation. She’s got class early anyway, I'm doing her a favor by at least leaving her be for the night.

My shoes click against the tile floors as I head into the school, pushing past the wooden doors to be met with silent halls.

In silence like this you can't help but wander. ask yourself questions like how you ended up here. I never considered myself to be a very deep individual. In fact, I always believed humans were never as fathomless as they believed themselves to be.

It was simple. I became a teacher because my mother was one, and I loved my mother. I saw the joy it gave her, and I chased after her and her life by following in her footsteps while my elder brother followed in my fathers. my parents had favorites, as all do. you're always inclined to love the things that love you back.

I've never asked myself the question if I was ever, genuinely happy in my decision to teach. and now i feel as if it's an unfair question entirely. What qualifies a person to be happy? I lost my mother after my second year teaching at my university job. I always associated her with teaching. Could I ever truly love something, after losing the very reason I started it?

Once my mother was gone I coped much better than anyone thought I would. i'm not sure what they expected, but the sympathetic stares and dinner invitations went stale very quickly, and I left my job and hometown as soon as I found another, even higher paying, job at a different school.

No one here knows anything about my past. They only know what I tell them, and I’ve enjoyed my time here. The people are kind, they don't pry, they invite each other to drinks, dinners, discuss their marriages, families, the economy, and so on.

One man has always stood out to me. He's young for a teacher, like myself. He must be incredibly smart as everyone praises him and holds him in high regards. The staff refer to him almost constantly when struggling with concepts, the subject never mattered.

He was tall, dark hair, wore glasses, dressed average, never attracted attention to himself, and yet he always had it. He looked at me as if he saw through me. I hated it. And it felt like he knew that, too.

I began to see him more and more as the months went on, until it became almost guaranteed that I'd see him when passing through the foreign language wing.

And today was no exception to that.

“Ah, you again.” He grins widely at the sight of me, coffee in one hand and his leather folder in the other, settled underneath his arm.

I force a grin, “It’s me, again.” I stop in front of him in the hall, “Good morning, namjoon.”

He bows his head slightly, looking at me through the top of his black rimmed glasses with a smirk, “good morning to you too jungkook.”

I clear my throat and sigh, “I suppose we have some things to discuss.”

He lingers purposefully, making me uncomfortable with his silence, and I hate to admit it works. “We do.” He extends an arm into the dark room behind me, “If you don't mind.” I turn on my heels and head into the room, watching him set his things down at his desk before opening the blinds to allow a small amount of light to creep into the room, “I'm quite prone to headaches, I don't so much enjoy unnatural light. i find it too harsh.”

I mentally roll my eyes at his behavior, but keep my composure, simply exhaling as I stare at him, “can we stop with the theatrics and you just tell me what you have in mind?”

He ignores me and continues to stare out the window and play with the blinds, before meandering back towards his desk and sitting down with a laugh, “Pretty bold statement considering you're at my mercy. Your entire reputation as an educator on the line. A little harsh, don't you think?”

I shrug, “I'd simply like to handle this already. I figured if your intention was to ruin me, you'd've made a case already.”

He spins slowly side to side in his seat, twirling a pen around his hand, “Who’s to say I don't have one tucked away in my desk?” he chuckles, “I wouldn't put anything past me.”

“Do you?” I ask.

He hums, “I might.” a smile tugs at his lips and he leans forward on his desk, “Have a seat, please.” he watches me intently as I reluctantly sit in the chair on the other side of his desk. He curls his bottom lip and his brows furrow before opening his mouth, “I can't comprehend why a man like you would entertain a relationship with a student.”

He's practically laughing at me, I suppose he doesn't know as much as he thinks he does, “I’m not in a relationship with her.”

He peaks at my response, “You’re not? What would you say your relationship with her would be labeled as?”

I hold my tongue, racking my brain for any mild way to put this, and fail to find one, “Well you clearly know what we did last week, call that what you may.”

He chuckles, “Yeah, strange how I found out though don't you think? All you'd have to do was close the door. I would have walked right past your room, but you didn't.”

I shrug, “I didn't think things would escalate to that.” Lying straight through my teeth.

He nods, “Well you're lucky I’ve always considered us very similar individuals.”

“What do you mean?”

He smirks, “You think you're doing something original? There’s always one, jungkook.” I sigh, not entertained, I didn't come to be reprimanded for my actions like a child. “You’re playing it wrong, all too dangerously.”

I finally let out the sarcastic laugh I’ve been holding in, “please tell me how to ‘play the game’ correctly.”

“Well for starters, I'd like to say it's normal for a man to feel this way, despite any age gaps. So long as she's over the age of consent of course.”

I wince at the thought, “of course she is.”

“Yes of course, and we as educators see hundreds of people a day, thousands a year, and hardly any of them outside of our wall of profession, be it students or teachers. So the likely chance that someone catches your eye and isn't one of those, is slim. The sad reality is so, the more married to your work, the closer you marry your work.” He chuckles at his own joke. “So all i ask from you is three things.”

I sat up in my seat, “please go on, i haven't got all day.”

He nods, “I can't sit here and tell a grown man what to do, but you cannot be so careless. If you're intent on keeping her around, don't interact with each other while you're at work. It’d be one thing if she was simply a student here and not yours, you could just argue you met in other circumstances. But luckily the semester ends soon, until then you can’t waver the professional line.”

“She already knows this.”

“Good, secondly, on the chance you do get caught, I’ve never known anything about this.”

I laugh, “I figured.”

“I've taken it upon myself to look into your personal life, and I'm not fond of blackmail, but consequences to meet these requirements will result in unfavorable things for you.”

“Mhm, wouldn’t want to jeopardize your spotless record.”

He smiles, “Glad we understand each other, and lastly, I want to talk to her.”

I raise an eyebrow, “You want to talk to her?”I shake my head in disbelief, the hoops he’s making me jump through, “Just the two of you? I’m not sure she’ll agree to that.”

He shrugs and heads towards the door, “I don’t care if you’re there or not, it won’t change anything that I do, whether you’re watching or not.” He gives me a shit-eating grin, acting like this purposefully to get under my skin. I’m not a fool, I know what he’s planning to do.

I go throughout the rest of the day lost in my own thoughts, and when the final bell tolls I slouch back in my seat. “Y/N, can I see you for a second?”

I call out to her as she passes my desk and heads for the door. She looks surprised and turns around, “Yes Mr. Jeon?”

I lean forward on my desk, resting my forearms on it as I look around, waiting for the classroom to clear out before glancing back up at her, “Do you have plans tonight?”

She ticks her head to the side, “No, I don’t.”

I nod and sigh, “Okay good, I have someone that wants to meet you.”

“Who?” She asks, puzzled.

I sigh, unsure how much information I can actually trust her with. If I tell her what I’ve gotten myself into she’ll have no reason to go. It’s solely beneficial to me, and if she isn’t interested in seeing another man then that puts me in the worst possible position.

I grin and look up at her, “It’s a surprise. Wear something cute.”

She nods slowly and takes a step away before stopping, “W-where are we going?”

“I’ll pick you up at the bus stop near your house at 10.”

With the details all sorted to her liking she skips off happily to her last class of the day.

I take one last breath before she opens the car door, sitting down and looking at me with a large grin, “Hi.”

I smile back at her, trying not to show my nervousness, “Hi baby.”

She sits back in her seat and blushes as she clicks her seatbelt on, “Are we going to your house?”

I shake my head, “Our guest decided on the location, it's about a half hour away.”

She hums, “That’s kind of far.”

I nod and begin driving, “I know, do your parents know you’re gone?”

She glances at my side profile then looks out the window, “I don’t know.”

I chuckle, “You don’t know? You still live with them don’t you?” She nods silently, and I rack my brain for any thought or memory of ever having seen or met her parents but to no avail. “Are they away a lot?” She shakes her head, clearly not a fan of talking about this but now I'm interested. “Do they not pay much attention to you?”

She chuckles so quietly I almost miss it over the humming of the engine. “You could say that.”

She stays silent the rest of the ride. I had predicted a relatively interrogative ride to the hotel but our conversation at the beginning had put her in some kind of mood.

A few blocks away and already into the city I try to lighten her mood.

I place my hand on her thigh and she falls out of her trance to stare at me for a moment, but quickly falls back into it.

I mentally sigh, wishing it would have been that easy, “Baby.” I call out to her, she looks to me and responds quietly, “You look very pretty. I think our guest will agree.”

She grins and takes the hand I placed into hers and plays with my fingers, “You think?

I grin, eyes on the road, “I think he’d be an idiot not to.”

“So it's a he?”

I hum, “What do you think about that?”

Her lips tug, “Nervous.”

“Nervous? Why are you nervous?” I tick my head.

“Because you're nervous.”

I glance at her then immediately back to the road, “Don't worry about me. We’ll see when we get there.” I pull into the parking of the familiar hotel. I ought to have predicted he'd choose something more opulent like this. He’s always given me “daddy’s money” vibes. Not that his salary couldn't support this as well.

“Woah is this where we’re going?”

I park the car and nod, “Yes, follow me.”

We walk past the automatic doors in the front, revealing a gold and white interior to the building's monotone exterior. I had gotten a text a few hours earlier of a room number, the lady at the desk only looking up from her book for a moment before turning around in her seat.

The elevator ride was also silent, but I can feel her body heat she’s so close to me.

“Come here.” I extend my arm to her and she latches onto it as the elevator dings and I search for the room.

As soon as I find it I knock on the door. I feel her grip on me tighten and the door opens in front of us to reveal the same man I had talked to earlier that day.

Your POV

“Ah, hello y/n.” a man grins at me, ignoring jungkook and extending his hand outwards towards me. “I'm Namjoon, or Mr.Kim.”

I looked from him to Jungkook, and he nods to me so I let my hand become engulfed in his. I don't step away from Jungkook for a second as we enter the hotel room. I have a weird gut feeling but I also have faith that Jungkook would never put me in danger. I’d do anything for him, and if this is a test I know I’ll pass.

Namjoon walks to a table by the window where a glass jar of liquor sits and some shot glasses, “Jungkook?” he offers.

He laughs, sitting us both on a large bed in the center of the room, “You first.”

He smiles at him, “You’re sharper than I thought.” He downs a shot, refills it then hands it to Jungkook as he pours another.

Namjoon then stands with the glass in his hand and meanders towards me, sitting beside me and leaning rather close, to a point where I could smell the cologne. I don't know what scent that is, but it smells like he’s got money.

“Would you like to try it, dear?”

I stare at him and Jungkook speaks up from behind me, “Only do it if you want to, baby.”

Namjoon glances at him with hooded eyes then back to me with a small grin, “Of course, you should never do anything you don't want to.”

I gulp and let go of Jungkook’s arm, taking the small glass with two hands before drinking it.

My face immediately winces like I had eaten an entire lemon and I stick my tongue out. “bleh.”

They both chuckle at my reaction, “First time?” someone asks and I nod, never having drank before.

It settles on my tongue and I find the aftertaste quite nice. “That's not that bad actually.” I say but a displeased expression is still present on my face.

“Here.” Namjoon hands me a water. “Drink this after, as a chaser.”

I untwist the bottle and take a sip, “Is that what you call what you drink after alcohol?”

He grins, “Yes it is, you are a quick learner aren’t you.” I smile up at him and he leans closer, pulling a strand of hair behind my ear and staring at my lips.

This reeks of trouble, but I know Jungkook is beside me. Surely we wouldn't be here if he wasn't in on whatever is happening, right?

Worried nonetheless I pull back and turn to look at him, who’s already staring at me with an unamused face. “W-what's going on?” I ask him.

“Don't be so dense, baby. I think Namjoon is interested in teaching you as well.”

My eyes widen and I grab onto him, “But y-you’re okay with this? Do you want me to do this?”

He grins, “Why would I bring you here if I wasn't? Do what you want baby.”

“I want you.” I insist. I don’t so much care for the other guy. Unless I’m explicitly told to entertain him, I’m not interested, and frankly a little embarrassed.

He stares at me speechlessly, then looks towards Namjoon. “You’ve trained her well.” He says impressed. “Bet she’d do anything you told her.”

I nod, looking up at Jungkook. I place my hand on his thigh, “Anything!”

He bites his lip before speaking to me again, “Even if I told you to let him have you?”

I frown at him, more confused than anything, he told me only a few days ago I was not to have boyfriends or let anyone else touch me, and now he's asking me to do exactly that? “W-why-”

“No why. It's a yes or no question, y/n. Would you?”

I nod determined, “Yes, i-if that's what you want.”

“It is. Now stop staring at me.” He rises from the bed and walks over to the liquor, pouring himself a shot and taking it before sitting in a seat in the corner of the room.

Namjoon crawls in front of me, “Just like he said gorgeous, look at me.” I do as told, committing to the idea that this is what he wants and I want it too.

“W-what are we going to do?” I ask him, still feeling my knowledge on the topic of intimacy is still growing.

He smiles, leaning in so close his nose almost touches mine, “Whatever you'll let me.” He closes the gap and presses his lips onto mine, leaning me downwards until my head hits the pillows. He licks at my lips and a hand comes up to my jaw, massaging it and I knowingly let my mouth fall open and he kisses me with tongue.

I can't remember doing this before, and he grins as if it's obvious, “So cute.”

My cheeks heat all the same, and he kisses me more feverently, his large hands sliding everywhere on my body until one slides into the top of my dress and over my boob, lightly pinching my nipple and causing my back to arch into him.

"Baby likes that huh?” I look at him, my lip gloss reflecting on his lips as well and I hum.“Where else do you like being touched, kitten?”

The nickname confuses me but I answer him the same I’d answer Jungkook. I grab his other hand as he continues to flick at my nub with the other, and lead it down to my very lower stomach, “h-here feels good too.”

He sucks at the skin on my neck rather harshly than Jungkook does and I wince. “This part?” He asks, his hand applying pressure where I put him but that wasn't right.

I shake my head, “no.”

He smiles and bites at my ear, “Then, where?”

I whimper and push his hand further down to my naughty bits, “h-here.”

He hums and adjusts his hand directly over my good spot, pressing his fingers up and down my underwear, “Right here, you said?”

I moan and my body squirms, “y-yeah there.”

He persists, focusing on my chest and his other hand moving up and down until he pauses, removing both hands and pulling my dress up to my waist, completely revealing my lower half.

“Lift your hips baby.” He grabs onto my underwear and takes them off. He then turns to Jungkook, amusedly sat twirling liquid around in a glass, and hands him the garment, “here, it's yours, really.”

He looks up at him sharply, and ignores his gesture. Namjoon chuckles, “Your loss.” He then turns back to me, both hands on either of my knees as he widens my legs, “Wonder why he’s so upset?” He dips his head down between my thighs and my brows furrow, until I feel what must be his tongue. Licking multiple stripes before a finger flicks at the super sensitive part of me in a pattern.The feeling both new and overwhelming has me gasping and the bedsheets crumpling beneath my hands. “Oh f-fuck!”

“What is it baby?” He laughs, quickly resuming.

“F-feels really good.”

He leans his head against my thigh, “Has Jungkook never done this for you?”

I shake my head, glancing at him whose eyes haven't left us, “N-no.”

He grins, “Well that's okay, not every man can do this. Only the good ones.”

I whimper as he continues to touch me, “h-he’s really good.”

“Is he?” I nod, choking on my words. He smirks, “Ask him to try then. You can tell us who's better.”

I look over at Jungkook who’s now sitting on the edge of his seat. “Jungkookie?” I call out to him, “C-can you? Please?”

He twitches in his seat, “You don't seem to need my help baby. She's easy, she’ll come just like this if you let her.”

Namjoon laps at my area rather viciously and I moan out as he pulls back and chuckles, “Yeah, I can tell. Such a sensitive girl.” He coos, pushing a finger in lightly at my entrance and I try to push back the noises in my throat but I fail miserably. “Oh you like that, don't you?” He pushes a finger in all the way and begins to pump it in and out of me, lightly curling his finger.

I shake my head vigorously, “y-yeah, Jungkook taught me.”

He adds a finger and moves faster, “Did he? Did you come on his fingers?”

I nod again, “Y-yes, fuck.” My back arches and it's as if he predicted it, I feel the familiar tightening and burning sensation in my lower stomach, like I’m gonna pee.

He pulls his hand away completely and laughs at me, “Can't have you finishing that easily, can we? It’ll ruin the fun.”

I pout. “I-i was close, please-”

“Why would I let you finish when you’ve barely touched me? Doesn't seem fair does it y/n?”

I shake my head, “No. That's not fair.”

He grins, sliding his bottoms off and completely exposing himself to me. “So baby, what can you do?”

I stare at his dick, very different from Jungkook’s. I guess it never occurred to me they wouldn't all be the same. He's definitely longer but not larger, if that makes sense. “I-i can use my mouth, or my…”

I gesture at the area he left unfinished and he grins, “Do you know that word?”

I shake my head, “Only the medical term, i guess.”

He grins, “Your pussy?”

I wince, not liking that word, and he laughs, “don't like that word?” I shake my head. “Well, you can decide if you'd rather use that or your mouth.”

I'm unsure of the right choice here. Jungkook always tells me what he wants. “What do you want?” I ask him, scooting closer.

He smiles and grips the bottom of my dress, “arms up.” He slides the fabric off of me easily, leaving me completely bare in front of him. He ogled my chest before answering, “Why don't you ride me?”

“Ride, you?”

He nods, leaning against the bed frame and stroking his member with his own hand, “Haven't done that either?” He laughs, “Must be a pretty shit teacher to skip all the fun parts.”

I ignore his comment to Jungkook and simply ask, “H-how do I do that?”

“Come here, like you're going to sit in my lap but don't sit yet.”

I do as told, uncomfortably hovering above his hand that's holding his dick, “okay, now-”

“Now replace my hand.” I do as best I can. “Now sit on it, put it inside you baby.”

I look him in the eyes and he nods, encouraging me to do it. I cautiously sink onto his length, only getting what seems to be a third of the way until it begins to burn a little, then halfway I had to stop. “Ow, fuck.”

He massages my back and hums, “It's alright baby, take your time, you're doing well.”

I slowly sink more and more, my legs growing quickly tired until I collapse down and shove himself in the rest of the way and I cry out.

He moans in my ear and grabs at my ass. “God baby, so fucking tight aren't you?”

“Hurts.” I pout.

He chuckles, “A lot of girls would kill to sleep with a guy like me, you’ll learn to like it. Pain feels good doesn't it baby?”

I take some breaths and it starts to feel much better, I nod my head and he chuckles, “Lean into me, let me help.”

I do as told and he begins to push in and out of me, thrusting harshly but keeping most of himself inside of me. I can feel myself growing hotter, feeling how deep inside of me he reaches and rubs against my walls.

I whimper and bite at his neck as a distraction but this seems to encourage him, thrusting harder and faster and I yelp.

He groans and halts suddenly, flipping us around to where I’m on my back and he’s between my legs, “Fuck if this is how you feel now I can't imagine how you felt your first time.”

I don't know what he means but he doesn't give me any time to ponder his words as he fucks into me aggressively.

I mumble incoherent things as he groans beside my ear, “Gripping onto me so tight, so fucking wet too, just like a whore, got another man watching me fuck you and everything.” He whispers and chuckles, “Tell me, is he watching you get fucked?”

I force my eyes open for a moment and glance at where Jungkook is, staring off at the ground. “N-no.” I mewl.

He growls, “Can’t stand to see it can he? His baby with another guys dick in her?” He laughs, “I know I’d be pissed.”

He continues to thrust into me, one arm balancing himself and the other reaches down to my sensitive area. He begins to rub and flick at it and my back arches as I moan loud.

He cusses in response to my walls tightening erratically, before he moans loudly and stills inside of me. “Fuck.”

He thrusts a few more times before pulling out, and aiming his member towards me as he paints my face and stomach white.

It surprises me and I close my eyes until I feel him lay next to me.

I slowly open them back up and glance around, Jungkook looks away as soon as my eyes meet his, and Namjoon rests beside me with his eyes closed and an arm across his forehead.

He's the first to speak, “Don't you know what to do?”

I shake my head and he chuckles, “Well I’d tell you but I’m not your teacher.” He stands and begins redressing himself. He walks to the bathroom for a moment and fixes his hair before digging into his pockets for a card. “I have the room until 11am tomorrow, do with it what you will.” He grins and tosses it at Jungkook before walking out of the room.

The entire thing happens too fast for me to catch up and it leaves me puzzled.

I look at Jungkook who’s still avoiding eye contact. “Jungkook?” He hums. “What do I do?”

He sighs, “Either grab a wet towel or take a shower.”

I nod and slide off the bed and head into the bathroom. I look around, only a hand towel was out so I grab that, wet it and begin to wipe the white substance off of me.

Once I think I have it all I head back out and stand in front of Jungkook, covering myself best I could, “d-did I get it all?”

His eyes slide over me darkly, looking me up and down before settling on my face, “missed a spot, on your cheek.”

I turn around and wipe at my cheek, “did i get it?”

He nods, and I continue to stand there. “What are you waiting for? Get dressed.”

I frown, “b-but, I’m not finished.”

He looks at me confused, “Not finished?”

I shake my head, “n-need you to touch me.”

He exhales and chuckles, “You didn't get to finish did you baby?”

I pout, “No, didn't let me.”

“Aw.” He coos, getting up from his seat. “Talked all that shit and he left you unfinished? Not much of a man after all, I guess.”

I agree and let him back me up to the bed. “w-will you, please?”

He grins down at me, “I can't say no to your begging, y/n.”

I smile and pull the back of his neck in for a kiss, which he only lets me have for a moment, “Face the bed.” I frown, wanting to kiss him more but I do as I’m told, “Get on it, stay on your knees and put your elbows on the bed.”

The position is weird to me but exposes me perfectly to him. What I can't see is the large grin across his face.

“So pretty baby, do you know how pretty you are?”

I hum contently and feel his slick tongue against my folds. “Still wet too, but not as wet as I get you.”

I shake my head, “You’re much better. He was too mean, too hard.”

He coos, circling a finger against my hole, “At least now you know what other men are like. He’s the epitome of every guy your age.”

“What do you me-” I’m cut off by two of his fingers sliding in at a delicious angle, and pulling them back out slowly, scissoring them before dipping them back in. “God Jungkook.”

He smiles as he watches me, “No one can worship you like me baby. They can't make you feel this good.”

I nod, “F-feel so good.”

He hums, picking up the pace, “I’m sure it does baby.”

It doesn't take but a minute more of his work until the feeling comes back, and he notices the way I tighten around his fingers so he adds a third and his tongue.

“Fuck Jungkook.” I whimper. “T-too much too much.”

“You can take it baby, let it go.”

Only a few seconds more of his relentless actions and I’m cumming against him, hard.

My body easily falls limp and I curl myself up in the sheets, feeling exhausted and worn out.

Jungkook disappears into the bathroom for a few moments, then he reappears beside me, towel in hand as he uncovers my lower half and wipes at my area. I whine and try to move him away, “let me y/n.” I snuggle into his leg and relent, allowing him to touch me until he stops, “I have your clothes, do you want to put them back on?”

I shake my head, not wanting to move another muscle until I at least get a good nap in.

Jungkook begins to stand again but I tug on his arm, “Stay with me, please.”

He sighs, “Let me take you home baby.”

“Why? So I can be alone again?” I snap at him, feeling emotional and tired. “I'm so fucking tired of being left.” I whisper, muffled against the pillows.

He pauses for a moment before walking away. I sigh, letting my body go limp against the bed. I shouldn't have put that onto him, or let myself think he has any reason to stay.

The lights shut off and he shuffles back into the bed beside me, not settling until he hands me something, “put this on please, you’ll get cold like that.”

It registers in my tired brain that he's handing me his shirt, and I look over at him, shirtless and barely in view due to the dark room. The only light from the barely covered window’s city lights, and I feel as if I’m about to burst into tears.

“a-are we staying here?”

He nods, also seeming rather tired, “Yes baby, all night.”

I feel a tear run down my cheek and I turn my back to him, wiping it away before sliding the shirt on.

I let myself fall back onto the bed, he pulls me close, his chest pressed against my back and he inhales my strawberry shampoo. “Thank you.”

I hum, “why are you thanking me? I really should be thanking you, thank you.”

He shakes his head, “You don't deserve anything happening to you. Including me.

I chuckle, “I know.”

He exhales, “I don't mean it like that, baby. I mean you're better than all of this.”

I let a silence settle around us. My brain runs circles around the question I know I shouldn't ask. “I want to say something but I’m afraid it'll scare you.”

He pulls me closer, “You couldn't scare me if you tried.”

I smile, “Do you think we could've had a real shot, if we had met under different circumstances?”

He pauses, “I do.” He kisses my shoulder and mumbled something about how I should go to sleep, but I was already halfway there, and soon after I am comfortably curled up in his arms, sleeping peacefully against his chest above the city lights. and for once I feel wanted.

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