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Hello love,is it okay for me to call you that? Sorry if it isn't,I was wondering if you can write an Yandere!70s or late 60s Elvis where the reader is naive and is dragged to one of his shows by readers friend or anyone she knows,you can choose and he notices her from the crowd but doesn't get the chance to go talk to her and maybe 1 week later he still has her on his mind and luckily he finds her talking to Jerry or someone and maybe he traps her like Rapunzel? Sorry if I'm asking for too much,it's okay if you can't do it! Maybe Priscilla isn't in here because I love her too much to have her heartbroken or anything like that!

Thank you for this! I got a bit carried away, I might edit it too but I hope you like it! 🧚

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word count: 4,641

pairing: naive f!reader x 70s yandere!elvis

warnings: cussing, yandere themes, mentions of abuse, emotional manipulation, stockholm syndrome

You and Elvis were like prey and predator, you were just too naive to see it. You were a lamb to his lion and the moment he laid eyes on you, he knew you were going to be his and only his.

Your older - and wiser - best friend, Betty, had taken you to one of his shows in Vegas, an experience like no other you'd ever had. The loud music, the bright lights, the screaming, was causing you to go into sensory overload and feel frightened and vulnerable. Elvis had noticed you as soon as he did his usual bit of turning the lights on the audience, he was practically bewitched by your beauty and the innocence that was positively radiating off you.

No girl had ever had that effect on Elvis, not in this way, not so instantly.

But Elvis wasn’t to meet you that night. You took off like a little fairytale character, running out of the auditorium as Elvis’ eyes followed you until you disappeared. You couldn’t handle the intense Vegas scene, it was too much for you to cope with and you needed some air. Betty had gone after you, consoling you as you repeatedly apologised for ruining her night and taking off like that but Betty was nothing but supportive, knowing that you were probably not ready for a show as wild as Elvis Presley’s.

Elvis couldn’t get you off his mind, your face was stuck in his head at all times. When he left the stage he was thinking of you, when he cooled off he thought of you, when he jerked off on his trailer he pictured you and as he fell asleep he thought of you.

By the third day of you relentlessly occupying his mind, Elvis knew Jerry had to find you. Funnily enough, both Elvis and Jerry recognised your friend Betty as one of the waitresses from the front of house at the International and Jerry hotel and it didn’t take long for Jerry to scout her out and enquire about you.

Blinded by the idea of getting close to Elvis, Betty gave up your location and contact details to Jerry in an instant and a day later, your phone rang furiously, again and again and again until you picked up.

“Is this Y/N Y/L/N?” A hoarse, deep Southern voice asked.

“Uh-huh! Speaking!” You said chirpily and Elvis melted at the sound of your voice. “Why? Who’s askin’?” You asked, twisting the phone cord with your fingers.

“Elvis Presley.” Elvis said as he heard a little, sweet gasp from the other end of the line, making him chuckle. “I hope you don’t mind me callin’, your lovely friend Betty passed on your number to me.”

“How do I know you’re really Elvis Presley and not Johnny from work because this could really be somethin’ Johnny would do.” You giggled adorably.

“You wore a white silk dress to my show, you ran out just as I began singin’ Suspicious Minds, guessin’ you ain’t too keen on that song, eh?” Elvis said and your stomach dropped, realising it really was Elvis.

"Oh gee." You mumbled. "I, um, I love your songs mister, I just, um, m'not good with crowds, it's silly, I know," You told the man.

"I don't think it's silly, I don't like crowds neither," Elvis agreed. "It's flatterin' to perform to a crowd but I hate bein' in them, I try to avoid them too." Elvis said, making you feel a little validated.

"I betchu get a lotta crowds, mister." You mused softly as if you were chatting to an old friend.

A deep chuckle could be heard on the other end of the line. "You can say that again, darlin'. But I sure was sad t'see you go so soon." Elvis said.

"M'sorry Mr Presley, m'sure Betty probably told ya, but I really am a big fan, I was real excited to see ya and I even wrote about it in my diary and everythin', it's just, it's just that I find crowds and all the loud noises and everythin' all a bit scary sometimes, and a couple of ladies," You paused and chewed your lip. "Well, they were just real big fans of yours I s'pose, pushed me outta the way to try to get to you and it was all gettin' a little intense see, and I just, it got a bit too much, I wish I did stay though, I said that to Betty too, that I felt real bad, I think I ruined her night really, I wrote her a real big sorry note and she says its okay but I know she's just bein' nice. Y'know I wish I'd stayed because that song you sing, Love Me Tender, oh boy, that's one of my favourite songs ever and I was real upset I missed it, you sing that beautifully Mr Presley." You babbled sweetly. "M'sorry, I've been ramblin' on and on atchu. I know some of it sounds dumb, a lotta people have said I'm dumb for not likin' crowds and loud music and, I mean, I don't really like it when people call me dumb, but I guess, um, maybe it is sorta."

Everything in the way you spoke confirmed to Elvis exactly what he'd expected; you were sweet, kind, naive and nervous.

"Now, now. You are not dumb for that and anyone who calls you that is frankly, an idiot." Elvis said, making you giggle. "How's about you and Betty come along down to the hotel tomorrow evening? I'd sure like to meet you without any of those crowds, maybe I can show you how to play Love Me Tender on the piano, I love that song too, little one." Elvis proposed, the pet name making your tummy do somersaults with nervous excitement at the sweet attention you were receiving.

You agreed, almost a little too eagerly, making Elvis realise that you were just like an excitable puppy, and he adored it.

He told you that he'd send his friend Jerry in a car for you and you bid him goodbye, running straight to your bedroom to write down as much of the conversation as you could remember in your pink diary.

You didn't sleep that night with so much excitement bubbling up inside of you. But, before you knew it, you were in a car with Jerry Schilling, asking a million questions about Elvis, the International and about Jerry too. Jerry understood straight away why you were so appealing to Elvis, you were everything that Elvis looked for, but Jerry knew Elvis a little too well and Jerry knew that once you were in Elvis' grasp, he'd never let you go. Jerry almost felt bad as you both sat in the car as he knew this would be the last time you experienced life as you knew it, everything would change when you stepped into the International Hotel.

Weirdly enough, Betty was nowhere to be found as you were escorted to Elvis' dressing room. The nerves were growing inside of you as you smoothed out your lilac dress and made sure no strays of your long, flowing hair were out of place as Jerry knocked on the door. That familiar voice could be heard from the other side of the door, calling for you to enter.

When you walked in, Elvis rose from his seat to greet you. He dominated the space, his aura was powerful and magnetic and he practically towered over everyone. His presence was overwhelming and instantly alluring and addictive.

As he approached you, you couldn't help but panic a little, you so desperately wanted to impress him, yet you'd never been in such a position before. Elvis on the other hand, thought you were simply adorable. You were as beautiful as he'd remembered and you had a gentle and shy demeanour, although from his brief conversation with you, he could tell that you could probably be very stubborn too.

Elvis grabbed you a soft drink after you both greeted each other, letting you relax a little as you took in the atmosphere. You chatted for a little while before Elvis offered to take you on a tour the hotel and the little recording booth that had been installed too.

"Shouldn't we wait for Betty? She'd like to go on the tour too, Mr Presley. I don't know why she's not here yet, but I s'pose her job can make her kinda busy, but I know she'd really wanna be here so I don't know what's holdin' her up."

"Sweetheart, please call me Elvis, I know I'm an old man these days, but you don't have to address me like one." Elvis laughed, making you blush. "But I'm sorry darlin', I thought Jer told ya, Betty said she couldn't make it? She said she was awful sorry but her boss had sent her for some trainin' thing or somethin', I don't know, I'm sorry no-one told you, honey." Elvis said, making you look up with confusion.

"Oh." You said quietly. You knew how much of a fan Betty was of Elvis and that she'd waited for ages to be allowed by her boss to have the evening off to see his show. "She must be real upset, she really wanted to go to your show." You told him.

"You think she'd like a signed picture of me, honey? I'll get one sent over to her straight away." Elvis told you, making you smile.

"Oh gee, that would be real kind of you, Betty would love that! Y'know, I even think she'd put it in a frame and keep it on display!" You giggled adorably. You admired how down to earth and friendly Elvis was for a famous musician.

You followed Elvis around the hotel, in awe of everything he showed you and loving every second you spent by his side as you began to feel oddly attached to him.

Elvis even taught you to play the melody for Love Me Tender on the piano, not getting mad or angry at you for messing it up - even on the twelfth try. That's when you let slip about your upbringing and how your parents would berate you and emotionally abuse you for not being able to pick things up as quickly as they wanted you to. Elvis didn't pry, but he listened intently to what you were telling him and working out how it made you behave and react and how he could use it to keep you as his own.

But when the magical day finally came to and end, the communication didn't stop then. You and Elvis would call each other all the time and he became all you thought about, day in, day out.

You visited him at the hotel several more times, spending hours together, giggling, teasing each other, reading, relaxing and trying to perfect that piano melody.

It wasn't until your sixth visit that you finally bumped into Betty again, dashing away from Jerry who would always escort you to Elvis to go see her at her waitress' post.

"Betty! Betty!" You said with a beaming smile, dashing up to her, only to be met with a less than friendly reception. Your smile dropped a little, noticing the tense atmosphere. "I haven't seen you in ages!"

"I know. I've been tryna reach ya Y/N, but there are whisperin's that you're seein' Elvis Presley? Is that true?" Betty said with slight frustration in her tone.

"Uh-huh! He's one of my best friends now I think, just like you! I even made him a bracelet and he says he's gonna wear it on stage!" You giggled.

"Why didn't you tell me you were seeing Elvis Presley? I'm meant to be your best friend Y/N and I gotta hear from Darlene, the dishwasher that my best friend is bein' snuck in to meet the King? You know how much I loved Elvis, Y/N, you knew it would hurt me if you got together with him." Betty said, making you frown with worry.

You adored Betty, you always had and it was never your intention to ever hurt her - or anyone that matter.

"M'not together with Elvis in that way, he's just a friend and I tried to tell ya but when I tried t'ring ya back, I couldn't get through. But he gave you that signed picture of him as a sorry that you couldn't come to the tour with me, remember? He likes you, promise!" You said, trying your best to make her feel better.

"What are you talkin' about Y/N? What picture? What tour?" Betty said, bewildered and frustrated.

You chewed your lip as you began to feel a bit confused at everything, Elvis and Jerry had told you about how busy Betty and the rest of the staff at the International were.

"Y'know how you were doin' the training so you couldn't come with me on the tour and Elvis and Jerry sent you that signed autograph picture of Elvis remember? Elvis told me that you told Jerry you couldn't come? He said that you'd got the autograph?" You said softly, feeling confused and anxious.

Betty sighed, shaking her head as she looked at the floor, putting the together the pieces and realising what Elvis was doing to you.

"Jesus." Betty muttered. "I wasn't invited to any tour, Y/N, the only time I've talked to Jerry Schilling was when he promised I could meet Elvis with you and then I never heard from him again and now I realise why. I didn't get any goddamn autograph."

"It must've just got lost Betty, I swear, Elvis really wants to meet you." You insisted naively.

"He's just lying to you to get on your good side, he just wants to fuck you." Betty practically spat.

Your eyes widened at the cursing, you'd never experienced Betty like this before and you were beginning to feel upset over it all. Elvis had been nothing but sweet to you.

"No he doesn't, he's not like that. He wouldn't lie to me, Betty." You said defensively.

"God, you're so dumb sometimes, you know that? He's literally manipulating you, Y/N." Betty exclaimed, the words cutting deep, prompting tears to pool in your eyes.

Many people had called you dumb before, but Betty had never been one of them. She'd been the only person you were really friends with since you'd moved to Vegas and now you'd lost her.

"M'not dumb." You said quietly, your voice cracking at the end as you turned away from who you thought was your best friend, running straight past Jerry and through to where you knew Elvis would be.

When Elvis saw you in tears, he became protective immediately, cooing at you as you engulfed him in a hug, needing his love and his attention. He wrapped his big arms around you, rubbing soothing circles in your back, whispering sweet nothings about how he was here, you were safe and everything was going to be okay.

Once you'd calmed down, you finally managed to get your words out, explaining what had happened, telling Elvis that you knew he would send the autographs and that you trusted him. Little did you know, that Betty was right all along but she'd just pushed you straight into Elvis' trap.

"A-and t-then, she, she said I was d-dumb, m'not dumb, Elvis, m'not!" You said through little mewls and sobs, revealing your biggest insecurity to him.

"Oh sweet girl, you're not dumb, I know that, you're my clever girl." Elvis comforted.

Elvis continued to soothe you from your distress, helping to calm you down with soft, tender kisses to your cheeks and the top of your head. You agreed that maybe it was best if you don't see Betty anymore, Elvis didn't want to see you upset again and told you that Betty was just jealous of you now, that she wasn't someone that you needed in your life anymore.

That night, you stayed in Elvis' bed for the first time after he easily convinced you that you were in no fit state to be taken home and left on your own.

A few months had gone by since your first few encounters with Elvis and you were firmly his little girl now. Everyone knew it, his circle, the staff at the International and it hadn't taken long for it to reach the press that Elvis Presley had a shiny new toy locked away in the biggest suite in the International.

The Vegas scene was all a bit much for you, understandably so. You didn't understand how Elvis managed it all, it was a relentless routine of shows, press, crowds, parties and wild antics and you couldn't keep up. Elvis never pressured you to take part in anything you didn't want to, in fact, he encouraged you to stay in the suite, insisting upon it sometimes, for your own good, he would say.

And you trusted Elvis beyond belief. You knew that he wanted the best for you and you ended up being quite content spending your days in your gilded cage of a luxury hotel suite.

Sometimes you wanted to leave, Elvis would never stop you, but every time you went with Elvis elsewhere, things would get out of hand and you'd both be mobbed by fans to the point that you would send Elvis that knowing, pleading look that meant you wanted to go back to your peaceful palace and escape the madness of the lobby or street - and he'd take you back up in a heartbeat.

But right now, you were on the bathroom floor, panicking after reading a magazine that had been left on one of the coffee tables that featured you and Elvis in it. It talked about you suffering 'Stockholm Syndrome', something you'd never heard before and you were frantically trying to find any kind of medicine that would explain, and treat, whatever this syndrome just happened to be.

"Baby, what are ya doin'?" "M'tryna find the right medicine." You mumbled, your mind totally preoccupied on trying to find out whatever was wrong with you and what you needed to fix this so-called 'syndrome'.

Elvis crouched down to your level, his brow furrowed with concern as he watched you routinely pick up a bottle of pills or vitamins, hold it up to your face so you could inspect the label with knitted brows and a lot of concentration before casting it aside when you knew it wouldn't be what you needed.

"Are you sick, little?" Elvis asked gently, a little worried about you.

You huffed, feeling a little bratty and grumpy at the interruptions. You were feeling anxious about what you'd read and it wasn't helping that Elvis kept badgering you with questions - even if it was actually only two questions. "Well, I don't know." You muttered crankily, your bottom lip jutting out as you looked down at the mess around you.

If Elvis wasn't so concerned about you in this moment, he'd actually rather tell you how cute you looked, all mopey and bratty in the middle of the big bathroom floor, your nightgown pooling around you as you sat of the soft shower mat that you'd moved so the cold bathroom tile wouldn't touch your skin.

"You don't know if ya sick or not? Honey, I'm no doctor, but that don't sound right t'me." Elvis chuckled at you, making you get all worked up all over again - this was no laughing matter, apparently everyone that read that magazine in America knew you were sick and you were too stupid to even know it yourself.

"It's not funny!" You snapped, crossing your arms and glaring at Elvis.

"Oh darlin', I'm only playin' with my little girl, tell me what's goin' on in that pretty, lil head of yours hm? You don't seem like yourself." Elvis said soothingly.

"Apparently..." You started but you just felt too shy to even admit that people thought you were ill and you didn't even know it yourself. You felt like that silly little girl who got pushed around by the stage all over again.

"Apparently what, Y/N?" Elvis said, trying to read your face for any indication as to what was wrong.

"Don't wanna say." You mumbled, trying not to let any tears slip.

You were just overstimulated and overwhelmed and that was only natural. You stayed in Elvis' suite for most of your days, you liked it, it was comforting and safe and most importantly, far away from the dangers of your 'old life', but it also meant that if there was any change to your routine, it could take its toll on you very easily - and finding one of the biggest celebrity magazines writing about how you were sick and Elvis knew it, was a big change to your routine that you could never have prepared for.

"You're a big girl baby, use your words. I can't help you feel better if you don't tell me what's wrong, can I?" Elvis chided gently yet firmly.

"Apparently I'm sick and you know I'm sick and I don't know I'm sick." You said with a wobbly voice.

"Who told you that you were sick honey?" Elvis said, utterly confused and bewildered by what you were saying, but his concern was growing.

You rubbed your eyes, trying to stop any stray tears from slipping as you turned your body around a little to grab the magazine from behind you with your small hands. "It says in the magazine, I got a syndrome, it's named after a place in Europe, um, Sweden, no, um, Stockholm, I think?" You said softly, your sweet voice cracking at the admission, as he tentatively took the glossy magazine from your grip.

Elvis eyes scanned the page, and they grew darker when he read the headlines and the nasty, nasty things they had written about your relationship.

'Y/N Y/L/N, Presley's girl in the tower'

'Y/L/N is evidently showing classic signs of Stockholm Syndrome, there are never sightings of her unless she's glued to Presley's side and we all know what he's like when it comes to his women.'

'Maybe one day, Y/L/N will stop seeing her Vegas life through rose-tinted glasses that Elvis has forced upon her and realise just how bad she's got it.'

Elvis could feel his blood boiling and his temper rising. He knew better than to think the press was going to write nice things about him, but he couldn't fathom how the copy of the lurid magazine had found its way into your possession.

"How did you get this, doll?" Elvis said calmly, trying not to scare you.

"It was left on the coffee table, I thought you left it for me, it had a section on pretty dresses to wear to your favourite show so I thought you'd left it for me? Or maybe it was one of the guys?" You said with glossy eyes and a slightly wet, pink nose, from your little sniffles.

Now, Elvis never intended to keep you away in his lavish suite and he truly didn't see that what he was doing was actually harming you. No, Elvis believed he was just protecting you. After you'd opened up to him about your troubles, your anxieties and your intense reluctance to trust others due to PTSD from traumatic events you'd been through in the past, Elvis just wanted to make sure no one would ever hurt you or scare you again. That's just how Elvis viewed it, he didn't realise it was manipulative or detrimental, Elvis just loved you - perhaps a little too much.

Sure, Elvis knew that it was beneficial to him to keep you away from the gaze of other men, he knew how every man would look at you, like you were sent from heaven and as soon as you opened that pretty little mouth of yours and spoke in that pretty little voice, they'd realise you really were an angel. Elvis practically shuddered at the thought of any man having any kind of access to you, he was possessive, dangerously so.

Elvis knew you were a little behind everyone else in many ways, you were inexperienced emotionally, mentally and socially and Elvis simply figured that God, or some higher power, had put you in front of him so that he could be the one to take care of you and guide you and protect you.

It didn't take long for Elvis to gain your trust and manipulate it. He listened to you and cared for you, showering you in love and affection and attention that you were so desperate for.

Whenever you needed anything, Elvis would be right there to provide it, whether it was a band aid after you clumsily fell over and scuffed your knee, someone to hide behind when a scary scene came on during a movie or just someone to give you a safe space to be yourself without judgement, Elvis was the person to do it.

You eventually grew reliant on Elvis as he began to isolate you from the world, but you didn't mind. You began to feel anxious if you weren't around the big, powerful, man and you'd seek him out at every opportunity and Elvis picked up on it quickly. He knew that if he sent for you, he knew you'd come and if he called for you, you'd run to him.

"Am I sick, Elvis?" You whispered, your face painted with worry and panic.

Elvis cooed, pulling you into his embrace and wrapping his big arms around your little frame, rocking you gently as you both sat on the bathroom tile.

"No, little one. You're not sick, it's the journalists, they're being mean to you to try and get to me and to sell a quick buck. Don't you let your little head worry one bit, you're my happy, healthy baby, aren't you?" Elvis soothed, kissing the top of your head and stroking your hair, trying to quell your unease.

You nodded, wiping away a couple of hot tears that had fallen.

"I want to hear you say it, little one." Elvis encouraged gently.

"I'm your happy, healthy baby." You said softly, looking up at him with those big round eyes that made him melt.

"There we go, that's my girl." Elvis smiled warmly, squeezing you a little.

"Why do they gotta be so mean?" You asked, fiddling with the hem of your gown, a habit that you had when you felt a bit overwhelmed or overstimulated. Elvis could tell you were emotionally exhausted.

"They need to sell their stories baby, bad news always sells more so they want us to be unhappy so that they have more t'write about." Elvis told you and your eyebrows knitted together.

"I don't think I wanna read those magazines no more Elvis." You admitted and Elvis nodded.

"I think that's a good idea baby, a clever girl like you doesn't need t'be reading nonsense about herself. Their words don't matter, as long as you're happy, that's what matters to me, lil mama." Elvis said as he rocked you gently in his arms, the slow movements combined with your sheer exhaustion from the stress and anxiety of thinking you were sick, taking its toll as you let your head rest against Elvis' chest.

"M'happy. I don't like reporters no more, I don't wanna talk to them no more." You mumbled.

"That's my good girl." Elvis cooed, letting you drift off in his arms. "I think it's time for bed sweet thing, you've gotten yourself all worked up and you're exhausted, little one." Elvis said, easily scooping you up in his arms as he took you to bed.

He thought you looked awful cute, all clingy and needy and sleepy. Elvis knew that you needed a lot of care and attention and Elvis was certain that nobody was going to give you that apart from him. You were his little Rapunzel and Elvis wasn't planning on letting you out of your gilded cage anytime soon, and you didn't mind one bit.

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call-sign-shark · 1 year

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✨ Forget Me Not || Ch. 1✨

Chapter 2 || Chapter 3

Summary: Y/N spends her summer working at her Aunt’s flower shop. There, she meets Jake Seresin for the first time, naval pilot and single dad. — Or how a flower girl will try to heal a broken heart beyond repair. (Nickname: Poppy)

Tags: Cuteness overload, tooth-rotting fluff, Dad!Jake, Reader is younger than Jake and no proof reading

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The pale blue petals of myosotis dance at the wind’s discretion. A peaceful smile stretches your delicate lips, lighting up your entire face with joy. You bury your nose in the beautiful bouquet of blue flowers and close your eyes. In fact, myosotis does not have a specific fragrance but the simple smell of fresh soil and leaves is enough to relieve you from the stress of the day.

Tonight, your Aunt had to leave earlier so she asked you to close the shop for her, which you agreed to do without the slightest protest. It has been only two weeks since you arrived in town, but you learned the job very quickly, for you found it captivating. The way people would use flowers to replace words was fascinating. You quickly started to guess what your clients wanted to express when buying a flower bouquet. Roses for romance, sunflowers for happiness, wreaths for the passing of a loved one… You had a gift for helping people trade words for flowers, which made your aunt very proud.

You take a quick glance through the shop’s windows to look at the vintage clock on the wall: it is time to clean the workshop. A faint chuckle escapes from your lips, for you had just realized you were daydreaming for five solid minutes. You had just grabbed a second flowerpot when something, or rather someone, plowed into you with the power of a cannonball. Utterly confused and out of balance, you fall. As your butt painfully collapses against the concrete, one of the flowerpots and its myosotis shatters on the ground while the other spills water and soil all over your sweater.

“Aouch…” Your lips move but no sound comes out.

“I’m sorry Ma’m,” says an utterly sorry little voice, but you do not see its owner, your eyes are too busy looking at the mess you just made.

“I’m- I’m really sorry, are you okay?” She repeats. You finally raise your gaze to discover the source of such a mess and your eyes are welcomed by the sight of a young blonde girl. The kid is probably eight years old and wears a pair of shorts with a football jersey. Her adorable green eyes shift from the broken flower pot to your face before falling to the ground: she does not dare look at you.

“Oh my God Amber! Look what you did!” Cries out an older second voice. A man appears in front of you before you have the time to properly understand what just happened. He is a tall blonde man, clean-shaven, with a hell of a sharp jaw and dazzling green eyes. He was a pilot — you noticed the flight jacket he was carrying under his right arm. You blink several times, coming back to your senses at the sight of Mister handsome, “I am so sorry, my daughter was looking behind while she was running. Let me help you. Are you okay?”

“Hm, yes? I guess?” You stutter, still a bit bewildered by the violence of the impact. The man steps towards you and wraps one of his muscular arms around your waist to help you get up. He lifts your body as if it is a feather, and soon you are back on your feet. A long exhale escapes from your mouth and you shake your head with a little smile on your face.

“What a fall! Your daughter is so strong I thought I would land on Mars before Elon Musk would.” You joke, chuckling. The pilot’s face, first dressed with a panicked expression, relaxes at your adorable laugh. He cracks a smile, his eyes squinting when he does so. For a few seconds, he is completely hypnotized by your splendid grin and your lovely laughter. Girls with a sense of humor never fail to attract him. Then, he shakes his head and looks at his daughter.

“I told you to be careful. Look at the mess you did. Now, we’re going to help that charming lady alright?” He says, one brow raised.

“Yes, dad…” The little girl makes a sorry pout, already leaning over to grab one big piece of broken ceramic.

“No, don’t worry. I can take care of that myself,” You gently put your warm hand on one of Amber’s shoulders to prevent her from touching the sharp shard, “I’m going to clean, I don’t want you to cut your finger with that. If you want to help me maybe you could go inside the shop and grab some cherry lollipops I hide behind the counter. Can you do that for me, sweety?”

The little girl’s face lightens up at the word ‘lollipop’, her smile cheerful and displaying her pearly white teeth, but she first looks at her dad to ask for his authorization. The pilot snorts, amused, and nods. It was all it took for the child to run inside the shop.

“Thank you. This is really nice, I am not sure she deserves it after what she did.” He says, helping you to pick up the ceramic shards.

“That’s okay, I was worst when I was her age. She straight up apologized, that’s all matters. Don’t be too harsh with her.” You simply say with a soft tone.

“This is very nice, thank you again,” While helping you, Jake cannot help but take discreet looks at you. Your charming trait, your gorgeous smile, and your graceful movements… You were a treat for his eyes. It has been since his awful divorce that he did not look at a woman the way he looks at you now, and to be honest, it kind of unsettles him. Jake shakes his head and throws the sharp bits in the trash bin that was next to the retail table full of flowers, “I’m feeling sorry for the blue flowers you were holding, they were beautiful.”

“The myosotis? That’s their name. But I prefer to call them Forget-me-not.” You lean against an empty stand, looking at the good-looking pilot with an everlasting captivating smile that made his cold heart gently tingle.

“Forget-me-not?” He asks, slightly surprised.

“That’s another way to call them, and I think it’s really poetic.” Your voice is a sweet and soothing melody to Jake’s ear. He chuckles again at such a weird name.

“And why do people call them Forget-me-not?” He tilts his head to the side, his smile widening so much that he showcases his perfect teeth. You wink as if you are about to tell him a very significant secret.

“A legend says that a knight died trying to get these flowers for the woman of his life. And in his last dying breath, he told her “forget me not”, that’s why it became their name.” You tell him, your gaze shifting to the magnificent sunset behind the pilot. Yellow and orange lights enhancing your beauty, Jake is too busy observing your seductive lips to pay attention to the landscape. You are far more breathtaking than any other sight.

“This is such a beautiful story, I didn’t know that. Oh, wait —” He notices your sweater is full of soil and entirely soaked with muddy water. Without thinking further, Jake takes his own sweater off, his shirt lifting above his shredded abs as he does so. You blush and look away, for you are shy by nature. “Here,” He says, giving you his warm sweater.

“Oh no, that’s-”

“Please, take it. It’s the least I can do.”

“Thank you, Mister.”

“Jake. Call me Jake.”

“Thank you, Jake, you can call me Y/N. But my friends call me Poppy.” You say, gently tightening the warm sweater in your hands. Amber comes back from inside the shop with three lollipops. She buries two of them in her pockets and offers you one with a genuine smile.

“Here! Your lollipop, Ma’m!”

“Oh thank you, sweety, is the third one for your dad?” You asked, taking the candy. You unwrap it and put the red sugar ball in your mouth. Pushing the candy with your tongue, you place it inside your cheek to still be able to talk.

“Nope, that’s for Shark! She likes lollipops so so much!” She answers, proud.

“Well, thanks Amber.” Jake retorted, one brow raised.

You cannot help but laugh at her adorable facial expressions. Now that you can compare the two blonde heads in front of you, you notice how much she looks like her dad… You open your mouth to say something but the loud ringing of the shop’s phone snatches you from your attempt.

"Oh sorry I should pick up the phone!" You say, with a bit of reluctance. You have completely forgotten to call the shop's supplier, it is probably him calling you. Even though you would have loved to stay there talking with the Jake and Amber, you could not miss the phonecall otherwise your aunt would have to wait one full month to order new flowers and seeds.

"Yeah, no problem. Once again sorry for the mess Poppy, and thank you for being so sweet with my daughter. She's nice, isn't she?" He says, looking at his little girl who had just took his father's hand in her while the other is firmily holding her cherry lollipop. Both of them seem like two partners in crime.

"Yuuup, Miss Poppy is super nice! Thanks for the candies!" She giggle, bubbly. She is truly adorable, and finding kids cute is not such a common thing for you. You nod and go back to the shop with a heavy heart. After all, the man was particularly handsome... You shake your head. What are you thinking? He is a father, he is older and probably married anyway. You pick up the phone.

"Hello Mr. Hawk."

The whole conversation has been relatively short. Less than ten minutes. As soon as Mr. Hawk hangs up, you scamper to the shopwindow to see if Jake and Amber are still there... But of course they are not. Why would they wait? Disappointed but not surprised, you let out a long sigh. Oh well! At least you had a pleasant and entertaining encounter. You go outside to put the last flowerpots inside the shop. Moving one of them, you noticed a white piece of paper someone had slipped under. Curious, you take a closer look to it.

A phone number is written on the piece of paper, right besides the myosotis the mysterious messenger had placed on it. And just below the phone number three words are in capital letters.

Forget Me Not.

#hangman x reader #hangman imagine #top gun maverick #jake seresin x reader #jake hangman x reader #top gun fanfic #top gun fic #jake seresin imagine #top gun x you #jake seresin fluff #hangman seresin #hangman fluff #top gun maverick x reader #tgm imagine #tgm fic #jake hangman fluff #jake seresin x y/n #hangman fanfiction #Forget Me Not TGM

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kaciidubs · 4 months

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Twinkling Lights | 8 Days of SKZcember

Prompt: their first date being at a tree lighting celebration

❣ Summary: His eyes shone brighter than the twinkling lights on the Christmas tree. ❣ ❣ Word Count: 794 ❣ Warnings: Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Changbin is a doting boyfriend ❣ ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣ ❣ Additional Tags: Changbin is referred to as Binnie, and Sweetheart, Reader is referred to as Bunny ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist ❣ SKZcember 2023

“Is your scarf tight enough?”

“Yes, Binnie.”

“What about your hat? Do you want to switch with mine?”

“My hat’s perfectly fine, thank you.”

“And you have your gloves from the car, right?”

“Changbin!” You laughed lightly at your doting boyfriend, pinching his cheek with your fingerless mitten covered hand, “I’m all set, I swear - now, come on! The more time you waste with your checklist, the higher our chances of missing the tree lighting gets.”

It was a simple date idea - visiting the local tree lighting ceremony - but the closer you two grew to the location of the main event, the more excitement seemed to course through your veins.

The small outdoor area was decorated in strings upon strings of lights, casting a warm glow over the previously snowed-on ground, while an array of booths lined the sidewalk - each offering a selection of food, drinks, or small activities for children in celebration of the holiday season.

“Oh… This is beautiful, Binnie!” You fawned over the simplistic decorations, your heart fluttering at the sound of soft Christmas music floating through the chilly air.

If anything, it felt like a movie.

Changbin laughed at your awe, slipping his gloved hand into yours, “If you think this looks beautiful, you’re going to lose your mind when it comes time to light the tree.”

A laugh bubbled past your lips as you squeezed his hand, “I think I might collapse from beauty overload, you’ll have to carry me back to the car!”

“I mean, I could just carry you now.” He lunged toward you, caging you within his strong arms and laughing mischievously when you tried wiggling your way out of his hold.

“Changbin, don't you dare pick me up! I was just kidding - I was kidding!”

“I don’t know, Bunny, I can’t risk my girl fainting on my watch, can I?”

Pushing against his chest with uncontrollable giggles escaping you, he finally let you go to hold your hand once more; a prideful smirk stretching his lips in the process.

“Just for that,” you huffed, your breath floating out in a small puff, “you’re buying me a hot chocolate, mister.”

“Already planned to, Bunny.”

And, true to his word, you had a warm hot chocolate in your hands within the next fifteen minutes; the two of you leisurely walking around the park to check out the other booths, grab a snack, and even take cute ‘winter couple’ photos to commit the event to memory.

In the midst of a silly-filtered selfie, the announcement of the tree lighting interrupted the current song playing over the speakers, directing everyone to make their way to the main field to witness the main event.

“Oh my god, I’m so excited!” You hugged yourself to his right arm, both in hopes of sharing some of his body heat and containing the excited jitters that vibrated through you. “It’s going to be so pretty, I just know it.”

Changbin simply hummed in agreement, using his free hand to tug your hat further down your head and adjusting your scarf to sit snugly around your neck.

A person, who you could only assume to be the coordinator of the event, stood in front of the crowd to give a brief history of the lighting ceremony, as well as a few words of thanks and well wishes for the holidays, before encouraging the crowd to join them in a countdown for the lighting of the tree.

“Five! Four! Three! Two! One!”

On cue, the massive tree was suddenly bathed in twinkling lights as shimmering ornaments made themselves known hanging along the branches; the crowd erupting into loud cheers and whistles as music filled the air once more.

You were right - the tree was prettier than you could have ever imagined, but it barely compared to the sight beside you as you turned to look at your boyfriend.

His eyes were shining as bright as the lights on the tree, an expression of pure serenity draped across his soft features that made your heart swell five times its usual size while you actively blinked away tears of happiness.

“Binnie?”

Gaze instantly falling from the tree and dropping to you, he tilted his head in silent acknowledgement for you to continue.

“I love you, sweetheart.”

Whether the blush on his cheeks was from your words or the cold air, it only grew darker when he finally registered your words, turning his head with a playful pout on his lips.

“Ah- You can’t just say that to me out of nowhere!” Despite his defiance, he slipped his arm out of your grasp to tug you into his side, wrapping you in a partial bear hug and resting his cheek against your head, “I love you too, Bunny.”

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#skz fluff #stray kids fluff #seo changbin fluff #seo changbin x reader #changbin x reader #changbin fluff

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tendertendrils1 · 28 days

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@rodent-anon and I were talking about rabbit Link the other day, so here is some grumpy rabbit Link for you for Easter.

Link couldn’t remember the last time he’d been in rabbit form for long enough for this to happen. But Ravio wanted “bun bun cuddles,” Link might have fallen asleep, and when they both woke up again enough time had passed for Link’s little rabbit stomach to growl in hungry agreement with the gurgle from Ravio’s own midsection.

Sleepily mumbling about snacks, Ravio deposited Link on the floor, nowhere near the moon pearl resting high up on one of the cupboard shelves. The low clatters of Ravio digging through jars and half-awake self-directed commentary provided steady background noise while LInk himself woke up.

His teeth itched. Rabbit instincts wanted to munch, but there was nothing inside Ravio’s Lorule home to graze on.

Link sniffed at the nearest crate. It smelled of damp. Slight mildew. He sneezed.

Ravio’s unending prattle shot up several octaves in pitch. Definite cuteness overload range. Ugh.

Link shook himself out. He moved across the floor, slowly exploring. The rug didn’t smell any better. Ravio’s voice returned to its usual pitch and tempo; his feet thumped across the floor, the sound of a knife against wood saying he’d found something to prepare for eating.

For all the time Link spent in rabbit form while here in Lorule, most of it was in Ravio’s arms. He’d forgotten how big everything looked from down here. Crates rose up like the towering blocks made by the cane of somaria, the rough-hewn floor spreading out around him like an expansive landscape. Ravio’s table teetered on its spindly legs, the top towering well over Link’s fuzzy head. He skirted Ravio’s feet, ignoring the echoing sound of the knife. The smell of root vegetable wafted down and his stomach twinged, the itching in his teeth almost unbearable.

The table legs smelled fine. He took a nibble.

Oh, yes. That was good. Not the taste, exactly. But the feeling of something solid under his teeth, the satisfying way he could yank. Link went back in for another bite. Then another, his rabbit brain content to nibble away while Ravio worked above him.

The sounds of the knife stopped. Almost done? Link couldn’t precisely place the scent of whatever he was chopping, but it smelled tantalizingly delicious.

Ravio’s feet shuffled back, sending vibrations through the floor.

“Mister Hero.”

Bad tone. Link jerked, propelling himself out from under the table with one mighty leap before he quite realized what he’d done.

“Don’t eat my furniture!”

Fuck you, I’m hungry!

Link stomped.

Ravio’s voice went incredulous. “Did you just–”

Link stomped again.

“Link.” There was a bit of a giggle to the words, now. How annoying. Ravio started towards him. His soft-soled boots seemed much bigger and louder like this. “If you’re going to chew on something, use one of the crates, not my only good furniture!”

The crates smell nasty!

Ravio stooped down, clearly intending to pick him up. Link lept away, flicking his back feet up as he went. He didn’t need to be picked up like a misbehaving pet. Ravio snorted at him. But he stopped chasing and went back to the table. Good.

Link’s ears perked up, head coming around despite himself when Ravio picked up a piece of whatever he’d been chopping and waved it through the air.

“I guess you don’t want any of this, then.” He popped the piece in his mouth, the sound of his crunching adding insult to injury. Whatever it was smelled heavenly. Link’s little rabbit tummy twinged.

Oh, fuck you. Link stomped at him again.

Ravio snickered. He picked up another piece and crouched, holding it out. “Come here if you want any, husbun mine.”

Link wavered. But in the end, while he wasn’t actually mad, he very much was hungry. He almost changed his mind at the way Ravio’s face seemed to melt at his approach. That face said more cuddles were imminent.

Whatever.

Link yanked the vegetable from Ravio’s fingers. It crunched delightfully between his teeth, the flavor and texture of actual food much more satisfying than a table leg. So much so that he let Ravio pick him back up, tucking him into the crook of one arm and retrieving the plate of snacks with the other, carrying both back to bed to enjoy.

#albw #a link between worlds #rupees&rods #ravioli #raviolink #linkravio #ravio #link

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localsimpissleepy · 2 months

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Ever since i found out that they had a battle mode together, i haven't been the same since-

#just dance #just dance 4 #their in love your honor #Mister Overload #i dont know alot about the #older games so it was a surprise for #me when i found out about this #i need more content for both of them #pls jd team🙏

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25origami · 6 months

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The Dancer League!

It all started with an idea... well, an idea and a photo. In the words of Nick Fury: "The idea was to bring together a group of of remarkable people to see if they could become something more. To see if they could work together when we needed them to, to fight the battles that we never could."

And the photo only helped bring things to life...

Ladies and gentlemen, I present to you... the Dancer League!

Inspired by DC's Justice League, it's the Danceverses' mightiest heroes together in one team! These are some of my HCs for these heroes, who they are, and what they do!

First and foremost, Mister Overload! Secretly Dancity weather man Richard "Rick Roll" Roland, Mister Overload gained his powers of lightning one night when he nearly got struck by a bolt of it!

A prominent member of the League, he is already ready with a joke and encouragement for his fellow heroes whenever they're having a rough time!

Up next is the incredible Peacenator! No one really quite knows who this hero hailing from WackyGroove secretly is, but no one has fought to find out, mostly because they can't!

Peacenator always has an aura of calm around him that soothes others and helps put an end to quarrels. Of course, he can use his fists if he needs to.

Lady Dynamite! Stacy Prince takes up the explosive role of Lady Dynamite and her powers always pack a punch! Just as quick to start a fight as to finish it as Lady Dynamite, Stacy happens to know and be friends with our next hero outside of her life as a hero as well...

Justice! Secretly known as... ready for it? DAHLIA, has been best friends with Stacy Prince since they were kids and now they fight crime in Dancity together! Both are powerful heroes on their own, but when working together, they are unstoppable!

Next up is Cybeam! Outside of his work as Cyberfunk's finest hero, he's the tech genius Marcus West! Blinded in one of his one experiments with virtual reality, he invented his signature visor that helped restore him "sight" and now he helps to keep the streets of Cyberfunk safe with his own unique flair!

What could would this League be without a little controversy? The Without Me trio are longtime favorite heroes of the people of Dancity! Phone Girl (Bella Swift) Hairman (Danny Davis) and Pool Man (Bobby Wood) were initially a joke when they debuted as heroes during a particularly nasty wave of crime in Dancity, but they quickly showed everyone just how amazing they could be when working together!

And THAT ladies and gentleman, is the Dancer League for you! (Don't kill me for not having the Wannabe Girls in here, I honestly view them as more of of working on their own!

#just dance #jd headcanons #jd dancer league #superheroes of JD

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lorsdelapluie · 4 months

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A world ready for you

The scene takes place in the world of Jujustsu Kaisen, the timeline might go back and forth. The reader in all my one shots concerning this world is a jujutsu sorcerer. The reader has an inherited technique called Sealed Reality. Once the jujutsu sorcerer touches a person of their choice a 5 minutes countdown starts. Their cursed energy starts to overflow towards that said victim overloading their senses and nervous system. With each minutes that passes by, one of the 5 senses is taken down. Usually starts with the taste, the touch, the smell, the hearing and lastly the sight.

For the jujutsu sorcerer to be able to overload another person's body of cursed energy, they need to have absorbed a certain amount of it for the inherited technique to be efficient.

However this is very taxing, and reader will experience senses loss when they use too much of their own cursed energy.

This is a Geto x reader. I haven't figured out what is the reader's realtionship with mister Satoru don't ask me.

It still is angst cause why the fuck not. HAHA

Today was sunny. A summer day like every other. Yet this one was particularly warm. You were standing in the shade of a tree, your face up towards the sky. Nose pointing towards the foliage of the old oak standing in the backyard of the school. The day was shaping up to be superb. The sun shone in a cloudless sky, the lawns watered at dawn were a deep green and exuded grass and fresh earth. It was only the noise coming from the building behind you that managed to keep you awake. Your eyelids lifted as laughter echoed through the backyard, you slowly turned around to look at the source of this not unwelcomed noise .

You saw six silhouettes walk by the windows, and you naturally deduced that they were the 6 new first years. Always all together. You were enjoying with a certain fondness how they treated each other like family. Now back from your initial relaxation, you decided that it was time to stop your little break. You didn’t have any mission today, neither did you have class but Yaga shouldn’t catch you slacking off.

And as you were stepping away from the shade, a shudder ran down your spine and some hand fell on your shoulder. You quickly looked towards the newcomer before sighing. Mei.

“Mei.. Could you restrain yourself from sneeking up behind me out of nowhere.” you mumbled as you looked at the woman next to you. She seemed to be growing taller every year and also more greedy. She was wearing that similar ponytail she had when you were both in class, a few years back then.

“I can’t help myself but to play with you little birdie.” She chuckled, as her nails were tapping your shoulder. Her finger slowly rose towards her pink lips. “Listen to me before you bark back darling.”

You didn’t have the time to open your mouth before these words escaped her lips. So you fully turned her way, watching a raven settling down on her shoulder as you crossed your arms against your chest.

“What is it, Mei ?”

“They saw him.” Your could feel your heartbeat dropping as these words came out of her lips. Her hands rose towards the bird, sliding her fingers softly against its feathers.

“Where ?”

“Let's be clear before jumping into those details… We are even after this information little bird.” She finally opened her eyes, raising her cold gaze towards you. “Every information that you will request from me will now have to be paid.”

“Of course. I wouldn’t dare to assume you learnt kindness while you were sleeping last night.”

She laughed out loud, scaring the bird off her shoulder. “That’s why I like you little bird.” She closes her eyes again in another chuckle making her shoulders shake. “They saw him in Asakusa. He was heading towards the Senso-ji temple.”

You nodded prepared to set off as quickly as possible but before you were too far away for her to hear, you turned around to face her. “Do not tell Satoru about this.”

You couldn’t hear the answer as you ran away from the backyard, grabbing your bag at the entrance of the building, running accross the campus. You never went down the stairs of this school so fast.

Nevermind…

You probably did. Back then when you heard from Shoko that Satoru went to find Suguru. She called you saying that she thought she should let you know about it. You ran so fast, that your feet weren’t able to fully follow the movement and the rhythm you asked of them. And you fell down the last stairs. You hit yourself pretty badly and stayed lying down on the floor.

You didn't move from the ground. Probably the realization that it was no use to run after Satoru. You could never catch up with him. If he was talking to Suguru, and if he wanted to come back… He would bring him back.

That memory was still painful. It was 4 years ago and you could not get used to the feeling of that vile taste coming up in your mouth when you thought of your hopelessness facing the situation. You didn’t want to rely on Gojou Satoru like everyone else did. You did not want your burden to be his.

You continued to run for a long time, seemingly not seeing the people giving you weird stares along the way. You got on the subway to go down Asakusa station.

You never liked the temples. And yet, you came to these kinds of places way too often, to absorb the curse energy of the non-sorcerers around you to the point of feeling sick. You could see monster-like curses clinging to humans for dear life as their hosts were trying to pray away their problems. The temple probably bringing them a strange peace of mind.

As you slowed down your race, you could properly look at the several cursed spirits around the place, a smile slowly appearing on your lips.

Of course, he would come here to search for any interesting curses to swallow away.

After a deep breath, you slowly squeezed your fingers around the strip of your bag. You started to walk again, searching for this silhouette that was still inked in your brain. What would you even tell him when you were in front of him ? How would you react ? Would you cry ? You clenched your jaw as you felt your throat squeeze at the thought. No.

And him ? Would he ignore you ? Would he even recognize you ? You hoped so. It has been only 4 years… It was no long ti-

“Oh!” a small yelp came from below you. And a thud followed. You looked down at the child that was now, ass on the floor.

“Oh my god..! Are you okay ?” You probably bumped her when you were looking around, not thinking about looking where you were going. Suguru was not that small after all. You crouched down. “I’m very sorry, I was not looking where I was going.”

A young girl looked up at you. Her big brown eyes lifted up as your voice ringed in her ears with a concerned tone. A tone foreign to her when coming from complete strangers. You fully checked the girl, checking for any injuries you might have caused. She didn’t seem to be hurt. Not at all.. You sighed in relief.

“Are you lost ? Did you lose your family ?”

She nodded… The bowl cut around her face jumping almost up and down as she looked at you with curiosity. She then looked around.. her eyes following some people walking past you. You noted that her body jerked when people attached to cursed spirits passed by.

Oh… You smiled softly, extending your hand towards the smaller one.

“Let's find them, okay ? I’ll keep you safe.” you nodded, looking at the younger one. And a smaller hand came to rest in yours. You slowly got off the ground as she did.

“Tell me when you see them, okay ?”

The smaller hand squeezed around yours as an answer. And you started to walk around again. She was clinging to a pink plushie although she seemed old enough to not be carrying one around anymore. You assumed that she was around the age of ten.. Or even a little less.

As she looked around for her family, you couldn’t stop your search for your initial goal. He was probably here, somewhere…

So you walked under the sun reflecting off your white clothes, preventing you from being too hot during this summer day. Your gaze slid down towards the child thinking if she was not too warm with this black dress. The answer came soon after as you saw a pearl of sweat sliding down her jaw. She was so focused that she probably didn’t even notice. While holding her hand, you searched for a bottle of water in your bag with the other. You finally grabbed it before stopping and letting go of her hand for her to grab a drink. She didn’t refuse, she politely accepted with a bow. Drinking from your offered bottle.

As she was getting hydrated, you looked at two young women walking past you at a slower pace. What attracted your attention was not by the way they chose to dress, but rather through their discussions. Your gaze rested on the powder white parasol detailed with beautiful lace which kept young women anonymous. They seemed to, unbothered by the crowd around them, be enjoying their day full of laughter and noisy discussion.

How you wished you could be so innocent of the state of the world.

“I’m done..” the little voice brought you back once again. And you took away the bottle before packing it up again. Her hand found yours naturally. And she started to walk once more.

By now, you were sure that an hour had passed. And no sign of her family to be seen. She was bothered. Sometimes you could see her shake her head to fight back her tears. And you… You gave up on the idea to see him a few minutes ago. You could weirdly understand how she probably felt.

But suddenly you both heard a screeching voice.

“Mimiko !” another girl appeared behind one of the gates of the temple. She was blond, a little taller than the one that was holding your hand. She was heaving. Probably had been searching for the smaller girl for a while too now.

“Nanako !” funny, you didn’t expect her to be able to shout this loudly. She let go of your hand so quickly to run towards what you guessed was her friend or sister.

Once they were close enough they jumped in each other's arms. And the taller girl soon started to cry. People around started slowing down in concern for the two children. You quickly stepped in reassuring the curious ones that they were both just relieved to find each other again within the crowd.

“Mimiko..!” a voice shouted behind you.

Suddenly.. The whole world felt like it was slowing down. You would recognize that velvety voice anywhere. And the girls stopped crying behind you. You couldn’t move. People “awed” quietly in front of you.

You clenched your jaw and your fist around your bag, as you slowly turned around. Your eyes landed on Geto Suguru. Mimiko, now that you knew her name, was pointing at you, clinging to the man’s attire.

“They helped me find you guys again..”

“You..” his amber colored eyes fell on you for the first time in several years now. And your nose started to itch, before the back of your eyes. Don’t cry.

You opened your mouth, lips quivering and eyes watery despite doing all your best to stop it from happening. But no sound came out.

The two girls looked at you curiously, wondering why you were not saying anything. But soon their attention fell back on their caretaker once again. An expression painted itself on Geto Suguru’s face that they never saw. His brows knitted as his lips were pinched in a thin line.

“Ah…This is early…” he slowly sighed as he closed his eyes. Breathing in the new information that you were now standing in front of him.

“Suguru..” you muttered as you stepped closer.

“Yes. It’s me.” he smiled looking now at you, as you held back a sob. The girls let go of the man’s robe as he was stepping close to you. His hand finding your elbow.

“Let’s talk. I believe I need to give you an explanation.”

You shakily nodded your head, looking at him without blinking..Fully believing that if you did, he would disappear once again. He turned around talking to the two little girls. But you couldn’t catch what he was saying. Maybe.. Maybe you were in a state of shock. Everything was buzzing around you.. The sound of the crowd was too much. You wanted to focus on the voice of the man you wished to see again for so long.

You were now sitting on a couch inside what you saw was one of the many buildings that belonged to the Star Religious group. Your gaze followed the man that entered the room like the ghost that he represented to you. Tea had been brought to you, about ten minutes ago but you couldn’t bring yourself to gulp down anything.

“Sorry. It is quite the busy season inside the group.” he said with a smile, hands hidden inside his large sleeves. Slowly he joined you on the couch.

“Were you searching for me ?”

“Yes.” you answered as your gaze was detailing every part of his face and newt style. He was so different from what he used to look like back in College. And yet he still looked familiar.

“How did you know I was there ?”

“Mei..” you muttered as an answer.

That made him laugh. “Of course, Mei.” He ran down his hand on his face thinking back of his previous schoolmate probably. “Does he know that you are out to find me ?”

“No…”

“Good.” he nodded with a smile. His hand slid down from his face and came to find your chin between his fingers, raising your face towards him.

“I knew we would meet again eventually.” he slowly lowered down his stare, almost making him look like he closed his eyes. “You were always part of all of this.”

“This ?” you asked as your hand came to take away his own. You couldn’t let him act like he used to after several years of disappearance. “What is this ? The people you killed ?”

“Is this what they told you ?” he asked, holding your stare with his own.

“It’s what everyone told me… It’s what Satoru told me.”

“Heh. And of course, Satoru never lies. Gojou Satoru never needs to lie.” He smiles in a chuckle. “I won’t lie to you either. They are right.”

A silence settled, you put down your hands on your thighs, clenching your fists against your pants. You always wanted to believe the contrary… You never saw Suguru like a murderer. He never wanted to kill anyone, he always wanted to-

“I did it to protect the two little girls you helped today.” he smiled softly at you. As you looked abck at him once more. An expression unusual on his face. Something you never saw. Like a father speaking about his own children. “ They were mistreated for being like you and I… Back then I couldn’t accept it. I killed those who asked me to end the life of two little girls.”

“Why would they-”

“Why ? You don’t understand yet do you ?” his hand that was resting on your chin earlier came now to hold your hand. “ Because we are monsters to them. We scare them.. And yet, we are the ones thanks to whom they can survive. They are ungrateful. They are violent. Dirty minded people.”

With each word, his hand squeezed tighter around yours. His brows furrowed at the thought of the night where he took that decision.

“Back then… In the mountains. I thought of you. I told myself “What if they were here. What if their kind hearted soul was facing this. Would they obey them ? No.””

“But I wouldn’t have killed them, Suguru…”

“I know. So you would have been killed. And I couldn’t accept going on in a world where you could be killed for being kind to these monkeys.”

You looked down at his hand, holding firmly yours. His words settle down in the back of your mind. You closed your eyes for a few seconds…

“I care for you. I always did…” he added. “That’s why I can not drag you into this mess until the world I’m building is ready for you.”

“Suguru ! I don’t need for you to build a world where I can be safe !” your voice was shaking more thank you wished it would. Tears started to roll out of your eyes. “I just need you to come back. They won’t probably forgive you for what you did but we can try persuading all of them. I know we can. If you explained that it was to protect those little girls…”

“No. I need to do this.” a smile appeared on his face as his hand rested against your face as a contented sigh left his lips. “I’m glad to see that you finally learnt to be a bit egoistic.”

“Suguru… I beg you.”

“You don’t have to beg. One day, you and I will be together again.” he slowly clasped your hands in his own, holding your teary gaze. “So don’t cry. Wait for me. Trust me like you always did.”

Your shoulders rose a little in a shake, and sobs started to become harder and harder to control. You let your head sink in-between your shoulders. As Geto Suguru was watching you with a certain fondness. And without you realizing it, the cursed spirit that he summoned created a portal beneath you.

“I’ll see you later, love.”

And you fell in a never ending place. You closed your eyes, urging yourself to stop crying. Feeling weirdly at peace during the moment. You could somehow feel Geto's cursed energy everywhere all around you at once. You never wanted that feeling to disappear. A part of you wanted to be mad, you were forced away once again. But this time he talked to you right ? You opened your eyes once again before reappearing at the end of the stairs that you ran down earlier.

And once again…

You were all alone.

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