yukieya

[yukieya]

𝐗𝐮̄𝐧 𝐏𝐞́𝐢𝐤𝐚̄𝐧𝐠 : 𝐀 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐮𝐢𝐧.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

Xūn Péikāng was not born. He was made.

His existence began in the sterile, white-lit corridors of an underground laboratory, where human hands sought to mold perfection. There were no lullabies, no whispered words of love—only the low hum of machines and the murmurs of scientists who viewed him as a project rather than a child.

Two figures stood above all others: Azure and Kaisei. They were the architects of his being, his only constants in an otherwise mechanical world.

Azure was meticulous, always watching, always analyzing. He spoke in low, measured tones, his words like silk laced with steel. His affection was conditional, his praise given in carefully controlled doses, just enough to make Xūn hunger for more.

Kaisei was colder, a man of science before sentiment, his sharp gaze dissecting Xūn’s every move. If Azure whispered manipulation, Kaisei ensured there was no room for doubt. He did not sugarcoat.

He did not soothe. He shaped Xūn through control, molding his mind as carefully as his body had been designed.

Xūn never questioned them. They were his world.

One evening, as Xūn analyzed the chemical structures of a new virus, Azure entered the room, a pleased smile curving his lips. " 𝖦𝗈𝗈𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗄, 𝖷𝗎̄𝗇. " he praised, voice warm yet restrained. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗂𝗆𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗂𝗇𝗀. "

Xūn’s fingers twitched around his pen, his chest tightening with something dangerously close to hope. " 𝖣𝗈𝖾𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇 𝖨 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝖾𝗅𝗅? "

Azure chuckled, reaching out to brush Xūn’s hair back into place. " 𝖨𝗍 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗌 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝖾𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇— " his grip suddenly tightened, his nails pressing lightly against Xūn’s scalp, just enough to make the boy still, " —𝗂𝗌 𝖺 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝗋𝗈𝖺𝖽, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋. "

Xūn did not flinch. He only nodded. " 𝖨 𝗎𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽.. "

Kaisei, sitting across the lab, scoffed. " 𝖴𝗇𝖽𝖾𝗋𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗎𝗅𝗍𝗌, " he said coolly, not even glancing up from his notes. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗌𝖾? 𝖤𝖺𝗋𝗇 𝗂𝗍. "

Xūn’s stomach twisted, but he merely bowed his head. " 𝖨..𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅. "

And he did. Again. And again. And again. Because failure meant silence. Failure meant a lingering look of disappointment, a moment where Azure and Kaisei’s eyes would pass over him as if he were nothing more than a flawed product.

And Xūn could not bear being nothing to them.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

Azure and Kaisei’s love was never freely given. It was rationed like a precious resource, given only when Xūn performed exactly as expected.

When he succeeded, Azure would pat his head, murmur words of approval, and let him sit by his side. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗎𝖽, 𝖷𝗎̄𝗇. "

When he failed, Kaisei would take away his comforts—no books, no lab access, no contact. " 𝖣𝗂𝗌𝖺𝗉𝗉𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝗆𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖻𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗇𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽, " he would say. " 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗇? "

One night, Xūn lay curled in his cot, the chill of the lab pressing into his bones. His latest experiment had been a disaster, and he had not seen Azure or Kaisei in hours. The isolation gnawed at him, an unfamiliar ache spreading in his chest.

When the door finally creaked open, Azure stepped inside, his expression unreadable. He did not speak immediately, only letting the silence stretch until it became unbearable.

" 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝗒, " Azure finally murmured, sitting beside Xūn’s cot. His voice was quiet, disappointed. " 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗀𝗋𝗈𝗐𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝗎𝗋𝖾. "

Xūn swallowed, his throat tight. " 𝖨—𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗈 𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗋. "

Azure sighed, running a hand through Xūn’s hair, but the touch felt heavier than usual. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅, 𝖷𝗎̄𝗇. 𝖬𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗉𝖾𝖼𝗂𝖺𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗇𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝖾𝗅𝗌𝖾 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗅𝖽. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝖿 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌.. " His fingers curled slightly, gripping just enough to send a message. " 𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘀 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗿𝗼𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂. "

Fear. Pure, unfiltered fear slammed into Xūn chest.

Wrong about him? Impossible. Azure was never wrong. Which meant—

No.

" 𝖨 𝗐𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅 𝖺𝗀𝖺𝗂𝗇.. " Xūn whispered.

Azure smiled. " 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐃𝐎𝐌

Then Shirou happened.

A contradiction. A disruption. A mistake.

Xūn met him by accident. He had been working in the lab as usual, running calculations when the door creaked open. No one should have entered uninvited, and yet—

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙪𝙧𝙮 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙞𝙣 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙠 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙣? "

Xūn head snapped up, his cerulean eyes narrowing at the figure leaning casually against the doorway. Black hair. Green eyes. A smirk playing on his lips, as if he had no care in the world.

" 𝖠𝗇𝖽, 𝗐𝗁𝗈 𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎? " Xūn asked flatly.

" 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎, " stranger replied, stepping into the lab as if he belonged there. “And you?”

Xūn hesitated. No one had ever asked him who he was before.

" …𝖷𝗎̄𝗇 𝖯𝖾́𝗂𝗄𝖺̄𝗇𝗀. "

" 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍'𝗌 𝖺 𝗆𝗈𝗎𝗍𝗁𝖿𝗎𝗅. " Shirou grinned. " 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖯𝗂𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗈. "

No one had ever spoken to him like that before. As if he were just a person. As if he weren’t something created to be perfect.

Shirou kept coming back. He talked, laughed, teased, and Xūn, despite himself, began to crave it. Began to want to see him. To hear his voice. To feel something other than the cold calculations of his life.

And Azure noticed.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐄.

Azure had always watched. Always controlled. And now, the cracks in his creation were beginning to show, spreading like fractures in glass—small at first, but inevitable, unstoppable.

One by one, he began to remove the pieces, careful and deliberate.

He didn’t rush, didn’t force—no, that would only drive Xūn away. Instead, he whispered, planting seeds in the dark where doubt could take root. " 𝖨𝗌 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖺𝖼𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝖷𝗎̄𝗇? 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗌𝗈 𝗆𝖺𝗇𝗒 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾𝗌 𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾𝗅𝗒. "

At first, Xūn brushed it off, shaking his head with a quiet laugh. " 𝖨𝗍'𝗌 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀, " he muttered, but Azure saw the faint crease in his brow, the hesitation in his hands as he worked. It was never about forcing belief—only nudging it into existence.

And so Azure continued, his words slipping into the gaps, careful and insidious. " 𝖨 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖽 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗌𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗇𝖾𝖺𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝖺𝖻 𝗒𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖽𝖺𝗒, " he said, voice gentle, laced with concern. " 𝖲𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗀𝖾, 𝗂𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝗂𝗍? 𝖳𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗑𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍 𝖿𝖺𝗂𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝖽𝖺𝗒? "

Xūn frowned, pausing in his work, but shook his head again. " 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍— " The words fell flat, unconvincing, as if even he wasn’t sure anymore.

Azure seized the moment, placing a firm yet reassuring hand on Xūn’s shoulder. His grip was warm, grounding, a silent promise that I am the one you can trust. " 𝗔𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲? " he murmured, leaning in just enough that his presence felt inescapable.

Doubt flickered in Xūn’s expression, and Azure softened, letting out a quiet sigh. " 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝗆𝗒 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝗋.. " he said, his voice touched with regret, as if he were the one hurting. " 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝖨 𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗁 𝗂𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝖾. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾𝗌, 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗲𝗼𝗽𝗹𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗵𝘂𝗿𝘁 𝘂𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁. "

It was all it took—a single crack widening into something deeper. Xūn wanted to refute it, wanted to hold onto the certainty that Shirou wouldn’t betray him. But the more he tried, the more Azure’s words twisted in his mind, turning coincidence into something sinister.

Then came the final betrayal, hidden behind the careful hands of a friend. Azure sabotaged Xūn’s work himself, ensuring that every failure came when Xūn could least afford it. And each time, he was there—offering a quiet sigh, a sympathetic look, a murmur of reassurance laced with venom.

" 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐 𝗁𝗈𝗐 𝗆𝗎𝖼𝗁 𝖾𝖿𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗏𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝗂𝗇𝗍o this. " His voice was soft, filled with understanding. " 𝙄 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙗𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝. "

And when Xūn finally came to him, shaken, exhausted, and desperate for answers, Azure welcomed him with open arms. He made no demands, no accusations—only a sorrowful sigh and a heavy gaze, as if he were carrying the burden of the truth.

" 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙪. " he whispered, " 𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚, 𝙓𝙪̄𝙣. 𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙞𝙩. 𝙄 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙙𝙤. 𝘽𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙡𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙚𝙚 𝙞𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 ? "

Xūn’s chest tightened, his mind a whirlwind of denial and sinking dread. He wanted to fight back, to prove Azure wrong, but the evidence—his failures—were undeniable. And Azure had never led him astray before.

A breath. A slow, shaking exhale.

" ...𝖶𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝖨 𝖽𝗈? " His voice was barely above a whisper, a confession of uncertainty, of surrender.

Azure’s fingers curled ever so slightly on his shoulder, his smile hidden behind a mask of quiet understanding. His voice, when it came, was almost mournful, as if he hated what he had to say.

" 𝗦𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗵𝗶𝗺. " he murmured.

" 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮. "

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄�� 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍.

Seo was dying.

Xūn watched as the younger boy convulsed on the floor, his body wracked with unbearable pain. His fingers twitched, reaching out blindly—toward something, someone—but there was nothing to hold onto. His breath came in ragged, wet gasps, his body rejecting life itself as the virus did its work.

This should have been satisfying.

Xun had crafted the virus with perfection—rapid cellular breakdown, internal hemorrhaging, just enough time for the victim to realize they were dying before the end came. It was supposed to be beautiful.

Then why did it feel wrong?

Seo’s bloodshot eyes flickered toward him, filled with something that crushed Xun’s chest. It wasn’t anger, wasn’t hatred. It was confusion. Why?

" 𝖯𝗂..𝗄𝖾𝗋𝗈..? " Seo’s voice was barely a whisper, fragile, trembling. His fingers reached toward him—trusting. Still trusting.

Xūn hands curled into fists at his sides.

This was necessary. This was the price of betrayal. This was what Azure told him had to be done.

Seo shuddered violently, another choked gasp leaving his lips. The blood pooling at the corners of his mouth made every breath sound wet, weak.

And then—

Footsteps.

Rushing. Unsteady. Desperate.

" 𝙎𝙀𝙊—?! "

The moment Xūn heard Shirou’s voice, the world seemed to crack open.

Shirou had come.

A figure burst into the room like a storm, his green eyes wide with sheer panic, his breath already uneven from running.

Xūn saw the exact moment Shirou’s gaze landed on the small, crumpled form on the floor, saw the way his expression twisted into something raw, something beyond horror.

" No no—no, no, no— " Shirou fell to his knees, nearly slipping in the growing pool of blood, his hands reaching, trembling, shaking as he gathered Seo into his arms.

Seo’s head lolled weakly against his chest, his bloodstained lips parting in a barely-there smile. " …𝖡𝗋𝗈𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗋.. "

Shirou exhaled a shattered breath. " 𝖸..𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. 𝖸𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗀𝗈𝗇𝗇𝖺 𝖻𝖾 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒. " His voice was frantic, desperate, trying so hard to hold onto something that was already slipping away. He pressed a hand against Seo’s cheek, his fingers stained red. " 𝖩𝗎𝗌𝗍—𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝗇𝗀 𝗈𝗇, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗁𝖾𝗅𝗉, 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗌𝖾— "

But Seo’s small hand gripped his sleeve weakly. " 𝙄𝙩...𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙨... "

Shirou’s entire body tensed, his breathing hitching. His hands were shaking so badly they could barely keep holding on. " 𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐—𝖨 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗒 𝗐𝗂𝗍𝗁 𝗆𝖾, 𝖺𝗅𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍? 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍—𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖾𝗒𝖾𝗌. 𝗦𝗲𝗼, 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗮𝘁 𝗺𝗲. "

Seo’s eyelashes fluttered. His pupils were already unfocused, his body already losing the strength to obey. " ..'𝙢 𝙩𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙙.. "

" 𝙉𝙤.. " Shirou’s voice cracked. His grip tightened. " 𝙉𝙤, 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗍𝗂𝗋𝖾𝖽. 𝖸𝗈— " His throat closed up, and his voice broke entirely as he choked out, " 𝖨'𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗍 𝗐𝖾𝖾𝗄 𝗍𝗈 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖿𝖺𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋𝗂𝗍𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾, 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗇'𝗍 𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗄 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐, 𝗈𝗄𝖺𝗒? 𝖮𝗄𝖺𝗒? "

Seo’s lips twitched, the ghost of a smile. " 𝙎𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙨.. 𝙣𝙞𝙘𝙚. "

Then his fingers slipped.

And everything stopped.

The field was silent.

Seo was gone.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓.

Shirou held onto Seo’s lifeless body, his arms wrapped tightly around him as if refusing to let go—as if his sheer desperation could bring him back. His breath hitched, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven gasps. His mind couldn’t—wouldn’t—process what had just happened.

Seo, his little brother—the boy who had always followed him around like a shadow, who had once clung to his sleeve like a child afraid of the world—was gone. Just like that.

For a moment, there was nothing.

Just silence.

Then, something cracked inside him.

A sound tore from Shirou’s throat—something raw, something inhuman. His entire body trembled, his head hanging low over Seo’s still form. But then, the shaking stopped.

A shift.

The air around him grew thick, suffocating. A slow, creeping darkness coiled around his body, wrapping itself around his limbs like tendrils.

His once-white aura, something faint and pure, became swallowed by something deeper. Black and green—like ink bleeding into water, like a swan losing its pristine feathers, turning into something unrecognizable.

Xūn watched, amusement flickering across his face. His cerulean eyes gleamed, the corner of his lips twitching upward. Fascinating.

He had never seen Shirou like this before. Never seen that look in his eyes—wide, dull, brimming with something raw.

Anger. Hatred.

And betrayal.

Shirou lifted his head slowly, his gaze locking onto Xūn. His pupils were blown wide, his irises an eerie shade of green that pulsed with unrestrained fury.

" ..𝐘𝐨𝐮. "

Xūn tilted his head.

Shirou’s hands clenched around Seo’s lifeless body, his nails digging into fabric. His entire being was shaking—but not from grief anymore.

It was rage.

His breath came out in shudders, his chest heaving. " 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬. "

Xūn’s amusement deepened. He took a step forward, tilting his head ever so slightly. " 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝖽𝗈𝗇𝖾, " he said smoothly. " 𝖲𝗎𝗋𝖾𝗅𝗒.. 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗱 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱, 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗼𝘂? "

A strangled sound left Shirou’s throat, something between a laugh and a sob. He hunched forward slightly, his grip on Seo tightening for a moment before he finally—finally—let go.

Slowly, he placed his brother’s body down, carefully, almost reverently. His fingers lingered for just a second, brushing against Seo’s cold skin.

Then, without warning—

Crack.

The ground beneath them split, a violent gust of energy surging outward. The entire lab trembled, the walls groaning under the pressure of Shirou’s fury.

Xūn’s smirk widened.

Now this was interesting.

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃𝐒 ; 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃

Shirou rose to his feet with slow, deliberate movements. His hands, once steady and sure, now trembled with barely contained rage. His entire body burned with an emotion so intense it felt like it would consume him whole.

The air grew heavier.

Xūn stood amidst the chaos, entirely unfazed. He watched Shirou like a researcher observing a subject—curious, intrigued. But beneath that detached amusement, there was something else. Anticipation.

Shirou’s breathing was ragged, his shoulders tense. The way he was standing now—his back straight, his expression dark—was different. This wasn’t the Shirou Xūn knew.

This was someone else.

Someone broken.

Someone dangerous.

" 𝐘..𝐘𝐨𝐮.. "Shirou rasped, voice hollow. " 𝒀𝒐𝒖—𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅—𝑺𝒆𝒐. " His words were not a question. Not an accusation. They were a fact, an undeniable truth that settled into the ruins of his mind like a disease, festering, poisoning everything.

Xūn sighed, tapping his fingers together lazily. " 𝖪𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝗂𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝗎𝗀𝗅𝗒 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽. " His tone was casual, as if they were speaking about the weather, not the body lying cold between them. " 𝖨 𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖿𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗒.. 𝗿𝗲𝗺𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲. "

The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

Shirou’s eyes flickered, his pupils dilating as something inside him snapped.

" 𝗔𝗻 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗰𝗹𝗲? " His voice was soft, barely above a whisper—but it carried through the space like a sharp blade, cutting through the air between them.

Xūn’s smirk grew. " 𝖣𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗈𝗄 𝗌𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗋𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗌𝖾𝖽, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗄𝗇𝖾𝗐 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐���𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗀, 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? " He took a slow step forward, his boots clicking softly against the cracked tiles. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽'𝗏𝖾 𝗄𝗇𝗈𝗐𝗇. 𝖠𝖿𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝗅𝗅, 𝗐𝖺𝗌𝗇'𝗍 𝖨 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗈𝗇𝖾 𝗐𝗂𝗅𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗁𝖺𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗱𝗼𝗻𝗲? "

Shirou’s breathing hitched. His mind replayed every moment, every memory—Xūn’s voice, his presence, his twisted words that had once sounded so reasonable. Trust me, Shirou. I’m the only one who understands. The only one who will never betray you.

But now—now Shirou saw it for what it truly was.

Manipulation. Lies.

Xūn had never been his friend.

He had been waiting for this moment.

The realization struck Shirou like a knife to the gut.

" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗀𝗈𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌, " Shirou whispered. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀. "

Xūn let out a small chuckle. " 𝖮𝗁, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎.. 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗆𝖾 𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝗌𝗈𝗋𝗍 𝗈𝖿 𝗏𝗂𝗅𝗅𝖺𝗂𝗇. " He placed a hand over his chest, feigning offense. " 𝖨 𝗈𝗇𝗅𝗒 𝖽𝗂𝖽 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝖨 𝗍𝗁𝗈𝗎𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝘆𝗼𝘂. 𝗙𝗼𝗿 𝗨𝘀. "

Shirou’s expression twisted, a storm of emotions crashing through him. " 𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤?! " His voice cracked, raw and full of fury. " 𝖲𝖾𝗈 𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝖺𝖽! 𝖸𝗈𝗎— " He swallowed, his fists clenching so tightly his nails dug into his palms, drawing blood. " 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗺𝗲. "

Xūn’s expression remained unchanged. " 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙮𝙚𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪'𝙧𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚. "

Shirou froze.

" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗁𝖺𝗏𝖾𝗇'𝗍 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖺𝖼𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝗆𝖾, 𝗒𝖾𝗍. " Xūn continued, tilting his head. “Is it because you’re hesitating? " 𝖨𝗌 𝗂𝗍 𝖻𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾—𝖽𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝖽𝗈𝗐𝗇—𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜'𝗺 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁? "

A sharp intake of breath.

" 𝗡𝗼. " Shirou growled, shaking his head. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝖽𝗈𝗇'𝗍 𝗀𝖾𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌. 𝖭𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗍𝗂𝗆𝖾. "

Xūn’s smirk faltered for a fraction of a second.

" 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘁𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁.. " Shirou continued, his voice lower now, dangerous. " 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩—𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙖𝙮. "

And then—

The ground exploded.

𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐋

Shirou didn’t waste another second. His entire body pulsed with power, the green and black energy swirling around him like a living force. The moment he moved, the ground beneath him shattered, his very presence warping the air.

Xūn barely had time to react before the darkness surged forward—jagged tendrils of black lightning lashing out with terrifying speed.

He twisted his fingers, summoning a wave of cerulean fire, meeting Shirou’s attack head-on. Their powers clashed in an explosion of light and shadow, shaking the very foundation of the lab. Walls cracked. The ceiling groaned under the pressure.

But Shirou didn’t stop.

More.

More.

His rage burned like an unquenchable inferno, fueled by grief, by betrayal, by the lifeless body of his brother lying behind him.

" 𝙔𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙! " Shirou roared, his voice nearly lost in the chaos. Another wave of dark energy crashed toward Xūn, twisting and writhing like serpents.

Xūn merely smirked, leaping back effortlessly." 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱? 𝖨𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗐𝖾 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾? " His tone was taunting, yet there was an edge to it—something almost unreadable. " 𝖮𝗁, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎. 𝖧𝗈𝗐 𝗇𝖺𝗂𝗏𝖾. "

With a flick of his wrist, the air around him shifted. Ice, sharp as daggers, formed in the space between them. Within seconds, the shards launched forward, each one aimed to maim, to tear, to hurt.

Shirou’s form flickered, darkness swallowing him whole before the ice could reach him.

Then—

He was behind Xūn.

Xūn barely managed to summon a barrier before an explosion of black mist engulfed him, the sheer force sending him flying across the room. He skidded to a stop, his boots scraping against the fractured floor.

For the first time, the amusement in his eyes faltered.

Shirou stood amidst the wreckage, his breathing heavy, his green eyes glowing unnaturally bright. His hands trembled—not from exhaustion, but from something deeper.

" 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝖲𝖾𝗈.. " Shirou said suddenly, his voice eerily calm.

Xūn remained silent, waiting.

Shirou exhaled, his gaze piercing through the smoke. " 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝖾𝗋𝖾 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗈 𝖻𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝗆𝖾 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗍, 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻'𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂? 𝙁𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙬𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙩, 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙢𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩. "

A slow smile curled Xūn’s lips.

" 𝘼𝙝, 𝙨𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙. "

Shirou’s chest ached.

It wasn’t just the fight. It wasn’t just the loss.

It was everything.

The memories. The trust. The quiet moments where he had believed in Xūn, where he had thought—just maybe—he had found someone who truly understood him.

And now, standing here, amidst the ruins of what they once had—Shirou realized something even worse.

Xūn had understood him.

And he had used that knowledge to destroy him.

Something inside him cracked.

Shirou reached into his pocket without thinking, fingers brushing against the cool surface of a small, worn object.

A gift.

One Xūn had given him long ago. A simple pendant, one that had meant something once.

Shirou pulled it out, staring at it for a long moment.

Then—without hesitation—he crushed it in his palm.

The sound of breaking metal rang through the air.

Xūn’s eyes flickered.

For the first time, the smirk disappeared.

He looked at the shattered remains of the pendant in Shirou’s hand, and something unreadable flashed across his face.

A moment passed. Then two.

And slowly, Xūn reached into his coat, pulling out a thin silver ring—another gift.

Shirou had given it to him years ago, telling him it was his first act of trust.

Xūn twirled it between his fingers, the metal catching the dim light.

Then—

With a flick of his hand, he let it fall to the ground.

The ring hit the cracked floor with a quiet, hollow clang.

It rolled. Once. Twice.

Then it stilled.

Silence.

Neither of them moved.

The lab burned around them, the air thick with smoke and the weight of everything left unspoken.

Finally, Shirou turned.

Without another word, without another look, he stepped over the wreckage and walked away.

Xūn didn’t stop him.

He simply watched.

And when Shirou finally disappeared into the distance, Xūn exhaled softly, lowering his gaze to the broken ring at his feet.

For the first time, he felt something he couldn’t quite name.

But it was too late.

It had always been too late.

𝐑𝐄𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍

It has been a decade.

The years had passed like a slow, agonizing eternity. Almost a decade since that day—since the lab was reduced to ruins, since the bond between Xūn and Shirou was shattered beyond repair. Since the moment Seo’s lifeless body went cold in Shirou’s trembling hands.

And yet, Xūn never looked back.

Now, he stood in the center of his new lab, a dimly lit, sterile space filled with the hum of machines. Beakers bubbled, monitors flickered with unreadable data, and the scent of chemicals hung thick in the air. Scattered papers covered the desks, each detailing his latest project—his newest creation.

He reached into the pocket of his lab coat, fingers brushing against the cold glass of a small pill bottle.

With a flick of his wrist, he popped it open and poured the contents straight into his mouth, swallowing without hesitation. No water, no second thought. The bitterness coated his tongue, but he barely noticed anymore.

Painkillers. Stimulants. A concoction of his own making.

It didn’t matter what they were. As long as they kept him functioning.

His cerulean eyes flickered toward the large containment pod in front of him—a sleek glass chamber filled with a translucent liquid. Suspended within, a figure floated in eerie stillness. Limbs motionless, hair fanned out like ink in water.

A clone.

Xūn had spent years perfecting this moment. Every spare second, every scrap of knowledge, every fragment of his shattered past was poured into this project. A perfect being, free from the failures of humanity.

The machines beeped in sync as the pod slowly began to drain, the liquid receding as the figure inside lowered to the ground. A quiet hiss filled the room as the glass split open.

And then, the clone stirred.

Lids fluttered open, revealing the eyes of the same haunting as Xūn’s. The newly formed being took its first breath, staggering slightly as it stepped forward, unsteady but alive.

Xūn tilted his head, a slow smirk forming on his lips as he observed his work.

Then, in a voice as smooth as silk, he greeted his creation.

" 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐍𝐲𝐱 𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. "

?.. ?.. ???...

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐓.

Shirou’s steps were slow, almost hesitant, as he entered the dimly lit room.

The weight of his brother’s lifeless body in his arms made each movement feel unbearable. His breath was ragged, his vision unfocused, his entire being hollow. The only sound that accompanied him was the faint, distant hum of machinery—cold, sterile, unfeeling.

Azure stood near a desk, seemingly unbothered by the sight before him. His piercing eyes observed Shirou with a quiet, knowing gaze, his hands neatly folded behind his back. The scientist did not rush forward, did not express sorrow or pity. Instead, he waited.

Shirou finally came to a stop in front of him. His knees trembled as he carefully lowered Seo’s still form onto the floor. His fingers curled against the fabric of his brother’s now-useless coat, clenching tightly as he forced the words out.

" 𝖨.. 𝖨 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆. " His voice cracked, raw and broken. His hands shook violently. " 𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽—𝖨 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗹𝗮𝘁𝗲. "

Azure exhaled softly, stepping closer. He gazed down at Seo’s unmoving body, expression unreadable. Then, with an eerie calmness, he reached out and gently placed a hand on Shirou’s head, his fingers threading through the strands of his dark hair.

Shirou flinched slightly at the touch but didn’t move away. He had nothing left—nowhere else to turn.

" 𝗜 𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗜? " Azure murmured, his voice smooth, measured, almost affectionate. " 𝖥𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝖻𝖾𝗀𝗂𝗇𝗇𝗂𝗇𝗀... 𝗫𝘂̄𝗻 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗶𝗻𝗳𝗹𝘂𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. "

Shirou’s breath hitched, but he said nothing.

Azure continued, his fingers pressing down ever so slightly, a cold reassurance disguised as comfort. " 𝖧𝖾 𝗁𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿𝗂𝗌𝗁. 𝖠𝗅𝗐𝖺𝗒𝗌 𝗍𝗐𝗂𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝗎𝗂𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗌𝖾𝗅𝖿. 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗀𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗌𝗍, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗒𝖺𝗅𝗍𝗒, 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾—𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝗱𝗶𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝘆 𝘆𝗼𝘂? "

A pause. A calculated silence to let the words sink in.

“…𝙃𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. "

A tremor ran through Shirou’s body. His mind replayed the moment over and over again—Seo’s final breath, the cold stillness, the way Xūn had just stood there, indifferent, watching.

Azure knelt down slightly, keeping his hand on Shirou’s head as if soothing a grieving child. His voice dropped lower, gentle, almost hypnotic.

" 𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆, 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗒𝗈𝗎? "

Shirou squeezed his eyes shut. He didn’t answer.

" 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗒𝖾𝗍, 𝗁𝖾 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖼𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗂𝗌𝗁𝖾𝖽. " Azure’s lips curved slightly, his tone dipping into something even colder. " 𝙃𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙚𝙤𝙥𝙡𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙? "

Shirou’s breathing grew unsteady.

Azure leaned in just a little closer, his voice a whisper now, threading into the cracks of Shirou’s broken mind.

" 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗏𝗂𝗍𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾, 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗋𝗈𝗎. " His fingers tightened ever so slightly. " 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗫𝘂̄𝗻 𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗶𝗳𝗲. 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂. "

A suffocating silence settled in the room.

And then, the final whisper. The chilling truth that would bury itself deep into Shirou’s heart, poisoning every memory, every lingering attachment.

" 𝙏𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙢��, 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙤𝙪.. 𝘿𝙤 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙞𝙢? "

a/n : oc lore :D !!

i dont proof read anymore, my head hurts.

words ; 4.4k

[yukieya]

cute

[yukieya]

Day 2 of Character Trivia Night! Just a heads up, I already tagged it with the necessary tw warnings but I'll be mentioning self harm so proceed with caution

For tonight we have Elias

Elias has a mother and father, and is an only child

His father is an office worker and his mother is a stay at home mom

He occasionally talks to them when they call him but doesn't actively try to keep a close bond with them

He had short brown hair before meeting you but after doing so he decided to switch to a more flashy appearance to make up for his lack of personality

He doesn't have a favorite or least favorite food but follows a strict diet to have a body to your liking

He's not a morning person but forces himself to wake up early to spend 1 to 2 hours in the bathroom prettying himself up

Has had the same manager for years but still can't remember his name

He had a few stalkers growing up and was even poisoned once after you two started dating

He was more worried about appearing sickly in front of you than almost dying so when you tried entering his room to check up on him he cried

Talking with a man for more 10 minutes, being alone with one for more than 5 minutes, not returning his calls or messages within 1 minute, not looking at him once for more than half an hour when you two are together and not complimenting him at least 30 times during the day all counts as signs of cheating in his eyes

If you show attraction to another men, such as an idol or celebrity, he'll start mimicking their looks and behavior

He desperately wants to kill the people around you but last time he tried it he almost messed everything up so now he just pretends to be a victim and ruins them socially

He's not such a high ranking model because besides his good looks he lacks presence, but he does have a decent social media following

He doesn't post that often and when he does they are either just photos or a few words, it was enough to gather a small cult following though

He does have a private account he uses to vent, he usually uses it like a diary to write about you but when he gets distressed his posts turn very aggressive

He occasionally does self harm, he doesn't particularly enjoy the feeling but he loves the expression on your face when you see it

He usually uses it as a trick to manipulate you. Once he couldn't contact you for an hour so he just spammed you with pictures of a particularly deep wound and "I'm ending it since you apparently don't care about me" messages.

You had to run to his house only to find him lightheaded from blood loss, but he just greeted you with a smile and hug like his arm wasn't dripping blood

If you can't take it and try to break up with him he'll take it outside, start making a scene, gather a crowd and threaten to jump off until you take it back due to public pressure

He doesn't particularly care about the scars left during these outbursts since he views them as memories the two of you share but if someone else leaves a scar on him, even by accident, he'll have a breakdown and attack the person until someone pulls him back

His favorite dates are the ones where you two just laze around in bed the whole day, open a random show and have sex instead of actually watching it

He's mostly fine with you having your own hobbies and interests but if you seem to enjoy them a bit too much for his liking he'll start throwing tantrums to get you to do them less

He has two moles right above his butt, on the left

[yukieya]

I CAN DRAW AGAIN🥹🥹🥹

I've been constantly thinking about this guy lately so I decided to draw him

[yukieya]

EKI

[yukieya]

hi yume congrats on your follower event, you deserve each one !! <3 can i please order a dragonfruit champagne sundae HEHE 🧚🏻‍♀️

❝ THANK YOU FOR YOUR ORDER、@justblades .ᐟ ⟡ HERE IS YOUR RECEIPT FROM CAFÉ YUME ⟡

𐙚DRAGONFRUIT CHAMPAGNE SUNDAE：sends you right into ‘paradise’!

𐙚 dish desc。．a drunk date gone unexpectedly wrong?

．。𝜗𝜚 labels。smutty, drunk, engaged in Sunday and not yet with blade, im sorry if you were disappointed dhil was not here because of the dragon label (I really can’t write him well lolol i hope I compensated with blade & chicken boy) MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 ingredients。sunday and blade

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY

A FANCY dinner in the Reverie’s most expensive restaurant is nothing but a part of SUNDAY’s “casual date” plan.

he’s a refined man, and a gentleman at that- he knows all the right things to do to swoon you. he knows how to make you flush, he knows just exactly when you expected a kiss from him. and of course, he knows what to say to make you fall over yourself, as if he has the entire script of your dialogue in his hands. things like this are so easy for him to do, and his plans always work out because of how expertly he steers you around.

unfortunately, a possibility he did not foresee was this— a drunk you, wasted and tipsy and giggling at his ‘funny chicken wings—‘ all the while carelessly leaning into him and basically being so difficult. it was difficult for him to restrain the heat that slowly pulses through his entire body when you sloppily say daring things your shy self won’t ever dare say when sober.

“sweetheart, please— we’re in a public area.” he gently tells you at first, trying to recover you back to your original state— although it’s just futile attempts of him trying to make you sit upright and not leaning into his chest because it makes him hot and hard to breathe.

“no we’re noooot, people aren’t around….” you slur, batting your eyes up at him sleepily with an attractive little smile lit up by the dim candles. and lord, he feels tricked. he feels like he’s lost to you for some reason- the way your sleepy gaze and your soft voice pulls on his restraints deceptively gently like a siren’s call- he’s glad the area is dim and people aren’t around, because the head of the oak family not knowing what to do with his evident blush across his face would give away how little control he actually has over himself.

“don’t do that,” he reprimands you. his eyes are blazing with a dark flame that’s far too intense for you to take in-

but your sluggish brain does not register anything- you only giggle and swat his arm that’s warningly on your own. “or else what?” you hiccup with a grin.

lavish silver plates clatter and fall to the ground rhythmically with your loud gasps when sunday’s cock thrusts violently into you once more, a lewd slap echoing across the embarrassingly empty restaurant— chest pressed firmly against your table while you hold onto the smooth sides to barely hang on. “—s-slow down,” you’d plead to him- helplessly dangling to the silky tablecloth, to no avail, since it slips out of your grasps easily when he pounds into you with dangerous speed.

“oh? you seemed keen to tease me earlier. are you already sober, angel?” he slows to talk to you in condescension, but when you try to tell him that the alcohol made you do that— he only picks up the pace, escalating your words into incoherent pleas of release-

“saying such dirty little words in a lovely restaurant. do I have to fuck in some manners into your pretty head?” with another violent thrust and a groan, he drags himself out against your slit to coat it with wet fluids that trickle down your sides to spill all over the table.

yes, he thinks it’s deceptive, the way your pussy struggles to take in his load, the way you mewl and squeal his name for more, drunk and needy— the way your ass moves so lewdly with the rhythm of his thrusts, skin trembling. this is sin, he knows, but you are just too beautiful for him to stop. maybe he will have to feed you more purposeful alcohol when you’re sober again, because fuck, how could you be even more obscenely seductive in this state?

#BྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིLADE

BLADE doesn’t know how to react— because his only recent alcohol experience is when he occasionally joined kafka for wine- and the woman showed no signs of being drunk at all.

but when he sees you- subdued to a giggling tipsy mess, his mind draws a blank. What was he supposed to do? he calls your name out briefly, then realized you were too busy burying yourself in his arms like a cat, smiling dreamily at him while telling him his eyes look so pretty today.

he doesn’t like the way his chest tightens up when you say that. he doesn’t like the way he feels so out of control as if the mara is actually taking him over- guiding his hands to tighten around your waist, possessive touches that make you squeal.

“stop that,” he mutters, indirectly at you and at himself.

“stop what, bladie?” you ask with a playful kiss on his jaw, which visibly tightens. “oh come on, don’t be so uptight. didn’t you plan this date?” you continue to trip over your words and droop all over his arms like pudding so bad that blade had to press your back against him so you won’t tip over.

he did plan the home date, just by Kafka’s constant teasing. she’d told him that wine was the perfect idea, that they would be able to have a “heartfelt one on one conversation.” he thought that part meant you would be able to be coherent but unfortunately no, now you’re drunk and illogical and basically his entire plan to talk to you seriously about engagement just went downhill.

“we have to talk,” he says directly, although his voice comes out so weird, as if it’s being strangled. the weird heat in his body spreads violently when you turn around to face him with a little lovely smile, eyelashes drooping, hands so sneakily fiddling with the hem of his belt.

“what could you possibly want to talk about right n—ngh!”

your sentence goes unfinished, and the next thing you know, your face is pressed flat against the cushion couch. you can’t see anything at all, but you hear hasty movements and a belt clanking to the floor, and suddenly his cold hands are right on you, veiny fingers tracing the outline of your puffy clit before hooking up the strap of fabric with a finger to tear it easily.

when you continue to beg him for an answer, he shuts you up with his thick cock that wedges its way into your gummy walls, stretching you all so suddenly to make you gasp into the pillows.

“b-blade,” you whine, “-s’ too big.”

“ill make it fit,” he says simply, but the primal groan beneath it lets you know he’s not going to stop until he fits it in.

he buries into you at a cruelly fast pace, too lost in his own euphoria to hear you whimper and sob how much it’s hurting. aeons, why is he doing this just now? the way you clench around him draws out a lengthy groan, leaning against the table to calm himself down from such an arousing sight of glistening moisture soaking his cock nicely.

the cold air tickling your ass disperses quickly with his animalistic thrusts that give you burning heat, fucking out your constant whimpers and squeals that you’re going to cum, and he lets you cum, hastily pounding himself in to relieve the bothersome blistering arousal that spurts all over your walls to paint them his.

now he knows that kafka fucking did plan this out, but he’s not angry. in fact, he is almost thankful she set him up, because good lord, he knows he won’t ever be satisfied until your holes are stuffed full with his cum.

[yukieya]

congrats on 100 omg !!!! may i please order a sickly sweet sprinkle sundae? <3 your vibe is simply incredible

❝ THANK YOU FOR YOUR ORDER、 @bunn3333s .ᐟ ⟡ HERE IS YOUR RECEIPT FROM CAFÉ YUME ⟡

𐙚SICKLY SWEET SPRINKLE SUNDAE：sickly sweet it makes you throw up!

𐙚 dish desc。．a not so romantic dinner sunday made for you after you tried running away.

．。𝜗𝜚 labels。 general yandere themes, manipulation, filthy, mentions of aphrodisiacs, no i promise i write for other characters too, heavy brainrot, MINORS DNI

．。𝜗𝜚 ingredients。sunday

WAS HE ANGRY?

it was hard to tell by the way SUNDAY smiles at you with eyes hollow like shells, gesturing for you to take a seat at the lavish dinner table. your fiancé, although more of a forced engagement, was undoubtedly a good cook. the dishes set across the spacious wooden table cloaked with heavenly silk were straight from a 5-star course meal at the Reverie, each one tingling your nostrils with an exquisitely savory smell.

the situation might have been very flattering if you haven’t tried to run away from him moments ago.

“please, take a seat. i made it just for you, you know.” he laughs shortly at your hesitance, but his eyes pierce through you, like a predator waiting for its prey.

you feel your heart thud against your chest as you sit down tentatively- the scrape of the chair only scratching your nerves even more. although the scent around you tempted your stomach, your mouth felt paradoxically dry and you felt like throwing up. you felt uncomfortable, as if a thousand ants were crawling over your skin by his stare that never once leaves you.

“you deserve to eat,” he breaks your discomfort with a gentle hand that guides your own to the silver utensils that are far too expensive for you. “you’ve been such a good girl.”

the way he says it tells you he doesn’t think that at all. but how can you possibly deny him, when you’ve already done it once? you should be grateful he’s even allowing you to eat.

but as the steak reaches your lips, you feel a sudden churn in your throat that tells you you really shouldn’t eat it. sunday taps you with the other hand on your shoulder- a subtle warning, but when you don’t do as he says, he sighs in condescension and pries your mouth open to force it in, caring little about the way your saliva stains his pristine gloves.

the meat surprisingly melts on your tongue like heaven- it’s juicy and just so right. it’s the most perfect bite of meat you’ve ever tasted, which shows on your surprised expression which makes your fiancé scold you—

“what did i tell you, dear? I didn’t put anything in there. this indeed says something about how little you trust me.”

and when he removes his and from yours, telling you that he’s not going to cook anymore- you beg him that you’re sorry for mistrusting him. oh, what a sin you’ve committed— how dare you even doubt sunday, who always showers you with such love you don’t deserve after your attempt to run?

he pretends to give in to your pretty pleas when you hug him while sobbing about how delicious it is, all the while telling you that you’re such a stupid little dove he has to teach constantly until she learns he manners.

little do you know, the meat you’re chewing has an oddly sweet aftertaste. the more sunday feeds you with his hand over your own, subtly coaxing you to eat the entire thing, all the while making you think it’s your own choice to eat it, the more your brain fuzzes, your vision blurry, slowly drowning your own coherent thoughts with such a primal need that builds itself to the surface, a desire that morphs into a cacophony in your head that chants that you need him so badly.

and he’ll drag out the drugged thoughts of yours, acting as if you’re the one who badly wants him to bury in his thick cock inside you- when in reality, sunday is the one who desires it so bad. he’s wanted to stuff you full with his own cum- make you his, trapping you with his children since the day he’s laid eyes on you, but a true manipulator always plays the longer game, and he was willing to wait.

now, his long-awaited fantasies are fulfilled as he watches your hole gushing around his cock, whimpering his name as you clutch the sheets- pretty bite marks decorating every nook and cranny. and fuck, oh it makes him feel like he’s finally flown to his desired heaven. he feels complete.

he feels like his twisted paradise is near.

[yukieya]

Happy 100!! I’d love to see the nostalgic starfruit sundae :0

❝ THANK YOU FOR YOUR ORDER、 @cakeboxie .ᐟ ⟡ HERE IS YOUR RECEIPT FROM CAFÉ YUME ⟡．．

𐙚NOSTALGIC STARFRUIT SUNDAE：almost makes you feel younger。

𐙚 dish desc。．when you two were younger, he crushed on you even back then。

．。𝜗𝜚 labels。pure starry sweet fluff finally, a little non canon in aven, teen setting/late teens in aven’s, bittersweet

．。𝜗𝜚 ingredients。sunday and aven

#SྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིUNDAY

。before becoming what he is right now, he was a sweet and probably shy boy who, during your first meeting, could not utter a single word and unintentionally let Robin do all the talk 。he will feel so foreign, poor him; he has never felt such an influx of emotions. he’d stammer over his words, forgetting everything about what his family taught him about ‘etiquette’ and will always end up looking stupid because he really can’t do anything around you. 。“sunday, are you listening?” “….ah, yes. sorry, I was distracted. um, please continue.” 。i definitely see him stalking you, just like in a cute way. when you’re out doing your own business or hanging out in golden hour, he’d just stare at you from afar- probably from his estate’s window like some deprived owl, completely entranced by you- the way you smile, the way you laugh at someone’s jokes- the way your hair ripples with the wind like soothing waves— was he daydreaming again? 。it gets so bad. he’s obsessed, daydreaming, even robin knows her brother’s head is in the clouds. the dreammaster hereby then prohibited him from seeing you, because you were getting in his plans to educate him since all he’d ever talk about was you. you were his new priority- he doesn’t even care about the order anymore; making the dreammaster grumble about when he’d raised such a lovesick boy. 。but gopher wood did not foresee that the young boy would do anything daring at all, like rebuking his orders.

STARLIGHT is near and you’re already hiding under the Oak Family’s residential area where you’re probably not supposed to be inside one of the back garden’s bushes, patiently waiting for your romeo to come.

How could you refuse? He was the loveliest, the sweetest and the most handsome boy you ever met, albeit not meeting a lot of kids your age. His wings too, were so fluffy and so cozy to lean into. Your little heart could comprehend these foreign feelings as a crush.

And there he was- your young prince, quickly stepping out of the window that’s barely open, tipping to the floor like a dove that’s free from its cage. Every step he takes is already elegant and authoritative, it reminds you that you are not his class, and you should not be here.

When your face peeks out of the bushes, his expression immediately lights up as if someone had brought all the stars from the sky to his face, he immediately runs to you and laughs breathlessly. “You’re here.”

”Shhh!” You frown and put your small hand to his mouth. He looks around at that- his wings tickling your nose, and he shrugs- “—I don’t see anyone nearby.”

“But the scary old man might be—“ you break off, and your heart skips a beat when you hear footsteps. Without thinking, you quickly hug sunday and pull him into the bush out of terror.

A second has passed. Two; or three, maybe. You lose track of time because of his loud heartbeat thudding against your own. You were not sure if it was out of fright or out of this complex feeling neither one of you were knowledged in.

You snap out of it quickly, because it made your head spin as if a swarm of butterflies were invading it. The dreammaster was gone, but neither one of you were moving an inch.

It feels time has stopped. Maybe you are wishing it did, because you know all too well that this would become a fleeting memory.

#AྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིྀིVENTURINE

。one day, after facing a similar massacre in your own planet, you are thrown into captive under a shady man. 。you are not alone, but you are more annoyed by the fact that your cellmate is an avgin. you are pretty sure your parents had told you countless stories about their wicked ways. 。kakavasha, on the other hand, is enamored by you. the way you snap back at your captor, the way you are defiant- even in such stakes. it enchanted him. it even inspired him. 。when he’s still a little kid, he’d follow you around like a little puppy despite your annoyance. 。but when you grow a little older- maybe around your teens, he hits his growth spurt, and he grows almost unrecognizable- yes, those tantalizingly beautiful eyes of his stay the same; but he just becomes so.. manly. masculine, almost mature- it’s hard to believe the quiet and puppy-like boy grew up to be such a fair.. man. 。but one thing that did not change a bit with him was the way his usually bored and dead stare would light up when he sees you. he teases you a lot, he likes to practice his tricks on you, simply because it’s endearing how you snarl in frustration at his antics. 。you are his personal pair of sky blue shades. you changed the way he saw the world forever- looking at you, he could think that the world might not be that cruel, if it doesn’t take you away.

ALTHOUGH his long awaited freedom has arrived- to the hands of an unknown woman who calls herself jade, he felt as if his world was crumbling again, all too familiar to what he felt when he was younger.

What about you? You have no clue about his release. He’d sworn to you he’d stay with you forever whether you liked it or not- he still remembers how you snorted and dismissed it with a light blush across your cheeks, scoffing that all the avgins were liars anyway- he’d laughed and told you he wouldn’t ever lie to you, ever, which earned him a glare and an embarrassed slap.

He tried to deny it. He wanted to say no. He couldn’t leave you here, no. you were his wild card, the one chip he would never, ever gamble on; because he cherished you over himself. you are the one thing he’d never risk— his only love, you have his whole world, you’re like a diamond key to his closed and broken heart.

But life was truly cruel, because he knew right now that it was his last chance to break free from the burdens of his past. His heartache will perhaps be soothed a little, after leaving those memories behind. But it means he will have to leave you behind as well.

Although his heart screamed no, that he was your one and only and he had to stay with you, his rationality whispered a different tale- echoing the woman’s promises of freedom.

And here he was, selfishly walking to the cell that held all of himself. You were there, barely awake, looking up at the sky that is too beautiful for the words he is about to say to you.

He takes in your ethereal figure underneath the twilight, your eyes are the cosmos itself, reflecting the moon inside them. He always took pride in his eyes, but nothing could be more beautiful than yours. he’d fallen in love with them the first time you two met. they are almost deceptively exquisite enough to make someone like him lose his rationale.

He is about to say something but your finger presses against his lips- you don’t turn to look at him; your eyes are fixed somewhere afar. “I know,” you say quietly.

So you knew? He hid his surprise. He had thought he did a good job acting it up. He shakes his head with a laugh- of course. This was you. You knew his every expression, the faintest of creases on his face, you could see right through him.

“Then I suppose I don’t have to entertain you with any cheesy goodbyes. Do you wish to say any more words?” He asks with his playful smile, albeit he knows you know he’s trying his best not to break down.

You hesitate, and then hold his hand gently. “Take care, kakavasha.”

At that, he could not take it anymore. He leans forward to kiss you, for the last time, and he tastes like memories. He tastes like your annoyance, your laughs, your cries, you feel like you are experiencing your childhood all over again like a broken record. Something bitter graces your mouth and you realize it is his tears.

“Always trying to act tough, just don’t do that in the outside world.” You laugh into the kiss, and you feel him smile against your lips. He tilts his head away, glancing somewhere else to mask how vulnerable he is- but you stop him, you look into his eyes that are far too distinct- they are seas of magenta, wavering each time he blinks to conceal any tears.

As his lips part from yours, he feels himself slowly dissipate. Kakavasha was no more.

[yukieya]

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[yukieya]

.•°  hii  °•.

i made a reshade preset for the sims 4! this preset makes your game feel much brighter, whilst having the colors unsaturated to give it a lovely warm feel :3

i decided to change to reshade version 3.0.8 & found out that my other reshade, pixel perfect, doesn’t work on this version D:

so i thought i’d make a new & improved preset that i absolutely LOVE! once again, there are two versions, v1 has MXAO and v2 doesn’t. i’d recommend using v2 in game & v1 for screenshots but that’s just my preference :)

- made on reshade version 3.0.8 (this is the tutorial i used to download it) (not sure if it will work on other versions)

click here to download them!

[yukieya]

.•°  hii  °•.

i made a reshade preset for the sims 4! this preset makes your game feel much brighter, whilst having the colors unsaturated to give it a lovely warm feel :3

i decided to change to reshade version 3.0.8 & found out that my other reshade, pixel perfect, doesn’t work on this version D:

so i thought i’d make a new & improved preset that i absolutely LOVE! once again, there are two versions, v1 has MXAO and v2 doesn’t. i’d recommend using v2 in game & v1 for screenshots but that’s just my preference :)

- made on reshade version 3.0.8 (this is the tutorial i used to download it) (not sure if it will work on other versions)

click here to download them!

[yukieya]

ty for 1k notes!! 🥹🥹🤍🤍

PING PONG!

you got a new message!

MINORS DNI

summary : he was doing the deed with you until his /your phone starts ringing.. what will he do?

pairing : luca kaneshiro x fem! reader / shu yamino x fem! reader

TW : literal smut 🧍‍♀️ praising , degrading , established relationship, overstimulation, HAIR PULLING , public sex n humiliation ( me thinks ) , JEALOUS! SHU , edging ?!-!1&1’qk, mentions of breed, mirror sex

SHU YAMINO

you both arrived home from a party, you were pretty drunk while shu was still sober since he didn’t want to pass out at the bar and you were touching him all over once he locked the front door.

shu didn’t know how to react except let you do it until you’re satisfied which you did not stop. He told you to stop countless of times but you didn’t bother budging.

and that’s how you end up with your hands on his desk while he pounds you senseless from behind, your back arching for him and his fingers resting on your spine. The perfect view for your handsome sorcerer.

“ s-shu!~ ah!– oh! shu.. so much.. “ you whined, tears threatening to fall while you hold onto the desk for dear life. Shu smirked at your reaction and pleads, leaning his chest down onto your back.

“ stop squirming, m’kay? it’ll be over soon. “ he whispered next to your ear, biting onto it as he continues pounding into your hole without mercy. You continue to moan and whine, desperately trying to release and get this over with.

shu would whisper sweet nothings to you and praising you, “ what a good girl you are, mmh? “ he’d chuckle softly as if he’s not wrecking your hole for hours.

he was so close.. so close he can finally releas– Your phone started to ring. Shu stopped his movements for a moment which you whined at the lost sensation , eyeing on the object that interrupted your session as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“ hold on– sorry, i think that’s your phon– oh it’s your friend. “ he said in a dark tone, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance until an idea came into his mind, smirking at you.

“ forgive me for this. “ he gave you an apologetic smile which quickly changed to his shit grinning fac— to your dismay, he answered the phone and put it on speaker.

you were about to snatch the phone away from him until he gave you sharp thrust, resulting you to yelp in surprise. “ s-shu..!- “ you yelled at him in a hushed tone, he’d look at you and putting his pointer finger in front of his mouth giving you a signal to be quiet.

before you could protest, he continued his sharp thrusting but not loud enough for your friend in the call to hear.. “ mhm? yeah, y/n is not here at the moment.. she’s busy with.. something. “ his smirk would get wider when you covered your mouth and letting out muffled moans and whimpers to keep yourself quiet.

he would send you a sharp thrust when you least expected it while he’s talking to your friend in the call, “ ah– sorry, i had to stretch a little bit. “ he said while pounding you senselessly from behind, he was so slow with it and you were about to whine for more.

he’d lean onto your back again, his mouth near your earlobe, “ you���re doing great, babe.. i promise i’ll give you what you need after this.. “ your body would shiver at his words and his breath on your ear.

“ or do you want them to hear how good you are for me, hm? “

you can feel his smirk growing wider next to your ear, you muffled a whine when he slowed down his pace “ ‘m sorry.. p-please– please fuck me.. please!- “ you whined, forgetting the fact your friend can hear you.

“ good girl. “

he fastened up his pace, you ended up letting out your shameless moans. Shu would smile at you, finally breaking and submitting to him.

of course he did not forget he’s in a call with your friend, “ sorry– i think we need to end it here, she’ll call you later.. or not. “ he’d end the call, tossing your phone on the bed as he continued abusing your hole while changing the positions, putting your legs over his shoulders to plow his length deeper in you and of course, giving your body the support it needed. He’s not that greedy.

you were letting out incoherent words of how good he’s making you feel but with the words you’re mumbling out he could barely understood it but also figured out what he had done.

he fucking knew he fucked you stupid.

“ can you see how much i love you..? how much i love breaking you to the point all you can think about is me filling you up to the brim? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

he finally filled your hole up to the brim as he continues giving you one final push, shoving his length deep into you so his cum can stay inside of you even after he pulled out.

as in on queue you finally climaxed on his cock to which he groaned in pleasure, he finally pulls out and stares at his work with your legs barely alive and shaking.

as if a switch flipped, “ sorry babe.. you good? do you need anything– “ his sentence was cut off when he felt your lips on his, his body relaxed and returned the kiss sweetly.

“ i’m fine– you did so good.. “ you reassured him, patting his cheek to which he smiled softly at you.

“ eeh? you guys didn’t tell me you were having a fucking session..~ could’ve let me join too, hmph. “ Hikarino teased, his head peeking in from the door as shu could feel his body heating up in embarassment.

“ hika! get out! “ Shu exclaimed, pushing his brother out of the room. He gave you an apologetic smile, picking you up in bridal style and heading towards to your shared bathroom.

“ let me clean you up then, hm?.. and maybe have some fun. “

LUCA KANESHIRO

teasing luca during stream was a huge mistake.

luca would keep a tight grip on the mouse while talking to his chat, trying to keep his voice down and let out a quiet groan.

“ was that a groan?.. no!– chat, what are you talking about?– “ he’d reassure his fans as he glared down at you to keep quiet, gripping onto your hair as you slowly start to pump him with your hand.

you’d continue pumping him, giving his cock kitty licks and stopping once in a while to work him up. Whenever you do, he would quietly whine out of frustrations while his voice breaks whenever he talks.

it gets to the point he couldn’t even form a simple sentence without groaning every now and then, he decided to end his stream and bidding his chat goodbye tending to some personal matters.

he’d look down, gripping onto your hair tightly when he finally felt you capture his cock into your mouth as his face scrunch in pleasure.

“ f-fuck.. i’m gonna get you back for this.. “

you felt your body shiver in excitement as you continue to tease him by edging him from time to time.

you would continue edging him for hours until a switch flipped inside of him, he gripped onto your hair and shoved your mouth into his cock causing you to gag on it.

“ fucking take it, do your fucking work. “ his tone was dark, pulling your hair to make you take more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel his hips starting to roughly into your mouth, every time he did you would let out moans that sent vibrations to his cock – making him moan in pleasure.

it felt like hours with you sucking his cock, until you felt his fingers took a good portion of your hair and suddenly shove your mouth into his length.

“ fucking take it. “

he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside your mouth and filling your throat with his cum – your eyes widened at the sensation as he pulls your hair back, staring into your eyes.

“ you look so pretty like this.. “

his view was you in a kneeling position, mouth open which is filled of his juices and cum — satisfied with the sight.

“ swallow it all. “

you didn’t even hesitate, you swallowed all of his cum down to your throat. His smile got wider as you obliged.

“ good girl. “

you were breathing heavily, trying to compose yourself as you felt an arm around your waist – dragging you to the bed, pushing you on it with your back on the mattress.

“ l-luca?– w-wait..– “ your sentence was cut off with his lips on yours, kissing you roughly as he removed his top revealing his tattoos and scars.

and that’s how you got yourself in a mating press position with your boyfriend railing into your hole, roughly as if he’s trying to breed you and fill you up with his kids.

“ this is what you wanted , mhm? fucking slut. “ he’d groan as he changed the position with you on all fours, taking his cock out and sharply thrusting it into your hole making you yelp in pleasure.

“ l-luca– ‘m sorry.. ah! ‘m sorr— haah! “ you whined out, the rough sensation making your vision blurry and your eyes rolling back when he kept hitting your g-spot.

“ sorry won’t cut it baby.. look how good you are.. nh.. taking my cock so well.. “ he’d chuckle, changing positions every single time to hit that g-spot of yours.

“ you’re so fucked out.. you’re drooling all over.. “ he teased, placing his hand on your stomach to feel himself on it until..

his phone started ringing, not bothering to stop his movements and just answered it as if he’s not railing you shamelessly.

“ i’m kind of busy right now, what do you want? “ his tone changed to the person on the call, wrapping his arms around your waist and plowing his length deep inside of you.

he continues to rail you from behind, he’d get an idea as he changed the positions again – making you stand up, facing you in front of the mirror and cupping your face.

“ look how dirty you are.. such a little whore for me mmh? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, pulling away to talk to his men and fastening up his pace which made the situation a lot worst.

it’s been hours since he’s been fucking you non stop, you having to look at yourself in the mirror and he did not stop talking to his men on the phone.

he gave you his seed like.. two , three.. you lost count how many times he came inside of you. “l-luca.. ‘m tired.. “ you’d whine out, he’d ignore the protests of the people in the call as he tosses his phone away to give his attention to you.

“ ‘m sorry baby..– let me help you. “ as you thought he would stop his movements, he started moving in animalistic speed as you moan out loud – trying to cover your moans which you received a smack on the ass.

you’d yelp as luca cups your face, making you face the mirror again to see your shameful form “ let them hear you, look how shameless you look..~ “ he’d smirk, putting you in a mating press position again.

“ look in the mirror, let them hear you while I fill you up with my kids mhm? “ he’d continue abusing your hole as your mind starts to get fuzzy – looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much your face changes whenever he hits the right spot.

“ l-luca.. feels sho good..– more,, pleaash.. “ you mumbled out, your mind getting clouded and all you can think about is him and only him. “ i love it pleash.. f-fuck!– “ you whined when he thrusted deeper into you, feeling your climax building up.

“ that’s it, say it more.. let my men hear you.. let them know who’s fucking you good. “ he’d groan when he felt you tighten up around his cock – “ you’re the perfect fleshlight, just for me. “

the way his cock slides in and out so roughly, making you sharply gasp whenever he starts rubbing your clit every now and then. “ s-stop teasing me.. i caan’t.. “ you whined as your walls squeezed around him, putting your legs around him letting his length get deeper inside of you.

with one hand gripping your hip firmly, he used the other to stimulate your sensitive clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation to your already heightened sensations that made you moan louder.

“ l-luca!~ haah!– i’m gonna– please!~ “ you moaned out, holding onto him for release – he’s enjoying the way you’re squirming under him especially when he sees your face changing in the mirror.

as your moans grew louder, luca could sense that you were on the brink of release. The sound of your pleasure mixed with the ongoing phone call, creating an unruly symphony of desire.

he watched, the intensity in his eyes matching the intensity of the moment, as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust and stimulate you, prolonging your pleasure as he relished in his control over your pleasure.

“ that’s it.. take it for me , okay?.. “ he’d groan with a final thrust, he reached his own climax as you twitch in pleasure under him.

luca pants heavily, trying to compose himself and staring at your twitching body with drool near your mouth.

luca sighed, pulling out and taking his phone which was still unmuted. “ i’ll explain whatever we need to discuss tomorrow, i have a girlfriend to take care of. “ he said, ending the call – looking back at you, you were still twitching as an idea came into his mind.

he’d click the camera button, revealing a picture of you to keep it for.. business. He’d pat your cheek a few times, “ y/n? let me help you for now okay? ‘m sorry for going too rough. “ he gave you a soft smile as you weakly nod, can’t form a sentence due to how you lost your voice from moaning and whining all the time.

“ mmh.. i love you.. “ you’d mumble out when he picked you up from the floor as he giggled, kissing all over your face.

“ Love you too. “

05.07.23 — YOOO!! sorry if luca’s part is bad , it was very ruusheddd 🥹🥹 i hope y’all enjoy this though i absolutely love this summary a lot hehe(actuallyfirsttimewritingsmutsoososidkwhatimdoing)

idk if i’ll do the rest though , still sad abt nina’s graduation whwuehdjf 😭😭 but we’ll see i dont have any motivation or ideas for them atm

👟 scenario : 864 words ( wish i can make it longer tho.. or reach 1k but no ideas came into my mind dam )

🦁 scenario : 1.4k words 🧍‍♀️

i love this duo

[yukieya]

kronoprism presents Scrapbook Memories!

You’ve been accepted to the prestigious Divine Crown Academy for your final year of high school. How will you spend your last year?

Scrapbook Memories is a free-to-play fanmade Luxiem dating sim!

In accordance to ANYCOLOR Inc.’s regulations regarding fan creations, we are not affiliated with the company and we are non-profit.

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Personal note: I’ve had the honor of co-directing and writing not one but TWO routes of the dating sim! Please look forward to the demo and the final product!

[yukieya]

Eating His Prey

author's note: I really wanted to write a fic about Ike, more specifically sadistic and yandere Ike because holy shit it was kinda hot what he was doing sheeeeeesh Summary: Being such a sly (apparently my keyboard wanted to make you slay so you're also very slay) and mischievous little fox you are, you decide to mess around in a wolf's territory. However, you're in for a wild reality check... Contains: degrading oh wow, dom Ike, hes literally using you, and all that spicy stuff mmm

Hunting in the wolf's territory was an adventure within itself, the new terrain and yummy prey was something that you desired very much. Besides, wouldn't be fun to mess around a bit? You are a great predator yourself, enjoying making your prey squeak and cry underneath your arms. You'd drag out their suffering for a good while. It was all fun and games for you.

You are currently traipsing through the forest full of crowded trees, scattered patches of sunlight kissing the grass floor. You finished having a good meal of a rabbit, a cute little thing you almost felt bad for devouring. Your nose quivered, sniffing the air and catching a scent.

Wolf scent. But your senses told you he was away at the moment. You grin, lips pulled back to reveal canine teeth. His little home! Maybe you could get some sort of rabbit shit and litter it all across his home. Maybe you could build a little fort out of sticks for him.

You dart in and out bushes with ease, your feet silently tapping the ground. Your prey hardly ever heard you coming, which was fortunate and unfortunate at once. Unaware little things. Thank god you were an excellent predator and not some weak ass prey!

You find yourself at the mouth of a cave, looking awfully gloomy inside. You sniff once more. Yup, his scent is much stronger here. Without a care in the world, you skip on inside.

It was very dark for a good few feet, your night vision clicking in after a few seconds. Bones lay scattered across the cave floor: skulls, ribs, femurs, arms. Some even arranged in twisted ways, like horrific art. Wolf must be some sort of sick freak. Not like you were anyone to judge. But still. Freak.

But it gradually began to get brighter, and you walk faster, you didn't want to dilly dally after all. You emerge within a bigger room, with a hole on the ceiling like a window. You notice there was no patch of leaves or soft grass for rest (what the fuck does he actually sleep on this hard ass rock? The wolf is literally a psycho) and surprisingly, no weird bone art. Just tallies on the wall, made with his claw you presumed, lining the walls. Several rows after row. What is this? his body count?

Eh. you don't care. You just wanna create a mess out of his home.

You drag some of the bones from the corridor and toss them around. Snapping some in half and creating your own work of art. You giggle as you line up some bones, a picture of a cock on his floor now. Your tail swishes back and forth with excitement. Perhaps you should go back to the riverbed, gather some mud and plaster it all over the wolf's walls. A nice touch to such a bland room.

You turn your head and freeze. Your heart rate increases.

The wolf himself is here, staring you down with golden eyes. Glowing from the darkness, expression blank as he watched you. Caught-red handed. How long was here there anyway? How did you not hear his entrance? as for the smell, his scent was all over the place, and it is very strong. Luck was simply not on your side.

"Well well well," the grey wolf chuckles darkly, sending electricity down your spine. Instinct told you to run your ass out of there, but you froze, out of fear. "What's a little fox doing here in my domain? Wrecking my home, hm?"

You say nothing, eyes glancing behind him. The only exit. A laugh, as he approaches still.

"Since we are going to get very acquainted, my name is Ike Eveland," the wolf says cheerfully and you furrow your brows because what the hell? "And now, answer me this: what gave you the idea to come here? Death wish?"

"...b-because i wanna," your shaky voice replies and you clear your throat. You straighten your body and stare back at him, never backing down. Not too some puny wolf. "I go wherever I want."

Ike tsks at you, stalking closer. "Now now, I like the confidence yes, but do you realise your situation, dear?" He smiles, sharp teeth bared. "I'm going to eat you alive."

Finally, he launches himself at you, claws glinting in the sunlight. Immediately your legs tense and push you, sprinting below him out of the room and into the corridor. Your heart roars in your ears as you run as far as you possibly can out of the cave, breathing heavily.

What a fucking insane little shit! He was definitely a bit smaller than other wolves you met, but something about the way his sinister gaze sent shivers down your spine. You hated to admit it, but the wolf was actually pretty intimidating. His eyes were such a lovely shade of gold though...

You shake your head and keep running, hopping through a small river to make him lose your scent. You turn towards another direction, toward the familiar big tree you liked to lean against when you wanted to think. It was a good distance from the wolf's territory, so you should be fine. Besides, why would Ike come all the way over here for one silly fox? Heh.

You arrive at the foot of the tree and plop down, regaining your oxygen. Damn, you've never ran so much in your life. You curl your fluffy tail around you, plucking out leaves. Your beating heart slowed a bit as relief flooded your veins. That was simply a vibe check from the gods above. You have learned to stay away from there in the near by future, because if you went there again, you wouldn't have a future.

You lean down with the balls of your hand on the grass, stretching with your ass in the air and felt every bone crack in your back. You sigh contently. It has always felt good to do that after a run.

Your ear twitched and a sound of rustling bushes interrupts your stretch. You sit back, suddenly alert. You sniff the air, but only smell your wet fur. You survey your surroundings, and seeing nothing. A squirrel? However, you stayed cautious and kept your ears open.

While you were cleaning your teeth, another sound, the noise of a twig snapping under a huge weight. It is closer to you than before.

With no warning, you high-tail it out of there, not even turning to see who it is because you could already tell by that menacing aura alone. The grey wolf is hunting you.

"Go away!" you shout, shooting through bushes and swerving around thick trees. "Go find some dumb rabbit to devour!"

"You're much more intriguing!" Ike calls, and you're startled by how you can't hear his footsteps and yours is loud as shit. "Let's play a game, huh?"

"I don't play no games!" You snap, diving into a fox hole made from another fox and scurrying through the small tunnel. He couldn't get through because he's too large! ha!

"It'll be fun!" He calls from outside the tunnel. "Let's play hide and seek, little one!" Ike sings, and you find it oddly pretty.

Dude, really?

You shoot out the other end and continue sprinting. Fuck out of here with that hide and seek nonsense!

"I'll be the seeker," Ike says from behind, startling so much you almost stumble. "I'll give you some time to hide!"

His voice fades and you glance over your shoulder. Gone. Kapoof. Finally, holy shit, his presence was getting annoying as shit. Wait. Is he actually going to play hide and seek?

You curse in your mind, running as far as your legs could carry. You pause, chest heaving as you breath rapidly through your mouth. You turn in a circle, attempting to find a good hiding spot. You spy a big tree with a hollow center, obscured by a flower bush. It is right by a river too!

You dive into the hole without delay and try to rein in your breathing. You quickly adjust the bush so it didn't look like it was rammed through. It was not long before you felt that ominous presence again, your tail poofing up instantly.

"Little fox, where are you?" Ike coos from a good distance away. You cover your mouth with both hands. "You're a sly thing, huh? Walking around my own territory like it was your place. Now, it's time to make sure you learn your place."

You press yourself against the wall so hard, the grooves start to imprint on your skin. You're starting to regret your decisions. It seems like the wolf will never let you go until he captures you. You silently pray to whatever gods were listening.

Turns out they were not. They said screw you kiddo you're on your own.

"I will find you," Ike promises, his voice a tad closer. "I can feel your heart. So fast. Am I making you nervous?"

You grind your teeth, stopping yourself from growling. This cocky bastard.

"I tend to get that reaction a lot. I didn't think I was that horrifying, being on the smaller scale," Ike says and you roll your eyes because who the fuck asked? "I give off threatening vibes, supposedly. that's what the last one said anyway."

Huh?

"The last prey I had," the wolf continues, almost as if he just read your mind. "You must've seen the lines on the walls. All animals I've killed and perhaps devour. Sometimes, I kill for the fun of it and leave the carcass for other animals. Oh, how thrilling it is, watching the blood seep onto the floor and the life draining out of their eyes!" Ike sighs and your blood goes cold because it's outside your hiding place. A big hand reaches out to touch the flower in front of you. "Their blood, such a pretty shade of red just like this poppy."

The hand snakes out like a viper and snatches your ankle and you yell, kicking at him but he drags you out of the tree. Still kicking and screaming bloody murder, you kick his face in sheer desperation. His head turned toward another direction but his hand still latched onto your ankle.

"That wasn't very polite," Ike says, his gaze on you and you still. "What's wrong? Sad because you lost?"

"No way!" You claw at his hand but he doesn't budge. Just watches your pathetic attempts. "Let go!"

He leans in close to your face and you halt your actions. His breaths on your face as the wolf holds eye contact with you. The flecked color of brown in his eyes are mesmerizing to look at, entrancing. You swallow hard. Ike's hand slides from your ankle to your knee, to your thigh, sending goosebumps across your skin. He squeezes, his nails digging in slightly and you wince.

"No. You're mine to play with now, cute little fox."

Something about the way his voice went lower, or was it the hand movement? made your heart beat faster, and not in a frightened way. The wolf's hand travels to your hip and your breath hitches, still staring into the eyes of your enemy. The hand goes all the up from your arm, feather light, skins your collarbone and finds itself a new home on your neck. Wrapping his fingers around your delicate neck, Ike begins to squeeze lightly. Still looking down at you with those pretty eyes, hovering over you with such a smirk on his lips.

Ike stops squeezing, evidently surprised. He sniffs the air, but still a hand around your throat, his nose dipping lower. His nose bumps against your thigh and he growls low in his throat, yanking your legs apart. You squeak.

Arousal. Pure arousal, glittering in the light. Ike stares for a moment, still sniffing. His gaze slides back up to you and you stop breathing.

"Little fox..." he says quietly, and excitement jolts up. "Are you... aroused, right now?"

You don't respond, a bit ashamed. Why the hell were you getting horny for the man about to kill you? Who in their right mind-?

You gasp as you feel a hot mouth against your pussy, lapping up the juices with a shocking pace. You whine, struggling to get away but both his hands are on your thighs now, keeping you spread open and down on the grass as he ravaged your pretty little hole.

You tasted so fucking good, more than he could ever imagine! His nose bumps your clit as his tongue glides in and out of your wet hole, making squelching noises. You moan loudly, digging your nails into his scalp as you push him into you. Ike growls, sending more electricity up your spine. His teeth grazes your clit as he suckles the bundle of nerves and you gasp.

"Oh fuck fuck fuck- mph!" You cover your mouth, attempting to muffle your embarrassing sounds.

The wolf stops, narrowing his eyes at you. "Who said for you to hide those pretty noises?"

You bite your lip, legs squirming as the breeze hits your pussy. "I-I, well..."

"Keep our hands. Off. If you do so again, I'll make sure you never do it again, do you understand?"

You nod quickly, getting even more aroused by his threat and you subconsciously think, 'what the FUCK' and he smirks.

Ike eats you out like a wolf starved, fucking and teasing your hole with such accuracy you start to see stars, and watching him eat you like you were the best meal he ever had turned you on even more and you felt your walls clamp around his tongue.

"Good slut," Ike whispers against your clit, sucking on it for a brief moment before sinking his teeth into your thigh, making you yelp. "Horny little thing, for a predator who was going to devour you whole..." the wolf chuckles.

Your slick slathered across his face, buried in you, legs over his shoulders was a sight to see. You moan, "a-ah! Mmm, right there, t-there!" Your toes curl, eyes rolled back as the orgasm comes over in waves, making your body shake from pleasure as you release soft whines. But Ike isn't done, he's just getting started.

A finger pushes itself into you and you gasp yet again. It explores your walls, tickling that one spot. Then another is added, and Ike slowly pumps his fingers into you, watching with fascination as your pussy eagerly swallows his digits. Pulling him in.

"What a fucking whore," he notes, flicking his eyes up at your flushed cheeks and the drool leaking down your chin. "I haven't even put my cock in you yet."

Your walls squeeze around his fingers at the sentence and he laughs darkly. He bites your other thigh, drawing blood as you wince in pain. The wolf quickly laps up your blood with a groan. His fingers pump faster, curling at the right time and you moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Greedy bitch. Do you want me to let you cum?" He asks, gold glowing between your legs. New hickeys flourish all over your inner thighs along with obvious bite marks.

"Yes please," you moan, angling your hips up and he repeatedly hits that delicious spot. "Hah- f-fuck! N-ngh! Pleasepleasepleaseplease... "

Ike pulls his fingers out and you immediately protest but he shushes you. The loss of his fingers inside you was making you insane, until you get filled up by something entirely different.

"O-oh... " you moan quietly, his cock hard inside of you.

"Dumb fox." Ike takes your wrists and pins them above your head as he looks down at you. Your breath hitches. "Dumb, horny fox."

He snaps his hips and you make a guttural sound. Ike's pupils are big, drinking in every single detail from your sweat collecting on your skin, your body squirming underneath him, to your mouth popped open slightly. Oh, and those luscious lips of yours, appearing soft and unkissed...

Might as well make you his new toy now, eh?

Ike smashes his lips into yours as he fucks you fast and hard, shoving his tongue inside your mouth as you open to moan. Tongues dancing together and his muscle exploring every single space within your mouth. You tasted so delicious and felt so delicious, there was no way in hell he was letting you go now.

Satisfied with your bruised lips, the wolf goes to mark your neck. Biting, kissing, sucking. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he digs his nails into you. Tears running down your face as you hiccup, crying and saying "it's too much, it's too much'.

Ike could not give a damn. You brought this upon yourself, and now he's going to have fun with his new fucktoy.

[yukieya]

oops forgot to reblog this since.. CHRISTMAS. 💀

but hehe luxiem angst !! >< happi new year everyone

THE STAR.

tw ; attempts at ov3rd0s3

read at your own risk.

Ah. Christmas.

The day where all of the families in the neighbourhood gather together to open their christmas gifts in the morning.

Children would wake their parents up at exactly 12 ‘o clock in the morning just to drag them out of the bed and open their christmas gifts.

Now.

You’re probably wondering what our boys are doing. Hm? Well, let’s simply say they’re also celebrating christmas with a simple dinner to catch up.

It’s been quite some time since they last talked. It won’t hurt right? Surely, nothing bad will happen. It’s the day where everyone gets along and catch up as well.

It won’t hurt.

Ike and Vox were helping each other with the cooking and cutting for dinner while Luca and Shu on the other hand were setting up the table.

Shu was In charge of getting the table sheets while Luca was setting up the utensils and plates for the occasion.

Once they were finished setting up the table, the two backed away and admired their work. They were proud of it to say the least.

“Man, I can’t believe it’s been two years with you guys.” Shu cut off the silence, his gaze locked onto Luca’s which the man in question returned with a soft smile.

“Mhm, time passes by so fast. This year has been really hectic, stressful and all that combined!” He paused, “..But we managed to keep a smile to our viewers.” He lowered his gaze on the ground.

This year treated them like shit. The amount of problems and stress they had to go through just for it to be cancelled after the announcement due to ‘Covid’.

The members in the company went through so much. So much tears and pain. Some of them cried on stream because of the cancellation.

Some of them even had to take a long break because how much it impacted them. The other went through so much, they couldn’t keep a smile and that made them go through a hiatus.

Ah, Shu Yamino. You’re acting up again, what are you thinking about now? You can’t think of them anymore, they’re not here. They’re not here.

You’re always alone. You didn’t have anyone by your side. A mysterious fox? What do you mean by that. They’re not real, what are you—

“Shu.” Ike snapped his fingers in front of the man, making him snap out of his dark dark thoughts. “..It’s time to eat.”

Shu blinked. He was hallucinating again but that blurry orange figure felt familiar to him but he couldn’t put a finger on it.

He waved the thought off as nothing as he looked back at the other three who were waiting for him to eat with them and catch up. He felt his gaze soften up a bit, as he took a chair.

They all said their prayers before eating.

All four of them talked about their lives, giving each other new updates and what changed in their daily lives. It feels nice. It feels so comforting.

But Shu? His gaze lowered onto his lap, gripping onto the fabric of his pants as he gritted his teeth in frustration.

What is wrong with you?

Those are the questions that were filling up his head, he was unsure of himself too. He, himself doesn’t know what’s wrong with him. This behavior of his is not like him at all.

Shu slammed his palms against the table, standing up as he excused himself to the bathroom. The other three were concerned but nodded.

He wore a smile to them as he walked away to the bathroom. He went in, washing his face aggressively as if trying to forget his thoughts.

But no. It won’t leave him alone, it will never leave him alone. No matter how much he tries, it’ll never go away. It won’t, it will never—

His gaze caught a blurry figure in the mirror, who is that? What does it want from him? Why are they following him like this? He can’t even enjoy his christmas because of this.

The figure started to adjust, focusing. It finally looked clear in his vision, but he still couldn’t put a finger on who he is.

That’s when he finally lost his mind. He hurriedly grabbed the container filled with pills, he has never done this before. He can feel his hand get shaky.

He turned his gaze at the mirror again, the other had a creepy smile as he placed both of his hands on his shoulders.

“Why don’t you remember me, Shu?”

The container was slapped out of his hands by Vox. Who immediately grabbed onto his shoulders, “I knew you would do something like this again.” He sternly said.

The other two were watching from the door, watching the whole thing happened. Times like these are rare.

“..However, that does not give you the right to shove thousands of pills into your fucking throat.” He harshly said but then his expression switched.

He had a worried expression on his face, he worries for his members. He absolutely wants them to talk about their problems and he won’t judge it.

Shu had a frown on his face the whole time, he felt guilty for some reason. He felt sick again, but he keeps seeing him.

The other three knew who he’s seeing. Maybe it’s time to tell him, “..As much you want to believe he’s here with us.”

“He will never be back, Shu.” and that is the reality of this world. Whenever someone dies, they’ll never come back but they’ll forever be in our hearts.

And they’re not even real too, they’re all just visions.

Open your eyes.

You woke up, everything you saw was all a dream. Luxiem is not even real, you’re real.

They were just part of your dreams, that must’ve hurt to find out the truth. The people you’ve been watching their streams and buying their merch.

That was all a dream.

Does it hurt to know the truth?

merry christmas loves <3

shhsh i kept procrastinating this fic so i managed to finish it right on christmas day HAHAHA

time taken ; a day (i love procrastinating)

words ; 1k

[yukieya]

the notes r crazy 😭😭 i didn’t expect this much since this is only my 2nd fic ?!?!? thank you so much for the support ily all sm mwamwa 🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️🙇‍♀️

PING PONG!

you got a new message!

MINORS DNI

summary : he was doing the deed with you until his /your phone starts ringing.. what will he do?

pairing : luca kaneshiro x fem! reader / shu yamino x fem! reader

TW : literal smut 🧍‍♀️ praising , degrading , established relationship, overstimulation, HAIR PULLING , public sex n humiliation ( me thinks ) , JEALOUS! SHU , edging ?!-!1&1’qk, mentions of breed, mirror sex

SHU YAMINO

you both arrived home from a party, you were pretty drunk while shu was still sober since he didn’t want to pass out at the bar and you were touching him all over once he locked the front door.

shu didn’t know how to react except let you do it until you’re satisfied which you did not stop. He told you to stop countless of times but you didn’t bother budging.

and that’s how you end up with your hands on his desk while he pounds you senseless from behind, your back arching for him and his fingers resting on your spine. The perfect view for your handsome sorcerer.

“ s-shu!~ ah!– oh! shu.. so much.. “ you whined, tears threatening to fall while you hold onto the desk for dear life. Shu smirked at your reaction and pleads, leaning his chest down onto your back.

“ stop squirming, m’kay? it’ll be over soon. “ he whispered next to your ear, biting onto it as he continues pounding into your hole without mercy. You continue to moan and whine, desperately trying to release and get this over with.

shu would whisper sweet nothings to you and praising you, “ what a good girl you are, mmh? “ he’d chuckle softly as if he’s not wrecking your hole for hours.

he was so close.. so close he can finally releas– Your phone started to ring. Shu stopped his movements for a moment which you whined at the lost sensation , eyeing on the object that interrupted your session as he clicked his tongue in annoyance.

“ hold on– sorry, i think that’s your phon– oh it’s your friend. “ he said in a dark tone, furrowing his eyebrows in annoyance until an idea came into his mind, smirking at you.

“ forgive me for this. “ he gave you an apologetic smile which quickly changed to his shit grinning fac— to your dismay, he answered the phone and put it on speaker.

you were about to snatch the phone away from him until he gave you sharp thrust, resulting you to yelp in surprise. “ s-shu..!- “ you yelled at him in a hushed tone, he’d look at you and putting his pointer finger in front of his mouth giving you a signal to be quiet.

before you could protest, he continued his sharp thrusting but not loud enough for your friend in the call to hear.. “ mhm? yeah, y/n is not here at the moment.. she’s busy with.. something. “ his smirk would get wider when you covered your mouth and letting out muffled moans and whimpers to keep yourself quiet.

he would send you a sharp thrust when you least expected it while he’s talking to your friend in the call, “ ah– sorry, i had to stretch a little bit. “ he said while pounding you senselessly from behind, he was so slow with it and you were about to whine for more.

he’d lean onto your back again, his mouth near your earlobe, “ you’re doing great, babe.. i promise i’ll give you what you need after this.. “ your body would shiver at his words and his breath on your ear.

“ or do you want them to hear how good you are for me, hm? “

you can feel his smirk growing wider next to your ear, you muffled a whine when he slowed down his pace “ ‘m sorry.. p-please– please fuck me.. please!- “ you whined, forgetting the fact your friend can hear you.

“ good girl. “

he fastened up his pace, you ended up letting out your shameless moans. Shu would smile at you, finally breaking and submitting to him.

of course he did not forget he’s in a call with your friend, “ sorry– i think we need to end it here, she’ll call you later.. or not. “ he’d end the call, tossing your phone on the bed as he continued abusing your hole while changing the positions, putting your legs over his shoulders to plow his length deeper in you and of course, giving your body the support it needed. He’s not that greedy.

you were letting out incoherent words of how good he’s making you feel but with the words you’re mumbling out he could barely understood it but also figured out what he had done.

he fucking knew he fucked you stupid.

“ can you see how much i love you..? how much i love breaking you to the point all you can think about is me filling you up to the brim? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, biting onto your earlobe.

he finally filled your hole up to the brim as he continues giving you one final push, shoving his length deep into you so his cum can stay inside of you even after he pulled out.

as in on queue you finally climaxed on his cock to which he groaned in pleasure, he finally pulls out and stares at his work with your legs barely alive and shaking.

as if a switch flipped, “ sorry babe.. you good? do you need anything– “ his sentence was cut off when he felt your lips on his, his body relaxed and returned the kiss sweetly.

“ i’m fine– you did so good.. “ you reassured him, patting his cheek to which he smiled softly at you.

“ eeh? you guys didn’t tell me you were having a fucking session..~ could’ve let me join too, hmph. “ Hikarino teased, his head peeking in from the door as shu could feel his body heating up in embarassment.

“ hika! get out! “ Shu exclaimed, pushing his brother out of the room. He gave you an apologetic smile, picking you up in bridal style and heading towards to your shared bathroom.

“ let me clean you up then, hm?.. and maybe have some fun. “

LUCA KANESHIRO

teasing luca during stream was a huge mistake.

luca would keep a tight grip on the mouse while talking to his chat, trying to keep his voice down and let out a quiet groan.

“ was that a groan?.. no!– chat, what are you talking about?– “ he’d reassure his fans as he glared down at you to keep quiet, gripping onto your hair as you slowly start to pump him with your hand.

you’d continue pumping him, giving his cock kitty licks and stopping once in a while to work him up. Whenever you do, he would quietly whine out of frustrations while his voice breaks whenever he talks.

it gets to the point he couldn’t even form a simple sentence without groaning every now and then, he decided to end his stream and bidding his chat goodbye tending to some personal matters.

he’d look down, gripping onto your hair tightly when he finally felt you capture his cock into your mouth as his face scrunch in pleasure.

“ f-fuck.. i’m gonna get you back for this.. “

you felt your body shiver in excitement as you continue to tease him by edging him from time to time.

you would continue edging him for hours until a switch flipped inside of him, he gripped onto your hair and shoved your mouth into his cock causing you to gag on it.

“ fucking take it, do your fucking work. “ his tone was dark, pulling your hair to make you take more of his cock in your mouth.

you could feel his hips starting to roughly into your mouth, every time he did you would let out moans that sent vibrations to his cock – making him moan in pleasure.

it felt like hours with you sucking his cock, until you felt his fingers took a good portion of your hair and suddenly shove your mouth into his length.

“ fucking take it. “

he groaned out, his cock throbbing inside your mouth and filling your throat with his cum – your eyes widened at the sensation as he pulls your hair back, staring into your eyes.

“ you look so pretty like this.. “

his view was you in a kneeling position, mouth open which is filled of his juices and cum — satisfied with the sight.

“ swallow it all. “

you didn’t even hesitate, you swallowed all of his cum down to your throat. His smile got wider as you obliged.

“ good girl. “

you were breathing heavily, trying to compose yourself as you felt an arm around your waist – dragging you to the bed, pushing you on it with your back on the mattress.

“ l-luca?– w-wait..– “ your sentence was cut off with his lips on yours, kissing you roughly as he removed his top revealing his tattoos and scars.

and that’s how you got yourself in a mating press position with your boyfriend railing into your hole, roughly as if he’s trying to breed you and fill you up with his kids.

“ this is what you wanted , mhm? fucking slut. “ he’d groan as he changed the position with you on all fours, taking his cock out and sharply thrusting it into your hole making you yelp in pleasure.

“ l-luca– ‘m sorry.. ah! ‘m sorr— haah! “ you whined out, the rough sensation making your vision blurry and your eyes rolling back when he kept hitting your g-spot.

“ sorry won’t cut it baby.. look how good you are.. nh.. taking my cock so well.. “ he’d chuckle, changing positions every single time to hit that g-spot of yours.

“ you’re so fucked out.. you’re drooling all over.. “ he teased, placing his hand on your stomach to feel himself on it until..

his phone started ringing, not bothering to stop his movements and just answered it as if he’s not railing you shamelessly.

“ i’m kind of busy right now, what do you want? “ his tone changed to the person on the call, wrapping his arms around your waist and plowing his length deep inside of you.

he continues to rail you from behind, he’d get an idea as he changed the positions again – making you stand up, facing you in front of the mirror and cupping your face.

“ look how dirty you are.. such a little whore for me mmh? “ he’d whisper next to your ear, pulling away to talk to his men and fastening up his pace which made the situation a lot worst.

it’s been hours since he’s been fucking you non stop, you having to look at yourself in the mirror and he did not stop talking to his men on the phone.

he gave you his seed like.. two , three.. you lost count how many times he came inside of you. “l-luca.. ‘m tired.. “ you’d whine out, he’d ignore the protests of the people in the call as he tosses his phone away to give his attention to you.

“ ‘m sorry baby..– let me help you. “ as you thought he would stop his movements, he started moving in animalistic speed as you moan out loud – trying to cover your moans which you received a smack on the ass.

you’d yelp as luca cups your face, making you face the mirror again to see your shameful form “ let them hear you, look how shameless you look..~ “ he’d smirk, putting you in a mating press position again.

“ look in the mirror, let them hear you while I fill you up with my kids mhm? “ he’d continue abusing your hole as your mind starts to get fuzzy – looking at yourself in the mirror, seeing how much your face changes whenever he hits the right spot.

“ l-luca.. feels sho good..– more,, pleaash.. “ you mumbled out, your mind getting clouded and all you can think about is him and only him. “ i love it pleash.. f-fuck!– “ you whined when he thrusted deeper into you, feeling your climax building up.

“ that’s it, say it more.. let my men hear you.. let them know who’s fucking you good. “ he’d groan when he felt you tighten up around his cock – “ you’re the perfect fleshlight, just for me. “

the way his cock slides in and out so roughly, making you sharply gasp whenever he starts rubbing your clit every now and then. “ s-stop teasing me.. i caan’t.. “ you whined as your walls squeezed around him, putting your legs around him letting his length get deeper inside of you.

with one hand gripping your hip firmly, he used the other to stimulate your sensitive clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation to your already heightened sensations that made you moan louder.

“ l-luca!~ haah!– i’m gonna– please!~ “ you moaned out, holding onto him for release – he’s enjoying the way you’re squirming under him especially when he sees your face changing in the mirror.

as your moans grew louder, luca could sense that you were on the brink of release. The sound of your pleasure mixed with the ongoing phone call, creating an unruly symphony of desire.

he watched, the intensity in his eyes matching the intensity of the moment, as your body trembled with the force of your orgasm. He didn't let up, continuing to thrust and stimulate you, prolonging your pleasure as he relished in his control over your pleasure.

“ that’s it.. take it for me , okay?.. “ he’d groan with a final thrust, he reached his own climax as you twitch in pleasure under him.

luca pants heavily, trying to compose himself and staring at your twitching body with drool near your mouth.

luca sighed, pulling out and taking his phone which was still unmuted. “ i’ll explain whatever we need to discuss tomorrow, i have a girlfriend to take care of. “ he said, ending the call – looking back at you, you were still twitching as an idea came into his mind.

he’d click the camera button, revealing a picture of you to keep it for.. business. He’d pat your cheek a few times, “ y/n? let me help you for now okay? ‘m sorry for going too rough. “ he gave you a soft smile as you weakly nod, can’t form a sentence due to how you lost your voice from moaning and whining all the time.

“ mmh.. i love you.. “ you’d mumble out when he picked you up from the floor as he giggled, kissing all over your face.

“ Love you too. “

05.07.23 — YOOO!! sorry if luca’s part is bad , it was very ruusheddd 🥹🥹 i hope y’all enjoy this though i absolutely love this summary a lot hehe(actuallyfirsttimewritingsmutsoososidkwhatimdoing)

idk if i’ll do the rest though , still sad abt nina’s graduation whwuehdjf 😭😭 but we’ll see i dont have any motivation or ideas for them atm

👟 scenario : 864 words ( wish i can make it longer tho.. or reach 1k but no ideas came into my mind dam )

🦁 scenario : 1.4k words 🧍‍♀️

i love this duo

[yukieya]

whatever ideas u have stacked up in your brain im gonna eat them all up /lh ><!!

(the hanahaki idea u mentioned is stuck in my head.)

-petopeto (ᗒᗣᗕ)

ok what if i– yk 😊😊☝️☝️

( i have wayy too many angst ideas in my head but im so lazy to write )