#forced my friend to put this bow in my hair it was so fun

[irishmammonagenda]

hii , do you mind doing diavolo x m!court jester reader?

i saw a post with a king x jester trope and i could not get it out of my head 😭 it can be headcanons or a short drabble, wtv you want!!

hihi! this is such an interesting thingy to write and i apologise for taking a while to write it, writing male characters is fun but lowkey kind of hard for me😔✊

i also dont know what jesters do and my knowledge is watching horrible histories when i was younger so this is widely inaccurate heehee

no but fr i think in another universe diavolo would be a jester tbh

dividers by @/ioveartfilm

grma for requesting <3!!!!

Funny Funny (I'm in love with you.) Diavolo X M!Court Jester Reader

He laughs at your jokes like a man on crack

You're his favourite employee in the castle and your room is right beside his chambers (he made sure of it)

You sneak into his room for sleepovers sometimes. Barbatos has given up on propriety.

The Little Ds help you with your super cool jester preformances. They're surprisingly good at dancing and balancing plates.

You use the Little Ds as juggling balls sometimes.

Diavolo has promoted you as much as possible, bro atp people think you're a consort instead of court jester.

like they will full on go up to you to pitch ideas or put in a good word for Diavolo since he'll listen to you.

Barbatos also forces you to tell Diavolo news that'll make him angry or upset since he takes it a lot better coming from you.

Unrelated but you'd 100% be friends with Solomon and Thirteen. Which is awkward when theyre in the same room together.

Apart from Barbatos and Lucifer occassionally disciplining you, you are untouchable.

"Your Heighness...." A noble bows in front of Diavolo's throne. Why that scumbag had requested an audience with the Demon Prince, you had no idea. Technically you weren't even supposed to be listening in, but no one had noticed you on the chandelier yet so that was their problem.

And your problem when Barbatos eventually found out. Said Demon standing beside Diavolo's throne.

You watch as Diavolo nods along, uncharacteristically serious. "What do you need?"

"Well...I believe if we stopped trading pickles to the humans it would be a lot less daunting to create them-"

You blink. What the fuck. Bro requested an audience for this? Damn, this was so unserious it was good material for your next stand up routine.

You watch from overhead as Diavolo blinks, his wings stiffening ever so slightly, the crimson-haired prince raises an eyebrow. "You want to stop trading pickles to the Human Realm?"

"Yes, My Lord." The noble responds earnestly.

"No."

The demon blinks, astounded.

"Excuse me, may I ask you repeat that, my Lord?"

"No. Human's love pickles. They're our main traders. It'd sour relations even more." Diavolo says, you watch as Barbatos takes a deep breath, and as the Demon Prince begins to get annoyed.

You stiffle a laugh at the noble squandering, which leads to your downfall as you move your hands over your mouth, taking them off of your jester hat.

Which falls.

All the way down to the ground.

The bells on the hat jingle.

Barbatos' eyes are trained on you like a hawk. So are Diavolo's, but his eyes are more of an excited child on christmas than anything else.

The noble's eyes widen.

"Sup?" You grin awkwardly. The noble, sensing a way out of this pickle debate uses this as an excuse to say his goodbyes and leave.

Diavolo doesn't even notice. Barbatos just shakes his head ever so slightly.

"That guy was in a real pickle...!...Haha...right guys?" You laugh awkwardly, and despite the fact you're not funny at all, the Prince cackles like it was the best stand up routine he'd ever heard in his life.

You were currently at a banquet talking to the Little D's about your next juggling stunt when a demon approached you.

"Hello." She smiles, her red lips glossy.

"Sup."

"Well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour or two....." She looks hesitant but composed.

You nods your head, the bells on your hat jingling. You're convinced Diavolo put them on there to serve as some sort of cat bell.

"Well....I had an idea for expanding our trades of magical herbs to human world Alaska...since a few witches have been living on quote on quote 'lesbian cottages' there."

You whistle. "Damn. Do they have huskies?"

"A lot of them, from what I hear." She nods, her tail wrapping around her leg absentmindedly. "Could you put in good word for Lord Diavolo for me?"

"Sure?" You tilt your head, the bells jingle slightly.

The demon grins, "Thanks he'll listen to you more thoroughly!"

Little D No.2 pops out from your breast pocket. "That's because everyone thinks you two are gay for eachother."

You yank him out of there. "Go annoy Mammon."

"Sir yes sir!"

At this point you should be the Avatar of Pride.

"Sire. I'm telling you. He just stabbed several upper class demons with a rusty spoon!" The demon knight urges Diavolo, who isn't even looking at him.

"You expect me to believe that?" Diavolo tilts his head. You nod vigorously from where you're covered in entrails and holding a rusty spoon in your hands. "MC wouldn't hurt a fly."

The knight looks from you to him with a lax jaw.

What.

The.

Fuck.

That knight's putting his two weeks in now icl.

^^ idea from that one person on tiktok (sirleoninsunglasses) i cant get it out of my head.

can you tell im a merlin fan.

gang idk what noble people talk about i made these discussions up as i went along but i can assure you that pickle trading and lesbian witches in alaska are actually the only thing nobles talked about in history i pinky promise

[kazuko-stuff]

First meetings Pt 1

Summary: You were born with pure energy along with your clan’s most prized inherited cursed technique, causing them to sheltered you from the outside world by the elders to focus your life as a jujutsu sorcerer. However, one day on a mission you encountered a white haired man with striking blue eyes that will change your life forever.

You were already a grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer and considered the top of the Kyoto Metropolitan Curse Technical College, as you were acknowledged by the higher ups.

You were sent on a mission with two other female jujutsu sorcerers to send a cursed tool to a specific location. This cursed tool is said to be some sort of weapon that could purify special grade spirits in an instant but only the higher ups knew the truth. The Tsukimoto clan is known for their cursed technique of their powerful purification due to excellent control on cursed energy and is only shown mostly in girls.

You were born with pure energy and later proved you have the clan’s inherited technique, thus forcing you to go through your clan’s ritual that could enhance your cursed energy to purify curses of spirits and nullify negative energy. Utahime who heard this from the higher ups begged you to not go through this. “ Y/N, you don’t have to agree to this” as she holds both of your hands hoping that you’ll change your mind.

“ Hime- chan, I appreciate you for standing up to me but as a first grade sorcerer of the Kyoto branch and the heir of the Tsukimoto clan, I have to agree on doing the ritual . I also don’t want you to get into trouble with the higher ups and elders on my behalf, after all we don’t have much choice in this world of ours. Besides this is my home I had ever known” as you closed your eyes as you gave a sad smile to your best friend, knowing because of this ritual, you are prevented from leaving the compound or establishments related to the main branch along with the HQ if it isn’t mission related. However you truly wish to be free to explore the world and be free from the clans and HQ’s hold on you but you already accepted your fate.

Utahime understands your decision as she knows that you would put your mission first to protect others but also worries about your well-being as she is the only one who got to know you personally. She knew of the rigorous training you went through as child when you have your clan’s most precious cursed technique of purification and of now of being a prime candidate of being a consort towards other powerful clans, especially the Zen’in. You would always agree just to protect your family to spare them the wrath of the elders even if it means losing your freedom.

As you and your teammates were in the truck with the fake weapon, your teammate, the truck suddenly shook violently. You sensed cursed energy. “We’re under attack, prepare for battle” as your teammate Aya, she starts her attack only to realize the target from the report, already has the ‘weapon’. “ So is this the Purifying Tool that Intel talked about?

“ Identify yourself and turn yourself in” as Aya points her katana to him.

“There’s nothing inside. We’ve been misled” as he crumbled the box.

“So that’s how you want to play boy, say hiya to my little friend” as your other teammate, Suki, uses her weaponed fans to channel her cursed energy to him, as you notice the leader has a unique talisman object to fight back. Aya then strikes from behind him as she looks at you, “ Tsukimoto-san, he has me, it’s your turn to run the show now!” As you prepare your bow and arrow in the air to strike an attack. However while you managed to wore him out, he managed to bounce you the ledge, causing you to black out

———

Gojo Satoru, the man who is blessed by the heavens with the six eyes. As he is the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world, he is quite known for his loud, boisterous nature that annoys a lot of people. As he was skipping school for fun, much to Yaga Sensei’ s annoyance.

“Satoru, skipping class again” as his best friend, Suguru, called through the phone. “It will be fine. We are the strongest after all. Besides, how is skipping school going to hurt us” as he walks on the road and hears a heavy sigh on the other side. “ And you question why Yaga scolds you for your antics” as he is one of the very few people who can handle his crazy shenanigans.

As Satoru was about to head towards a plaza, he sensed strong cursed energy along with a loud sound afterwards, he noticed a girl falling from the sky. “Whelp I am heading out” as he ends his call with Suguru as he manages to catch the girl with his technique.

“This isn’t how I imagine angels are sent but she seems out” as he notices that she is from the Kyoto branch and recognizes who she is.

——

As he went back to the campus, Yaga was already there to give him an usual lecture of his antics but only to stop when seeing you unconscious. “I found her falling from the sky, guessing she was attacked by some cursed spirit they were after” as they were heading to the infirmary for you to rest.

As Satoru places you on the infirmary bed, a lot of thoughts start to emerge in his head. “What was I thinking? Why did I bring her here” he asks himself. “She’s a clan kid and part of the sister school in Kyoto. Boy did I do a lot of stunts to get their hands on me. But I couldn’t leave her on her own” as he sits on a chair, as he leans back.

X

Pt 2

[lucagray813]

Shadow Clones

Rating: Gen

Word Count: 3,132

Main Characters: Rumble, Savage, MK

Minor Characters: Macaque, Wukong, Mei, Sandy, Tang, Pigsy

Relationships: None, hints of Shadowpeach if you really want it tho

Summary: All MK had wanted was an explanation for why his clones had minds of their own, meeting Macaque's clones does not provide him with any answers.

Additional Tags: Hijinks & shenanigans, light-headed, Rumble & Savage are called Xīng & Huì

CW: None

Link to AO3 Version

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"Hey, Macaque?"

The grunt of acknowledgement from the branch he was currently dozing on was all the go ahead MK needed, "So, you know how I've got some, er, unique clones?"

In a lazy drawl he responded, "Can't say that I do."

Undeterred MK continued, counting off on his fingers, "Yeah, I've got my food guy, my art guy, my porty guy but when I asked Monkey King why they were like that he said I should come ask you?"

He had been surprised that Monkey King would defer to Macaque on anything but given how gleefully he had, MK suspected it was less to do with any respect for Macaque's knowledge and because there was something embarrassing that was about to come to light.

The tip of Macaque's tail gave an irritated little flick before he sighed heavily. But he didn't even open his eyes as he raised a hand towards the sky and clicked his fingers, two shadows separated from him and travelled down the tree until they stopped in front of MK as two perfect circles. Unbothered, Macaque said to no-one, "Alright, have fun you two. Try not to traumatize anyone too badly."

MK took a cautionary step backwards as two forms rose from the ground and he looked between them with increasing alarm. Fully formed, they were clearly two clones but while the resemblance was undeniable they each had a distinctive sense of style.

The one smiling somewhat devilishly at him looked... Well, actually he looked really good. His hair, his outfit, his vibe - it was all so well put together. MK actually felt a little underdressed looking at him.

He was much preferable to look at than the other shadow monkey that stared at him with no emotion on his face whatsoever. His dress sense was simple, efficient and dark. There wasn't a spec of colour on him.

Wary, he called out to the original, "Macaque...?"

Macaque lazily raised a hand in the air and waved it over the brightly dressed clone first before gesturing to the rest of them in order, "Xīng, Huì - MK. MK - Xīng, Huì. Knock yourselves out."

Xīng grinned and bowed with no small amount of flair, "MK, the Monkie Kid. The pleasure is all ours."

Still unsure what to make of the situation, he did his best to be polite, even if the way Huì continued to stare unblinkingly unnerved him, "Er, yeah. Nice to meet both of you. You're both clones?"

Xīng stood and made his way over, throwing a friendly arm around his shoulders, "Sure are. How about we gather up your buddies and we'll put on a show for you?"

"What do you mean a- Gah!" MK startled at the silent appearance of Huì on his other side. He clutched at his chest as he unsubtly asked Xīng, "Is he, uh, I mean, does he...?"

Xīng patted his shoulder before forcing him to start walking forward, Huì walked silently beside them, "He's the strong, silent type. Don't you worry though, he won't do you any harm. Not as long as you stick with me."

MK edged ever so slightly closer to him before throwing a desperate look over his shoulder at Macaque.

He was not at all reassured by the grin on his face.

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During the short walk back to where he'd left his friends on the beach he had learnt that Huì couldn't speak but that didn't seem to be a problem as Xīng could speak enough for two. MK had barely gotten a word in but, in all honesty, he'd been too focused on keeping a wary eye on Huì to really even try and offer any intelligent responses.

When the three of them emerged from the trees, it was not to the delight of everyone waiting for them.

Pigsy pinched the bridge of his nose, "MK..."

Mei was slightly less tactful, "Ugh, why are there two of him? One is more than enough."

Tang nodded decisively beside her, looking more than a little nervous. Sandy was the only one that didn't seem at all put off by the two renditions of Macaque beside him.

He ducked under Xīng's arm and moved closer to his friends, "I know, I know! I went to ask him about the clone thing and this was how he responded! So, I guess we're stuck with them for just now?"

Xīng commented dryly behind him, "You know, I'm beginning to think we're not welcome here. We didn't even get a chance to introduce ourselves."

MK turned around and did a double take, "When did you change your outfit?"

Xīng held up a corner of his coat and asked coyly, "Why? Do you like it?"

Mei walked up beside MK, and eyed the clones suspiciously, "Ok, so what's their deal then?"

"They say their names are Xīng and Huì, and I guess they're Macaque's equivalent of Porty MK?"

Xīng clicked his tongue, "You know, clones or not, it's pretty rude to talk about someone as if they aren't there. Can't you see how much you're upsetting Huì? He's a sensitive soul."

They all looked at Huì, who stared back with dead, emotionless eyes. Deciding it was better to err on the side of caution MK apologised, "Er, sorry, Huì? We didn't mean to upset you...?"

Huì didn't so much as blink but Xīng nodded, "That's better. Now..."

He disappeared into the shadows only to reappear sitting on top of the picnic table they'd set up, oddly in yet another new outfit, "What do you lot do for fun around here?"

Mei whistled, "Damn, that is actually one nice dress. Where'd you get it?"

Xīng just smiled and clicked his fingers. A miasma of shadow tendrils quickly wound their way up and around Mei and when they disappeared she was wearing a similar dress with her hair put up in a matching hairpin.

Mei had looked fairly alarmed at the shadows but it was almost immediately forgotten about as she picked up the skirt of the dress and started to turn this way and that, "Hey, not bad! You got it in green and white?"

A click and a flash of shadows later and she had what she requested. He even summoned a full length mirror that stuck out of the sand so she could check it out properly, "Damn, you even did my hair! Do you know how much of a pain it is to put up like this?" She turned to Xīng, "Hey, can you put it up in, like, a french braid bun?"

It was done in the blink of an eye and Mei was delighted, "You know what, I take it back, this Macaque has already outranked the original in my books."

Xīng laughed, "High praise. Anyone else want a costume change? What about you, big guy?"

Sandy actually looked a little hopeful, "Well, it's sort of hard to find clothes in my size... But I've always really wanted to try on one of those fancy three piece suits...?"

Sandy blinked down at himself before gasping and rushing to the mirror, looking exceptionally pleased with his outfit and posing this way and that before bringing his hands to his face, "I should put braids in my beard more often!"

Admittedly, a little won over, MK also looked towards Xīng hopefully. Xīng just stood up on the table and grinned, "How about that show I promised?"

They all had to dive out of the way as the shadows suddenly converged to raise something massive from the ground but they faded away to reveal an extravagant catwalk. Mei vibrated with excitement beside him, "Oh my god, yes! Hold on! We need music! We need a film crew! We need an audience!"

MK grinned and reached for his hair, "Coming right up!"

The only thing MK didn't have confidence in creating was a camera, well he could make one but he wasn't sure how they would actually get the videos from it, but Mei eagerly volunteered her phone. Entrusting it to the MK clone crew.

Xīng was clearly ecstatic about the additions to the stage and by the time they were backstage he was taking it all very seriously, directing clones and doing up hair and outfits as if he was born to do it.

Mei nudged MK, "Dude, this is totally Theatre Macaque. I bet he came into existence the same way Porty MK did."

He could totally see it, a shadow clone forgotten in a theatre hall that decided he was going to make this his entire personality. Honestly, MK was kind of here for it, so far he was way more fun than the actual Macaque.

Xīng was clearly both the star of the show and the director. No outfit was too outlandish for him and he absolutely went for broke when he struck a pose at the end of the runway. He would shout out directions for everyone else, demanding they be just as bold and brave.

It was a lot of fun but by the end of it they were sweating and exhausted. MK thinks they had all been taken aback by the dangerous look in Xīng's eye when they suggested they called it quits but it was quickly replaced by a cheerful declaration that they needed a finale - last walk down the aisle, no holds barred!

MK had sighed a breath of relief, for a second there he thought he was going to go all "the Porty never ends" on them, but it all ended on a high! Once MK had dismissed his clones, they had all gathered around Mei's phone to watch the highlights.

The review was cut short by Tang's frightened scream but to be fair to him, MK probably would have reacted the same way if Huì had materialised beside him like that.

Mei eyed him up, before addressing Xīng, "Alright, we get your deal, but what's with creepy here?"

Xīng smiled as he walked around and threw an arm over Huì's shoulder, "Creepy? Huì? What are you talking about? He's just a little guy."

Pigsy scoffed, "Oh yeah, he's a real charmer. The unnerving silence, the dead eyes, the total lack of emotion - he's not creepy at all."

Xīng grinned mischievously, "Oh? You hear that, Huì? Your natural charms aren't doing it for them. How about you treat them to a smile?"

The five of them couldn't put enough distance between them and Huì.

"Why does he have so many teeth!?"

"Oh my god, they're like knives!"

"Those eyes...! It's like staring into the abyss, into the unending void!"

Xīng looked entirely amused. He patted Huì's shoulder before approaching them, "Well, that doesn't bode well for the favour I wanted to ask you."

Bravely, MK stuttered, "Wh-What favour?"

"You see, Huì and I don't get to come out and play very often and you've all done me such a kindness by putting on a show. But Huì hasn't had a chance to have any fun yet."

Tang gripped Pigsy's arm, "What does he do for fun? Steal people's souls?"

Xīng laughed, "Of course not. What Huì loves more than anything else is a good fight! If you brave heroes would be willing to indulge him it would just mean the world to us!"

Mei seemed to regain her courage, "A fight? Against all five of us? A bit overkill, isn't it? I mean, I could totally take Macaque by myself!"

Xīng pandered to her, "Oh, I don't doubt it but who knows when we'll be let out again and Huì loves a challenge."

The five of them exchanged a look before huddling together, Mei kicked them off, "We could totally take him."

Tang shook his head, "No way. We're being baited. That... thing is straight from my nightmares!"

It took a little back and forth but eventually they turned back to Xīng, and MK spoke for them, "Alright, we'll do it! But on the condition we can keep all the clothes from the fashion show."

Xīng's grin was unsettling, "Deal." He clicked his fingers and a rack of all the clothes from today materialized beside them.

He then gestured for them to follow him, "Well, come on then. I know the perfect place for your fight."

Pigsy looked a little unnerved, "Why don't we just fight here?"

"Oh no, no, no. That would have been like having our show without a proper stage. You have to give Huì his chance to shine."

Warily they all followed after Xīng and Huì until they arrived at a large but empty hall hidden not too far from Monkey King's vault. The door creaked open to reveal a room in pitch darkness.

Tang immediately backed away, "Nuh-uh. No way. Not happening. I'm not fighting in the dark!"

Xīng simply clicked his fingers and a number of shadow portals opened on the ceiling, a single lightbulb hanging from a wire emerged from each of them to create cones of light.

They reluctantly followed the clones in as Pigsy gruffly complained, "You couldn't have gotten better lights?"

Xīng hummed, "We're shadow clones, I'm simply evening the playing field."

Despite the overwhelming odds in their favour, all of them were undoubtedly uneasy as they took up their positions under one of the spotlights, while Huì stood across from them just behind another.

Xīng leaned casually against a wall, "Everybody ready?"

They all nodded grimly, their eyes not leaving their opponent.

"Wonderful. One last thing then. Huì? Don't eat them."

MK let out a strangled, "Wait. What!?"

He saw Huì's terrifying grin for just a moment before all put two of the lightbulbs shattered above them, eliciting more than one terrified scream. The two that were left started to swing unnaturally.

The next five minutes could only be described as a real life horror movie. No amount of fighting ability could save them as one by one they were picked off, dragged into the shadows by horrifying flashes of teeth. He couldn't even run, walls suddenly appearing to cut him off and turn him around as he tried to escape.

In sheer terror he held a hand in the air and a ball of pure light erupted to banish every shadow from the room. He breathed heavily as he looked around to see his friends picking themselves up from the floor, shielding their eyes, while trying to figure out what was going on.

He startled as he heard Xīng shout, "We're outside! Lights too bright for us!"

Mei groaned, "It's too bright for us too. Can you turn it down MK?"

Tang quickly added, "Just a little! Do not turn it off!"

"Er, I'm not sure how?"

Pigsy just forged ahead to the door, "Let's just get out of here!"

Everyone scrambled after him and it was to great relief when they saw the blue sky above them. MK dismissed the ball of light and turned to the others, "Are you ok!?"

Sandy nodded, "Shaken up but not hurt."

The sentiment was shared, no-one had a scratch on them, but god knows none of them were going to sleep easy tonight.

He swung around at Xīng's voice, "Ah, what a performance! You five really know how to make a shadow clone feel alive!"

Mei was incensed and she started to match towards him menacingly, "How could you do that to us!? That was so messed up! We agreed to a fight, not a-!"

She stopped short as Huì stood in front of Xīng defensively. Xīng grinned over his shoulder, "Forgive him, he's a little protective. What were you saying?"

She didn't move closer but she was not deterred from letting her displeasure known, "I can't believe you would set us up like that! That wasn't a fight! It was a horror movie!"

Xīng did not look apologetic as he took a step to stand beside Huì so he could lean an elbow on his shoulder, "Ah, I'm sorry for misleading you but no-one ever lets Huì play with them if I tell them the truth."

Mei cursed him out as she stomped away, "MK, get these two out of here! I don't want to see their faces ever again!"

Xīng held up his hands, "No need to show us out. We've had our fun." He took a bow, before offering, "But for the record, we are genuinely grateful to you for accommodating us today. C'mon Huì, let's go."

They sunk into the shadows and disappeared.

----

Macaque sighed as he felt trouble reform on the ground below him, "Did you have fun?"

Xīng responded, "Oh, we had a great time. Shame we never get called for an encore but to be fair Huì is a hard act to follow."

He opened his eyes and peered down at Huì, "You take a bite out of anyone?"

Xīng answered, "Nah, he was good. The bird and rodent population may have taken a sharp hit today though."

Wukong better not give him shit for that, there's no way he'd sent MK to him and not known what he was getting him in for, and it wasn't Huì's fault that the hunger of the shadows he embodied couldn't be satisfied.

"You both done for the day then?"

Xīng stretched, "Yeah, let us out again soon though. We never even got to see Wukong - you know he's my favourite model."

Macaque raised an eyebrow, "I'm not stopping you."

"Next time. Huì needs a break. All this sunlight takes a toll on him."

He shrugged, "Fair enough."

The two sank back into the shadows and rejoined his magic. He just snuggled back against the tree, planning to finish this day as he started it - doing absolutely nothing.

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MK couldn't believe what he was hearing, "You what!? How can you prefer Huì to Xīng?"

Monkey King made a face, "Ugh, Xīng is so annoying. Changing your clothes a hundred times a day, pestering you to put on a show, quoting poetry, randomly bursting into song. I'll take Huì any day, he's basically just a big puppy."

"He's literally a monster!?"

"A monster? Nah. The real monster is Xīng - he's so bossy! A real shame that the two of them are a package deal."

Momentarily distracted from Monkey King's terrible taste in shadow clones, he asked, "What do you mean?"

"Hm? Ah, Macaque can't summon just one of them. It's both of them or neither."

"What? Why?"

Monkey King shrugged, "No idea. But I wouldn't waste too much time thinking about it. Macaque summons them like once a millennium, usually just to annoy me. You won't see them again."

He couldn't say he was upset about that but he still couldn't get over Monkey King's preferences, "But Huì? Really?"

--End--

[A/N - I did my best to illustrate what Xīng and Huì look like here - the post also provides a few additional details about them both if you want to know more! 😁]

[gatitties]

HEY! I really hope your requests for TokREv are open because I had an idea plagued in my mind since this morning!! It defiantly changes canon, takes places after Kisaki gets kicked out of Toman! What is reader is his older sisters (19-20) and she finds out about what he did and she's pissed! Like she has ties with yakuza so she is able to get info on where mikey and his friends are hanging out and she shows up, dragging hanma and Kisaki by their hair/ears and she looks really scary before she just forces the two on their knees infront of the Toman captains and forces the two to apologize before she herself apologies for her brothers behavior and she's really sincere about it and promises Mikey that they'll never here from Kisaki Tetta or Hanma again, bows then just leaves, still dragging the two trouble makers behind her. This can be crack or fluff or serious. Headcanon, fic, scenario. Its really up to you, I just want to see this idea play out please.

─Tokyo revengers x kisaki!reader

─Summary: You discover something you don't like about your little brother and decide he needs to apologize

─Warnings: none

Oh this was fun to write, a interesting idea!!

"Don't fuck with me…"

You massaged your temples after one of your friends had told you some information about small teenage gangs, having friends from the yakuza gave you the privilege of finding out about all the acts of vandalism that were about to happen or had happened, you always met with them to spill the tea on gang gossip.

And while you found some of the stories about teens fighting each other entertaining, you didn't fully support that behavior. Finding out that your little brother was involved in a group like that didn't please you very much. Even though you weren't the best sister in the world, you had to draw a line in his behavior for planning to destroy a group of friends. You didn't mind that he got into fights because you knew that he wasn't the typical one to throw punches, you knew that Hanma, his friend, would do it for him, but they would learn the lesson that violence wouldn't lead to anything good on their own.

But it was something different when you saw all the ins and outs that went into his main task, you weren't going through that, he wasn't going to go through that, trying to destroy people just out of contempt or trying to impress someone, in no way had you been taught those ethical values at home, your parents would be disappointed if they found out, you did him the favor of keeping that information to yourself, however, his actions were a hard blow to your morale.

Your friends talked to you a lot about fights, but also about respect, just like how they raised you, and a mistake comes hand in hand with an apology, whether it was sincere or not, depended on your brother, although it would be on your part.

That same day you entered the house, hearing the voices of both teenagers, a grimace on your face, still somewhat grumpy at their behavior, you didn't even knock on the door to ask if you could come in, you walked in with long strides, looking at the duo with a frown as Tetta looked back at you.

"What's up with knock the door and respect privacy?"

"What about having a minimum of values and not manipulating people?"

He looked away clicking his tongue, Hanma just smiled slyly, he even seemed amused by the situation because he couldn't give more than a damn about that whole Toman betrayal thing.

"You shouldn't care what I do or don't do with my life decisions, get out of my room."

You let out a sigh of surprise at the aggressiveness in his words, looking stunned as he even approached you to push you out of his room, a bad decision, when his hand touched your shoulder to push you, you put him in a headlock, holding his head.

"What the hell!? Hey, let me go!"

"I'll let you go when you apologize to that gang! What you have done is disrespectful and a stain on your morals."

He squirmed in your grip but you stopped him from letting go, although a laugh made him escape from your deadly hold, you turned your head slowly to see Hanma laughing heartily at your struggle, your eyes turned into burning flames, you used your dominant leg to kick the door shut while cracking the bones in your knuckles, they had pissed you now.

"Shit, did you have to laugh at a time like this? She's going to kill us."

Younger Kisaki muttered to his friend, his face paling at the sight of your completely serious expression, though Hanma didn't seem to take it seriously until he spent at least half an hour locked in the room with you. A few knocks on the door made you step back, you adjusted your clothes and hairstyle, smiling when you saw your mother open the door.

"Have I heard screams? everything is alright?"

"Perfectly, mom, we were just playing Uno, and you already know how wild the game is."

"Oh yeah, you two hate losing at Uno, anyway, don't you want something to snack on?"

You looked back, Tetta tried to say yes to get rid of you, knowing that your mother would kick you out of his room if he complained asking for privacy for himself, but you cut him off with just a look.

"Don't worry, I haven't spent time with my dear brother in a long time, I'll take him for ice cream!"

"Oh how nice, bonding time, then I'll leave you, be careful and have fun!"

When your mother left you looked back at the duo, they gulped at the sight of your mischievous smile. One of your friends had told you that just today Toman was having a meeting, so it was the perfect time to apologize, you dragged them both by the earlobe, letting their complaints be music to your ears.

Everyone tensed when they saw that both former members appeared, interrupting Mikey, who narrowed his eyes as he watched you drag them towards the first step of the stairs where he used to give his speeches, everyone remained silent, watching your next move.

"In the name of…" you pulled them down, making them kneel, you doing it with more grace and softness, still looking directly at Mikey " this two idiots, I apologize for all the problems caused, with all my heart, I promise that they will not bother you again, if so, I will take care of punishing them again."

You lowered your head, hearing a snort from your brother, you hit the back of their necks, hearing some murmurs that sounded like apologies on their part, although perhaps only Mikey and Draken could hear it since they were the closest. The two leaders of Toman looked at each other perplexed by the scene, they shared a smile, Mikey nodded towards you, ending the meeting.

"Thank you, I'll keep that in mind."

You nodded in the same way as farewell, still dragging your brother and his friend by the ears, once out of sight of all those teenagers ─who were surely laughing at the strange situation─ you let them go, your face softened slightly and you let out a breath you had been holding.

"I hope you two have learned your lesson… now, let's go get some ice cream."

"Ice cream won't solve the pain in my ear."

"No, but maybe you want me to keep stretching your ear until you can get a damn dilation."

You said under your breath, noticing how Hanma stood next to you, obediently, not knowing if it was because he didn't want to know anything more about your punishments or because of the ice cream, Tetta gave up easily, crossing his arms and mumbling here and there, but accepted the ice cream, after everything he had endured today, a refreshing snack wouldn't hurt, he needed to cool his mind to recalculate his plans and make sure you never found out again about the things he was planning.

[the-dumpster-fire-of-life]

Hi! I enjoy your imagines soooo muchhhhh ARRRRRGGGGGGHHHHH❤️❤️❤️! Could I request an imagine where Reader is Tom & Bill's younger triplet sister and she wears cute, pink, glittery, ruffles, ribbons, etc. stuff. Like she is all princess-like and cutesy from looks and personality wise. Everyone loves her! Would she be in the band too? How would they treat her and all that? Love you!!!Take care of urself💋🥹🫶

(Hello! I'm glad you like my writings and I think I messed this up, lmao, but I hope you enjoy!)

I think you would still be in the band

I mean you're their siblings and they all have different styles

Yours just consists of skirts, dresses and more different colors

You are constantly putting ribbons and bows into Bills hair and forcing Tom, Gustav and Georg to participate

They have no choice

Bill and you are always helping each other with outfits

You were the one to force your friends to play dress up and have tea parties when you guys were kids

You're a very popular band member, for your style and not just because you're a Kaulitz kid

But just because of your style you're not gonna be treated differently

You're gonna be treated like you're a guy sort of with your friends and brothers

You grew up tough because of them

Your style is just polar opposites lmao

But they're more sorta protective of you

Like when they see you flirting or with a guy or girl they're like

"(Name)?! No! You can't- you can't do that!"

Y'know that video of the two brothers freaking out and washing their sisters hand because she held hands with a boy?

That's your brothers, Gustav and Georg all at once

Literally putting you on their shoulder and kidnapping you when that happened

You are also put in Tom and Bills style a lot just to mix things up because you forced them into your style a handful of times

You need to force Tom but Bill just takes it

He's your best friend

You're always teased for being the youngest

But you got away with a lot of shit in their and your parents books so it always worked out

All of them would deny if you ever had a partner

You're not treated like a little kid or like you're piece of glass

You're treated normal, just a bit more spoiled

They don't stand for people saying shit about any of you guys but especially you

They don't like when people comment on your personality or gjose comments about pick-me or just because you're the girl of the band

Sometimes your brothers baby you to tease and make fun of you but it's harmless banter with siblings and Gustav and Georg

Sometimes they'll get you something they think you'll like

But most of the time you're treated how they treat each other

But don't worry, you get your way a lot

[bimoonphases]

@wolfstarmicrofic March 14 – prompt 14: Polyjuice Potion – word count 700

Polyjuice Potion - Temporarily transforms the drinker into another person

Remus looked up from his book as Sirius and James stumbled in from the portrait hole. It wasn’t unusual for those two to disappear somewhere together, but the fact that Sirius’s shirt and trousers were baggier than what he usually wore and, conversely, James’s were very tight was.

“Did you two finally shag and put each other’s clothes back on by mistake?” Lily piped up from the carpet where Peter was absolutely destroying her at chess.

“You wish, Evans,” Sirius said.

“Admit it, you can’t take your eyes off me like this,” James added, pirouetting to show the way his trousers were clinging to his skin.

Remus frowned. Something wasn’t right.

“There’s something weird about you two,” Mary voiced his thoughts from the armchair where she was braiding Marlene’s hair. “I mean, weirder than usual.”

James winked while Sirius passed a hand through his hair and suddenly it clicked.

“No!” Peter exclaimed, apparently having come to Remus’s same conclusion.

He got up and walked over to their friends, looking at them closely.

“You didn’t!” he stepped back, eyes wide.

“Did what, exactly?” Marlene asked.

“These two went and drank Polyjuice Potion!” Peter said. “How did you do it?”

“Slughorn’s personal stash,” James and Sirius chorused.

“Wait, so you,” Mary pointed at James, “are really Sirius?”

“Correct,” ‘James’ bowed.

“And you are actually James?” Lily pointed at Sirius.

“You know it, Evans,” ‘Sirius’ smiled.

Remus got up from the couch, eyes fixed on his friends. And then it clicked again.

“For how long will it last?” he asked.

“No clue,” ‘James’ smirked.

“We might be back to ourselves by tomorrow, or we might not,” ‘Sirius’ shrugged.

“But why did-“ Remus started before pinching the bridge of his nose. “No, you know what? Don’t tell me. I’m going to bed. Pete, you coming?”

It didn’t take long for the other two to follow them into the dorm, but it was enough. Peter closed his curtains with a yawn and Remus settled in bed as he peeked at ‘Sirius’ flop down on James’s bed while ‘James’ climbed into Sirius’s before turning the lights out with a flick of his wand. Remus waited a couple of minutes then he got up and tiptoed to Sirius’s bed, silently parting the curtains.

“Pads?” he called softly.

“Moony?” James’s voice hesitated.

“Why?”

Remus settled on the mattress, searching for Sirius’s hand and ending up taking one of James’s calloused hands in his.

“It was fun?”

“If you say so. But it’s weird for me, talking to you and hearing James’s voice instead…” Remus reached up and let his fingers wander on the other’s mouth, ignoring the strangled sound which came from it. He got closer. “Or feeling James’s lips…”

The kiss lasted a couple of seconds before three things happened all at once. ‘James’ jolted back from Remus with so much force he fell of the bed.

“PRONGS, DON’T YOU DARE KISS MY BOYFRIEND!” came from James’s bed.

“LUMOS MAXIMA!” Peter shouted from his.

Remus blinked against the light, taking in James sprawled on the floor, Sirius wide-eyed by James’s bed and Peter, wand in hand, smirking from his.

“You really thought you could play us?” Peter said. “Make your two best friends believe you had swapped bodies?”

“It was worth a try,” James grumbled.

“Not so sure,” Sirius said, eyes fixed on Remus.

“Boyfriend, eh?” Remus smiled.

“I mean…” Sirius blushed. “If you’d like?”

Remus shook his head, laughing.

“I’d love to, you idiot.”

Sirius crossed the room and jumped on the bed, kissing Remus fiercely.

“Fucking finally,” Remus heard Peter say.

“You knew?!” James exclaimed.

“Of course I knew, Prongs, I’ve got eyes.”

Remus laughed again in Sirius’s kiss and they let go of each other, both smiling.

“Well, I learned two new things today, then,” James said, getting up from the floor.

“One is Pads and Moony because you’re oblivious, but what’s the other one?” Peter asked.

James looked at Remus and immediately looked away, blushing.

“Apparently, I’m not straight,” he said.

“Prongs, what the hell?” Sirius groaned as Remus and Peter burst out laughing.

“And that’s what you get for playing your friends for fools,” Remus smirked, pecking his boyfriend on the cheek.

[meloyellow236]

Manhwa AU Playdate Mini Fic

Yuri swung her feet back and forth, looking at the white Mary Jane shoes she had been forced into by her mother. She pouted, looking at the much older woman fretting with the flower vase in their parlor.

“Moooom!” She cried, her hands clutching the lacey ruffles of the sage dress she had on. “I don’t wanna sit down and talk. I wanna go plaaaay! With my friiieeeends!” They whined as Yue shook her head,

“Dear, you’re meeting the Grand Duke’s only child. You couldn’t possibly make her do anything that she doesn’t want, ah…” She moved over to her daughter and clutched her hands in hers, kneeling next to the couch. “This is very important, okay? Lady Yuu is a very powerful young lady, and you must make sure she’s happy at all times. I’m sorry that you have to sit still for so long, but we’ve been practicing this, remember? If you need to fidget…” She asked, smiling as her daughter pouted.

“I just pick up a teacup, I know…” She said, “But what if they want to go play?”

“Then you can go play. Just remember that-” She was cut off by a knock on the door. Quickly straightening, Yue looked over to the door. “Come in.” She called, to which the Grand Duke Crewel and his daughter came in, followed by another child with mostly white hair. She quickly curtsied, to which Yuri copied. “A pleasure to see you, Your Grace.”

He gave a short bow in reply, responding “The pleasure is all mine. It’s nice to finally meet you, Lady Yue, and to see your daughter again.” He beckoned Yuu forth, Yu following behind her, as Yue went to stand near Crewel. Yuu was holding a big book of what seemed to be fables, which she placed down on the table.

“Allow me to give you a tour of the gardens, Your Grace. The children seem to already have a good idea of what they wish to do.” She said, to which Crewel nodded, leaving with her. Meanwhile, Yuri looked at the other two girls. They both sat on the couch across from her, a table of snacks and tea between them.

“I brought this book to read.” Yuu proclaimed, to which Yu nodded in return, giving a smile as a greeting. Yuri nodded too, but then lit up.

“Can we act them out? Like a play?” Yuu narrowed her eyes,

“What do you mean?”

“Well, you read the story, and then Yu and I act out what the characters are doing! It’s more fun with more people, but we can just use my dolls. Oh, and costumes!” Yuu brought out the book, flipping through the chapters. Yu then spoke up,

“I think that sounds like fun.” Yuu, seeming to consider the opinion of her friend, nodded.

“Very well. We shall act out a fairytale.” They said, flipping back to the chapters. “Which one do you want to do? The Ghost Bride, Tropical Turbulence, The White Rabbit Fest?”

“Tsumderland!” Yuri called out, to which Yu nodded, and Yuu looked up at her.

“Okay! We’re going to need costumes, and we need to pick what characters we’re going to be!” She said, putting her hands on her hips. “Let me think… Oh, I know! Yu, you should be…”

——————————————————————————

“Your grounds are quite lovely, Lady Yue,” Crewel said as they walked back towards the room the pair had left the children in. “It has been nice to talk to you as well, but I believe I must get my daughter and go now.” She nodded, opening the door.

“Of course, You Grace. They should be right in here-” She was interrupted by the Grand Duke’s daughter, running up to her father. She was once sitting beside them with a book on the floor and a notepad on her lap, the other two crowded next to her. Yu wore a silky pink gown with a pearl bracelet attempting to be balanced on her head in place of a crown, while Yuri was sporting a gray dress and a likely stolen wooden training sword. Yuu looked up at her father, a serious look in her eyes.

“Papa, we need better costumes!” She said, quickly standing. She rushed over, handing him the notebook. “We have a princess dress, but no tiara! And a knight in a noble lady’s dress; He needs armor, papa! And don’t even get me started on our first play, no one had any ears for the little lion-tsum or horns for the dragon-tsum! It was a disaster, Papa, a disaster!” She cried, sounding more frustrated at the lack of attention to detail than actually sad. He opened the notebook, looking through the list of costumes needed and the notes of sizes that she knew for her friends.

Crewel took a deep breath, “Why don’t you work on refining these designs, and then I can make them? I’ll explain more about how to in the carriage.” He responded, patting her head. “Why don’t you and Yu go get changed back into your clothes for now, and then we’ll take her home?” He asked, to which she nodded. Yu came over, holding two dresses.

“I’ve got them here.” Yuri came behind her and grabbed her shoulders,

“Come on, I’ll show you where you can go change again!” She said laughing, Yuu following close behind them. Yue sighed, as Crewel nodded.

“Truly, these children will be the death of me…”

-Fin-

Basically this fic:

Yuri: I want to perform a play.

Yu+Yuu: That sounds fun.

Yuu, an hour later: This has been a fashion and costuming disaster. My father will hear about this.

This is based on an actual game I used to play with my sisters where we wrote and acted out a “movie” named “Max’s Love”. It was made entirely in our bedrooms and my parent's bathroom for some reason, with nothing but iMovie. It’s since been lost to whoever's phone we made this on being replaced, but I think we made a sequel and had plans for a trilogy. I remember that we had the youngest of us dress up as a boy and play the love interest, and we decided our best “boy clothes” was a shirt with a giant rooster on it. While none of us realized it then, looking back on it was a wonderful bit of irony.

I might end up jumping around with the ages of characters for a bit after this just because writing them as kids is fun but would probably get repetitive after this, but I’ve been hyper-fixating on this AU for a bit now so I doubt I’ll move on for a little while. Yu will probably end up here most of the time because both Yuri and Yuu have very brash personalities as kids, and getting a slightly quieter/calmer kid to be there helps me keep the plot together and not end up with a page worth of children pointlessly arguing. Also, I just like Yu and I want to write about her.

Credits to @twstfanblog for Yuu and thus AU, and @st4rz666 for Yu. As always, leave a comment or ask if you have any questions or anything to add :) (Please leave an ask or question I’m so bored and I want to explain things)

[ikeromantic]

Nanny Belle and the Midnight Princes pt2

Nanny Belle does her best to keep her favorite little princes entertained, while welcoming the kids from Jade, Benitoite, and Obsidian too. Diplomatic crises, chaos, and cuteness everywhere! Approx. 2800 words

“Can I help you?” Nanny Belle put herself between the dangerous looking Obsidianite and the princes, wondering how he got past the nursery guards. She didn’t know who he was or what he wanted, but she wasn’t letting just anyone stroll in.

“I need to check the room. Out of the way.” 

“I’m afraid I can’t let you past. You aren’t on the guest list.” Belle stood her ground, trying to see behind him so she could signal a guard. 

The man’s hand brushed his hip as if he was used to carrying a weapon. “Move, or -”

“Don’t be such a bully. The Rhodolitian princes aren’t going to murder me. I’m in less danger here than home.” A small, pale boy stepped past the man, and surveyed the room. His eye lit on Chevalier and a smile spread across his lips. “There you are.”

“Not you again,” Chev groaned. 

Nanny Belle knew who he must be. The younger Obsidian prince, Gilbert. He wore an eyepatch, and carried a small, worn plush bunny rabbit. “Prince Gilbert. Be welcome.”

The little boy’s one uncovered eye scanned her as if she were a page in a picture book. It felt as if he peeled back her polite smile and proper manners, to see right inside her to the real person underneath. It was unnerving. “Thanks! I’m gonna go play with my best friend.”

Behind her, she heard Chevalier sigh. “That’s wonderful.” Belle wasn’t sure what kind of play Gilbert meant. Chev didn’t like children’s games, but she hoped whatever he wanted to do, the two of them would have fun. It would be good to have someone that could pull the quiet blonde prince from his shell.

Prince Gilbert plopped himself down beside Chevalier and pulled out a book of his own. “Have you read this one?” 

Belle didn’t get to hear Chevalier’s reply as the Obsidian serving man took her attention again.

“I will be here, by the door. Watching.” The man’s grim voice felt out of place in the brightly decorated room, with the laughter of children as counterpoint. “Should anything happen -”

“Walter, leave the nanny alone.” Prince Gilbert’s voice was anything but childlike as he addressed his servant, one bright scarlet eye fixing the man from across the room. 

Walter, the servant, bowed low and gave Nanny Belle a nod. Then he stepped to the side, just in time for Clavis to come barrelling through the door with a young girl in close pursuit. 

“Stop right there! Stop! Someone stop him!” The little girl skidded to a halt just past the doorway as Clavis tucked himself behind Nanny Belle’s skirt. 

“Princess Mirielle, why are you chasing Prince Clavis?” Nanny Belle knew who the girl was the moment she opened her mouth. The slight Jadean accent combined with her fine clothes and imperious manner left just the one option.

“I can answer that.” Sariel followed a little ways behind the girl. He had another child with him. A small boy, about Luke’s age, with the Jadean royal look about him. Golden eyes and light, olive toned hair. He had some bright colored goo around his mouth, as if he’d tried to eat a particularly vibrant crayon.

Princess Mirielle stomped her foot. “That - that monster tried to poison my baby brother!”

Sariel’s lips curved up in a tiny smile before he caught them and forced his expression back to one of severe neutrality. “Prince Clavis, is this correct?”

Clavis, hanging tightly to Belle’s skirt, peeked around her to look at the councillor. “No! I just made him a snack. But the cookies we found were boring, so - so I added some stuff. But it’s not poisonous!”

“And what did you add to make the cookies . . . not boring?” Sariel’s left brow rose a fraction.

“Umm . . . some rhubarb custard because it was such a nice color pink, and a dollop of caviar, and a pickled herring! I was going to put a strawberry on top but I couldn’t find any.” Clavis smiled brightly, clearly proud of his efforts. “It was the most funnest thing I ever tasted!”

Nanny Belle kept a sigh on the inside. “I see. Thank you for telling us Prince Clavis. But next time you want to share a special snack with a new friend, you need to check with me, ok? Prince Tio might not like the same foods you do, or he might be allergic.”

Mirielle stomped her little foot again. “It was disgusting! I demand he be punished!”

Sariel didn’t miss a beat. “You have my word that there will be consequences, princess. I will see to it myself. But for tonight, please let bygones be bygones.”

She looked as if she might argue, but Prince Keith stepped in, a gentle smile on his face. “Come on, sis. Tio is just fine. Right, Tio?” He ruffled his brother’s hair affectionately. 

Prince Tio laughed and hugged his big brother. “Yep!” 

Mirielle relented, though she still gave Clavis a suspicious glare as she walked past him to the toy chest in the corner. 

Belle shared a look with Sariel. This was going to be a challenging evening. She was intensely glad for the servants helping out through the room, but it was up to her to keep all these little royal kidlings entertained until the party ended. 

“You’re doing wonderfully,” Sariel mouthed silently, his gaze warm. Aloud he said, “I trust you have it from here. I will be back later to check in.” He gave her a slight bow, and hurried out, back to his duties.

Nanny Belle turned to take in the scattered children. Leon was still on the balcony, looking wistfully toward the ballroom. The lights and music from the celebration carried all the way across the palace grounds. Luke was sitting and munching happily on a honey roll, while Gilbert chattered to Chevalier in the corner. 

Prince Keith was showing his siblings the telescope on the balcony under the suspicious gaze of Licht. Nokto was smiling at Princess Mirielle, while Yves played quietly with a set of toy soldiers at a table. Jin was drawing in his sketch pad, glancing up occasionally to check on his brothers. And Clavis - where was Clavis? He’d been right behind her.

Just as Belle was about to panic over a lost prince, one of the guards came in with the missing boy tucked under his arm. “My lady, this one was trying to follow Sariel out. Where should I set him down?”

“On the bench there, where I can see him.” Nanny Belle gave the prince a sharp look. “Prince Clavis, you know you are meant to stay here at our party.”

He gave a heavy sigh, shoulders falling. “I just wanted to go help Sariel. He said he’s real busy tonight.”

Belle could tell he was genuine in his desire, even though Clavis’ help often made more work than it ever resolved. Still . . . “I see. Well . . . would you be willing to help me tonight instead? I’m quite overwhelmed with all these foreign dignitaries here.”

Clavis studied her with his bright gold gaze, then grinned broadly. “I will be the best helper ever!”

“Wonderful.” Nanny Belle ruffled his hair. “Since nearly everyone is here, I think we should play a fun game. Would you help me set up a place for duck-duck-goose?”

“Yes!” Clavis clapped his hands together. “I’ll get some cushions!” 

Belle watched him race off to get started. She intended to keep a close eye on him, but just then one of the maids brought Rio in from his nap. The little blonde moppet looked every part a little prince, in a blue velvet onesie with an adorable light blue sash and fancy cufflinks. 

Rio smiled when he saw the nanny and held out his arms to her. 

“Aren’t you just a cutie?” Nanny Belle took him from the maid, listening as she gave a quick update on him. She thanked the maid and then turned back to check on Clavis. The cushions were all laid out and ready for duck-duck-goose. She didn’t see anything obviously suspicious about them either, but went to check anyway. 

Clavis hurried to her, stepping right in front of the arranged cushions. “Did I do a good job, Nanny?”

“It looks great.” She eyed the little prince, trying not to look suspicious. “Why don’t you let everyone know it’s time to play a game, hm?”

“Yes!” Clavis raced off, shouting at the top of his lungs, “Time for duck-duck-goose!”

Belle leaned down and lifted one of the cushions, checking it for the usual. Itching powder, sticky jam, dye . . . it seemed completely clear. She set it down, mildly surprised. “Alright. I guess he really did just set these out like I asked. Hm.” She put Rio down on the one she checked as the other kids came over. 

“I heard you the first time,” Jin sighed, as he came strolling over. 

“Yeah. First time,” Luke echoed, putting a little, sticky fist on his hip. 

Prince Keith came over, with Mirielle and Tio in tow. Mirielle went for the fanciest cushion on the floor. It was light green, with delicate lace stitched across the cover in a floral pattern. The moment she sat down, a loud toot sounded from beneath her. 

Mirielle jumped up, her cheeks stained bright red. “That wasn’t me!”

Keith was looking at her with raised eyebrows, unsure how to react, while Tio giggled. Jin was struggling to keep his expression neutral, but Luke wasn’t old enough to understand and he was laughing too.

Belle didn’t need to guess what happened. She could see Clavis’ grin from across the room. She hurried over and knelt down to pull a leather sack from under the pillow. It was supposed to be used as a bed warmer, with hot water, but someone had filled it with air and left the valve open just enough to make noise when it was squeezed. “Ah! I was looking for that. I am so sorry Princess Mirielle. I don’t know how it found its way under your pillow.”

The princess crossed her arms. She clearly wanted more, but was struggling with her emotions. 

Keith came to her rescue. He grabbed the bed warmer from Belle’s hand and stuck it under his pillow, then sat down hard to expel the last of the air from it in a loud, obnoxious honk. This set Tio to laughing even harder, and even the other princes cracked a smile. “Oh! Now I’ve done it too!”

Mirielle looked at him, and then at the other princes. She seemed to consider whether or not she should stay angry, then sighed and sat down carefully. “Fine. But I don’t forgive whoever did that.”

“Yes. Whoever that might be,” Chevalier commented from his reading spot. 

“Aren’t you going to come play,” Leon asked.

“Absolutely not. I have no interest in such a ridiculous game.” Chev looked back down at his book.

Gilbert stood up from beside him. “I’d like to play.” 

At this, his servant Walter took a step forward. “I can’t allow that. This game -”

“Can’t allow?” Gilbert’s red gaze fixed on his servant. Some silent struggle continued between the two of them. Nothing was said, just a long, intense look. 

Walter’s face went red, staining him from eartip to eartip. He bowed his head, looking down. 

Gilbert said nothing for several tense moments, then sat again. “I’d rather read with Chevalier anyway. I’m too old for duck-duck-goose.”

His servant didn’t respond, but his posture evinced a deep relief. 

Belle wasn’t sure what was going on between them, or why it should matter if the little Obsidian prince played the game or not. Despite Gilbert’s dismissive tone, she had a feeling he really did want to play and decided she would find a game for him tonight, one way or another.

Once everyone but Chevalier and Gilbert were seated in the circle, Jin agreed to be the first goose. He stalked around the other children, a big smile on his face. “Duck . . . duck . . . duck . . .” When he got to Emidio, he tapped him and shouted, “GOOSE!”

Emidio leapt up and chased him around the circle, just a hair too slow to catch the first prince before Jin slid into his seat. “I almost had you!”

“Almost,” Jin agreed.”

Yves snorted. “Almost doesn’t count in duck-duck-goose.”

“Almost doesn’t count in anything,” Nokto added.

“Let’s all be kind while we play our games, hm?” Belle intervened before the boys could get out of hand. 

It was clear that Emidio’s pride was stung, but there was nothing to do for it now. Belle watched as he made his way around the circle, tapping each person. “Duck. Duck. Duck.” When he got to Rio, he poked a little harder than necessary and shouted “Goose!”

Poor Rio, barely old enough to understand the game, struggled to his feet. He rubbed the back of his head, lower lip trembling. Just as Belle was about to step in, he lurched after Emidio. Of course, he had no chance to catch the older boy. Emidio plopped down in Rio’s spot a moment later, leaving the toddler to continue the game.

Belle wasn’t sure if he quite understood, but Rio surprised her with a gap-toothed grin. Then he started his own walk around. “Du-du-duh-”

“Duck, ya moron,” Silvio snapped. “D-u-c-k. Duck. Why’re we letting this idiot pup play anyway?”

Rio slapped the back of Silvio’s head and shouted, “Goose!” Then ran pell-mell around the circle, practically falling into Silvio’s spot as the Benitiotian prince reacted with surprise. 

It was the first time Belle ever saw Rio do something . . . mean. He’d been careful tapping the other kids, but the slap to Silvio’s head was definitely not accidental. She couldn’t exactly blame him though. Silvio was quite rude. 

“That - snot nosed little - I demand he be punished! Ya can’t just slap a prince!” Silvio’s voice was shrill and his jewelry jangled as he gesticulated at the toddler who now sat smugly in his spot in the circle. 

Belle curtsied. “I’m sorry, Prince Silvio, on behalf of Rio. He’s still growing and isn’t always very coordinated.”

Silvio looked like he might say more, but all the other royalty were looking at him. After a moment, he deflated, grumbling under his breath. Then he started around the circle. 

Nanny Belle was a little worried he would try to revenge himself on Rio, but instead he tagged Leon, who gamely went for Keith. Keith grinned when he was declared goose.

“I’m not very good at these kinds of games, but let’s see . . .” Keith went around the circle twice, pretending to ignore his little brother who obviously wanted to be tagged next. When he ‘goosed’ Tio, the little prince leapt up with a happy grin and chased his older brother around the circle, just a hair too slow to catch him even though it was clear that Keith wasn’t really trying to escape. 

Tio giggled when Keith plopped down in his spot. “Oh no! Now I get . . . umm . . .” Tio’s eyes went wide as he realized his predicament. He could pick his sister, Luke, Licht, or Nokto. Mirielle arched an expectant brow, but Tio went around her with a quiet ‘duck’, and passed Licht and Nokto as well. He got to Luke and the two little ones exchanged a wide, expectant grin. “Goots!” 

Luke wobbled to his feet and the two of them chased each other around the room, running wide of the circle on their chubby toddler feet. 

“Hey! That’s not fair! That’s cheating!” Emidio glared at the two little ones. 

Licht sighed and shook his head. “It’s not cheating unless it gives an advantage. They just aren’t playing the game right.”

Belle shooed the two back toward the circle, but their flight around the room effectively ended the game. Thankfully, it was dark enough outside to guide them out to the balcony, where they could take turns on the telescope. 

Even Chevalier and Gilbert joined the group for this event, excited to get to see the stars through the refractory lenses. Nanny Belle watched them with a cautious eye, making sure everyone got a turn, adjusting the telescope as needed while the stars marched across the velvet black sky. 

The party in the ballroom was still going strong. Music echoed from the open windows, and the sound of laughter. Belle was glad she didn’t need to attend such events. The bickering nobles and the moody king held no allure for her. She knew it wouldn’t be long before Jin and Chevalier would be required to attend. And where Chevalier went, Clavis would follow.

Clavis. 

Her eyes darted around the balcony. He wasn’t waiting to look through the telescope. When had he . . . then she remembered. Just as everyone else sat down to play, where he’d positioned the pillows well away from the door, Clavis had slipped away.

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

From the start.

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader

Summary: Austin was excited to go to the Oscars and possibly win a reward still a part of him felt saddened by Lisa Marie's absence, sure Kaia there helped but when he saw you, it was like an angel sent by Lisa found him and he promises himself he wouldn't let you slip away, and he doesn't care who he has to hurt to get you.

Warnings: mention of Lisa Marie's death, Kidnapping, Friends to lovers? Housewife kink, Toy Dildo, Vaginal Plug, Creampies, Fingering, Oral (Fem & Male), Dirty talk, Double penetration, Stockholm syndrome, Infidelity, Starvation, Knife kink, Yandere/Dark Austin, Forced Marriage, Pillow talk, Mention of murder, Filming, Spiked drink.

A/n: this was requested by @presleybbg and her beautiful ideas.

All that Austin could remember was how much pain he was in, he felt like it was too soon to pretend everything was fine like he wasn't mourning. Lisa was like a second mother to him and like his real mother, she was gone too soon. He was getting ready for the Oscars, fixing his bow tie in the mirror and running his fingers through his hair "You sure you don't want me to come?" Kaia spoke up after watching him for a second, her voice filled with a little worried "I have to do this alone." he replied, "I got to go, see you soon." He kisses his girlfriend before leaving, he wanted to just get this over with.

After running the red carpet, he began the search for his seat. He sighed, walking around the small area where his seat would be but he was starting to think the person who told him where it was supposed to be was simply right, 'great' he groaned about to make his way back when a voice stopped.

He looked over his shoulder and his heart skipped a beat or two.

A woman waved eagerly to him with a smile "Over here!" she called and Austin follow her voice like a lost puppy "T-Thank you" he stuttered as he now stood in front of her "Your welcome." you smiled and walked past him just a little before he stopped you "let me thank you more? How bout some coffee or something?" he asked, pulling his hands in his pockets, trying to seem put together though everything wasn't, you looked him up and down, it wouldn't be bad right? And to be honest, it would be cool to have a rising new star as a friend "Okay, I'd like that Mr. Butler." you answered reaching your hand out for his phone "Here let me put my number in." Almost without absolute hesitation, he gave you his phone and you typed your number into his contacts "I'll see you around" you smiled "Good luck!" you called before disappearing into the crowd. All feelings of warmth are gone with you and the coldness that was there before returning, Austin still had a smile on, one that looked so real, he wasn't an amazing actor for nothing after all, the night proved to be long and fruitless. Sure Austin was happy for his fellow actor, but the only good thing that happened was he met his true soulmate, he eat with his girlfriend and her family that night, texting you under the table if you wanted to meet up tomorrow, smile growing bigger once you said yes.

Shortly after that coffee 'date' you and Austin became friends fast, dodging paparazzi like the Matrix, tonight you were gonna visit one of your favorite nightclubs, you weren't much of a party girl but it was fun to let loose, and besides Austin has been quite busy, he deserved a break. You decided on a thigh-length dress, the top of the dress was off-shoulder and a sequin silver, the skirt was a plain black, almost leather-looking material and you paired it off with sliver-colored heels with red bottoms, you did some light makeup and went in your way. The club bosted music, flashing lights, and grinding, sweaty bodies took up the space, your eyes searched for Austin, once your glaze glanced at the bar, there he was, shooting down what seems to be whisky, he leaned against said bar, he a green almost see through blouse that was unbuttoned down to the third button showing off his firm chest and a little of his torso, the shirt tucked in black jeans addressed his slim waist, rings and a sliver chain jeweled his body, to finish his look was dark green leather boots that looked more black in the light of the darkroom. As you checked out the handsome man, your tongue licked your lips without realizing it, and thoughts of how he would sound moaning, telling how good your lips felt around his cock stopped as his eyes looked up and met yours with a smile. He waved you over and turned to the bartender, holding two fingers to him before he looked back at you.

"Precious." he greeted, when you finally reached him, his raspy, deep voice granted your ears, and heat built up in your core from his little nickname for you. "Hey Aus, how are you this night?" you asked and sat on the stool beside him, grabbing the shot the bartender put in front of you, Austin looked away from your question before looking back at you with a sad haze, a frown on his enticing lips "Kaia and i..broke up." your eyes widen, you thought things were going good between the two "I'm sorry to hear that.." your heart ached for him "It's fine." he downed the shot of whisky, watching the people dancing showing off his capturing side profile. You didn't know if the alcohol in your system give you so much courage but you gently moved his head and kissed his plump lips, he didn't hesitate to lick your lips for access to your mouth, you did, and his tongue explored your mouth, battling your tongue with fervor. You pulled away and gripped his hand, rushing to the lady's restroom where you resumed the heated make out, your hands fumbled to unbuckle his belt, and once you slid it out of the hoops of his jeans, you hooked your fingers into his pants and underwear before dropping to your knees bring them down with you. His cock bounced against his stomach, it stood proud, long, and thick, the slit wept pre-cum so much it dripped on the tiles of the clean-smelling restroom, your lips engulfed his head, tongue swirling around the slit, tasting the not-so-bitter salt of his pre-come causing a delicious inhale from the man above, your month took inch upon inch until his member rested in your throat, your eyelashes flatter as you look into his blue orbs through them "Fucking damn!" he growled, his hands took hold of your head, he begins to thrust in and out of your throat, using it as his cocksleeve, fucking it like he would your slopping wet cunt, drool poured out your mouth, covering the base of his dick and his balls "Dirty girl, making such a mess on my cock." he grunted, your already wet underwear dripped your slick.

"Gonna cum, and you're gonna swallow isn't that right?" his voice deepened and looked down at you with a smirk. You nodded, moaning around his dick, body squirming in want and excitement, he cursed, head thrown back, his thrust quickened and with a deep groan, pushing his whole member back down your throat, pumping load after load, forcing you to swallow everything, You pulled back, breath heavy, and your saliva smeared across your chin "Let's get you cleaned up." Austin spoke softly as he helped you up, your knees shook for a bit before regaining their previous strength, he cleaned you up and bought you back to the party. Austin held onto your stumbling self to the door of your apartment, your keys already in his hand inserting them into the door knob but to his bewildered, the door shot open, and a man with 2000 hair, a band T-shirt, jeans, and a grey beanie. "Hey, you're Austin Bulter! I didn't believe my baby guess I was wrong, here let me help." the man's voice sounded like a teenager's voice but he was obviously 20 years old but was simply stuck in the 2000 style, "I'm Nathan by the way" 'Nathen' smiled and took you from Austin's arms, and lead you to the couch, Austin's nose wrinkled from the strong smell of weed on Nathen's breath and the room. Who was this man? Was he your boyfriend? This lame ass- bitch- ugly looking piece of shit was your boyfriend? No. No. He couldn't be. Austin held back a snarl as Nathen leaned down and kissed you this would do. Austin said a quick goodbye and derived home with white knuckles, he broke up with Kaia for you, and he didn't regret it of course, he spend the rest of the night thinking of what to do, getting no sleep. It was a few days when came up with a plan, it was wrong but he needed you, and you belonged to him you just don't know it yet, Austin slides into the open window, clad in black from head to toe, a backpack over his left shoulder, he looked back to the windows, oh precious girl didn't you know how dangerous that is? But don't worry it will change, he take good care of you and keep you safe.

Austin kneed down on your side of the bed you and your dick of a boyfriend slept in, he took a needle out of a safe plastic small bag, a fast-sleeping drug filled the glass medical needle, he gently pricked the side of your neck and pushed the drug into your veins.

"What the fuck!" Nathan screeched Austin simply looked at him with a smirk that spoke of danger.

Austin grunted as he carried you to his car, lay in his back seat, and then sat in the driver's seat he sighed, glancing at your sleeping form, he didn't want to get rid of your poor excuse ex-boyfriend, oh well it no use to get upset about spill blood. It took two-three months and a lot of patience, for you to fall for him, and five weeks to get you to trust him, he kept you well-fed, of course eating the food and drinking the water to show that it was okay, untampered with, after that was smooth sailing. Austin walked through the door of the house he shared with his love, the smell of clean products flowing around the enclosed air, leaving his shoes on the shoe rack, he followed the scent into the kitchen, and his cock stirred to life as he leaned against the kitchen's open door frame, you were simply wiping the stove down with an apron on, still lustful desires flow within him, just by you doing wife like duties, he had already made you his wife, with a friend's help you were married on a certificate, yet to have a wedding, he'll make that happen when the time was right. You had yelled and screamed at him once he revealed that certain knowledge to you, now though you were happy to be his wife. His fetching blue orbs stayed on your form like a man stoned by one of Medusa's glances, quietly he set the bag he brought on the island and walked behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist, his white Tank top from his recent photo shoot against your back "Why, Hello there precious." Austin smiled untieing your apron," I missed you." you spoke softly, turning around in his arms and allowing him to completely take off your favorite apron "I missed you too." he gently pecked your lips "I bought something we can have fun with, wouldn't you like that?" he said backing away and showcase the black plastic bag that read Spencer's on the front, you looked from the bag to your husband, if your core wasn't burning a scorching desire it was now, Austin's eyes were like a raging storm out in the open ocean with want, a mischievous smirk tugged at his lip, a hard bulge strained against its jeaned cage, you felt your cheeks grow heated as you nodded eye trained on the black baggie. Austin turned around and laid the items on the wooden island, "Come here baby." he called you over, stepping aside.

Your breath stopped, there sat a dildo that was roughly the size of your husband's length in the colors of glittery pastel blue, pink, and green with a pattern of tie-dye, beside it was a vaginal Plug the base color was black and was covered in royal purple paint splashes, the end was jeweled with amethyst and lastly, lube. Your pussy clenched around nothing thoughts of just what Austin could have in mind made your underwear soaked. "Undress precious. Slowly" Austin ordered, voice deeper with wanton dominance, resting his forearm on the wooden surface, your heart beat faster and you shredded each piece of clothing, pants, panties, shirt, and then bra all while trailing your hands on your body, the last article of your clothes dropped to the floor, and your lips locked together, his fingers squeezed your throat, enough to make you breathless and his rings cooled your feverish skin, your tongues swirled and licked crudely, the burning sensation lack of air pulled you both away, you look at each other, lidded eyes and panting. Austin took this time to truly appreciate your body "So goddamn beautiful." he breathed, helping you onto the kitchen countertop behind you, his lips latched on your neck as two of his fingers enters and pumps into your cunt roughly, his thumb rubbing at your clit with vulgar, a loud moan punched out of you as he began to scissor your pussy, stretching you open.

The edge of absolute paradise was ripped away, and you whimpered looking to Austin with betrayal "Patience." he chuckled, grabbing the lube and the over the top of the dildo "Open." he rested the rubber cockhead on your lips, slowly you part your lips and the toy, slides into your wet, hot maw, the rubber tasted like artificial strawberry, your eyes flattered close, the weight of the dildo was alike to your husband. You bobbed and sucked on it like it was, muffed moans and sounds of Austin's fingers fucking your weeping cunny "You like this baby? Sucking on a fake dick while I bring you to heaven and back?" Austin spoke in a trance as he watched you blow the toy like his first blowjob from you, you nodded sucking harder, your hips buck and your legs shook as your climax busted out. Austin gently pulled the colorful toy out then poured a generous amount of lube on it and his own "Ready?" he asked as he moved you to the cold tiled floor "I'm ready." you assured breathlessly, he rushed to push his jean, underwear completely and ripped his tank top off throwing somewhere to be picked up, you tried to relax as the toy dick was slowly pushed in, and Austin thrusted a back arching thrust, every inch of him was inside, his balls rest on the curve of your ass. The stretch was a sting burn, once your tense body relaxed, pangs of blissed-out pleasure shot throughout your body, and you felt so full! "Go." you smile as you saw the conflict on his face, "Yess." he hissed as he plowed into your cunt, each thrust forced the toy to box against your cervix, his balls wet from the lube and your juices, a wet smacking noise mixed with your loud moans, whines and Austins grunts, moans, and growls.

Your body jerked up, causing Austin's cock and the fake dick to come out little by little, Austin growled in frustration and slide you back to him, throwing your legs over his shoulders and holding down your thighs, resting them on his torso. He resumed pounding, your eyes rolled back, it was all too much the fast strokes of your husband's member up against the roof of your pussy while the dildo mini-strokes the bottom, his cum heavy balls spanking your ass no doubt leaving bruises from his hard treatment. Your legs began to shake, your back arching off the floor and your pussy gushing out your release Austin followed a little later, both of you gasped and panted for air, bodies covered in sweat, exhaustion heavy in the bones, you were on the edge of passing out when both lengths was pulled out, your eyes shot open and a whimper left your pouting lips "Sensitive." you muttered "I know precious, I just got to put this in you and I'll run us a bath." Austin chuckled as he gently put the plug in "Gonna need a wheelchair." you replied, his laugh was all you heard before you submitted to unconsciousness.

A week has passed since Austin had gone to another state to film, this was the first time he's been away for so long. The life before you had met him stuck in your mind like a core memory, being able to just go out to shop for simple things like grocery shopping and necessities, go to the park, and eat out, to feel the wind around you and the sun on your skin without asking for permission and being denied. You loved him, truly but the want, the desire become too much, and he would be gone for another week, so you packed a bag and some money and wrote a last goodbye note before escaping into the night. You couldn't go back home, despite the kidnapped you it would break your heart if he was arrested so you moved to another state away from California, far away. You got back on your feet, tried and failed to date no matter who you were with they weren't Austin, there was one time a man, a nice man fucked into you, he felt good but not like him, it didn't help that in the middle you moaned Austin's name, loudly. You decided that you were gonna go to a club, and you sat watching the crowd have the time of their life while the bartender made your order drink, your heart sped up for a second a split second you thought you saw Austin but when you glanced back he was gone, you shake your head and took a gulp of your drink before rushing to the restroom. You were listing your mind, he couldn't have found you this quick! It's only been three weeks, your classed the marble sink and looked up in the mirror, suddenly everything looked blurry and your head felt light, the last thing you heard was ladies' restroom door opening and footsteps then it went black.

You groaned as you came too, your head still felt fuzzy but not too much "Wakey, wakey precious." A familiar voice taunted venom laced, your eyes quickly opened "Austin." you muttered softly, Austin looked as good as he always had, though the closer you looked at him, he slightly had bags under his eyes, likely from searching for you "You know I thought everything was okay, I was happy, you were happy—well seemed to be." he hissed, his cold blues glared at you "I loved you. Did you even love me?" he asked, he started strong but at the end, his voice weakened "Of course I do!!" you reassured frantically, what have you done? "IF YOU DID YOU WOULDN'T HAVE RUN AWAY!!!" he screamed angrily, causing you to flinch, Austin sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, he got up and looked at you one last time before going. For two days you have been in the basement, without food or water, and yet you come to hate him, you missed more not that he was so close, you want to be in his arms, why did you leave? You had everything you could want, you perked out as you heard footsteps not before long Austin stood in front of you "Get up." he ordered, and you quickly obeyed "Fellow me." you followed him with your head down, was he gonna throw you? Was he done with you? Your heart ached at these thoughts, once you stepped out of the basement, the mouth-watering smell of food entered your nose "Go eat, I get you new clothes and run you a bath." he spoke, and in no time, you sat in down in the dining room and scarfed all the dish, drink all the water, you smiled, stomach full "it's ready" Austin said after finishing what he said he would do.

The warm water relaxed your tense muscles and the feeling of being completely clean, made you sigh with blissfulness, the clothes smell like roses and were soft against your skin, you were happy, and things almost seemed back to normal, almost.

Austin sat up against the backboard of the queen-sized mattress, his eyes boring into you, his phone and a knife on his bedside table "Strip and come here precious." he commanded, grabbing his phone, looking for something on it, you striped and hesitantly crawled on the bed stopping in front of him, slick already producing between your folds from the sheer dominance that radiant off your husband. He got off the bed and laid the phone beside the kitchen blade, he unbuckled his black belt, pushing his black jeans past his knees "Here's what's gonna happen, you are going to take what I give you and you're gonna like it, understand?" he pushed you to lay on the spot he was previously occupied, spread your legs and got in between them, his heavy member rest against your lips and clit "Answer." "Yes. I understand." Austin let out a pleased hum before grabbing his phone again and sliding right home inside of you, the stretch burned in the right way "Say hi to the camera." your eyes widen as his phone camera record your face and then shooting where you were one, he began to pound into you without remorse, his pubic bone smacked into your poor clit, the camera zoomed in recording, your cunt clenching hard on his cock almost slowing him down, growls and sexy huffs leave Austin no doubt enjoy your pussy, he fucked you as he missed it, the phone was suddenly was throw it to the side before grabbing the knife and held it to your neck, each jolt from his thrusting threatened to cut you, the feeling of the fear and danger of having such a dangerous woman that could hurt possibly end you filled you with excitement like a drug "Dose this turn my little wife on?" Austin chuckled darkly, moving the knife to your cheek, cutting a small line, a sharp hiss left you "Y-yes, so much!" you admitted, bucking your hips against his hips, Austin muttered a soft fuck and plowed you into the bed, pushing you both to the edge of pure paradise and bliss. You screamed as Austin stabbed the knife in the pillow beside your head, forcing an intense climax, Austin groaned as he pumped his cum into your weeping pussy.

"You. Are. Mine. Next, you try to leave I won't so nice." Austin pulled out of you and slammed the door on his way out, leaving you to your thoughts, his cum leaking out and the knife standing straight in the pillow. You sighed and closed your eyes, it would take some time for him to forgive you but you loved him, you need to show him that.

You sat up and walked through the door, planning on what would be done.

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[skymoral]

Liu Kang x B!F Reader

FIRST DATE (Pt. 1)

Link: Pt 1 | Pt 2

Summary: Y/N with was able to snag an opportunity of dating Liu Kang, thanks to your friend Johnny bringing him around. You just hope that you aren’t to rusty

Tags: fluff/romance, friendship, happy/sad, first time, fun, black air-force energy, black girl magic, and comedy(supposedly)

A/N: I may or may not make two parts to this, as this may be longer just for you lovelies 🥰

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After defeating Shang Tsung, Earthrealm was once again at piece with its champion and protectors.

Now Y/N was not in that department or category. No you were just a normal black woman, working as a hairstylist at hair shop.

You only knew about this, because one of the customers were the champion. Johnny Cage himself, who requested you to style him up personally. Because it was said around Hollywood that you were skillful with women and men hair.

You took him in and he loved it, and you all became friends ever sense. With the constant offer of Johnny asking you to be hired as his personal hairstylist. Which you declined respectfully.

You enjoy working at the shop with your girlfriends and doing things for smaller clients.

Which he understood, but you both still stayed in contact as y’all had good laughs and enjoyed each other company. Despite him being your continue client.

Although you didn’t know that your world would slightly change.

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You came to work like any other day. Your girl Jamika pre-opened the shop to get things together, along with your other friend Tonya. Who was cleaning the space.

Ya’ll do this every morning when opening before the other workers prepare.

Your phone buzz and you grabbed it from the counter and noticed you had got a text from your boi Johnny. Saying he was coming today, and bringing some friends. You texted back that it was fine.

“Girl who just texted you? Was it Johnny stanky booty ass again?” Tonya came behind you, smirking. Y/N quickly closed her phone.

“No your cousin Thomas.” You smiled walking away from her to grab your products.

“Bitch stop fucking playing with me… you would think the nigga had a crush on you, the way Johnny be texting you.” Tonya sat down, which quickly ended.

“Tonya I know damn well yo ass ain’t sitting down. You have this whole otherside to do babe.” Jamika came out in her uniform and apron, Jamika was the owner of “Cuts n Styles”. Along with her boyfriend Darius.

Jamika went to turn on the open sign and unlock the door, “You need to tap that and get laid ASAP.” Your two friends laughed smacking each others hands.

“AMEN to that sis.” Tonya shouted as she was finishing cleaning.

“Eww…No, you guys are gross. First he’s just a friend, and secondly life doesn’t revolve around me needing to get laid and meeting a man.” You explained as you put on the apron.

More of the workers started coming in, pre uniform on.

“Yeah aight, keep telling yourself that. You haven’t went on a date. Sense that lil boi cheated on you 2 years ago.” Tonya said sitting at her chair.

“Can we not.” You didn’t want to talk about that, Tonya raised her hands in defense dropping the conversation.

You all heard the bell move at the door, alarming them of a customer. As always you mainly greeted customers.

“Hi welcome to Cuts n Styles! How ma-“

“Heyyy Y/N!” Johnny announced himself to you cutting you off.

You both approached each other with a hug, Johnny picking you up and spinning you around.

He put you down and noticed a few guys behind you. One mainly catching your eye. “And these must be your friends?”

“Ooh yeah right! I was telling them how good you are with hair. So they wanted to meet you!”

“Yeah after he bragged so much about you. We had to meet this famous Y/N for ourselves. My name Kenshin.” Kenshin bowed to you.

You smiled and nodded, “Y/N of course… hehe hello.”

“This is Raiden, Kung Lao, and Liu Kang.” Johnny introduced them, they bowed to you. Kung Lao shook your hand.

“I’m not sure if you could like do something to cut down my hair a bit. It’s grown quite a bit.” Kung Lao took off his hat.

“Hmm, that is something Sugar, I don’t really work in that specific field.” You told him.

“I can take you right here my man.” Your boy Malcolm offered his services, which Kung Lao happily accepted.

“Don’t worry, he’s really good.” You confirmed to him, “Now were any of you getting anything done, that’s not getting like haircut kinda fades and whatnot?” You asked, looking at them. Then focused your attention back on Liu Kang.

Who caught it as soon as you looked, he gave you a kind smile. You got flustered a bit, having butterflies in your stomach. Quickly looking away.

“Actually yeah, Liu Kang needs his Princess locs trimmed and a touch up from yours truly, as well.” Johnny told you.

“I am alright Johnny Cage, I do not need it. I would hate to bother this lovely lady into doing my hair.” Liu Kang spoke up.

“Nonsense honey, it’s our job. That’s how we make a living, I can take y-“

“WAIT!” You interrupted Jamika, a little too loudly.

“Hehe, sorry. Can I speak to you really quick. It’ll only be a moment Mr. Liu Kang.” You smirked nervously.

“Just Liu Kang is fine.” He smiled at you.

You quickly dragged Jamika and Johnny away to the backrooms.

“Girl what is up with you today?” Jamika asked frustrated.

“Is something wrong?” Johnny added.

“N-N-Noo… N-Not really… Look I was just thinking maybe… Jamika you can take Johnny and… ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ᴸⁱᵘ ᴷᵃⁿᵍ” You whispered the last part quietly, almost in audible. But Jamika caught it and noticed how you acting fucking weird and shy all of a sudden. Which was not you, then it hit her like a rock.

“OMFG! Girl you like that Liu Kang nigga OUT THERE!?” Jamika gave you the biggest grin ever. Johnny looking at you in amazement, waiting for you to clarify.

“W-Well no… maybe… yeah… BUT I just saw him, he looks cute you know… and built.”

“Well I am too probably better.” Johnny praised himself. Jamika rolled her eyes.

“BOI! It ain’t always about you!” Jamika shoved Johnny’s head.

“Can you guys just do me this favor please.” You pleaded. They both looked at each other, then nodded.

“Don’t worry we gotchu girl!”

“Just don’t say SHIT to Tonya. You know how that little loose lip girl is.” You looked at them seriously.

“Mhmm yeah yeah, whatever girl. Let’s go cagey boy.”

.·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·..·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·.

Y’all left out the backrooms and you told Liu Kang you’ll take him Jamika will take Johnny. As you were showing him to your chair. You listened in on Malcolm talking with Kung Lao, Raiden was next to them as well.

Clearly Malcolm expressing his love for Martial arts, freezing from doing the hair showing off what he thought were moves.

You just smiled shaking your head at him, you sat Liu Kang in your chair. You asked him he can remove his head wear, which he happily obliged.

Rubbing your fingers in his hair, more so to ruffle through to see what you’re working with. His hair was soft but corse, feels like it hasn’t been properly conditioned.

“So how long has it been sense you had your hair done?” You asked nicely.

“It has… been a minute, is something the matter Ms. Y/N”

“Just Y/N is fine Liu Kang. And no, I just like to know my clients hair and if they prepped before hand. Don’t worry sweetheart, you are in good hands. I’m a give you the special hair wash and conditioning treatment.” You told him excitedly.

You brought him to the hair wash station, and begun getting to work on washing and messaging his hair. Which you could tell he was loving, with his eyes closed and satisfied sounds.

You were really feeling yourself, for actually doing good for the god of fire. As Johnny told you what he was. Even though this is your first time meeting him, Johnny already told you about all his friends. With him telling his story, and Liu Kang was the main one that intrigued you the most.

Because baby the description was nothing like seeing him in person. He was sexy, seemed kind, had a body like a king, fought like one, and the main thing. He’s a damn god of fire and more.

You brought him back to your chair after cleaning his hair. You felt a stare on you, and you turned with Tonya looking at you with wide eyes and mouth a gaped with her own client in the chair.

Y/N quickly glared at the source, which was Johnny and Jamika who quickly turned away acting as if they were busy.

“So did you enjoy your first hair spa.” You chuckled, drying his hair with a towel and plugging the air dryer.

“Very much so, it was quite relaxing. As Johnny has told me you do have the magic hands.”

“Told ya.” Johnny interjected,

“Would you hold your head down!” Jamika pushed his head.

You blushed at the compliment from the god of timelines himself. Felt like the ultimate praise itself.

You blowed dried his hair, after it was fully dry. You were about to cut it, “So how short would you like it hun?”

“Just right there is fine.” Liu Kang tapped his shoulder.

“Alright.” You began trimming the dead hair and split ends. So it doesn’t damage his hair

“Sooooo, um… Liu Kang… D-Do you have a girlfriend?”

“Damn already!” Tonya and Jamika chimed in unison.

“Shutup! Hehe I’m sorry… N-Not like that, well yeah… I was just trying to start a conversation… I’m sorry nvm… You just seem like the guy to have cute thing on the side… not saying you aren’t cute… You’re hot actually, I mean-“

You saw Jamika, swiping her hand across her neck shaking her head to stop talking. Johnny cracking up in her chair.

“I’m a just stop talking now.” You hung your head embarrassed focusing on his hair.

“Damn Y/N, remind me to not get dating help from you.”

Fredrick the other brother barber in the shop said out loud. Working on a head. Your friends began laughing. You were fuming at this point, you felt so embarrassed.

Liu Kang chuckled slightly but not at you, “It’s alright I understood what you meant. No I am not dating anyone and I appreciate the compliment. You are very beautiful yourself.”

That made you slightly freeze, getting ‘Ooohs’ from everyone in the shop. Liu Kang wasn’t easily fazed as you were by other people’s antics. Being friends with Johnny helps you to survive and tolerate it.

Tonya goofy ass being extra as always, over what he said. Y/N hates how she does the most, and it only gets worse.

“Thank you.” You said shyly, as you continued his hair. You finished and gave Liu Kang a mirror to see it.

He looked at it, and was happy how it turned out and thanked you. He asked you how much it cost and you told him that it was on the house.

“That is very kind of you Y/N but I couldn’t. You have given me a wonderful service, I do not want to just take it for free.” Liu Kang was not going to take your generosity and not give anything in return.

“Well… If you really want to show your appreciation. How about you treat me to a meal, that’s my final offer.” Y/N smirked at him, and she could’ve sworn she had butterflies in her stomach. Because that goddamn smile of his was killing her.

“Are you asking me out Y/N?” Liu Kang asked Y/N he appreciates her boldness.

“Well that depends Liu Kang, will you accept the offer?”

“Of Course.”

“Then yes I am asking you out.” You finally spoke up openly. You can hear your girls screaming and cheering you on.

“I am busy this week.” Liu Kang informed you.

“Then how about next week on Saturday, I’m off that day. 5 o clock, I know this good Chinese restaurant. It’s super popular.” You suggested smiling.

“That can be arranged. Thank you again Y/N, I must head back. It was an honor meeting you all.”

“Right back at you daddy!” As soon as Tonya said that. Jamika threw a wig brush at her. Gaining an ‘Ouch’ from Tonya holding her head.

“What the hell is wrong with you! Close yo mouth, and Thank You for stopping by Liu Kang. You and your friends are welcome back any time.”

Everyone was telling them bye, “Ayy it was nice talking to you dogg. I would love it, if y’all can give me a few pointers. Teach me some stuff ya know?”

“Of course, we’re always open for those who want to learn. We will stay in touch.” Kung Lao told him. They clapped hands, Malcolm pulling him into a bro hug.

“No doubt, no doubt. Have a blessed day bro.”

Kung Lao thanked him again for fixing him up nicely. Before they left you called out to Liu Kang asking him how are you supposed to contact him.

“Just tell Johnny.”

With that they were gone, it was a moment of silence before one old client spoke waiting in the chair.

“So ain’t nobody gonna say anything about the nigga with the glowing eyes?”

“Really!? I thought those were just contacts.” Tonya looked shocked.

“You is one slow ass child, I tell you the truth.” Fredrick shaking his head.

You felt like a weight has been lifted off your chest and you slumped in your chair. But now you were very much excited about your upcoming date.

“Gone head girl, get you some of that Kung Pao Chicken.” Jamika snapped her fingers three times. You rolled your eyes, you turned around and looked at yourself in the mirror.

You saw your new growth coming through and need your locs retwist and styled.

“Jamika could you touch up my hair for next week.”

Jamika nodded, and you were hoping this date goes well and praying it does. It felt like God was giving you another chance at romance.

A/N: So it’s going to be a two part story, but I had so much fun writing this. And hope you ladies still enjoyed it.

I’m already in the process of completing Part 2 of this story. If in any case you really liked this story and want it continued into like a head-cannon thing beyond two parts with a reappearance of her friends and more. You can always request, just hit me up through DM’s ☺️

Or if I get a lot of love on this, but all in all it was fun hehe.

[lovelycupid47]

Enchanted | Kim Namjoon One-shot

a/n: Second one fan fic. This is based on the song Enchanted by Taylor Swift. Hope you enjoy it!

pairing: Prince!Namjoon x Princess! Female Y/N

warning: A**hole men, no hate towards any idols involved, disapproving parents, and cheesy lines.

"There I was again tonight

Forcing laughter, faking smiles

Same old tired, lonely placeShifting eyes and vacancy"

You were yet again at another ball that your parents forced you to attend. You are the heir of the Busan kingdom, and currently, your parents are looking for a prince for you to marry. You were excited. You were going to find the love of your life and live happily ever after, however, you didn’t think that every prince you met was a complete asshole.

Prince Seokjin was nonstop complimenting himself and even commented that I should watch my figure. Prince Jungkook asked if he was allowed to have many other princesses to sleep with. Lastly, Prince Yongbok was judging you on how you talk with other men, then he would have you follow him everywhere which just annoyed you to the bone. Every man you tried dating was nowhere near the guy you dreamed of. The constant change meant attending more balls to find the suitor. It was fun in the beginning, but now it was becoming more tedious and forced. It was the same thing over and over. Smile, curtsey, introduce yourself and your status, and try to listen to the prince bragging themselves. Everything was just the same thing as usual until someone captivating caught your attention. 

"Your eyes whispered, “Have we met?”

Across the room, your silhouette

Starts to make its way to me"

A tall man in a royal blue pristine suit approached you. He was smiling so beautifully with his tan milky skin and adorable dimples that were protruding out, his hair was chocolatey brown and swept to the side, no strand misplaced, “Hello, my name is Kim Namjoon. Prince of Ilsan.” He bowed down with his left arm behind his back while his right arm was around his waist. 

“Pleasant to meet you, Prince Kim. My name is Park Y/N. Princess of Busan.” You curtsied. You were so distracted by his sparkling eyes that was gazing at you and only you.

“If you don’t mind, may I have this dance?” He extended his hand towards you and you gladly accepted it. Your hands were so small compared to his and noticed how smooth and warm his hands were. You both walked toward the middle of the dance floor. There were a couple of people there, but it felt like it was just you and him at that moment.

“So why is Princess Park doing here by herself?” He gently puts his right arm around your waist and holds your left hand while you put your right hand on his shoulder. You had a more clear view of his gorgeous face where you noticed a mole below his lips that you found adorable.

“Well if you must know Prince Kim, I’m looking for a potential suitor and I’m not alone. My parents are talking with fellow friends. What about you?” 

“I’m here just for the fun of it. Parents are trying to save their reputation, so going to parties and showing face is the only way.” He seemed like he was forced to me here too.

“That is really a bummer.” You pouted.

“Not really. If I wasn’t forced to be here, I wouldn’t be able to lay my eyes on the most gorgeous lady in the room. Especially a lady who has delicate features that can resemble a bunny, sparkling eyes that can hold the world in them, and glossy pink lips that are hard to resist to kiss.” He looked directly into your eyes and made you gasp. You felt your stomach flutter and your heartbeat fast. This was the only time a prince actually complimented you so intimately. It left you feeling giggly. You shyly smiled and looked down at your dress. 

“Well aren’t you being bold Prince Kim-”

“Call me Namjoon.” You looked up and saw him smiling with dimples and his eyes glittering in the lights. 

“Namjoon… Then call me Y/N.”

“Y/N. A beautiful name for something you want to love.” At this point, you haven’t paid attention to anything surrounding you because you are so captivated by the handsome man in your arms.

"The playful conversation startsCounter all your quick remarksLike passing notes in secrecyAnd it was enchanting to meet you"

Through the whole night, you and Namjoon talked through the whole ball. You both found interest in reading novels, loved being in nature, and wrote poems in your free time. He is quite poetic and always any way to compliment you using quotes from his poems. The night was so wonderful that you didn’t want it to end. You both ended up outside in the garden, admiring the stars that shone on both of you. It was such a magical night that nothing could ruin it.

“Y/N, where are you?” You can hear your mother calling you from inside. You looked back at Namjoon and grabbed his hand. 

“Come inside, I can introduce my parents to you. They would love you, I know it.” You tried dragging him inside but he was pulling away. “Y/N, I don’t think they would like to see me.” He was standing away from you while looking away. 

“Of course they would. They are the ones that have been wanting to find my suitor and now I have you and they would be delighted.” You tried persuading but it seems like he doesn’t believe it.

“It’s not that, its the fact-”

“Y/N! There you are. Your father and I have been looking for you.” You saw your parents walking towards you and you excitedly dragged Namjoon towards them.

“Father, Mother. I finally found a suitor that I wanted to marry. This is Prince Kim Namjoon of the Ilsan Kingdom.” 

“It is a pleasure to meet you your majesties.” Namjoon bowed in front of your parents and you saw the shift of expression from your parents that didn’t sit right with you

“Prince of Ilsan, you say?” Your father questioned with narrowed eyes.

“Y-yes sir.” You can tell that this is not going to be good.

“The Ilsan Kingdom that is slowly going down and losing their citizens?” Your father advanced close to Namjoon and you started feeling scared.

“Yes sir, but we are slowly gaining back our population and with me in charge, we are changing for good.” Namjoon was sweating really bad and he knew where this conversation is going. He has been in this situation many times and sometimes it does bring some humiliation to him, but he tries to be confident. 

“Yeah, I don’t believe that. That is the same thing your father said to me when he was becoming king.” your mother spoke up. This made Namjoon tensed up because he knew that was true. The Ilsan kingdom has been in shambles for decades and it seems like nothing was working. That is the reason why he is here. To gain some connection, but he got distracted by the beauty beside him. 

“I understand ma’am, but I can guarantee that this time everything will change.” Both of your parents didn’t say anything which worried you even more.

“Mother, Father, I was wondering if it would be okay that Namjoon becomes my suitor. I really like him and believe he can become an excellent king in the future. He is bold, strong, and intelligent. He has every good quality to become a king and a husband.” You tried bragging hoping that if you smoothed them over, they would be less tense with him.

“Daughter, you want him to be your husband. You must be joking.” Your mother insulted you, which you didn’t take kindly.

“Yes, I do.” You stood your ground and didn’t stand down from your mother’s stare.

“We don’t approve.” Your father declared. You never thought your heart could break from hearing those words.

“But I want to-”

“It is not about what you want, daughter. It is about what is good for the kingdom. You marrying him would not only tarnish our image but also our kingdom. It would be in shambles just like theirs.” Your father argued, “You are not to marry this failure of a prince. Do you understand me?” You were speechless but didn’t want to comply. “DO. YOU. UNDERSTAND?” He yelled. You sadly nodded.

“Good. Say your goodbyes, and meet us at the front.” That was the last thing your mother said before she and your father left to go back inside. 

You and Namjoon stood in silence. Neither wanted to leave the other. Wanted to grasp onto any little time you guys had left.

“Y/N, can you promise something?” He blurted while grabbing both of your hands into his. 

“Of course anything.” You stared deeply into his eyes. You actually think that this man could be the love of your life. You enjoyed your time with him more than anything in the world.

“I know that I may not be the best suitor because your parents don't approve, but please wait for me. I would come back for you and ask for your hand in marriage once I handle my kingdom.” You can tell that his eyes were glossing over, this was hurting him as much as it was hurting for you. You don’t want to let him go. He was the only man that has shown any genuine interest and felt a deep connection.

“I’m pretty sure if I can persuade them, they would love you as much as I do. It’s okay Namjoon, we can figure it out. Please stay with me.” You were close to tears at this point. You don't want to let go to the only man that you can love.

"It's okay, everything will be okay. This was the very first page. Not where the storyline ends of me and you." He pressed his forehead against yours and it felt like it was just you and him. 

"My thoughts will echo your name until I see you again." Tears started to cascade down your cheeks.

"Please don't be in love with someone else, while I'm gone. It was enchanting to meet you." 

That was the last thing he said to you before you never saw him again.

[reigningqueenofwords]

I Promise

Pairing: Bruce x Reader Word count: 2,361

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Part 10 of Without Me

You’d cut your Disney plans off the menu completely, and were packed up that night to head home. Your mother begged you to stay, but you just wanted to get somewhere quiet. 

Bruce was just as quiet as you were and only spoke to your brother when he was crying. “You got my phone number now, buddy. You can call or text whenever okay?” He crouched to hug him. “And maybe before school starts we can all go do something fun. We aren’t that far.” 

Your brother sniffled. “Okay.” He agreed sadly. “I’m sorry about your friend.” 

He gave him a smile. “Thanks.” He ruffled his hair. “He would have liked you.” He sighed. “See you around, buddy.”

He waved and went to hug you, squishing his face into you. You leaned down to kiss the top of his head. “I’ll see you soon.” You promised him.

“Love you.” He said sadly before running off to stand with your parents. He held on to your mom, her hand on his back. 

“We’ll come visit before the next school year.” You promised. 

They nodded. “Please text me when you get home.” our mom said. “Drive safe.” Now she would be worried more than usual about you.

“I promise.” You nodded before following Bruce out. . Your hand never left his as you made your way to the car. He got in the car with you once things were packed, and drove off silently. You watched out the window, amazed at how fast things in life could change.

Bruce reached over to hold your hand. “I’m glad we can be here for each other.” He knew that he couldn’t have gone through this alone. 

“Me too. I’d be more of a mess right now.” You sniffled. “It’s Kyle. I mean, he’s been one of our closest friends for years.”

Bruce nodded. “I can’t even wrap my head around it.” He choked up. “I texted him just last night!” He sighed. “He was graduating soon!” He cried. "Now…"

You blinked back more tears. “He had so much ahead of him.” You agreed. "He planned to take a year off to travel."

Bruce had to pull off into a fast food place parking lot, pulling you to him so he could properly cry. Death wasn't something he had much experience with, and now it was hitting him with someone who was like a brother.

You rubbed his back as you cried together, thankful you could be there. Knowing you had a funeral to attend was looming over you.

Bruce watched your get ready the following morning and stood to help you put on your black cardigan. Neither of you had said much that morning, as there were no words to say You helped him fix his tie before you both walked out. Your hand found his, needing the comfort. “We’ll get through this.” He said gently, getting in the car. “I’m sorry you’re meeting under these circumstances, but this is Alfred.” He introduced him. “Alfred, this is Y/N.” 

“Lovely to meet you.” Alfred bowed his head. “I am sorry for your loss, Miss.”

“Thank you. It’s so nice to meet you.” You gave him a weak smile. At least now you had a face with a name. 

He smiled and carefully drove off. “Mr. Wayne chose me as your driver today under the circumstances.” He explained. “After how Mr. Erickson passed.”

You nodded. “Thank you. I have full confidence in you.” You complimented him.

“Thank you, Miss.” He smiled. 

Bruce kissed your cheek gently, rubbing your leg. You cuddled against him, sniffling. He pulled out the tissues he brought and handed you one. You took it with a sad smile, letting the silence wash over you.

Bruce was by your side the entire ceremony and held you when you sobbed. He kissed your temple towards the end before the two of you went to see his parents. You hugged his mother tightly as he hugged his father. You didn’t say you were sorry, because that felt so forced. You hugged her a little tighter instead. “I think I have some pictures on my computer of Kyle that never got posted. Do you want me to e-mail them to you?” You offered.

“Oh, that would be so lovely.” His mother sniffled. “Thank you. And thank you for being his friend.” She kissed your cheek. “Both of you. When he first mentioned being friends with Bruce Wayne, I was worried.” She admitted, glancing at Bruce. “But, he spoke highly of you. I hope you know that.” 

“He helped me be a better guy, so I’m honored.” He told her. “You raised a great guy.” He assured them. “And, if you guys ever need anything , you can call me.” He told them. “I can literally get you anything.” He didn’t want them to ever worry after this.

“Thank you.” She hugged him. “I’ll let you know.” She said softly. 

Once back at your house, the pair of you were in your comfortable clothes, holding each other. You were staring at the tv though nothing was on. How did you move on from this? From being faced with the reality that one day you’d bury someone else you loved. 

“Let’s elope.” Bruce blurted out.

You looked up at him. “What?” You blinked, wondering if your mind wasn’t messing with you. 

He looked at you. “Let’s elope.” He repeated. “Kyle wasn’t even 24, and he’s gone.” He went on sadly. “I could lose you in some freak accident at any time. You could lose me. I don’t want to die without being your husband.” 

You searched his eyes before nodding. “Let’s do it.” You agreed with his reasoning. You were nervous as all hell, but excited as well.

“First thing tomorrow or right now?” He cupped your cheek. 

Blushing, you bit your lip. “Want to fly out to Vegas, enjoy today, and do it tomorrow?”

He nodded. “Sounds perfect.” He kissed you softly. “I love you.”

“And I love you. So much.” You rubbed his chest. “I love our life.” You leaned into him again. “By this time tomorrow, I’ll be a Wayne.”

“I can’t wait. You’re my soulmate.” He sighed. “Never believed in that until you.” 

Just an hour after deciding to elope, the pair of you boarded his family plane and flew to Vegas. You had never been, and found yourself in constant awe over the beauty of the lights. It was nearing dinner when you stopped him. “Can...can we get me a nice dress?”

He beamed. “Yes, baby. Any kind you want.” He promised. “I know the best tailors here.” He told you. “What kind were you thinking?”

“Something with an open back. I want to be a pretty bride for you.” You said shyly. “Nothing too fancy.” You made a face. 

He chuckled and kissed your nose. “I have a place in mind.” He led you back the way you had come. 

You smiled as you eventually went into a store and gasped at how large it was. “This place is massive. Do they have a map?!”

“Better. They have a Juliet.” He grinned. “Is Ms. Juliet in the back?” He asked a worker. “My mom comes here for ball gowns.” He told you. “Flies here for her.”

You gasped at him. “Then it’s expensive.” You blushed. 

“Quality.” He assured you. “Ms. Juliet!” 

“Ah, Mr. Wayne.” A woman came out. “Time for a party?” She asked with a smile. “Your mother was in just last month!” 

“This is for a different woman in my life.” He motioned to you. “Meet my fiance, Y/N.” He told her. 

“Hello!” She beamed, going to kiss both your cheeks. “I am practically family. So welcome.” She greeted you. “When will you need your dress by?” 

“Tomorrow.” You and Bruce told her.

She playfully smacked Bruce upside the head. “This means I cannot make you one made for you.” She told you apologetically. “Tell me what you’d like.”

“Oh that’s fine!” You told her. “I’m just looking for something with an open back is all. Not overly fancy.” You shrugged. “I’m not a fancy person.”

She beamed. “I have a ‘not fancy’ section.” She promised before taking you away. “You. Go relax.” She shoo’d Bruce, making you chuckle.

He smirked and waved before going to sit comfortably. He couldn’t wait to see what dress you picked. Knowing Juliet she’d have you hide it in a dress bag until tomorrow. And he was okay with that. He thought to himself that maybe you could buy rings together. He would mention that when you left, hoping to do that before dinner.

It took only about an hour for Juliet to find you the perfect dress, the both of you coming out. You smiled as you held a concealed dress bag. "It's gorgeous." You told him.

“You make it gorgeous I’m sure.” He stood and smiled. “Thank you.” He gave Juliet a hug. “Just put it on the family tab.” He told her. “Put a nice sized tip on there for you, too. Oh, and are you guys set for dinner?”

She patted his chest. “Yes, dear, but thank you.” She smiled brightly at him. “I expect to see pictures!” 

“Of course.” Bruce beamed, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Night, Juliet.” He waved to her as he led you out. “So, how about we get this dress to the hotel...and go look at rings?”

You looked at him in excitement. “Rings?” You asked. 

“A wedding band for me, and a proper wedding band set for you. Move your promise ring to your other hand.” He smiled. 

You nodded. “I’d really love that.” You said honestly. “Can I have something engraved on yours from me?”

He nodded. “We can make that happen.” He kissed your head. “I’m so excited.” 

“You better sign a real name.” You teased him, thinking back to the random women who showed up at your apartment.

“But your my Bond girl.” He pouted. 

You giggled. “Wouldn’t you rather I be your wife?”

He nodded quickly. “Alright, you got me there.” He agreed. "Halloween, then?"

You grinned and nodded. “I have your suit in mind already.” You winked. 

“I’m pretty sure you already have it in your cart online.” He teased. When you blushed, he chuckled. “I knew it.”

“Just in case!” You defended. “It may sell out!”

“Well, you could always get it for our honeymoon.” He grinned. “Where would my bride to be like to go?” He asked as the pair of you walked. “Anywhere.” 

“Just as long as I have you, the scenery doesn’t matter.” You smiled up at him. “I just want to celebrate.” You kissed him softly. As much as you still hurt for the loss of your friend, you knew him. He would have wanted the pair of you to celebrate the lives you had. 

He kissed you tenderly. “I love you so much.” He pulled you into a hug, not caring that he was in the middle of a sidewalk.

You giggled and nuzzled to him. 

Lying in bed that night, he held you close. Neither of you were tired, but wanted to attempt to sleep for your big day tomorrow. He kept playing with your promise ring, excited for a new set to be there. You’d picked out something perfect for you, and as he didn’t see your dress, he didn’t see the engraving on his ring, either. It was going to be a perfect surprise. 

Closing his eyes, he eagerly awaited the next morning. He was surprised when he felt you shake him awake, not realizing he had fallen asleep so deeply. “I’m up. I’m up.” He mumbled, blinking his eyes open.

“I’m going to get ready.” You kissed his nose. “You have the other side of the suite to do yours.” You pointed to the little living room. “I’ll text you when I’m ready.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He sat up and gave you a proper kiss before getting out of bed. He moved quickly.

Once you finished your hair and makeup, you took a look in the mirror before texting him. “Ready?” 

“More than.” Came his instant reply. 

You slipped out of the bathroom, chewing on your lip.

He turned from where he was standing and beamed when he saw you. “Wow.” He said lovingly, tearing up. “You’re...wow.” He breathed, his heart pounding in his chest.

You smiled at him. “Don’t exaggerate.” You blushed. “You’re not bad yourself, handsome.” You held out your hand for him. “Now, take me to make me a Wayne.”

He kissed your knuckles. “Best day of my life.” He led you out. “Hopefully one day tied with when we have our first kid.”

You blushed. “I can’t believe we’re having this conversation. It’s nice.” You admitted. “Can we get a dog first, though?” You asked playfully.

“Maybe two.” He chuckled and helped you into the fancy Uber he ordered once you got to the ground floor. 

“I can’t wait.” You slid in happily. 

He beamed and held your hand tightly all the way. “Picture before we go in?” He asked once you got there. “Can’t get married and not have at least some pictures.”

“All the pictures then.” You smiled and posed for a selfie. “I’m sure we can find someone inside to take pictures of the ceremony.” You kissed his cheek gently, not wanting your lipstick to leave a mark. 

“The package I bought comes with pictures, a video, and more.” He said proudly. 

“So prepared. You make great husband material.” You smirked. "Let's get hitched, Mr. Wayne."

He grinned and tugged you inside happily. 

The first time he kissed you as his wife, he never wanted to stop. You smiled against him and giggled when he held your face in his hands. When he pulled away, you threw your head back and laughed at him covered in lipstick. “That’s perfect.” You grinned. "So your color.

He winked. “I’m going to have to get you that lip paint that stays forever.” He laughed, lacing his fingers with yours. "Let's go celebrate, Mrs. Wayne."

You beamed at him. “Let’s, husband.” You said happily. 

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

i humbly toss my crumbs unto thee pigeons characters featured: scaramouche, childe/tartaglia, dottore cws: dottore is mildly creepy but when isn't he tbh wc: 1,102

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Chapter Three

The past few months working with Lord Scaramouche have actually been really nice.

He doesn’t yell like you thought he would. He’s only threatened to kill you once and he sounded sort of half-hearted? There’s never blood on his clothes or a predatory grin on his face. He doesn’t stand uncomfortably close to you to “monitor your progress”.

You like your new routine. Every morning at eight o’ clock, you come in and sort through the dozens of letters on your own. At nine o’ clock, Scaramouche comes in and the two of you put together his agenda for the next several days.

At first, you’d read through pages and pages of formal requests only for him to toss them in the trash less than five seconds after you passed them to him. Now, you call out a name and wait for his signal to discard the documents.

Sure, he scowls at every other question you ask but once he answers them, he goes about his business like normal. In the silence, the shuffling of papers and the crackling of the fire would often create a soothing ambiance as you both worked diligently.

Today, though, that routine is broken.

The guards outside could be heard speaking, which is odd in itself. In a moment, a knock followed the brief conversation.

“Go see who it is,” the Harbinger instructs without looking up from the stack of papers on his desk.

You’ve barely cracked the door open when Tartaglia forces his way in.

“Good morning, ladies and gentlemen!” His energy is incredible for the hour. “I have come to personally deliver an invitation to a dinner party for the Fatui Harbingers to none other than the sixth Fatui Harbinger, Lord Scaramouche! The event will take place next weekend at 6pm in the Zapolyarny Palace dining room.”

Scaramouche perked up. “A dinner party? [Y/n] check my schedule.”

As you look for the date on your calendar, Childe asks Scaramouche if you’ll be his plus one.

The latter sneers. “Ha, what use would I have for a plus one? [Y/n], get this airhead out of here.”

You place a marker on the date on your calendar and walk over to Childe. “His lordship would appreciate your immediate departure. May I escort you out?”

“Why, yes, of course,” he chuckles. “You know, [Y/n], you can always be my plus one if ol’ Scarapoo won’t take you,” he finishes with a wink.

It’s hard not to laugh as Scaramouche berates Childe. Your superior looks to be ten seconds from chasing him out the door, but the redhead persists in pestering him. Though he would likely never admit it, you’re almost certain Lord Scaramouche is friends with his rambunctious colleague.

*****

“Don't look at anyone, don't talk to anyone, don't even bow your head at anyone,” Lord Scaramouche commanded. “You're just here to make a note of any important information.”

“Does that include you, sir?” you quipped back with a grin.

“Obviously not, you toad.”

Today is the day of the dinner. You're still in your uniform from earlier but you’ve styled your hair differently and shined your shoes. Even the notepad and pencil you brought were chosen to match your clothes, black with red accents.

Being the poverty-fearing wage slave you are, you heed your boss’s warning and do your best to avoid calling attention to yourself. No one really pays attention to you until you are greeted with a raucous shout.

“Hey, [Y/n]!” Childe yelled, waving excitedly. “What happened to being my plus one?”

You nearly responded but remembered that you weren’t supposed to speak. Instead, you turned and looked to Scaramouche for instruction.

“She’s here on official business,” he explained rather cordially before saying under his breath, “so don’t talk to her.”

Childe pouted before a mischievous grin made its way onto his face. “That’s okay, [Y/n], I’m sure Mouchie could use the fun.”

Once he left to mingle with the other harbingers, everyone went back to their own conversations and Scaramouche went to grab a drink. Apparently, they had his favorite sake.

Just as you were beginning to think you would be left in peace, you heard a deep, velvet voice behind you.

“So, this is why you ran off, [Y/n]?” Dottore prompted coyly. It was difficult to keep yourself from recoiling. “It’s been quite lonely in the laboratory… After all, I’ve only myself to talk to. Or rather, my selves.”

This time, you stayed quiet out of fear, not obedience.

“Oh, how silly of me,” he hummed in amusement. “My dear friend, Lord Scaramouche, forbade you to talk.

“Well, then.” He stepped in front of you and crouched to look at your face; you turned away from him. “I’ll do the talking.”

Just when you begin to feel tears pricking your eyes and your throat tightening, Scaramouche returns with his drink. He nods his head respectfully. “Was there something you needed to discuss with me, Dottore?”

The man smiled that smug smile of his. “No, no, not at all, Scaramouche. I was just telling our darling [Y/n] how exhausting it’s been working in the laboratory since she left.”

“I’ve found the new arrangement to be quite agreeable, even considering my own shortage in staff. If I recall correctly, I have one of the smallest forces under my command,” he remarked with all the uncertainty of a professional gambler. “Much smaller than yours, isn't that right, Dottore?”

The Doctor's face became a cloud of darkness and thunder, ominous as the end times. Within seconds, the faux cheeriness beneath his mask is extinguished and then revived. “You’ve seen right through me, Balladeer,” he chuckled. “I suppose it's the loss of [Y/n]’s company that has caused me the most bereavement.”

“That's tragic, Dottore, really,” Scaramouche said in a voice that almost sounded sympathetic. “I, too, have grown rather fond of her, so I can't imagine what losing her would do to me. I’ll just have to safeguard her from the other harbingers,” he continued to mock. “No hard feelings, right, Doctor?”

“Of course not, Balladeer,” the harbinger gritted through his teeth. “I can hardly fault you for something I would have done myself, had I thought it necessary.”

At this, Scaramouche beamed and jokingly told the other harbinger to back off. The Doctor finally leaves and you breathe a sigh of relief.

You open your mouth to speak, but Scaramouche beats you to it.

“Don’t thank me. That guy pisses me off.”

He starts moving in the direction of another harbinger and, as you follow him, you can’t help but smile and thank the Archons he’s your superior.

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[soccerwag]

𐌌𐌄𐌋𐌕𐌉𐌍Ᏽ Ꮤ𐌉𐌕𐋅 𐌙▫️𐌵

𝓢𝓾𝓶𝓶𝓪𝓻𝔂: when you take your niece to the carnival hoping to see her favorite football player Neymar there didn’t go as plan you take her to get ice cream to make her feel better and it made it 10x better.

WARNINGS: none just fluff

………………………………………

“Y/n!!!!” My niece yelled for me.

She has been at my house for a week now because her parents are out of town for a vacation. I don’t mind though, I loved my niece, she’s the cutest little girl.

“Sí rosalin?” I asked her.

I was excited for today. Rosalin’s favorite footballer is Neymar so for a week I’ve been looking into a carnival Neymar is seen at every year in hopes to see him when I take my niece. It would really light up her world if I could make that happen.

“What are we doing today. You said you had something fun planned for today.” She asked then explained while holding onto my leg.

“Well we are going to the carnival.” I told her with a huge smile. I didn’t want to tell her why because I wanted it to be a surprise.

“Really!? Is it the one Neymar goes to!” She said excitedly.

How is this girl so smart, I thought to myself.

“Yes it is, maybe we’ll see him there.” I said before grabbing her to take her to get ready.

I put rosalin in some leggings and a unicorn shirt. Rosalin is about the same age as Davi so if we do see them I feel like they’d bind well.

After I finished getting rosalin dressed I put her hair up in cute braided and tied bows at the end of them.

“Alright you ready?” I asked her with a smile.

“YES!” She said excitedly.

I picked her up off the counter and we grabbed a few things before leaving.

————————————————————————

We had walked around and road many rides for about 2 hours and still no sign of Neymar. I was starting to feel bad because rosalin was so excited and now she won’t get to see him.

“I’m sorry Rosalin, I really wanted to to meet him but he’s not here.” I said feeling disappointed and sad. Her sad face made me sad.

“How about we go get ice cream, that should cheer you up.” I said, forcing a smile.

I grabbed her hand and we left the carnival. We walked up the street to a close by ice cream shop and walked in. When we go inside I heard my niece scream.

I immediately got concerned.

“Omg what’s wrong? Did you hurt yourself?!” I asked panicked.

“LOOK!” She said pointing to a man.

Omg Neymar…I thought to myself.

My niece ran and hugged him. It took Neymar by surprise but when he saw it was a small girl he smiled and hugged rosalin back.

I was still slightly in shock so I was just standing there staring.

“You know if you want a hug too you could just ask beautiful.” Neymar said to me.

What the hell is going on, I thought to myself. He flashed me a smile and winked at me.

“Can you sign my shirt Neymar.” Rosalin asked him.

He looked down at her with a huge smile and nodded. He took out a marker from his bag and signed her shirt. All I could do was smile. I was happy to have been able to provide this exciting moment for her.

I saw Davi behind Neymar a little. He looked at me and I smiled and waved. He must be super shy. When rosalin noticed him she smiled and waved too. My heart clenched at the sight.

“Davi why don’t you get to know her, you guys could be friends.” Neymar suggested to his son while rubbing Davi’s head.

Davi had agreed and before I knew it Davi and rosalin went off to a little play area. That’s when Neymar started walking towards me.

“Is that your daughter?” He asked with curiosity and a smile.

“Oh no she’s my niece, her name is rosalin.” I answered with a smile.

“Oh, well she’s adorable.” Neymar said.

“Well thank you I’ll tell my brother he makes great kids.” I said before laughing.

He had laughed as well.

The sun was starting to set and me and Neymar had been flirting for about an hour. He would tell me how beautiful my eyes were and I complimented his style.

“Well gorgeous can I get your number, I’d love to plan a date with you.” He said with a smile handing me his phone.

“I guess I could but what’s the catch, you’re a celebrity and I’m a normal girl.” I said while putting my number in his phone.

“Nothing I just want to get to know you and see where it goes gorgeous.” He said before winking.

“Alright kids we have to go home!” I yell for davi and rosalin.

They came running to us while laughing.

“You guys look like you had a blast.” I said to them and they both nod.

I grab rosalins hand and start to leave.

“You guys have a great night.” I said smiling before leaving.

Once I got to my car and put rosalin in I got a message.

Unknown: hello gorgeous, tomorrow 7pm, we can drop rosalin off with Davi and my parents and then we can go to the carnival together.

Me: sounds like a plan hot stuff.

God I’m going to be melting with you

@oh-kurva

Here you go love 🫶🏼

[lou-struck]

Among The Violets: Part 3

Tamaki Amajiki x F Reader

Bridgerton! AU part 3

Warnings: The Patriarchy, corsets, talk of undergarments, large age gaps (mentioned), Physical abuse, mentions of Domestic abuse, forced marriages, manipulative bitches, Alcohol consumption, insecurity.Fake Dating AU!

~The Ton seems to be falling for your little ruse, but are they the only ones falling?

Word Count: 3.7k

My Dear Reader, 

One of the most overlooked positions in high society is that of the chaperone. 

A lady may be the embodiment of grace, beauty, and elegance, but without a respectable chaperone to lead the way, they could very well find themselves among the ranks of the spinsters.

When it comes to chaperones, Miss y/n has quite the advantage. The lively young Lord Togata easily could’ve been the man of the season, but he has chosen to help his fair cousin make quite the match of her own with his childhood friend.

The quiet Lord Amajiki accompanied the Lady at yesterday's picnic by the lake. While it is unclear what it is they discussed so secretly amongst eachother, but witnesses saw the Earl crack the most dashing of smiles in her presence. Before using his own tunic to shield his Lady once the sun was eaten away by the most untimely of storms.

Are there to be wedding bells in the future?

Always Yours

~ Lady Whistledown

Your place this morning's society paper on the side table with an almost giddy smile. Your little performance with the Earl is going over quite well. The Ton is starting to believe that the two of you are truly enamored with each other.

Your lips turn upwards into a smug smile. It’s almost as if you and the Earl are doing too good of a job. “Wedding Bells” you repeat, glancing down at the last line.

Just a month ago, the mention of any sort of nuptials would have had you rushing to the privy to empty the contents of your stomach.

“What does Whistledown have to say this morning?” Mirio chirps, placing his blonde head on your shoulder. You jolt upwards, hitting your head hard against his own.

“Owww,” you whine, rubbing the small bump already forming above your temple. “What the Bloody Hell do you think you’re doing Mirio?”

He chuckles deeply, ignoring the forming lump on his head. “Sorry about that y/n, you were just so enraptured with the gossip, I thought it’d be fun to tease you a bit.”

"When do you not tease me?" You sigh dramatically, sinking onto the velvet chaise.

"I would be a poor excuse for a cousin if I didn't," Mirio snickers and places his hand atop your head, ruffling your hair as you squeal and try to bat it away.

In all the excitement and squirming, you fall off the edge of the chaise and onto the floor with a soft thud. Mirio's laughter fills the room until the soft sound of knocking reaches your ears.

"Come in," you call, reaching out a foot and kicking your cousin hard in his left leg. It buckles slightly, and he grits his teeth in a wince, but he smooths out an invisible wrinkle on his dress vest, trying his best to look innocent.

"Mi-lord," Daisy says, poking her head into the drawing room, "Lord Amajiki is here to call on Miss Y/n. Shall I let him in?"

Mirio gives your maid a blindingly brilliant smile that has her knees wobbling beneath her long blue skirt. "There is no need, Daisy. I'll bring him in myself. Could you please put on some tea for our guest?"

"Of course, sir," she replies, dutifully bowing her head and leaving the room.

Mirio limps slightly out the door, no doubt still feeling the weight of your kick to his shin, before turning back to you with a smile. “The man of the hour has arrived, dear cousin. Do get off the floor.”

It’s unladylike but you stick your tongue out at him blowing a raspberry that echos throughout the now-empty drawing room. 

Tamaki really is playing his part well, coming to call, buying you flowers, and going on strolls. You’d like to think that if he were courting you for real, you would be just elated to have such an attentive suitor. 

Getting up from the floor, you pace about the room, wondering how exactly you should greet your gentleman caller. It’s then you glance at your slightly sullied reflection in the mirror.

How could you meet Tamaki looking like this?

You try to fix whatever hairs Mirio messed with earlier sighing when you think you look presentable enough to be worthy of semi-courting the Earl.

Your thoughts darken as they drift back to the day you received your first and only other caller.

~

It was no secret your parents were not a love match. Your mother pursued your father relentlessly, using his high regard for honor against him and trapping him into wedlock with a few tears and several rumors about an illicit affair.

You had been a product of their wedding night, the only night the two of them ever shared a bed. Once you were born, your mother chose to leave you with a wet nurse and move to a luxury townhouse far away from the both of you.

Instead of being heartbroken, your father celebrated the separation and chose to raise you as his sole heir, securing specialized documents from King All Might himself, and naming you, a woman, to be his successor.

It had been a week since your father's passing, and two days since his funeral. You swear you haven’t seen the sun since the day of his accident.

In your grief, you had hidden yourself away from the world. Confined to your room and weeping.

While you wept, however, your mother had already begun planning how she would spend the money left over from his estate. Parties, gowns, tours abroad.

The ideal life of a Wealthy Widow…

But there was still one problem, you.

People like your mother don’t back down from a challenge easily. As soon as the news of your father's will reached her ears, she made her way to you. Bringing along with her an ‘acquaintance’.

If your butler had not informed you who the woman downstairs was, you wouldn't have recognized your own Mother standing before you. 

“Y/n,” she called with a sickenly sweet tone. “Come down here. I have someone who is very interested in meeting you.”

Leaving your room for the first time in days, you make your way to the staircase. Each creak of the steps seems to scream at you to turn back, to run away. But in your state of grief and confusion, you come face to face with none other than your first caller.

Lord Paget is a horrid man of three and seventy. But he looks much older than that, with sickly skin and beady dark eyes that look like portals into the very depths of despair. They narrow into slits as he looks you over with a sneer. 

The man had been married eight times before, all beautiful young women, all from less than comfortable families, and all dead before their twenty-fifth nameday.

Staring into his eyes, your knees feel as if they are to give out at any moment.

“She’ll do.” he rasps as he hands your mother an envelope and leaves the two of you alone.

Your mother wraps her arms around you tightly. But her embrace feels nothing like the way your fathers did. It’s almost as if she is a snake coiling itself around its prey and squeezing. “isn’t this wonderful? I found you a husband. “

“A husband?” That can’t be right. You blink, confused at her meaning. 

“yes, once you marry the Lord, you don’t have to worry about all those pesky finances. We can deal with them so you don’t have to. “she says, grabbing your chin harshly. “your father was out of his mind to give you all this. But I am here to fix it.”

You manage to free yourself from her grip, “That is ridiculous.” you object with a glare. “That man is old enough to be my grandfather. You have no right~,” 

*Slap

Your cheek stings from the weight of your mother's hand against the skin and you stumble backward onto the cold floor.

“You ungrateful little brat.” she hisses, staring down at you. “Like it or not, I am your guardian. I may not have any power over the estate, but until you are married, I own you…”

The realization of her words cut you far deeper than any knife could. She’s right. As your guardian, she can manage all of your other affairs. If she wants to force you into a marriage, all she would need was a license from a clergyman. 

If Paget became your husband. He and your mother would be able to take everything your father had left you. You knew you had to leave that house before they force you into anything.

With a self-assured smirk, she leaves you alone on the floor promising to be back tomorrow to help finalize wedding details

You wrote an expression to Mirio that day, telling him vaguely of your troubles. Before packing your bags and following just behind the letter, rushing towards safety like a racehorse on its track.

~

 When Mirio took you in, you chose to tell him the reason you left was due to a pushy suitor and a mother who was uninterested in letting you come out into society.

At the time you justified it, he shouldn’t have to know the little details.

And now, as you fix the last out-of-place hair on your head, you turn away from your reflection and paste through the drawing room, trying to shake those bad memories from your thoughts.

Relaxing has never been your strong suit, especially now. Your hands fidget limply at your sides and your breaths come out in shaky exhales.

The Earl and Mirio will be joining you at any moment and you are not fit to be seen in this state of distress. 

The crystal decanter on top of the bar cart catches your eye. The deep amber liquid inside sits innocently on its platter. Mirio drinks this kind of stuff all the time when he is stressed. Maybe you should try to drown your sorrows as well.

With a shrug, you grab it and take a deep gulp of the liquid. As it rests on your tongue, you try to figure out what exactly Mirio drinks.

Is it Brandy?

Is it Rum?

Whatever it is, the disgusting flavor sends you into a fit of deep coughing. Tears well in your eyes and you scan the room for something to cover the foul taste of old perfumy liquor that grows stale on your tongue.

With Daisy out fetching the refreshments for your caller, the tea table is spotless, with the exception of a few pale blue cloth napkins. You grab the one at your own table setting and try to wipe the taste from your lips and tongue. 

“Not much of a drinker, are you cousin?” a chipper voice calls from behind you.

With the napkin in your mouth, you turn your head to see the two gentlemen standing in the doorway staring at your struggles and trying in vain to contain their laughter with tight lips.

It’s Mirio who cracks first, his booming laughter filling the room and rattling the windowpanes. Tamaki at least tries to excuse his chuckle as a tickle in his throat, but the mischievous look in his indigo orbs tells you that he had witnessed the whole scene.

“It appears that way,” you cough, feeling the embarrassment prick at your skin. 

“A-are you alright?” the Earl asks kindly, pulling a violet handkerchief from his breast pocket and handing it to you. The kind smile he gives you puts you at ease but makes you aware of the strange way your stomach flutters in his presence.

“Yes, thank you, my Lord.” you breathe gently, dabbing the drop of liquor from the corner of your lip. “I apologize. You certainly were not meant to see that.”

“See what?” he teases, taking the handkerchief from your outstretched skin. Your fingers brush delicately as he pulls away, sending a little shock between the two of you. The chatter dies on your lips and you look shyly at the ground. 

Thankfully, Mirio breaks the silence, clasping a hand on your shoulder, doing the same to Tamaki. “Well, thank you y/n for that little interruption. But I believe your caller has something they would like to ask of you.”

Tamaki shoots a little glare at his friend before looking up to meet your eyes. “Yes… My Lady. It’s about the ball tomorrow night. Would you allow me to fill your dance card for the evening?”

“The whole card?” you ask. Your eyes widen at the thought. Two dances would be more than enough to show the Ton that the two of you are courting, but over three can be considered improper in some circles.

“Yes, I know it seems a bit.. well.” He clears his throat. “risque, but I believe it would convince everyone that we are serious about eachother. I spoke with Mirio about it on the way in, but all he said was that it was ultimately up to you.”

“I see,” you say thoughtfully. While dancing the night away with Tamaki sounds alarmingly intoxicating, you have to think about next season…

When the two of you no longer have to spend time together.

“How about three dances?” you say “After that, you can find a way to excuse yourself from the Ball. It would take about an hour and a half of your time.”

“Sounds Perfect, he says with a relieved smile.

The damn fluttering feeling returns to your stomach, but you grin and bear it. 

“Wonderful,” Mirio cheers, clapping his hands together, “Then if the two of you are in agreement, perhaps you should accompany y/n to the modiste to pick up her gown in my stead, Tamaki.”

“Would that really be alright?” Tamaki asks furrowing his brow.

“It’s broad daylight,” he laughs. “If anyone says anything, just say you are two lovebirds on a stroll.”

“And where will you be?” you ask Mirio.

“As Viscount, I have many affairs to manage,” he says, guesting to the thick stack of letters on the table.

“I suppose that’s normal,” you mumble, looking to the Earl for his approval. “It’s not too far of a walk.”

“Then we shall,” he gulps, “Let’s get going then. I’ll bring along a footman.”

With a nod, the two of you leave the estate and head off to town.

~

The Modiste pokes you with yet another needle as she adds a few alterations to the gown for tomorrow's Ball. muttering an unfocused apology in her thick french accent before she looks at you with bright eyes.

“Miss, how do the sleeves feel? Can you move your arms?”

Slowly you raise them, testing out the way the fabric pulls with your motions. If Tamaki was here, you are sure he would compare the movements to that of a bird. “I believe so. What do you think, Madam?”

She bites at her lip before tugging at the gown. “It could be a bit looser,” she says, looking up at you with a grin. “I suppose you shall be quite busy tomorrow night.”

Right away, you know she is inquiring about your budding romance with the Earl. Next to Lady Whistledown, there is no other way to spread gossip quite like a trip to the modiste. You put on your best-smitten smile and sigh longingly.

“Yes, the Earl came to call this morning with a large bouquet of flowers to secure a space on my dance card.” It's partially a lie, but the hungry look in her eyes lets you know she is eating this story out of the palm of your hand. “May I tell you a secret?”

“Of course you can My Lady, I won't tell a soul,” she replies quickly with the sewing needle still stuck between her teeth. 

“Lord Amajiki filled three spaces on my card,” you chuckle, trying your best to sound like all the other fawning debutantes she sees. “Can you believe that?”

“Isn't that so romantic?" she sighs, finishing the stitching on your arms.,"When you need a wedding gown, come to me.”

You toss your head back with elegant laughter and try your best to sound coy. “Perhaps.” 

“Well then, you’re all set.” she smiles, taking a final look at your finished gown. “When the earl sees you in this, he may just get down on one knee right away.”

“Do you think he would,” you say, taking a small glance at yourself in the mirror. The cut of the gown suits you rather well. Giving a gentle glow to your skin.

“Absolutely, My Lady, you look like a Diamond.” she squeals, helping you out of the garment. 

As she boxes up your gown, you find yourself lost in thought.

Would this dress really get Tamaki’s attention?

Why do you want it so badly? 

~

Stepping out of the Modiste you spot Tamaki sitting quietly on the bench where you left him. His nose deep in a book. His footman takes the parcel from you as they approach. 

“Are you all set?” he asks placing his little booklet inside a small black satchel.

“Yes, I hope you weren't waiting too long,” you apologize, “there was an issue with my sleeves.”

“It’s not a problem, it was fairly quiet out today so I was able to get a bit of reading done,” he says walking alongside you.

“S-shall I see you home?” he stammers holding an arm out for you to take. He is nervous again, in an effort to make him feel more comfortable in your presence you elect to participate in some small talk.

“Do you like to read often my Lord?” you ask politely enjoying the fresh spring air. 

“I love to read,” he says “Books were welcome companions on my travels.”

Conversing with the Earl is easy, the two of you talk about books and his adventures the whole walk home. By the time you approach the front door of the estate, you almost wish to turn around and start the excursion again.

“It appears this is it for today,” you say, “Thank you for accompanying me today My Lord.”

A pinkness appears on his cheeks that must be from the exercise. “It was my pleasure.” the words die on his lips. “Oh wait, I almost forgot.”

“Forgot what?” you ask tilting your head slightly.

“This,” he declares He reaches into the breast pocket of his waistcoat and pulls out a long black velvet box. Opening it up carefully you are met with the sight of a sliver chain adorned with deep purple amethysts. 

“It’s lovely,” you breathe looking at the necklace, “but why are you giving this to me?”

“It was my mothers,” he smiles fondly running his finger over one of the gems. “I want you to wear this to the ball in her Memory. Um, I’m not being too presumptuous, am I?”

“Not at all, Tamaki.” you smile, “I would love to wear this tomorrow.”

Gently he lifts the necklace out of the box and holds it out for you to try on. “May I?” he asks, a few strands of his dark hair falling elegantly in his face as he leans in.

Nodding dumbly you let him place the chain around your neck. He fumbles with the latch and you let your eyes flutter shut. No man has ever been this close to you, and he smells almost like a garden. 

The sound of your heartbeat thumbs wildly in your chest and you hope that he can’t hear it. It’s not excitement you feel, nor is it fear. The feeling that you were feeling right now with the earl‘s arms wrapped around you it’s something you’ve never felt before.

And you want to know more.

“There you are,“ he mumbles into your ear as he pulls back to admire the necklace. “ you- it looks beautiful.” He says staring at you with lidded eyes.

Now is definitely not the moment to speak, all you do is stare back at the Earl too entranced to interrupt this moment. Whatever it is.

The door to the Manor bursts open and Daisy steps quickly between the two of you. “ My Lady, the Viscount wishes to see you in his study.“

Tamaki seems to blink awake and takes a few stunned steps back. “ I will take my leave then, I shall see you tomorrow.” He says with a curt little bow and walks down the steps to the awaiting carriage.

“It’s urgent,” she says taking your arm and leading you inside with wide eyes.

Walking briskly down the hallway, your mind is filled with the Earl and the feeling of his breath on your skin

Does he know? That at least as of now, that little ruse of yours is weaving a very tangled web of your emotions. 

Trembling you push open the door to the study. Guilt pricks at your heart as you walk in.

He has his back to you but you can make out his blonde head behind his armchair.

He doesn't turn to face you at all, all he does is extend his hand toward the empty armchair across from him. 

His voice has never been colder “Please sit down.”

Afraid he will turn you out to walk around and grip the armrest with your still gloved hand. “If it's all the same to you Cousin, I’d rather stand.”

Just a glance at his face makes you regret your utterance as his knuckles clench and turn an angry white color. “You will sit,” he says staring at you with his blue eyes full of hurt.

As you situate yourself tensely n the edge of the seat you give out a shaky exhale. Just as you are about to speak he silences you with a raise of his hand.

“How long have you been planning on lying to me?”

Thank you so much for your patience with chapter 3. let me know if you would like me to continue this series.

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Hello again! What about Sora x GN reader who is a Nobody and also the child of Xemnas? The reader spies on Sora everywhere in the worlds and he finally meets them in the Castle That Never Was.

Number one, absolutely! Number two, I love getting requests from you.🥰

Sorry for taking so long.

With age complications, Xemnas/Terra couldn’t possibly have a kid around Sora’s age, this is an adoptive situation. Let’s just get that out the way.

Takes place in Kingdom Hearts 2 and Kingdom Hearts 3D. I could write a second part for Kingdom Hearts 3, if requested.

Warnings: KH spoilers, major character death, some typos

Also, R’s attribute is known as Force, their title is The Destiny’s Force, they have gauntlets called Forceful Grasp, and the Nobody’s they command are called Inquisitors. Just putting that there.

Sanctuary

Kingdom Hearts

Sora x Nobody!Xemnas Child!reader

The Organization had a secret 15th rank. No one talked about them to the point where only a small handful knew about them. Xemnas, Saïx, and Xigbar were the only few that knew of them. Since Sora finally woke up from his year long sleep, they were sent to keep an eye on him. Basically, keeping him on track with The Organization’s plan.

In Halloween Town, before The Battle of A Thousand Heartless, Sora and his friends were heading to Christmas Town. As they made it to the Hitherlands, multiple new Nobodies pop up, blocking their way to the door. (I don’t wanna explain what I want these Nobodies to look like, so you’re getting a picture.)

Before a fight broke out, Sora sees a hooded figure hide behind the Christmas Tree. The group fights off the Inquisitor Nobodies and Sora heads off behind the tree, but the figure disappeared mid-fight. “I swear they were here.” He says to himself before they continued their journey to Christmas Town.

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Long afterwards, Sora and the entire gang made it to The Castle That Never Was. As they walked into another room, they were surrounded by the same Nobodies from The Hitherlands. Only this time, the cloaked figure from before was clearly visible. “Hey, Roxas.” Their voice was almost taunting.

“My name is So-!” He was cut off after seeing the figure pull down their hood. It was a kid, around his age. They had (hairl length) silver hair and orange eyes. They looked an awful lot like Xemnas. “I’m number 15. Don’t know why I am. We don’t have a 14.” They explain. “The name’s (Your Organization Name).” They give a half hearted bow.

Sora was confused by the whole interaction. (O/N) stood up, gauntlets appearing on their arms. “Let’s make this fun.” They say before the group got thrown into a fight.

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(O/N) slumps to the ground. All of the Inquisitors had been defeated. Sora points his keyblade at them, as if in contemplation. He lowers his keyblade, extending his other hand to them. “I don’t wanna have to kill you.” Sora says, watching as (O/N) took a hold of his hand. He helps them up, only for them to make a sound of pain.

He looks down, seeing his keyblade run right through them. He didn’t understand how that could’ve happened, but (O/N) smirked. “Have fun with my father, Roxas.” They disappear, leaving Sora more confused.

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Not too long after Xemnas and Organization XII was defeated, (O/N)’s somebody woke up in the lab with the apprentices. They rub their head, feeling a headache. Unlike the apprentices, (Y/N) was on the observation chair. They feel a slight pain in their stomach. Lifting up their shirt, there was a keyhole shaped scar on their stomach where Sora stabbed them.

Lea walks over, placing a hand on their back. (Y/N)’s shirt drops to cover themself back up. “How did this even happen?” They gesture to everyone laying unconscious on the ground. Lea shrugs. “Sora was just too strong for us to take on.” Lea explains.

(Y/N) gets up from the observation chair, rushing out of the room. Lea tries to follow, but they were too quick for him and disappeared in a dark alleyway.

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A while afterwards, (Y/N) was cornered by Xemnas, who was holding No Name. They back up a bit. “It can’t be, you’re gone!” He quickly appeared directly in front of them, grabbing them by the arm. “Ungrateful child of mine.” Was the last thing they heard before being stabbed in the heart by his keyblade.

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In The Country of the Musketeers, Sora was looking for the trunk holding Princess Minnie. He turns a corner, seeing a cloaked figure with the trunk. The figure opens up a portal before throwing the trunk through. The portal closes as Sora rushes towards them, pulling out his keyblade.

Gold and silver gauntlets appear on the figures hands. They catch the keyblade in one hand before it hits them. The shockwave of the collision knocked off their hood, showing the face of someone he thought was long gone. “(O/N)?” He was shocked to say the least.

(O/N) pushes him back, the keyblade falls from his grip, vanishing. (O/N) pulls up their hood before summoning a dark corridor, walking through it. The corridor closes before Sora could follow. “(O/N)? Why?” He whispers, knowing they couldn’t hear him.