#he's a country boy afterall

[cookkoo]

Drawtober 2023 day 31: Fire

He somehow always knows the spot to show her the wonder of nature, broadening her horizon

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[winchesterwild78]

Cranky

Characters: Soldier Boy (Ben) x Reader 

Warnings: Ben being a dick (I mean he is Soldier Boy), Language, insecurities, Fluff, SMUT, unprotected sex (wrap it up people)

A/N: This idea came to me earlier today when I was fighting a bad headache and got a bit cranky. 😀 I wrote it in a matter of hours and didn’t edit it well. Please overlook any mistakes. Afterall, I had a headache and was cranky. 😃

All work is my own, don’t take it!!

Minors DNI 18+

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“Leave me the fuck alone, Ben! It’s over 100 degrees, the fucking air conditioner isn’t working right, and I have a damn headache. I don’t need your bullshit too! Go cook your own damn dinner.” You shouted as you slammed your shared bedroom door. “Woman, you have some nerve speaking to me like that, and don’t slam my fucking doors.” He growled as he pushed open the door. “YOUR doors?!?! Fuck you, Ben! I thought this was our place? At least that’s what you said when you begged me to move in here. I guess your true colors are showing aren’t they?” “I didn’t beg you to do shit. I’m Soldier Boy, I don’t need to beg for anything, food, drugs, pussy. I get what I want when I want it, doll.” 

Your eyes went wide when he said that. You can handle his puffed up ego, his occasional drug use, even though it’s not as bad as it used to be, hell you can even handle his occasional misogynist views, but you couldn’t handle him talking about being with other women. The thought of him with another woman now just broke your fucking heart. 

The two of you had been together for about a year and a half. You two decided to move in together about six months ago. Most of the time it was fine. There were however days like today when everything hit a boiling point. You loved Ben and you knew he loved you. Sometimes he forgot you were in his corner and he would lash out at you, and sometimes you would forget he couldn’t help the way he is and you would push his buttons. 

You sat down on your shared bed and a single tear rolled down your face. “I need you to leave me alone right now. My head is hurting and I think we both have said some things we will regret later.” You spoke softly. Ben started to protest but was still pissed. He grumbled something under his breath and stormed out of the room. 

You heard the front door slam and you crumbled. You laid in your bed and cried until your head hurt worse and you fell asleep from exhaustion. You weren’t sure what time it was when you woke up. It was dark in the room and the sound of the front door shutting woke you up. You sat up in bed when you heard Ben’s voice and what sounded like another voice. 

You looked over and saw it was after 2 in the morning. You made your way out of the bedroom and down the dark hallway. You froze halfway down the hall when you heard two female voices and Ben’s. “Oh Soldier Boy, I want to show you how much I appreciate your service to our country.” One of them said. “I want to see if I can handle a big supe like you.” The other one said. You rounded the corner and found two, very young, very hot women hanging on Ben, who was dressed in his Soldier Boy uniform. 

You made eye contact with Ben as tears pricked your eyes. How could he betray you by doing this? You’ve given him everything, given up everything to be with him. The women saw you and were startled. “Who’s she?” One of them asked. Ben looked at you with a strange look in his eye and said “She’s nobody important.” Your mouth fell open and your heart shattered. The two women giggled and you turned to walk back to the bedroom. Ben knew what he was doing was wrong. He loved you but he was pissed, hurt even. 

Once in your room you grabbed a bag and started putting things in it. You hoped Ben would come to the room and beg you not to go, but he stayed in the living room with them. You heard giggles and squeals. Each one was like a knife to your heart. Ben was tough, but he was playful, loving and kind too. You finished packing some stuff and walked out of the room. You stopped long enough to see the women kissing Ben and rubbing on his body. You felt sick. 

Ben saw you with your bags. As you got to the door you turned around and said “Goodbye Ben, I love you.” Closing the door you sobbed all the way to your car. 

You drove to one of the closet hotels and checked in. Once in your room you took a shower and crawled into the bed. You curled into a ball and sobbed. You love Ben, you thought he loved you too. Talks between you two involved talking about the future. Marriage, children, retirement, normal life. When the two of you got together the sex was hard and rough, hot. Now it was softer and more loving. You were afraid this was what drove him into their arms. Was your life with Ben too boring, normal now? 

As you drifted off to sleep your phone rang. You looked at the screen and it was Ben. You ignored it. He hung up and called back several times. Finally after ten missed calls, and over a dozen texts you finally answered the phone. “What do you want, Soldier Boy?” You hissed. Ben’s mouth dropped. “Baby, please come home. I’m sorry. I made them leave. Nothing happened. I promise.” Ben said. “I don’t care what you do anymore Soldier Boy, fuck all the bimbos you want. Maybe you’ll find one who will suck your cock and cook your dinner all at the same time.” You seethed. “Please stop calling me Soldier Boy. It’s not my name, it’s not who I am.” Ben pleaded. “Not who you are anymore? Then why were you in the bar picking up women in it? Oh that’s right. Women drop their panties for Soldier Boy. How many of them drop their panties for Ben?” You hissed. Venom dripping with each word. “I’m exhausted Ben, I’m going to sleep. I’ll be by tomorrow for the rest of my things. If you’re still there I’ll be quick so I don’t disturb your plans with whoever is there with you. Good night, Ben. I hope you know how much I loved you.” You said quietly. “Baby please don’t leave me. I’m sorry. I love you too.” You could hear his voice crack. You knew he was crying. 

You hung up and turned your phone’s ringer off. You cried harder. Your heart was broken. You loved him so much and wanted to marry him. You finally fell asleep. You would make a plan tomorrow morning, right now you just wanted to sleep. A few hours later the phone in your hotel room rang. “Hello” you answered groggily. “Hello, Miss. Y/L/N, this is Sarah at the front desk. There is a man here saying he’s your husband. He’s very intoxicated and demanding to see you. If you need me to, I can call the police.” She offered. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’ll be down in a minute.” You sighed and hung up. Grabbing your shoes and robe you made your way down to the lobby. 

There Ben was. Drunk and just an absolute mess. His hair was all over the place, he was dressed in his t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He looked like your Ben. Your soft, kind, loving Ben. “Where is my wife? I know she’s here. Bring her to me. I need to tell her I fucked up and I love her more than anything. Please, bring her to me. Please.” He collapsed on the ground crying. 

You walked over to him and touched his shoulder. “Ben, honey. Come on, get up. Let’s get you upstairs.” You softly said. 

Ben looked up at you. His beautiful green eyes were bloodshot and red. From booze and crying. As he stood his big arms went around you pulling you into a tight hug. He started sobbing. “Baby I’m so sorry. Please don’t leave me. I love you. I’m a fuck up. I know I don’t deserve you or a second chance, but please don’t leave me. I swear nothing happened with them. I made them leave as soon as you left.” “Ben, honey come on. Let’s go to the room. We both need sleep.” You took his arm and led him to the elevator. On the elevator he held you tight. You tried not to melt into his touch, but you couldn’t help it. 

Once in the room you helped remove his shoes and his clothes down to his boxers. You knew he got hot at night so you wanted to make sure he was comfortable. Thank goodness the air conditioner in the room was working, because Ben was a furnace. Sleeping next to him was always hot. You crawled in bed next to him but kept your distance. You wanted to hold him or be held by him but your heart was still broken. Both of you laid in the dark in silence. Then Ben broke the silence. 

“Y/N, I love you. I know I hurt you and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I just need you to know I have never nor would I ever cheat on you. You’re everything to me and I want to marry you and have children with you. I’ve never wanted anyone like I want you. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. If tomorrow you still want to leave, I’ll help you pack.” He leaned over and kissed your forehead softly. You leaned into his kiss. 

“Ben, I love you too. You broke my heart. Seeing you with those women and you telling them I was nobody important shattered my heart. I saw a future with you. Marriage, children and a happy life. I know you didn’t sleep with them. My Ben could never do that. You might be a hothead, but you’re not a cheater. I know that. I don’t know what to do. How can I be sure when we get into an argument you won't repeat tonight?” You asked him

Ben sat up and turned on the bedside lamp. He turned and looked at you. “Baby, I will spend the rest of our lives proving to you how much I love you and how much you deserve.” You sat up and cupped his face. “I love you Benji.” You placed a soft kiss on his lips. He pulled you in tighter and kissed you deeper. His hands went to the back of your head and pulled you down to the bed. 

You moaned and could feel your arousal starting to grow. Ben stopped and looked at you “so beautiful. My beautiful girl.” You blushed and he kissed you again. His lips set your soul on fire and his touch drove you wild. He pulled at the hem of your shirt and you leaned up helping him remove your shirt. Your bra was already off so your bare breasts were exposed to the cool air in the room. Your nipples grew hard with every touch of Ben’s fingers. His lips trailed down your neck and to your collarbone. One of his calloused hands grabbed your breast and his lips sucked on the other. You tilted your head back and moaned his name. “Mmm, Ben. Please take me now.” You moaned. 

Ben hooked his fingers in the waistband of your pants and pulled them down along with your panties. You lifted your hips to help him take them off. You could see his arousal in his boxers and you bit your lower lip. Ben was large and thick. He was bigger than any other man you’d been with. When you first started sleeping together his length and girth hurt, but now it curled your toes. Ben stood beside the bed and removed his boxers, letting his hard length spring free. 

“You ready sweetheart?” Ben asked seductively. You shook your head yes. Not trusting your own voice. “Words, baby girl. Use your words.” Ben said. “Yes, Ben. Please. I need you.” You moaned. Ben climbed on the bed and parted your legs with his. He kissed up your thighs stopping at your dripping wet folds. He used his calloused fingers to separate them, feeling the wetness and heat. He swiped his fingers over your swollen clit and you moaned, bucking your hips. “Don’t tease me, Ben.” you moaned. “So needy, aren’t you sweetheart.” He grinned. 

Ben pumped himself a few times before lining his swollen cock to your dripping wet entrance. He slowly pushed in, you both gasped. You bucked your hips and wrapped your legs around his waist trying to push him in. He took the hint and bottomed out deep inside. “Oh Ben!” You gasped and dug your nails in his biceps. He smirked and pulled almost out before thrusting in again. Each thrust, each moan pushed you closer to the release you were chasing. Ben leaned back, took his thumb and started to rub circles on your clit. You moaned loudly and pushed yourself into his thumb. “Play with yourself baby. I want to feel you cum on my cock. Squeeze my cock with your tight little pussy.” Ben whispered in your ear. 

You reached your hand between the two of you and started rubbing your swollen clit. Ben grabbed the back of your thighs and lifted your legs onto his shoulders. He started to pick up the pace as he was helping you chase your release, he was chasing his too. “Ben..I’m..close..I’m gonna..” “Cum for me sweetheart. Cum all over my cock.” Ben urged. “Oh fuck! BEN!!” You screamed his name as you came hard and your walls clenched around his cock. Ben stopped his thrusts and buried his face in the crook of your neck. You cumming like you did almost made him cum too. 

He leaned back up, kissing your lips as he got back in position. He began thrusting in you again. You could tell he was close. His movements became more determined and deeper. Your nails dug into his large biceps and your fingers danced lightly over his toned chest. This man was a god among men and he was all yours. A single tear slipped out of your eye. You weren’t sad, in that moment as you were looking up into his green eyes you knew he meant what he said. He loved you and he wanted only you. Looking deep in his eyes you whispered “I love you, my Benji. Always and forever.” 

Ben leaned down and captured your lips with his. The kiss was soft and full of love. “I love you too, my y/n/n, Always and forever.” His thrust began to get sloppy and you knew he was close. “Cum Ben, please cum in me. Fill me up with your seed. Put a baby in me.” You said breathlessly. That turned Ben on more than you realized. He growled and started to thrust harder. Then with one final thrust he came hard with a loud grunt. You could feel him coat your womb with his seed. As he finished he pulled out. A little of his cum seeped out of your used pussy. 

Ben went to the bathroom to grab a washcloth to clean you both up. Once you were both clean he tossed it to the side and pulled you close. He kissed your head and both of you let out a contented sigh. “I love you so much, Y/N.” “I love you too, Ben. Let’s enjoy this cool air and get some much needed sleep.” You said as you yawned. “I agree, but answer me one question before we go to sleep.” He sat up. “Sure, Ben, what is it?” You asked, closing your eyes. “Will you marry me?” Ben asked. Your eyes opened wide and you sat up. “What?!?” “I want you to marry me. Will you marry me?” Ben questioned again. You sat shocked. “Ben, I would love nothing more than to marry you.” You replied and smiled. He pulled you into a kiss and both of you laid down. 

You placed your head on his chest, hearing the steady beat of his heart. His arms were wrapped around you and he was letting his fingers draw delicate patterns on your skin. You felt safe in his arms. Regardless of everything that happened today, you knew he loved you and you loved him. You understood that sometimes we all can get just a bit cranky. 

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[allyricas]

I love gay Eddie and bisexual awakening Steve. It's solid and popular for a reason. It works, makes a lot of sense.

But...I also love flirty-cluelessly-queer Eddie and comfortable-with-his sexuality Steve.

Eddie does flirt. With everyone. It was pretty clear he was flirting with Chrissy. He was flirting with Steve. Calling him big boy and getting up in his personal space, being all cutesy.

So, imagine Eddie just casually flirting with Steve and it doesn't mean anything to him. He's just being Eddie. He isn't even aware that it's flirting. He really considers it teasing. The man is dramatic and silly. He loves to make a scene. So "teasing" people is fun for him.

Eddie who is a super senior running a DnD club for outcasts, loves Lord of the Rings, plays in a metal band. I think Eddie is always into some sort of hyperfixation to be trying to bang chicks or dudes.

There was totally a phase were he was obsessed with folk and old country music (Woody Guthrie much). There was the Jane Austen phase (It fits, c'mon). The time he tried to learn to crochet. His lasting phase with fantasy novels. His intense love of metal music. He knows a lot about music in general. Obscure shit. Oh, those handcuffs-definitely from his magic phase. Tell me, 12 year old Eddie didn't want to be a magician. He probably did card tricks, the whole deal.

Eddie would be the kind of guy who'd spout all sorts of random knowledge. He probably has one specific time period in history he could rant about for hours.

The man has raging ADHD (takes one to know one). He's a self-professed nerd and outcast. The only thing that might be considered "cool" is that he plays in his band. But even then, he's a total nerd about it.

Eddie is hot as hell. That is undeniable. But Eddie has been too damn busy being a fucking nerd to date or hook up. I think he's so focused on his interests, it could easily not have been on his radar. Same way he's failed senior year twice in a row despite being smart as hell. The shit they are trying to teach doesn't interest him and that makes Eddie fucking struggle.

He's bouncy and hyperactive. He probably has terrible tunnel vision when he gets into a book or movie or campaign. Dating has thus far not been interesting enough especially combined with how he's treated by the people in Hawkins.

So, yeah- he flirts and teases. He thinks it's harmless fun. With Chrissy, it was a way to make her feel safe and lighten the mood. With Steve, it's a way to disarm him. It's King Steve afterall. Why not play up the metalhead freak persona. Let him think he's weird.

It isn't until Steve starts flirting back and gives Eddie butterflies that Eddie realizes this is not heterosexual behavior. And he knows a lot about that because he was accidentally flagging for a whole goddamn year. Because he wanted to look metal as fuck and thought the bandana was badass.

Steve calls Eddie princess. Calls him pretty boy. Throws in a babe. Everytime Eddie refers to him as big boy or Stevie, Steve just smirks and comes up with a new pet name that wrecks Eddie (who has no idea what is fucking going on). Throw in the boys getting high together with no inhibitions and Steve actively trying to romance him and Eddie's in a full blown sexuality crisis.

best part: Steve thinks Eddie is gay because of the bandana that he wore all year. Add in all the flirting and then Steve's really putting the moves on totally clueless Eddie. And say what you want about Steve, but he has game. I can just imagine Eddie trying to frantically figure out why all of the sudden he wants to make out with Steve "the hair" Harrington and Steve's like...aren't you gay?

(if anyone knows of steddie fics anything like this, please rec them!)

[sister-of-hitoshi]

Bnha main three x turned to child reader

Scenarios with just fluff!

Midoriya Izuku

It was a quaint, idle afternoon, although Midoriya Izuku was as busy as ever.

Being the former no.1 hero's protégé, being the weilder of One for All, being a dutiful student of the most prestigious academy of Japan, being a good son, being a supportive friend, a wonderful partner, a-

Good babysitter?

Yes there was a lot to be, but being a babysitter was really asking too much of him.

Our pure, sweet and innocent boy might be good with kids in general, but he was not made to handle little gremlins with short fuses.

But alas, to be the future no.1 hero of the country, you should be ready to face each and every challenge thrown at you.

Or that's what he kept telling himself.

Because right now, a little gremlin had been pulling at his curls for god knows how long.

And this little gremlin was his adorable s/o...

It all started when he had comeback to his room being left in shambles with a little toddler claiming their throne at it's centre.

"U-ummm"

"W-W-Whoooo a-are youuu??!!"

What is an adorable kid doing in his room? How are they even in his room? Isn't UA supposed to have top-tier security? Why is-

"I'M Y/N!!"

This was enough for his instincts to take over his next movements as he immediately picked you up and full-cowled to Aizawa sensei.

Recovery girl was informed, and following her deductions, he got to know about the duration of three days.

Without further ado, and due to all the qualities mentioned in point number 2, Aizawa immediately put him in charge of his companion.

Which brings us back to the present.

The present where you were running around the common school yard with him chasing after you- because at some point during his conversation with his teachers you had become tired of his curls and had jumped down from his back, ordering requesting him to run and catch you.

The first few minutes he was only trying to humour you to see that adorable grin that you sported.

But this soon wasn't the case anymore since he was now being bested by a literal toddler in terms of running for two hours straight.

This activity was followed by you doing his hair and him doing yours in your room, since his was left in shambles and you wouldn't let him go.

To say you were hyper was an understatement-

And you hadn't even unleashed half of your potential!

At some point, the perplexity of his own precarious situation got to him, leading him to call his mom asking for tips.

Following which he had you strapped on his chest everytime he was busy doing something, he couldn't have you tiring yourself afterall (he didn't have it in him to run after you anymore)

It was pretty alright after your initial tantrums and pulling on his hair, asking to be let down.

You were a somewhat of cuddle bug for him- you slapped everyone's hands away when they tried to touch you, and only permitted him for doing so (he is still very proud of you for doing that).

Want to be entertained? You can swing using his black whips, float around the room with him, the options were endless!- So of course you did everything on the list because why not.

All in all he was a good servant caretaker, you never once cried when he was around and he could keep up with your royal decrees shenanigans.

Of course you would never know that he fantasized about you in his almight onesies

"...Is this the candy that you wanted, Y/N?"

"YEs"

You were pretty pleased with your devoted follower, so being a good ruler, you decided it was best to promise your loyal subject a deserving reward.

"Uh- they said that they've run out of stock for that juice Y/N-san so-"

You interrupted him by giving him a sweet peck on the cheek, as a reward of course-

"Mr. Izukw! I'm gonna marry yu in the fwuture!"

"..umM..."

.......

....

"...- so the kis- I MEAN THE CANDY- NO JUICE-JUICE-"

You child form wasn't enough to keep him from blushing till his ear tips.

He pulled on his bangs to keep you from seeing his red face.

"Umm...m-me too"

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[pachu09]

Isekai, Historical, Magical AU

Tobirama wanted to bash his head onto the nearest hard object his eye could spy. But! He didn't want to furthermore traumatized the child that was contently sitting in his arms.

He was so sure this didn't happened in the manga. The Emperor should have arrived after he successfully rescued Kagami!. So why did the bastard arrived way too early than the plot stated?!. Did he do something wrong?. So far nothing noteworthy happened when he transported in this world. Other than of course he had to learn how to use his Chakra. Which is pretty amazing in itself....

Tobirama cuts off his wandering thoughts and eyed suspiciously the Emperor and his entourage behind him. He better act like he's ignorant of the man's identity. Who knows what the Emperor would do to him if he revealed he knew who he is?.

" I don't really trust a man with a small army at his back not to kill me the moment I handed this child to you. "

The Emperor laugh loudly made Tobirama tensed in fear. " Fair enough, stranger.  Would you mind telling me what is your name so I could properly thank you for singlehandedly rescuing my nephew?. "

Tobirama pursed his lips. He decided to not tell his real name in case the Emperor tried to seek him out. " Call me Bito. " The Emperor face smoothing blankly made Tobirama warily eyed him. He carefully avoided the man's eyes when it seems his carefree attitude had suddenly vanished and then he turn to Kagami again.

" Little one. Your Uncle is here. Don't you want to go Home?. "

Kagami looked up to him with wide eyes. " But Bito!. You promised you'll go Home with me. "

Tobirama twitch. " I didn't promise anything little one. Go on. Your Uncle is waiting. Its rude to make him wait for you. "

Kagami suddenly clutches his neck and kisses his cheek affectionately had made Tobirama nearly drop the child.

" Okay Bito. But promise me you'll come visit me!. "

Tobirama deadpan and just went along in twining his pinky finger to that of the whining child. He then carefully handed a sleepy Kagami back to his Uncle who still had that emotionless look on his face.

He really need to skedaddle out of the Uchiha Kingdom if he doesn't want to end up beheaded like the original owner of this body. Nevermind in breaking his promise to Kagami but his life is on the line here!. Time is ticking and the sooner he's far away from this murderous Emperor the better it is.

Oh!. And he should probably find a noble Husband ( on paper only! He's straight as fuck thank you very much ). Just in case he needed a political backup. He heard the Water Clans like their spouses with Water Affinity. Surely, with how powerful he is he could easily snag a rich Noble there?.

" Thank you again, Bito–san " Tobirama ignored the strange intonation of the Emperor uttering his false name. " I hope we'll meet again soon. "

Tobirama felt chills running down his spine at that innocent remark.

" I don't think so. Since I'm just a passerby in this City. "

The Emperor's dark eyes pinning him on where he stood made Tobirama tensed up again. He's ready to teleport out of there in case the Emperor went nuts.

" Is that so?. And pray tell why you're visiting this...specific City?.

Tobirama scratches his cheek in embarrassment. " Ah. I was hoping I could find a suitable Husband but sadly I find none appealing. So I'm on my way to the next country. "

The Emperor blink and tilted his head at him. " That's strange. No sane City folk would dare to release you if you proposed to be their Spouse. "

Tobirama carefully back away. " Well thank the Gods they don't find me appealing. Goodbye good Sir and take good care of Kagami. That boy is quite a handful at times. " he quickly climb up on his horse and directed it to start walking. He never even look back at the small army behind his back. He's quite afraid to trigger the mad Emperor. He must make sure he can even journey out of the Fire country without any further incident.

Afterall, the original owner of the body he was occupying was unfairly beheaded by that insane Emperor and Tobirama who had read the manga several times had felt pity and sadness at the person who triggered Kagami’s slow descent to insanity. The manga Tobirama ( he's unnerved that he shared the man's name and even physical looks aside from the long hair, which he will surely chop off as soon as he had the chance ) had died because of a wrongful accusation.

Manga Tobirama had paid the false accusation with his reputation and life. And it started as a Catalyst for one Kagami to bear a hateful grudge to his whole Clan and most of all to his once beloved Uncle. The little child that he just met had grew up hating with every fiber of his being the people who made his Sensei suffer needlessly and in the end he managed to rebel against his Uncle but he also lost his own life in the process of trying to kill his own kin.

At the time when he read that particular scene he felt so sad at Kagami’s fate. The boy shouldn't have gone down the path of his hateful revenge. Because he knew one hundred percent that the Tobirama in the manga would have sacrifice his own life again and again just to make sure Kagami would live a happy life.

Tobirama sigh loudly, at least at this time he wouldn't be too close with Kagami and the boy will never go down his dark journey again. As long as he wasn't in the picture. It probably is for the best since he himself need to make sure he wouldn't die in this world.

He tap his horse on its side so that it could gallop faster. He suddenly felt unnerved when he activated his Sensing and it told him the Emperor and his entourage hasn't move from where he left them.

Tobirama decided he better not turn off his Sensing. He feared that there's a tail behind him. Unless he's finally near the Water Country then and only then will he turn it off even though the price of using such Chakra draining technique is tremendous. Ah, he'll makes sure he'll spend a week in Water Country recovering from overusing his Sensing.

With that clear plan, Tobirama gladly proceeds to rode his horse to the nearest small settlement.

~●~●~

A week later.

Tobirama stared at the expensive scroll the innkeeper had handed to him. He nearly drop the thing when he saw the Royal seal of the Uchiha. He decided he had to feign ignorance. Because he didn't really want to read whatever in it.

" I think this letter isn't really for me is it?. "

He donned his serious facial expression. The innkeeper stared confusedly at him.

" The Uchiha General outside the Inn told me to give it specifically to you. "

Tobirama instantly tensed up. The Uchiha General?. Why did he track him down? Shouldn't the Emperor had lost interest in him the moment he crossed over the Water Country?. What did he want from him?. Its not like he'll go back to the Fire Country in his own volition. He likes living and with his head intact. Thank you very much. He then glared at the damning scroll, sighed deeply and unrolled it.

He twitches on his place as he read the Emperor's message. The man is asking if he arrived unscathed to the Water Country. So far so good. Until the next paragraph made him want to scream in frustration.

Apparently, the Emperor is formally inviting him to be Kagami's personal Sensei. He shuddered in fear. No thanks. He better write up his reply quickly and give it to the General outside. His eyes then quickly scan the P.S beneath the Emperor's signature and stamped seal. He felt his Soul literally leaving his body as the message rang across inside his skull painfully.

P.S. If you try to deny my request. I will personally hunt you down and dragged you to my palace. There is no place in this world you can hide from me, Senju Tobirama.

Tobirama thinks it's time to implement his drastic plans. If the Emperor thinks he'll just roll over and do his biddings. He'll prove him wrong by making sure he won't ever catch him!.

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A month later, Tobirama was unaware as he was carried back by the Emperor of the Fire Country back to his palace. He was left heavily unconscious as he tried to fight one on one the most powerful man in the Elemental Countries. He was also unaware as he was given a seal on the back of his neck. Stating that he was the Emperor's most prized treasure or that he was installed in the Empress Chambers.

Come morning, Tobirama will wake up to a joyous Kagami jumping on him and the Emperor's Brother personally telling him that the entire Fire Country court was in a political meltdown because the Emperor had gotten rid of his dozens of Concubines because of him.

[clownprincehoeshi]

Parallel Hearts - Chapter 9

Synopsis: Never in your wildest dreams you imagined that you’ll meet your ult bias. Maybe you finally have your shot at love and happiness. Or not.

Pairing: fem reader x idol Jungkook fem reader x idol Mingyu fem reader x idol Hoshi

Genre: Fluff, Smut, Angst

Warnings: Kissing-Nudity-Sex 18+-Harrassment-Stalking-Death mentions-Cheating

Word count: 5681

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If you didn’t know before what you were feeling for Soonyoung, now you kind of do. That hug told you a lot. You had feelings for him, and these stupid feelings started creeping up here and there, without you realising.

You don’t know when it started or why. Maybe because he had such a soft and kind personality? Maybe because he was cute and fluffy like a teddy bear? And every time he smiled at you it made your day better?

You managed to pick yourself up and got that salad done. You all sat around the table outside, food and drinks all out and ready. You thought to taste some wine. Afterall, you were in a village filled with winery.

Being not such a big fan of wine meant you were not used to drink it so just one glass turned you into a talking smiley human.

It’s fine, you were among friends. Hana and Jun knew you very well. Then there was Vernon that would never judge or laugh at you. Joshua was completely drunk by now and Soonyoung seemed tipsy too, cheeks all red.

Now, maybe Seungkwan was the type to crack up some jokes, but he was too busy having fun.

Seungkwan: Ok, I have a proporsi…proprosi…porpo…shit. Let me try again. Pro po sit ion. There! Tonight is a night for deep conversations. We are among friends and I don’t know about you, but I would love to hear some touching stories and ideal from each of you. And maybe someone even has questions.

Joshua: I love this, Kwanie.

Seungkwan: Since I came up with the idea, I’ll start. I want to know what was the hardest moment of your life and what did you do to make it better.

Hana: Wow, that’s some deep shit there. The hardest moment for me was when my grandmother died. She practically raised me and I will never forget her. And I think you never heal from something like that, but with time, things get a little better and you cry less.

You try to show her some support by rubbing her back. You know the feeling of loosing someone close like that. It happened when you were in your home country few years back. You still think about that friend every single day. So yeah, it’s something that will always hurt.

Seungkwan: Ok, my hardest moment it’s similar. Everyone knows about my best friend and what happened. So….yeah, that was…really hard. I still struggle with the pain sometimes, but I have really good friends around me and my family. I know I am loved and it makes me feel safe.

Joshua: Yaaaah, this conversation while drunk hits different. Me next!! I think for me it was when I moved from the States. I didn’t know the language, the people, the culture. I was just a church boy that found himself in a foreign place. What about you, Hosh?

Hoshi: Ummm, there have been a few times when I had a really hard time. I can say that it’s hard to put one in front of the other because the contexts were very different. But for me, there were two moments. First one was when we first got hate from the public and antis. We were just kids and we didn’t deserve that much hate. I mean why would people be so mean? There is room for everybody. To tell us that we will never succeed. It made my blood boil. But we showed them. Look where we are now, there is no higher than this.

Vernon: And the second one?

Some of the guys were already prepared for what he was going to say, they knew it will be about his ex.

Hoshi: I mean…you know. Do I have to say it?

Seungkwan: Some of us don’t know, so yes. Not me, though, I know EVERYTHING!

Hoshi: It was when my at the time girlfriend cheated on me with one of my favourite idols. Caught them in bed. Something like that traumatises you for life. Really. I still have nightmares about it and I’m afraid of starting a new relationship. I think I better stay single.

Jun: Hosh, we talked about this before. You can’t expect that every future partner will act like that. For example, did you ever cheat?

Hoshi: No.

Jun: Then, Y/N here that was cheated on by an ex should think all guys cheat and never get involved with a guy again?

Hoshi: Someone cheated on you?

Hana: Yeah, silly. Your friend Mingyu.

Hoshi: I am sure he didn’t.

Hana: How can you know?

Hoshi: He’s one of the most genuine guys I know and I trust him, he would not lie to us.

Y/N: It doesn’t matter now, and yes, I have been cheated on, but by a guy you don’t know. It’s all in the past.

Hoshi: I want to know.

Joshua: Tell us, Y/N, we won’t judge. It’s a safe space and it stays between us.

Y/N: Sooo, I was 21 and we were together since I was 18. He was my first love, we met in college. I thought he was such a kind person, until I started to pay attention to the things my friends were telling me. I was just so blinded by love that I couldn’t see the big red flags. Turned out in our last year together he started a new relationship with a girl who used to be his best friend’s girlfriend.

Vernon: Shiiiieeeet, that’s so fucked up.

Y/N: And the way I found out it made me sick. We used to live together and when I got back to our shared apartment from a weekend of taking care of my sister, because she got very sick. I found long black hairs everywhere. All over the bedroom floor, in the toilet, even inside of one of my fucking t shirts. He gave her my t shirt, guys! My favourite t shirt with the picture of my dog on it.

Hoshi: Where does this guy lives?

Jun: What’s his name?

Y/N: It obviously still hurts knowing I was so disrespected and humiliated. Of course it still plays with my head whenever I meet someone new. So you can understand why I just couldn’t believe Mingyu and get back together. Yeah, maybe he didn’t cheat, maybe it was a trap for us to brake up, but for me, having such low trust, it’s a deal braker. The moment the guy I’m with makes me cry and hurtlike that and feel unsecure about our relationship, it’s done.

Seungkwan: Oh, now things are starting to make sense. I think you two could share your experience, since it’s similar. I never knew how is to be cheated on.

He said, pointing to Hoshi while looking at you.

Y/N: Jun, tell us yours.

Jun: It’s like Shua hyung. Leaving home for a foreign country. Man, it was so hard to communicate with the guys. They were very good to me though and I really feel loved. So all hardship paid off in the end.

Everyone looking at Vernon, waiting.

Vernon: Oh. My turn. For me, it’s not a specific moment that happened and that’s that. It’s something that keeps on happening and I find myself having the hardest times when it does. It’s when I see members having a tough time, whether they are sick, or exhausted, or just sad and depressed. Their mood is affecting me a lot and it’s really hard to help when it happens. Because you never know what are the right words or the right actions, you know.

Everyone looking at Vernon with heart eyes and nodding, like he said something amazing. Which he did, Vernon is a pretty mature and knowledgeable guy. We love him, we admire him and we need to protect him, ok?

Y/N: Noni, I feel really bad about all those weird ass fan calls you are getting. I wish I would slap some sense into those fans, you don’t deserve that.

Seungkwan: Remember when Mingyu just hang up to a fan that told him to show her his abs? That’s what we should do every time someone is rude or out of line like that.

Y/N: Yeeesss!!!!! And you should hire me as your bodyguard and I’ll slap some bitches.

Joshua: Really? That’s how much you love us?

In your drunken state, you didn’t realise that the next second you looked right into Soonyoung’s eyes while replying “yes”to Joshua.

When he blushed red, you realised what you did and moved your eyes from him.

Shit shit shit!

Hana: Juniiii! Did you know that I had the biggest crush on you?

You were just having a sip from your glass and hearing her, you spit that all out. Luckily, in the air and on yourself, not on someone else. You rushed to the bathroom, took your shirt off and tried to wash it as quick as you could.

Stupid wine! I knew I shouldn’t drink it.

You think you did a pretty decent job with getting the stains out and now you have to get out of the downstairs bathroom to go up to your bedroom and find a new shirt to wear.

Hurrying out the bathroom door into the hallway, your drunk mind had no time to intercept the person in front of you and you crashed right into them.

The crash was so fast and silly and it threw both of you to the floor, whining.

Y/N: Ooooowww, my butt!!!

Hoshi: What about mine? Don’t you watch where you’re going?

Y/N: Me? What about you? Were you going to enter the bathroom while I was still inside?

Hoshi: I didn’t know you were in there.

Y/N: What if I was naked?

Hoshi: Why would you be naked?

Y/N: Taking a shower is supposed to happen naked.

Hoshi: Well you are half naked.

Y/N: Uh?

And you look down. You’re indeed half naked, only shorts and a bra on. You forgot all about the wet shirt you had in your hand that went flying somewhere on the floor.

Y/N: Like you’re not enjoying the view. Huh!

Hoshi: Am not!

Y/N: You are, look how you’re still starring.

Hoshi: Not my fault, I’m just a guy and you’re…

Y/N: I’m what?

He gets up faster than Flash and walks past you, right into the bathroom.

Y/N: I’m what? I’m what?

Hoshi: Shut uuuup!

He panicked because he was this close to tell you “you’re beautiful”

Because why would you tell a woman she’s beautiful, she doesn’t need to know. Keep your feelings to yourself, make her wait. Let her wonder. Wait a while, let her think, let her want you. Let her find another guy, get married. Maybe then it’s the right time to tell her. right?

You’re such an idiot! He tells himself. For almost blowing up his cover or for not telling you? He’s not sure. Just like he’s not sure what to do about what he feels towards you.

Now he’s sitting on the bathroom door, back leaned on the door, mouth open and eyes wide. He thinks he needs to stop drinking. How is he supposed to manage this week with you around? Why did he come here? He could have stayed back at the hotel with the other guys.

15 minutes later he gets out and walks outside. Nobody’s there. He hears music on the beach so he starts walking slowly, passing the trees and bushes in his way.

All of you were dancing in the sand, under the Moon. The sea was calm and the breeze nice. He felt happy, so in that moment he decided that what’s done is done and he will try to enjoy the next few days, even if it will become harder and harder for him.

He joined in into your little dancing circle.

Of course, you needed to tease him now.

Y/N: Now Kwon Soonyoung, we know we’re mere peasants compared to your dancing skills, please don’t make us feel bad.

Hoshi: Ha! I’m not a meanie like you, would never do that.

Y/N: Oh, I’m a meanie now?

In a fraction of a second you take his bottle of water he was holding in his hand and you run towards the water. He starts running after you.

Hoshi: Yaaaahh!! Give me that? I need to get sober!

Y/N: Why? You’re more easy drunk.

You stop few steps into the water and turn to him.

Hoshi: Easy? I’m not easy!

Y/N: Yeah you are. If DK was here you would be kissy kissy.

Hoshi: Well that’s because it’s our thing when we drink. My lips are not cheap, you know. I don’t just kiss anyone.

You start putting your lips, making kissing faces.

Y/N: Who will you kiss tonight? Seungkwan? I know you like to get him angry and he would hate that.

He starts pacing to your direction, his eyes mad and face serious. He grabs your chin with one hand and plants a kiss right on your lips. A small, quick kiss. Didn’t really feel like a peck, because it was wet, hard and longer than one.

With his other hand he grabs his bottle then he turns around and walks to the others.

Hoshi: Is this answering your question?

And he left you there. Pouty and upset. Shocked. He left you with your thought. There is nothing to say to that, he left you speechless for the first time. Well, it’s the first time that he knows of.

He stops somewhere a few meters in his way and turns to you, almost like waiting for an answer. He had no idea where this courage came from. He really kissed you.

Hoshi: Tiger got you tongue?

He crosses his arms before his chest and looks at you, still waiting. He thinks you’re so cute flustered like that.

Then you start moving and walk to him.

Y/N: Why did you do that?

Hoshi: What did I do?

Y/N: This is not a game, Soonyoung. After that conversation we just had one hour ago? You pull this? You can’t just kiss me then act like nothing happened.

Hoshi: I needed to shut you up somehow, you kept being mean to me.

Y/N: So what, now you’re going to kiss me anytime I tease you?

Hoshi: I don’t know.

Y/N: Do you like me, or something? Because it’s giving crush.

Hoshi: Pfff, as if. It was just a peck and I got the reaction I wanted. Look at you all flustered.

You shake your head and walk away. You hear his footsteps in the back, this time he’s quiet.

You don’t stop walking, telling goodnight to the group and heading to your room.

Seungkwan: Ya, Hoshi! What did you do?

Hoshi: Nothing, I was just messing with her a little.

You go straight into the shower, taking a cold one and all you can think about, all you can see and feel is that kiss. Stupid Soonyoung!!!

You get into bed and minutes later Hana comes and lays next to you, pulling one leg over yours.

Hana: Pooks, what happened?

Y/N: Stupid Soonyoung kissed me.

Hana: Wha..when? why?

Y/N: When we were in the water. I was teasing him about kissing the guys when he’s drunk so I guess he took it as a challenge? I don’t know.

Hana: Didn’t you hit his nut sack again?

Y/N: Nah, I was just speechless and I was standing there like a fool. Then I scolded him for doing that and left.

Hana: What did he say?

Y/N: He was acting like it was nothing. Really, I don’t get this guy.

Hana: You think he was trying to get back at you for that kiss in front of Mingyu and JK?

Y/N: You know…that didn’t even cross my mind. But you might be onto something. Still, after the conversation we had, he goes and kisses me?

Hana: Well, babe, you’re both single and adults. Nobody is cheating anybody. But I have the best idea ever.

Y/N: Oh no, here comes the worst idea ever.

Hana: No, I’m serious, it’s so good you will think I’m the smartest person. Here it goes. What if.

Y/N: Yeah?

Hana: What if? And bare with me here. What if you play his game, but better.

Y/N: What the hell does that mean?

Hana: I feel like he’s playing here, wanting to see your reactions. Beat him at his own game. Play it, do crazy shit to get a reaction out of him, flirt. Like, heavy flirting. You know what I mean.

Y/N: Hana, you know I kinda like him, right?

Hana: So what?

Y/N: Like, I don’t want to hurt my own feelings. You know, starting to like him more from all the flirting and he rejects me.

Hana: Pleaaaase, it will be so fun. I promise, boo! If you want, I can give you the ideas on what exactly to do. He won’t know what it hit him. Look at me! If he isn’t in love after I’m done with him, you can do whatever you want, I will be your personal servant for the whole year.

Y/N: I will do it only because I don’t lose at games. You’re on, Kwon Hoshi!

At least you could sleep now, knowing he’s been challenging you with that kiss and you’re going to get back at him.

Next morning the plan was in motion. Hana helped you pick the sexiest swim suit and you wore it for breakfast, with just a thin unbuttoned shirt over it. He hasn’t seen you like this ever.

And when he lays eyes on you  while you’re coming down the stairs it all feels in slowmotion. Your long golden hair shining when you walked in front of the window right into the sunshine. A light breeze was blowing your shirt away, revealing your spectacular tanned body.

He thought you looked like a goddess. Walking slowly and sensual towards the kitchen, his eyes went to your thighs. Magnificent, he thought. He wanted to be squeezed by them. They looked so soft.

Eyes going up to your perfect waist that he wanted to grip and never let go, to your breasts that were barely covered by the swim suit bra. If he was never a boob guy, now he was. Your neck sensual and long. If only he could put his hand around it while thrusting into you.

And don’t even get him started with your lips. He loved them. So plump, soft and sweet. Now that he felt them he wanted more.

You reached the kitchen table where he was sitting and his mouth almost drooling, opened wide, made you chuckle.

Y/N: Soonyoung, are you feeling ok? Too much Sun for you here? What can I do to make you feel better?

You put your hand on his thigh and look at him with a cute pout.

He snaps out of it like your hand burned his leg.

Hoshi: Sorry, I just had too much to drink last night and I’m not feelings super.

Y/N: Did you eat yet? Want me to make you something?

Hoshi: I ate what Shua hyung made earlier.

Then you pat his head and leaned in a little to push your breasts together right in his face.

Y/N: Ok Soonyoungie, just tell me if you need anything.

All the guys were looking at each other lost, was clear you were teasing Hoshi and honestly, it was funny to them.

After you had something to eat, you saw the group outside around the pool and you signaled Hana that you’re going for another attack.

Hana: Girl! Already, a second attack? You trying to finish the poor boy?

Y/N: He started it, I’m going to finish it.

And like that you walked outside, slowly, moving your hips from side to side like a tease. You knew you will leave collateral damage in your path but it was war. You’re not weak.

Walking to stand in front of him on the other side of the pool, you drop your shirt and slowly sitting on the edge, dipping your feet in the water. At some point you lean forward to get some in your hands and splash it over your chest.

Droplets of cold water dropping down your sunbathed body, running down down to your belly and further into your bikinis.

Hoshi gulps loud, he fears the whole planet heard it. His throat feels dry like he just chewed a cactus and swallowed it.

He starts coughing agresively.

Noticing this and knowing it’s because of you, you raise the stakes. You look at Hana and nod and she immediately brings over some oil for tanning.

Since he drank some water to calm himself down, you took advantage and started to pour oil all over your barely covered body, massaging slowly and sensualy.

The worst thing for Hoshi was not that, but the way you locked your eyes with his while massaging yourself with the oil.

Jun knew already what was coming, Josh was quietly waiting, looking between you two, feeling the tension. Vernon was somewhere on a daybed sleeping. Again. Seungkwan was waiting for the drama like hot bread and Hana was trying not to die laughing.

You knew your acting skills were at a high level, in a funny way. But now you were trying to be more or the sexy side of acting.

So after you put oil all over your front side, you were pretending you couldn’t reach your back side so you grabed your little oil bottle and came to Hoshi.

Hoshi: Soonyoungie, help please?

Looking up at you with the bambiest eyes that ever bambied, he stopped breathing.

Hoshi: What?

You grabbed his hand to pull him up and he was just like a rag in your hold. He was just so weak and complient. He stood up and you handed him your oil.

He took without questioning any further; you turned your back to him.

He was like a lost puppy waiting for instructions.

Y/N: Come on, Soonie, the Sun will burn my skin. Are you scared?

Hoshi: Scared? Of what?

Y/N: I don’t know, you tell me.

 As soon as he heard scared, his competitive side came to life and he started to rub the fuck out of that oil on your body. When he finished with your back, he went down on your butt, being not very gentle with it.

You got a soft moan out of your mouth, could not figure out if it just happened or it was planned. You’ll tell your friends later it was planned 100%.

When he heard your little moan, he rolled his eyes so hard he could feel them on the back of his head. He felt tormented and tortured.

He felt getting hard under his shorts. He had half a brain to keep his oversized t shirt on, hiding his shameful hardon. He felt like a perv.

Then he had to kneel behind you to rub your legs too.  Just some 30 minutes ago he was thinking how would those thighs feel.

Well I’m dead already. Stop being such a pussy, you know she’s doing this on purpose. Keep your head up! No! Bad idea! Not right now, dummy, there’s that unbelievable ass up there. Keep your eyes to the ground and finish this quick. Mingyu, you idiot.

Hoshi: I need to wash the oil off my hands.

And he sprints to the bathroom upstairs where he can be sure nobody will bother him for the new minutes. The guy was beyond turned on. He hadn’t had sex in a few good months, they were on tour, he hasn’t  even had a passing friend with benefits since he can’t even remember.

Then it was this..thing he felt for you. Was it just lust? Just a horny guy who needs it bad?

As soon as he entered his bathroom, he locked the door, threw his clothes off, got under the cold shower and took care of that impossibly hard cock he had in his hand.

Thinking about how that hand also just touched your ass, your legs. Oh, he felt like such a big perv again. But he admitted he was weak for you.

He wasn’t usually like this. He was always drawn to feelings then came the lust and sex. He always needed some sort of connection with his partners to feel the need for sex.

But this? Now? He couldn’t describe, it felt animalistic almost. His hand up and down his thick leaking cock started to become faster and faster. He really needed to cum and calm himself down.

He thought this was the best orgasm ever, even better than when he had sex. What is he doing with his life? That’s not right.

You splayed yourself over a towel next to the pool. Hana was next to you, whispering in your ear about Hoshi.

Hana: I could bet that he went to jerk himself off. I just know it.

Joshua: Y/N, that with Soonyoung was fucking hilarious. Please do it again, I love watching him flustered.

Soonyoung appeared after a short while. He needed a cold cold shower too. He gave you a look, shaking his head, almost like wanting to say “you’re not playing fair, but it’s on”

He maybe be weak sometimes but he’s a fighter. He never gives up.

That same day at night it was time for your third and final attack of the day.

You baked some cake with chocolate and brought it to everyone to taste. The chocolate easily melted on the fingers when you took the small piece of cake with your hand.

You didn’t bring any utensils, exactly for this reason. Damn, Hana is such a menace sometimes, she has such crazy good ideas.

You hoped everyone will take the cake with their hands and it is like you suspected. You offered one to Hoshi, with a cute innocent smile on your face. If only he knew.

As soon as you saw his fingers covered in chocolate, you made a worried face.

Y/N: Oh no, you’ve gotten a bit dirty. Let me help.

And when you took his thumb and put it in your mouth to suck all that chocolate off, his legs melted. He forgot his own name.

With a shocked face he asked: What are you doing?

Y/N: Helping you clean up.

Hoshi: Aish, this girl.

He started smirking and pretending to scold you.

Hoshi: I had no idea you wanted me this much.

Y/N: I don’t, though. And I am not trying to do anything.

He leans closer to your face, locks ayes with you and runs his thumb over your lower lip, then puts it in his mouth.

Hoshi: You left some chocolate here. You’re welcome!

So he���s hitting back. Good, I would feel bad for having a weak opponent. I might like him even more now.

It went out like this the whole week. You did something, he did something. Every time you both got flustered. Your friends were getting tired of it, seeing the obvious tension between you too. And it was more of a sexual tension.

You two looked at each other like you wanted nothing more than to spend the next 24 hours in bed.

The last night before you had to go back in Barcelona, you decided to have a serious talk to him, because you felt overwhelmed. You felt like your heart would explode.

You knew it, you were in love. You didn’t want to be, you wanted to erase every single little feeling.

You were all walking to your wooden cabin in the woods where you spend the last 3 days. It was a narrow street that took to your place. Planning to hold him back to talk, you grabbed his wrist and just gave him a look.

He understood what you wanted and he took your hand telling you to follow him. He took you to a little hill where there was a big swing where you two sat, under a big jacaranda tree.

You both sat there in silence for a while, just enjoying the moment, knowing it doesn’t come often.

Hoshi: What am I going to do with you, huh?

Y/N: What’s that supposed to mean? Am I insufferable? You hate me yet?

Hoshi: Is that what you were trying? To make me hate you?

Y/N: Of course not.

Hoshi: Be honest. What were you trying to do?

Y/N: Ummm, getting back at you for that kiss.

Hoshi: I see, I see. So if I gave you a real proper kiss, you would try to stab be whenever you see me?

You giggle and push your shoulder into his.

Y/N: Soonyoungie, come oon.

He starts acting cute, calling you Y/Nie and touching your nose with his finger.

You stare at each other one minute too much.

Hoshi: What are we doing?

Y/N: I don’t know. You just annoy me so much.

Hoshi: Am I?

You nod, smiling cutely.

Hoshi: I thought I was one of your favourite people.

Y/N: My God, Soonie, what made you think that?

Hoshi: Hmm, you calling me those cute nicknames, for example. We have been teasing each other for months. And I am pretty sure we have gotten close. You know, it’s like my friendship with Kwan. It’s a love-hate relationship.

Y/N: Friendship.

You repeat.

 You look up at the night sky. He puts his hand over your hand that is placed on the bench of the swing. He smiles. You get up, not looking at him.

Y/N: We should head to the cabin, we’re leaving early in the morning.

He gets up too and grabs your wrists, standing so close.

Hoshi: You wanted to talk but you are not saying anything. Why do you keep running away when we’re having a serious conversation?

Y/N: Serious about what?

Hoshi: Our feelings. Don’t act like a little brat now, you know what I’m talking about and I think you owe me some answers.

Y/N: It’s not like you had some answers for me.

Hoshi: Did I hear any questions and I refused to answer?

Y/N: I… guess not.

Hoshi: So then stop being a brat and ask me. I’ll answer.

Y/N: Don’t treat me like I’m a baby, I’m just one year younger than you!

He pouts and cups your face with both his hands.

Hoshi: I like it when you get feisty and angry. Now you say something you like about me.

Y/N: I like…your silly jokes nobody laughs at, but you. I secretly find them so funny but I keep my laughter inside.

Hoshi: Wow, that’s mean. I like how you lose yourself in thoughts, it feels like you’re thinking about 1000 things all at once.

Y/N: I like how you’re actually really soft on the inside, even when you scream like a loonatic to make people think you’re dangerous.

Hoshi: Hey, I am dangerous!

Y/N: Not in the way you think you are.

Hoshi: Oh? Then In what way?

He gets even closer this time, his hands now falling from your face.

Y/N: You know, I can’t seem to figure out if you’re trying to kiss me or kill me, since you had your hands cupping my face for the last 5 minutes.

Hoshi: First your answer, then mine.

Y/N: You’re dangerous in the way you make girls fall for you for being too cute. Should be illegal.

Hoshi: Oh?

Y/N: Your answer?

 But he doesn’t answer. His hands fall on your neck, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks lovingly. His nose touching yours, his plush lips hovering over yours. You can feel his warm body glued to yours. It’s like you can feel his heartbeat. Or is it yours?

You don’t want to close your eyes, you want to see him. Those eyes that tricked you into falling in love again. Why did it have to be him? Why not a complete stranger? A random guy you met at work, on tour, even a tourist, a friend of a friend.

You whisper over his lips: What are you doing?

Hoshi: I really really really want to kiss you right now.

He said it.

You won’t go for the kiss and it seems he’s delaying the moment. He might still be playing with you. He might not even like you like that.

So you pull away just when his lips slightly touched yours.

Y/N: I can’t.

He looked at you with sad eyes, trying to understand what he did wrong.

Hoshi: Did I mess it up?

Y/N: No, I just can’t and shouldn’t.

Hoshi: Will you tell me why? Apart from the reason I already know about the past and not trusting men anymore? I won’t be a jackass and say that I’m different. All I can tell you is that I like you. I can’t tell you what the future will bring, if we are good for each other or not. Shit, I am scared too. I’ve never felt like this and I have absolutely no idea how to manage everything I am feeling.

Y/N: Soonyoung. I am so scared about everything. I don’t want a failed relationship anymore. I just want to be THAT someone to somebody, you know, not someone who’s left aside just in case the grass is greener on the other side. I don’t wanna feel like a second choice. I want to be wanted, completely, loved.

Hoshi: I want to give all that to you if you’ll let me.

Y/N: I don’t think I can, I’m sorry. Please, just let me go to my room.

He lets go of you and watches you slowly get further and further away. He just stands there, eyes filling with tears ready to burn his cheeks. Should  just give up? Is this the Universe telling me we would not work together? Why do I feel such a strong pull towards her then? Man, this sucks. Now what?

[cozage]

Heyyy first of all I love you works so much, you are such a good writer😭 I saw your requests are closed so feel free to ignore this but I just saw the latest post were anon asked you if you preferred karaoke with strawhats boys or spa with the girls and I found that a beautiful idea. So if you can/want could you please do a karaoke with strawhats (boys and girls) hc please?? Thank youuu💜💜💜

This is a request for my Sleepover Event, send me one too! :)  

Okay for starters if you have not heard the groups “Family” song, I’m going to need to you go to Youtube and check it out (they recently re-recorded the japanese version with Jimbei and 🥺🥺)

Most of these are just how everyone would act at a karaoke bar. But I added everyone singing with you, take that as you wish :) 

Karaoke Night

Luffy

He’s starting off the night with a song. The first to volunteer without even a drop of alcohol in his body. Literally pulls you up on stage to sing with him. 

He’s SOOOOO bad. He’s always offkey but that makes you feel a little better because at least people’s ears already hurt so your voice doesn’t matter too much. 

He likes to sing the classic sea shanties and older stuff that everyone can sing along to (if it was our world he would be singing Journey and the old classic country music). He’s big on yelling “You guys know this part, sing along!” and holding out the mic for the crowd to join in.

When he’s not on stage singing, he’s either dancing or running around to all the groups of people mingling, asking if they’re going to sing

He always volunteers to be a partner if people are too nervous to sing along. He’s there to have fun and wants to make sure everyone else is having fun too :)

Zoro

Nope. This man is not singing. 

That's what he says. That’s what he promises. No way in hell he’s getting up on that stage. 

Until he gets about 10 tankards of ale in him. Then he’s climbing up on the stage ready to sing his HEART out. 

He sings loud and proud, and halfway through the song beckons you up to join him. If you don’t go, he’s going to jump down and slowly walk to you and serenade you. 

He’s probably going to sing some oldies song that’s deep and slow. Like Frank Sinatra or maybe even Johnny Cash. (I can imagine him absolutely nailing “And I did it….MYYYYYYY WAYYYYYYYYYY”)

At the start of the night he’s sitting in the corner alone, watching everyone carefully to make sure nobody tries to make a move on you or any other crew member, but by the end of the night he’s up, sitting with strangers and laughing and having the best time ever. 

Sanji

His eyes are always on whoever is singing…unless it’s a man. 

Sanji himself doesn’t sing, and he’s definitely not singing alone, but any time a lady goes up, Sanji’s asking if she needs a duet partner. He can’t let a lady sing alone, afterall. 

He’s more of the kind to just sit and enjoy the show, show support when he needs to, heckle when it’s one of the Strawhats up there. If he hears any mumbling or rude comments while a lady is up singing, he’s going to war. 

He can tell you kind of want to go sing, but you’re too nervous to go up or initiate asking, so eventually he pops the question and asks you to sing with him. 

You guys are definitely singing some kind of duet song. Definitely Troy/Gabriella vibes from that first scene in High School Musical. You both start out kind of nervous but by the end you’re only focused on eachother and you’re both into it. And you sound pretty good too! 

Nami

She’s definitely not the kind of person to start the singing, but she’ll do it with enough encouragement.

She’s not singing alone though. Unmless someone pays her to sing alone, she won’t. She doesn’t even like duets (she knows she’s not the strongest vocally and hates when people make fun of her).

She prefers group songs. Usually three or more gets her comfortable singing. Her, Usopp, and you know all the good music, so the three of you can sing some songs without even looking at the words. 

Early 2000’s music, especially R&B, are your alls go to. Rich Girl, Umbrella, SOS, all the bops that people that grew up during that time know and love. 

She is definitely a heckler when someone is singing badly too. She may not boo them off the stage but she WILL be laughing at them.

Usopp

He’s not singing. He has allergic-to-crowd-itis. No way is he going up on stage. 

Unfortunately, he's bad at betting, and Nami makes him go up. You offer to join him so it’s not as scary for him. 

He’s picking some random song that nobody has every heard of. If they don’t know what the original sounds like, they don’t know how good or bad it is. Mt. Joy, Portugal, The Man, Go Radio. Music that if you know, you LOVE. Upbeat folky music that’s easy to have a scratchy voice and be offkey.

After the first time, he realizes he actually had a lot of fun, and starts doing it with bigger groups. He even gets Nami and Luffy to join you all and you guys all sing a fun upbeat song.

When he’s not on stage, he’s laughing along with the boys and cheering on for whoever is on stage at the moment. Over-exaggerated screams of support and lots of clapping. 

Chopper

Terrified of the thought of being on stage. But he’s a supportive little guy, and he’ll do it if you do it. 

He walks up and hides behind you. Looking out at everyone in the crowd is so scary for him! Especially knowing how vicious Nami’s comments have been. 

Once the music gets started, his voice is a little shakey, but by the time the chorus rolls around, he’s into it! The whole crew is yelling cheers of encouragement to him and he really starts to get into it. 

I could see him really getting into some fun pop music. Katy Perry, Olivia Rodrigo, Taylor Swift. He doesn’t get why the songs are so aggressive but he loves scream singing with you

After the first song clears his nerves, it’s hard to keep him off the stage. He’s jumping into every group song there is. He loves the RUSH. 

Robin

You’re convicned this woman is not singing. Like she’s just not. I’m sorry. You can beg and plead all you want but shes not-

“Do you want to sing? Sure! I’ll try everything once!” And with that she puts her book down and walks up onto the stage.

You guys are going hard or going home. The slower songs of people like Adele, Miley Cyrus, Billie Ellish, Lizzy McAlpine. Voices that you KNOW you will fail at replicating or sounding better than, but that’s just her vocal range, and she’s actually pretty good!

She enjoys it, but once is enough for her. She might do it again if you or someone else asks, but it’s always going to be those hard to match songs. 

She is honestly so fulfilled watching everyone else take the stage and be absolute goofballs. She prefers to watch and laugh along with everyone from the back of the room, a part of the family but then not center of attention.

Franky

Frankie loves pop music and you can’t convince me otherwise. The second he hears a song he likes, he jumps up to be next in line. He’ll sing anything, but his first pick is pump up 2012’s music like One Republic, Tao Cruz, Imagine Dragons. 

He’s such a star when he sings too. Dancing around on stage, pulling you up to join him and serenading you. He can really put on a show for the audience. 

He definitely made adjustments to body to have little smoke [things] and little sparklers. It definitely starts a small fire.

He’s having a GREAT time and loves loves loves it. He knows it’s important to let everyone have their turn, but he’s almost always in the lineup for karaoke, whether it’s the two of you singing or with a group of people. He’ll sing with just about anybody (and he gets requests for it too)

When he’s not on stage, he’s talking to the other patrons (trying to get in with other groups to sing more) 

Brook

Brook…what can I say? He was born for this. And died for this. And came back to life for this. Brook has ALWAYS loved karaoke. It’s what got him into performing. 

He asks if you want to sing one of his songs with him (what an honor!), and he does his best not to steal the show. But he’s missed performing and he’s missed the crowd, so he goes overboard a little bit the first time. 

The crowd goes freaking insane. He gets so many comments about his voice, and he always does his best to say he only sounded better because you were with him. 

He likes to sing his own songs, but after a few rounds, he just lets you (or whoever he’s singing with) pick the music. He’s got a very specific range though and doesn’t like to go outside of it.

He’s surrounded by fans most of the time, and anytime he spends offstage is met by autographs and fans fauning over him, buying him drinks and trying to get him to notice them.

Jinbe

Jinbe does group singing only. He won’t sing alone, and he doesn’t really want to do duets either. Even group songs he doesn’t love. He’s not big on singing or being the center of attention. 

He will join people on the stage for a group performance though, but he will only join in for the chorus or moments where everyone is singing. 

He can tell you’re nervous about singing, so he stays close and gives you little words of encouragement as you’re singing with everyone. 

He’s so supportive from the crowd though when you go up without him! He always tells you how great you did and tells you his favorite part of every songs so you know that he was actually paying attention. 

He really just sits and enjoys the vibes. He’ll sing along from the crowd if he knows a song, but he’s just there for the atmosphere and to support his crew. 

[welp-back-on-my-bs]

IkePri and Tattoos

I saw an IkeSen, so, how would it work in the IkePri countries? So I'll start with the new bois and then get into the OGS

Silvio:

In Benitoite, Tattos would probably be a sign of status. It dosent matter what it is of, so the tattoos often have a strong meaning for the one who has them.

So, in summary to say, Silvio obviously has one himself, and when he manages to find yours, "my jewl, I didn't realize you had a tattoo. I was considering us getting matching ones-" he would tease a bit as he admired the artwork "but do tell me the story behind the art made of you"

He would listen to the story of your tattoo with a smile.

"What about your Tattoo Sil?"

He would chuckle and show you a little ankle tattoo with two paw prints

Keith:

In Jade, Tattoos are a wedding tradition. Both parties get one that is either a peice of a whole or ones that match. It is to show harmony between the two couples.

So- accidentally walking in on you changing and getting a good look of the tattoo- shatters the poor boys soul.

But, after inviting him in, you sit down and explain your tattoo- it's not apart of your 'spouses' since he dosent have one too-

Keith is absolutely r e l i v e d, and thinking about it, his sister probably would've checked earlier on. He was a bit glad foe that, so you two don't have to explain again.

He gives a little apology nose kiss for assuming the worst

Gilbert:

In Obsidian, tattos are either used as a confession of guilt, or for mourning.

So, when things start to get steamy between the two of you. He sees the tattoo and traces it softky with his fingers.

"Who is this for?" He would ask, a gilt of envy in his eye

1. "Its... to remeber a loved one..."

So, he would go ahead and probe a bit, makeing sure that it wasn't for a deseased partner or something, otherwise. Well, he can just tear it out. :) you are his now afterall.

2. "Its for myself-"

He nodded a gave it a little kiss, "well, that just shows how strong you are my rabbit"

Either way, he would share his own tattoo of two ravens on his back "They are, quite important to me-" he chuckled softly as you felt them, giveing them a little kiss in turn. Makeing this man m e l t, then give you a well deserved reward

Leon:

Finally- Rohodilite, they are the most lax when jt comes to tattoos that it's like present day basically. People get them because they want to, as long as they are informed. The people often chose one based on something important to them, or like something from the other countries.

So, when it comes to Leon seeing you have a tattoo, he didn't really react at first. He tought it complemented you very well infact.

One day, while the two of you were laying on bed, he was traceing the tattoo, getting a little curious he asked "why did you get the tattoo?"

He would lay there and listen, being kind and respectful, questions popping up here and there.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you would want one-"

"Well, I was curious if I should get my own." He kissed the middle of the tattoo gentley "but I think yours is just perfect for you"

[mirai-e-jump]

UTB (Up to Boy) Magazine, October 2023 Issue (Vol. 330) ft. Yuzuki Hirakawa Interview and Photo Shoot (translation below)

Publication: August 23, 2023 (between episodes 25-26)

"If you could look back on it alittle, please tell us how you felt when you passed the audition."

Hirakawa: I've auditioned for the Sentai series afew times in the past, but I never made it through that many rounds of judging. For the first time, I was nervous and anxious as I realized that as the judging proceeded, I would be a finalist. When I received the results, with a great sense of relief I though, "Ah, thank goodness…."

"Please tell us about Rita Kaniska, the character you play."

Hirakawa: Rita is the international judge, and King of the country Gokkan. They're calm, composed, and rarely talks, and while they seem like a very serious person, I think they're a character with a cute side, like when they're alone and act like they're talking with their "Moffun" plushies.

"Due to your costume, you can only see with one eye, do you ever find any challenges playing such a role?"

Hirakawa: At first, I felt like it was difficult to convey my emotions through just my visible left eye. I would try squinting my eyes alittle, pulling my chin back, it was alot of trial and error, and I gradually felt like I was reaching a breaking point. When I discussed it with the Director, he told me, "You don't have to try to act with just your left eye. If you express your mind and feel the scene, it'll come out naturally." From that point on, I thought I was able to get in front of the cameras without having to do strange poses.

"Rita doesn't talk much, doesn't show much emotion, but, it's a cool role to play, are there any aspects that overlap with your own?"

Hirakawa: I've been told by the staff and cast around me that I resemble them quite abit. At first, I didn't think I was like them at all. Rita doesn't talk at all, while I'm the complete opposite. I talk all the time and am the type to become excited easily. However, I think they're similar in that Rita has an unexpected side to them, like when they're alone in their room talking to plushies.

"What's an unexpected side of Hirakawa-san?"

Hirakawa: In terms of a gap, the first impression of me is often that I look quiet or shy, but that's not true at all. I'm always really excited (laughs).

"At first glance, she looks cool, but her personality is the complete opposite! By the way, how did Hirakawa-san get into the entertainment world?"

Hirakawa: I joined my agency when I was in my second year of high school. Before that, I was attending a business high school in my hometown of Kumamoto, where I studied bookkeeping and various other subjects, all while thinking about becoming a tax accountant in the future…..

"A tax accountant! This is once again another contrasting world."

Hirakawa: When I started my second year, I thought, "I'd like to start doing something." At that time, I happened to learn about LDH (Hirakawa's agency) on TV and decided to do an audition. Before that, I had no desire to be in the entertainment industry, or to even give it a try.

"So now you're on a path that you never would have imagined yourself on previously. Did things go well once you joined the agency?"

Hirakawa: No. First off, I had no idea about the entertainment world, and while I had gone to various auditions, I was never selected. I thought I had understood that, "It's exhausting, this isn't an easy job afterall." But, slowly, I've been able to participate in dramas and stage plays, and now that I'm finally appearing in King-Ohger, I feel that I can now say with pride that I'm an actor.

"In a way, this could now be called the "starting line." The Sentai series is long running performance that lasts a year. How do you hope to grow over the course of the series?"

Hirakawa: In the previous productions I performed in, I did kind of bad with scenes where there were large groups of people, and it was a challenge for me to show my movements in such situations, but, now that I'm mostly in similar kinds of scenes, I'm able to get around naturally, and I hope I've overcome these challenges. If you haven't watched King-Ohger yet, I hope you'll check out Yuzuki Hirakawa's growth and development!

[karaonasi]

A little something for BaxterMCWeek as hosted by @minthe-drawings

Happy Birthday, Bax darling!

First Meeting

It was a beautiful night -- the air warm with the coastal breeze providing both relief from the day’s heat as well as the fresh scent of sea salt mixed with grass clippings from the golf course. Or it should have been a beautiful night, if it weren’t so dull. While Baxter Ward loved dancing, loved competition, he hated these so-called “parties” that weren’t parties at all. Or perhaps to be more accurate, they were his parents’ type of party, not his. Stuffy and dull. Not like … his attention wandered across the newly mowed lawn toward the sound of music. It was coming from a large patio illuminated by fairy lights and the sight of several couples clustered on a dance floor. Now that was a party, a party he wasn’t allowed to attend. Not because he wasn’t invited. This was the Sunset Bird branch of The Cypress Country Club, the same club his parents belonged to back home. No, he wasn’t allowed to go because he and his fellow contestants were supposed to be resting.

But as the minutes dragged on with nothing but dull adult talk, he no longer could resist the lure of the music across the way. Baxter leaned toward his dance partner and, sometimes, partner in crime. “Cover for me? I’ll be right back.” She agreed as he knew she would. Afterall, he had covered for her more times than he could count when she inevitably found someone interesting with whom to disappear for a few minutes.

Then he was off, slipping around the edge of their group and into the shadowy in-betweens of the club grounds. Then he was there, amongst the unfamiliar crowd. Something about it reminded him of stories of Faerie Revels -- perhaps because of the forbidden nature of his excursion. Maybe he should have stuffed rowan berries into his pockets or at least turned his socks inside out. No, those thoughts were ridiculous -- as his parents had warned him time and time again. He was way too old to think such nonsense. He would come, enjoy one dance and be back at his own stuffy adult-style party before his coach knew he was missing.

And then … as if emerging out of the ether … you were there.

You were hesitating at the edge of the dance floor and Baxter was struck with how you stood out with your own developed sense of style beyond that of your peers. He made his way through the crowd, hoping that he wouldn’t be too late, that someone else wouldn’t snatch up this gem. Then he was there behind you. His heart raced and Baxter had to collect himself. He had to be the perfect gentleman his parents had groomed him to be. Baxter took a deep breath, then tapped you on the shoulder. “Are you planning on dancing?” He gave a soft amused laugh at your charming reply. “We should dance, then. It’s perfect timing, a new song is just about to start.” He offered his hand in a genteel fashion for you to take, then escorted you onto the dance floor.

And then words weren’t necessary.

Baxter took the lead, confidently guiding you into position and then into the dance. Your skill didn’t matter. The older boy had enough years of experience for the both of you to smooth over any missteps. Perfection wasn’t required, not tonight. That would be saved for the competition tomorrow. Tonight he simply wanted to enjoy his favorite hobby away from the critiquing eyes of his coach, parents, and judges. He wanted to be free. It was … wonderful, magical dancing there under the twinkling lights with you fitting so perfectly into his arms. He couldn’t help wondering if perhaps you were a fae creature afterall. It was all so … enchanting …

And then all-too-soon the song ended. His heart plummeted at the realization that these precious stolen moments had drawn to a close. Against every inclination to stay, Baxter stepped back, away from his delightful but temporary partner. He maintained a bright smile even at the sight of obvious disappointment upon your lovely features. “Thank you for dancing with me.” But no. That was too perfunctory and common a note with which to leave such a charming partner. He wished them to remember him as much as he was sure he would remember them for a long time to come. “You have nice legs,” he added with a smirk and a wink before slipping away into the crowd, forcing himself away from the first pure moment of happiness he had found in a very long time.

[pufferfishstories]

Knives and Feathers.

FANTASY HAWKS AU

Y’all don’t mind me just living out my ballroom, enemies to lovers with the one and only bird boy.

Hawks x FemReader

SMUT 18+ MINORS DNI!!!!!!!!!

Warnings: knives, smut, or@l (reader receiving), d0m hawks,

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Your corseted gown clung tightly to your skin accenting your curves perfectly. You had watched yourself in the mirror as maids fussed over your hair and make up. You sat quietly, making sure to keep an expression of Naive awe on your face.

You were playing the part of an innocent farm girl afterall. Poor helpless little orphan girl, a victim of ongoing war. Although the orphan part was definitely true, helpless was quite the opposite of who you were.

You’d been at the palace for 8 months now, playing the part of the helpless damsel King Touya had saved on one of his royal escapades.

Little did his majesty know you were here on strict business, business that definitely depended on his swift death. A death that would be delivered at the close of tonight’s ball.

“You’re all ready Miss Y/N” a soft voice came from the maid as she stepped back to observe you smiling. “You look very beautiful my lady, no one will be able to take their eyes off of you!” she spoke giving your shoulder a squeeze of reassurance.

You should have felt bad, this woman had cared for you since you had arrived, but you were too busy bubbling with excitement. Tonight was the night you finally killed the King. Giving your country the upper hand in the war.

You meekly smiled at the woman thanking her, before curtsying awkwardly and making your way towards the ballroom.

Your dress flowed behind you as you walked, deep crimson silk wrapping around your body, with a high slit riding up your left leg. The corset layered with undetectable blades, another dagger strapped to your right thigh, hidden in the folds of material.

You quickly pushed the poisoned hair pin into the folds of hair masterfully pulled together by the maid. And finally your look was completed with the necklace you had worn everyday since arriving, a necklace with a tiny vial of poison concealed within it, it’s purpose to kill instantly should the wearer be caught...

You pushed aside the thought. You were going to succeed. You practically had the King wrapped around your finger, over the time you had been here he had taken every opportunity to spend time with you.

And you had made sure to blush and giggle at all the right times. To gently brush your hand against his at all the right times.

And sure enough, as you shyly entered the ball room, there King Touya was standing next to his father and his eyes drinking the sight of you in.

You smiled softly at him.

Your plan tonight was simple. Wait for everyone to be drunk enough that you could draw the Prince away without anyone batting an eye.

For now your job was to keep the Prince’s attention on you. Carefully you began to make your way across the ballroom, flashing shy smiles towards the Prince the entire time.

Just as you were mere metres away from him a deep smooth voice came from behind you

“My my aren’t you an eager little thing”

You held back the need to groan in irritation, spinning around tentatively your eyes met a pair of intelligent golden ones staring down at you.

His large red wings were folded neatly behind his back, he wore a loose black shirt revealing too much of his muscled chest, tucked into his black dress pants.

Hawks pushed a hand through his hair as he looked at you expectantly.

The real you wanted to tell him to fuck right off and let you do your job, but you weren’t playing the real you, so instead you said

“I- what do you mean... Lord Hawks?”

You stumbled over your words, quickly putting on your perfected mask of innocence.

He seemed to be somewhat annoyed by your change in manner, as if he had noticed the brief flash of annoyance cross your features.

“I think you know exactly what I mean” he spoke the words as if they had a double meaning.

He concerned you, he was different to everyone else here. More alert, untrusting. He had never quite let you get any information from him in the time you have been here. It was as if he was simply waiting for you to show your true colours.

Everytime you had the opportunity to get close enough to the King he would appear just in time to save the day.

He wouldn’t break. But neither would you.

And tonight would be different.

Tonight everything would line up. Hawks was the official right hand to the King, which would be concerning except for the fact that it meant he was to be leaving early from the celebration in order to attend to a royal meeting in His Majesties stead.

It was perfect. Once the too well spoken bird man was gone, you were free to do what needed to be done.

“I- was just going to thank His Majesty for the invitation to attend tonight’s event, I- I’ve never been to something like this” you spoke gingerly, while simultaneously cursing his existence in your mind.

Hawks seemed to think about your answer for a moment, finally he spoke

“Well then you’ve got me to thank darling, it was I who invited you”

Taken aback for a second you stared at him suspiciously, your mind whirred thinking through possible reasons for his invitation

“You should know that when you think too hard you drop your little farm girl act” He spoke pointedly, the smirk returning to his roguish features.

Before you could respond your waist was pulled against his.

“Dance with me will you farm girl” which was hardly a question as he began to pull you more than guide you in a waltz.

“You see you’re very hard to read, Y/N if that’s even your name. So tell me, why are you here?” Hawks had leaned in close to your ear, to anyone else it would simply look like the pair of you were engaged in a relatively scandalous rendition of a dance.

But you were feeling a snake of dread unfurling in the pit of your stomach. You knew he was suspicious of you, but he said himself he couldn’t read you. Maybe you could still manipulate his suspicions.

“Maybe I am just after protection, and believe what you want, but I really am just an ordinary farm girl” you spoke quickly.

“Hm a rather pathetic lie, but I respect it” he responded coolly.

As the sultry music changed in tempo Hawks pushed his hand against your back, his fingers digging into where one of the blades were placed against the boning of your dress.

You almost whimpered at the uncomfortable pain now digging into your back. But you weren’t going to back down. You met his eyes, “accidentally” tugging on some of his feathers as he spun you gracefully away from him.

You heard his breath catch, and his confident collected front falter for a second. Happy with yourself for causing him a bit of pain, you continued dancing, pressing your body against his. To your surprise he seemed to have dropped the conversation.

Finally, at the close of the song he bowed low, but not before taking your hand and speaking in a low tone “If I find out you’re intent on anything other than getting in His Majesties pants for his money. I will make you wish you were dead”

“My lady” he smirked before turning sharply on his heel and walking away. Leaving you there to gawk at him.

Recollecting your thoughts, you decided that it didn’t matter what he did to you after you’d found the king, so long as the King died. You knew this mission was suicide. And being killed by the hot bird man might not be the worst way to go. Taking a quick breath you finally made your way towards the King.

You spent the rest of the night *pretending* to drink goblets of wine. Giggling loudly at the Touya’s jokes, drunkenly leaning your head on his shoulder.

Finally, the time of the night arrived where everyone seemed to be swaying. The music slightly out of tune, everyone danced and laughed spilling their drinks and kissing strangers.

It was time. The bird was nowhere to be seen, you had watched him leave hours ago.

You quickly started to stand up, consciously wobbling your legs and leaning on the King.

“Oh I better get to bed” you hiccuped

Laughing softly King Touya gently grabbed your hand

“I will have someone help you to your room” he said kindly

“Noooooo, I want youuuu” you protested, wrapping your arm around his

You knew he couldn’t afford to be seen leaving with a woman, especially not one of such a low status. But you also knew he wouldn’t refuse you. And so he did exactly what you wanted him to.

“Okay Y/N you know the drill. Go wait outside and I will meet up with you shortly to escort you to your room" he whispered to you

You did know this, the pair of you had done it many times.

Nodding happily you had wandered outside. Your heart pounding with how close you were to success.

Typically, the King would follow you after around 10 minutes or so. And so you melted back into the shadows on the corridor behind the ballroom.

You stood there for what felt like forever when you heard footsteps on the cobblestoned floor. Just as you were about to come out from the corner a strong hand covered your mouth and pushed you up against the wall.

Almost instinctively you reach up and pull out your poisoned hair blade. Only for your wrist to be caught and crushed up against the wall.

“Interesting, I knew I wasn’t wrong about you” the smooth voice evenly assessed.

Panicked you look up once again meeting the eyes of the winged Lord. It was Hawks. His eyes now trained on the miniature blade in your hand.

Cursing to yourself you tried to shrink back, and look scared, anything to scramble your character back together.

You felt his hand trail up your thigh, stopping at the blade secured there. Quickly pulling the blade from you he held it up to your neck.

“You know little bird, these are some pretty intense blades for a little farm girl”. He had now removed his hand from your mouth, keeping the cold silvered blade pressing against your neck, and his other arm still pinning your wrist above your head.

“Let me go.” You spoke dangerously. Barely breathing against the blade. Your wrist pulsing with pain.

“See I would if you were the little farm girl you pretend to be, but unfortunately my little sneaky bird. You’re not”

He smiled and tightened his grip on your wrist, causing you to gasp and drop the poisoned blade.

“Now you’re going to be a good girl, be quiet and do what I say”.

He pushed you into the nearest room closing the door quickly behind you. Your knife not wavering from your neck.

Finally you were returned to your position against a wall. Hawks’ body pressed right against yours.

“So, are you going to tell me who you really are little bird?” He spoke sharply into your ear.

You only glare at him in response.

“Hm well, that is unfortunate” he mused inspecting you

“You know I could kill you” He spoke finally,

Panicking you almost blindly reach out grabbing onto his wing. Suddenly his breathing shifts. His normal collected demeanour changes to a dark unpredictable aura circling around him.

His eyes darken as he releases a breath.

“You shouldn’t have done that” he spoke darkly

Suddenly the blade was discarded and his hand was around your neck.

Finally looking at his face you see he’s flushed, his chest rising up and down, breathing hard. You suddenly realise your hand is still entangled within his feathers, almost unintentionally you trail your fingers down his feathers, almost entranced by them. You’d always wanted to touch his wings. But never truly dared.

His breathing caught again, as he watched your hand.

“Are you trying to make me fuck you little bird?” He spat out pressing his body even closer to you now.

Taken aback it suddenly all makes sense. His reaction to you touching his wings. Now you can see a way out of this, and a way you’re certainly not complaining about.

Smiling you raise your other hand, entangling it within his feathers carefully massaging your fingers through his roots. His eyes fluttered for a second. Before smashing his lips against yours.

You moan, welcoming his tongue against your own, he lifts you up as you wrap your legs around his waist.

His lips move down your neck, planting kisses and bites along your neck. He keeps moving downwards kissing and biting along your exposed collarbone.

“Do tell me little bird of mine, why are you still wearing this” He spoke glaring at your corset

“A knife in the seam of my dress” you panted out breathlessly, your body pulsing

“Ah aren’t you just a clever little assassin” He breathed smirking, whilst feeling for your blade, after finding it he quickly sliced up the middle of your dress, exposing your now bare chest. “I hate you” you whispered breathily.

“Doubtful” he responded, then without giving you so much as a second to think his mouth was on you, sucking, kissing and biting causing you to let out small gasps and moans at his torture.

His hands slowly trail their way down your body, before his hand makes its way into your lace undergarments. He begins to run slow circles on your most sensitive spot, letting out a quiet growl of pleasure as you let out another moan.

“Shit” you think to yourself, “so much for getting myself out of this”.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hawks abruptly pulls you away from the wall, lifting and almost throwing you on the bed, eyes widening you watch him stalk towards you, like some sort of crazed predator. You’ve half the mind to reach for one of your daggers only to remember it lay on the cold stone ground now meters away from you.

“You have no idea what seeing the real side of you does to me” he spoke breathily, his muscled chest rising and falling now almost completely exposed after your pulling at his lose shirt. As you watched him through your lashes you felt a pulse of heat radiating in the pit of your stomach and your sex.

Without warning he knelt in front of you, spreading your legs apart before getting your panties in his mouth and pulling them down leaving you completely exposed. You knew you were getting wetter by the second. Suddenly his mouth was on you, devouring and teasing you, his tongue worked it’s way around your clit, Hawks pushed a finger in you and then another, eliciting multiple unholy noises from your mouth. Finally when you felt an explosion building up inside of you from the torture he stopped.

Almost whimpering from the sudden loss of ecstasy your eyes snapped open to find him, embarrassingly your hips tried to follow his hands.

Chuckling darkly he spoke again.

“You know little farmer girl, I want the king dead too”

Now this was the last thing you’d expected to hear. Shocked you look up meeting his now lust filled eyes.

“He’s a villain to my country” Hawks continued matter of factly.

You stayed quiet waiting for him to elaborate.

“So you’re going to have to be a good girl and be patient, I’m afraid I can’t have you killing him before I’m ready”

Still breathing heavily from his treatment you tried to process what he was saying.

“So” he spoke, “in exchange for you holding off killing him, I promise to keep you” he knelt again, lazily rubbing circles into your clit again “very entertained” his voice dripped like honey, and your eyes were rolling back as the fire built up inside you again.

“So Y/N do we have a deal?” He spoke as you continued to moan.

“Yes” you finally said “oh god yes” as your orgasm finally reached you.

Chuckling darkly his wings unfurled stretching far beyond the length of the bed frame, he finally replied

“Good.”

[stoneagedevil]

Could write something about Anton Chigurh ?🖇

I love him 💕💕💕

I’d be delighted to, 🖇️. Here’s something I’ve been sitting on for a while:

Compound Fracture | Anton Chigurh x f!Reader

TW/CW: Blood, bone, killing, etc. this is a No Country for Old Men one shot, afterall.

—————

It was an address given to him years ago. Didn’t matter what was going through his mind, the address stayed. Rain, snow, shine, shit.

But the concern was if the occupant still resided in the house that occupied the address. The concern was the bone sticking out of his arm.

Initially when the Buick hit him, he’d flung himself into the passenger side to save as much of himself as he could. But looking down at the bloody bone that ripped through his skin as though it were paper, he thought he was worse for wear. He checked the amount of blood coming out of his arm, hoping that the median artery wasn’t severed. It wasn’t. The pain hadn’t set in yet, still running on adrenaline, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to make it to a veterinarian’s office, or blow another car sky high in attempts of robbing a pharmacy. The bone would just cause too much attention, as would the blood streaming down his face.

Besides, sometimes you gotta know that you might be biting off more than you can chew before you take a bite, and Anton knew his limits. You have to, especially in his line of work. It’s what let’s you dictate your future to the best of your ability.

The house was in a quiet neighborhood. The type of neighborhood that kids zip up and down the street on their bikes in. The type of neighborhood with old women and their garden beds. The type of neighborhood with cookouts, potlucks, and the like. This was no place for someone like him.

He knocked on the house with a red door, and on the other side, a (E/C) eye was looking through the peephole.

‘This’ll be a tough one,’ she thought.

She unlocked the door and ushered him in.

“Any cops or emergency services called?”

“Yes, but I left the scene before they could make it there.”

“Good, good. Anybody see you?” She questioned, all the while walking briskly around the house, laying medical paper down on the kitchen table, sanitizing this n that, pulling out tools and medicine, and putting on latex gloves.

“Two young boys. I paid for their silence.”

“Young boys talk. Young people do in general. Seems like you paid for a shirt as well. Are you allergic to latex?” She stated, looking at the gingham button up Anton fashioned into a sling.

“No.”

“I’m gonna inject nerve block in your arm. I’m sure you’re aware of the state you’re in, and adrenaline can only take you so far.”

“I’m aware.”

“This is a compound fracture. Means the skin’s been torn open, and that the bone’s as sharp as a steak knife. You’re rare.” She humored.She studied his arm as he rested on the kitchen table. “Are you comfortable?”

“As much as one could be in this situation.”

“What brought you to this situation?” She asked, always curious about her patients. Some were tight lipped about their endeavors, others were crying so loud she couldn’t get nothing else out of them.

“My word.” Be replied, referring to his visit with Carla Jean.

“And what word would that be?” She cleaned the wound, spraying it down with alcohol.

“A man chose not to save his wife while he was alive. I gave him my word I’d kill her, since she was liable the same as him.”

“Doesn’t sound like he loved her.”

“What makes you say that?”

“Well, I’d kill for anyone I’d love. But you gotta be willing to die too. Killing someone is one thing. Taking the life of someone that doesn’t mean anything to you is easier than sacrificing yourself. But when you wed, you’re givin’ your mind, body, and soul to them. You should be willin’ to lose all three for them.”

He’d hadn’t thought about it in that way. Sure, he knew Moss was selfish, a choice had to be made, and he picked the wrong one, but he didn’t think about the aspect of love and marriage when it came to the choice. He just knew Moss loved her, or so he thought. That’s why he used her as leverage.

“Then you’re right.”

“I’m hardly ever wrong.”

His lips lifted slightly at her wit. This whole time he’d been staring up at the ceiling fan above the table he’d been laying on, noticing that there wasn’t a speck of dust on it. The entire place was immaculate.

“If there is an afterlife I wouldn’t let him hear the end of it. A dead man can’t take back his actions. It’s even hard for a livin’ man to do so.”

“He seemed comfortable in his conviction. Confident that he’d get me, save his wife, and take the money that wasn’t his to begin with.”

“He made his choice, I wouldn’t feel sorry for him because of that. Do you believe in karma?”

“Maybe.”

“I do. I think this bone sticking out is your karma here. But there will be more to come. My door is always open when karma strikes next.”

“You think karma brought me here?”

“I do. You killed the wife, and whether you’re right or wrong to do it doesn’t matter, it never has, but you killed her, and now this has happened to you. You coulda stayed in her home a little longer. You coulda left a little earlier, and all of this coulda been prevented. You’ve got impeccable timing, or karma does, anyway.”

He looked in her eyes, and she stared right back. She pushed the bone back into place, he grunted at the strange pressure.

“Have you had karma?” He asked. He was sure the answer was yes.

“Always. I help people who do terrible things by society’s standards. I get good things, because I’m helping, but I get bad things because of who I help.”

“Then why help?”

“I want to. I think it’s interesting. How many times in your life do you get to push a bone back into someone’s arm?” She smiled. “I think you’re my favorite patient. No kicking and screaming, and it’s been a long time since I’ve seen such a fascinatin’ fracture.”

This woman was strange, delightfully so. Not squeamish, working quickly and efficiently, and providing conversation that didn’t make him want to cut it short through more violent means.

Before he knew it he had some strange metal device on the outside of his arm, with something that looked like screws going into it. She sutured his arm, soon injecting something along the lines of antibiotics he assumed to further fight infection. The details of the home surgery were extremely foggy in his sedative-ridden mind, but he remembered her helping him up off of the table and her showing him a room where he could stay until his arm was healed enough to let him go.

He fell asleep soon after she took his shoes off, faintly remembering her bringing him in water and painkillers.

And when the days came where his arm inevitably healed, and he inevitably left to get inevitably hurt once again, he knew he’d be back to hear more about karma, fractures, fate, and the correct way to disinfect wounds even though he knew what to do anyway, because from her, he’d gladly listen.

[nolita-fairytale]

living on a remote island with sirius & raising baby harry together (remote island au)

au headcanon where you and young!sirius black flee the country to live on a remote island and raise baby harry instead of going to azkaban

pairing: sirius black x fem!ravenclaw reader

warnings: none.

a/n: ok so hear me out: i thought that this is the last part. but then. i had some ideas of how this remote island au would fit into the storyline of hp so i may write two epilogues (one where it lines up with the hp storyline and one fluff happy ending).

thank you again to all who have read, liked, reblogged, and commented. there's an instagram account called @aendthesea and this is what i feel reader, sirius, and harry's lives are like on the island. check it out if you're a visual person like me.

part one | part two | part three |

there's a letter in the kitchen of the cottage from your father that explains that it's not safe for you to meet up with your parents yet. you must wait a full two weeks to make sure that you haven't been followed and you're sure that you destroyed the armoire correctly.

when sirius finally comes to a few days later, he's expecting to wake up in azkaban. boy, is he surprised to find himself overlooking the mediterranean as he makes his way out onto the back porch.

"what did you do?" "sirius, i couldn't let you go to azkaban for a crime you didn't commit. remus helped me. he wasn't the traitor, sirius he-." "i know. it was peter. the traitor. that bloody rat."

your conversation is interrupted by the sound of a baby crying. as you emerge from the house with baby harry in your arms, sirius falls to his knees in grief, the events of what happened coming back to him. he knows that it means james and lily are dead.

there's so much grief but sirius grieves more openly than you. he grieves for his best friends. for baby harry. for the life he was almost condemned to.

waking up in the middle of the night to sirius having nightmares.

sirius has major survivor's guilt.

about a month after you settle in, you receive a letter from dumbledore. remus has gone to him for help. he will keep your secret and help cover it up, as long as you agree to let harry come back for school. you both oblige willingly and figure, it's a problem for future-you-and-sirius.

moving from the safe house to a home inside of your parents' villa. while not pleased that they've practically become grandparents overnight, it takes one look at harry for them to fall absolutely in love. and they make great babysitters.

adjusting to life on the island takes time but sirius is beginning to warm up to being only a short walk from the beach.

roaming the island sirius in his animagus form (he is a wanted fugitive afterall) and becoming known around town as the girl with the black dog.

giving in and finally marrying sirius because, you know, for the diplomatic immunity, of course.

having a competition of who can learn the native language fastest, then competing with each other who can learn the rest of the languages that line the coast of the mediterranean.

once it's safe for you and sirius to venture into more mainland territories, sirius begins exploring in his human form. sirius continues increasing his new language skills by reading sleep training books in the native language, after baby harry regresses and refuses to sleep through the night.

sleepless nights because you two have a freaking baby.

sirius really brings a whole new meaning to 'speaking in tongues.' think: sirius speaking french in bed and then all of a sudden he switches to greek, italian, or turkish. he's got a real knack for it too.

baby harry is bilingual, that is, until sirius begins teaching him french. can you imagine a harry potter raised in the mediterranean?

enjoying a slow life filled with simple pleasures: walking to the beach, eating slices of melons & fruits under the warm sun, and sunday sauces that simmered on the stovetop all day long to pure perfection.

keeping an herb garden, pulling lemons straight off of the trees and making lemonade for the three of you.

family beach trips with lots of sunscreen involved. baby harry absolutely loves the water and as he grows older, you practically have to pry him out of the ocean to get him to come to dinner.

while you take up photography as a hobby, sirius finds an old piano that someone's just left on the street and takes it in. he takes up his old hobby, playing the piano and humming along. singing and playing lullabies to harry omfg.

having a long conversation when harry first calls sirius 'dada,' and deciding how you'll tell him about his parents. debating whether or not you let him call the two of you mum and dad and questioning what lily and james would've wanted. you decide to let him choose when he gets older, what he'd like to call the two of you.

sirius has a phase where he wants nothing more than to give harry a sibling to play with, but you know it'll be too complicated with him being a wanted man. he's fallen head over heels for harry and for being a father, but you feel it would be irresponsible to bring your own child into it.

"gods, you're so beautiful. c'mon, just think about it. harry and a little brother... or little sister." "sirius, i-, we're barely twenty two! i love being harry's godmum more than anything and i just-, i don't know." "bet you'd look so good carrying our baby too, love." "sirius... damnit. we can practice if that's what you're getting at." "always, my darling. always."

also, does anyone think about how the marauders would've only been 30-32 when harry began hogwarts, yet they were played by grown ass adults in the movies? just me? ok, cool.

taglist: @pansexualwitchwhoneedstherapy

[polifandom]

the purge au, where gale goes purging and john gets (un)lucky

picture this: gale is out of state for the first time ever and thinks, "what the hell, imma go purging this year, no one knows me here anyway"

it's his first time purging, and he's got enough pent-up anger and daddy issues to blow up a small country – so he grabs a couple knifes, throws on a suit, buys a ski mask and decides to make an event out of it

by ten, he's killed a couple purgers and is roaming the streets of whisconsin aimesly, knifes swinging by his sides and tune being whistled on his lips

and then he meets a group; it's a few frat boys, by the looks of it, and they're dressed in (in the best way to describe it) halloween costumes. they call him over, and gale has far too much adrenaline to feel fear, so he joins them

they invite him into a van blasting music, more specifically from the 80's, and run over public property and dead bodies as they go, screaming the songs without a care in the world whilst swinging their weapons around

they stop around two, and gale, drunk on adrenaline and high on whatever was littering the air of that van, has half the mind to part his way from the group when one of the guys tells him they're going to his old boss's house for some fun and revenge

gale, up from a little more steam (due to every harsh word his father's ever roaming around his skull), heads inside the home with the rest of the men

and right there, in the middle of the living room, he's met with an older man, an older woman, a teenage girl, and a guy; all of them tied up. no, not a guy, not just any guy – his ex.

john egan, the one who got away – who moved and lost contact. his first ever love. his only love. tied up, knife to his neck, blood on his knuckles, terrified look on his face.

the adrenaline melts out of gale – all the anger, the resentment, the pretend euphoria this night had given him – the moment his eyes meet johns

and then there's a gun on john's head, and gale surely can't let that happen – so he stabs the guys on the back of the neck and watches him, and the gun he's holding, fall limp to the ground

blood litters johns face, and although it's not his own, gale only really breathes again when he sees john move – proving he's alive

and then hunter turns prey, because the frat boys are turning on him (he did kill one of them afterall), and now he not only has to save john, but also himself from this fucking mess

there's three more hours of the purge, john and his entire family are tied up, gale just saw the one person he has never managed to get over, and there's now five guys trying to kill the both of them. will they make it?

[zaxxusu]

Happy Mother's Day

(a monologue, a kind of letters - originally published in 2014 on my old RP account that has been deleted by Tumblr, reposting here in modified a bit)

𝟣𝟧 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom, you scare me! No ghost under my bed, I know it! Okay, okay, I'll go sleep. Mom? You still there? Well, I have a dream... I wanna be a hero I'm gonna save the world! Hey, don't laugh! I mean it. I wanna make you smile and proud. Mhh... love you too, Mom. Good night.

𝟣0 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Sorry, Mom, but I must go. I wanna achieve my dream, and it can't be attained only in this small village. I wanna see the world. I wanna make many friends around Gaia! Bet you'd be all worried. Just pray for me and I'll do my best to make the goals. ...Wait! What's that? Come back with my wife? Hey, hey... I'm just 13! I'm back after I'm success. I promise... See me!

8 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

How's Gongaga? Pops still alive and kicking? Is he seeing mushrooms from below already? Sorry for writing only now. I meant to write earlier but work stuffs here really extreme. Either you do nothing at all, or you do too much. But let's face it, there's never too much for me, anyway! Nah, I'm SOLDIER now. Already 2nd Class and gonna make it 1st soon! Which should be easy, hehe. I met a few great people. The great Hero Sephiroth gives me few trainings. Have you ever heard his name? He's the Hero of Wutai war! Soon, I'll be dispatched there and be a great hero too! But Angeal is my mentor, he's 1st Class too like Sephiroth! And I'll always be remembering his words, that if I wanted to be a hero, I have to embrace my dream and honor. He's on vacation right now. He said hi to you, Mom. And Kunsel! He's my friggin' stalker... but in a positive way! I mean... we're best friends! Well, he knows what he does, and I have a feeling he purposively remains in 2nd Class to have an eye on all that happens inside Shin-Ra. So yeah, I get along great with everyone. How's Sotetsu by the way? Tell him I don't forget him.

6 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Mom? There are so many things happened, I wanna help my friend. But I'm not strong enough to do. It is complicated... Though, not gonna give up and it'll be alright. Just like Pops always says: "If it's not alright, then it's not the end yet!" This one, Mom, praise your son! Well, I met a girl... at the church in the city slum. She's like an angel. Her hobby is tending flowers--bet you'd love her! I bought a pink ribbon for her, for a memento. She said she'll always treasure it. Then we went on a date! My first date! I also met another country boy! He's from Nibelheim and a Chocobo. ...No! I'm not talking to animal, not anymore! >////< His name is Cloud and his hair looks like Chocobo--all spiky and messy. He should try my shampoo or visit you, letting you mingle with his hair. Afterall, it's you who make me look the way I do haha.

5 𝓎𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

It's been a while, Mom. New season, new responsibility. I made 1st Class, but somehow, I'm not happy with it. I command an army now, rookies, so I can't let it make me down. And Sephiroth is my partner now, he trusts me. In short, I'm doing my best as SOLDIER--just as Angeal taught me, embrace my dreams and protect my honor. He's gone, Mom, but he's always in my heart. By the way, remember the girl I met in the church? It's a next level. I'm serious with her, Mom. Her name is Aerith. Well, she is... A bit spoiled, picky, clumsy ...and also can't cook. But I love her! Pretty is just a standard and normal is overrated--I love her with all of her quirks and flaws. She matches my energy. Whenever I spend my time with her, I feel respite. So, I can always keep up straight thanks to her. Will pick her to meet you, but not in the near future, I guess. Still working hard, saving money, building flowers wagon--she and I start this business. You must laugh but I'm selling flowers as a side job. We have a dream to fill Midgar with flowers. This city is opposite of Gongaga. I miss the greens, water, fresh air. So yeah, gonna make everyone here happy with the flowers!

𝐹𝑒𝓌 𝓂𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒽𝓈 𝒶𝑔𝑜

Dear, Mom. How many seasons have passed? I wish I could knock your door, see your face right now, and apologize for everything. Sorry for not being a good enough son for you. Ha! A bit melancholy suddenly? I'm not homesick or so! Home is... where the heart is, isn't it? Just so you know, I still have my friend, Cloud. I won't abandon him whatever happened. I'll be fine, don't worry. Because if I wasn't, then how could he? I'm still in the road to be a hero. I'm not giving up in this rough and dire. I finally find a meaning and purpose. I think it's because of you and pops raising me--and my late mentor, honor to him. So, thank you, Mom. Pops, too. Say hi to him. PS: Oh, and... I dunno what Cissnei--that girl in the black suit--told you, but she isn't my fiancee! I still have my heart for my flower girl. And I'm on the road to fulfill her 23 wishes. Just to make that sure.

[kaigarax]

A Million Ways

Hashibira Inosuke x Reader

Quote: “Fall in love with someone that understands you without words.”

Simpleton.

Clueless.

Country bumpkin.

Those were the names Inoskue constantly heard while growing up. Rude names they called him but they never really seemed to bother the boy. Sure, he may not have known the meanings of the names but it was never words that cut deep. It was the harsh looks in their eyes and the cold motions as they turned their backs on him.

It constantly sent him into a rage.

Sure, he was different but sometimes it just felt as though no one would ever be able to understand him. That he would forever be unable to connect to others. That he would always be different.

And he tried to not let it bother him.

And it didn’t when he didn’t think about it.

So, Inosuke did things to distract himself. Like becoming a demon slayer.

Not just did it give him a chance to expand his physical prowess and meet individuals much stronger than him but it gave him something to think about. Or rather, it gave him a reason to not think about something.

Of course, one could not always be fighting enemies.

Bodies needed time to rest and recuperate. They needed moments where they could be still and rebuild themselves. Insouke knew that better than anyone else. His own connection with his body allowed him to know his limits. Not to say that he would clearly pass those limits when he wanted to. What was the use of there being such a phrase if one were never to live with those indulgences?

Today though, Inosuke thinks that he might rest.

Close his eyes and feel the breeze sneak in through the window. Maybe listen to that strange melody that’s coming through the open door.

It’s almost pleasant.

You’re the one playing the piano.

The others talk about how skilled you are. Tanjuro gushes and Zinetsu sighs dreamily. The others seem to gather around to listen to you when you play and Insouke isn’t all too sure why. Why would anyone want to listen to such artificial sounds when he they could just head out into the forest and hear the rushing of water and birds singing?

Their songs are much different than yours.

Not tainted with such sadness and confusion.

So different from anything he was used to while growing up.

Now, Insouke isn’t the best when it comes to emotions but he does know that the feeling your music creates isn’t something that people should be feeling all the time. It isn’t pleasant. It makes him feel as though everything is wrong. That there’s nothing else that he can do.

But more than anything, he can feel how lonely you are when you play.

And it reminds him of his own loneliness.

That same loneliness that he’s constantly trying to forget.

A bunny happens to hop past his window at that moment, catching his attention. It’s white and fluffy with a small tail.

Inosuke’s nose twitches playfully.

And then he’s up and atom. His blankets left sprawled across the ground as he jumped up onto the windowsill. Tanjuro, who happens to be sleeping beside him, stirs briefly but doesn't wake up. The bunny, on the other hand, has clearly spotted the quick movements of Inosuke as it scurries away.

Insouke is quick to follow after it. Jumping out the open window and out into the open field.

The bunny ducks under a bush, where it must assume it is safe.

But the great Insouke will not be defeated so easily! As if a measly bush could stop him! He jumps into the bush after the bunny, plummeting flat onto his stomach with a loud thump.

The foolish bunny stares at him briefly, with fear in its eyes at Insouke’s sudden movements.

Of course it would be terrified of him!

He is great after all!

He makes a swat at it but the bunny is much quicker than he anticipated. It manages to just barely slip though his fingertips as it exits on the other side of the bush. Any normal person would have let the bunny go and called it a day. But not Inosuke! Afterall, he’s no quitter. No one gives up that easily.

Instead, he’s on all fours, chasing after the rabbit through the bushes.

There’s a large indent that follows him through the bushes, clearly showing where he has and will likely be. Not that he cares, after all this was made personal when that bunny hopped up to his window in the first place.

Inosuke is a hunter and he will not be beaten by mere prey.

The bunny jolts forward before quickly making a turn to the left.

It has clearly underestimated Inosuke though as the boy on all fours snaps to the side.

It’s quite a sight to behold.

The bunny makes another turn, heading back towards the house.

The fool!

Inosuke crashes after it with haste, quickly catching up.

10 meters.

5 meters.

4.

3.

2.

And then, when it’s cornered and there’s seemingly no place for it to run it jumps at incredible hights and into an open window.

Insouke, of course, makes his own incredible jump into the room but crashes head first into you!

There’s a tumble and grunt from you as the keys of the piano crash and play a dreadfully out of tune melody. It’s horrible and Inosuke can see you visibly wince. He, on the other hand, is not at all affected by the cacophony of sound. He’d puff his chest out but he’s currently tangled up with you on the ground while the bunny sits peacefully atop the keys of the piano, a smug look on its face.

Insokue growls.

You look up at the boar head wearing boy with a strange look.

He dramatically whips his head towards the bunny.

Your eyes light up in amusement.

Inosuke jumps up, pushing you further into the ground as he lunges towards the bunny. The bunny makes a quick escape, jumping off the piano and through the door leaving Inosuke and you behind.

Inosuke, not wanting to be bested, chases after it, leaving you alone.

He briefly wonders if the piano is broken but doesn't think about it for too long as he runs past a trio of individuals.

He thinks he hears you shit an apology as you pass them, chasing after him. But he doesn't look back. He has a bunny to catch, afterall.

The hallways seem to twist and turn more than before. A maze that only he knows how to navigate. Of course, Inosuke can’t leave the bunny alone now. Not with all those open windows and people heading in and out. His high speed chase would be all for naught if this bunny manages to escape him. And the travesty that would follow if word ever got out that he was bested by a cute white little bunny!

His pride would never be able to recover.

How could he ever call himself a demon slayer if he couldn’t catch one little rabbit?

This is the moment of truth.

Inosuke is inches away from the bunny when you come barreling into him. You come at him from the side and send him tumbling into another room while the bunny is free to escape into the wild.

His anger flares.

How dare you!

When he was inches away!

He pushes you to the side and attempts to stomp away but you’re quick to grab him. Inosuke’s surprised at how strong you are. He obviously knew that you were strong enough to take out a demon but he didn’t think that you’d be strong enough to force him to sit down.

It’s annoying.

And exciting.

He wants to push you down to show he’s clearly much stronger but you quickly let go of him. Instead you press a finger to your lips and hush him silently. You point to the window, and staring at the two of you is that cheeky little bunny. Its puffy white tail seems to shake back and forth in a mocking manner.

Inosuke lunges towards it but you force him back into his chair.

He raises a brow.

You reach into your pocket and pull out an orange shaped fruit.

A carrot, maybe?

Inosuke isn’t too sure. The only thing he’s certain of is that it's food.

Why would you be handing him food right now? He’s not hungry right now. Are you hungry? Are you trying to share your food with him? Is it time to eat or something?

Why in the world are you still holding the carrot!

You hold a hand up as Insouke reaches out for the carrot.

You move both your hands down as if to say ‘slow down’.

Then slowly, you move towards the window. Slowly. Every, so very slowly. The bunny doesn't seem to see you as a threat. Ha! What a foolish creature! But you seem to be just foolish as you don’t lunge towards the bunny when you get close enough. Instead you continue creeping towards it until you’re a smidget away. You hold the carrot in your hand out to the bunny. It sniffs it cautiously before taking a nibble. Its eyes seem to light up as you give it the treat. What a fool you are!

But then… the bunny doesn't move as you slowly scoop it up.

It seems quite content as you carry it towards Inosuke with a smile on your face.

And boy is he ever shocked.

Perhaps you aren’t as fragile as you seem.

You hold the bunny with one hand and use the other to reach into your pocket. You pull out another bright orange carrot. The bunny notices it with a twitch of its nose and is watching you curiously as you gesture for Insouke to come towards you. You move your hand down again signaling for him to slow down.

He supposes that if you managed to get this fat then perhaps you aren’t wrong about this.

You flatten his hands before placing the carrot on it. Then you bring your own hands towards Insouke’s. The bunny stands curiously in your hands, smelling the carrot in Insouke’s before slowly reaching out. It eyes Insouke, clearly not trusting him as easily as it trusted you. Not that you can blame it, after Insouke chased it around the house. Of course, as soon as the bunny starts nibbling, as Insouke knew it would, you gently shove it onto his hands.

Haha!

He is great!

He knew that he would be able to catch a bunny as little as this one! No creature has escaped him before! The bunny doesn't seem all too happy in his hands but settles as it munches on the carrot.

You manage to stifle a giggle as you watch Inosuke and the bunny.

At first Insouke thinks you might be laughing at his expense but the softness in your eyes tells him otherwise.

You’ve always had kind eyes. Just like Tanjuro. You looked at the world as if everything was okay and that everything would get better. Which is why Inosuke was always so confused when he listened to you play music. How could someone so full of life and kindness also have so much loneliness and pain like him? It’s unfair and makes Inosuke want to fight the world for you. No, he will fight the world for you.

But for now, he’ll settle for holding a bunny.

It’s weird. He strangely… doesn't feel as lonely when he’s with you.

Perhaps it's because you know what he’s gone through?

No. That isn’t it.

You seem to notice the change in his expression as you hold your hands out to the bunny and offer Inosuke a smile. His heart warms.

The bunny is quick to leave Insouke’s hands and jump into yours.

Inosuke wonders if this is the last time he’ll see the bunny ever again?

You shrug as you turn back towards the window.

You place your hands near the ground on the other side of the window as the two of you watch the bunny jump away. Insouke smiles back at you, feeling a warm feeling begin to bubble up in his stomach.

Fall in love with someone that understands you without words.