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justjams2003 · 9 months

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Fast Pace- 8

Summary: You're a hard-working Chef in Paris and after a freak accident run-in with Carlos Sainz, your life makes a 180. Let's just say with a certain agreement, you get your bills paid and in return stand in as Carlos' girlfriend for the press. But will you be able to handle the pressure and ensure the lines don't blur?

Pairing: Sugar Daddy!Carlos Sainz x Sugar Baby!Reader

Warnings: I've aged up Carlos, he is 33 in this fic. Smoking, smut, sexual themes, age difference, manipulation, control, slight obsession, the word 'daddy', tell me if I missed any

Dividers by: @firefly-graphics and @s-silk

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Word count: 3,2k

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Part 7~Part 9 (coming soon)

He likely doesn’t even realise you’re awake. Not that you mind, after all, he’d just gotten out from the shower. His finely cut muscles, like the David statue, has water running down from the top of his broad shoulders all the way down to his v-line. That towel hangs incredibly low and every time he moves it threatens to fall.

He stands in front of the closet, trying to decide what to wear. “Are you enjoying the show?” His voice is rough, you can see his eyes slide over to you, and a huge blush coats your cheeks. On instinct you pull the covers up to hide your face. He tsks and walks over to you, and lightly pulls down the sheets. “Didn’t I tell you not to hide your face from me?”

You giggle, “You look quite handsome for an old man.” He groans and rolls his eyes. “¿Qué voy a hacer contigo?” You hum as a reply, “I like it when you talk Spanish to me.” You use his own words against him. He shakes his and grabs some clothes from the closet. “Go get ready, dormilona.”

You sigh and push the sheets to the side. “Why, anything particular planned for today?” You ask watching each reaction. “Oh yeah, you have big plans for today. Me? I have nothing but boring meetings and practising.” He shrugs, pulling the shirt over his head. “Poor thing, are you sure I can’t company you?” You ask, holding out your hand for him to take, still sitting like a princess on the bed.

He does just that, gently caressing your knuckles. “No, mi niña bonita. You’re in Italy, I want you to enjoy it. Plus, I have a surprise for you.” He winks, shooing you out the bed only for you to return soon after wearing a matching set. Light white linen, short button up top and short skirt with a comfortable pair of flats. Of course, with your new Prada bag close by.

“Wow, wow, wow, don’t you look beautiful?” He says, taking your hand and allowing you to spin, before he slowly places kisses all the way up your arm to your shoulder. Your hair is pulled up with the claw clip he got you, leaving clear space for his lips to find a home there. “Deberías ser adorado. Debería haber santuarios y estatuas en tu nombre. Me aseguraré de que seas un Sainz, para que los que me aman, te amen aún más.”

You furrow your brows, “You speak words that I cannot understand but your eyes say so much more than your mouth ever will.” It’s true, he looks to be madly in love, obsessed even. His eyes fall on your frame as if he is seeing a god for the first time. His eyes go from chocolate brown to that of a pitch-black night. Stars in his eyes.

“You will understand, soon enough,” he winks and then asks, “Do you have everything?” You smile and nod, opening your back only to see your phone and some lip-gloss. Your wallet is their too, but inside is only your ID, your driver's licence and a credit card you haven’t used in two weeks now.

“Good.” Then he takes your hand in his and to you, you’re only thinking you’re going for a walk, for breakfast. Yet, when you exit the hotel, you can see just what Carlos meant when he said the Ferrari fans go big. They’re surrounding the hotel, there were fans yesterday too, but you can only assume the closer it gets to the weekend the more there will be.

“Keep your head down.” He says, pulling out his sunglasses and in one smooth move puts them on. He seems like someone else entirely. His demeanour is different. His hand is wrapped around your waist, his grip firm and even tight. His jaw is locked tight, and his whole personality is so much suaver.

It does something to you, the way he takes control. Guides you through the crowd, still waving and giving attention to the fans but at the same time he is untouchable. And now, you are too. Cameras are flashing and people are screaming his name...and yours too. It sends a thrill down your spine and instead of keeping your head low like he said, you keep your head high.

Carlos guides you into the car, and still careful of the people, he drives off. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. A bright smile is smeared on your face. “What are you smiling about, chica guapa?” He asks, his hands smooth on the gear box. The way he sits back on the chair is something you could watch forever and ever.

“That was so cool, you were so cool, I felt so cool. Appelez cela un rêve appelé vrai.” You sigh, stabilizing your beating heart by fixing your hair. “You enjoy that?” His dark brows knot and you nod with a bright smile. “Don’t you?” This is part of his job; doesn't he love his job?

He shakes his head, “I really do appreciate the fans but sometimes eh…” You can't help but let your mouth hang open in shock. He raises his brow at you. “Carlos. Those people out there make your career. You're the only way that they might ever get a taste of the life. They live through you. I find it thrilling,” you explain, and it does seem to have made an impact on him.

“Like, back home, idols are an escape from reality. Seeing these people on, living the life you can only dream of, makes you hopeful that maybe someday you could be them. It might never happen for some, but even then, it helps you get out of the bed in the morning.” Like always he’s hanging onto your every word.

He pulls up to a really fancy looking car shop. Luxury vehicles you can only ever dream of displayed in all sorts of ways. The people who work here greet you both with utmost respect, they too look for anything they can do for you. You can't help but look around, taking in the beauty of some of these cars. Hand crafted leather seats expertly painted and worked on for years.

“You like?” Carlos asks, his hand falling on the curve of your waist. You noticed it instantly, after last night his touches have become more frequent. Not that you mind, in fact each time he places a kiss on your shoulder, or grabs your hand, you can feel the lightning course through you. The power of a thousand horses making their way through your stomach.

“My dad would go crazy.” You mutter, thinking of all the times your father would call out the exact name and model of a car as you passed. “But do you like it?” Carlos' brows furrow, you can see he worries and can tell he was excited to show you. “Of course, it just feels so crazy. I never thought in a million years I could ever even be this close to the cars I see on my feed all the time.” You mutter, your hand on his chest as you take it all in.

He smirks, “Pick one.” His words are so simple and easy. You'd think he's asking you to say if you wanted chicken or beef. “Pick one?” The words fall from your mouth and feel like a thousand butterflies on your tongue. He nods, “Any one, I'll rent it for the day or even the whole week if you wanted.” He shrugs, also gazing at all the magnificent cars.

He lets go, allowing to roam and decide which one. Then you spot it, in the very back of the show room. You don't know the name, the model or anything important. You just know, this is the one. “Ahh, yes, the Ferrari R8 Spider.” The front man begins speaking, listing off all the special features but you're not listening. All you see are hearts and stars.

“This one?” You can call out his deep voice and accent out of a million voices. “Yes, I don't need to see any other one.” You beam up at him and you can see he too is excited about it. “Should've known you'd always find the Ferrari,” you nod, appreciating each and every grove of the car.

While the people set up all the paperwork, Carlos pulls you to the side. He pulls out his wallet and then hands you his Black Amex card. “What's this?” You ask him, holding the card gently as if you're cradling a baby. “You've never seen one before?” He asks, his brows pulled together but still teasing. “I want you to go to Milan and shop your heart out. No limit.” He sends you a wink and you feel your knees grow weak.

“You can't be serious.” The words are like lead on your tongue. What on earth is he doing? “Of course, why would I joke?” He's dead serious. Carlos is dead serious about this. “No limit?” You ask one more time just to make sure you didn't hear wrong. “There are two conditions.” You nod, not even caring if he says you have to go down on your knees.

“Otis and Brutis stay with you at all times.” He then points his thumb to the two massive bodyguards waiting just outside the shop. A whine escapes your mouth, and you push out your bottom lip more than ever before. “No, they're such a drag.” You whine, grabbing onto his polo shirt. “They will follow you, wherever you go.” His voice is stern but still you fight.

You know that it's for your safety, but you can't help but feel like a criminal. Someone who should be watched at all times, like you're being babysat. A thought plays in your mind, the perfect way to get him to change his mind. “Daddy, please don't make me take those oafs with.” You give him your best puppy eyes, the word now feeling much more comfortable on your tongue.

His reaction is priceless. You can see the internal struggle in his mind. His hand reaches up, gently caressing your lips, you can see he so wants you. “Fuck…” a glimmer of hope, his resolve seems to have cracked. That sure was easy. “No, absolutely none-negotiable. They stay with you at all times.” Perhaps you are a child, because right now you feel like throwing a tantrum.

“But you said-” he laughs, and interrupts you. “As much as that word coming from you, makes me want to fuck you right here on the display floor, it doesn't mean you automatically get what you want. Manners are good from a cosita dulce like you, but your safety always come first.” No wonder his eyes are stormy like that. You're certain that your panties are as wet as can be and that you're red like a tomato.

He can tell you're left speechless and continued with his conditions. “Be back before dinner, and I want a fashion show when I get home.” With that, he pulls you close, placing a kiss on your forehead and then proceeds to pay the deposit for the car rental. Leaving you a soaked mess, absolutely hungry for his bones. You will get him back for that.

Us Weekly:

“Carlos Sainz and his girlfriend and his girlfriend spotted outside the Hotel de la Villa.”

Glamour:

“Carlos Sainz’ girlfriend spotted driving a Ferrari in Milan.”

Mirror:

“Y/N Y/S/N spotted spending big in Milan.”

30 000 Dollars. The excitement to see her in that 30 000 made me rock hard all day. Some of them she posted on her story, which I keep track of religiously. But I know for a fact that that couldn’t be all of it. I saw the news articles; it gave me a great sense of pride seeing them finally call her by her name and not just as my girl.

I made sure to make is home as quick as possibly, though, I don’t find her in her room or even mine. That is until, I ask the guards.

The sight is truly delicious. It makes me disgusted by the pure amount of clothes I’m wearing, or the fact that these two idiots even dare look or be around her. Her arms are hanging lazily onto the side of the hot tub, her eyes staring out at the view of Italy. But the bikini she’s wearing should be illegal.

It’s bright red, with delicate knots holding the thing together. One small tug and it will fall right off. Her body is so soft, her curves fill the bikini perfectly. Her hair in one of the claw clips that I bought her, messy and lazily done. Some of her locks falling out of place, making her neck look so ready to be kissed. Her waist curves and I just want to rip the damn thing off.

“Leave,” my voice is stern and deeper than I thought it would be. She turns by the sound of my voice, and lightly treads her way to me. A huge looking cocktail in one hand, more than half empty. “Bonjour mon Carlito,” she winks at me, and I groan at her words. Where did she hear that, or is it the alcohol speaking?

I bend down next to the hot tub. “Hola, mi niña bonita.” Her cheeks go red, “How many of these have you had?” I ask, referring to the mixed cocktail. She shrugs, “This is the first, but the night is still young.” I tsk and shake my head. “You know the deal, niña pequeña,” she whines and pushes out her bottom lip.

I tsk and shake my head. “In any case, you have to show me what you got.” My finger gently caresses her cheek. After the night that she joined me in the bed, everything changes. Clearly, she is ready for more. Ready for the next step, even just a small one. More touches, more kisses on her cheek or her neck. Perhaps even a week or two from now, a kiss on the lips.

Again, she pouts. My fingers find that bottom lip of her, if I kiss her now, there will be no wait. “Daddy, please come join me.” How on earth could I ever say no to eyes like that. That beg and plead and want. Those eyes that I could never in a million years say no to. I gently place a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll go change.” A wide smile covers her lips and her eyes sparkle.

I’m quick, not even 5 minutes. The bubbles are a nice temperature, no hotter than the weather but no colder than 26 degrees Celsius. My hands instantly find her waist, she’s gazing at the view again. You can see the towns and people and far away mountains and farmlands. I don’t care about any of that.

All I can think about is the feeling of her waist under my hand. Her back against my chest, the rhythmic rise and fall of her breath. The sweet, sweet smell of her. Sickly sweet ripe berries, hot honey on the tongue and home. She’d be such a good mother, if she and I... then she’d never be able to leave me.

“What are you thinking about?” Her voice is like angels in my ears. I tuck a stray strand of her hair behind her ear, mostly just to feel her down-like skin. “You, I’m always thinking about you.” Her cheeks are pink but still a smirk is on her face. “You get this faraway look, somewhere special where I can’t possibly be.”

I can only shake my head at her conclusion. “No, mi amor, you are my special place.” She giggles, the sound of fairies being born. “I’ve seen the interviews, years before we met you still have the same other dimension look.” She looks to chuff with herself. “That’s because I’ve been dreaming of someone like you since forever.”

She laughs out loud, her head falling back and her drink almost tipping over. “You’re smooth, Mr Sainz.” Her words are music to my ears. The urge to kiss her is so strong. Instead, I make do with the sweet spot on her collarbone. “They do call me the smooth operator.” She rolls her eyes at me. “Full of yourself, aren’t you?”

“How can’t I be, with such a beautiful lady sharing a hot tub with me. In the tiniest bikini might I add.” She hums and then does a slight turn, the water gracefully spinning around her. “You like?” Do I like? “Fucking hell, chica bebé, I’m struggling to keep my hands off of you.” Then her eyes turn to that of a siren.

“Why do you keep your hands to yourself?” Her tone is begging, a slight whimper in her voice. She might have had only one drink, but her tolerance must be low. Then her hands begin to roam my body. Her touch is like fire, lighting on my body and my loins ablaze. A groan leaves my mouth, the self-control is unbearable when her big doe eyes go sultry like that.

Her hands make delicate contact with my stomach, pushing her chest against mine. She looks up at me through her lashes, a temptress that should be locked up. “Why won’t you touch me?” She takes my hand, so small in comparison and places it on her ass. “Why won’t you kiss me?” She lifts her chin, her lips mere millimetres from mine.

“Fucking hell, chica bebé, you are my weakness. Do not think for a moment that I don’t want to bury my cock deep into that warm cunt of yours. If I had it my way, I’d have you right here, right now. You’d never even leave the bed and be covered in marks of my making.” My words cause a whimper to leave her mouth, needy and wanting more than ever.

“Then why deny yourself?” Now it’s my turn, I use both my hands and shove her up against the wall. My knees press up against the little amount of fabric that hides that sweet pussy of hers. My head right down against her ear. Kissing and nipping. Leaving purple marks against her neck. Fuck, I promised myself I wouldn’t do that until much later.

I just can’t control myself when her legs wrap around my waist, the water splashes over the edge. Her arms pull me closer. “Because I like seeing you beg. I like hearing your pitiful whines as you beg me to fuck you, like the whore we both know you are. I’ve already given you so much and yet you still want more.”

Her tender finger pull on my hair, now her lips are by my ear. “Please, daddy, please just use me already.” A deep chuckle escapes me. “See? So needy. But you see, mi pequeño, I can’t give you everything you want all at once. It’ll leave you ungrateful. And I don’t tolerate brats. I’m going to leave you wanting and needy. I’ll make the tension so much you’ll want me just as much as I need you.”

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thelunarfairy · 10 months

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Let me tell you a story

A story about two boys who had a wish.

The Liberty.

Does it seem cliché to you? What would you give for her? for freedom? Maybe it doesn't matter so much now, freedom is only valuable when you don't have it.

Isn't that what they say?

The older boy wanted wings to fly as high as he could, so he could reach the brightest point in the night sky, the moon, but he was stuck on Earth.

The youngest wanted to give his older brother wings so he could fly, even if he couldn't follow him. It didn't matter, he just wanted to see him fly through the sky, he wanted to see him smile as he felt the wind ruffle his hair, as he passed through the clouds, he hoped that he would bring the stars, and he would hear each of the stories of the adventures that he had going to heaven.

The love of being happy just to listen, just to see that smile while talking about the adventures. Seeing those golden eyes shine as bright as a star.

It was genuine. Brotherly love so strong but so misunderstood. The way Tsukasa tries so hard to please him, the way he sometimes takes the place of an older brother trying to protect Amane from such a tragic future.

Or the absence of that future.

An admiration so intense that he can't control it, the way he looks at Amane, like a kind of treasure, not a possession, but something unique and irreplaceable to the point that it's unbearable to imagine himself away from him.

But even though he spent all that time imagining what their life together would be like, he had to choose.

"My wish or his?"

You already know the answer.

He chose to give Amane wings, but in exchange for that he was chained and locked in a cage. The little bird can no longer fly, its wings were cut off before it realized it had them. He no longer had the energy to sing.

He could no longer watch his brother fly, so he imagined, tirelessly.

The love of admiration, the way Tsukasa sees him, almost like a waking charm, the intensity of the love hidden inside his chest, all the words he wanted to say but didn't say, and most of all, all the words he wanted to hear , but did not listen.

The love of a brother, the love of admiration, the love of… what kind of love would he have more?

An intensely… forbidden love? What do those flushed cheeks whisper to us when we look at them? A boy who always blushes when he sees or mentions the brother he loves so much. Which other person have you seen Tsukasa blush with?

His eyes shine when he talks about Amane's great future, he talks about growing up, about reaching the stars, but not talking about family, wouldn't Amane have a family in the future?

Innocent love that intertwines with a mysteriously dangerous love. When the boy becomes Amane's yorishiro in the future, because he is so important to him in the same way…

Amane will have the chance to make a wish come true, but to do so he will have to devour Tsukasa. Maybe he would start with the cheek, little by little down the neck, Tsukasa's body would be free for him to do what was necessary.

Tsukasa is looking forward to it.

What love is that?

Amane's obsessive love, he decided, Tsukasa will not go anywhere, he was the reason that trapped Tsukasa in that red house, and when he returned, perhaps he became paranoid and insecure, "he won't be able to disappear again if I arrest him"

Tsukasa is always the one who offers too much, when Hanako in one of the AUS drinks almost all of his blood, to tie him to himself.

How selfish, there is no power of choice for Tsukasa. There never was. What kind of love did Amane feel for him? The same as Nene's? He trapped Nene in a fantasy world because HE decided it would be best for her.

He killed Tsukasa because he perhaps believed it was best for his younger brother, he didn't allow Nene to give up her own life because HE decided he didn't want her to do that.

There is no middle ground.

Tsukasa always did everything for him, and much more than he could, but Amane decided that he wouldn't leave. If Tsukasa died, he would die with him, and if Amane returned, Tsukasa would return with him.

There is no middle ground.

The story of two brothers who had opposing desires, one who wanted his brother to gain wings and fly away, even without him, and the other who cut off his own wings to cling to his younger brother, because he wanted to be with him.

Opposite and willing.

Willing to make sacrifices for each other, opposed because they love each other so much but at the same time they can't stand each other, because they don't know how to respect each other, because they have no idea how to communicate.

A brother who cuts his wings and another who gives them to him.

Tsukasa wanted to give Amane the chance to reach the stars, and Amane gave up on them… because reaching the stars means losing Tsukasa.

The younger brother gave him the fulfillment of a wish, and the older brother gave up this fulfillment because his greatest wish was not the moon

it was being by his side.

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petitelepus · 6 months

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Writing A Love Story, Part 1

MODERN!KYOGAI X FEM!READER

Summary: There is a new foreign Japan-loving teacher at Kimetsu Academy and it's you! You form a special friendship with the humble music teacher Kyogai and soon the two of you realize you have more in common than you think. It's the start of a friendship that has the potential to grow into something deeper.

Warnings: None

A/N: Modern!AU, Female Reader, Teacher Reader, Teacher Kyogai, Tengen Uzui, Kyojuro Rengoku

PART 1 - PART 2 - PART 3 - PART 4 - PART 5

It was a tense day in the teacher's office as the teachers finished cleaning their desks and making sure everything was perfect. It was only a rumor, but Kyogai had heard that they would be getting a new teacher from overseas, but that's about all he and his fellow teachers heard…

That rumor turned out to be true.

Someone had tipped Rengoku a clue that the new teacher would come that day so to make sure they were giving the best first impression there was, the whole staff of Kimetsu Academy had focused on making sure everything was perfect. Or, at least appeared perfect.

Kyogai was just moving aside another book he had borrowed from the school's library when the door to the office slid open and the white-haired Principal Ubuyashiki Amane stepped inside. In a second, she had everyone's attention.

"Hello there, my dear teachers. Seeing that you have been behaving and cleaning, you must have heard rumors about the new teacher." The calm woman said as she looked around the room, taking in the clean office and teachers who were on their best behavior.

Principal smiled, "And you are correct. Please, let's welcome our newest teacher from overseas-"

The door slid open and a young woman's head peeked in before the rest of her body followed and every teacher held their breath as you walked into the room and smiled as you introduced yourself, "It's nice to meet you, everyone! I'm excited to work with everyone here!"

The teachers smiled as they got up and soon surrounded you as they introduced themselves to you one by one.

Kyogai stayed at the back, waiting patiently until his co-workers had introduced themselves and then he walked up to you to greet you, but when he made it to you, he was taken aback by your looks.

You had very little makeup on, but enough to bring out your gorgeous eyes, to show off a healthy blush on your cheeks and lip palm to bring that shine to your lips.

"Pardon?" You tilted your head in slight confusion and Kyogai blushed, realizing that he had just muttered some incoherent words at you in his daze.

"P- Pardon me!" He quickly recovered, embarrassed but better, "My name is Kyogai. I'm the music teacher here at Kimetsu Academy."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Kyogai!" You smiled and for a second Kyogai felt like he was staring directly at the sun… But that spell was broken when the art teacher laughed out loud.

"Oi, Kyogai, you're staring!" Uzui cackled from his place and the music teacher frowned as he turned and took his leave, returning to his seat so he wouldn't embarrass himself any further.

Principal Amane told the staff how you were still fresh from school and would be there to learn to become a proper teacher like the amazing staff in Kimestu Academy and at that moment every single teacher could feel the pressure to not make a fool of the Academy in front of you.

"Now, young Lady, you will be sitting here." Principal showed you a seat and Kyogai couldn't help himself for watching you as you set your bag on the table in front of his.

"Now, if there is anything you are insecure about, please feel free to ask any of our teachers. They are all well-educated and more than capable of helping you." The white-haired woman said and you smiled as you nodded, "Thank you, Ma'am! I'll make sure to ask if something is unclear to me!"

"That's the spirit." The Principal nodded and then she looked at the teachers all around the room, "Make sure to make her feel welcomed."

The teachers, Kyogai included, nodded and their boss took her leave… But as soon as the door slid shut behind her, the teachers were surrounding you, eager to get to know you more.

You were bombed with questions and someone, Tengen, even slipped there a question if you were single, and that made someone else, Sanemi, shout out in fury. Kyogai watched from the sideline how you just smiled and answered each and every question until you came to the dating status question.

"No, I'm not currently seeing anyone." You replied quickly before moving on and answering other questions diligently.

…Huh? Why did that reply of yours especially caught Kyogai's attention?

That's when he realized that he was interested in you. Not necessarily in a dating mind, but he was curious and wanted to get to know you more. You were a new thing and people always liked new things, like new phones or books.

But seeing how busy you were at the given moment, Kyogai saw it was best to leave you be for now and talk to you again later when you weren't so busy. So he grabbed one book from one of the piles on his desk, opened it, and started reading… Or so he planned, but he couldn't help but to listen to you talk instead.

As you spoke he secretly listened and learned about you. He learned where you came from, what you did before coming to Japan, that you loved animals but were allergic, your favorite color, favorite animal, favorite food, lucky number-!

Seriously, the teachers were really interrogating you!

It took a moment, but finally, the teacher's colleagues left you be since it was already the end of the school day and they were done with their work for that day. They did promise to show you around the next day and you were eager to see your classroom and meet the students.

You were all smiles as you packed your things and told them that you could barely wait for the upcoming day and honestly, Kyogai was kinda excited about it also.

And as the next day came, you were introduced to students as a new foreign teacher.

Your Japanese was good and you had that foreign beauty in you that set you apart from the rest of the teachers and made you not only popular with the adults but also popular amongst the students, both boys and girls.

By the time lunchtime came, you were the biggest story going around the whole school.

"Good job handling the students, young Lady!" Kyojuro smiled at you as you entered the teacher's office with a small box in your hands, no doubt your lunch.

"Oh, thank you! I'm honestly so excited to be here!" You said as you walked to your desk and took a seat so you could enjoy your lunch peacefully.

Kyogai glanced at you and he was tempted to ask how you liked the school so far, but he didn't want to disturb you during your lunch break so he held his tongue and focused on eating his own meal.

The day went on and finally, it was time for the students to head back home. The teachers were filling in papers and grading exams while you read about the teaching plan that the Principal had prepared for you.

The music teacher sighed as he finished one more exam and glanced at you over his mountain of books. You weren't exactly smiling at the moment and you looked so focused as you read the papers before you, taking in all the information written in there.

He was thinking that maybe he should try and speak more to you now that you weren't surrounded by your new colleagues or students, but he didn't want to come between you and your work. Finishing his work, the music teacher decided to reward himself with the new book that he had borrowed from the Academy's library-!

"Excuse me?"

"Hck!" Kyogai flinched and looked up and to his left to see you standing there next to him. He blinked, stunned and you tilted your head, "It was Kyogai, right?"

"Yes?" Somehow he managed to speak without stuttering and he noticed that you were smiling again as you smiled happily at him, "Oh, great, I'm actually not so good when it comes to remembering names so I'm glad I remembered yours!"

He felt… Happy that you remembered his name. Especially if you had a tendency to forget.

"I hope I didn't disturb you or anything?" You asked as you looked at the book in his hands and the man quickly shook his head as he put the book down, "No, I was just browsing my book…"

"Oh, sorry, was I interrupting a good spot?"

"No, I haven't actually started this one yet."

"Do you want to be left alone?" You asked and he shook his head again, "You can stay."

"Oh thank you! I was afraid I would bother you!" You smiled as you looked at all the books there on his desk, surrounding him, "Have you read all these books?"

"Most, but not everything." He replied honestly and you looked impressed, "That's amazing! You're a real bookworm."

"I… Thank you."

Kyogai felt a little bashful as you complimented him, but proud also at the same time. You nodded as you took in his hoard of books. You opened your mouth, ready to say something when you noticed Kyogai's instrument resting there beside him.

"Oh? What's this thing called?"

"Ah, this? It's a Tsuzumi drum." The man explained and you nodded, "Ooh, isn't it a Japanese instrument?"

"Yes." The teacher nodded and you smiled, "Can you play it?"

"Of course." He nodded again and your smile grew, "Now?"

"Huh?" He blinked and then gasped when he realized that you wanted him to play right there. You seemed to see that your request had startled him and you quickly apologized, "Ah, I'm sorry, you don't need to if you don't want to!"

"It's alright…" He was saying but you shook your head, "I'm so sorry, I didn't want to come off as rude."

"It's fine," Kyogai said. He looked around the teacher's room and saw that many were focused on their work, so he figured, who is little playing harming? "If you want, I can play a little?"

"You don't have to if you don't want to." You said but the music teacher grabbed his drum and took a deep breath before he started to gently tap his drum.

If his colleagues were bothered by his drumming, they said nothing about it, because maybe they were too used to it. Or maybe it was that they saw that he was playing for you.

Speaking of you, Kyogai was amazed by how excited and happy you looked as he played the most simple song he knew. Slowly, he stopped and looked at you, "What did you think?"

"You're wonderful!" You clapped before pressing your palms together, but you couldn't suppress your excitement, "It's the sound of Japan that I know and love!"

Kyogai couldn't help but smile. He felt happy to hear that you liked his playing enough to praise it like that. He couldn't remember the last time someone liked his music as much as you did or if it ever had made anyone as excited as you were.

"I know this may come as pushy or too forward but I have a request for you." You said suddenly, "But please feel free to say no if you don't want to."

"To what exactly?" He asked curiously and you grinned, "Would you like to be my friend, Kyogai?"

The music teacher blinked. He did not expect that. A small blush rose to his face as he registered your request.

"Me?" He was so flustered he almost dropped his beloved drum.

"Yes! You are so interesting and cool! You like books and you can also play beautiful music. I feel like we have so much in common, so I think it would be nice to be your friend?"

Kyogai wasn't sure what to say. He didn't exactly have friends if you didn't count his colleagues and he had bad experiences of his former friends trambling over him like he was nothing but a doormat…

But he decided to be brave and nodded, "Okay."

"Okay?" Your smile grew and he nodded again with a small smile, "Okay, I'll be your friend."

"That's amazing!" You cheered happily and it looked for a second like you were going to hug him, but you quickly stopped yourself from doing so.

"I'm so excited, thank you Kyogai!" You were all smiles as you returned to your desk, but before you sat down you smiled at him one more time, "I promise, I'll be the best friend you ever got!"

That's when Kyogai realized that he was kind of excited also for the first time in ages.

#demon slayer #kimetsu no yaiba #kny #demon slayer kyogai #kyogai #reader #Fem!Reader #reader insert #rengoku kyojuro #kyojuro rengoku #tengen uzui #writing #my writing #story #my story #ENJOY!#modern!AU #modern au

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good-beanswrites · 3 months

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I was thinking of Hallucination and LCSYS again. Would you like to write something about what Mahiru was doing instead of performing at Hallucination?

Ah, yes!! In my mind she was there and everything was perfect 😭 But it was super fun to think of what/who could be convincing to her... I know Miho Okasaki had another performance at the time, so I tried to keep things generally in line with that. Even if I wasn't writing for you specifically, I know there's only one character who could talk Mahiru into it... (I kept getting hung up on pov/little details/transitions but I think I just need to post this as is lol 😂)

“Mikoto-kun!” Mahiru cupped the phone close to her at the sound of his voice. “Mahiru has big news! You’re the first to know!”

“Ah, is it okay if he’s the second to know?”

“Oh! Hey, John-kun!”

As much as Mikoto was protective over Red’s name, he himself always encouraged the prisoners to call him John. It was something like an affectionate nickname at this point; an inside joke between him and the people who had experienced so much with him. Well, and also the hundreds of thousands of adoring fans that called him that…

“I can tell you! Oooh, Mahiru just got the call a minute ago!”

“What is it?”

“Do you remember that group holding the mental health talks from a few months ago? They were asking permission to use my videos at one of their events?”

“I remember.”

She felt her cheeks blush at the way he said it – of course he remembers, she hadn’t stopped talking about it for a month straight.

“Well, they’re holding a biiiiig presentation this time. Lots of smart professionals and famous influencers will be there!” She listed off some of the guest list. John wouldn’t know a lot of the beauty and health influencers, but maybe he’d recognize them from her many prior conversations. She’d said time and time again what an inspiration some of these people were during her life before, and turning it around now. “I mean, she’s Mahiru’s hero!!”

“That’s great! So, are they going to play your videos there, too? That’s –”

“– They want Mahiru to come and talk!” She squealed, unable to contain it anymore. Her feet danced a few steps around her kitchen. “They asked if I could be one of the speakers!”

“That’s amazing!”

“I’d get to talk about my life, and then answer some questions after. I’d get to talk to all the guests, and the other speakers! Can you believe it, John-kun? Me, meeting them in person!”

“I’m so proud of you!” She could hear the smile in his voice.

She took a deep inhale. “Mahiru is going to turn it down, of course.”

There was a pause as he processed the statement in her cheery tone.

“...Eh!?”

“It’s right when Jackalope’s big show is scheduled. They couldn’t have planned it any worse!” She laughed. It was, after all, amusing at how poorly the timing had worked out. “It took all of us to persuade Fuuta-kun to agree to come, there’s no way I can back out now.”

“That’s different – he had nothing better to do, and you have this awesome opportunity!”

“No, no,” she shook her head, even if he couldn’t see the gesture. She kept her smile up. She had to.

“What about rescheduling? Or maybe you can travel between both?”

“It’s impossible, they’ve already started selling tickets for both. But there’s no need to worry, I’m going to have so much fun with you all!”

“It was such an honor to be asked, and you deserve that moment in the spotlight – yourself.”

“Oh, Mahiru could never do something so selfish! My mind is made up!”

There was another pause. If there was one thing everyone had learned about Mahiru, it was that it took quite a lot to un-make her mind, once set on something.

“Alright. Can you do me one favor, though?”

“Of course! Anything for you, John-kun!”

“Don’t call the others yet. Take a few days to think about it. Really think about it. Actually… do tell Amane about it.”

“Amane-chan…?”

“But wait to tell everyone else.”

She pouted her lips. “But Mahiru was so excited to tell everybody…”

John gave a small laugh on the other end. “I know. Just try to wait a little bit.”

“I will, for your sake…”

“Trust me, it’s for yours.”

—

She told Amane that night, peering into her room. The girl was separating some clothes, laying out her marching band uniform for the big game coming up. Amane responded similarly to John, her excitement turning to complete shock, even when Mahiru added her rational explanation. She started going through possible solutions, all of which Mahiru had already ruled out.

Finally, she asked, “why don’t you go to that event instead? You’ve gotten so much attention through Milgram, but this is something brand new. It’s something that you feel very passionately about.”

“You’re as silly as John-kun! If it was something helpful I’d think about it, but it’s just selfish. Just an excuse for Mahiru to be the center of attention, and meet people I want to meet. It would be so shameful to choose that over performing with you all.”

“But…” Amane’s expression was conflicted.

“No buts!” Mahiru made a fluttery gesture to the uniform laid out on the bed. “You wouldn’t want to let down your band, would you? It’s like that! Now, dinner will be ready in just a minute, so hurry on down. I made your favorite tonight, and a special dessert in honor of your game~”

—

“Mahiru-san?”

Mahiru looked up from her phone. She hurriedly closed the social media app she’d been scrolling through, checking on who would be attending the presentation. She’d read her favorite blog’s post about it about a dozen times, so it didn’t matter that she closed out of the tab. “Oh, Amane-chan, you’re still up?”

Amane got right to it. She said the words as if she’d been choosing them carefully beforehand. Having helped her prepare for school speeches, Mahiru knew that was exactly what she’d done.

“I think you should go to the presentation. Sometimes it’s okay if you disappoint a big group, if you’re doing something kind for yourself. You yourself told me that wasn’t selfish. You told me that if the group really loves you, they’ll be happy for you. We know you’re not selfish, and that you do deserve to be the center of attention. When is the last time you did something completely for yourself – not also helping another?”

Mahiru gaped at her. She scrambled for an answer, knowing the girl would have a rebuttal for each thing that crossed her mind. Seeing her point was a success, Amane continued.

“I will miss you, of course. And Fuuta-san will definitely say something hot-headed. But I think… I know everyone will be very happy for you. No one will be upset, because they’ll see how much this means to you. Because we love you, Mahiru-san.”

Following some bursting into tears and lots of hugging, Mahiru stepped into the kitchen to make a phone call. “Jackalope-san! Mahiru has some good news and some bad news…”

#milgram #mahiru shiina #john milgram #amane momose #lights camera sing your sins #oughh i tried to include the honorifics and really went ham with mahirus third person way of speaking #i hope it worked well !!#i wanted the transitions to be a lot smoother but its been like two months of overthinking so im just posting #amanes in marching band and debate club btw :')👍#i think john could be very convincing on his own with the whole self-love thing but its amane who 100% sways her #especially because mahiru has given her a similar speech before #drabbles

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juni-aldaine123 · 6 months

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THE ALTAR IS MY HIPS/ jshk ; amanene

・❥・fluff . oneshot . slight suggestive tones . alternate universe . set in 1900s . festivals . human hanako . amane yugi . married amanene . couple

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There is a melody in her voice as she sings out his name, a beat in her steps as she skips over to him. Amane’s heart stutters in his chest when he turns to look at her.

Dressed in a brilliant red kimono with sakura flowers lined of gold adorning its silky expanse, the billowing sleeves flowing past her fingertips, Nene twirls herself around him letting his eyes capture her image.

“You look beautiful,” he says, but even then, the word feels drab, feels too monotonous to describe someone as vibrant as Nene. She is so breath-taking that it pains his lungs and burns his eyes whenever she lingers close him, too close, that he feels like Icarus as the sun shines down on him with her smile.

He tucks a beige strand behind her ear, his knuckles dancing from her heavy ruby encrusted earrings to her cheek, leaving a feathery trail as she chases his touch. Nene blushes heavily when caught by his knowing smirk. She is so shy that Amane wants to tease her a bit longer; the festival can wait.

He wonders how she will respond. Will she pout and turn her head away and then Amane would have to coax her gently as if she is a toddler? Or will she blush prettily and bury her face in her palms that Amane would pry her hands away, hold them as he smothers her face with kisses.

“Do I make you,” he leans in, so close he hears her heartbeat in his “… feel so shy?”

“Oh yes,” she drawls with a lazy grin, eyes half lidded as she stares deep with his Tuscan sun.

“ I feel butterflies in my belly every time you look at me like that,” comes her bold reply and Amane stifles a chuckle in favour of holding her delicate face, thumb running on her crimson painted lips.

He should’ve expected as much. His Nene is becoming more immodest everyday she spends with him, and he has no complaints.

(“I learnt from the best afterall,” she’d once told him when he pointed it out)

He loves this side of her as well. He worships every facet of her, every fragment, everything, of her.

“Look at you like what?”

“Like I have created this world…just for you.”

“You have.” You are my world, he doesn’t say but knows that she heard anyway.

“You flatter me Amane-kun. But won’t that upset the gods? The ones who have truly crafted this world for us to live in.” She leans into him; he leaves red stains on her cheeks. But Nene doesn’t mind.

“The gods must not take offense, for they were the ones who gifted me their lovely angel.” He draws circles against her flushed skin, relishing in the way it gets warmer the longer his touch remains.

“Their ‘angel’? Am I the only one?” Nene closes her eyes, feeling Amane hot breath on her lips.

“In the heavens and the earth and all that is beyond, you’re the only one in my sight.”

“And….what if I never was?” What if you never met me? What if I was never there?

“Then I must be a blind man.” But even then, I will always find you. I don’t need my eyes to recognize you. I have every inch of yours etched in my memory. If you were never there then maybe I would’ve wandered like a lost soul. There would’ve been nobody to anchor me.

“I’m nothing without you.” Nene tries to protest, but Amane’s mouth seals hers in a searing kiss. It bites her tongue, burns her throat, a fire ignites her lungs. But she is drowning, drowning in his overwhelming love, when his hands curve around her waist; moulding her into himself.

She thinks their love is treacherous, desperate and unflinching, because it hurts when Amane kisses her like she is the salvation to his depravity.

But she also finds their love soft, delicate and pious, because she feels divine when Amane worships like the altar is her hips.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #hanako kun #amane yugi #yashiro nene #amanene #hananene #nene x hanako #hanako x yashiro #hanako x nene #fluff #purple prose #oneshot #couple activities #festival #alternate universe

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drgnnova · 4 months

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Chapter 6: Misaki stairs part 1 - Where is Tsukasa?

TW: suicide attempt

Tsukasa stood Infront of the stairs, the one mentioned in the rumors of the Misaki stairs. he touch the railing of the staircase, his eyes dull. he felt selfish for the thoughts in his mind, he was loved by so many of the students in the school but none of them understand him. his personality was completely fake, he lied like it was breathing. but he knew once he shows his true feelings, their support will instantly disappear and they'll turn against him. for Yugi Tsukasa, is a horrible and disgusting person inside.

he knew everyone around him like to keep secrets and lie directly to his face. he knew their father was lying when he would tell him and Amane that he was getting better, so he was less upset when their father 'suddenly' died. their mother, still overwhelmed with grief of her husband dying, took this as Tsukasa being heartless and a monster. screaming that, 'that isn't my son', 'you must be a heartless spirit possessing my son'!. luckily Sakura had been there to calm down the twins' mother, once his mother had come back to her senses, she hugged him as she cry and apologies.

some part of him thinks that his mother still feels that way about him, thinking all her smiles were fake and some part of him wondered if his mother would have been happier if he died instead of their father. he knows that his mother is lying when she says she ok, and happy to make them feel better, but it makes Tsukasa feels worst. because all the lies make him feel disgusting Inside.

some part of Tsukasa knows that Sakura is keeping a secret from him, but he could never figure out what this secret was. whenever he asked if she was keeping anything a secret from him, she would force a smile and say "nope, I wouldn't lie to you Tsukasa", but those words felt meaningless. he knew he was loved, but he never felt like someone's favorite, even when it came to his childhood friend Sakura.

Tsukasa knew from a young age, that the only person who wouldn't lie to him was Amane. but now he's starting to self doubt himself, Amane has been distant and secretive as of late. they had been the closest of close since they were babies, but that might be because of them being twins. he felt like he was being left behind by everyone, and he doesn't feel like he catch up to them. he feels like he in their shadow, unable to react with them.

he step up the stairs, his hands trembling on the railing as he took in a shaking breath. he step on the fourth step, like it was mentioned in the rumor. maybe the growing pain in his chest, and the ugliness of his heart will finally fade away once he vanishes from this world.

. . . (Earlier)

Amane had overslept this morning as he walked downstairs, Tsukasa was brushing hair while on call with Sakura and Natsuhiko. Amane walked over to the toaster, he was still stuck in his thoughts about the incident from yesterday with Mitsuba and Hanako. about how Mitsuba call Hanako a murderer, and that mysterious boy he saw. he buttered his toast, "AMANE!" suddenly Tsukasa yelled out.

"huh! are you okay, Tsukasa?!" Amane gasped, as he was brought back to his surrounding. Tsukasa looked annoyed as he put the brush back on the self.

Tsukasa sighed "I-I'm Okay! I said your names three times but you didn't react, is something bothering you?" he asked his older twin brother.

"Oh! Um…" Amane blush in embarrassment "nothing's bothering me. it's just I made a new friend yesterday. and have been thinking about him" he half lied, it wasn't necessarily a lie.

Tsukasa eyes widen, he didn't understand why that hurt him. maybe it was because Amane who used to tell him everything, didn't even tell him yesterday that he made a new friend. but Tsukasa force a smile on his face, the fake smile he typically uses when talking to his classmates and other students at school. "oh! your such a social butterfly this year Amane!" he joked, as he slapped Amane's back playfully.

"ow-!" Amane gasped, not expecting the slap. "I guess your right, Tsukasa." he blush, as he smile at those words from his younger brother.

but then Tsukasa put a hand under his chin, as if deep in thought "but you have been acting off since I told you the rumor about Hanako-San" Tsukasa pointed out, wondering if he could get a answer from Amane, that satisfied him and didn't make him sick in the stomach due to lies.

Amane look uncomfortable at the question, as he glance around nervously. it made Tsukasa sick to his stomach, is it because he's trying to lie to his face or is it because he's forcing answers out of his older twin brother when he not entitled to know everything about his brother. "oh" Tsukasa gasp, as he decide to drop the topic, knowing he didn't want Amane to hate him. "is it that you got yourself a girlfriend and didn't tell your little brother!" he crossed his arms as he put on a fake offended face.

Amane felt guilty for lying to his little brother, but he doesn't little brother involved with the supernatural. and a selfish part of him wants something that was his alone, something he didn't have to share with his brother. he didn't want a friend that only his friend because of Tsukasa, he wants to be able to do things that don't involve his brother. "I- I don't have a girlfriend, Tsukasa. I just want to… um hang out with my friend, he's a year younger than us" Amane smile nervously. at least with Mitsuba and Hanako, he won't be constantly compared to his little brother, and won't always be a outsider in the friend group. he knows it his own fault that he isn't as close with Sakura anymore, and he knows it his fault he's not friends with Natsuhiko.

"Okay." Tsukasa glanced away, and started to pack his lunch box. Sakura and Natsuhiko came to pick up the Yugi twins like usual.

Amane finally noticed that his mother wasn't in the kitchen, he felt horrible for not noticing since she always in the kitchen when him and Tsukasa are getting ready. "where's mum, Tsukasa?" Amane gasped as he quickly pack up his lunch box and brush his hair.

"did you forget?" Tsukasa smile, "mum's at a job interview today." he told his older brother.

Amane thought back on it, and then remembered when he came home yesterday. he had been exhausted, and his mum had explained that she wasn't going to be home in the morning because of a job interview while he headed straight to his and Tsukasa's shared room since they were little boys.

"hurry up, Kids or we'll be late" Natsuhiko smiles as he pushes his hair out of his eyes, only for the hair to get in his eyes again when Sakura harshly slapped him on the back of the head.

Amane grabbed the extra key, and headed out with Tsukasa and Tsukasa's friends. he locked the door behind them and then put the key into his pocket. Tsukasa smile as he put on his perfect act, as he talk with Sakura and Natsuhiko, once again Amane was too focused on Hanako, Mitsuba and the school's mysteries to get involved in their conversations.

. . .

some of the students had forced Tsukasa into joining the school's newspaper club, they kept begging until he had agreed. Tsukasa had grabbed Amane along with him, Amane was sitting at a desk alone while everyone surrounded Tsukasa. the boys and girls were blushing and smiling as they talk with Tsukasa, Amane just sighed as he glanced out the window. the students in the club hadn't got Tsukasa to join because they wanted him to help, it was because they were in love with Tsukasa. sometimes Amane is slightly jealous of how effortlessly his little brother gets everyone's attention, but at the same time he doesn't understand how Tsukasa can be so perfect and handle everyone's eyes on him all the time, does he ever fear messing up in front of them?

Amane was to distracted in his thoughts to noticed that Tsukasa has walked over to him. "AMANE!" he heard his brother call out, he looked over at his brother who was now, well has been standing Infront of his desk for a few minutes "are you listening?" he asked him.

he glanced down and then back at Tsukasa "I-I'm sorry." he replied, Tsukasa kept the fake smile on his face. he knew it was selfish to be upset over something as simple as this since he's loved in the school by almost if not all the student body.

Tsukasa playfully rolled his eyes, as he put a hand on his hip "you're always spacing out. were you lying this morning…" Tsukasa was saying, Amane gulp nervously thinking that his little brother might have catch up on the Hanako lie. "when you said you didn't have a girlfriend…?" Amane let out a sigh of relief, which confuse Tsukasa.

he wasn't used to his older brother being so down in the dumps, even thought he didn't know the full reason for why his brother was upset. he has picked up on the fact that Amane was more interested in the rumors as of late. at least their was one thing the two brothers can still talk about with each other "Oh! I just remember my conversation with Sakura-Chan this morning. she told me a new rumor" Tsukasa smile, he love talking about his interests and he was happy that Amane seem to love them as well now.

Amane looked up, his interest spiked. "No.2 of the seven mysteries - The Misaki stairs. you must never step on the fourth step of that staircase. if you break that rule, you'll be dragged to the world of the dead… and your body will be torn to thousands, if not ten of thousands of pieces. they say that at twilight the blood of its victims drips down the stairs, even though no one can see its source." Tsukasa was explaining the rumor to Amane, Amane face turn from a smile to a horrified look.

this rumor was even more horrifying then the Mokke's rumor, that means Amane will have to change it so no one will get hurt. but Amane was curious how or who Sakura were getting these rumors from. and he also wondered who was making such horrifying rumors, she knew Sakura wouldn't make the rumor herself even thought she and Tsukasa did scare Amane will rumors as a kid. "w-which staircase… is this?" Amane asked his younger brother, his voice shaking showing his obvious fear.

Tsukasa smile, a finger Infront of his face as he laughs a little "stairway B in front of the art room. lots of kids say they've seen the pools of bloooood!" he was saying, expecting a happy look on Amane's face, but instead he got a horrified look. Tsukasa glance down, a hand on his cheek as he sighed "Huh? I thought you liked these stories, Amane"

"I do! i love them!" Amane yelled out, and the smile on Tsukasa's face returned.

Amane was about to pack up his belongings when suddenly his younger brother grabbed ahold of both his hands. the students were leaving since the club activity was over now, and were cleaning up the room. "are you coming, Tsukasa-Kun?" one of the girls asked, blushing as she held her together.

"Nope. sorry i want to talk with Amane alone a little" Tsukasa told them, the girl nodded and the rest of the students left the room leaving only Amane and Tsukasa alone in the classroom to talk with each other. "I know you always hide your pain. and never ask for help, and believe people are lying to your face when they say they care", Amane frown as Tsukasa says these words, remembering how long it took him to open up to his homeroom teacher in middle school. and how he tries to put a strong face on around his mother and little brother, because he believe he's the man of the house after their father died. "so if you need to talk to me, please do. I want to make you feel better, like how you always try to make me feel better…" Tsukasa was saying with a smile on his face, trying to get Amane to open to him so then that they could go back to being the same again, and so that he didn't feel like Amane was leaving him behind.

Amane's eye widen, he had a look of gratefulness on his face for having such a supportive younger brother. but that wasn't the compete truth, Tsukasa is saying this like he never help Amane, but Tsukasa was the one always being strong for Amane when they were younger and Amane was Ill, after their father died. Tsukasa had tried everything to get Amane to smile again. "Tsukasa…" he was about to open up to Tsukasa, but then their homeroom teacher entered the room.

"there you are, Yugi-San" he said, once he spotted Tsukasa. "I have been looking everywhere for you" he smile. Amane was confuse on why their teacher was looking for Tsukasa, did Tsukasa get in trouble. no that doesn't sound like Tsukasa, is he getting a reward for being perfect like in middle school. Tsukasa always got chosen for rewards from our peers, because they all believe Tsukasa is perfect, apart of Amane believes Tsukasa is perfect, but another part the more logical part knows that no one is perfect and that includes Tsukasa as well. "oh, you're here too. i didn't notice" his teacher apologised.

Tsukasa was confuse as he look up, and rubbed the back of his head while smiling "I'm a bit forgetful teacher. why were you looking for me?" he asked.

"you have guidance counseling with me, in the art room" their teacher reminded Tsukasa, Amane looked up at Tsukasa slightly shock. he didn't know that Tsukasa was still going to the guidance counselor, their mum had made Tsukasa going to the guidance counselor since middle school because she believed Tsukasa had some kind of issue. Amane wondered why their mother hadn't put him in counselling after all the bullying he experience in middle school.

Tsukasa mask cracked slightly, as an annoyed expression cross his face since he hates going to guidance counselling. but then he quickly put the emotional mask on as he fakes a smile "that's right. silly me, it must have slipped my mind. I'll be right there!" he told the teacher, the teacher left the classroom.

"Amane, what were you saying?" Tsukasa asked, as he turned around to face his older brother.

Amane glanced away "nothing. I'm okay seriously, just worry about yourself okay" he answered, and he glance back at Tsukasa with a sadden and shock expression "I didn't know mum was still making you go to guidance counselling" he said.

"oh. yeah, she is." Tsukasa glanced down, but then a idea popped in his head to lighten the mood "since you like the rumors, I'll keep telling you the rumors that Sakura-Chan tells me" Tsukasa smiles genuinely for a second, and then it disappeared as soon as it appeared.

he started walk toward his teacher, but Amane grabbed his hand "worry about yourself. I'm okay Amane", Tsukasa eyes widen but then he smile, as he pushes Amane hand off.

. . .

Amane was waiting at the gate for his little brother, but after half an hour Tsukasa didn't appear. but then he noticed that Sakura and Natsuhiko weren't there too. he thought that Tsukasa and his friends must have left to walk home already, he had no right to be upset he had made them walk home without him before because of him staying back late, they probably assumed he was staying late again.

he walked home, he look down at his phone and he had no new messages. he open the door, and then place the spare key down on the table after closing the door behind him. he felt tired, so he went upstairs, he noticed his mother in her room, with the door slightly open. "Mum, I think I'll skip dinner tonight." he told her, his mother looked concerned.

"are you sure, Amane?" his mother asked him, walking over to him as she placed a hand on his forehead to check for a temperature.

Amane was confused by this action "what are you doing?" he asked, he had done nothing to indicate that he could possibly be sick.

"I was checking if you were sick. since your health is pretty frail Amane" His mother sounded worried, but this just left Amane confused. did his mother forget that he no longer suffers from the illness from his childhood.

Amane smile "I'm fine, Mum. just tried" he told her, she still look concerned, as she nodded her head. he walked to his room, closing the door behind him. he felt weird as he walked over to his bed, his head spinning. he fell asleep on his bed.

he woke up the next morning with a huge headache, but he choose to ignored it as he check the time on his phone. it was time to wake up, he turned to look at Tsukasa but then his eyes widen as he noticed that everything that belong to Tsukasa and his side of the room was gone. he got up, as he ran to his mum room. his mum wasn't in there, their was a note on her bedside table saying she had to go to work early this morning. he picked up the family photo, but Tsukasa wasn't in the photo. it was just him, his mother and father. he dropped the photo, as it shattered in pieces.

he got into his uniform in a godly speed, he ran down the stairs. he skipped breakfast, he ran outside his house and ran right into Sakura. "Hey, my lady isn't that your childhood friend?" Natsuhiko asked Sakura.

"Oh, You're up early this morning" Sakura smiled at Amane, but something felt off as he wondered why she hasn't questioned him about the whereabouts of Tsukasa.

and he was confuse by Natsuhiko, he knows about Amane so why is he speaking like he has only just meet him today. "Sakura-Chan, have you seen Tsukasa? his things are missing and the photos in our house are different" Amane asked, his voice shaking from worry.

Natsuhiko looked confuse "who's this Tsukasa kid?" he asked "I though my lady said you were a only child." Amane's eyes widen at Natsuhiko's words.

Amane noticed how Sakura's eyes widen, and she glanced away like she was keeping something from him. "Amane… I don't who this Tsukasa is" she answered.

Amane grabbed his phone out of his pocket, as he scrolled down the contact list. Tsukasa was no longer in his contact list. 'I should call mum' he thought as he clicked the contact labeled as mum. but then it said he couldn't contact this number because he needed to recharge his phone. he thought he will just go to the office and call his mum from there, he started running in the direction of the school "Amane, wait…!" he heard Sakura called out, her voice growing quieter as he ran further away.

he huff and puff as he finally made it to the school's ground. he walk pass his and Tsukasa's classroom on the way to the office, he took a peak inside and noticed that Tsukasa's desk that was beside his own was now gone. he was hoping he was overthinking, hallucinating or that this was just one big nightmare. he couldn't think of his life without his little brother who has been with him his whole life since they were twins.

their homeroom teacher bumped into Amane, startling Amane as he jumped back and hit his back against the wall of the hallway. "Yugi-San, is something bothering you?" the teacher asked, "you seem rather jumpy" he pointed out.

that reminded Amane that the last time he saw Tsukasa was when Tsukasa left to go to his guidance counselling "did Tsukasa ever make it to the art room yesterday for guidance counselling?" Amane asked his teacher, trying to hold on to hope.

"Tsukasa…?" he said out loud, clearly confused by the name. "I didn't do any guidance counselling yesterday. and there's nobody in our school with that name." those words that slip out of his teacher's mouth is what he feared.

Amane took in a shaky breath, right now he would be walking to school with Tsukasa, Sakura and Natsuhiko. "who's this Tsukasa-" his teacher tried to ask him, but he started running up the hallway to the office. "Yugi-San!" his teacher called out concern by how out of character Amane seems to be acting.

Amane barge into the school's office, shocking everyone there.. Amane felt sick to his stomach, to the principal Amane looked out of it. Amane look like he had learn horrible news like news of a lost one, he was close to tears as he holds his chest while panting. "Yugi-San, are you alright?" the principal asked, as she walks over to him.

she place a hand on his shoulder, and Amane glanced up at her. "C-can i call my mum?" he asked her. she takes a good look at him, even if he wasn't sick something was clearly wrong. children don't suddenly barge into the office like this. she reach over the desk to grab the school phone, she hands the phone to Amane and leaves him alone to talk to his mother for a little bit.

"is something wrong, Miss-"

Amane sighed in relief once he heard his mother on the other side of the phone, but then he realize he still hasn't ask her about Tsukasa. their still a possibility something is wrong with Tsukasa since Amane can't find him. "Mum-" he speaks up.

"Amane, dear is everything okay? you sound like something bad happen. are you getting bullied again, do i need to come to your school and pick you up?" Amane heard his mum's concern voice on the other side of the phone.

he took in a shaky breath, fearing the answer he might get if he ask his question. "that's not the Issue. Mum, I woke up and couldn't find Tsukasa. did he ever make it home last night?" he asked, holding the phone tightly as his hands tremble.

"Amane. what are you talking about? I don't have any other children, your a only child remember?" His mother reminded him, she sounded worried and was probably thinking that he was crazy at this point. "do you need me to pick you up. maybe you are too stressed out and have started to imagine things?"

his worst fears were starting to become a reality, "N-No I'm fine. I just had a weird and long dream last night where i had a twin brother named Tsukasa. I just have made myself believe it was true. sorry to bother you while you're at work." he apologizes.

"are you sure?" she asked him, wanting to make sure.

he nodded his head, but then remembered his mother can't see him nodding. "yep. I'm fine, you should get back to work." he was pushing that he was okay.

he heard his mother sigh on the other side of the phone. "Okay, I'm going to trust you on this. but I'll recharge your phone now so if at any point of today, if you aren't feeling well you can call me at any time for me to pick you up"

"Thank you, Mum. bye, I love you." he replied, smiling half genuinely and half fake.

a few seconds later, his mother replied "I love too, Dear. bye" he hung up after that and return the phone too the principal before the principal could question him he had left the office.

he was walking down the hallways, as he tries to figure out what could have happened to his brother for him to suddenly disappear like he never existed in this world in the first place. he walked right into someone, causing Amane to fall backwards and drop his phone on the ground. "I-I'm sorry…" Amane apologized.

he looked up at the guy he had ran into, he thought this guy looked familiar but he couldn't quite put his finger on why. the guy reach his hand out toward Amane, Amane nervously place his hand on top of the other's hand "No. I'm sorry." he replied "are you okay?" he asked Amane.

Amane gave a good look at the guy, he wondered if he was a guy that would be Hanako's type. this made him wondered how Hanako couldn't consider Amane, her type. he better than half the guys that Hanako been fawning over. "are you okay there?" Amane came to his senses. "ah back on earth I see. you dropped this." the blonde hair boy with the black headband told him as he handed Amane back his phone.

"Uh-" Amane blush in embarrassment as he grabbed his phone back from the blonde hair student. "Thank you very much…"

he help Amane to his feet, he was about to remember where he knew this guy from but then he remembered why he bumped into the student in the first place. he ran own the hallway, unaware of the paper crane attaching itself to him.

Amane realize where he had seen him before, it was a fellow classmate of him. how didn't he remember him, is that student really not that noticeable. the blonde hair boy name is Yamabuki Lemon, the only student Amane has seen Lemon interact with is the class representative Akane.

that didn't matter now though, what matter is getting his little brother back. Lemon watch as Amane ran down the hallway, he smiles and then walked the opposite way of Amane.

Next Chapter: Misaki stairs Part 2

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hanako-san · 5 months

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These words made HanaAoi(+Akanene) fanfic appear in my head. The action takes place after they manage to return to their real world and time at school begins to flow normally.

Hanako and his assistant and no.1 walked between the students and parents. It seemed like no one remembered what happened. Which was a good thing for them. They didn't have to turn back time at school. At one point, the three of them saw that Aoi was looking for them and looking around. Akane was happy and wanted to speak and run, but he didn't have time, because what he saw made him freeze, not only him, but also his assistant.

"AOI-CHAN!!!" Hanako shouted happily, hugging her waist so tightly that the girl leaned slightly and was surprised at the same time. Hanako held her in his arms, happy that you were okay. Aoi didn't know what was happening or why he reacted like that, but it felt good. She blushed slightly and hugged her back, leaving nene and Akane unable to move in shock and just watching. "NanaBanSama, is something wrong?" Aoi asked, confused "No, nothing. You're safe and sound." He tightened the pressure, broke away from her and they looked into each other's eyes. Hanako was smiling sincerely, his happy eyes shining with stars and the smile on his face showing his teeth confirmed it. Aoi still didn't understand and looked like that. "NanaBan-" "Amane Kun" "Huh?" "My real name is Yugi Amane, call me Amane-Kun" Aoi started giggling in surprise, placing her hands on his shoulders "Okay, Amane-Kun." Everything was watched by two people whom Hanako had forgotten about. "Aoi-Chan?!" yashiro repeated "Amane-Kun?!" Akane repeated They looked at each other. yashiro's hair was a mess, and Akane let go of her watch in shock. "How come?! I had to trick him into finding out his real identity. And he just told Aoi…… What's going on here?!" She grabbed her head "And since when have they been on such good terms!?!" Akane added in shock "What happened on that far shore?! Maybe they had an affair?!" yahsiro began to fantasize. "It is impossible!!" Akane denied a nd the whole image of yashiro's imagination of Hanako kissing Aoi falls apart They turned towards them as they heard giggling on both sides. "Amane-Kun,Amane-Kun,Amane-Kun" Aoi repeated "Aoi-Chan, this is embarrassing" Red Hanako said with a slightly embarrassed voice "You're so adorable!" She laughed "You too" He grabbed her cheeks and started playing with her cheeks just like he always wants to comfort someone when someone is sad. At one point he noticed that they were selling ice cream, he grabbed her hand and they ran in that direction, Akane and yahsiro just watched what was happening there. Aoi ordered ice cream for him and her. He gave her a bite of the ice cream, and she gave her a bite of the ice cream, and they held hands and laughed. "So how do you explain it?!" yashiro with tears in his eyes, holding the shocked Akane by the arms and tugging at him. "Calm down….there has to be some rational explanation!" He grabbed her wrists "What kind?!!!" "Hey, what's wrong with you?" Hanako shouted Akane and yashiro looked at them. Hanako was flying around in a cat position, with a cat mask on her hat on her side, and Aoi had a lot of different fluffy teddy bears in her hands. "You know I won all those teddy bears. Amane-Kun couldn't win a single one" she laughed loudly "Aoi-chan?!" yashiro was surprised by her friend's behavior and grabbed her forehead with her hands in disbelief "You were lucky!" Hanako said "I'll win the next one. And if I win, you buy me a mooncake!" He said a little angry "Someone here can't lose" she laughed "I accept the challenge! I wonder if the ghost has money" She stuck her tongue out at him "You get the money ready!" He said and they left "Akane-Kun, have we returned to the real world?" "Yes" "Then why does it feel like I'm in the matrix?" "Who knows...." They said to each other, all pale, and just watched as Hanako put a gold star-shaped pin on Aoi and touched it with her hand, while Aoi laughed.

Akane and nene tried to interfere between them, but they ended up staying together and Hanako and Aoi spending time together. While drinking juices, they saw Aoi feeding Hanako a mooncake with a smile on her face.

#jibaku shounen hanako kun #toilet bound hanako kun #yugi amane #hanako kun #amane yugi #aoi akane #hanako x aoi #amane x aoi #amaoi #hanaoi #hanaaoi #amaaoi #yashiro nene #akane aoi #akanene #akane x nene #myfanfics

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hoshi-y · 2 years

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Could I ask for a hint of lime where Amane and Tsukasa fight over the reader?? 🙈🤭

They're Mine.

Genre : Fluff with a hint of Lime

Characters : Yugi Twins

TW : Slight heated content, Inappropriate Language

A/N : OH MY MY MY, How would this turn out AHEHEHEHE I LOVE IT...

I hope you enjoy! I'm still a bit rusty with writing lime lol 😭

Get your hands off.

The twins just ABSOLUTELY adored you

Literally follows you everywhere

Would even buy things for you!

But sometimes they'd fight for your attention

these would do everything in their power, just fir you to have attention on one of them

And you on the other hand, Try to give them an equally shared amount of attention

But they weren't happy with that—

"Hands off. Tsukasa." Amane hugged you tighter as Tsukasa didn't let his grip off your wrist "Oh? You already HAD your fair shares Amane.." The twins glared at each other as you were squished in between

"Guys.." Trying to grab theur attention but they kept being on each others throats, They just never get along now do they

Would go as far to drag you somewhere the other doesn't know or can't find you both

Would compete for your attention

With How much candy and sweets they can give you, The best tutoring, Who will get to you faster to walk you home

Ahh.. You got mad at these two for being so competitive so you gave them an earful

Another day, Another argument from the twins, You invited them over to watch a movie, Not the best decision you made cause you knew damn well they were just gonna argue

"Fuck off Tsukasa, Agh— Damn it stop that!" Tsukasa gripped onto his shirt as he tried to sit next you "How about you move your ass—"

"Enough! You two need to learn how to get along! I'm LITERALLY Sitting in between the two of you what's there to argue?!" You shouted as they settled down, Luckily your parents weren't home to hear your outburst or you would of had an earful.

the glared at each other "Idiot." Amane clenched his jaw "Bitch."

You sighed heavily, There was literally no way for thr both of them to stop fighting now is there, Standing up and heading to the door "Im gonna come back in here once the two of you get along" You were about to grab the door handle but Amane grabbed your wrist and pulled you down on the bed as Tsukasa locked the door.

Amane sat you down infront of him as Tsukasa sat behind you holding your hands "Don't you just Smell nice?~" Tsukasa nibbled on your ear as you whimper "H-hey—" Your breath hitched as Amane dug his face into your neck as you felt him peppering it with kisses

"Tsukasa.. A-amane wait.." You tried to push Amane off but Tsukasa had a firm grip on your wrist, You didn't know which to focus on, Amane or Tsukasa

"Having a hard time focusing on one hm?~" Tsukasa whispered in a husky tone in your ear as you blushed" As he dipped on hooked his finger on the neck hole of your shirt and started sucking and biting on one spot making you let out a small and quiet moan "H-ha~ Stop i-it you two.." As you grip on both of their hair

There was no sign of them stopping until they were satisfied, Amane pulled you into his lap as the two kept marking your neck, You were breathing heavily as your mind also became hazy by how much pleasure you were receiving from them "H-hgnn.. T-Tsu.. Amane.." You breathed out their names, Amane lifted his head as he admired his work, He leaned in your lips slightly brushing against each other

"Mm.. ~ You're very sweet, [F/N].. May I?.." You nodded as he sealed the distance between the two of you, It was hot, really hot. Eveb though the air conditioning was on it was so hot, Tsukasa made his way up to your jaw as he also began suck and bite leaving a trail of hickeys, Amane made the kiss even more passionate as he licked your bottom lip for entrance, You denied as yoy were too shy, But Tsukasa grabbed your thighs as he squeezed them gently making you gasped giving Amane the opportunity to slip his tongue in.

'Hot..' Pulling away as your tongues created a trail of saliva, you couldn't catch a breath as Tsukasa turned your head gently as he crashed his lips onto yours

'So.. Hot..' Tsukasa licked your bottom lip for entrance as you finally obliged feeling Amane pout from your neck, You couldn't comprehend how much these two were giving you, heck you didn't know what other words your uttered other than their names

Tsukasa finally pulled away as drool was dripping down the side of your mouth, You were breathing heavily, They finally stopped as Amane laid you down, Both of them admire how they worked, They both laid down beside you as Amane whispered in your ear "Do you want us to get along like this?~ We might as well learn how to share.. ~" He chuckled rubbing your knuckles as Tsukasa hugged your waist and fell asleep, Must be tired.

What went from Netflix and chill turned into a huge Makeout session..

i dont think this is slight lime anymore

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #yugi amane #tbhk amane #tbhk #tbhk tsukasa #tsukasa yugi

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camille-lachenille · 1 year

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Finwëan ladies week, day 1: Míriel and Indis

For @finweanladiesweek

The shuttle moves back and forth, endlessly, with the barest whisper of threads rubbing against threads. The halls of Vairë are silent except for the slight clinking of the not quite solid looms as her handmaidens weave tirelessly the tapestries of time.

Míriel smiles to herself as she works, the pictures springing from her threads of memory a warm glow around her. A little boy runs in a lush garden, barefoot and his tiny embroidered robes messy. A tall man picks him up and starts plucking stray leaves and twigs from the boy’s clothes and hair with a fond smile. Míriel’s eyes are blurry and she wipes a tear from her face before it can fall on the tapestry. She stares in surprise at her hand, almost translucent in this place in between life and death, and she doesn’t know how much time passes.

When she picks her work again the boy, her boy even tough she renounced any claim on him when her fëa left her hröa, is grown. Fëanáro is constantly moving, creating, as if living for two persons at once. Míriel looks over him as he blushes and stutters in front of a fierce red-head who tells him off when he acts like a fool, and she smiles. He reminds her so much of Finwë at times, tough with her creative streak.

Míriel looks over Finwë too, the husband she renounced when the Valar came to her with his request. Her choice had been an easy one, despite the perspective of eternity spent in the Halls. She was stubborn, Míriel, she still is in a way, insisting to weave the tapestries of her son’s life, of Finwë’s life.

She had made for a poor queen, more interested in her craft than the stifling protocol of the court, and she often forgot her functions to work on this project or that. But living in the gilded cage of Aman had emptied her of any inspiration, any passion for her work after some time, and she could not live on her love for Finwë alone. How could she create beauty in a perfect place? The light of the Trees washed everything out, leaving no shadowed corner she could fill with bright floss and neat stitches. Her last and greatest creation had been Fëanáro, her little spirit of fire, and she regrets only he would grow without a mother. And that was why Míriel readily agrees to Finwë and Indis’ wedding.

She weaves this tapestry herself, smiling to see her beloved husband and her oldest friend find happiness together. Finwë, tall and regal in his wedding finery, and Indis radiant at his side, standing in the middle of their friends and family. Indis, her rounded belly heavy with life, and Finwë fretting over her. A new little life born in the Blessed Realms. Míriel weaves all of this, and much more, and her heart becomes heavier as the years passes and strife tears her family appart like a knife tearing through fabric.

Yet Míriel perseveres, stubborn as ever, as the tapestries become darker and darker, marred by death and grief, with streaks of deep red blood. Her ethereal hands shake so badly she has to put her shuttle aside after tying the last thread of Fëanáro’s fiery shroud, and the tapestry is damp with her spectral tears.

***

The halls of Tirion’s palace are grand and filled to the brim with art. There are Fëanáro’s devices exposed on pedestals and Finwë wears only jewellery made by his son. There are plush carpets on the marble floors and gossamer curtains fluttering in the windows and, everywhere, tapestries of landscape so lifelike one thinks them doorways to gardens and faraway places. And each one one these masterpieces speaks of the ghost haunting the palace.

They were friends, long ago, before the Great Journey, and Indis always supported Míriel in her courtship with Finwë, listened to her troubles and nudged her friend toward the man she loved. The man they both loved.

But now Míriel is gone, in this land where death shouldn’t exist, and Indis can see her in every embroidered pillow in the sitting room, each of Finwë’s delicate handkerchiefs, every resentful glare Fëanáro throws at her. Indis is no broideress, and she never thinks of removing these reminders of Míriel’s absence from the palace, even when Finwë told her she can redecorate to her taste. The only thing he removes is the intricate quilt on the large bed of their rooms, made by Míriel to protect her marriage with Finwë. Indis is silently grateful for it, and she does not mind the soft knitted blankets that replace it. The quilt went to Fëanáro when he wed Nerdanel, and Indis never saw him so openly happy and moved in her presence ever again.

It is strange, to live in Míriel’s shadow, tough Indis is glad her friend still lives in the memory of her family. She goes about her life, raises four children with Finwë, feels her heart swell with pride at their accomplishments and, always, feels as if Míriel is watching over her shoulder, her familiar face crinkled with a smile.

And when Indis is left alone in the darkness, she finds comfort in the knowledge Finwë will not be alone in the Halls. And as she cries over the loss of her family, it is as if Míriel is crying along her; two widows, two mothers bereft of their children.

#finweanladiesweek #finwean ladies #tolkien #the silmarillion #míriel #miriel therinde #indis #tolkien fic #long post

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susie-dreemurr · 5 months

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(Was out so liveblogs of where I stopped in HXH election arc up till beginning of ep 144 were written in notes app. It’s long .)

Lmaooo even Hisoka is like “bitch you think Killua loved you? Tf is wrong with you”

Oh my God Pariston is a fucking influencer

Let’s fucking go

LEORIO. AND KURAPIKA. ALALUIEA

Gon is LITERALLY IN THE SAME TOWN as Gin but he can’t go see him because he’s in a coma. Fuck everything and FUCK GIN

LEORIO THE GOAT I LITERALLY DAYDREAMED ABOUT A CHARACTER TELLING EXACTLY THIS TO GIN. LEORIO JUST LIKE ME FR FR

LEORIO THTE GOAT PUNCHED GIN IN THTE FACT AND TOLD HIM TO “DIE YOU ASSHOLE” THATS MY BOY

LETS GOOOO LEORIO PUNCHING GIN IN THE FACE NOT ONLY SAVED THE ELECTION BUT ALSO MADE HIM GET THIRD PLACE IN CANDITACY. GIN DYING IS WHAT THE PEOPLE WANT. GIVE IT TO THEM. I love democracy

Please Leorio win this election it would be so fucking funny. If not you then Morel because Bisky is too cool to be president as wel so

HELP “Gin Freecs o vagabundo dos Zodíacos. Foram votos de pena que o colocaram aqui?” Quem quer que for o comentarista (não posso ouvir a voz mas acho que é o feijão verde) te amo.

ILLUMI FUCKING DISOWNED HIM

Also I never mentioned it before but. Everyone but Killua deadass misgendering Alluka. Zoldyck family (aside of Killua and Alluka herself) will be killed in the gender war.

Btw Ginger Hisoka is strange to see can your hair go back to being pink-ish. Also can’t believe he’s the tamer one out of tbh he two Illumi really is unhinged

… did hisoka intentionally rile him up to show people Illumi is here. Because as soon as he found out there were rules Killua knew, maybe he’d be hoping then that Gon would be able to be saved after all. He wants to fight him so bad— HEP THE SHOW LITERALLY STATED THIS RIGHT AFTER. Unfortunately I know Hisoka well enough to tell.

“Alluka, if I were the only person in the whole world who loved you, would you be alright?” Fuck he’s asking that because he knows. He knows they don’t love her. At the very least, they don’t show it not even a little bit.

And yet all Alluka can hear is that there is someone in the world who loves her. All she can hear is she’s loved, after all.

Btw given that “you could have fought the president or those ants had you not been playing tag with Chrollo” so I’m assuming that the reason Kurapika isn’t going to Gon is because he’s back to hunting the Phantom Trouoe

NAOOOOOO GOTOH PUTA QUE PARIU. Tem algum jeito dele sobreviver com esse pescoço não :((( uma das duas únicas pessoas boa pro Killua nessa casa….

You know I was thinking to myself more jokingly that I was so starved for girls in shonen interacting that Canary and Amane are yuri to me, but… “You’re cute when you let lose a little” 🤨🏳️‍🌈? Canary do you have something to share with the class. (And then Amane blushes.)

HELP. Illumi and Hisoka “need more people” but neither of them have any friends aside of MAYBE each other so Illumi has to resort to brainwashing. Ok the cringe & fail duo

Ok is it bad that I’m rooting for the Anti-Netero faction. Like they make a good point (the exam allows to many crazy ass murderers in) … although their speech isn’t good, but like. Politics.

NO WAY GIN DIDNT EVEN SHOW UP JUSTIFY HIS LOSS. Cringe & fail.

Fucking. Hisoka trying to sabotage Illumi with a fake map but Illumi having a real one so Hisoka is just like “ah. Never mind.” Anyway fucking insane that we have to rely on Hisoka of all people

Btw I’m like 99% sure Amane is the “spy” Illumi is talking about so RIP my Yuri. Oh well, what fictional gay couple didn’t betray each other at least once, right?

Oh Tsubone was the spy. Nvm.

HES CRYING NOOO KILLUA :((( also fucking creepy too Illumi godamnit

KILLUA DISOWNING LETS GO

Hisoka don’t you dare do what I think you will. Get this murder card OUT of the hospital

Oh thank God it wasn’t gonna target Gon or Morel

Lets go call Gin’s ass out Pokémon character looking girl

#long post #live-blogging

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aratakis-onikabito · 2 years

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This is weird and cringe and it doesn't even make sense...I wrote this like two years ago and I really liked it at the time lol.

The reader uses she/her pronouns. Hanako x fem!reader. I've never done this before so the layout might not make sense or be pretty😔.

"When I'm with you it's almost as if I'm alive again"

*:.｡｡.: ♡★♡ﾟ･*:.｡｡.｡.:✰⋆�｡:ﾟ･*☽:°*:.｡｡.: ♡★♡ﾟ･*

The sky was a beautiful mixture of orange, purple, and pink. As the wind blew, flower petals from the beautiful pink trees flowed gently in the wind. Sat on the rooftop of Komoe high school were the two powerful school wonders number 7 and number 8.

Y/N lightly leaned against the railing of the roof gazing up at the sky. Her e/c eyes shimmered with the reflection of the sunset, gently smiling as her features were soft and relaxed, something Hanako saw very little of ever since that day...

As he scanned her features, he couldn't help but smile to himself. How the colors of the sunset perfectly complemented her uniform. How her h/l h/c hair lightly flowed with the wind revealing her beautiful eyes even more. How her eyes glowed slightly with a calm yet happy expression. 'She's just so beautiful' he thought to himself and a small tint of pink grazed his cheeks. Y/n had caught a glimpse of him looking at her and turned her head to look at him.

"Is something wrong, Amane?" She said to the boy next to her. He jumped a little and his face became a slightly dark shade of red, having being caught staring at the girl. "N-No nothings wrong, It's just been a while since I've seen you so relaxed. It's nice." He said with a small smile and a flustered face. Silently cursing himself for stuttering so much. Her eyes widened slightly, feeling her face begin to heat up from the words he said. "O-oh um..yeah, I guess so.." she said averting her gaze so he couldn't see the blush beginning to form on her face. He noticed this action and let out a small laugh at her attempt to hide her emotions again, he snuck an arm around her waist and pulled her into a gentle hug with his other hand holding the back of her head into his chest, the girls eyes widened at this action and felt herself stiffen a little but gave in and wrapped her arms around him as well.

So gentle and loving, like nothing can hurt me in his arms.

Ba-dum

Y/N was beginning to feel her chest become heavy. She heard a very quiet sound ring in her ears... it's almost like a drum. Little did she know Hanako was feeling this same strange feeling, but neither of them really noticed it yet.

"Y/n..can I tell you something?" "What is it?" Hanako pulled back a little to look y/n in the eyes. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to say what was on his mind. "When I'm around you It...almost feels as if I'm alive again.."

Ba-dum

"Everytime I'm with you I feel this weight on my chest..a good one! It almost feels a little familiar and for some reason it makes me feel so happy...and Everytime I'm with you I never want that feeling to go away.."

Ba-dum

Y/n's eyes go wide for a second but soften just as quick. Heat creeps up to her cheeks and she smiles "yeah, I feel the exact same way too." Hanako begins to blush even more and adverts his gaze, bringing her closer to his body in an attempt to hide his face. As y/n rests her head on his chest she hears a strange sound.

Ba-dum

'there it is again'

Ba-dum

'wait a minute....this feels familiar...' she backs up a bit. Hanako looks at her with confusion. "Are you ok?" He says with confusion and a little worry lacing his words. Y/n lifts her hand to her chest as her face contorts into shock and confusion. Then just as quickly, she brings her other hand to Hanako's chest and her eyes go wide. "...hey is everything ok? What's wrong?" He says as he looks down a little to meet her eyes.

"Amane....I...feel something.." She says looking at him in the eyes. "What are you talking about-" before he could finish his sentence she grabs his hand and places it on his chest where her hand was. His face becomes even more confused as he looks at his hand. She then grabs his other hand and places it on her chest and holds it there.

Ba-dum

Hanakos eyes go wide finally understanding what he's feeling. His face in complete shock.

"....is that...what I think it is..." They look up at each other. Tears pricking the brim of y/n's eyes, she smiles and says "It's like..were alive again." Tears fall from Hanako's eyes and pulls her into a deep hug feeling her heart beat against him, and even hearing his own heart beat loud in his ears. Voice quivering he says

"Were alive again"

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worldscollidinginone · 7 months

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Chapter 8 - Affection And Gut Feeling

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I was blushing like never before. My heart was beating like crazy. I went to my lecture and got all the work done. Made my notes. Everything was good, for once.

After the lecture, I got a call from Aman.

"Hi."

"Hi, sweetheart!" and he blew a kiss on the phone.

"Aman, thoda toh behave karo! Log kya sochenge? Aur tumhara lecture khatam hua?" I was laughing and smiling like crazy.

"Kyu? Kya problem hai? Main apni girlfriend se baat kar raha hoon aur main abhi kiss bhi karna chahata hoon, lekin woh mujhse door hai. Ha, lecture khatam ho gayi. "

"Baad me karlena. Abhi nahin."

"Baad me kab?"

"Jab mein tumhare saamne ajaungi."

"Okay." He seems upset.

I knew where he was, so to a surprise, I reached where was his last lecture and kissed him. You had to see his face. It was like giving a kid a new toy or giving him or her a lollipop. He was so happy.

"Yeh kya tha?"

"Yeh ek thank you tha?"

"Thank you?"

"Thank you isiliye kyun ki tumne meri zindagi badal di. Thank you for being my Aman. My angel."

"Main koi angel nahin hoon. Main toh bas is devi ka das hoon ."

"Accha? Yeh kuch zyada nahin hua?"

"Belkol nahin! By the way, I have got something special planned for you. "

"Kya?" I was very excited.

"Woh tumhe tumhare room miljayega."

"Accha? Tum late mat hona. Aur apna khayal rakhna, okay?"

"Okay." He said while touching my hand.

From that moment, I felt that something was off. I couldn't pinpoint what, though.

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Thinking about how the type of relationship between Amane and Tsukasa is written and shown, like Aidairo they really like to play and, evidently, they do it on purpose: is it just something brotherly or is there something more? (Always interpreting the content they give us and never affirming [or denying] something)

It can also be said (and from what I have seen, it is something that does happen) that part of the jshk fandom rejects and ignores the theories that the interactions between the twins hide something beyond the fraternal because they're brothers and shouldn't be seen as such.

So,

Using the analogy of "If character A were the opposite gender of character B, then everyone would support their romantic relationship, but since A and B are the same gender that makes them just good friends and 'romantic' is just a thing." part of the community", one could deduce that if instead of brothers, Aidairo had chosen to be childhood friends, would the majority of the fandom more easily accept their interaction as something more than brotherly?

If they were just childhood friends who grew up together and their relationship is the same as it is currently in the manga, perhaps the entire fandom would say, and it wouldn't be something crazy or misplaced, that there's not just friendship between the two; perhaps a one-sided love, or a childhood love that ended badly. Maybe there would even be more posts of parallels between hananene and amane and tsukasa.

I would like to know your opinion ^ . ^

Just thoughts derived from insomnia and how I love to find three feet for the cat. And since I love to see the relationships of some characters in another light to see if it's just my interpretation or if there is something more.

P.D.: ilove your theories and analysis.

Do you want me to be completely honest?

I have been very cautious when talking about this subject precisely because it is such a taboo.

It's not about gender, but about being brothers, it's not something natural or accepted, it's strange to think or talk about it in a general context, most people have brothers and know that the love they feel for them is fraternal.

So this forbidden love causes a lot of strangeness, even if it is in fiction.

But yes, I'm happy that the fandom is finally seeing that there is SOMETHING STRANGE in their relationship, it's not just brotherly love, right?

It does not seem.

Tsukasa blushes when he is with Amane, when he talks about him. Hanako also blushes when he is around Tsukasa. The way Tsukasa touches Hanako, panels where they are almost kissing, Hanako under Tsukasa in a suggestive position while Tsukasa puts his hands on Hanako's lips. The way Hanako looks at Tsukasa, whether when he was pointing at the stars or when he ran to hug Amane.

There is more evidence of romance than of a healthy sibling relationship. The way Tsukasa didn't care about anything other than fulfilling Amane's wishes…

But what about Hanako, what must he have been like with Tsukasa?

The general idea that goes through my head sometimes is that the twins fell in love with each other. For Tsukasa, in a more innocent way, that kind of love that he still doesn't understand and doesn't know how to differentiate from brotherly love, everything for him is just love.

For Hanako…. this is more problematic, Hanako is not innocent, he knows what kind of love he feels for Tsukasa, and maybe because he realizes that it is wrong, forbidden, he just buried this feeling inside his chest. Even though he felt love and desires, he seemed to want to be the "perfect" brother, as we saw in the PP arc.

Most analyzes of JSHK symbolism point to a romantic love between them, and in some cases, unilateral. An innocent twin and a pervert, opposites but with similar desires.

I always wonder why Hanako has such a latent sexual desire, as if he was repressing an old desire, and when Kako revealed this in front of Tsukasa, Hanako blushed intensely!

He literally wanted to die again, so why was he so blushing because of Tsukasa? It doesn't make sense if we don't think about the desires he might feel about Tsukasa, and because it's something shameful and forbidden, he feels bad.

"I want Tsukasa, but he's my brother, we can't! It's wrong…."

He blushed more with Tsukasa than with Nene, even when Nene kissed him on the cheek, the moment he blushed the most with her, it didn't surpass the way he blushed with Tsukasa, even his HANDS were blushed.

Think with me, Hanako wants to stop time to do any kind of perverted things, who could he stop time with so he could do whatever he wanted without anyone knowing?

He already did perverted things with Nene without needing to stop time, he can even try to do perverted things with random people, since no one sees Hanako because he's a ghost

But he couldn't touch these people even if time stopped, because in order for him to touch them the other person must be supernatural, have a sixth sense or a bond with Hanako, as in the case of Nene, Kou.

So WHO was the person he was talking about?

Touching Tsukasa with time stopped… Would it lessen Amane's guilt if Tsukasa didn't know? Hmm…..

He likes to do things in secret because he doesn't like to feel guilty, he does things knowing it's wrong, and that's why he does them in secret.

This would also explain why he was so embarrassed when Tsukasa found out that he wants to do perverted things, it was as if Kako had revealed to Tsukasa that Amane had this type of desire towards him.

A forbidden desire that Amane hides, touching Tsukasa, but he can't, so would he wish time would stop so he could do what he wants, because he believed Tsukasa would never know, would it be the only way to alleviate his desire?

When the secret was revealed, Amane felt the guilt and shame for his desires strongly.

Should I also mention the sexual connotation between eating and being devoured? Hakubo and Sumire? It was explicitly a sexual scene between the two, and well, Hanako will probably have to devour Tsukasa in the same way, so sexual connotations continue here.

So, let's go to the scene of Hanako's intense crying when he sees Tsukasa kissing Nene.

Did he see the two people he is in love with kissing? And him being left out of it?

So, let's conclude, maybe this will all lead to a three-way relationship, if Nene accepts, of course. Hanako seems to be in love with both of them, and with the way things are going, we're going to see more of Amane showing love for Tsukasa.

See his look in these two situations:

It's the same look…. in one panel he tells Nene that he's happy because she was the first girl who said she liked him, in the other panel he's talking about Tsukasa.

Same tender look, same look, SAME LOOK

BUT

It's just ONE of the possibilities, maybe it's just another one of those things that some manga authors put in, you know, to tease and give false clues, maybe it's just "ah, that's just a joke, they're just very close brothers" and nothing happens.

Aidairo created a game in which there were twins in love with the same girl, they also had a suggestive relationship between them, but nothing explicitly romantic was shown between them.

This is what I think will happen in JSHK, there is all this evidence that their relationship is romantic, but in the end it won't be anything canon, just suggestive moments.

I don't think Aidairo will have enough courage to put a romantic relationship between canonical brothers???? I doubt it, I would challenge her if I could, because I definitely don't believe she would put that on! Because it would be very brave of her to do that!!

Neither the romantic relationship between the twins nor the relationship between three. Tsukasa will probably disappear, Nene will stay with Hanako for a while and Amane will disappear too, Nene (if she survives) will be sad for a while and then forget.

It will be?

Everything is still hazy, I'm wandering between the two paths, do they love each other romantically or is it just Aidairo's joke?

I have no idea the answer, because the evidence is getting stronger and harder to ignore….

Anyway, remembering that I don't ship the twins and I'm not saying that this is what will happen, it's just an analysis based on their behavior.

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