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m-jelly · 2 years

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Hi Jelly! Can I request a Levi x Reader where their roles are reversed!! Basically It Bloomed In Spring but Reader is the Empress and Levi is her butler. I leave the rest to your imagination ;) (Fluff or Smut? Don't care which one but it's your choice!) Have a good day Jelly!

You got it <3 I can see this being very cute.

@kenkopanda-art <3

In spring, it bloomed.

Pairing: Butler!Levi x Empress!Reader

Genre and tags: Royal AU, fluff, forbidden romance, cute, romantic, fluff, confident reader, sweet, established relationship.

Concept: A few moments between you and your beloved butler. You getting up in the morning, you having lunch with others, you both taking a romantic walk, you working in your office to you breaking the law so you and Levi can finally be together.

Warning: There are some suggestive things in this oneshot.

Tag list: @ladycheesington @levisbrat25 @skittlelover69 @strawberrybunny123 @nyxiieluna @li-anne @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @demonsimp6

Morning

Levi carried a tray towards your grand bedroom doors. He felt a flutter in his chest as he got closer. He remembered how he'd made love to you last night, then he got up early and made you breakfast as if he was a normal butler and not sleeping with and deeply in love with his master.

He opened the doors and closed them softly behind him. He placed the tray on the table by your large balcony doors. He pulled back the curtains and admired the summer sun shining through. He smiled at the sun and remembered how in spring he arrived as your new butler and the two of you fell in love.

He opened the doors to let the fresh air in for you. He cast his gaze on you and saw you tangled up in white sheets. He blushed hard at how angelic you looked as you slept soundly. He moved closer and saw the love bite on your neck he'd possessively put on you last night.

He sat on the bed as he slowly moved the hair from your face. He smiled as you slowly woke up. "Good morning, your majesty."

You opened your eyes and smiled at your lover. "Good morning." You sat up to show you were naked. You stretched and moaned in delight. "What a wonderful morning."

Levi blushed hard at your body covered in love bites. "Y-Yes, your majesty."

You slipped out of bed and walked past Levi in his butler suit. "You wear that suit well."

Levi stared at your behind that he remembered slapping last night. "Thank you."

You pulled on your long flowing robe before walking over to your makeup station. "Do I have a long schedule for the day?"

Levi took the brush from your hand and started combing your hair. "You have a few meetings today. Your first is regarding policy changes you're making to your land, next is new developments and research, then about marriage proposals, and the last one is about organising a ball."

You hummed in thought. "How about I skip all that? I could run off and not do a thing." You turned to Levi. "Well, maybe I could spend it with you." You cupped the side of his face before leaning up and kissing him. "I love you, Levi."

Levi smiled at your words. He kissed you back. "I love you to eternity and back." He smiled as he said your name. "My everything."

You stood up and wrapped your arms around him. "Just for a moment."

Levi hugged you back. "Of course, but I did make you breakfast."

You pulled back and ran over to your breakfast. "You make this?"

"Yes."

You sat down and smiled. "You make the best food."

He poured you a cup of tea. "I'm glad you enjoy it."

You sipped your tea. "I enjoy you. You're wonderful."

"Well, I am one hell of a butler."

You giggled a little. "You are."

Lunch meeting

Levi walked over to you with a teapot. He poured you a cup and glanced down at your breasts being pressed by your dress and corset. He blushed a little at your off-the-shoulder dress.

You glanced at Levi and saw he was going to overfill your cup. "Levi?"

Levi stopped himself. "Sorry, your majesty."

"No need to say sorry." You hummed a laugh and picked up your tea. "Gentlemen? Instead of fighting so much about who has the bigger dick, perhaps it would be wiser to listen to each other and create a conclusion." You sipped your tea and placed it down. "It is true, the mines in my land are wanted by you both, but if you can both prove that those working within the deep mines will be safe and be greatly financially supported, then I shall happily present you with the mines for a price."

Prince Oliver cleared his throat. "Having these mines would be a unionship between our kingdoms. If you offer the mines, then I will happily offer some of our lands as well as our military support."

Prince Edward shook his head. "I can provide you with information and research my top scientists are doing. You can also have an island."

You smiled softly. "I get the feeling my mines are more important than I first thought." You saw the panic in the faces of the Princes. "Levi? Do these men presume I am a fool?"

Levi placed his gloved hand on his chest. "Indeed, your majesty. These princes are mistaken to see you in such a way. Those mines are worth a fortune."

"Indeed they are." You smiled. "Is it perhaps that I possess a uterus instead of a penis that makes you assume things? I can assure you, I know what I am doing with my country of Paradis. This country is blooming because of my ideas." You hummed as you ate some of your lunch.

Oliver bowed. "Forgive me. Old teachings make us thinks harshly about women."

You smiled. "I know. Make the change, do not follow."

Edward shook his head. "I will not make excuses for my words. I was wrong about you. I wish to discuss possibly working together with research. I do not want your mines, but is it possible to use what is within them for research?"

"You wish for me to ravage my lands to make things that damage it more?"

Edward smiled. "You're testing me."

You giggled. "You picked up on that."

He laughed. "Well, I wish to work with you. Time for a change and I believe we can help others. I can provide safe equipment to use in the mine. All I ask is to work together."

You tapped your finger on the table. "Hange Zoe."

"Sorry?"

You smiled. "Hange Zoe, they are my best doctor and researcher. They will happily work with you most of the time."

Edward bowed. "Thank you."

Oliver panicked. "Your majesty, I can provide you with military support!"

You stood up making everyone stand and bow. "I am not one for war. No one wins in war. After a war, the land is ravaged and your country is in debt. You must spend more money to fix the damage you have done. No one wins in war." You smiled as you walked to the door. "Besides, I have the finest trained team in the world. Thank you for lunch. Prince Edward, please talk to my advisor Erwin."

Levi walked with you until you reached your office. "Your majesty?"

You walked to your country map and gazed at it. You ran your hand over your island of Paradis. "Did I do the right thing?"

Levi walked closer. "I-."

You smiled sadly. "Sorry, I should not have asked you. Selfish of me to ask such a thing."

Levi took your hand and kissed your fingers. He said your name against your skin making you blush as you gazed at him. "I believe you made the right choice. You're a good person and you're good for Paradis."

"Thank you." You shook a little as you fought tears. "Sorry for being weak. I'm supposed to be strong, but my strength fails me."

Levi pulled you close and held you. "Then I will provide you with some strength."

Secret date

You walked with your maid Ivy with Levi on your mind. You gripped a basket in your hand and noticed Levi talking to a gardener. "Levi?"

Levi paused his conversation and glanced over at you. He blushed softly at you in your summer gown. "Your majesty. I must say, your summer dress is rather stunning."

"Thank you." You offered him the basket. "Could you hold this for me?"

He looked down at the basket as he felt confused. "Of course."

You turned to Ivy. "I believe Levi will take over my care right now. Please, take a break for the rest of the day."

Ivy bowed deeply. "Thank you, your majesty."

You bowed your head a little. "You are most welcome." You turned to Levi. "Walk with me."

Levi bowed and walked with you towards your woods. "Of course, your majesty."

You lifted your dress a little as you stepped over a large group of roots. "I do love the trees here. The vastness of them is beautiful."

"Indeed." He gasped when you walked off the main path. "Your majesty! Where are you going!?"

"If you follow you will know!"

Levi ran after you as you moved through the woods until he reached a large oak. He looked around to see flowers surrounding it and you sat nicely below it. He moved closer and smiled softly as a memory of a date fluttered into his mind.

You plucked a flower and smiled at it. "I remember when we came here before." You glanced over at Levi. "Our first kiss was here, was it not?"

"Indeed it was." You pointed to the basket. "We will be needing that."

He sat down and opened the basket to see food and drink inside. "Is this a date?"

"Would it upset you if it was?"

He grinned. "I am happy that it is." He poured two drinks. "To us."

You tapped your glass against Levi's. "To us." You downed your drink and hummed. "I wanted to surprise you. I made the treats, which surprised my kitchen staff."

Levi picked out the food and loved how well made with love they were. "They look wonderful."

"Thank you. Before I was Empress, I was just a common woman, so I know my way around a kitchen."

Levi bit the food and moaned at the flavours. "It's wonderful."

"I'm glad you like it." You reached into the basket and grabbed something wrapped in tissue. "You will enjoy this the most."

He unwrapped it to reveal a beautiful pin of your royal flower coming out of a teacup. He smiled and put it on his lapel. "Thank you. This is us together, isn't it?"

You nodded. "Yes."

"I shall carry us always." He held your hands. "You spoil me." He pulled you close and kissed you. "You are so wonderful to me. I know you are trying hard to get us to be together. I cannot wait for the day where I will be allowed to marry you."

You welled up. "I cannot wait either."

Levi held you tightly. "I love you." He tangled his fingers in your hair. "I love you." He kissed you and slowly pushed you down onto your back. "I love you." He panted as he moved against you, his tongue exploring the mouth he adored. "I love you."

You smiled. "I love you so much."

Office time

You let out a long sigh as you read through the papers on your desk. You signed a bill before stamping it to make it official law. You moved your papers to the side and moved on to the last one. You checked what was written and crossed out things that needed changing and editing for another time. You moved the paper to the pile to be fixed by others.

You rolled your shoulders and clicked your neck. You sighed and turned your lamp on as the sun behind you no longer cast a glow. You searched through your books and made notes. You were moving on to looking at ways of changing the law to let you marry Levi. Whenever you had a spare moment, you were trying your hardest to figure it all out.

You jumped at a blanket being placed on your shoulders. You looked up to see Levi in his sleeping things. "Levi."

"I went to see you and hold you in your sleep, but it seems my lover was missing."

You hummed a laugh. "Sorry. I was just finishing my work and I got right into trying to break the law to let us be together."

Levi sat on your desk and lightly touched your cheek. "You work so hard."

"I should be doing better."

"You do plenty." He leaned closer and kissed you. "I have reached out to many butlers and maids to see if there are talks among politicians. It seems they have been fooling you."

You sat back in your chair. "Honestly, I am not surprised." You nibbled on your bottom lip. "I feel as if everyone is against me." You closed your eyes. "Maybe I should give up the crown."

"You are the best thing that could ever happen to this country. Do not give up now."

You opened your eyes and smiled at the loving look in Levi's. "Thank you, but I am tired."

"Then go to bed with we will wake up tomorrow for the new day."

You giggled. "It is sweet how you are. I meant tired in a different way."

He held your hand. "I know, but a night of good sleep is something you need. You keep pushing yourself so much. I worry." He pulled you to your feet. "Allow myself and others to take the lead with this. Please."

You hummed in thought. "Alright."

"You are spreading yourself too thin and there are others who wish to help."

You hugged Levi. "I concede."

"Thank you." He played with your hair. "Will you come to bed with me?"

"Yes."

Levi pulled you out of your office and bumped into Erwin. "I have told her off before you do."

Erwin chuckled. "You beat me to it. I was just about to tell you to stop working as much as you do."

You blushed. "Levi has told me off."

"I will be working with Levi in order to change this law. I swear to you, we will get it."

Freedom

Levi held your hands as he smiled at you. He gripped your hands tightly as he waited patiently. He felt his desire for you building up. When he heard the words, he took his chance. Levi yanked you close and kissed you to the roars of your friends, family and people.

You walked with your now husband down the carpet and into your main hall. You hurried outside and climbed into your carriage. You cuddled up to your husband and waved to the people as you made a tour around your city.

You smiled at Levi. "Emperor Levi."

Levi blushed. "I would prefer prince. You are Empress and above me."

You leaned over and kissed him making people scream and shout with joy. "You are my equal. We stand side by side, not one behind the other. It took us months to get here."

He smiled at your kind words. "Very well, we are equal. I wish to stand at your side, always."

You kissed him. "Thank you." You hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder. "You know I once said I was tired?"

"Yes, it was the mental kind."

"Well, all that is gone." You hummed a laugh. "You were a man of your word. You managed to find the answer."

Levi pulled his arm from you and wrapped you tightly in a hug. "I wanted to marry you and be with you more than anything in this world. I was determined. My determination to see you happy and to love you does not end now we're married." He lifted your chin and gazed at you. "I will keep loving you and working with for the rest of our lives and beyond."

You welled up and smiled. "Me too, Levi."

He smiled and kissed you. "Each day for us is a gift."

"It truly is. I am thankful and we will love and have fun together."

He chuckled. "We will."

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theroseofambrose · 3 years

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Lester with a goth gf Lester with a goth gf Lester with a goth gf

I go ya.

Lester with a Goth Girlfriend

When Lester first met her, it was a warm day and he was outside of Ambrose. He was getting supplies and saw a young woman trying to change a tire. So he pulled over and got out to helped. He noticed how she was dressed straight away. Head to toe black. Dark makeup as well. It was more of a causal day since it was so hot.

Lester didn't pick up that it was goth at first. After he changed the tire, he took off his hat and tried to offer his condolences. She just looked at him and then asked him what he meant.

"ain't you got some kind of funeral today?"

"No, I always dress like this"

"but... it's hot"

The dedication impressed him to say the least. And he really liked black lace even though he saw it as fancy.

Luckily she just saw his questions as cute. He was well mannered and went out of his way to give her a hand. They got to talking, Lester got her phone number.

----

He kept this blooming relationship from Bo. Bo always had something to say, and frankly Lester didn't want his opinon on this. Spending time with her, made Lester feel Like a teenage boy again, with a big crush.

Soon he was spending all of his days off with her. The first time she felt comfortable enough to have Lester over at her apartment was a big day.

Lester had scrubbed himself raw, put on his new blue jeans without the holes in them. Gussied himself up real nice. Then tragedy hit. His razer decided it had it's last breath, and he had to head to the old house to borrow one from his brothers. Lester tried to hit it when Bo was out at the garage.

Vincent was giving a Lester a look that said "spill" the second he came in. Lester scratched the back of his neck

"met a girl... going to her place.... might spend the night there...can I use your razor" he asked Sheepishly, looking at his boots. Vincent watched him for a bit and then signed

"don't get a attached" as he handed Lester his razor

"maybe she's different Vinny" Lester said as he headed to the bathroom. Unfortunately, Bo did come home while Lester was there. That's when the comments started.

"why are you all gussy up like you're expecting some pussy" Bo said

"going to church" Lester said shortly trying to head out

"no, you don't gussy unless it's for pussy" Bo hollered back as Lester tried to leave. Vincent punched Bo in his arm

"ow! what fucker?" he said

"leave him alone" Vincent signed to him. The two twins started to argue as Lester made it to his own truck.

---

The first thing Lester noticed as he walked in, is that it smelt good. Like sage and oranges. The second thing he noticed was all the black and decor

"you um.. really like bats" he said trying to think of something to say while she closed the door and threw her keys in a bowl next to it.

"yeah, kind of goes with the whole goth thing" she said with a big smile to him. Lester's heart started to beat fast as she took off her jacket and she had on a lace corset top

"I'm a big fan of the whole goth thing" Lester told her moving over. She leaned up. With the massive platform boots she had on they were almost the same height. She kissed him so sweetly that it made him want to smear her black lipstick. So he cupped her face and kissed her breathless.

"I got you somethin" he told her.

"yeah, I can feel it poking against my leg" she purred arms wrapped around his shoulder. That made Lester chuckle

"well yeah, but that's not it.. uh, Noticed the bird necklace you wore on our last date so" he said getting out something from his pocket. He had it wrapped up in a bit of bubble wrap just to make sure it didn't break. He unwrapped it to reveal a intact Hawk skull. One that he had boiled and cleaned off for her.

"you found this at your job?" she asked him

"Yeah, an owl was taking him for dinner and flew right into some power lines. since it wasn't busted up I thought you might like" Lester said hoping she did. From what he's learned so far is goth people don't fear dead things. Her eyes light up and she smiled at him

"Les, that's so sweet of you. I love it" she told him with a big smile. Holding it close like he gave her a diamond.

---

Things continued on form there. Slowly, very slowly. Lester finally took her to his cabin to show her around and have her meet Jonsey. Jonesy was scared of her boots but other then that, the dog instantly fell in love with her. Probably helped that Lester came home smelling like his girlfriend all the time now.

She was over there more and more and slowly some of her things made her way into Lester's home. That was fine. He liked having her around. He just had to be careful

one day after he got home from work, he stripped down to his boxers and went to sit on his could. Say his skinny ass right down on a spike chocker he didn't see. Got spiked in the ass. Right in the middle of the ass. Boy jumped up so quickly it was like he was a cartoon

"god fuckin daminit, it's like the bastard that gave birth to the Lego. son of a bitch" Lester cursed. That was not a pain he had been ready for.

---

As things got better, Lester started to get more nervous. She told him about her family. Her brother that lives down in Kentucky. And that her father and her aren't close. She asked Lester about his family. He was honest as he could be. Of course she wanted to meet his brother since they live close

"Bo is... Bo's an asshole... and Vinny real shy.. his face.. well his face got messed up when Bo and him were babies" he told her. That made her look up from his chest where she had been laying her head

"what happen?" she asked him

"theys twins... But they got stuck together instead of being two separate babies. The other doctors said since they were sharing a head, they couldn't be separated. But our dad.. he didn't like that so he did it himself anyways. That made him lose his license. So Vinny didn't get anything like plastic surgery or nothing. He's real sensitive about it so he don't go out much" Lester told her. running his fingers through her cropped black hair.

"aw, Lester I'm sorry. But you know I won't say nothing or stare at it. I won't treat him badly for something like looking different. And everyone got asshole family. If your brothers are important to you, I'd still like to meet them" she said wrapping her arms around his waist.

"I'll think about it... it's not you. it's really just them. I like having my little moonlight to myself right now" Lester said holding her closer. That made her smile. She pulled him down on the couch to kiss him.

Lester knew this couldn't last. He was falling hard even though Vincent warned him not to. One day, she would have to learn the truth. Lester hoped she would be different. Maybe she would understand. But he was already quickly learning, he couldn't live without his little bat.

#Lester sinclair #asks #house of wax #vincent sinclair #bo sinclair

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wizkiddx · 3 years

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was thinking for toms most recent ig story it sounds like hes working out early everyday, what if u did a blurb where the reader does it with his and its like best friend --> something else ? sounded like a you type of story, id love if you gave it a go ❤️💕

oohkay so sorry this lit just came through this evening and I suddenly got v stupidly into it (if u put in a req before that I promise I am working on it I just got way to invested cos this is stupidly cute) xxxx

summary: what starts off as tom taking you under his wing and some sunrise workouts together might just develop into something more

“It shouldn’t be legal…. to be doing anything… this fucking early!” Spoken, well yelled, in between the fake strokes of the exercise bike and your pants. All you got in response was the two men laughing at you, no sign of sympathy at all, as your gritted your teeth - fighting against every body instinct to stop the movements. Your heart was pumping like the clappers; breathing shallow and rushed and your arms… your arms felt like they were about to fall off. Combine that with the lack of sleep from waking up before the sun did at 5 am - meant you felt like your were in literal hell.

Why ever you’d agreed to do these workouts with Tom and Duffy escaped you. Being the new and rising actress, with a new supporting role in the next Spiderman, meant you’d spent a lot of time with Tom over the past few weeks. Not to inflate his ego either, but Tom had been a real life hero to you. See, you were the complete opposite of his experienced and seasoned professionalism - this was your first acting gig. And what a gig it was, the second biggest part in a Marvel movie. You never really believed you’d get the part and even when you did, were pretty sure it was some elaborate joke, where Ant and Dec were going to jump out from some corner and go ‘ha its a prank!’ or something.

Yet somehow it was all still happening, you had been flown halfway across the world to spend three months alone on a film set. Well obviously not alone, but you knew no one - you were a complete outsider. That, really, was the reason you’d agreed to do these sessions with Tom. He’d offered half heartedly while between takes as you were moaning about how out of breath you got in that scene. At that point, you’d only known each other for a matter of weeks, he really hadn’t expected you to commit to 5 am each and every morning. What he wasn’t aware of though, was how ocmplerly stranded and lonely you felt here, hence why you jumped at his offer.

And yes you loved to moan and complain when you were there, however you were also so incredibly thankful he ever offered. Duffy, Tom’s PT, was a right laugh too and he took great joy in torturing you - and was also entertained by the new and inventive ways you’d insult him after he ordered you about.

“Come on Y/n, 200m more and then we are done, even your little arms can survive that.”

“Really … not the encouragement… I was looking for.” Still panting, face bright red and blotchy as you pressed your legs straight again.

“Tom? You wanna help Y/n out?”

“Nah you know… kind of enjoying seeing her in pain.” The British voice laughed from somewhere behind you, making you roll your eyes.

“Why the hell… are you not… torturing him?” He sounded way to comfortable and relaxed to be working hard.

“He’s got a stunt heavy day today so wanted to go easy this morning.”

Now that was a bloody joke. You were BOTH filming the SAME scene today, doing the SAME stunts.

“Did I forget to mention Y/n is on set too?” The joy in Tom’s voice made you want to do horrible things to him. Even though you felt like you wanted to collapse on the floor, you’d happily do a set or two on a punch bag right now - if that punch bag was Tom’s face.

Before you could hurl some fresh abuse at your costar, Duffy called time on the rowing machine, turning the display off and passing your water bottle over as you slouched on the slidey seat.

“Done good Y/n/n, I am actually super impressed with your progress” The stocky man patted you on the back genuinely, bringing a bit of smile to your otherwise grimacing face. He went over the chat to Tom about some boy shit that you couldn’t care less about, allowing you a couple minutes to get your breath back. As soon as you did and tried to dismount the machine of death, your ruined legs seemed to have other plans, shakily buckling so you ended up starfished on the floor, groaning at the dull ache that came with the sudden movement.

And what show of concern did Duffy show you? A belly laugh that echoed round Toms indoor gym making you groan again, throwing your forearm over your eyes. It was in fact the curly haired brunette, who came and knelt by your side, wordlessly balling up the towel and placing it under your head as you shot your eyes open in shock.

“You okay? Sorry… I might’ve taken our friendly competition a bit too far.”

“I just… just might have to gain the power of flight this afternoon cos my legs aren’t gonna bloody work.” Tom chuckled and shook his head at your dry humour.

“Oh I’m sure we can talk to Jon and get that arranged… not like Marvel don’t spend years crafting the script and storyline for a newbie actor to change it all.”

“Might I remind you… they wouldn’t have to if your weren’t such a dickhead!” You exclaimed, sitting up and staring at him with an exasperated look than only made him burst out laughing again.

“I’m sorry I’m sorry… I just cant take you seriously when you look like such a tomato!” His voice went an octave higher as he laughed at himself, the situation getting even worse for you when you heard Duffy join in too.

The boy was bloody lucky you couldn’t lift your arms right now, otherwise they’s almost certainly be attempting to ruin his pretty boy face.

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After a long day of shooting you and Tom were in one of the set buggies, being taken back to your trailers to change for the evening. There was a peaceful silence until Tom ruined it yet again.

“ Got any fancy plans for this evening then?”

“Well you know me, back to my lonely little old place and frozen pizza - so living the movie star life.”

“It’s a Friday! You not going out with your team or anything?” He sounded so bemused at your quiet plans, and mention of a ‘team’ had you cocking your head to the side.

“‘My team?’ Tom until I get my movie star pay check I can barely afford my pizzas, never mind a whole persons wage.” You were still only three weeks into filming and although you spent an hour every other morning sweating your ass off with Tom - apart from that you’d tried not to impose yourself on him too much. You didnt want to look clingy and naturally Tom always had a mountain of people vying for his attention - you would go to the back of a long line. So honestly, you were still a bit of a mystery to him, right now you’d both only scratched the surface on each other.

“Really? I know this is your first big job but I thought you’d have someone here?”

“Nah… I mean I’ve kinda clung to the Marty on the camera crew but he’s going to see family tonight sooo.”

“Come back to mine. I’ve swapped Harry for his twin Sam, which is a bit of an upgrade cos Sam’s a chef. He just arrived last night. I bet he can one up any pizza you were planning on.”

“Honestly I don’t want to impose, sorry I didnt mean for this to be a pity party or-“ The buggy slowed to a stop and Tom instantly vaulted out of it, standing right infront of you and blocking you exist off the back sofa. Both of you were still in costume, Tom in latex and you in your corset-esque two piece, but then both wrapped in matching long line black jackets supplied by set.

“No come on I’m serious… Sam’s dying to meet you and it’d be good to spend more time together. You know, cos of chemistry and all.” The last bit was a switch from his cool and smooth, normally easy going tone - into something a bit more… anxious? Just like that, before your brain even knew what it was doing, you agreed, smiling broadly and nodding.

So barely an hour later, you were knocking on the doors to Tom’s mansion-ish rented Atlanta home which was much much more grand than what the studio had arranged for you. Even though you were here most mornings, this time it felt different. Yeh it was stupid, but you can’t help the way you feel and you were stressed. For no real reason… just, just because.

Thankfully, it wasn’t awkward at all and you especially instantly hit it off with his younger brother Sam. Everything just felt easy and simple which meant so much more considering you’d felt so isolated an alone halfway across the world for your home comforts. Being British too, simply chatting to the two young men about your hometown and growing up was just so familiar, it really helped you feel less homesick. Naturally too, you’d fallen into a casual and friendly ribbing of Tom with Sam, making the three of you spend to majority of the evening cracking up (or in Tom’s case pouting at the abuse). It was a nice change from the two on one attack you got from Tom and Duffy that morning. You’d all cooked dinner together… well no, you and Tom had stood idly watching Sam cook an amazing chicken curry dish - which he promised to give you the recipe too. Honestly Sam felt like your long lost best friend, especially when it came to your shared ability to berate Tom for anything and everything.

About an hour ago Tom had stuck on the film, effectively shutting up you and Sam - thankfully for him since Sam was just about to get to some rather embarrassing stories of Tom as a kid. You and Tom were on the longer grey sofa; with Sam sat the other side of the coffee table in an impressively soft armchair - looking as though it was swallowing the lanky boy. The calm, the silence and the comfort was only going to go one way for you though. After your workout this morning, plus all the running and jumping during the shoot, after what had already been a pretty intense week, it was hardly surprising that you didn’t even notice yourself drifting off the sleep.

Who did notice though? Perhaps your brown haired costar who’d been stealing glances across to you ever since the movie had been put on? Because as much as he hated to admit it to himself, this didnt seem to be panning out as a normal job. A normal job is something you put your all into, for a couple weeks, and then leave with good memories and a good pay check. Yes, he had only known your for a matter of weeks or so but it already seemed to be unfathomable to cut ties with you. How would he go without your kind mannered abuse everyday? You were just refreshing, new and mysterious. And Tom was more than intrigued, his interest was peaked.

And it was stupid to feel like that…. Of course it was. You can’t fancy a colleague because things get complicated and awkward. Tom knew that.

Then why was he now delicately draping a blanket over your frame and smiling smally when you hummed in your sleep, in what seemed to be a show of appreciation for the layer of warmth?

Because you were his excited puppy of a costar who is giving everything she has for the job? Because he is worried and wants to look after you? Because he cares?

No matter why, in that moment you were contented and as was Tom. Oh and Sam?

Sam saw the tell tale signs in his brother. He saw the way Tom had been touching your arm or the small of your back just a little more than what would be considered normal while he’d been cooking. He’d seen the way Tom had been laughing purely because you had. His eldest brother never did anything rash, it was always a painfully slow process for everyone involved. But Sam thought this just might be the start of something. The start of a slow burn.

#tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland x reader #tomholland #Tom Holland angst #tom holland x y/n #tom holland x actress!reader #tom holland x you #sam holland

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super-predictable98 · 3 years

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(Not) My Dream Girl | Princess Jellyfish AU

Warning: Strong language.

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September 5th

Dear Diary,

WHAT A FUCKING DAY TO BE ALIVE!

Today I had the scariest moment of bi panic. Every time I tried to come out to my mother she said I was just confused, that I didn't actually like girls. Today I got proof that she's wrong. I definitely like girls, maybe more than boys after meeting this goddess.

She's an exchange student, I barely know anything about her. All I know is that she's a sophomore who came to New York to study fashion, her dad is some big shot politician back in Japan, and she's the most beautiful, the funniest, the sexiest girl I've ever seen in my life. Her name is Kuranosuke which probably means insanely hot chick in Japanese. If it doesn't, it does now.

I was walking down the hall, nervous as all hell (but then again, when am I not?). I was still thinking about what mom said when she found out what my major was: "Are you insane, y/n? How do plan to make any money like that? You think you're just gonna suddenly become Coco Chanel and get rich?" Yeah, God forbid I follow my passion, right? But then a voice pulled me away from my overthinking trance.

"I'm a little lost," she chuckled. What a vision, with her long blonde hair, bubblegum pink lips, slender figure with long limbs like a top model, and violet eyes. I never knew someone could have such gorgeous eyes.

Her outfit? Well, she was dressed like she just walked straight out of the cover of Vogue. And she smelled so good, not sweet or fruity, she smelled like... like... she smells like the feeling of watching a Broadway show for the first time, if that makes sense.

I helped her find the way to class, luckily we were going to the same place, that's when she told me the little bit of info I listed before. She was so friendly, I imagined a walking Barbie doll like her would be rude and self-absorbed, but it's quite the opposite. She's kind, she's dedicated and passionate in a way that makes you passionate too. The way she speaks, so... not worried, loose, like she has the world in the palm of her hand.

She must think I'm so shy, but I just couldn't find the right words to sound smart and captivating. Usually with boys, it's easier. You look at them and that's enough, but Suke is different.

When I asked her if I could call her that, she laughed again. She has a boyish laugh, that's probably what I like the most about her. That and her accent, it's absolutely adorable.

"I'm sorry, for an American it must be a little complicated to say my name. Suke is cute, I like it."

When she asked if I wanted to sit with her, I nearly had a heart attack. I just assumed she was being courteous after I helped her find her way, but she actually wanted to spend time with me and have a conversation? What sort of sorcery did I do to deserve her attention?

Needless to say, I barely paid attention to the lecture. I did hear some bullshit about the regency era and how the fact that period dramas have actresses wear corsets without a chemise is a crime against fashion, but I was mostly focused on the way Suke twisted her curls in between her fingers.

How she bit the end of her pencil while listening to our professor blabbing about something unimportant, and how sometimes she would look at me and smile as I tried to hide the fact that I was staring the whole time.

If I had to guess, I'd say Suke is pretty used to the attention, and why wouldn't she? A girl like her must have all sorts of admirers, she can pick whoever she wants. I feel like the song She's So High was written with her in mind.

I wonder if she's thinking about me like I'm thinking about her. I wonder if she thought about me at all after we parted ways.

I don't think I've ever felt like this before. That feeling like your heart might explode if you're not next to that person. And when you are, it races non-stop. Her voice has been haunting me, I can't stop thinking about the way she says my name or when she asked to see my notes because the professor was talking too fast.

"My brother told me I would have trouble," she shook her head with a small pout, leaning closer to me and my entire body nearly went up in flames.

Her arm went around my shoulders as she read my (probably very unhelpful) notes. "But I didn't believe him, he's soooo stuck up and annoying. Do you have any siblings? If you do, you know how it is, we love them and hate them at the same time. Thank you, honey, you're a lifesaver."

Wow, I must sound like an idiot, gushing over someone I just met a few hours ago, like I'm in love with her or something. That would be hilarious and ridiculous, pitiful really. I don't even know if she's queer (judging by her long nails, I'd be doubtful). All I know is that I can't wait to wake up tomorrow and see her again at fashion history.

#kuranosuke koibuchi #kuranosuke #kuranosuke x reader #princess jellyfish #princess jellyfish fanfic #fanfic #kuragehime #kuragehime fanfic

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mudhornchronicles · 4 years

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that cantina | din djarin

^ not my gif

pairing: din djarin x f!bartender reader

warnings: sexual themes and outfits, cursing, adult thots...

fic inspired by this post by @flightlessangelwings

a/n: this is my first time publishing on tumblr and writing about my beloved tin can. so pls bare with me. also pls enjoy the read + the little divider thing i just made and s/o to @jangohshit for the awesome url

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As she picks up her 50 owed credits and wipes away the watery rims on the streaky mahogany bar top left by a patron’s 6th glass of cold spotchka, she commends the Dug’s ability to walk out of the cantina without crashing onto the floor. Dugs may be small and slender, but Maker can they hold their liquor. With the amount of people in the stuffy, ill-lit cantina, she would expect the Dug to bump into something or someone in his alcohol-driven state.

Unfortunately for her, she did not get to see the amusing sight. Instead, she began to sense the sudden feeling of being watched. She discreetly scopes out the cantina and is immediately met with the intimidating figure and intense stare from a very familiar beskar helmet. She smirks over at the Mandalorian and give a slight nod to guide him over to her side of the risqué cantina.

This cantina in particular, located in the outskirts of Canto Bight, was known for the racy atmosphere once you stepped through the door. Many cantinas liked to keep it simple and vintage with a bar top, tables, and space to walk through. This specific cantina was not that. Whether you were looking to have a drink and observe the bartenders clad in lingerie or pay and party with ladies of the night, everyone knew this cantina as that cantina.

She met him about 3 cycles ago. He was looking for a Gungan gone rogue and his tracking fob led him to Canto Bight. When he had asked about the bounty to people in the city, they all told him that he’d find the bounty at that cantina. He began to get frustrated, but then he saw her. As she walked to work, she’d caught his eye. He walked over to her and she smiled at him. Mando had never had someone just smile at him, and Maker did her smile ignite something in him. She walked with him to the cantina with her walking in first and him following minutes later. When she caught his eye again, it was for a very different reason.

The worn leather bustier she wore emphasized her chest so much that Mando had to make sure his visor was not distorting the image in front of him. She wore a yellow and black plaid skirt and some heels whose laces wound up to her knee. He knew she was beautiful, but then he noticed the insincere smile she wore as she worked behind the bar. This job was supposed to be in and out – quick and simple. But meeting her made him want to let the bounty enjoy his 2,000 credits he just spent on a Pantoran lady. When he landed the first time, he told himself he’d never come back to that weird place. Yet, here he is again for what feels like the thousandth time.

She turns around to face the inside of the worn-down bar and adjusts her breasts in her obsidian-colored corset. She always wanted to look her best for her favorite client. She grabs a clean glass of water and turns back around to lean on the counter. All because she is the Mandalorian best view in the place, or at least that is what he's told her.

“Me'vaar ti gar,” he coldly says to her.

She looks into his visor with a stern look. “Naas.”

A lighthearted sound comes out the beskar helmet as he lightly taps the counter and takes a seat. “Kandosii!”

“Don’t know what that means, but what will it be today, Mando? Business or pleasure?” She winks at him while his visor is set on her face. She doesn’t know that the man behind the visor has been in cantina for an hour prior to his approach just looking at the woman he can’t seem to shake off.

“There has never been pleasure, mesh’la. Just business,” he calmly says. She shrugs and passes him the glass of water.

“Never hurts to ask, right? Maybe one day you’ll change your mind,” she says jokingly. “So, tell me. What bounty are you looking for now? I can’t confirm or deny that I have any information for you tonight, but there was a suspicious Twi'lek that came in about an hour ago. He’s on the other side of the bar.”

He looks towards the green Twi’lek and nods. He puts the glass aside and gives her a once over. “When did you get that corset? Last time I was here, you had a purple one. The one with the lace trimming and black ties in the back.” She smiles and looks down. He remembers, she thought.

“It started to get worn down so I sold it for 25 credits. Better than nothing, but do you like it? I just bought it with the credits you oh so greatly left me the last time.” She lightly taps his gloved hand resting on the counter. “What did you say when you left it? Think of it as a tip for your information and all I told you was that there was no Rodian,” she laughs. A modulated chuckle leaves his helmet as he looks at the other bartenders in the place. All in lingerie, more revealing than hers. Although she was wearing a corset, which covered most of her torso, her legs were very exposed. A sight Mando forcibly had to rip away from every time he was here. His mind wandered every time.

The thought of running his bare fingers along the bottom of her smooth legs to the top of her supple thighs.

The thought of how they’d feel wrapped around his waist, bringing him closer to her as he fills her with the feelings he can’t verbally express to her yet.

The thought of her thighs pressing the sides of his head as he ea-

He is ripped out of the less than innocent daydream as she’s waving her hand in front of his visor. “Mandooooo. You in there?” His line of tinted vision focuses back onto her smiling face, the smile that haunts his dreams. “I’m sorry. What did you say?”

She shakes her head and smirks. “I said if you need any information on a bounty! I have a client who wants me to join his little “get together” and is paying a good amount, so I don’t have much time.” She nudges her head up to a balcony set up in the cantina where other ladies are dancing for a group of Weequays.

He looks up and looks back at her. “How much ae they paying for you to waste your time with him?” She smirks and raises her eyebrow at the warrior in front of her.

“You jealous?”

“Jii, dala,” he warns.

She pouts and crosses her arms, which, in Mando’s eyes, only accentuates her chest. “No fair. You haven’t taught me that, yet.”

He sighs. He straightens up and leans a bit forward toward her. “Cyare, how much is he paying for you to go up there?”

She looks at his visor and feels as if she can look into the eyes of her beloved warrior. She looks back down at her hands. “3,000.”

“Dank farrik,” he whispers to himself. He looks down into his belt and counts the credits he currently has. A grand total of 1,400. He knows he can’t out-do 3,000 credits. He still must go out and get The Child and himself some supplies. They can’t survive on the old ration packs he had for emergency purposes.

Truthfully, she doesn’t want to go up there either. She was already given a new “uniform” by the Toydarian cantina owner for the night. A brown leather bra, black lace panties, black ripped stockings, and, weirdly enough, a pair of old brown boots. Weequays know nothing of fashion she thought to herself. As much as she knows Weequays can get touchy, she knows she can’t say no. She’s getting 1000 of those credits. A 33% share is a rare occurrence for Toydarians and she needs those credits if she wants to eat and have a roof over her head. She looks back at her Mandalorian and decides to lighten the mood.

“So do you like it or not?”

He turns and looks back at her. “Like what?”

She does a slow spin with the smile that can melt Hoth. “The outfit you bought me!”

“It’s nice,” he simply says, still not okay with her upcoming shift.

She abruptly stops and pouts. “Nice? I won’t be getting tips with a nice outfit, Mando. What if I unbutton the top buttons?” She goes to unbutton her corset and takes a step back when Mando suddenly grabs her hand to halt her actions.

“No.” He looks at her hand in his hand loosens his grip, but her hand remains in his. “I- I meant that you look nice in it. Not nice as in cute nice, but nice as in you look…” He stops speaking and looks at her. “You look… you look incredible. Any man would be lucky to have a woman like you at his arm.”

She feels almost giddy inside, as if her elementary school crush finally came up to say hello followed by her name. She looked at her hand in his as she felt a light blush form across her cheeks. “You really think so?”

Before he could answer, the aforementioned Toydarian cantina owner flies over to her all the while yelling her name. She immediately let go of her Mandalorian’s hand and acknowledges her boss. He begins yelling at her for not yet changing for her appointment with the Weequay group and she notices the beskar covered warrior tense. Mando stands and faces the Toydarian and begins to speak, but is cutoff by her.

“Don’t worry, boss. I was just wrapping up this client’s order. I’m going. You’ll get your 2000 credits.” She begins to push her boss away.

“You better make them happy. They’ve got loose pockets.” The Toydarian suddenly grabs her chin “If they say jump, you say how high. You got-“ She follows his gaze over to her Mandalorian, only to see him pointing a blaster at the Toydorian’s head.

“She’s going to do what she’s comfortable doing, you got that?”

Her boss chuckles and shakes his head at the bounty hunter. “She’s going to do what is going to make me money.”

She tries to interfere, but the bounty hunter grabs her boss by his face’s trunk. “Listen here, you oversized Kowakian. They aren’t going to touch her and she’s going to do her job. That’s it.” She tries to convince Mando to let the small creature go, but the warrior wasn’t done. “If I hear she was uncomfortable in even the slightest, it’s your trunk on my wall. Do you understand?” All she saw was her boss frantically nod in agreement and fly away as soon as Mando let go. She looks over at the Mandalorian she has grown to harbor deep feelings for.

“What the hell was that!”

He slides his blaster back into its holster and places some credits on the counter, more than what an untouched glass of water costs.

“You’re going to do your job and so am I. You see the biggest Weequay in the group?” she looks over and nods.

He activates the tracking puck, revealing that the Weequay leader was coincidentally his bounty. “Stars, Mando! If you are catching him, then why are you so worried about me going up there?” He looks over to her and shrugs.

“Why would I want you to be in that position?”

She smiles at him and lightly gives her own shrug. She checks the time and takes the still untouched glass of water. “Well Mando, it was nice to see you again. Should I expect you in the next couple of rotations?”

“Possibly.”

She lets out a small laugh and she takes the credits for the water, leaving the rest. Before he can protest, she catches him by surprise with her departing choice of words. “You know Mando, sometimes I think you might love me.” With that she laughs and waves a goodbye as she walks away to ready herself for the Weequays.

He watches her leave and his eyes direct themselves to her behind. Those small shorts that leave little to the imagination as they shape the swells of her ass beautifully. He is a man after all. He smiles to himself as he recalls her previous statement. He lets out a small chuckle as he stands to scope his bounty. “Yeah… might.”

mando’a translations:

Me'vaar ti gar [Meh-VAR tee-GAR] = How are you? (Lit. What’s new with you?)

Naas [nahs] = Good (Lit. Nothing)

per mandoa.org “Me'vaar ti gar = How are you? (Lit: what's new with you?) Can also be used to ask a soldier for a sitrep. If a Mando asks you this, they expect an answer; it's literal.. The response for *I'm fine thanks,* is *Naas.* (Literally - nothing. )”

Kandosii! [Kan-DOH-see] = Nice one! Wicked! Well done!

Mesh’la [MAYSH`lah] = beautiful

Jii [gee] = Now

Dala [DAH-lah] = Woman

Cyare [SHAH-ray] = beloved

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@flightlessangelwings @din-damn-djarin

#din djarin x reader #the mandalorian x reader #mandalorian x reader #din djarin #the mandalorian #pedro pascal #pedro pascal characters #that cantina #star wars

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gojos-sidepiece-69 · 4 years

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Tokyo Tech Training- Chapter 6

By the time you woke up on Wednesday, you were still seething with rage. Who does that little shit think he is? Was he still a little boy? He was 28, for Christ’s sake, when was he going to grow up??! You shoved the microscopic train of thought that you found Gojo Satoru’s immaturity charming deep into the depths of your subconsciousness. You felt an unwanted warmth spread upwards and inwards from your thighs when you opened your phone and saw the inappropriate picture Gojo had sent you last night, dangling your lacy pink underwear from his index finger. You were still angry, but your heat pulsed at the thought of your panties in his hands. You shook the thought away when you felt drool shamelessly pooling at the sides of your mouth.

What you hated to dwell on even more was the growing realization that the more Gojo touched you with those long fingers of his, the more his tongue and his overly moisturized, glistening lips ghosted across your skin, the more you felt deprived of the sensation when he was gone. The hunger was only growing. You realized that you had only taken his dick inside of you once, just once...you felt empty. No, you thought to yourself. This was selfish and pathetic on both of your ends; your little schoolgirl crush had gone way too far. You needed to stop fucking him, even if he made your body tremble your throat moan in ways no one else could even dream of doing.

The past five days had been such a chaotic blur that you hadn’t processed the fact that tomorrow was your...your birthday. How had you not realized it when Sukuna first proposed his deal that day at the mall? “The Itadori boy’s room on Thursday at 11 PM. If you’re late, you’ll be punished however I see fit.” You could still hear his deep, demonic voice. So that was how you were going to be spending your birthday evening tomorrow: being tossed around like a plaything by a 1,000 year old curse. You sighed deeply and put your head into your hands, not even surprised anymore at the absurdity of the situation. What the hell were you doing with your life? You came to Tokyo Tech to train to become a Jujutsu Sorcerer, not practice your Kegel techniques with your teacher every other day. Just take things one day at a time, you reminded yourself, as you begrudgingly dragged yourself out of your bed.

Today was your second day filled with exerting and harsh training, but at least it wasn’t as traumatizing as your earlier Field Training expedition. When you got to the grassy training field on campus, you looked around for Gojo, feeling a tiny sliver of disappointment when Maki told you, “He’s out for the day. He’ll be back tomorrow, but us second-years are overlooking your training today.” Damn, you thought. You couldn’t resist how delicious the thought of showing off was for your cocky....fuck, stop thinking about him. It was as if his stupid, dimpled smile was permanently branded to the right side of your brain. You turned around to watch Nobara and Panda goofing around, swinging each other in circles and getting thrown around like frisbees. Track-star Yuji and a stubborn Megumi were racing each other up and down the track like their first names were Usain.

Your friends all looked so cute in their blue tracksuits, you smiled. Toge was yelling, “Salmon! Tuna-salmon!” as Maki practiced her new, crisp cursed-tool technique on him with her incredible agility. “Wait up!” You yelled after Yuji and Megumi, challenging the two boys to a quick hundred-meter dash. “Loser buys us all drinks for my birthday tomorrow!”

Somehow, Megumi lost the race but promised to buy you all drinks tomorrow; you smiled inwardly, thinking about something he once said about having a strong moral compass that couldn’t easily be shaken. At least you knew of two good guys you could rely on, even if they were a spiky sea urchin and an extra large pink cupcake. “Hold on, hold on. Why didn’t you tell us tomorrow was your birthday?! Explain yourself,” Nobara demanded, crossing her arms at you. “I guess I just forgot...” you started, but she wasn’t having it. “I love birthdays, and we’re using yours as a chance to celebrate. I think we all deserve some more sweets and drinks, right? And I can go shopping to get you a present!" She gushed, and before you told her it wasn’t a big deal, she tutted at you. “No ifs and buts. I’ll decorate my dorm and we can all meet there tomorrow at 9 PM. No excuses,” she pointed a finger in your face. “Okay, okay,” you smiled, before wickedly challenging Yuji and Megumi to a rematch.

The rest of your day was filled with arduous exercise and training with your second-years, and it was soon time for bed. You woke up the next day sore again, but thought to yourself that you might as well get used to the muscle ache - it was only going to get worse from here. You were going to have the bones of an 80-year-old soon, if you kept this up. You laughed darkly and nervously at the thought of having arthritis as a teenager, before a spirited Yuji and Nobara bursted into your room yelling, “HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!! :)” You thanked them, head ringing slightly from their yelling at 8 in the morning. They jumped onto your bed with you, tackling you with warm hugs and tickling you.

Yuji slapped a birthday cake sticker against your cheek, insisting that you must keep it on all day. “Guys, guys, stop,” you laughed, eyes watering from laughing. Megumi stood at the doorway and nodded your way before wishing you a happy birthday. Yuji got up and dragged him into the group hug, Megumi’s face smashing against Yuji’s stomach. Your dark haired friend groaned as the rest of you poked fun at him. This was the best birthday morning you had in a very long time.

You peeled the cake sticker off of your face and stuck it onto your mirror. “Let’s go out again today and hit every good Ramen shop in the damn city! And then go shopping in Harajuku!” Nobara ordered rather than suggested, and you both reeled from excitement. She knew how much you loved food. She grabbed you by the wrists and pulled you all the way to the front of the school, not even giving you time to change. So the four of you stood in front of Tokyo Tech in your pajamas, hailing a cab to get downtown. You spent all day with your friends, and the three of you loved teasing Megumi for his seriousness. You could’ve sworn you saw him smile once, when a waiter at one Ramen restaurant placed a big steaming bowl in front of him. Everyone ate out of each other’s dishes greedily, snatching and stealing.

After that, you headed to shops selling outrageously expensive clothing, including one dedicated to just selling corsets. You all pushed inside, trying on ones that you could never afford. You laughed as Yuji tried on a pink frilly corset, making Megumi wear a deep blue one. Nobara tried to talk you into a plan for shoplifting a set for the both of you to share, but you were too afraid you’d get caught. “Oh my god! Is that Nanami?” Nobara whispered too loudly, and the blonde man turned towards the four of you. He had a lacy set of undergarments in his hands, and Yuji hooted. “Who’s that for, Nanami-Sensei?” He jumped up and down. “I told you not to call me that. And that’s none of your business. Tch.”The man answered in his slightly-flustered deep voice, adjusting his leopard-print tie. He quickly walked over to the cash register to avoid dealing with you four. You all laughed it off, making jokes the whole way out.

“HAHA-and what if he’s into some super weird kinky stuff, too?!” Nobara asked. “I can see it! He’s totally a Fifty Shades of Grey type-man...he’s probably secretly a sadist or something,” Yuji said spookily, waving his arms around.

Before you knew it, you were back in your dorm and it was almost 9 PM, time for your little party. You tugged open your closet doors, wondering what you should wear for the occasion. Since it was your birthday, you decided you could afford to show some skin and let loose for the night. Nobara had even warned you and the boys earlier that if you didn’t wear something nice she would “use the straw doll ritual technique on you.” So you settled on a short black dress with spaghetti straps, still an avid supporter of the Bloutfit. You knocked on Nobara’s door and entered, and seeing all your classmates in there dressed nicely for you warmed your heart: Megumi, Toge, and Yuji wore cute slacks and button-down long sleeve shirts, Nobara wore a pink skirt and a white top, and Maki dressed up in a power suit. Panda was panda.

Your stomach did three consecutive backflips when your eyes landed on none other than Gojo Satoru, leaning back against a wall and smiling at you. Oh, so he was back from his trip already, huh? This try-not-to-stare game was getting really hard when he, too, was wearing nice slacks and a crisp button-down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. He wore his dumb sunglasses, and damn, did this man look expensive.

Megumi shoved two bottles of fancy-looking wine into your hands, keeping his promise. Everyone passed the bottles around, laughing and swaying to music (which Yuji was again in charge of, starting the night off with Walk Down by FNF Chop). You played a couple of intense rounds of charades, and you would never forget Yuji’s impersonation of John Cena. Ever. Because you now had a permanent stain on your dress where you had spat out your wine. See, this is why we wear black, though! You felt someone grab your wrist and lead you outside of the room and into the dimly lit hallway.

Before you could even process it, a certain 6’ 3” tree bent into your ear and whispered, “Happy birthday, princess,” while shoving a small box into your hands. He pulled back up and leaned against the wall, nodding at you with a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. You opened your mouth to angrily argue with him, but he put a finger to your mouth and shushed you. “Just open it.” You narrowed your eyes as you popped the lid of the box open, heat instantly rising to your cheeks. You stared down at a pair of fluffy pink handcuffs. “What the fuck is this?” You asked him bluntly, and he stupidly replied, “Handcuffs, dummy. I was thinking we could use them soon during one of our training sessions. Trust me, you’ll like them,” he winked at you through his sunglasses. Before you could scoff and tell him you weren’t the type of girl who was into bright pink sex toys, he said, “Oh, and one more thing before I forget.”

He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the panties he had stolen from your pile of clothes in the shed last night. He took a step toward you and pulled the top of your dress out, slipping your underwear inside. His hand lingered on your chest longer than it should have, until he pulled it back out and placed his hand on the back of his neck. “Well, you’d better get going. Yuji knows about the deal, blah blah blah, so meet Sukuna at his room at 11, okay?” You froze and your stomach dropped. How could you have forgotten? What time was it? You glanced at your phone frantically. “It’s 11:27, you moron! Why didn’t you remind me earlier??” You panicked. “Oh shit, sorry about that. Well, you better get going now, then.” Gojo called after you “Have fun!” And “Be safe!” And “Use protection!” As you scrambled down the hallway to meet your impending doom.

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#saturo gojo #gojo x reader #fanfic #x y/n #jjk smut #fluff #jujutsu kaisen #jjk anime #jjk #anime #chapter 6 #fanfiction

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amphtaminedreams · 3 years

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Sitting Front Row at...(On a Budget Obvs): Lookbook no.15

Hey to anyone reading!

And welcome to my fave lookbook I’ve done in a longggg ass time! Yes, that’s partially because it involved making collages and doing the low effort work of scouring Vogue Runway for “research purposes”, but I promise, that statement wasn’t made out of COMPLETE laziness-I am super happy with it too. It’s been a good use of pre-part-lockdown-lift time in the interim between that brief period of Christmas celebrations and eateries finally fucking opening again because let’s be honest, I always knew I was gonna get distracted by oat milk vanilla lattes and veggie all day breakfasts once I could actually sit down with them at my fave local cafe. You could say I was very much operating on a self-imposed deadline.

The “what I would wear to sit front row at...[insert designer here]” TikTok/Instagram reel trend was something I wanted to get on board with ever since I first saw one and whilst the option of doing my own live action take-I really cannot bear the thought of having to edit footage of myself awkwardly attempting to sit nonchalantly in front of a camera for hours on end-was off the cards considering my complete lack of screen presence, I decided a Tumblr text post would work just as well, and if not even better in a way. Given the absence of the time limitations you face when you’re making a reel or a TikTok I thought it’d be cool to present the looks as part of a mini moodboard for each designer which adds a bit of context to each look even if you aren’t familiar with their past collections and establishes the general vibe of the brand I’m attempting to replicate. Not to sound snotty or as if I am the font of all knowledge on anything high fashion related but even with my amateur knowledge I noticed that as the video trend took off and was adopted by big name influencers, it became less about the average person putting their own personal spin on the aesthetic of the labels we can’t ordinarily afford and more about them building outfits that only vaguely resemble the general public perception of the brand around the real corresponding (and often gifted and thus inaccessible to someone who doesn’t makes thousands for a sponsored post) pieces they own SO I thought I’d take the trend back to its roots and get a bit resourceful. All that being said, in no particular order, here are the outfits I would wear to sit front row at Gucci, Vera Wang, Miu-Miu, Marc Jacobs, Dolce & Gabbana, Brock Collection, Alexander McQueen, Etro, Burberry aaaand Saint Laurent based on their past collections and guess what? They didn’t cost a shit tonne of money :-)

-disclaimer: will include an asterisk before any new purchases if from a high street store though to be honest, I don’t think there are any, we shall see! I do include where I got old purchases from in case anyone wants to search anything on Depop/Ebay-

1. Saint Laurent (formerly Yves Saint Laurent)

-blazer from identityparty on Depop, pleather trousers from Zara, jewellery from Dolls Kill-

I know technically abbreviating Saint Laurent to YSL doesn’t really make much sense anymore given the brand’s name change in 2012, but I’ll always think of it as that in the same way I’ll always associate it with the slightly dishevelled yet simultaneously glitzy rock n’ roll aesthetic. The thing is, whilst YSL hasn’t done anything wildly out of the box for a long time, it’s rare they put a look on the runway that I wouldn’t wear; they never end up being a fashion week standout but the Parisienne take on grunge we’ve seen Anthony Vaccarello establish as his go-to will always have a place in my heart.

2. Alexander McQueen

-embroidered leather jacket from Ebay (originally Topshop), harness from Amazon, dress from ASOS, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

Alexander McQueen is a brand that is pretty much universally liked, from the historically extravagant and groundbreaking shows the man himself put together to Sarah Burton’s more toned down but still beautiful collections. Obviously I didn’t attempt to do justice to the former, so I tried my hand at putting together a look inspired by Sarah’s blend of delicate femininity and nomadic edge, and it went...okay? Like it’s definitely not my favourite of all the looks because it does give off slightly cheap copycat vibes buuut outside of the context of this lookbook it’s cute.

3. Brock Collection

-boater hat from Ebay, midi skirt from morganogle on Depop, corset top from ownmode_, heels from amybeckett1, bag from Primark-

Brock isn’t as well known a brand as most of the others in this list but I adore everything Laura Vassar Brock does and I couldn’t pass up an opportunity to try and channel the vision of one of the OG pioneers of the cottagecore vibe through my own wardrobe. I mean fr, this woman’s work as a steady provider of meadow photoshoot worthy dresses and corsets and skirts is v slept on and I will not stand for it. I will sit in front of a camera and then write a paragraph in my blog post begging anybody who reads to give LVB (an abbreviation I acknowledge is unlikely to catch on because Lisa Vanderpump anybody?) some form of acknowledgement for her services to period romance novel inspired moodboards everywhere.

4. Marc Jacobs

-coat from House of Sunny, white shirt from Retro World Camden, co-ord from Sugar Thrillz, bag from Poppy Lissiman-

If there’s one thing Marc Jacobs always does, it’s COMMITS. TO. HIS. THEME. I just KNOW he has a secret Pinterest with separate boards for every fashion era of the 20th century and he is putting those boards to good use providing us with collections that are as immersive as they are eclectic year in year out.

5. Miu Miu

-beret from H&M, hair clips from H&M, jewellery from Primark, coat from mollyyemmaa on Depop, shirt from YesStyle, sweater vest from YesStyle, skirt from Depop, diamanté belt from Brandy Melville, shoes from Koi Vegan Footwear-

We all like to talk about Bratz dolls and Monster High dolls and Barbies as fashion inspo but can we all focus on Cabbage Patch dolls for two secs so as to acknowledge the fact that a Miu Miu collection is basically all their fits grown up? And made boujie as fuck? If I want my fix of Wes Anderson meets Scream Queens (what a combo) inspired outfits, if I want prissy and girlish but also glam, if I want to look like a bratty rich girl whose one redeeming quality is her eye for vintage clothes, I know where to look and that is the Miu Miu section of Vogue Runway.

6. Vera Wang

-blazer as in no.1, velvet bralet from catdegaris on Depop, harness from Amazon, skirt from Ebay, knee high socks from Ebay, lace up boots from Ebay-

Vera Wang’s RTW aesthetic, a blend of the ethereal, ultra-feminine bridal designs she’s known for and British style punk rock influences, is something I feel has only become firmly established in recent years but it is everything I ever wanted and more. I always find myself trying to balance the part of me that loves everything girly and delicate and pretty and the part of me that would love to be in a biker gang and Vera’s collections are always an inspirational reminder of just how well it can be done.

7. Burberry

-coat from charity shop, suit from emmafisher3 on Depop, top from simranindia, shirt underneath from Zara, jewellery from ASOS-

Now I’m not gonna lie, I’m not the biggest fan of Burberry but there have been a few looks over the past few years I’ve really liked and as someone who owns numerous trench coats, high necks and way too much plaid, I thought it’d be an easy one to replicate. Plus, if you can count on Riccardo Tisci for nothing else you at least can rely on him giving you some layering inspo which is very much needed in a country where it literally just snowed in April and where my plans for today have just been cancelled because the iPhone weather app did a Karen Smith and didn’t predict rain for today right up until it started raining so thanks for that one British meteorologists. Your incompetence strikes again.

8. Etro

-corset from Urban Outfitters, vinyl trench coat from Topshop, boots from Ebay, black slip dress from kaoanaoleinik on Depop, fur trim afghan coat from louisemarcella-

Like with Brock Collection, Etro isn’t a hugely well known brand, but it is always one of my favourites-to add a spanner into the works of any attempts to cultivate a firm sense of personal style, I live for the ornate Bohemian look that Etro does so well just as much as I love both grungy and girly pieces, and so I really wanted to include a brand whose collections go down that route. It was a toss-up between this and Zimmerman, the flirtier, free spirit counterpart to the dark romance of Veronica Etro’s designs; her vision really shines through the most when it comes to the brand’s winter collections, imo, and given that I live in a country where winter or some weather state resembling it does seem to take up 70% of the year, I did decide on channelling her work rather than that of the equally talented Nicky and Simone Zimmermann this time round.

9. Dolce & Gabbana

-flower crown from ASOS, tiara from Amazon, earrings from YesStyle, dress from alicealderdice1 on Depop, opera gloves from Ebay, boots from Koi Vegan Footwear-

D&G is a brand I felt really conflicted about doing-I don’t include their current collections in my fashion week reviews based on the actions of designers Stefano Gabbana and Domenico Dolce over the last few years because I don’t want to mitigate the collective effort of fashion critics to push them towards irrelevancy. Though people like to claim the brand has turned a corner since Lucio Di Rosa was brought on board as the manager of celebrity and VIP relations last year (they are as prolific a force on red carpet fashion as ever), we haven’t seen any real meaningful apologies or reparations made by Dolce and Gabbana themselves which once again leaves us in the all too familiar quandary of whether or not we can separate the art from the artist especially when it is far too much of a simplification to only credit the two men for their work given there’s a whole design team behind them. There are a LOT of shitty people working in fashion, the whole industry is a bit of a cesspit if we’re honest, but I don’t think that should stop us from at least being able to appreciate old collections if we make sure we aren’t engaging in any kind of promotion of current works whilst doing so. D&G are a brand of high highs and low lows, with looks that range from hideously ugly to showstoppingly beautiful in a single show-when the looks are good, they are GOOD-and their presence in the fashion world is most definitely felt whether we want it to be or not. It would just be shit to refuse to recognise the existence of some real iconic runway moments, the practical work that went into the ornate detail and opulence that helped cement D&Gs place in sartorial history, the styling that’s made goddesses and fairytale queens out of modern day women as they’ve glided down catwalks, the far more extravagant and, let’s be real, sexier version of our world D&G shows have transported us to in the past. Will I talk about D&G ever again? No, and if you Google the scandals their brand has faced over the past few years, there are more than enough reasons why, but just this once I did want to pay homage to some of the collections, the snippets of which I saw on my Tumblr dashboard back when I was about 13, that first got me into fashion.

10. Gucci

-fur coat from Topshop, clips from Zaful, glasses from Ebay, dress from gracewright246 on Depop, shirt from Boohoo, blazer from charity shop-

Now last but, if you ever read any of my fashion week reviews (the likelihood of someone actually having read one of them and reading this is incredibly, incredibly slim lol, I wouldn’t read me either) you’ll know, definitely not least, is Gucci because Alessandro Michele comes through every!! single!! time!!

The man is truly the king of quirky throwback maximalism and it hurts my heart that a lot of people seem to think of it only as a brand associated with ostentatious displays of wealth. Year after year since Michele was made creative director he has released purposeful, fully-fleshed out collections which unravel themselves to us on the runway like time capsules containing the belongings of the rich and whimsical and yes that can sometimes result in outfits which are *ahem* a bit mismatched but it doesn’t matter because through fashion he manages to take us to a vivid version of the past where people could dress as freely and lavishly as they wanted to, into the wardrobe of a person unaffected by the side-eyeing of others. You get the impression he doesn’t design so much as plays around with some kind of enchanted dress up box and takes inspiration from there and to give that impression is only a credit to his talent-to make outfits so kooky and extravagant look like they were meant to be takes a boldness and genuine love for clothes that I do tend to feel a lot of the big name designers have lost in the pursuit of profit and the necessary placating of the dying customer base that keeps that coming in. Of course I'm not for a second saying Gucci does not care about profit, but at the very least, they have on board a creative director who genuinely has fun with what they’re putting out there and wants to make a statement too and that really shows; you can rest on your laurels and sell tweed boucle jackets to rich old white women for eternity but nobody’s going to mention your brand name and the word groundbreaking in the same sentence ever again unless they’re talking about what it was a century ago, you know (mentioning no names...unless...did I hear someone say Chanel)? That feels like such a shady way to end, lol, but I’m sure said brand will survive-to be fair, they’ve been included in every other What I’d Wear to Sit Front Row At video I’ve seen so although I’m always slagging them off for doing the saaaaame thinggggg year after year, for that same reason their aesthetic is instantly recognisable and so will always be a source of imitation. There are obviously pros and cons to being a brand which constantly reinvents itself but I think it’s totally possible to do that whilst maintaining an overall mission, and Alessandro Michele’s work at Gucci demonstrates that with ease.

Anyway, if you got to here, thanks for reading! I know I’m super behind on this whole TikTok trend and I know a Tumblr post instead of a video is a bit of a cop out but all the real, physically awkward ones out there know that watching yourself back is excruciating lmao, so I hope this does the trick. After this, I’m gonna get back to the reviewing S/S21 collections post though knowing me I’ll probs take a few days to get back into that because I feel like since I left full-time education (RIP me going back in a few months) writing continuously like this for any longer than about 15 mins fries what brain cells I have left. Again, thank you for reading and if you are, sending many good vibes your way! Stay safe!

Lauren x

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nyctophilin · 4 years

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Valentines day Collection by NYCTOPHILIN

Hello everyone! We are back at it again after a very short period of time. Our last attempt at having a man model for out female centered brand sparked a lot of controversy in the world. While we have got some bad responses by some insecure men, the overall response has been positive. We are really grateful for your support and as a thank you we are coming back with a new collection on the day when love is the strongest.

Last time we had Bang Chan model 3 of our lingerie pieces and his involvement brought us a lot more male idols interested in modeling for us this time around. So of course we could not refuse them when their managers came begging us to let them model for this new collection.

Now, be prepared to be blown away by this new collection that will make you fall in love with your loved one all over again...and will bring you some fun as well.

Chan

Bang Chan made us the pleasure of coming again to model for us and this time he seemed more eager than ever. Looks like he is really starting to embrace his femininity and be confident enough as to walk outside in a bra.

This time around Mr. Bang modeled a series of bodysuits and corsets for us and we think he looked absolutely amazing, but we want to hear your opinion too. P.S.: you better hold that jaw so you don’t loose it when you see him ;).

“This piece makes me feel like a strong worrier queen” - Bang Chan for @lost-midnight-flower

“Wearing this is so exciting because no one knows that is there unless I want them to. ;)” - Bang Chan for @jisungseyebrows

“All I am missing are a pair of bunny ears and a bunny tail and I can model for PlayBoy.” - Bang Chan for @acheesedoodle

Minho

Lee Know is one of Chan’s group mates and told us that he was very jeaous that we didn’t choose him to model for us last time. So we made sure to give him a nice corset and bra to advertise this time. ;)

“I feel so sexy dancing in this.” - Lee Know for @bangchanz

“Not only did it support my honka donkas, but it also kept me warm.” - Lee Know for @and-you-found-me

Changbin

Another member of StrayKids came begging to let him model something for us. This cutie showed shyness at first, but he was very eager to work so we put him in a nice corset that matched both his attitude and looks.

“This is so tight that I rap even faster in it so I can take it off faster.” - Changbin for @runalongwith-skz

Hyunjin

We all know that Hyunjin is a certified thot so when he came to us it was not exactly a surprise. He was very flexible to work with an was willing to model anything for us. But we decided to take him easy at first and only made him model a few corsets.

“I don’t know how I was feeling sexy before wearing those.” - Hyunjin for @starry-paris

“I kind of wish I did not had that shirt underneath so I could flex my amazing tits.” - Hyunjin for @na-na3

Han

When this cutie came to us we were a little bit surprised, but who were we to stand in front of his wishes. So we made him strip and put on a bra and body suit so he could get to modeling.

“This strappy bra makes me so sexy, I would date myself if it was possible.” - Han for @lbxgsunshine

“My b*lls were kind of compressed in this, but I have never felt better in my life,” - Han for @sunqissedhyunnie

Felix

I suppose that by now we all know the sunshine of StrayKids. However, we all also know that is not just cute. So Felix put a tough attitude for us and modeled that corset like no one else could.

“You can’t see my abs through this, you might be able to see it later. ;)” - Felix - @blueprint-han

I.N

The babybread of StrayKids has kind of been a toast lately and we decided not to compress this side of him. So we gave him a sexy corset and let him be the thot he was always meant to be.

“If you still consider me a baby after this then you are in for a surprise.” - I.N. for @yanjeongs

Johnny

You can not spell thot without Johnny for NCT. Mr. Seo was very comfortable in taking his shirt off for us and wearing some of our sexiest bras. I think you all will love the results.

“The boys from the race laughed at me, but then I won anyway while still looking sexier than them.” Johnny for @childofhelios

“Felt so hot that I had to unbutton my shirt to let my tits breath.” - Johnny for @marblesmarbles

Jungkook

We were stunned when Jungkook showed up to our door. Why would he want to model something from us? But then he said that it has been his career dream to model for us so we gave him the sexiest bra we had and made him go to work.

“Thank God my nipples are covered, I am kind of shy about them showing.” Jungkook for @jungkooksbroski

Yeonjun

Yeonjun is Jungkook’s younger label mate and they came together. Why would his label allow him to model for a lingerie brand? But who are we to stand in the way of capitalism? An since he is the newest from them all as an idol, we gave him a modest corset.

“I am determined to model the thotiest bra you have next time!” Yeonjun for @coco-riki

Well everyone. These were all the idols we had in store for today. We hope that you enjoyed our Valentine’s Day collection and that you will think of buying it. Until next time, au revoir!

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Huh, I am sorry I am kind of late! I did not felt that good yesterday from various reasons and I couldn’t finish it. This is literally the first thing I did this morning. I hope everyone had an amazing Valentine’s Day and know that if no one was there to love you, I loved you in my head. Now enjoy those sexy edits! :)))))

#I did it again #again....you can cancel me for this #but you won't cause you lil thots like them as well smh #enjoy this #and we are not tagging it in the general tags because I am embarrassed lol #pearl talks

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stayextrafrosty · 4 years

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I’m Dying for a Taste of You

Summary: Alex Manes is a vampire hunter tasked with hunting down rogues who kill humans. His next target is Michael Guerin. Known to sometimes over-indulge at the blood balls and was placed at the most recent scene by witnesses. But this might be more than Alex bargained for. Top Michael. Bottom Alex. Alex POV. PLEASE READ WARNINGS

A/N: I just wanted an excuse to have the two of them flirt while a weapon is pressed between them. Because reasons. I’ve left this open for continuation but I want to finish my other AU before starting a whole new one. There are the beginnings of a plot but this truly is just porn. Cute ending though.

Warnings: Please be aware that the kinks featured in here get intense. Light masochism, biting, blood drinking, overstimulation, marking/claiming, Dom/sub, Predator/prey, possessive behavior. There are some soft moments but it is very much a rough and dirty sex fest. Read at your own discretion.

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Alex was no stranger to the smell of blood but this place made even him want to gag. Scantily clad men and women wandered around shamelessly, blood dripping from various wounds on their body. More power to them he supposed but how anyone could enjoy being sucked within an inch of their life by a vampire was beyond him.

Blood balls were the equivalent of drug dens. Except these were technically legal. Alex looked back at the police officers positioned at the doors and around the room. No one was supposed to die here but someone clearly missed that memo.

He knew he was overdressed. As a donor at least. He wanted to cover as much of his skin as possible without drawing suspicion. He didn’t need his target sniffing him out before he had time to take the shot. Not to mention he needed to keep his gun concealed. There was also a retractable knife slid into the side of his boot.

He looked down into his glass, the whiskey inside colored red from the lights surrounding him. He hadn’t seen his target yet. Then again, maybe he was already here, back in one of the private rooms drinking and being sucked off by his next victim.

“Hey there. You must be new,” a sweet, feminine voice said. He looked up as the young woman sat across from him. Her corset pushed her boobs up in a way he was sure drove any straight or bi man crazy. Long blonde hair and bright blue eyes. Tall, slender. She was beautiful. Or at least she was until he noticed the blood dribbling from the side of her lips.

“Sorry. I’m just observing today,” he said shyly, hoping it would get her to go away.

“Oh honey. Careful with that one. Remember where you are.” How could he forget. Her nails tapped on the table a couple times before she grinned at him, flashing her fangs. She made her way around the table to stand in front of him.

“Just a tip, the best way to know if you’re into this or not, is to jump right in. I’d be happy to go easy on you. Or, if I’m not your type… I know some sweet guys who would treat you right.”

His shoulders tensed. Not that this was a place where he should be nervous about being gay. Most vampires didn’t seem to care one way or another. The woman leaned in close, the smell of her perfume covering the blood pretty well.

“I also recommend leaving that gun tucked away,” she teased. His eyes darted around the room, checking to see if anyone heard her. But if she noticed, chances are the others did too. Was his cover blown before he even started the mission?

“Maybe you can help me then.” She raised an eyebrow. “I’m looking for a rogue vampire. He’s been killing women he takes home from this place.” She hummed and looked around.

“Does this vampire have a name or are you throwing around baseless claims, hunter.” Her voice was still sweet but there was an edge now. The nails on her fingers could almost certainly rip his throat out before he had time to react.

“The suspect is named Michael Guerin. Do you know him?” She barked out a laugh.

“You must be delusional. Michael wouldn’t hurt anyone. In fact, no one at this club does that kind of thing. If they do, we dispose of them ourselves.” He was taken aback. The woman played with the edge of her corset.

“I recommend you get out of here. You won’t find what you’re looking for,” she said, crossing her arms. He clenched his fists and stood slowly.

“I’m sorry for disturbing you.”

He turned and ran into a hard chest that didn’t budge. He gazed into golden brown eyes. A sharp jaw and a scruff that clearly hadn’t been shaved in days. A crown of curls sat atop his head and a lazy grin sat on his lips.

His shirt had the sleeves rolled up and buttons left undone. There was an unmistakable red stain covering the shirt. His slacks hung low, button and zipper left open. Alex wanted to drool at the sight. He mentally scolded himself. There was nothing attractive about a vampire.

“Someone looking for me?” His voice warmed Alex in places he knew it shouldn’t have. This was his target. “Should we go to my private room? I don’t want you to be uncomfortable on your first time,” he said, shamelessly looking Alex up and down. His cheeks warmed and he couldn’t think of anything to say.

“Careful there brother. He’s a hunter,” the woman said.

“Thanks Izzy. I got this. I think that beautiful girl I saw you flirting with earlier is waiting.” Alex assumed she left. He couldn’t take his eyes of Michael. He must be using a charm of some sort. It was the only explanation. He was a professional damnit.

Alex shook his head and broke eye contact with him. Not all vampires could control minds that way but it was better safe than sorry.

“Please. Follow me,” Michael said, turning away from him. Alex’s head jerked up to watch him go. He shouldn’t follow. It was safer surrounded by people. But he was inviting him to be in close quarters, making it easier to kill him.

The two of them walked away from the slow throbbing music. They passed a couple. A man leaned over another, licking up the blood that had run down the other’s chest. The man being fed on was clearly into it. Their moans were vulgar and Alex turned away from them. How could anyone just do that in front of others?

Michael led him to a door, even going as far as to open it for him. He wanted to reach for his gun but pulling to early would compromise the mission. He had to wait until his guard was down. Vampires enter an intoxicated like state after feeding. That was his opening. If he had to spill a bit of blood to complete the mission then he would.

The door led to a long hall with several doors lining the walls all the way down. Michael walked down about halfway before stopping in front of another door. It had his name scrawled on a golden plaque.

“I’m afraid you’re going to have to give me your gun mister hunter. I’m sure you can understand why. I’d hate to have to kill you before we get a chance to talk so best to just comply.” Alex met his stare for a brief moment before reaching inside his leather jacket to the holster for his gun.

He handed it over cautiously, praying that he didn’t just shoot him. Then again, Michael liked to drain his victims. There was never a single drop of spilled blood on the scene. Michael smiled and stepped inside the room. Alex followed him in and looked around.

The lighting in here was more normal though it still had a red tint. A loveseat sat to the side and a bed in the middle of the room, headboard pressed against a wall. Alex didn’t know what to do. The bed was too intimate. The loveseat reminded him too much of a casting couch from porn.

Michael fiddled with glasses at a small bar filled with various hard liquor and wine. He set the gun down next to an open bottle of bourbon. He must have been pretty confident to think that Alex couldn’t get it back from there.

“Well don’t just stand there. The bed and couch are cleaned between visitors.” Michael handed him a glass. He wasn’t going to drink it.

“I just have some questions for you. It wont take long,” he said.

“The first thing you say to me is a promise that I won’t get to enjoy this for long? Tell me, do you like to torture men?” Alex rolled his eyes but as hard as he tried, his flirting was getting to him.

“I just want to know if you’ve seen this girl,” he pulled the folded photo from his pocket and handed it to Michael. He looked at it for a moment and then shook his head.

“Can’t say that I have. Then again I don’t keep track of every person that comes here. And some guests opt to wear masks if you hadn’t noticed.” He had noticed. Which made this even harder. But this man had to be the killer. He was placed at multiple scenes by witnesses.

“How often do you leave with your food for the night,” he said, letting his disgust sneak through.

“Oh, I see. I’m a suspect.” Michael let out a heavy sigh, not seeming bothered by his comment in the slightest. He seemed more disappointed than defensive.

“Just answer the question,” Alex ordered. Michael’s nose twitched. He was moving into dangerous territory. This man could easily kill him if he wasn’t prepared. He shouldn’t be trying to piss him off but he couldn’t stop himself.

“For your information. We have rules.” He stepped closer. “We don’t leave with the donors. They all leave first.” Another step. “And we stay behind.” He was just a few inches away. “It’s also frowned upon to seek out donors outside of blood balls.” Alex’s breath hitched in his throat as he leaned in. Michael cursed under his breath and let out a heavy sigh. The tips of his fangs reflected the light.

“I don’t think you know how good you smell,” he muttered. Alex felt his cheeks flush. He tried backing up but his legs hit the loveseat, making him stumble back on it instead. Michael hovered over him, placing his hands on either side of his head. Alex couldn’t sink any farther into the couch.

Michael placed a knee between his legs on the couch, leaning into him. His eyes showed hunger and lust. Alex tried to squash down his own excitement. It was fucked up. He shouldn’t be feeling this way. He should be repulsed. But his body just wouldn’t listen.

Not wanting to ruin his jacket (at least that’s what he told himself) he shrugged it off and tossed it to the side. His heart raced when Michael groaned and ran his tongue over his teeth.

“I knew you liked teasing. I promise to be gentle.” Alex gripped the couch as his head moved to the crook of his neck. He tried to stay still but he wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around him and pull him closer. Michael’s breath tickled his neck. “You can ask me to stop,” he said, voice shaking with need.

He wanted to. He didn’t want to.

This man was a murderer and he needed to end this before he was the next victim. Alex stamped down his desire and shoved Michael back. He wished he could have appreciated the surprise on his face longer.

He grabbed the knife in his boot, flicking the blade open. He tackled the vampire to the ground, straddling his hips, knife pressed to his neck. Michael just laughed and watched him.

“Now that you have me like this what exactly do you intend to do?”

“You will die here. You didn’t show mercy to those girls and I refuse to show mercy to you!” He pressed the blade into his skin, drawing a line of blood. This was it. All he had to do was pull and he would die. At least long enough to put a bullet in his head.

So why did he fucking hesitate?

“One second too long hunter.”

He was flung back. Or rather carried by Michael. His back hit the wall, knocking the air from his lungs. His hand wrapped firmly around his neck. Michael snarled at him, fangs on full display for Alex to see. He twisted the knife from his grip.

“Kill me if you want! There’ll just be more,” Alex threatened. Michael traced the point of the knife down Alex’s face, never pressing hard enough to draw blood. He shook his head.

“I don’t want to kill you. It would be a waste of a beautiful face.” he responded. His eyes flicked down. “Your body is far better suited for pleasure.” He knew he was blushing. What was this game they were playing? He dragged the knife over his neck and down his chest. His muscles tensed and he hated the way his cock responded. This had to be a spell.

“You don’t know shit about me! It’s not real pleasure if you have to put someone under a spell.” Michael’s eye twitched with annoyance. He pulled the knife away and released his grip on his throat.

What the hell?

“I don’t use that shit. It’s better if they actually want it.” He paused and shook his head. “I didn’t hurt those girls either. But you’re going to believe what you want.”

Michael turned away from him and moved back to where he had set the gun down. He picked it up after retracting the blade of the knife. He walked back to stand in front of Alex, holding out both weapons in front of him.

“Just leave hunter.” He took the gun and knife from him, wide eyed. They never taught them what to do when the vampire gives the weapons back. Especially not with a face that looked so crushed. Michael was back to pouring himself another drink

“Alex,” he found himself saying. Michael’s head turned slightly.

“What?”

“My name is Alex. So you can stop calling me ‘Hunter.’”

“Why tell me? We’re never going to see each other again,” he said with a humorless laugh.

“Well that would be a shame,” Alex joked back without thinking.

He wanted to eat his words. For a second he forgot he was dealing with a vampire. He didn’t want to flirt with him. But the way the muscles in his back flexed at his words made it hard to regret. He watched his hands grip the bar, knuckles turning white.

“Leave Alex. Or I might do something you don’t want.”

Alex should leave. He knows it. But that look was so lost. So broken. And so familiar. He’d seen that look on himself in the mirror. He dropped his weapons on the couch, watching Michael’s shoulders jump at the sudden noise.

He took slow cautious steps toward the vampire, watching his breathing grow more erratic with every step.

“Please, don’t come any closer,” he begged. Alex stopped. He was close enough to touch him but didn’t want to upset him further. “I told you that you smelled good. That was an extreme understatement.” Alex stood there quietly for a moment, heart racing.

“What do I smell like,” he asked quietly. Michael let out a strained whine.

“Like fucking heaven. Vanilla, leather, alcohol and about a million other things. I can hear your heart racing you know. I’m scared that if I were to taste you, it would never be enough.” Alex swallowed.

“Why?” Michael spun around and stepped into his personal space, their noses nearly touching. His fangs were fully extended

“Because I can tell. You’re blood would be like top shelf drugs. There’s other vamps out there that can smell you and are pissed they can’t have you. Don’t let any vampire have you, understand? Claiming would be inevitable.”

He had only heard the most basic information about a vampires claim. They usually did it with another vampire but sometimes they would claim a human. It was the equivalent of marriage. He didn’t know much about the actual process.

“I understand.”

Michael stepped back again, running his hands over his face, probably trying to make his fangs go away. Alex knew that wasn’t easy. Once they had been pushed that far, it was either feed or starve until you can distract yourself from it. Like an even worse form of blue balls.

The thing was. If Alex left right now, Michael would go back out there and find some other donor to satisfy him. The thought made him clench his fists. Why was he jealous? It wasn’t like Michael was his. He didn’t want anyone to drink his blood. Even if it was someone as beautiful as Michael.

Alex turned away from him to grab his jacket and weapons. They would never see each other again after tonight. He would keep looking into the deaths of the girls. But he knew for certain it wasn’t Michael. He picked up his jacket and held it on his arm. He looked down at the knife. Then the gun. Then the knife again. He dropped his jacket.

He picked up the blade and flicked it open.

Am I really going to do this?

Yes. He was. He pressed the blade to the pad of his hand. He sliced.

The knife was flung out of his hand and he was pressed against the wall once again. Michael’s eyes were filled with fury and hunger. Heat shot straight down to his groin.

“What the fuck are you doing? I just said—”

“Drink.” Blood dripped down his arm. Michael’s eyes were wide and desperate.

“Alex,” he groaned.

He pushed his hand closer to his face. Michael just turned away. Fighting every natural instinct he should have. Alex pulled his hand back, pressing his own mouth to his wound. His blood was warm and tasted coppery. Though he knew it would be different for Michael.

Michael gasped like he was in pain. Maybe he was. Either way he didn’t hold Alex down hard enough to restrict his movements. He lifted his non-bleeding hand to turn Michael toward him again. Their eyes met briefly. Alex leaned in slowly, wanting to give him the option to back out.

The blood on his lips should have repulsed him. Yet he was finding that none of this was repulsing if it was Michael. Their mouths pressed together. Michael tried to keep his tongue from licking at the blood on his mouth but it was no use.

A shudder ran through Michael. Then he was yanking Alex flush against him, tongue driving past his lips to taste his own. Alex whimpered as his fangs grazed over his bottom lip. Suddenly he was laying on the bed, Michael positioned between his legs and hovering over him.

“I’m sorry,” he said desperately. He leaned to lick up the blood that had dripped and Alex’s hips rolled of their own accord. Michael groaned, pressing his hips against Alex in return.

Michael sealed his mouth over the cut, tongue running over the shallow wound and sucking gently. His teeth scraped but never pierced skin. Alex pushed his shirt off one shoulder and Michael yanked his arm out and the other followed. He tossed it somewhere in the room and moaned when Alex ran his hand over his torso.

He watched Michael in awe. It looked like he was kissing his hand. It was beautiful.

After a minute or so, Michael pulled away, a drop of blood still on his lips. Alex leaned up to kiss him again, wrapping an arm around his neck. His hands found the hem of his t-shirt and pulled up. They broke apart to toss it away as well.

Their skin moved against one another so easily, like they were made for this. For each other.

Michael broke the kiss again, resting his forehead against Alex’s. His teeth still hadn’t retracted. Alex, stroked his face softly. Then he turned his head to the side, exposing his neck.

“Fuck Alex. I said don’t let anyone have you. That includes me,” he said, tracing his fingers over his pulse point. His mouth may as well have been watering.

“But you need it don’t you?” Alex glanced back at him, angling his head further, encouraging him. Michael pressed his mouth against his neck, licking slowly. He kissed and sucked but never bit him. Alex rolled his hips again.

“I can find another donor. I won’t hurt you,” Michael pleaded. His voice was strained. It was taking everything he had to resist. A stab of pain in his heart. He shoved Michael back and grabbed his face, forcing him to meet his eyes.

“I don’t want you to find another donor.” His eyes flashed red, bloodlust taking over him. Alex leaned in close, pressing a hard, fast kiss to his mouth. He wasn’t afraid. This beast could kill him but he wasn’t afraid. He dragged his lips down Michael’s jaw and neck until he got to his pulse point. Then he bit.

Alex was yanked fully onto the bed, arms pinned above him. He couldn’t move even if he wanted to. Pure power rolled off Michael in waves. Alex knew the dangers of triggering bloodlust but he did it anyway. He wanted it more than anything. Wanted Michael to just take what he needed. But he knew, somewhere in the back of his mind, Michael wouldn’t hurt him either.

“You want this, Hunter? Fine. But we do it my way.” He laughed, burying his face against his neck, teeth scratching gently. Alex’s jeans were too tight and he wanted nothing more than to have them ripped off of him. Literally. “Never thought I’d see the day a hunter would beg for it like this,” he teased.

“Shut up and kiss me before I change my mind,” he ordered. Michael just shook his head, leaning close.

“Bossy, bossy.” He kissed him again. All the vampires he had interacted with until now had been almost cool to the touch. But Michael… he was as warm as Alex. Maybe it was the bloodlust or the desire but fuck if he didn’t love it.

He dug his nails into his back, pulling him in. Other guys he had been with hadn’t been into that but vampires were different. They lived for the pain. Or rather, as he was learning, the line between pain and pleasure.

Michael moaned and nipped at his bottom lip. This time though, he let his fang catch, letting a drop of blood form before licking it away. His body shuddered at the taste. Alex didn’t know how he could be turned on but if he went to hell for the things he was feeling right now, then it would all be worth it.

Michael released his arms, dragging his hands down his body to the waistband of his jeans. His nimble fingers undid the button and zipper, yanking them down quickly. He broke the kiss again, making Alex whimper from the loss of contact.

“Patient hunter. I know you can be.” The nickname was no longer filled with suspicion and annoyance. Rather it sent another shot of need to his hard dick.

Michael went to pull his jeans completely off but stopped short of his knee. Alex froze. In all the tension and fighting, he had completely forgotten about his missing leg. He had never been so gone to forget that. What was this man doing to him? He looked down at Michael, worried this would make him stop all together.

“On or off?” It was such a simple question. But the fact that he had asked, while still very much in bloodlust had Alex relaxing back against the bed again.

“I can move better with it on. But if you want it off so you can have your wicked way with me…” Michael laughed and pressed his head against Alex’s thigh, nuzzling him.

“If you’ll let me, I’ll take care of you,” he assured. Alex nodded and sat up, beginning the process of removing the prosthetic. Michael moved to a different part of his body. He crawled around behind Alex and was kissing his shoulders, hands roaming all over his biceps and torso.

Alex tried to not get distracted but damn that mouth. His tongue darted out every now and then, wetting his skin. When he finally got it off along with the sock, Michael took it from him gently, setting it on the floor.

He resumed his attention on his shoulders and neck. Alex relaxed against him, whimpering sounds slipping from his mouth. Michael had found his pulse point again and was paying special focus on that one spot. His hands wandered down to his underwear and the very noticeable bulge. Alex groaned when he cupped him through the fabric. Michael didn’t tease long before he had pulled him out of the constricting material, rubbing him slowly.

“Fuck,” Alex sighed out. He felt Michael’s grin on his neck. Alex reached behind him, tangling his fingers in the beautiful curls, pressing his mouth over his artery. This pulled a moan from Michael.

“I’m dying for a taste of you. Please, can I have you,” he begged. Alex felt his teeth again and his cock jumped in anticipation.

“Yes,” he breathed out.

Michael didn’t go straight in like he thought he would. He pulled away from his neck, a tight control on his movements. He readjusted so that he sat behind Alex, legs on either side, body pressed flush against Alex’s. His slacks did nothing to hide his obvious arousal and it pressed against Alex’s lower back.

“Lean back against me and relax as much as you can,” he ordered gently. His hand continued stroking him, though it was more a second thought. Alex did as he was told, running his hands over what he could reach of Michael’s arms.

Michael’s free hand held his jaw gently, tilting his head to the side. He locked his lips over the spot again but still didn’t bite. He sucked and massaged with his tongue, serving only to work Alex up, making him thrust into the hand still wrapped around his cock. When he was satisfied, he pulled away, speaking low next to Alex’s ear.

“This might hurt at first. But it’ll get better. Trust me.” And he did. Alex didn’t know why, but he did.

Michael licked his neck again. Desire coiled in his stomach. A light pinch, then a throbbing pain. He gasped as Michael’s teeth sunk into him. His first instinct was to yank himself away but the warmth spreading throughout his body called for a different reaction.

His hand found its way into Michael’s curls again, holding him in place. His eyes fluttered shut, getting lost in the feeling of having Michael attached to his neck. He felt more than heard him groan. His hips jerked up into his hand again.

The dizziness set in quick, as though he had been drugged. Every part of his body felt like a nerve ending and all he wanted was Michael’s hands everywhere. The hand wrapped around his cock stroked with more purpose. Alex moaned loudly, not caring if anyone heard. Maybe even wanting people to hear.

He could feel Michael’s tongue licking at his neck where the blood dripped. His hips stuttered, struggling to keep up with the pace Michael set. Alex cursed and tugged on his hair. Desire twisted in his stomach and every muscle in his body flexed.

His orgasm hit harder than he expected. His back arched away from Michael though he was held in place. White stripes spurt over his torso and Michael’s hand. His body shuddered as he kept working him, overstimulating to the point of pain.

“Fuck! Michael…” he gasped out. He felt Michael detach from his throat. He pressed his tongue to the wounds, slowing the bleeding. He released his cock, running his hands up over his torso and through the cum. Alex whimpered at the touches. Every nerve in his body screamed for more while simultaneously making him want to run away for a bit of relief.

The waves kept rolling through his body, as though he hadn’t come down from his orgasm. He dug his fingers into Michael’s head and twisted his other hand into the sheets. The small moans only seemed to urge Michael on. He ran his hands over every part of Alex he could reach. He pressed gentle kisses to his neck.

“Shh… it’ll pass. Just relax,” he whispered to him.

“What… did you… do…” Alex panted out as his cock attempted to reharden.

“It’s my venom. I use it to take away the pain.”

Vampire venom. Sold on the black market as a party drug. When used in excess, it can put someone out for almost a day. In small doses, an aphrodisiac. When injected straight into the bloodstream…

“Fuck I feel everything… it’s too much, damnit!”

“It’ll wear off in a couple minutes. I’ll let you go until then.” Michael released him. He moved fluidly, not even brushing against Alex as he got off the bed. Alex scratched at his skin. He reached in the direction of the vampire. His fingers brushed against strong abs.

He refocused his eyes and took in the beautiful sight of him. His slacks still hung low and open. Enough that Alex could tell he didn’t have any underwear on. His muscles tensed under his fingers. He dragged his gaze up his body and finally landed on his face. Blood dripped from his lips and his pupils were dilated. His teeth had retracted so they only looked slightly longer than normal.

Alex grabbed his wrist, pulling him back onto the bed and on top of him. Michael let his surprise show when Alex grabbed him and kissed him. He hesitated at first but soon he was kissing Alex with all of his pent up need.

Alex grabbed his slacks, yanking them down to free his cock. He needed Michael inside him. Prep be damned.

“Fuck me. I need you to fuck me,” he pleaded, trying to pull him closer. He kicked off his own underwear in the process. Michael groaned and kissed him again. Alex felt the prick of his teeth.

“Damnit,” he cursed, pulling away from the kiss and hiding his face. Alex had caught the briefest glimpse of his teeth. Alex reached up to pull the hand away from his mouth. The teeth were already back. “I knew you would be a fucking addiction. I’ve had you and now... It doesn’t help when you say things that make me want to claim you,” he growled as he nuzzled against his shoulder. Alex’s heart flipped. He knew it shouldn’t have but this man turned out to be an addiction for him too.

“I need you Michael,” he mumbled again, taking his hand and dragging it down his body. His cock was half hard again. He was ready. Michael felt this and gave a low laugh.

“Who am I to deny you, hunter?” Michael was gone for less than a second before he was settling between Alex’s thighs, a bottle of lube in his hand.

Michael kissed his thighs as he coated two fingers with lube. Alex tried to keep as still as possible but the venom still working its way through his system had him thrusting toward wherever Michael touched him.

Michael rubbed around his puckered hole, the cool temperature of the lube a startling contrast to his own body. He pushed himself up on his elbows so he could watch Michael. The sweat that had formed on his neck rolled down his chest.

“Fuck, you smell even sweeter down here. But I feel like you’ll be pissed if I mark you up too much,” he said, nuzzling the soft inside of his thigh. He pressed a finger inside him, moving slowly. Teasing.

Alex let out a strained moan, the sound catching in his throat. He had to know what he was doing. How drawing this out drove him so crazy. He’d always been a patient person but with Michael, it wasn’t fast enough. He grabbed Michael’s hair, forcing him to look up at him.

“Mark me up as much as you want. But move your damn fingers faster or I might kill you,” he threatened. A sinful smirk grew on his face.

“You really know how to get a guy going,” he teased back. Alex would have responded but the finger that had been teasing him curved up, pressing against his prostate. His head rolled back as he released Michael’s hair and a second finger pushed in with the first.

The damned things fucked him open as he felt Michael’s tongue on his thigh. A quick nip then the sharp pinch of his teeth. The pain was hardly there compared to the first bite. The warmth that had been subsiding roared back to an inferno. His brain didn’t know what to focus on.

Michael decided for him as he scissored his fingers and began pushing a third in. He massaged the muscles, rubbing against Alex’s prostate more with every thrust. He was close again. Twice in less than ten minutes. It had to be a record. For him at least.

“Gunna… come…” He mumbled out. His hips moved with the thrusting of his fingers, forcing them deeper. Michael groaned and lifted the leg he was attached to over his shoulder, opening Alex up and giving him a better angle.

Michael seemed to bite down harder, sending a sting of pain through him. The not unwelcome feeling made his cock jump. He panted, reaching down to tangle his fingers in Michael’s hair again. He cursed as the fingers buried inside him spread him open. They twisted and curled to press against all the right places.

It was the press of a fourth finger that sent him spiraling over the edge again. His vision went white as it pushed in with the others. A choked sob ripped from his throat as his hips jerked, adding to the mess covering his torso. Alex fell to the bed, back arching as he gripped the sheets and Michael’s hair.

He felt Michael detach himself from his thigh, licking at the wounds to stop the bleeding. He pulled his fingers out of Alex’s ass slowly, careful to not press against any more sensitive areas. Alex’s head was spinning. Was it the orgasm or the loss of blood?

His hand fell from Michael’s hair as he crawled up his body, hovering over him. Alex’s half lidded eyes let him take in the beautiful man. He looked every bit like a predator deciding how to kill its prey. The blood that ran down his jaw and neck only made Alex want him more. He belonged to this man now. There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind.

Michael leaned in close, nuzzled the side of his neck that he hadn’t bit. Alex whimpered as his head rolled to the side. He would let this man kill him if he wanted. Michael exhaled a laugh, pressing soft kisses to his jaw and over his cheek. A gentle finger turned Alex’s head back to face him. Michael kissed him gently.

“No more. Don’t need you passing out from blood loss.” He brushed a piece of hair off Alex’s forehead, smiling sweetly. “You ok?”

Alex didn’t know if he could give an answer. He felt more than ok but also very obviously not thinking clearly. His body burned from the venom but he found that it wasn’t like before. He wasn’t desperate for more but Michael’s hands on his body were a welcome feeling rather than a painful one.

“I think so. What did you do,” he asked slowly when he found his words again.

“I took back some of the venom. While another vampire might be able to handle going a third round right away, I’m well aware you’re just a human,” he joked, rolling off and propping himself up on his elbow.

Alex looked over at him in all his naked glory. He was still rock hard and Alex felt bad that he hadn’t gotten off yet.

“You saying I’m not as good as another vampire,” he teased half-heartedly. Michael rolled his eyes and leaned in, speaking low against his ear.

“You far surpass any vampire. But if you were one… I could fuck you all night.” His heart hammered in his chest. Michael’s fingers traced patterns over his arm and torso, placing featherlight kisses to the spot under his ear and his jaw.

“You’re saying you want to turn me?” Michael froze in his movements, his body tensing.

“Careful Alex. Even suggesting it - especially when I’m high on you - the temptation is there. The idea of having you with me forever… fuck I want it. But you don’t deserve that kind of life.”

His heart skipped a beat. The idea didn’t exactly make him cringe or feel disgusted. Anything to keep this man next to him. His brain wasn’t in a right state and he knew it. As much as he wanted to believe it was.

He didn’t respond to the words. Just turned to face the vampire. He pushed him to his back slowly, pressing kisses to his collarbone and moving down his torso. Michael sighed happily, gently running his hand through Alex’s hair.

He nipped at the muscles on his sides, earning him a mixture of laughs and quiet moans. Alex wrapped his hand around his hard cock, rubbing slowly as he kissed his abs and down to his hips.

“Fuck Alex,” he breathed out. He felt himself grin. He moved and licked the head of his cock. Michael groaned and rolled his hips slightly. Alex took him into his mouth, using his hand to control how deep he went. The weight was heavy on his tongue and the salty taste made him moan. He hadn’t given head in a long time and he was remembering why he loved it so much. Then again, maybe it was just Michael.

Alex moved his tongue to massage the length of him. Michael rocked his hips slowly, never rushing him, just petting his head softly. He occasionally pulled but never hard. Alex relaxed his jaw, taking in more of him every downstroke. The head eventually hit the back of his throat. He held him there for a moment, loving the feel of him throbbing in his mouth.

Alex looked up at Michael through his eyelashes. He groaned and his hips jerked, making Alex gag slightly.

“Your mouth is a sin, hunter. I don’t know how long I can keep from fucking it.” The words sent desire straight to his cock. Though he wasn’t quite ready to have Michael abusing his ass again, he could at least give him a good blowjob.

Alex moaned around his cock, removing the hand wrapped around the base to run over his thighs. He dug his nails into the soft skin and scratched. Michael’s hips jerked again but he didn’t gag this time.

“You want me to fuck your mouth? Use you? Take what I want?” Alex groaned at the thought. That was exactly what he wanted. Michael pulled him off his cock. He released him with a wet pop and smirked at the vampire. He shook his head before climbing off the bed and standing at the edge.

“Lay down you damn brat.” Alex positioned himself on his stomach in front of him. He looked up at him, waiting for instructions. Michael ran a hand through his hair and down his face, looking at him almost lovingly.

“Tap my leg twice if it’s too much.” Alex nodded. “Words,” he ordered. Alex shuddered at the demanding tone.

“Ok.” Michael smiled and leaned down, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He pulled back slightly, still close enough for their lips to touch when he spoke.

“Now open your mouth and look at me the whole time.” Alex watched him as he stood up. He opened his mouth as ordered, waiting for any further requests. There were none as the fingers in his hair tugged gently and Michael was slipping his dick into his mouth.

Alex wanted to let his eyes close to focus on the feeling of him but he didn’t want to disobey him. Somehow he thought he might regret it. Michael moaned and started rocking his hips, slowly at first. He did the same as Alex had done earlier, working himself all the way in as to not choke him. Though Alex wouldn’t have minded it.

Michael hit the back of his throat and he shuddered at the feeling. His fingers tightened in his hair and he thrust his hips forward. Michael moaned and did it again. Curses tumbled from his lips as he fucked into his mouth. Alex groaned around him, causing his hips to stutter in their rhythm. Alex’s eyes fluttered shut.

“Look at me.” The order was practically growled at him. His eyes popped open and Michael forced his cock deep, triggering his gag reflex again. He gripped Michael’s thighs, attempting to control his thrusts. Unsuccessfully.

Michael thrust into him hard and fast. His own cock was starting to feel neglected and he rubbed himself against the sheets, looking for friction. Michael laughed and smirked above him, never faltering in his movements

“Is your cock hard already? You’re so fucking good for me. I don’t know how I’ll ever let you go. Maybe I won’t.” Alex moaned again, rocking his own hips. Michael panted above him, watching him the whole time.

Alex glanced down at his slightly elongated canines. They weren’t like before but Alex knew he was craving something. He met his gaze again and Michael growled placing a hand over his eyes.

“Don’t look at me like that.” Alex didn’t know what he saw but he didn’t have time to dwell. Michael’s thrusts were losing their pattern, getting deeper and harder.

Then he was calling out. Moaning loudly and shoving himself to the back of Alex’s throat. Hot spurts coated his mouth as he swallowed as best he could. The throbbing against his tongue had his own hips picking up speed. He was past the point of caring that he was dry humping the bed like a teenager.

Michael pulled away and was hauling Alex up to his knees, crushing his mouth to his. His tongue darted out to taste himself. Michael wrapped his arms around his waist, keeping most of his weight off his legs. Alex groaned at the pressure of his cock being trapped between them, pressing against Michael’s abs.

“You’re so sexy... So responsive… Drives me crazy,” he punctuated each phrase with a kiss. Alex took his face in his hands, running his fingers over the stubble. He pressed his forehead against Michael’s, just breathing him in. He smelled like rain. He ran his thumb over his lips, and when Michael’s mouth opened, slipped one inside.

He brushed it over his tongue and back out. He did it again, this time pausing to catch his thumb over one fang. Michael took in a shaky breath, as though this was the most intimate thing they had done since meeting.

Alex could no longer imagine his life without Michael in it. He refused to have this be the only time they saw each other. Despite all his training to kill people like him. He was beginning to think it was all a lie. What had these people really done? Just because they drank blood from willing doners? Sure some of them killed people and they should be held to the laws of the government, just like anyone else. But to generalize a whole group? That sounded too familiar.

The pad of his thumb caught on the point of his tooth, drawing blood. He hissed, more out of surprise than pain. But Michael didn’t see it that way. He took Alex’s hand and pulled it away from his mouth, holding it to his chest.

“Sorry. You shouldn’t mess with those. I don’t want to hurt you unnecessarily.” Alex smiled and shook his head. He tugged his hand out of Michael’s and pressed his thumb to his lip, just as he did earlier with his palm.

He kissed him softly. Michael whimpered as he licked at his lip. Alex found himself being lifted then placed on his back on the bed. Michael had settled between his thighs and he could feel him poking his hole. Michael bent his legs back to have easier access.

“I need to be inside you before I do something stupid,” he said with barely contained restraint.

“Stupid like what,” Alex couldn’t help but ask.

Michael leaned over him, kissing and nuzzling his marked neck. Alex turned his head as though it was instinct now. He couldn’t stop it even if he tried. Michael moaned quietly.

“You’re making it really hard not to claim you.” Alex wrapped his arms around his neck. Some part of his brain thought through his next words but it certainly wasn’t the rational part.

“Then do it.”

Michael jerked back from him, an almost terrified look on his face. But even that couldn’t hide the joy dancing in his eyes. He shook his head.

“Alex. You don’t know what you’re saying.” Alex blinked and sat up, running his hands over Michael’s torso and shoulders.

“Maybe. But it feels right, doesn’t it?” He leaned forward, pressing kisses to his chest. Michael groaned softly then pushed him back down to the bed, bending his knees back

“It’s the venom talking. If you still feel that way after I fuck you, then I’ll consider listening.” Michael pressed himself against his ass again. He grabbed the lube bottle again and coated his dick.

He used the excess on his fingers to slip them back into his hole. One finger, then two, then three, making sure he was still ready. Alex moaned but knew not to get too used to it. Michael pulled his fingers out and guided his cock to replace them.

He pressed forward slowly. Alex’s back arched as he stretched around him, marveling at the fact that just the head could make him feel so good. He heard Michael curse from above him as he tried to go slowly. Alex’s fingers twisted into the sheets.

Michael thrust forward firmly but not rough. Alex groaned and tried to move his hips toward him but Michael held him in place. He pushed again and the head of his cock rubbed against his prostate, making him whimper and moan.

“I’m fine, Michael. Fuck me,” he pleaded. Michael trembled as his hips thrust forward roughly. Alex yelped in surprise. He felt so full and his cock leaked with precum.

“Do you have any idea how good you look right now? Spread open on my cock, leaking, begging me to fuck you.” Alex moaned when he thrust forward as he spoke. Everything faded to the back of his mind except for Michael and the way his body moved against him.

His thrusts picked up speed and he grunted with the force he used. Alex could hardly think about anything other than the way he pounded into him. He tried to watch Michael above him but every thrust was sending shockwaves of need through his body. His eyes fell closed as he got lost in the feeling.

Little moans slipped out every time Michael sank into him again. The headboard of the bed bumped against the wall. Alex felt a hand wrap around his throat, fingers carefully avoiding the bite. He opened his eyes to Michael staring at him a small smirk on his face. He lifted his hand to cover Michael’s, squeezing his fingers around his neck.

“You are so fucking perfect, Alex. How has no one snatched you up yet,” he said, leaning forward as he squeezed the sides of his neck. Not giving him time to respond, Michael kissed him with an open mouth. The dirty sound of them separating made Alex whine. “You are mine now. Do you understand?”

Alex normally hated this kind of entitlement. He always insisted that he didn’t belong to anyone. But something about it coming from Michael’s mouth made him want it more. These were obvious red flags but he couldn’t help himself. He moaned against Michael’s mouth.

“Yours,” he gasped out.

After a few more hard thrusts, Michael pulled out, though Alex didn’t have time to complain. He flipped him over and pulled him up on his hands and knees. He pressed down on his shoulders, forcing him down on his forearms.

He spread his ass and slid into him again, not bothering to go slow. Alex buried his face in the mattress in an effort to muffle his moans. Michael grabbed his hair and pulled him back up.

“Don’t you dare. I want to hear you. I want the whole place to hear you.” Alex shivered and his own cock jumped. Michael fucked him ruthlessly though he was almost sure he was still holding back. The desire that coiled inside him was ready to snap.

“Michael,” he moaned out, only managing his name. Then he was being pulled up so his back was against his chest. Michael wrapped one had around his cock and stroked. The other was in front of his lips, bleeding from a small bite on the heel of his hand. The same place Alex had cut his own.

Alex pressed his lips to the wound, licking at the blood. He should have been disgusted but again he wasn’t. Michael pressed his lips against the spot he had bit earlier, grunting out his words.

“Tell me you want this. That you want me to claim you.” His voice was pleading. The rational part of his brain told him to say no. But every other part of him screamed yes.

“Please. Claim me,” he whimpered out.

Michael’s teeth were sinking into him before he even finished talking. It wasn’t as intense as before but there was a dull pain. Then the warmth was spreading again. So much hotter than before and taking over every part of him. Michael fucked him hard and he could feel every groove and twitch of the cock inside him.

Alex’s third orgasm rocked through him, making him call out Michael’s name repeatedly. He came all over the sheets but his body wouldn’t stop burning. Michael detached himself from his neck and pushed him forward again. He seemed to let himself go, slamming into him at an abusive rate. Alex’s cock tried to come again but there was nothing left as it twitched helplessly. All he could do was moan and take whatever he gave.

With one last deep thrust, Michael cursed and came inside him. He ground his hips against him, using Alex to milk his cock. He rocked his hips gently a few extra times before pulling out. Alex’s legs shook and he felt Michael trialing kisses over his spine.

He let himself down slowly, laying on his side and panting hard. The burn had turned into a dull smolder and was quickly fading. Michael curled around him, leaving kisses wherever he could reach.

“Are you ok,” he asked after a moment. His mind was starting to clear. What had just happened? He lifted is fingers to run over the bite mark on his neck. At first, a panic started to build, but it was overtaken by comfort.

“Yea. I’m just… processing.” They were silent for a couple minutes.

“You regret it,” he said, a sad certainty haunting his voice. Alex felt him start to pull away. He turned toward him immediately grabbing his hand and holding it to his cheek.

“No. I don’t regret it. The whole thing was just—”

“Intense,” Michael finished for him. Alex nodded. He glanced down at his mouth. Before he could think better of it, he kissed him. Their first non-desperate, lust filled kiss. Michael held him gently and Alex ran his fingers through the curls. They broke apart after a moment.

“I suppose now would be a bad time to make you promise not to kill me, hunter,” Michael joked. Alex snorted and ran his hands over his arms, feeling the muscle.

“I promise.” He paused. “What did you do to me exactly?” Michael sighed and propped himself up on his elbow. He ran his fingers over the mark on his neck.

“They don’t teach you that in training? Man, the academy is sure going downhill.” Alex rolled his eyes. He wanted a real answer.

“Michael,” he scolded gently. He sighed again, running his hand through Alex’s hair.

“Basically, my blood will heal you if taken alone. But I also injected you with my venom. Well over the amount needed to cause a blackout, mind you. But with my blood in your system, it forms a bond instead.” Alex nodded, covering Michael’s hand with his own. He smiled and leaned in close, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“No other vampire will dare to touch you unless they want to deal with me. I can keep you safe.” Alex chuckled as the vampire planted kisses all over his face and down his neck, eventually landing on the mark.

“I hardly know you,” Alex pointed out.

“But this feels right. And I can’t wait to get to know all of you,” Michael responded, lifting his head and gazing down at him with the softest expression Alex had ever seen. He pulled him in again, kissing him lovingly.

Alex was essentially married to this man. A man he was supposed to hate but didn’t. He knew nothing about him except that this wasn’t a mistake. That maybe he was finally making the right choices.

Alex ended up falling asleep. He didn’t know how long. Just that when he woke up, he was covered in clean blankets and Michael was right next to him.

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tiaragqueen · 4 years

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Alien

✂ Pairing: Yandere! Prince! Rengoku Kyōjurō x Reader

✂ Word Count: 2,8k+

✂ Trigger Warnings: Possessiveness, implied abuse

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“I've never had clouds follow me each day. Years of sun that never went away. I lie here awake but I'm not one to pray. Everything's changed and now I'm not okay.” - Bring Me Home [G Flip]

Compared to some people down the streets, your living situation was much better than they could ever wish for. You still had a roof over your head, clothes – regardless of how dirty and rugged they were – to cover your body, food to sate your hunger, and a room to sleep in. You knew that, and that’s why you endeavored to seek a silver lining in your life. Anything to give you hope that miracles did exist, and everything you’d done all this time wasn’t meaningless.

But there were some days where gratitude was hard to practice, and you felt as if the agony you experienced would never end. You wanted to give up, and at the same time, you couldn’t afford to allow pessimism to dominate your life. Today was one of those days, unfortunately, where your stepmother seemed to act crueler and more sadistic than you could handle. Perhaps it was the stress of picking the right dresses for her daughters or the excitement at the prospect of the prince noticing them and the luxury they’d get to experience in the palace.

Nevertheless, your ‘family’ was overjoyed with the invitation despite the – honestly unnecessary – agitation they displayed over the preparation.

“Ma, it’s too tight!”

“Hush, now.” Your stepmother scowled as she proceeded to tighten the corset on Junko's back. “A sacrifice has to be made if you want to attract the prince.”

The younger sister whined again, while the older one, Ryōka, admired her polished appearance in the mirror.

“My, I certainly look ravishing tonight.” she puffed, caressing her sides sensually. “I’m sure I’ll be the one the prince chooses later. I mean, who doesn’t want this kind of body?”

“No! It’ll be me, instead!” Junko interjected vehemently, clenching her fists.

“Be quiet, both of you!” Your stepmother growled as she pinched the bridge of her nose. “If I see any of you causing a ruckus at the party, I swear I’ll spank you.” The sisters fell quiet from the threat, but the older woman ignored their blanched faces and snapped her head towards you. “[Name], don’t just stand there like an idiot. Make yourself useful and clean this mess!”

You hurriedly nodded and scampered to grab the broom. As disheartening as it was to watch them fussing with themselves and chatting excitedly about the party, you still had work to attend to. Work that never ceased and always piled up on an invisible desk. On one hand, you were happy with their departure. You finally had some time left for yourself at home!

On the other hand, however, you wanted to join them, too. You wanted to see the palace from up close. You wanted to see what the prince and his family looked like. You wanted to wear a gorgeous dress and meet new people.

You wanted to… you wanted to be free, for once.

“What’s wrong, dear? You look disgruntled.” A playful voice asked. Looking up, your eyes widened when they landed on a beautiful yet tiny woman with wings fluttering on her back. Black locks that faded to purple flowed behind her, tied into some kind of a unique style. Large, pupil-less eyes that reminded you of an insect's stared down at you patiently. Occasionally, long eyelashes would caress her pale features when she blinked. Despite her overall cute looks, you sensed mischief in her aura. “Hello!”

You blinked in surprise, and hesitantly returned her hearty greeting. “H-hello…” you murmured and glanced around as if hoping someone would explain to you who the heck this woman was and how did she get here without your knowledge. Maybe she managed to slip inside when your stepmother opened the door earlier? But, shouldn’t any of your sisters notice her? It wasn’t every day you got to witness a fairy in person, after all. “Um, who are you? And how did you come here? All the windows are locked, you know?”

The diminutive woman clasped a hand over her rosy lips and chortled. “Worry not, sweetheart, I’m not here to hurt you.” she chirped, effortlessly dodging the questions. You weren’t sure if you wanted to know her answers, either. Her presence was already hard to swallow, anyway. “Believe it or not, I’m here to help you!”

You frowned in bewilderment. “Help me?”

She nodded merrily, beaming. “Yes, I’m here to help you go to the palace and get the prince!”

You sputtered and frantically flailed your hands as though it could change her opinion. “N-no, you got it all wrong! I’m not–” Your cheeks heated up when she leaned forward and hummed in mock questioning, urging you to continue with your nonsensical rambling. “I-I don’t like him that way, alright? I don’t… I don’t even know what he looks like.”

“And that’s why I’m here to realize your dream.” She finally glided back once she had enough teasing you with her knowing stare. “To start it all, you need a beautiful attire to complement your features and body!”

She waved her wand, and immediately, sparkles surrounded your body and changed the rags into the prettiest gown you’d ever seen. The straps hung loosely on your arms, while the bodice hugged your body perfectly and revealed the right amount of cleavage. A silver necklace dangled on your neck, glittering in the dim moonlight that passed through the windows. The color of the dress darkened from bright yellow to fiery orange, whereas your gloves were pearly white. The fairy merely smiled at the confused glance you shot her. It wasn’t as if you disliked the color, but you suspected a hidden motive somewhere.

“Beautiful, isn’t it?” she inquired, hands clasped behind her.

You opened your mouth to question her singular choice before sighing. “Yes, it is. Thank you very much… fairy.”

Her amiable smile widened as her eyes narrowed slightly. “You’re welcome~!”

The next few minutes, she completed your looks with a pair of glass shoes and transformed a mere pumpkin into a magnificent carriage. She explained to you that the magic would disappear once the clock struck twelve, and you needed to leave before the predetermined time. Despite the crushing realization that your ‘freedom’ was only temporary, you still heeded her warnings nonetheless. There was no reason for you to disregard the consequences just because she’d helped you. At least, you could try to appreciate her assistance, even if it came out of thin air. And because a simple thank you just wasn’t enough to describe your gratitude.

“Bye, [Name]! I hope you have a delightful night!”

You chose to bite your tongue from asking about how did she know your name when you didn’t remember giving her and waved instead. Slowly, her figure grew smaller and smaller with each distance the carriage took until she was merely a sparkle among the fireflies. You smiled sadly as you rested against the plush couch, musing about how lucky you were to meet such a kind woman. Maybe God finally took pity on you for once? Whatever it was, you thanked her from the bottom of your heart and hoped you could talk to her again.

Hopefully, as a friend.

Unfortunately, your little praying session was cut short when the horse suddenly stopped in front of a humongous building. The coach opened the door to your left and extended a hand. You tentatively accepted his help, unaccustomed with the gentlemanly gesture, and climbed out of the carriage. You gawked at the extravagance, the guards that stationed in every door, and the elegant guests. Gripping the skirt of your dress, you wondered if it wasn’t too late for you to return to your home. You felt so out of place, like an alien. What if someone noticed your ineptitude and kicked you out?

But going home meant wasting the fairy’s hard work, and although you doubted the probability of your second meeting, you refused to disappoint her.

Swallowing the ball of nerves that clogged your throat, you steeled yourself and shakily entered the palace. You thought you caught a couple of guards sending suspicious glances in your direction, but you quickly shook your head to dispel the image. Don’t think about unpleasant things, and you should be fine.

At least, that was what you hoped until someone approached you.

“Hello, hello!” Your heart nearly leaped out of its cage when a trenchant voice boomed. Was it just your suspicion or were you being jumpier and more airheaded today? A tall man with yellow hair and red streaks stood in front of you, smiling widely. “You have a unique dress there, Miss. I like it! It reminds me of my hair color.”

His hair…

Did that meant this person was–?

“T-thank you...!” Almost instinctively, you bowed to hide your flaming cheeks. That cheeky fairy…! She should’ve told you earlier! How would you suppose to act now?! “I’m… I’m glad you like it, Your Highness.”

Oh, great. Now you acted as if you were trying to grab his attention. At this rate, you wouldn’t be much different than your sisters.

The princess laughed exuberantly, but you detected no mockery of your apparent nervousness. Only genuine amusement and… interest? You shook your head and clenched the dress. He must be interested due to your striking garment, not because of who you were. The thought both dismayed and relieved you.

“You’re quite an entertaining one, Miss.” Extending a hand, he beamed. “May I have this dance?”

Dance?! Oh, no. How could you forget about this important detail? Don’t accept, don’t accept, don’t accept –

“… S-sure.”

Darn it. Now you were going to embarrass yourself in front of him, you just knew it. How could you expect an ordinary girl, whose job was housekeeping, to suddenly be able to dance flawlessly?

But it wasn’t too late. You just… you just needed to follow his lead. You were going to make a lot of mistakes, but as long as you appeared to focus on his movements, he’d surely overlook your clumsiness. Hopefully.

The prince ushered you to the center of the ballroom, and only now did you realize that the guests had long stopped doing their activities and were staring at you. The sheer intensity, ranging from envy to curiosity, encumbered you. However, he squeezed your hand gently as a sign of reassurance and smiled cordially.

“Just focus on me,” he whispered as he wrapped an arm around your waist and brought you close to him. You knew it was part of the dance, and yet, you couldn’t help the way your heart thundered at the seemingly intimate gesture. “and you’ll soon forget them.”

You weren’t sure if it was that easy to disregard the plethora of guests standing on the sidelines – you weren’t him who was used to the attention – but you nodded anyway. The fact that the prince of Rengoku had gone out of his way to invite you to dance was flattering enough, so you just had to humor him in return.

“May I know the name of my partner?” he inquired after a short period of adjustment. He chuckled when you accidentally stepped on his foot and dismissed your flustered apologies.

“[N-Name], Your Highness.” you murmured bashfully, the minor flaw mortified you beyond belief.

“Now, now, no need to be so formal. Just call me Kyōjurō.”

You stared into his dilated eyes, mentally inquiring the reason behind the abrupt informality. Wouldn’t it be rude of you to call a prince by his first name? But he didn’t seem to mind, so that should be fine… right?

“Ah, alright… Kyōjurō.”

His already wide smile expanded as he squeezed your hand, satisfied with your immediate albeit reluctant compliance. Kyōjurō knew, the moment he laid his eyes on your skittish figure – so foreign yet precious – you were quite the meek one. The way you constantly looked around, alert at the slightest hint of disturbance, suggested that this was the first time you attended a party. And, probably, his home itself.

Kyōjurō wasn’t a fool. He’d studied too many books about body language to know that you didn’t belong here, that you acted far too nervous for the typical noble. You were probably a peasant that somehow got invited, and regretted coming once you saw the environment.

Though, it didn’t mean that you couldn’t familiarize yourself. Given enough time, he was certain that you’d be accustomed to the royal life and its benefits.

The rest of the night was spent with an impromptu dance lesson, laughter, and small talks. Due to his easy nature, you almost forgot that he was still a prince underneath; someone that you wouldn’t have the courage to talk to otherwise. And, for a moment, you were led to believe that he was some kind of a long-lost friend. The kind of friend that you always wished to have.

Until the clock struck, shattering your fairy tale that he silently weaved with his persona.

“I-I’m sorry, Kyōjurō, but I need to go.” You tried to release your hand from his grasp, but shockingly, he refused to budge. “Kyōjurō, my mother is waiting for me at home.”

No, she didn’t. But a tiny voice told you that something was wrong with him, and of course, your stepmother would definitely blow a fuse once she learned about your disappearance.

“I can send a guard to relay her a message that her daughter has been chosen as my future wife.”

You faltered, and Kyōjurō took this as an opportunity to pull you towards him and hug you as tightly as he could.

“W-what are you talking about, Your Highness?” Perturbed, you’d unknowingly reverted to the formal title, much to his displeasure. “I don’t… I don’t understand! What do you mean by ‘chosen’? I’m not… I’m not going to marry you, am I? That’s just impossible.”

“[Name],” For the first time in his life, Kyōjurō faked a smile. Not that you’d be able to differentiate it from his usual demeanor, though. “don’t you know what the purpose of this party is?” When you shook your head, he grinned knowingly. Every guest knew, except you. And that just proved his theory right. “It’s to find a perfect candidate for my future spouse. And I’ve picked you, among these women.”

You balked at him and attempted to claw his hand had he didn’t catch your wrist.

“No, I refuse! You can’t just… decide something without my permission!” Despite your ardent rejection, your voice wavered as desperate tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. You wondered why nobody rescued you from him, or if his status intimidated them too much. “Your Highness, please…! Let me go. I want to go home, please! Just search someone else instead, please!”

“So you could return to your ordinary life?”

You gaped at him, and you both watched as the dress that flattered your body reverted to its normal rugs. Somewhere in the outside, you could hear the guards shouting about ‘a carriage that turned into a pumpkin’ and ‘a rat’. The events that occurred were too much for you to bear, and for the first time in your life, you broke down publicly.

In the balcony of Rengoku palace, you collapsed right before his eyes and bawled. Your hair was a mess, bruises discolored your body, and your eyes were bloodshot, but you didn’t care. You couldn’t bring yourself to care about anything anymore. Why should you, when you’d revealed to him that you were merely an imposter? An alien that could never fit in this stately environment. A peasant whose skills were only housekeeping and surviving.

No, you sobbed. You really didn’t fit anywhere, did you? Not even your closest family, who instantly rejected you once your father died. Why did he have to die? Why did your parents have to leave you alone at their vicious hands? This was unfair. You wanted to go with them, too.

“Sssh… it’s okay, it’s okay.” Kyōjurō crouched beside you and patted your back as though it’d magically fix everything that ruined you. “Everything’s going to be alright, now.” No, it didn’t, but you couldn’t utter that. The tears had yet to run out, after all. “I’ll ensure that you live comfortably with me.”

You didn’t respond, but the fact that you no longer opposed him and accepted his affection was enough for him. Caging you in his tender embrace, Kyōjurō closed his eyes and relished the proximity.

Searching the culprit to your abuse should be the first step to establish your new life, but he could do that later. For now, he needed to bring you to your shared room so you could have a proper rest. He knew just how exhausting crying could be to your body, and he didn’t want you to fall asleep during your ‘heart-to-heart’ conversation later.

Junko: 順子

Ryōka: 良華

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octo-cutie · 4 years

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I Know It’s Today

Pairing: Royal AU Daichi x f!reader Warnings: None Rating: PG (Hooliganism via Y/N, some bullying of Daichi from Kuroo and Bokuto) Summary: Y/N is a lonely princess whose only friend is her knight Daichi. Y/N dreams of meeting her prince and spends hours telling Daichi about everything she imagines her prince to be. Daichi however knows her to be his princess in more ways then one. When her dreams seem to become a reality Daichi learns a hard truth but makes an astonishing discovery.

Daichi had first met Y/N when she was seven and he was eleven. His parents had moved him away from their home country of Miyagi to Tokyo for him to enroll in the Tokyo Knight Program.

Y/N had immediately requested that he be her knight when she met him for the first time.

“You’re my friend now! Come on let’s go read in the library!” Y/N had explained dragging Daichi out of the throne room and through the castle to what she called her “secret place”

It was here that Daichi learned of Y/N’s belief that there was a prince out there for her.

“You know Snow White right? Well she bit an apple and fell into a coma! I don’t even know how she got her prince but then one day he just shows up and they get married! Soon that’s going to be me! In only....” Y/N counted on her fingers for a few minutes as Daichi thumbed over the Big Book of Fairytales that Y/N was incredibly attached too. The dogeared leather bound book was aging and looked as though it had been thoroughly loved.

Did she like reading as much as he did? Did she like adventuring? Maybe she would grow to be more than just a princess and be his friend.

“Probably like 8,423 days or something!” Y/N said starling Daichi.

“What?”

“That’s probably how many days it’s gonna take for me to meet my prince!”

Daichi felt a weight pool in his stomach as Y/N continued to talk about her prince. It hurt him in a way he couldn’t really explain but since he was eleven, he didn’t think much of it.

Y/N and Daichi soon became incredibly close friends. When Y/N wasn’t in school, or working on one of her extracurriculars she and Daichi could be found exploring the entire castle, and the town outside.

Daichi learned that Y/N couldn’t speak the Outsider Tongue but she knew the Language of Flowers.

She had no idea what 8 times 6 was but she could name every constellation and how far away their brightest star was from Earth.

When she wasn’t sitting perfectly poised on her throne for a family portrait, she was messing up her skirts and knees in the trees with Daichi as they played make believe and captured bad guys and saved princesses. Daichi ended up being the princess more often than not.

But every moment they spent together made up the best of his childhood memories. The happiness of them outweighed the idea that one day Daichi would loose her to a prince.

Like Y/N had said;

Something like 8,423 days.

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“DAICHI!!!!”

Y/N’s voice echoed down the hallway as she ran as fast as she could in 4 layers of clothing, a corset, heels, and a tiara. Daichi’s eyes widened as the blur of blues and golds slammed into him knocking the two of them on the floor. As respectfully as he could, Daichi untangled the two of them and helped his princess stand up.

“Please be careful! You could have hurt yourself.” Daichi explained as Y/N stuck her tongue out at him and flounced down the hallway. Daichi quickly followed her as Y/N began to explain what she had chased him down for.

“Never mind me getting hurt! Guess what! Father told me that I’m going to be a real princess soon!” Y/N exclaimed clapping her hands together as Daichi held the door to her room open for her.

“But you are a real princess?” Daichi asked confused as Y/N’s face blushed heavily while twirling a strand of their h/c hair around her finger.

“No silly! A real princess! There’s a prince who’s coming to meet me and Father is planning a ball! And it’s only 58 days away! ” Y/N explained jumping onto her bed and kicking her shoes off and crawling over to a giant book on the opposite side of the bed. Daichi felt a awkward twisting of his gut as he followed suit and sat on the queen sized bed with her as she opened up the giant book to the story of Rapunzel.

“See Rapunzel’s like me! She’s in a tower with long flowing hair but she’s not allowed to leave or go anywhere. So she sings but I probably sing better than her!” Y/N proclaimed while puffing her cheeks out. Daichi felt the weird feeling arise in his belly again. Was he sick or something? Maybe it wasn’t the best idea to allow Kuroo and Bokuto to challenge him to an eating contest last night. Y/N had begun to sing about witches and millionaires. Daichi didn’t realize it but his face had erupted in a goofy grin and a very quaint blush.

“And of course he’ll be here soon! Because all princesses get their prince one day! No matter who he is!” Y/N cheered loudly as she engulfed Daichi in a hug giggling. Daichi couldn’t help but let the feeling take over his body as Y/N snuggled into Daichi’s arms as she read the rest of Rapunzel out loud to the young knight.

When Takeda approached the two children to whisk Y/N away for her etiquette lessons, he found them cozied up asleep with the book open on Daichi’s lap. This had been a cute endeavor when they were seven and eleven respectively but now they were far to old to participate in such things.

“Daichi! How could you fall asleep when the princess is in your care! Get back to the barracks for the remainder of the day!” He snapped pulling Daichi out of her room and pushing him down the hallway. Daichi hung his head in shame as he walked down the castle corridors and out towards the knights barracks.

When he walked into the barracks low whistles came from Kuroo’s bunk. Daichi rolled his eyes and took a seat at a table with a grumpy look on his face.

“So I guess you heard about the prince who’s coming to court our sweet sweet princess, Y/N.” Kuroo chuckled nudging Bokuto in the ribs who laughed along with him.

“Shut up.” Daichi said banging his head on the table.

“Yeah and you know this means we have to go to the ball too! Maybe I’ll get to dance with Y/N!” Bokuto mused with a dream like tone. Daichi felt the uncomfortable feeling once again in his stomach and it was now that he realized what it was. Abruptly he stopped banging his head against the table and the snickers began to arise once again.

“Ah it looks as if the crow boy knows why he’s been blushing since he walked in here!” Terushima called from his bunk where he was hanging upside down.

It was at this moment that Daichi realized he was in deep trouble.

Time sure had sped up from 8,423 days to just 58...

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Daichi saw less and less of Y/N as she was busy preparing for her suitor to arrive. In this time, Y/N turned sixteen and had a small birthday gathering. Daichi hadn’t been able to see her at all that day and had learned he was being taken in by one of the older Knights for his real training leaving even less time to spend with Y/N.

In a span of less than six months, the ball was underway and Daichi was fretting as he stood outside the doors along with Kuroo as a body guard. Subconsciously he had plastered a grimace on his face as he waited for the arrival of Y/N’s suitor to appear. It was his job to escort the prince to Y/N and accompany him as long as he courted Y/N. Daichi couldn’t wait for this entire ordeal to be over. In the sea of people Daichi watched Takeda’s head bob up and down guiding the suitor towards him.

“Ah! Here he is. Daichi let me introduce you to your-”

“Suga?”

“Daichi?”

The long lost friends embraced happily with large smiles. Dachi’s family had sent him of to the kingdom of Miyagi for knight training while Suga’s family ruled over the kingdom of Tokyo. It had been a somber parting and the two had gradually lost contact. But now that they had reunited Daichi momentarily forgot that Suga was here to court Y/N.

“Well! I’m glad you two are acquainted! Now, Daichi you’ll be escorting Suga around the castle until he and Y/N are promised to each other on her 18th birthday.”

And the shoe dropped right on Daichi’s head. And kicked his heart into overload.

“Yes sir. I am in your service Your Highness.” Daichi said with a small bow to Suga who blushed lightly at the mention of Y/N. With that Takeda took his leave and Suga pulled Daichi up from his bow.

“Daichi don’t bow to me. We’ve known each other for years.” Suga said. Daichi laughed, scratching the back of his head and gestured for Suga to follow him.

“So... You’re going to court Y/N?” Daichi asked after the two had walked in silence. If there was one thing that Daichi remembered, Suga preferred the quiet before the storm.

“Yeah, I’m excited to meet her. Apparently this has been arranged since our births.” Suga said as they passed a portrait of the Miyagi Royal Family. Daichi watched as his long time friend let his eyes linger on Y/N’s face.

“So if you marry her will you be moving here?” Daichi asked with a shred of hope in his voice. Suga shook his head.

“Nope, Y/N would move back to Tokyo with me. Of course her hand maidens would come with her but she would be given new body guards and the like once we return home.” Suga explained with a sad smile as though he knew what Daichi was thinking inside his head.

“Oh no I was just you know wondering.” Daichi coughed into his armor as an excuse. His heart was doing backflips over a burning fire as he thought about Suga’s words.

“You’d probably go with us. After all you are her personal body guard as well as mine.” Suga said turning away from the portrait and back towards Daichi’s face. “Alright I am hungry! Sneak me into the party Daichi!”

With a laugh Suga set off leaving Daichi bewildered by his friends actions. Hurriedly he followed his friend who was idly chatting about all the things Daichi had missed out on seeing that he was now in Tokyo and not Miyagi. But all that went through Daichi’s head was the frantic notion that he could one day be split up from Y/N...

What would he even do with out her?

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“Now presenting! The Crown Prince of Miyagi: Koushi Sugawara!” the announcer proclaimed as Suga walked down the red carpet towards the Tokyo Royal Family; the King, his seconf wife, and Y/N all of whom were seated on their thrones waiting for him. Daichi walked at his side his eyes never leaving the third and smallest throne that sat before him.

Y/N said with her h/c hair perfectly brushed and cascading down her back. Her e/c eyes looked fondly at Suga with the same eyes that she held looking for her prince. Dressed in a dusty rose ball gown made of luscious satin Y/N tucked a strand of hair behind her face as her s/c cheeks broke out in a faint blush to match the ornate flower crown she wore in her hair.

She was beautiful...

It was the same pair of eyes Daichi wore when he looked at the princess every day. Eyes that didn’t belong on him, nor to him. Eyes he would lose once the festivities of the engagement were over.

“Your majesties.” Suga said with a respectable bow. The king snapped his fingers and a fourth throne was brought out directly to the side of Y/N. Daichi knew his place was right behind the fourth throne to protect Suga in case anything were to happen. Behind Y/N, Kuroo stood with a wide smirk plastered on his face as Daichi stood next to him.

“So now you’re taking care of her fiancé? This must be kicking your ass so badly right now.” Kuroo whispered, the mockery flowing through each word.

“Kuroo I swear to god if you don’t shut up. I will kick your ass.” Daichi muttered, his eyes now stuck on the now intertwined pinkies of Y/N and Suga. Kuroo matched his gaze and his smirk grew wider.

“I doubt it.” He whispered again and straightened himself. Daichi huffed under his breath and watched as the ball began with the King’s address about the strengthening of kingdoms through marital unity or something. Daichi merely tuned the words out as he watched Suga and Y/N play around with their fingers intertwined almost as if their were talking to each other.

The kings speech continued and Daichi grew restless watching Y/N and Suga mingle their hands together like the snakes in the forests outside. It irked him. That was something Y/N used to to with him when she was nervous but now with Suga, it looked entirely comfortable.

“And with that I know our union, the Land of Japan will grow stronger with every passing generation. But for now let us commence the engagement with this ball and all the enticing festivities!” The king boomed and with a wide sweep of his arm gestured to the prince and princess. Suga beamed at his bride to be and took her hand leading Y/N to the dance floor. The majestic gown that draped Y/N left a waterfall effect as the two began their dance

Each twist and turn matched the pattern that Daichi’s heart wove for himself. Gradually many other couples joined them on the dance floor and gradually Daichi lost sight of the silver prince and his partner. He kept a look out for the shades of silver and dusty rose yet the colors of red, black, gold, ivory and every color imaginable clouded his vision and obscured the girl from sight.

But Daichi watched the like guard dog he was trained to be. He stood watch for the many hours that Y/N occupied the floor sometimes with Suga, other times with her father, her mother, and with other princesses or princes. Something that he would never experience by nature of his station.

But he could pretend for one night that it was him on the dance floor leading Y/N around the dance floor like they had when they were younger.

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Daichi yawned to himself as he dressed in his usual uniform. He had taken up the late night shifts of guarding Y/N and Suga until they separated to their chambers for the night. Now since Daichi had been assigned to guard Suga it wasn’t like he wouldn’t see Y/N. No in fact he would see her at all hours of the day since Suga was determined to learn everything about her.

If Daichi wasn’t mistaken Suga and Y/N would be taking their day in the gardens. A perfect place for the two of them seeing as it was the one place that Y/N was truly at home and Suga came from a kingdom in the country. A planted prince for a wildflower princess.

Daichi snagged a sandwich from the table in the barracks and made his way into the dining room of the castle where the two royals were enjoying breakfast together. The outfit that Y/N was dressed in was a lilac pair of overalls with a white cardigan. Atop her h/c head she wore a beautiful sun hat adorned with purple butterflies and tied off with a white ribbon.

“Suga I’m surprised with you! For a country prince you know nothing of the flowers!” Y/N giggled as she sipped her morning tea. It was jasmine tea brewed with no sugar and served in traditional china. Daichi knew the recipe by heart and it was one of many trivial things he had memorized about her.

“Well even a country bumpkin like me, we don’t produce many flowers! Most of our soil is made to produce fruits and vegetables.” Suga explained sipping his own tea. Clearing his throat, Daichi made himself known

“Excuse me your highnesses but I am here to escort you to the gardens.” Daichi said with a small bow. Y/N shot up and Suga followed as Daichi led the two of them out into the open air.

Daichi watched as Y/N grabbed Suga’s hand and led him around the flower beds stopping occasionally to point out a flower and explain its meaning. Lilacs, Sunflowers, Primroses, Camellias, and the like. Every flower bed was planted personally by Y/N and they where her prized possession.

Well besides her fairytale book. Daichi wondered if she had showed it to Suga yet...

“Tell me what your favorite flower in this garden is.” Suga asked giving her hand a squeeze. Y/N’s face lit up and off she dragged the prince to a secluded area in the garden where a haphazard bush of pink tinted white roses

“The bridal rose represents happy love. I’ve been growing this species of flower since my 12th birthday. It represents the type of love I hope that we’ll have together.” Y/N expressed with a blush as she took Suga’s hands in hers. Daichi’s breath hitched as he watched the two royals joining their lips together ever so gently. He turned away to give them some privacy but to his dismay he turned to face the daffodils.

It was rather ironic.

Daichi avoided the eyes of his friends for the remainder of the day. He ignored the laughter and lilted voices as they parted ways for the evening. Daichi held his mouth pressed in a firm line as both he and Suga entered the royal guest chambers.

“Daichi I can feel you glaring at my neck and it’s starting to hurt. What is it?” Suga asked breaking Daichi’s death glare behind him.

“Oh uh... It’s nothing just not feeling to well.” Daichi mumbled not ceasing his glare at the man.

“Could it be you don’t feel well because of my being here?” Suga asked sitting on the side of his bed and pulling at the sleeve of his shirt quietly. Daichi sighed and ran a hand through his hair attempting to figure out how to lie his way out of this. Suga was his best friend and Y/N’s fiancé.

The two of them were royals.

Daichi was a knight.

The moment anyone other than his “brothers” found out he would be done for. Besides being stripped of his knighthood, it would a miracle to not be banished by the king. This entire ordeal was egregious and it would end up with him losing everything he was and everyone he loved. Daichi would be labeled a traitor for “abusing” his power as Y/N’s bodyguard.

There was no excuse for the look that was on Suga’s face. It was a look of understanding. A look of acknowledgement.

When Daichi opened his mouth to speak Suga held his hand up to stop him.

“Daichi I think I know what you’re about to say and I’m going to say it for you if you don’t mind. You’re overwhelmed. By my presence, by having to watch Y/N get married, by having to push your feelings down for her to keep her happy. It’s pretty obvious.” Suga said with a sad smile.

Panic washed over Daichi. Suga knew and he’d been found out. Now Suga would probably rat him out to the king.

“Wait Suga no... That’s not why-” Rather than letting him finish, Suga chucked his boot at him.

“Daichi don’t lie to me. Like I said it’s obvious.” Suga explained as he walked over to help Daichi up from where he had fallen.

“Y/N is beautiful. She’s very kind, extremely driven, overly earnest, and fairly spirited. Everything that you are and what the stars describe you to be. It would be wrong of me to impede on this childhood love that you have with her.” Suga said looking his friend in the eye. Daichi couldn’t help but gape like a fish at how quickly Suga had read into his false emotions.

“But I can’t. She’s a princess and I’m a knight. It’s not as if I can just mosey on up to the king and ask him for Y/N’s hand. I’d be banished immediately.” Daichi snapped pushing past Suga and towards a cushioned chair in the corner where he sat with his face shoved in his hands.

“Do you know what her dream is?” Daichi whispered as his traitorous tears stung his eyes and painted his cheeks. Suga shook his head.

“Her dream is to find her prince who will give her a beautiful marriage and a happy life. A prince. I’m not a prince and I never will be but I’ve stayed with her helping her to find him because I love her. I love her so god damn much.” Daichi mumbled from behind his hands.

It was too much after that. Years worth of embarrassed sobs wracked through Daichi’s body as he broke down in front of Suga who was destined to be with Y/N. Suga’s comforting nature took over and he moved towards his friend with a handkerchief and a soothing circular motion on his back. Soon Daichi’s sobs turned to quiet hiccups.

“I’ve given her everything I can and I will give her whatever she needs or wants for the rest of my life when you two get married. I’m sorry Suga but when you guys get married I won’t be able to stop loving her.” Daichi said removing his hands from his face and looking at Suga. Suga nodded quietly and hummed to himself.

“I understand. And I will not fault you for that.” Suga explained. A couple more minutes of them sitting in silence eventually let their eyes wander to the sun which had set completely behind the mountains.

“I’m deeply sorry for my conduct this evening Suga.” Daichi apologized with a low bow. Suga picked him up and gave him a pat on the back.

“Don’t worry about it. We’re friends and it’s important to express things. You’re dismissed for the night Daichi.” Suga said with a gentle smile.

And with that Daichi left the room towards the barracks for a long night of contemplating the rest of the month that would ensue before Y/N was lost to Suga.

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“Daichi you need to wake up now.”

Kuroo slapped him awake with a pillow causing Daichi to shoot up and smack his head on the lower bunk.

“’s going on?” Daichi mumbled groggily rubbing the spot his head had smacked.

“I’m not sure but there’s an issue in the castle with Y/N. You have to go NOW.” Kuroo said with a pale look on his normally suave face.

Upon hearing Y/N’s name, Daichi threw himself out of bed and hastily pulled his uniform on. He was hopping out of the barracks pulling one boot on as he heard the shrieks and violent cries of Y/N echoing from her open window which was at least half a mile away.

Daichi’s heart kicked into overdrive and he shot off towards the castle on foot. With every rise and fall of his chest his worries for Y/N grew as her anguished sobs rang out through the air. What on Earth had happened???

Finally reaching Y/N’s room he knocked on the door frantically.

“Y/N are you in there??” He called in a worried tone.

A resounding shriek gave him an answer and Daichi kicked the door open to see Y/N’s trashed room and a tear-stricken Y/N.

“HE LEFT DAICHI! SUGA IS GONE!” Y/N wailed throwing herself into her friend. Daichi noticed that Y/N was fully dressed but her makeup was ruined and her hair was a complete mess. Clearly she had been planning on going somewhere with Suga but the plans had changed last minute.

“What?” Daichi asked absolutely confused. Y/N sobbed into his chest, occasionally hiccupping and emitting sniffles.

“Suga left me Daichi. He said he didn’t want to get married and left this morning. And everything was going so well! Why did- why did he leave me?!” Y/N cried. Daichi embraced Y/N rubbing her back as she choked on her words. Suddenly she pushed away from him; an angry aura radiating off her as she stalked towards her Fairytale book and opened it up to the Cinderella story.

“There’s a princess. ANY PRINCESS! Take your pick their all like me. But not exactly because I’m still waiting and they all live happily ever after! I don’t want to wait anymore!” Y/N said ripping the title page of the Cinderella chapter out fo the book.

Daichi’s heart dropped. Y/N loved that book more than anything in the world why was she destroying it?!

“Y/N stop please-”

“I’m just as good as these princesses! Let’s get rid of the villains and the vamping! No more perils! No more pitfalls! We don’t live near the ocean so I don’t need a whale!” More and more pages were ripped out of the book and torn to shreds by the angry princess.

“Am I a monster?! Do I have a curse to be unloved?! It had a good intro but clearly there’s only verses from here on out!” Y/N roared picking up her book and hurling it at the window where it shattered the glass upon contact. Daichi looked in horror at the usually happy and bubbly woman he had come to love destroy everyt

“I’M SO SICK OF ALL THE WAITING! ‘Just wait for him Y/N!’ ‘You’ll get your happy end!’ BUT ALL I’VE BEEN DOING FOR MY ENTIRE LIFE IS WAITING FOR MY PRINCE!” Y/N screamed throwing her balcony door open and storming outside. Daichi followed her quickly racking his brain trying to figure out how to calm her down.

Y/N had thrown herself against the balcony and was sobbing into her arms.

“Are you even there God?! It’s me Y/N! You know, the princess that you’ve screwed over?!” Y/N howled out to the wind before closing her mouth and looking out into her garden where all her flowers seemed to mock her. Glaring at the offending plants Y/N shot up and towards the flowers

“STUPID FLOWERS! I HA-AHHHH!!!”

Y/N’s body toppled over the balcony with a loud cry. Daichi surged forward to grab her wrists before she fell completely.

“Daichi help me please!” Y/N cried terrified tears now streaming down her face. Daichi began to worry as he struggled to pull her up and over the balcony. While he was rather strong, the combined dead weight of a dangling body and several pounds of fabric were not helping him in anyway shape or form.

“I’m trying Y/N! Please for the love of God hold on!” He warbled before sucking in a deep breath. With a loud groan Daichi pulled Y/N safely onto the balcony falling backwards onto the marble flooring with her snugly in his arms.

“I’m so sorry Daichi I didn’t mean t-” Y/N was cut off from her apologies by Daichi’s lips on hers. The hesitation that she had for a half-second shattered Daichi’s heart but once he felt the weight of her lips on his he knew she meant it.

When Daichi pulled back he sat the two of them up and looked deep into Y/N’s glistening e/c orbs.

“Y/N I love you. Plain and simple, I do. I’ve loved you since the moment I met you and I’ll love you until my dying breath. I’m not a prince. I’m most definitely not royalty. I can’t give you everything that you’re accustomed too but please. Let me ask for your hand in marriage and I will give you all of me.” Daichi begged bringing their foreheads together.

“I can’t tell you how many times you’ve crossed my mind. The countless nights I’ve lost sleep dreading the day that I’d lose you to a prince. Even if you did get married I’d follow you to protect you. That’s my job. But I’ll never stop loving you.” He finished closing his eyes and waiting for the inevitable push of Y/N’s hands as she yelled for the other guards to save her from him.

Instead he was blessed with Y/N’s hand intertwining with his with her other hand picking his face up.

“It’s true. I want a prince and you are not one.” Y/N started. “But you’ve been everything that the fairytale princes were to their princesses. You’ve saved my life like a brave knight would. And right now I think that’s what I’ve wanted my entire life. A knight to protect and love me.” Y/N said placing another kiss on Daichi’s lips and embracing him in a hug.

“Thank you. For not only being my friend and body guard, but hopefully my husband too. Yes Daichi. I will marry you!” She said happily. This time it was Daichi’s turn to cry as he matched her embrace hugging her tightly. The two of them sat holding each other like it was the last time they ever would.

Eventually the two of them fell asleep to the sounds of each others heart beats now beating in sync with one another.

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“Sawamura Daichi. The king wishes to speak with you.”

Daichi looked up from his breakfast to see one of the castle maids looking at him.

“I’m on my way. Thank you.” Daichi said pulling his coat on and heading towards the castle. It had been almost a year since Y/N had become his secret fiancée and both of them knew that it would only be a matter of time before someone would find out about them and report Daichi to the king.

It seemed that it had come sooner rather than later.

Several thought ran through Daichi’s head. First, he’d be stripped of his Knighthood and banished to the Outlands where he’d survive in the woods. Second, he’d never see Y/N again because she would quickly be married to someone she may not even know. Thirdly, despite being banished, the King would send out bounty hunters to kill him anyway.

On the off chance that this was not the day he’d be banished, there were a million other things that could happen. Daichi could be sent off to fight the war in the East and die before he could marry Y/N. Y/N could be sick. She could be dying. But worst of all she could have told the king herself and wanted him gone.

His thoughts came to a stop just like his feet at the entrance to the Throne Room. Taking a deep breath, he opened the doors and walked towards where the King was sitting alone. There was no servant in sight not even the King’s advisor. Daichi stopped a good twenty feet and gave a respectable bow.

“Ah Daichi. Come closer.” The King said with a small smile on his face. Daichi slowly stepped closer towards the King.

“I was summoned your Highness?” Daichi asked pretending to play dumb. The King stood up and beckoned for Daichi to follow.

“Follow me son. I want to talk to you.”

There was no malice in his voice, no anger. It was calm and gentle. The voice he was known for whenever he made decisions or met with other royals.

The two of them walked out towards Y/N’s garden. Absentmindedly the King walked past a patch of Gladiolus flowers.

“I helped her plant this garden with her mother. It was the last birthday gift that her mother gave to her before she passed away. Even after her mothers passing Y/N continued to care for this garden even going as far as to plant flowers that her step-mother likes just to keep it. She was only truly happy when she was here in the garden. Until you came here Daichi.”

Daichi looked up from the flowers and towards the King who wore a sad smile on his face and was walking towards another patch of flowers. Pink roses this time.

“When you came here, Y/N’s demeanor changed drastically. Her old personality had come back. My daughter had come back to me. It’s all thanks to you Daichi and I can never repay you for this.” The King explained walking towards another type of flower. The lilacs danced softly in the wind watching Daichi curiously.

“Y/N deeply loves you. I believe she has for years. Now you are not royalty and if I were to let you marry Y/N our bloodline would no longer be entirely pure. Any heir that she produced would only have half of the aristocratic genes. Our enemies would talk. But I do not care about this anymore. Y/N is the first born heir and it is her right to the throne. If I give you permission to marry her I have to know that you understand that while she is Queen you will only be a prince. That you will love her and only her for the rest of your lives.”

“I do sire. There has never been another woman who I have loved as deeply as I do Y/N.” Daichi said with a almost uncontainable smile. The King burst out laughing boistrously and pulled Daichi into a crushing hug.

“I knew it son. And now you’ll be my son-in-law. So go on and find Y/N. You two will be married by her birthday next month.” The King said to Daichi letting him go. Daichi bowed to the King and raced off towards the Library where Y/N would be finishing up her morning studies. The King watched his future son-in-law with a very content smile and turned to face the Lilly of the Valley’s flowers.

“I think he’ll be a fine prince for our princess, wouldn’t you say my dear?” The King asked. As if Y/N’s mother could answer the flowers swayed in the wind allowing the King a peaceful moment alone.

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Daichi stood inside the dressing room fiddling with his royal cape. It had been specially made for him today along with his wedding suit. It was finally the day where he would marry Y/N.

But he was nervous as all hell.

The royal chapel was packed full of other royals, and their friends. Suga had also been invited after Daichi had found out this entire marriage had most definitely been orchestrated by Suga. When Y/N found out she had socked Suga in the stomach and then kissed his cheeks over and over thanking him for bringing her together with Daichi.

Of course Kuroo and Bokuto had been given the “day off” to enjoy the festivities with Daichi and that comforted him a little but he was worried about the ceremony himself. In just one month Daichi had been subjected to all sorts of lessons to teach him about the royal way of life. He’d been moved out of the barracks and into the castle to a room that he and Y/N would soon share.

Kuroo and Bokuto both had used these lessons as an opportunity to tease the hell out of Daichi and both of them personally requested to become the happy couples personal guards.

Daichi looked at himself in the floor length mirror. He was dressed in a black suit with silver accents and had a dark orange cape attached to his left shoulder. In a glass box on the table next to him sat a simple gold crown with intricately etched branches that all stemmed from a tree on the back of the crown. He wouldn’t wear it until right before Y/N walked into the chapel. There had been some discussion about whether Daichi could marry Y/N without being a prince. The king had put his foot down and simply stated that he would crown Daichi.

A sharp rap on the door shook Daichi out of his daze and he turned to see both Kuroo and Bokuto waiting for him.

“Hey bachelor man! You ready for the most important moment of your life?” Kuroo asked swinging an arm around his friend’s shoulders. Daichi rolled his eyes and gave himself a once over in the mirror before turning around to face his two friends.

“Ok... I think I’m ready.” Daichi said with a confident smile in place of his previously nervous one.

The walk down to the Chapel was filled with laughter and joking in order to help alleviate some of Daichi’s stress. But nothing could be done about the stress that was placed on Daichi right before they entered the doors.

“Hey you aren’t getting cold feet right?” Kuroo asked looking at Daichi who had been holding for several minutes now.

“No! I’m going in right now.” Daichi snapped as he opened the doors to the sound of trumpets and cheers. Immediately Bokuto and Kuroo dropped the silly act and had become perfect examples of knights and Bowed to Daichi as he walked down the golden carpet towards the King who was waiting for him.

As Daichi reached the end of the carpet, he knelt down for the King to make him a prince.

“By the power invested in me, I now raise you from the title of knight to that of Prince. You will hereby be known as Prince Sawamura Daichi of the Miyagi Kingdom. And with this crowning, I now relinquish my daughter to you for her hand in marriage.” The King said placing the ornate crown atop of Daichi’s head and allowing him to stand.

As soon as Daichi stood the doors opened once more and the wedding fanfare played. Daichi knew he wasn’t allowed to look behind to see Y/N but he was incredibly giddy.

“Hello Daichi.”

Y/N’s gentle voice greeted him along with a gloved hand on his shoulder. Daichi turned for the first time to see his bride smiling up at him with a gorgeous dress that truly accented her features. Her h/c hair was done up in a waterfall braid with her pearl set tiara perfectly aligning her facial features.

She was stunning.

“Hello my love.” He whispered taking her hand and leading her up towards the alter. In her hands she held a bouquet of pink tinged bridal roses, baby’s breath, and white calla lilies.

Bridal roses for everlasting love. Baby’s breath for sincerity. White calla lilies for true love. And one singular tea rose in the middle for remembrance. After all it was her mother which had led her to pick out these flowers.

“Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the unity between our crown princess Y/N and her prince Sawamura Daichi. Marriage is defined as the unity of...”

The priest began his speech about the importance of staying together and worshipping each other in sickness and in health. Instead of paying attention to the priest, Daichi was gazing into Y/N’s eyes that were brimming with tears. Daichi used his hand to wipe the tears away making Y/N giggle.

“And now do you Daichi, take Y/N to be your lawfully wedded wife. To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, through the good and bad times, for better or for worse, until death do you part?” The priest asked. Daichi looked from the priest to Y/N and nodded.

“I do.”

“And do you Y/N, take Daichi to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, through the good and bad times, for better or for worse, until death do you part?” The priest asked Y/N who was giggling at Daichi.

“Huh? Oh um -ahem- yes I do.” Y/N cooed grasping Daichi’s hands. The ring bearer brought up the two rings for the couple to exchange. Daichi picked up Y/N’s delicate hand and slipped the sliver ring with the (birthstone) right in the middle. Y/N in turn slipped the silver band onto Daichi’s finger and motioned to the priest whispering something in his ear.

“The bride wishes to speak.” The priest explained and allowed Y/N to speak.

“Daichi from the moment I met you I knew that you would protect me until my prince appeared. In all the fairytales I’ve read this is a rule and scripture for all royals. Regardless I believed in these stories that you and I read by candlelight. You’re my white knight who saved my life even if you’ve come from a different line of life than I have. But I know today is the day that I will love you for the rest of my life. It starts today.” Y/N mused as she took Daichi’s hands in hers.

“I love you so much.” Was all Daichi could respond with that roused laughter from the wedding guests.

“Are there any objections? Speak now or forever hold your peace.”

It was quiet for a moment before Bokuto and Kuroo began to hoot like an owl and meow like a cat, causing Daichi to smack his face in embarrassment and caused The King and all the subjects to roar in laughter again. Even the ever cold Queen smirked at the antics of the two knights.

“If there are no real objections I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride” The priest said. Daichi and Y/N brought their lips together for a passionate kiss that was serenaded by the wedding fanfare again.

Daichi left the chapel a new man, with his princess holding tightly to his arm and a large smile on his face. As the newlyweds climbed into their carriage Daichi brought his face towards Y/N’s and placed his lips on hers once more.

“I love you so much Y/N.”

“And I love you Daichi. Now let’s go start the rest of our lives together.” Y/N said cozying up to her husband. “Are you sure you have everything?”

“Oh wait I have one more thing to do real quick. Can I see your bouquet?” Daichi asked. Y/N looked at him weirdly and watched as Daichi chucked the bouquet at the back of Suga’s head.

“I OWE YOU SUGA!” He cried out as the crack of the whip sounded through the air and the carriage took off.

“Daichi those were my flowers!” Y/N cried playfully hitting him on the arm.

“I’ll plant a million more for you my dear.”

THE END

PLEASE NOTE: This is my original work that I posted on my first blog @squiddlie. I am moving all my writing to this blog and there isn’t any plagiarism on this blog.

#daichi x y/n #daichi x f!reader #cute octopus writing #haikyuu!!#one shots #daichi sawamura #sugawara koushi #kuroo tetsurou #bokuto koutarou #knights #princesses #princes #royal AU #fluff #angst #humor #boys joshing around

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Today was great and Im only frustrated that my lip has gotten worse again. I think from the friction from my mask and the heat all day made it worse. But my whole mouth area hurts and it sucks. Honestly, I am also just very sore. We did a lot of walking in the sun today!!

I didn't sleep great last night. I had weird nightmares again and I woke up with my lip all covered in dry blood. I was pretty upset about it and it would only get worse. I tried my best to baby it but there was only so much I could do.

I got washed up and dressed though. I was super excited for costume. I would end up wearing my corset open because it was a lot warmer then I expected. But I felt so cute. I loved how I did my hair, with two twisted braids under my headband. I was very pleased. My makeup would mostly wear away half way through the day but I still felt really good about it. James put on their costume so we could see how it looked before we left, just in case something had to change. But I think they looked great. The new shirt is so good and loots great on them. They would wear a regular shirt for the drive, so I put all our accessories and their costume in a tote bag to bring with us.

I was in a really chill mood overall. Jess was texting me all upset about feeling rushed and things not working the way she was hoping but I was chill and tried to give her some of that energy.

We left here and went to Mcdonalds before we drove the hour and a half to the ren faire.

And it was a good drive! The way there we made great time, we listened to a few episodes of the story podcast we listen to on long drives. We had lots of laughs because I kept saying dumb shit and James would tease me but in the best way. It was a good ride.

Jess was worried about the parking line but we got there a little after 1030 and there was no line at all! And they pulled in minutes after us!

It took us all a few minutes to get our costumes right and get ourselves together. But Jess and her brother and sister-in-law would come over to us and then we would all go in together.

We got in really fast. And for real it was barely crowded. Like there were crowds but nothing like Ive experienced in the past. We barely had to wait for anything. When we first got there we got lemonade and played with some photo opp things. I had a great time walking around and was for sure the leader of the day.

I would just lead us to what I thought was good. James was there for whatever and Jess didn't have anything specific. We didn't know what any shows were so we only ended up going to one. Which was the mud pit show. Which I always love. We caught a little of a few other shows but we should have probably planned that better. We did get to see the mermaids which was very cool though. She even had fangs.

I loved seeing people's costumes. And we ate a lot of different things. I had a smoothie. Me and Jess shared a pickle. Jess and James each had turkey legs. I had a baked potato. We would have kettle corn and I got a little sandwich. They got coffee and James shared an apple muffin with me. It was such a food day and it was great.

We didn't buy much beyond food. I did get to do things I never got to before. I got to do the gemstone panning thing. I have always wanted to do that but it always seemed expensive but it was $15 and I got some awesome stones and really had a great time. And James got me one of those copper roses and I always wanted one of those. So it was pretty great.

We would do a lot of walking. A lot of people watching. Going in shops. Enjoying the company. We watched the glass blowing demo. We got James sized for a kilt and the men who ran that place were so excited that were getting married. They apparently also do rentals and gave us their card so we can get something for James that we know is nice. I think we even know the color.

I really had a great day. I was tired but like in a good way. We went to the dungeon and read about all the scary things people did to each other. James found someone's wallet?? So we gave that to the woman at the front. I hope it made its way back to the owner.

We did see a poor girl who was wasted wasted and an actor came to check on her because she was double over on her self, looked asleep, but then security staff and first aid came and checked on her to get her some water and find her friends. I hope she is okay.

We surprisingly didn't see to many embarrassingly drunk people, for being Octoberfest. It was fun seeing people in all kinds of costumes though and I was having a great time.

Jess was moving very slow because her feet hurt and we kept losing her. So to keep James slow I held their hand and to keep Jess with us I held her hand and we were a little train. A man at a booth laughed at us and said we needed a leash when I told him why we were doing this. But it worked!!

Jess got a precious hat. And then we bought honey products. We ran into her brother and sister in law and it was decided we wouldn't stay through the end and instead leave at 530ish.

So we got our last snacks and headed to the front to wait.

Me and Jess talked for a while while James filled our water bottle. And then we went out to sit in a gazebo and take some costume pieces off. It was just a wonderful day. I am so glad we got to go. Lookign through my posts we haven't been there together since 2014, me and James went to the Maryland one ins 2018. But it has been forever so this was just the best. And I get to see Jess again next Tuesday so it wasn't even that sad saying goodbye.

I was excited to go home. But we had some issues. We ended up going on the wrong exit on the turnpike and had to go twenty miles out of the way to turn around. And then we had another wrong turn and it was another 20 minutes added.

But we stopped for donuts and tacos after that. Donuts for James and tacos for me. And we listened to more tanis and enjoyed the sunset.

We got home around 830. Washed up and now were in bed. My lips are hurting really bad and have split open again. Im going to get actual neosporn tomorrow. Auquafore just isn't cutting it.

But now is time for rest.

I hope tomorrow is beautiful for all of you. Goodnight everyone!!

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SJTR is my villain origin story

So I finished Stalking Jack the Ripper.

Originally I told myself that I was going to just stick it out and read the next one (“Oh, it’s about vampires and Dracula. It’s probably more fun. You can forget all about the pain this one inflicted on you"). No. I got 12% of the way through and had to DNF. So here are my messily compiled thoughts on the book, basically expanded from the last post. Honestly, kind of feel free knowing I won’t be writing more about this series. (Also I am adding some TWs down below but don't know if I am doing them right!)

More on the exoticism, weirdness with Audrey Rose's Indian mother, and the British Empire:

In chapter 14, we read, "Dark strands of hair were piled atop my head, my eyes more mysterious somehow with the dark liner, and my lips were the bright crimson of freshly spilled blood … I thought of my mother and the saris she’d brought me to wear from Grandmama’s homeland. I felt just as stunning now as I did then, and the memory warmed me.” I am still trying to figure out why Maniscalco made Audrey Rose mixed race. Why is Audrey Rose’s grandmother from India? Literally, what did it add to the story? Was it nothing more than just a cute lil quirky fun character trait to her? I don’t think I missed any key moments where there were important conversations about race, imperialism, British occupation, etc., mostly because Audrey Rose’s father (a big fancy rich lord) is a white man and because Audrey Rose is white-passing. I can’t recall any moments in the book where she faces the realities/consequences of being a socially mobile POC WOMAN in LONDON IN THE 1880s. Honestly, if someone else can point out a passage I glossed over or explain some nuance I missed I would actually really appreciate it, because this drove me CRAZY.

(Audrey Rose and her brother also go visit a circus in town in chapter 15; of course these events existed purely for England/colonizing countries to exercise and display their power and to exoticize/exploit the communities/cultures that they came into contact with. Audrey Rose sees silks, beads, etc. that remind her of her grandmother’s saris, smells the foods of her family’s “homeland,” etc. Also in the same chapter there’s this great scene where her brother is describing their mother and father’s marriage: “Grandmama told me she’d refused him twenty times just for fun,” Nathaniel replied. “Said he squirmed like a cobra in a basket. That’s how she knew he was in love.” Uhhh … Is that supposed to be romantic?)

On the feminism stuff:

I am too *gestures vaguely* to write much more on this. Yeah, it’s heavy-handed. Yeah, it’s cringey. But at the end of the day, it’s not really that harmful, I guess. Here’s just a fun sampling of some of my favorite lines from the book:A few of my favorite bites from the book:

***“close-minded society” (chapter 21) Okay

***"Why turn a murderer of women into front-page news?” (chapter 15) Bro do you know how the media works

***"But what of her [mother’s] insistence that I could be both strong and beautiful? Surely Father had to be wrong.” (chapter 21) Yes girl you are strong and beautiful!

***"There would be no skirts or bustles to wrangle with anymore. I was through with things confining me” (chapter 22) Ugh down with corsets just another tool of the patriarchy amirite

On the violence against women, weird classism, and stuff about prostitution:

I was bound to be uncomfortable about a lot of this because I have weird feelings about true crime stuff, and this is historical fiction set around the Jack the Ripper murders. It was going to go sour somewhere.

Consistently Audrey Rose wants to be sympathetic, but is unable to connect all the parts of this situation together: she struggles to imagine the women (very real-life victims) beyond their lives of prostitution, poverty, squalor. When she does, we see something like this: "The women he murdered did matter ... They were daughters and wives and mothers and sisters” (chapter 28). Oftentimes she wishes she could continue to cut cadavers open in peace (women in science!) without having to think about how those cadavers came to be on her examination table: “I needed to get away from those women and their tragic lives before my emotions got the better of me” (chapter 25). Perhaps Maniscalco deserves more credit here, and perhaps I’m just being a bitch, because Audrey Rose is a very privileged girl and her actions and thoughts make that clear. It’s just that the conclusions she comes to in the name of feminism, justice, etc. weren’t at all satisfying to me.

Also: OH MY GOD. Oh my god. There is this one moment that is BRANDED AGAINST THE GRAY MATTER OF MY BRAIN FOREVER and I will never forget it. At one point, Audrey Rose and love interest Thomas decide the best thing they can do is go out and—yes—stalk Jack the Ripper. To do this, they know they need to “blend in” with the crowds in East End. So … like … cosplaying as poor people? Audrey Rose manages to find and wear the dress of ONE OF THE MURDER VICTIMS (long story short her medical doctor uncle was in a relationship with this woman and when she died he acquired her worldly possessions). It’s like, so fucked up, I can’t even describe my reaction when I read it. In chapter 25 we read, "The dress was a little too old, a little too ragged, a bit too big. If I were to wear this ghastly dress out, I’d look as if I belonged in the East End, begging for work to feed my addictions … It was absolutely perfect.” Oh my god. And THAT’S NOT EVEN THE WORST PART. While they’re “stalking Jack the Ripper” on this incredibly stupid mission, the two main characters just … make out in an alley. Like, okay. People are being murdered and you’re wearing a dead woman’s dress and you suspect your father of being guilty, but yeah, that kind of stuff makes us all a little horny. Super relatable. Absolutely no concept of reality or consequences or anything at all.

Another random note on class: I noticed the only time Maniscalco writes in dialects/accents, she’s writing seedy/working-class characters. Not saying this is a problem unique to Maniscalco’s writing by a longshot, but ... something to think on. (I think it’s ingrained in a lot of author’s writing habits/minds at this point.)

Weird stuff about the dad, the brother, and what justice means to Audrey Rose:

I had to add a whole new highlighting color for this stuff!

Any growth Audrey Rose might’ve shown over the course of the novel—anything about how these women mattered, and how they deserved justice as any “highborn” individual might, simply by dint of being humans—goes away when she and Thomas come to the conclusion that the Ripper murders must have been committed by Audrey Rose’s father. She realizes her moral dilemma when she contends with the harsh reality: if her father is the Ripper, can she turn him into the authorities? Audrey Rose worries how that might impact her own moral virtue: "They’d hang Father. Given who he was, they’d make it as public and brutal as possible. Just because blood might stain his hands did not mean I wanted his on mine. No matter if it was right or wrong” (chapter 24). First of all, BITCH. You have to. You have to report this kind of thing. No ifs, ands, or buts. I HAVE to imagine Maniscalco’s intended audience would feel the same? It’s? Serial murder? Second: Audrey Rose, baby, sweetie, honey. This is just a reminder that ACAB. I actually don’t know a whole lot about how the late Victorian criminal justice system functioned, but something tells me her family's public outlook would’ve been less bleak than she imagines here.

Lucky for Audrey Rose, her dad isn’t guilty in the end—but her brother sure is. He’s a mad scientist, using the brutalized bodies and souvenirs of his victims for Frankenstein-style experiments. Ultimately, he wants to reanimate the corpse of his and Audrey Rose’s long-dead mother, and he believes he can achieve this by transplanting fresh organs into ? Her dead and decomposed body? The thing is that, this moral dilemma persists for Audrey Rose—and her dad, too. He pressures her not to bring the little matter of Nathaniel’s issue—you know, his casual murder of a number of local women—to Scotland Yard: “They’ll have your brother hanged,” he said quietly. “Could you honestly watch that happen? As a family, have we not suffered enough?” (chapter 29). Nathaniel electrocutes himself to evade capture by the authorities, and Audrey Rose and her father feel relief. The book ends by confirming that "Lord Edmund covered up Nathaniel’s involvement, I didn’t ask how. One day I’d let everyone know the truth, but the pain was too raw now” (chapter 30).

((Side note: Listen. I knew Nathaniel had something sinister going on from the GET-GO (I’m not trying to be obnoxious) because he basically started some nighttime vigilante group called the Whitechapel Knights of Justice or whatever bullshit, I don’t know. All I know is that my red flags IMMEDIATELY started going off because that sounds exactly like the terrible and awful Crusader cosplay clubs from my (bad) Catholic childhood, where everyone thinks they’re a knight for Good but really they’re the bad guy.))

Overall, kind of ...

I think one of my biggest issues with this ending was … You have already stepped into a realm of fantastical revisionist history here in writing such a fictionalized version of these real-life events. (I know Maniscalco is far from the first to do it.) That means that the rules you are playing by are essentially your own—evidenced by the liberties she points out in her Author’s/Historical note (dates changed for convenience or storytelling purposes, real-life individuals changed for narrative purposes, etc.). So WHY would you not conclude this fantasy retelling of the Jack the Ripper murders by meting out some form of justice? I hear the counterargument: "Well, because we still don’t know the culprit today. This book would ring hollow if it named someone since historians, forensic scientists, etc. still don’t know who committed these crimes." My question: is that really a problem though? This is a work of fiction. Nothing in history happened the way it is written here. Is it crueler to the women who were murdered and who remain spectacles for true crime junkies and authors like this, less satisfying to readers who want some more concrete kind of closure, to not offer that up? I am asking this in earnest here, because I don’t know. Maybe it is insensitive to make up a murderer, to fill in the gaps in order to make sense of the violence that happened. But in my brain it feels almost like a responsibility at this point, since these murders served as the backdrop for the romance between Audrey Rose and Thomas, for the background to Audrey Rose’s empty feminist diatribes, and as inspiration for a book that went on far longer than it needed to. To me it kind of feels like the least an author could do, but I have no clue.

Anyways, I'm just glad I get to put this series to bed. No more.I truly lost sleep over it this weekend. Onto something better, please, for the love of god.

#mnc reads #mnc writes #stalking jack the ripper #sjtr #I dont know what to tag this as but I dont want to leave anything out!#tw death #tw suicice #body horror #violence #classism #I guess #racism #maybe #I dont know #Im sorry

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