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Daddy's Home Fest

There's no better time than when daddy is home.

DILF BTS is coming to a Tumblr near you Spring 2024!

♡ Title: Before, Now and After

♡ Pairing: Alpha Gang Boss!Yoongi x Omega Maid!Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: gang au, dead dove, parent au, a/b/o | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: As the leader of the infamous Bangtan, Yoongi is untouchable and lives life as he pleases. He thinks he has it all until the tall and broad shoulder omegan maid, Kim Seokjin walks into his office and makes Yoongi second guess what he wants in life.

by @sweetestofchaos

♡ Title: Daddy, Daughter, and Dewey Decimals

♡ Pairing: Single Dad!Namjoon x (f)reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Parent AU, Fluff, Smut, Mutual Pining

♡ Summary: I adored the daddy and daughter duo that came to visit me every week at the library. Sunhee was cute and vivacious and her dad was every single woman's dream. A simple request, one late night, and a slip of the tongue revealing it wasn't just one-sided attraction.

by @remedyx

♡ Title: Dirty Laundry

♡ Pairing: Seokjin x f. reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: Slice of life, established married couple, PWP

♡ Summary: When you come across your daughter and Seokjin having a princess-themed tea party, you can't help but fall in love with your husband a little more. It helps that you find him absolutely ravishing in the little pink dress he wears too.

by @sailoryooons

♡ Title: Love Blooms

♡ Pairing: Jin x Hoseok

♡ Rating: MA

♡ Genre: Divorced, single father AU | angst, fluff, smut

♡ Summary: Summary: Divorced and lost, Jin grapples with self-discovery and single fatherhood. Then, sunshine arrives in the form of Hoseok, helping him explore his desires and build a found family. Their love faces challenges - ex-wife drama, societal disapproval - but together they prove love and acceptance can bloom even in unexpected gardens

by @downbad4yoongi

Daddy Hoseok and Daddy Seokjin came home April 26. Read here!

♡ Title: Lose You to Love Me

♡ Pairing: Yoongi x f! Reader

♡ Rating: 🔞

♡ Genre: Smut, Fluff, Angst

♡ Summary: Yoongi thought he had everything. The woman of his dreams whom he gave everything for. The sweetest Princess who became his whole world the minute she was born and a career he can say he's happy in but what happens when it all comes crumbling down when one small secret blows his marriage open?

by @jmvore

♡ Title: Off Limits

♡ Pairing: Female Reader x Seokjin

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: smut, porn with very little plot

♡ Summary: You are visiting your family over spring break and discover that the family you used to babysit for are separated. Does this mean Mister Kim is no longer off limits?

by @theharrowing

♡ Title: podcast

♡ Pairing: single father!Namjoon x f! reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: single father AU | fluff, angst, smut, slow burn

♡ Summary: You and Namjoon keep bumping into each other at multiple instances, as if destined to. In a world where past loves and current responsibilities intertwine, Namjoon navigates the complexities of single fatherhood, cherishing the moments with his daughter, Nari, while reflecting on lost love through his popular podcast, "A Loveless Lover." A chance encounter at a daycare center brings him face to face with you, sparking a connection rooted in compassion and shared moments of vulnerability. As their worlds collide, the possibility of new beginnings looms, challenging Namjoon and you to confront the past and consider the future with newfound hope.

by @hobipaint

♡ Title: sakura 🌸

♡ Pairing: king!yoongi x (f) reader

♡ Rating: 18+

♡ Genre: mature, fluff, angst, pining

♡ Summary: yoongi could never figure out how could a sakura tree bloom right on his son’s seventh birthday. logically, atleast, for his kingdom’s soil wasn't blessed enough for beautiful flora; however, when his inspection rounds reveal a trip totally unexpected, and in a crescendo of buried memories, his love for the tree gets as bright as the petals of the blossom.

by @liveyun

♡ Title: Shatter With Me

♡ Pairing: Model!Jungkook x Surrogate!f.Reader

♡ Rating: MA 18+

♡ Genre: Best Friend's Husband, Surrogacy AU | heavy angst, smut, mild fluff

♡ Summary: Your best friend, Jiyoon, and her husband, Jungkook, have faced years of hardship trying to start a family. In a last-ditch effort to have their dream life, they seek solace in surrogacy. Wanting to see your best friend smile, you offer to become the bright beacon at the end of the tunnel, giving them what they have always wanted. But what happens when you begin to shine your light on their darkness? Things aren’t always as they seem—happiness can be a façade, shattering under the lightest pressure.

by @colormepurplex2

Daddy Jungkook came home April 24. Read here!

♡ Title: Since Day One

♡ Pairing: teacher!jimin x teacher! f. reader

♡ rating: 18+

♡ Genre: enemies to lovers, coworker au, single father au

♡ Summary: Being a Pre-K teacher is no easy feat, but Jimin is always up for the challenge. However, on his first day on the job, he makes an enemy in the parking lot before he even sets foot inside the building. Looks like this school year won’t be all sunshine and rainbows after all.

by @jjungkookislife

Daddy Jimin came home April 6. Read here!

♡ Title: baby fangs

♡ Pairing: Jimin x Jungkook

♡ Rating: Explicit/18+

♡ Genre: Urban fantasy, vampires, strangers to lovers, angst, smut

♡ Summary: As a human, Jungkook thought life was meaningless. It isn’t until he dies that he finds something worth living for: the family he never had.

by @gimmethatagustd

#bts fanfic #bts fic #namjoon fic #seokjin fic #hoseok fic #jimin fic #taehyung fic #jungkook fic #bts collab #bts smut #bts fanfiction #bts fests #bts #daddys home fest #dilf bts

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yostresswritinggirl · 2 years

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Kintsugi (11)

: "to repair with gold"

Scaramouche / Wanderer x First Puppet! Reader

After his third betrayal, he stumbles upon the one thing that would never deceive him. Not a god, not a human; a broken puppet, discarded just like him. Part 1. Extras.

"This land has no place for us, thus we will find it somewhere else."

You've found yourself behind Kunikuzushi once again with his arm extended as a barrier between you and the world he so desperately wants to protect you from.

It was an unconscious habit, second nature by now to him. Something that once conflicted you now became your normal.

Your light touch on the hand that hovers over his blade eased the rising tension in his shoulders, opting to instead wrap his digits around yours with a reassuring squeeze. Too reckless; that and you'd always been more patient when it comes to humans.

After refusing the coat, Kuni would slightly turn to you and adjust the veil to cover you better despite claiming just now that the cold doesn't affect you both.

"I know of a place that would be beneficial to you, the same place where this boat is heading," the stranger that helped you both turns his head to you. "But this one here..."

Despite the mask, there is an undeniable look of scrutiny underneath it that unconsciously forced you to hide your exposed limbs beneath the veil.

You almost missed the way he tilts his head slightly in deeper contemplation when Kunikuzushi suddenly pulled you close to his chest, an arm circling your back to grip at your forearm.

There was an emphasized growl when he speaks your name towards the Harbinger. He was correcting this all-powerful man, all so he addresses you by your new name instead of some object. "They're with me. You take both of us or none at all."

"Interesting." He seems preoccupied with something else. That doesn't seem to be in response to Kuni's words.

A shock like shiver courses through your body as your eyes narrowed at him.

"Very intriguing." You cannot trust this doctor.

Turns out you DO need a coat.

Here in the land furthest north the cool wind bites at those who are fragile, and out of the two of you, the frost bites through your cracks and restrains you stronger than the vines back in your homeland. Over your haori lies Scaramouche's harbinger coat.

Yet despite its thickness, trips outside to barren lands of snow is still risky. You sigh, at least mimic the action, who would have thought you'd miss sitting outside under the shade of sakura trees.

You also miss Kunikuzushi, who was now busy with tending to his work as a Fatui Harbinger.

Like how Snezhnaya hides away the sun, Kunikuzushi was only spoken behind closed doors.

Lord Harbinger or Lord Scaramouche is what he goes by now, titled by the gracious Cryo archon herself in welcome of you two. The benevolent Tsaritsa that accepted your presence as much as Kunikuzushi.

Before you spiral into madness at the thoughts of her soft gaze of recognition, huge and heavy steps easily took your notice.

Your fingers wraps protectively around the sakura bloom by instinct, harder to do so than before, before you turned your head to see Sandrone already looking at you.

"Waiting for someone?" Her smile is as demure as usual, but the tilt of her head betrays her true intrigue.

Sandrone and Dottore, you were quick to find out their interests in you and Kunikuzushi for the simple fact that you are living puppets. You've heard various warnings from Kuni to not be deceived by their invitations and coaxing, and to only engage when he's with you.

She at least made repairs and gave useful pointers when your body started acting up. Albeit, under the orders of the Tsaritsa.

The robot holding the Marionette suddenly shifts to retrieve something from its pocket, and soon the both of them make their way to stand in front of you. "I'm positive of the inconvenience that petal in your hand brings." Without fear, you also narrow your eyes at this Harbinger. "How curious, but I am only here to offer a simple solution."

From a silent command, the huge gauntlet of the robot unfurls to reveal a small empty vial attached to a necklace chain.

The gaze on you was searing and hawk-like as the Harbinger watched your ministrations, your stiff hands gently nudging the petal inside the vial before donning the necklace. It hangs just over your chest. Yet Sandrone, the Marionette, still can't seem to look away.

Out of all the Fatui Harbingers, it was Dottore, Sandrone, and occasionally Tartaglia that actually paid attention to you.

And it's that fact that Kunikuzushi explicitly warned you to stay away, or at least not be alone in their presence. More for the crazed ones who are mostly interested in your anatomy and mechanisms than anything else.

The only time you were even physically close to them were when you had to be fixed upon your first malfunction in the cold, and that was due to the benevolence of the Tsaritsa, any harm on you would have broken more than just your joints.

It was only when you covered the petal with your haori did Sandrone finally look away, still that gentle yet seemingly malicious smile on her face.

"Say, how long have you had that sakura bloom?"

A cough and a call of your name had you eagerly turn to Kuni - Scaramouche, his eyes wide before redirecting a glare towards his fellow Harbinger. "Let's go, we have places to be." And with a protective hand on your shoulder, you left the Palace.

The Balladeer consists of two lords.

This was a fact that only those that worked under Scaramouche knows and something that other Fatuus would look at them weirdly for. Was this some kind of gaslighting beaten into them after all the trauma they deal with daily for unfortunately working for the Balladeer?

But they are none the wiser, after all, Lord Scaramouche had always been so careful and secretive when it comes to you.

When you came to Snezhnaya, you never had a title for yourself other than your name and aged folklore that died with your departure. Your affiliation with the Fatui is also superficial, as your ties are only with Scaramouche. Your loyalty lies with Kunikuzushi, and Kunikuzushi's loyalty lies with your safety.

Arrangements followed suit and you had your own subordinates to mobilize even if you had no need for them.

The Balladeer's other lord is a blessing - a vacation. When the underlings rotate to switch from serving Scaramouche to being under your command, it was always a massive relief for them. After all, Lord Scaramouche is ruthless and you were low maintenance.

They felt more like retainers and bodyguards, looking out for you and fetching whatever you may need. The only time it felt like a job was when Scaramouche was visiting, or you wanted to be outside for a walk. You always loved to look around and the awe of the frozen wasteland had always been baffling for the locals who had long grown tired of the weather and wither.

The job only ends up badly when you turn up 'sick' after a walk outside in the cold. Despite their warnings, it would be them that gets punished by Scaramouche.

You may be patient, a blessing in the Fatui, but you are no means inherently good. After all, you value fairness above all. "Please, my lord, don't send us back to Lord Scaramouche." One of the new recruits practically begged by your feet.

Everyone else were too late to prevent him, not when you stopped writing in your journal to look down at the kneeling recruit. "But we've always had this rotation set up ever since?" The softness of your voice, devoid of edge, must have urged the confidence of the soldier.

"You must understand, Lord Scaramouche had always been ruthless! I would rather serve you forever, you have my utmost loyalty, Lord -"

"Don't." The fatui soldier shuddered at your harsh gaze looking down at him, shakily forcing him to remove his hold on the end of your veil. "You wish to receive a different treatment? What about the poor soul who's supposed to switch with you? Are you fine with them staying in Kuni's command permanently so you could stay here?"

Turning back to your table, you refused to continue your writing as you gripped at your kimono, expression only visible to the masked-desperate soldier.

The coldness in the room bites with the addition of electricity. "Selfish... Selfish humans..." And you closed your eyes, refusing to acknowledge anything else.

Never had any soldier sighed in relief at the arrival of the Balladeer, but just this once, when he finally visited your quarters did the unnerved subordinates finally had a semblance of sanity after being subjected to silence so damning. No one had told them what to do when you went into this state after all - sitting stock still, unmoving, without a breath or a single word out of you no matter what they do.

The feeling of Kunikuzushi's hand adjusting your slipping veil finally roused you from your stasis, turning your head to look back at his thinly veiled worried gaze. "Kuni."

"I'm here." His eyes flickered to look at the fatui soldiers standing by. "Your henchmen reported you acting... Differently, are you feeling okay? Do you need check up again?"

This would go down in history as one of the events that the Fatui soldiers would never believe. Even as witness, the sight still felt like a fever dream from the harsh cold of the region.

The rarest sight of them all. Of their very own Lord Scaramouche speaking in such softness and gentleness only a mother to their child could mimic, matched with a worried gaze that looked so foreign and unwelcomed to his usually glared eyes. And that foreign name not even the most trusted soldier under his command is privy to.

So easy to fall behind just for you.

"Then let's walk, I have time." Urging you to stand, the harbinger himself took your (his) coat from the chair to drape over your shoulders. A second of silence passed before he suddenly pulled his hat down to hide your faces from the soldiers.

Incoherent whispers that had everyone intrigued, but when he leaned away, a smile on your face was revealed.

The walk was pleasant for everyone.

Scaramouche could see it in the slight purse of your lips and the furrow of your brows, that even your vow to silence, he knows you still do not have it in you to be as disconnected as him.

No matter the betrayals, their discrimination, their capability to harm - you still find it in you to sympathize with humans. You only stayed silent as it was an order.

But he couldn't leave you there, vulnerable in the presence of other Harbingers, and so you find yourself stepping foot on the very soil you've left behind years ago. It was a different experience in comparison to your trip to Mondstadt when he was investment the meteor shower.

Scaramouche had to take care of the delivery of the delusions first, and with the small freedom you had before you explore the current Inazuma once he was done, your feet carried you to a familiar sight. The calming sight of pink rain and the soothing scent of said blooms.

You miss the freedom you had wandering the lands of Inazuma, before the Tsaritsa swept him away. Despite still seeing each other almost daily, his duty had kept him from the same routine, the same freedom. And for what? To take the gnosis from the Raiden Shogun to match her power?

You had every right to be skeptical the moment he became clear of his intentions simply because you knew him. Better than anyone. Perhaps better than himself.

The puppet you knew, of Kunikuzushi, never once strived for power. From the stories of the humans he met, even if vile, not once did it cross your mind that he would turn out to be this way.

He's lonely, hurt, betrayed.

You feel the same way, but how would the electro gnosis fix that? The idea of godhood only brought him pain, would this really be the right course of action for him?

And what about you... What's your purpose in this world?

Ambitions... Your hand reaches out towards the Sacred Sakura as if it felt natural, one of its petals whisked away from the tree to slowly descend in front of you. Would keeping it safe be enough to be called an ambition? Is... Staying by his side enough of a purpose?

"To think that there would be more than one of you. More so, stepping foot in my shrine."

The feeling of an object lightly tapping on the back of your head had you distracted, the petal falling past your awaiting hand.

"I suppose I sha'nt make the same mistakes. Close your eyes now, little one."

A beautiful flash of purple and violets shrouded your vision.

Scaramouche is in a good mood - was in a good mood - before he arrived back in the Fatui hideout to look for you. He had gotten what he wanted, and with all his goals achieved, there was no reason to stay with this wretched organization that only sought to test his patience.

Yet he was greeted not by his companion but of tight-lipped subordinates who cannot speak even if he beats it out of their system.

It was only when a soldier he vaguely remembers to be under your command rushed in did he finally get his answer.

"My lord, we are in dire need of your assistance." The sourness of his expression becomes apparent, but the soldier persists in desperation. "It has happened again - an accident occurred with the other lord."

The sky overhead was as gloomy as the day he was discarded.

Yet despite the carnage of blood and bodies laying around, Kunikuzushi was fearless on approaching the familiar form with your back turned towards him. Not even the thunder and lightning would keep him away from you.

"(Y/N)." The discarded veil in his hand is frayed and scorched on the edges. "I'm here."

Without a word, the turbulent weather ceased its anger, leaving behind a deafening silence. Even as you slowly turned it was soundless.

Only when he dropped to his knees did the illusion of peace shattered.

"What..." Kunikuzushi's hands shook on its way to cradle your cheeks. "What have they done to you?"

He does not realize his tears, not when his thumb gingerly stroked at the lightning marks that burned your skin. It was still warm. It was warm anywhere he touched.

Yet this warmth brought him no comfort whatsoever.

Nothing is more insulting than to be this fragile, to be this desperate, to stoop so low, to back down on his very words to enlist the help of a human.

But he was his only hope, even if he so desperately wants to destroy him right here right now with just his glare. The effort would not be worth it - this isn't the real one, after all.

Dottore is at least a wise man to not say a word about this predicament. In his head, he scolds himself for not seeing this approach sooner.

No matter, he is getting what he wants either way.

Scaramouche falling into his hand with a simple promise was already a guaranteed success. But for the arrogant puppet to offer his most prized possession so easily? He has guaranteed at least one win on this trip.

"It seems you have been preoccupied during your absence, and this is what I see of you after escaping surveillance." Nevermind, he simply could not hold his tongue.

After making sure you're sat properly on the operating table, Dottore's segment took a step to the side to escape a bolt meant to strike him, instead hitting a Fatui Skirmisher. It would be no surprised if he was dead on the spot.

"I agreed to collaborate with you -" even if he was to benefit from it all, Dottore rolled his eyes in his mind. "And I can easily revoke my decision if you dare overstep, mortal."

"I am merely stating a fact, but know that this opportunity is indeed too great to be lost. I will take good care of them."

Scaramouche does not hide the way he rolled his eyes before turning to you, eyes immediately softening to provide assurance. So long as he lives, you would be safe, he assured you.

Removing the veil and folding the fan finally gave the doctor the full detail of the damage he's agreed to fix.

He can see now why the ever so prideful harbinger would come to him for help. The second had only ever admired you from afar due to the obvious hostility of the lord harbinger, but even now in your most vulnerable, there is still an eerie ethereal aura around you.

Lichtenberg figures - the scar runs along your face and reaches deeper, continuing under your robes and layers. It was akin to burned branches decorating your already deteriorating skin, flaking from time and damages.

Like a porcelain filled with cracks, ready to fall apart.

Sandrone would kill him for having this opportunity first.

As Scaramouche carefully lays you down to rest, you can't help but keep your eyes on his. When had he last been so unguarded with his emotions that you can easily see through them? The guilt, the anxiety, the despair - all laid bare for you to see.

In your fatigue you managed to take his hand, hand in crumbling hand, he lands a kiss on the back of your hand. Like a silent promise.

"I will be here when you wake up," Scaramouche gently caressed your flaking hand. "In a perfect form you've always deserved."

On your way to sleep, you cannot help but let the endearing thought occupy your thoughts: he seemed more hesitant to let go of your hand than you to his.

Your dreams were pleasant because of it.

"They have fallen into a deep sleep." The soon-to-be god gently settled your hand on the table. "I will uphold my end of our arrangement, so long as you do yours."

"Tch." Taking out the electro gnosis from under his kimono, he wasted no time placing it on the doctor's awaiting palm. "Here."

"And the second agreement."

And in here he hesitates, sending one last look on your form and one last glare to Dottore. "If I find out you've done something, I will end you myself." He spits with venom combined from eons of mistrust, before slamming the metal door on his way out.

Alone in this section of the factory, Dottore can't help but indulge in a triumphant laugh for a second as he rolls the chess piece in between his gloved fingers. It crackles to life as he walks closer to where the other puppet rests.

"Finally, I have found my answers." Holding it at its crown, Dottore slowly places the gnosis down next to your head. "Aren't you so fascinating? You've disproven all my theories, and yet I am not at all disappointed."

To think that a prototype had long overshadowed your light...

Waking up felt like leaving a warm embrace under the bittersweet accompaniment of a shedding cherry blossom tree, fallen leaves each rousing you to the path of consciousness with the softest of touches.

You leave your dream with the image of a smile, and wake up to one as you finally focused your vision.

"I'm here." Scaramouche stepped back when you quickly slid off the table, following closely as you made your way to the large mirror on the other side of the room. "It seems the operation was a success."

Success? "But - this is - " You touched the lines on your face. What modifications were you expecting beforehand? A new body? A new skin? You didn't expect it to be -

"Kintsugi." Scaramouche's hands slowly coaxed your hands off your face to show the golden lines clearly. You soon realize that your skin had been renewed to remove the flaking state, and the joints that were damaged were fixed. But there were no other changes, significant changes.

"I don't understand, the perfect form -"

His hand traced the branches of gold so lovingly, tenderly, with eyes of serenity you had never seen before. "You are already in your perfect form since the day I met you." The veil, trimmed to remove the damage from before, once again lays on your head. "There is no need to change you."

Watching yourself pull the veil close to your face, you can't help but admire how well the gold matches with the transparent purple.

To be looked at with such adoration from a beautiful doll like him.

"And once I become a god, I will create a perfect world for you too, one that you deserve and deserves you."

You close your eyes as he cradled your cheeks of beautiful scars.

"With this as my proof, I will walk this new life in my own terms." The Traveler does not miss the melancholic smile the Wanderer dons as he cradles the vision by his chest, even when he desperately tries to hide it under the shade of his hat. "For the both of us."

"Both of us?"

"Yes, I -" Locking eyes with the Traveler, his hopeful gaze from earlier dissipates to that of indifference. "Have you seen (Y/N)?"

"Huh? We've never heard of that name before." Paimon interjects, prying for clues on the image of this mystery person. "Paimon doesn't think we've seen anyone like that, even back in the port when we were with Dehya."

"Buer." Turning to the God of Wisdom, there was a sadness in her eyes that had only manifested now.

"I have the answers you seek, but... it may not be the answers you want." When his gaze doesn't waver, the dendro archon continues. "After negotiating with the doctor after the Traveler passed out..."

"While it is unfortunate that I was unable to see the results of this experiment, it at least gave way to another, more promising one." Lesser Lord Kusanali watched in apprehension and curiosity as the harbinger emerged from behind a pillar in the sanctuary, an unmoving form in his arms.

At that time, the dendro archon had no knowledge in her disposal to understand the direness in the situation, or the implications underlying it. All that she knew is that this was non-negotiable.

Even if she had the strength to fight, there was a possessiveness to the doctor that screams to her. This one, this puppet in his hands, is something he would not let go with simple bargains.

"Not only have you provided me with the gnoses, but you have removed the greatest obstacle to my newest magnum opus."

"This, is the only thing that was left behind." Placing the object she had cradled in her tiny hands on the Wanderer's palm, a familiar vial greets the puppet. "I'm sorry."

A necklace with a glass pendant. Inside lies a wilted petal that once shone a beautiful shade of pink.

Strong gale swirls around them as the Wanderer laughs, the glass exploding into shattered remains in his palm as he does so. "So this was your plan all along, Dottore? First, you take away my gnosis. And then..."

The edge on his voice makes the Traveler step back. But speechless when he raised his head to glare at the sky, his hat uncovering the hateful tears streaming down his cheeks. "You take away the only one that ever mattered to me. That vile, filthy -"

You must be so scared.

Clutching his vision close to his chest, the faint hum in the rhythm of a gentle heartbeat does not console him anymore.

Thank you for reading Kintsugi! This is the ending, folks! However I will be publishing another piece for this of all the different scenarios that got scrapped as well as in-depth explanation of the elements of this story. There were a lot of things changed and removed here in comparison to the original concept, and I will share them next time, but I hope you still enjoyed this one!

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aphroditestempleimagines · 10 months

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Out of a fairytale (18+) - part 1

Pairing: Edgar Allan Poe x fem!reader

Colour: Sweet and romantic

Warnings: fluff, romantic sex, vaginal sex, fingering, oral (fem and male receiving) + 69, language, nipple play, orgasm delay (implied), outdoor sex, thigh riding, come swallowing, kissing, handjob, cold play, a bit of food, established relationship

Words: idk like 2000 and smth

Summary: You receive a curious present for your birthday; the peculiar book arrived in the mail first thing in the morning. When you open it, you are transported to a fairytale-like castle where your lover has scripted every detail to perfection.

Part 1 ~ Royalcore version 《

Part 2 ~ Gothic Version

The knock on the door caught you by surprise. Your heart fluttered at the thought of your lover’s image standing outside your house. Alas, your excitement was for nought, as all you gazed upon was a scruffy delivery man.

“Sign here”, he said after handing you a rectangular package. He held a receiver form in one hand, pen under thumb, and texted on his phone with the other.

“I didn’t order anything”, you objected.

“Is that your name and address?”, he said without taking his eyes from his phone.

“eh...y-yes?”

“Then sign here”, he pushed the form towards you once again.

With your birthday being just the day before you paid no more thought to the package’s origins. A lot of your friends were abroad and you were used to receiving presents from them by mail. It was only that...he was away as well.

Your pen pondered on the paper amidst signing your name. For the first time since you were seeing each other, Poe had to leave your home in Japan to return to America. On top of that, his work meant that he would not be allowed to see you on your birthday. He had called you early in the morning the day before to shower you with sweet words. But it was not the same. You took the package into your arms to compensate for the loss of your lover. It was not enough either.

You thanked the delivery man and retrieted into your home. The package was not particularly lightweight yet not really heavy either. As you peeled the brown wrapper you confirmed rather than realised that it was a book. Its white hard cover was beautifully bound with a rose ribbon bookmark hanging from the top, and the title “The Princess and the Poet” displayed in golden letters at the front. There was no writer listed on the cover. One would have thought after a year together you would had automatically guessed who it was from. But in the early morning daze that clouded your brain, all you could think of doing is open the book to check inside.

“ This is the tale of two lovers, who loved with a love that was more than love. The poet and his princess. With a love that the winged seraphs of Heaven coveted her and him.”

Even as you read those first words your body was surrounded by a golden cloud of words, a cloud which shrouded your entire room and transported you somewhere new. Suddenly, you were standing in the middle of an internal garden. Your simple pajamas were replaced by an elegant pastel gown. Your heels clicked on the rose marble floor as you approached the Sakura tree in the middle. The small rosey petals were carried by a wind of unknown origin throughout the room. The small skylight at the crown of the dome let the light of the sunset seep into the ballroom, painting it in shades of soft orange and red. It did not take you long now to realise what had happened.

"I'm so glad you came", a familiar voice said behind you.

You turned around to see your lover standing at the entrance of the room. He wore a white and grey prince's uniform with a long one-shoulder creme cape. His hair was pulled back at one side exposing one of his eyes. He extended his hand towards you and gave you a regal bow. Even from that distance, you could see his cheeks and ears grow red as he did his best to act like the character he had created.

"Ed!", you beamed and ran towards him. You threw your arms around his shoulders and buried your face in his hair. The familiar scent of cologne, ink, and jasmine that surrounded you convinced you of his existence.

He wrapped his arms around you as well. You felt his hand behind your head as he buried his face in your shoulder. "I'm sorry I missed it", he said in sorrow, "I thought I had calculated the times perfectly"

"It's okay", you squeezed him in your arms, "At least now you're here now."

He lifted your head by the cheek and chased the draught away from your lips with a long-awaited sweet kiss. "I made two copies of the book I sent you", he said, "So no matter the distance, we can always meet here"

"Shouldn't there be a murder here?", you asked, "Isn't that how your ability works?"

He smiled. "I don't need a murder", he said, "Just a mystery". His arm held you close by the waist while he guided you through the ballroom to a white and golden door. It opened as the two of you approached to reveal a beautiful garden of roses surrounding a white marble gazebo. The sweet smell of the flowers accompanied you as you walked down the stone-paved path. He retrieved his hand from your waist as you reached the small building. He let you take his hand as you climbed the steps. Under the gazebo's dome, Edgar had scripted a luxurious set of pillows and sheets and mattresses, next to a plethora of the sweetest delicacies. He supported you as you took a seat before resting at your side.

"I brought us right to the ending", he said, "As the writer, I know it would be much more interesting for the two of us"

"I'm sure", you smiled and placed your hand over his, "I missed you"

He looked at you with those puppy dog eyes, as if he could not believe the words that left your mouth. He fell back to his awkward mannerisms as he reached for the strawberry cake in front of him. "You should try this", he hid his face behind the plate, "I wrote it was delicious so it should be delicious."

You gladly accepted the dessert, if only to reveal Poe's blushed cheeks from behind it. You cut out a small bite and brought it into your mouth. Your eyes closed; the sweetness of the cream filled your senses, only battled by the sourness of fresh strawberries. "It's delicious", you said as soon as you swallowed. You did not have time to open your eyes before Ed crashed his lips onto yours. His kiss was sweeter than the cake and bolder than usual. He tasted the sweet dessert in your mouth before pulling back. His entire face was redder than a radish and you knew he had intended for this scene to play out exactly as it did.

"Indeed", he said, trying to cover his blush with the back of his hand, "Delicious"

"You know", you put down the plate and fork, "I know what you're planning"

Edgar looked at you, the reddish tint never leaving his cheeks. "Do you?", his eyes looked at you worriedly as if he had been caught stealing.

You walked towards him on your hands and knees. He reclined backwards as you came close. "I do", you said climbing on top of him. You could hear his ragged breath as you crashed your lips on his. He cupped your cheek and pulled you closer so he could once again taste the sweetness of your mouth. You grinded your hips on him to spite him. You swallowed a moan from him before he managed to grip your waist and keep you still. "What's wrong?", your smile teased him as much as your body. You leaned close enough to whisper in his ear, "Isn't this what you wanted?"

His lips traced your bare neck. His arms were sweetly wrapped around your torso as if guarding a treasure. He span the two of you around, hand protecting your precious head. "You have no idea", his eyes were closed as he touched his forehead on yours. His lips were sweet, drinking your melodious sighs. Your body was encased underneath his, his knees on each side of you. You could feel his bulge brush over you each time he lowered his body enough to kiss you.

"And here I thought you were a gentleman", your fingers combed his hair as he kissed you right above the bust. His one hand was already undoing the laces of your dress, but he stopped at the sound of your voice.

He seemed genuinely worried as he asked, "Would you like me to stop?"

He had this adorable shimmer in his pleading eyes. You knew he hung from your every word. He had pulled himself away at the slightest notion of discomfort, even if it was a mere jest on your part. Even so, nothing could hide the undying desire that blazed inside him and made his heart and breath race.

"Oh Ed", you laughed at his sweet confusion, "I only want you to stop when you finally had enough of me"

He smiled. "You are asking too much my love", he leaned back over you. He pulled your dress down until your body was rid of it, leaving you in your undergarments. "If I do that, I shall have to continue for eternity", he placed your hands over your breasts before he climbed down between your legs, "Or at least until my heart sings its last beat".

He lifted your chemise and buried his face on your mount. His tongue slipped between your rosey walls as he held your thighs apart. He alternated between kisses and licks as his fingers began circling your sensitive bud.

"Fuck, ED!", you could not help your body from arching as his lips shifted to suck on your bud, and he thrust two of his fingers inside you. You were by now more than wet enough to accommodate them. He knew your body so well that they curled and hit just the right spots inside you to make your body quiver in desire. He seemed to be melting more and more at each call of his name. He climbed higher. With his hand still working on your lower lips, his mouth captivated your upper ones. He placed one hand on your nape as he broke the kiss, letting his moans explode on your skin. You felt his breath on your cheeks, his need in his voice. He scissored his fingers. Your legs lifted on their own as he pressed on your silky walls. You wanted him. Your hands reached for his embroidered coat and began undoing its golden buttons until they could reach beneath the silk white shirt that hid behind. You knew your hands were cold from the stone's chill, but only when he trembled under their touch and you felt the scolding heat of his torso did you realise just how much you were torturing him. You could feel your wetness as it dripped from you to his fingers.

He broke free. He shook his jacket off and threw it aside. He pulled his shirt and got his head tangled up in the white fabric. You laughed. You heard his light chuckle underneath the tent he had made for himself. You sat up and helped him pull it off. The moment he was freed he reached for your body and pulled you onto his embrace. Your hips met his as your core drenched his light grey trousers. He collided his lips with yours. Your kiss was like water to a dying man. His hands cupped your exposed breasts, thumbs brushing over the nipples in a way that had you aching for more.

You pushed him down. His body fell on the white sheet on which he had displayed the food, framed by the numerous delicacies he had prepared. His chest heaved, his expression painful as he examined your body with his gaze. He reached for the laces of your pulled-down corset but you pushed his hand away. Your eyes fixed on his, you slowly undid the garment, leaving you only in your chemise which you easily took off. A slight chill enveloped your body. Your hands clamped around your torso at the sudden breeze, your body slightly shivering. Edgar's warm hand cupped your cheek. He had raised his body to reach your lips. He pulled you against him, his one hand rubbing up and down your torso, his other moving your hips against his thighs.

"Ed..."

"I know my love", his voice was strained as he pulled out a condom from his pocket, "I want you too". He freed his length from his trousers and dressed it. He slid the tip by your needy lips but never past them. "I want you so so much", he whispered between kisses, "so so much"

His length finally penetrated you. He let out a large moan that mixed with the sound of yours.

"You're so beautiful", he said as he began working his thrusts.

He held your hips to meet his in tandem until his head fell back. His eyes kept trying to focus back on yours, to check if your pleasure was as delightful as his, yet he kept losing himself in its depths.

"Edgar!", you cried in happiness. You shot your hand down on the floor to support you. Your fingers curled, clutching the white tablecloth instinctively as your back arched in your body's delight.

"Gah", he reached to rub eights on your bud. His lips caressed your breasts as he planted kisses closer and closer to their centres. You cried his name again. His hips met yours again and again, each time more agile and rough than the last. "God", he huffed on your chest, "Stay with me forever"

"I will!", you cried. His scraped your spine with his nails to urge your body into a tremble. His other hand pressed harsher on you, his eyes, ever watchful on your expression as you melted in his arms. He had his own struggle as your walls squeezed him the closer he brought you to ecstasy. He sought comfort in your body. He distracted himself with more kisses and loving nips at your skin. At last you let go. Your body slumped as the knot way down deep burst under the skill of his sword. You could not feel the chill any longer.

His tired breath exploded against your face. A satisfied smile appeared on his lips. He pressed his forehead on yours. "I love you so much", he tucked your hair, wet from sweat, behind your reddened ears. He planted a chaste kiss on your lips, one which you did not allow to remain anything other than deep.

He pulled out, resting your hips on his thighs. He continued to caress you, but you could feel how hard he still was as your own juices darkened his pulled trousers. "Edgar", you kissed him, "You're not done"

"It's okay", his arms kept you close as he nipped at your neck. "It's enough for me that you are"

He could be so stubborn sometimes. "It's not for me", your hand reached down for his erection. Your fingers wrapped around his length, moving up and down until they removed the condom. Your thumb brushed what precum came from the end. Edgar had buried his face in your shoulder. His expression was hidden, but his sounds were ever audible as his touch desperately sought yours. You did not see when his hand scooped some of the cake until the frosting touched your lips. You had begun kissing him lower, climbing down, when they nudged at the side of your mouth. You let them in. The sugary feeling and the softness of the cream overp-

"Sit on my face"

"Hm?", his fingers were still in your mouth. You were happy you did not bite them, but it seemed that he had led them there intentionally.

He brushed his thumb over the corner of your mouth. "If you're going...to do this haah...", he could not control his breath now that your fingers worked faster, "I need to...to make you feel good too"

He averted his gaze as soon as you sought it. He was red up to the tip of his ears. You retracted your hand, licking his precum off your fingers before you pulled him for a kiss. "Okay", you said.

You turned your body around until your hips were above his face. You were careful with how much weight you let down, fearful to crush him, but his hands pulled you down against his lips. He greedily kissed every part between your legs before he let his tongue work your walls once more. He was much more forceful than when you two had begun, almost making you forget what you were supposed to do. You could not reject that this had been his intention either.

With your eyes still clouded, you buried your face between his legs, your hands blindly working at his length as you confessed your cries to his skin. You could feel the effect you had on him even with such a small effort. But that had not been the point. You wanted him to feel at the very least as good as he made you feel. You kissed his length at the side before taking it in your mouth. Your fingers continued to work down at whatever you could not take.

"Fuuuck", he breathed, "Y/n!"

Much like you could not focus earlier, now he was losing his edge. But not for long. He tested your core before finally inserting three of his fingers inside. You were still sensitive enough for a tremble to spread to your limps, but your body still accepted him gratefully. He dipped his other hand in the melted ice that was supposed to keep the champagne cold before he pressed it at the edge of your clit. You squeaked and closed your legs around him. It felt so good. He felt so good. You picked up your pace. He moaned against you but that only contributed to your own pleasure even more. You could not keep your body from the fall any longer. The cord snapped and he lapped at your entrance as you sat heavier on him. But he was not far behind, you could feel it in the heavy breaths he tried to hide by kissing your lower lips again. You could see it in the way his toes curled and his legs retracted as much as he tried to hold them planted. His hands held your hips as he fell back and cried for you. His breaths were desperate as his essence filled your mouth. You could not see his face, but his body lifted yours up and down simply with the strength of his breaths filling his lungs.

You climbed off him. He immediately reached for you and pulled you into his embrace. He kissed you on the forehead, then the nose. His arms wrapped tightly around you. He was taller than you, and so he opted to pull your face to rest on his chest as he pressed his cheek on your hair. His breathing slowly calmed down. His eyes were closed but he was not asleep.

"I've missed you so much", he murmured. His voice was always so expressive, so evident of the pain or joy he felt.

You held him tighter, hiding your face in his chest. "I missed you too", your whisper was almost inaudible; but he heard it and chuckled as he petted your hair.

You pulled your body upwards. You reached for two of the pillows you had scattered around with your dalliance and placed them side to side for your heads to rest. He cupped your cheek, his thumb brushing up and down your skin.

"You said this is a mystery novel", you told him, arms hooking underneath his before resting your palm on his back, "I'm curious, what's the mystery"

He smiled. "I don't think I'll reveal it just yet", he said, "And please don't do so either even if you find it out yourself." He placed another kiss on your nose, moving his body close enough for his forehead to touch yours once more. His one arm snaked underneath you. "Call me greedy", he said, "But I'd like to hold you in my arms at the very least a little bit longer"

He closed his eyes again. His lips were smiling as he appreciated the moment to its full.

You smiled too. "How could I ever object to that?", you told him and followed his example.

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I never had a taglist until today but:

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This feels lowkey weird

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bedoballoons · 1 year

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Genshin Men Headcannons:

~Waking you up in the morning~

(Includes: Venti, Xiao, Kazuha, Heizou, Wanderer, Aether, Albedo, Zhongli, Alhaitham, Ayato, Kaveh, and Diluc)

Summary: GN! Reader! Really fluffy!

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Venti:

Venti sat at the edge of the bed, a gentle breeze blowing through the room as he hummed quietly. He leaned forward placing a gentle kiss on your forehead, before quietly speaking, "Good morning...the sun's already out waiting for us." He leaned his head softly against yours with a dreamy smile as you slowly opened your eyes.

Xiao:

Xiao stared at you for a moment, moving a piece of hair away from your face, letting his hand rest on your cheek. He placed the softest kiss on your lips before gently setting down a qinxing flower by the night stand and disappearing away. He preferred to let you sleep in, not wanting to wake you from such a deep rest.

Kazuha:

Kazuha was holding you gently, his forehead against yours as he watched you peacefully, you looked so beautiful even in sleep. He wished the two of you could stay like this forever and even as the sun began to rise he didn't dare move. He'd let you decide when you both wake up.

Heizou:

Heizou smiled, leaning over you he placed gentle kisses on your face, each one filled with love till he landed on your lips. He deepened the kiss just enough to stir you awake before whispering into your ear, "I love you~"

Wanderer:

He rolled his eyes, slightly annoyed he had to wake you. He softly shook you, mutter light curses under his breath when you refused to open your eyes. He bit his lip considering wether to just leave you there and continue on with his day...but he actually enjoyed your presence even if he didn't admit it. "...wake up...it's morning."

Aether:

Aether smiled happily at you, leaning in close he placed a kiss on your cheek before giving you soft loving butterfly kisses. "Wake uuuup I made breakfast.." His hand gently taking yours and holding it till you started to open your eyes. The delicious smell of your favourite breakfast making you hungry.

Albedo:

Albedo didn't wake you up just yet, instead he had set petals all over the bed and got out his paints. You looked so sweet, peaceful and he couldn't help but want to capture the moment. The sun beaming in slightly through the window onto you, it's rays illuminating you in the perfect way. You woke up a bit later to find him making breakfast his painting of you proudly displayed for you to see.

Zhongli:

Zhongli placed a gentle hand on your cheek, leaning in he gave you a soft kiss, the smell of hot tea and coffee making your body long for their warmth. His voice was almost a whisper as he spoke to you, "Good morning, I've ordered breakfast and though I know you'd prefer to sleep in, I'd like you to join me for morning tea...watch the sunrise, it truly is beautiful." The way he spoke you couldn't help but agree with him your eyes fluttering open.

Alhaitham:

Alhaitham didn't wake you, instead he left a note apologizing for his absence with a good amount of mora next to it for you to buy yourself a nice breakfast. He had felt bad for not being able to stay with you but he was busy and didn't want to wake you at the early time he had to leave...

Ayato:

Ayato placed a soft kiss against your lips, his hand softly holding up your chin and his breath warm on your face. "Good morning my love..." He said quietly, in his free hand he held a a small twig of sakura flowers and their soft floral scent smelled wonderful on him. He kissed you again, all of the perfect things he had done pulling you out of your sleep.

Kaveh:

Kaveh gently nuzzled his face against yours, a bright smile on his face as he wrapped his arms around you. His words quiet yet filled with excitement, "Good morning you goregous being! How about today we go for a walk, I heard there loads of butterflies in this one area and I think it would be wonderful to sketch their. I even have enough mora to buy us each a coffee~" His offer was tempting and as he kissed your cheek you could only smile, opening your eyes to greet him.

Diluc:

Diluc gentle moved your hair out of your face, he almost reconsidered waking you at the sight of you sleeping so peacefully but Adelinde had already made breakfast and he knew you wouldn't want it cold. He gently kissed your lips before speaking, "Join me for breakfast? I'll carry you down stairs..." His invitation was enough to pull you out of dreamland and back into reality, his arms wrapping around you.

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~Requests open!~

Sorry if any of these are a little ooc! I had a tough night and I think my writing is lacking a little because of it...I hope you still enjoyed though!

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storysprite · 4 months

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Resplendor of the Gods - Gloria Matri. Gloria Filio. In Saecula Saeculorum.

About Resplendor:

(Part 1 of 3)

The anniversary of Raiden Makoto's death was for Ei the most painful time of any year. A reminder of when, as far as Ei is concerned, Inazuma lost its true light. Of which, in her mind, she is only a shadow.

It did not help matters that her son was also first awakened on the anniversary of this tragic day, which to Ei was a foreboding sign.

For this reason, she had at first not released to the public the divine name of her firstborn. As though to shelter it and therefore her son from the fate of the world.

It was not until she realised that on the worst of days, and through any pain her son felt, that Ei's smile was able to restore life and light to his countenance. That to her son, she was not merely a shadow. But the very light of his life.

As such, on one particular anniversary of Makoto's death and the celebration of the boy's life, the Narukami chose to reveal to her son a divine secret.

"Resplendor?" asked the young lad, sitting at the table of Tenshukaku's secluded garden which overlooked the whole of Inazuma City.

"That is correct," said Ei setting down a plate of homemade Tamago Kake Gohan. She smiled seeing that her son no longer recoiled at the sight of her cooking. A sure sign of improvement ever since taking lessons from her familiar Yae Miko.

"You mean light?" asked the boy chomping down his rice, just before correcting himself with a 'sorry' for talking with his mouthful.

Ei reached across the table and gave him a gentle pat on the head in acknowledgement of his ever-growing sense of etiquette.

Then she answered him: "Resplendor is more than light. That's just how most in the mortal world see it before they get to understand what it is. If ever."

The boy finished his third bite and then asked, "So what is it then?"

"Resplendor is the Poetry of Life made manifest," answered Ei.

"The Poetry of Life?"

"The Poetry of Life is the enchantment born of what the world is and how we experience it. A power at the very cusp of reality that rests in between life and lore. Dreaming and waking. Truth and tale," said Ei. "It lives in the love of two infatuated young people who can't help but see the other as perfect. And the love between those who've been together for years, who see each other's flaws as part of the tapestry of their life together and delight in the beauty of a bigger picture.

"It lives in the toy that to others is just one among many. But to a child, it's an irreplaceable gift given by their parent. The Poetry of Life lives in the legends people cling to that are more important than the events they recount. You experience it all the time without realising it.

“Resplendor is the power of Gods to experience this sublime poetry as a real world in and of itself. To see and experience parts of reality in a way mortals can't. But also to bring parts of that bountiful realm into the world to beautify reality and bring about new works on the tapestry of fate. That's why stories of the Gods and their powers sound so mystical. The stories themselves are a part of that Resplendor. And the divine light mortals often see is the most accessible form it can visually take."

(Part 2 of 3)

In awe of his mother's sayings, perhaps captured by the Resplendor of the moment the boy had long forgotten his meal and sat spoon in hand lingering on her every word.

"Woah," he finally managed to say. Ei smiled. Had this been any other child she would have imagined that her words had gone over their head.

But her son was a bright boy who had more 'whys' on his lips than the number of Sakura petals in all of Inazuma. And each answer he got would normally be followed by a question more complex or insightful than the ones before.

"Can every God use Resplendor?" he asked.

"In other words, is this something you can use now. But I'm going to tell you to wait till you're older. But you're going to try anyway and then hurt yourself and I'm going to have to ground you over and over because getting hurt the first time won't be enough to stop you trying again?" asked Ei.

The boy held a serious face for a few seconds. But the mask quickly slipped as he left out a sly smirk.

"Using Resplendor can occur naturally. But most of the time deliberate use takes years of practice," said Ei.

"Do you use it a lot?" asked the boy.

"I use it more now since you've been born. But in the past, that was my Raiden Makoto's area of focus. And we still see it today reflected in the beauty of this land, its people and culture," said Ei. "But using Resplendor saps from the same kind of divine life that Gods pour into the more commonly known manifestations of power. Particularly the kind you see in battle. As a seasoned warrior who has spent much of her life in defence of Inazuma against outside threats, my divine power has turned more towards manifesting this kind of force in the real world than going into and drawing from the realm of Resplendor."

The boy looked confused. "But there are plenty of warrior Gods who have stories filled with Resplendor or mystical powers. You as well," said the boy.

"Yes but these types of Gods tend to have less of them than other Gods," answered his mother. "And their Resplendor tends to manifest in the heat of battle. Which has its unique flavour of glory. But it's the kind that if you indulge in too much without the right heart, will lead to that deity having a Resplendor that tends more towards pure terror than awe. Darkness rather than light.

The dark and tainted glory of monsters, malovent spirits and beasts of the deep. Which is why Gods who don't focus on battle, tend to have a Resplendor that are more... uplifting."

"Like Uncle Venti or Aunt Nahida," said the boy.

"Exactly," answered his mother. "But for Venti often that's just him being jolly after a few drinks, rather than Resplendor. Although... it may be a unique sort of his own making."

(Part 3 of 3)

The two shared a laugh in the garden, warmed by the rising sun which heralded the dawn of day as bright as their smiles.

But soon after, the brightness on Ei's face dimmed down to a more sombre tone.

"So later on..." she started. "When we get our royal portrait done, you'll be able to use it in the future to recapture the Resplendor of our time spent on this day. A lovely Memento should the time come when I'm no longer around."

"Erosion..." said the boy with a heavy heart. He lifted his head towards the sky and narrowed his eyes with disgust at the island floating far above them.

"Yes," said Ei. "It seems that Erosion is a dark Resplendor cast upon the world by The One Who Came."

"Can't you cast it off with your Resplendor?" her son asked, desperate for any sign of hope on her face.

"Perhaps... If I cut myself off as much as I can from the throne of the heavens, forsook the mortal realm entirely and secluded myself for ages to come in deep meditation then there is a chance that this might be achieved," said Ei. "But the chances are slim and should they be altered of this because I made a mistake by not being detached enough, Inazumans are the ones who will face a most terrible curse just like... No.

“My heart is too close to the world for me to achieve it. Were I still grieving Makoto perhaps I'd find the strength to do so. But... Now... I have you."

The boy did not look comforted by these words.

"So it's my fault that you can't get stronger?" he whimpered.

"Fault?" said Ei. Immediately she rushed to his side and took him into her embrace.

"You are no fault," she said. "I have willingly poured into you the best of my Resplendors. That you may grow and nurture it and one day be free from the power of the One Who Came. That is my desire. For you to be happy and free. And to my surprise, I discovered that by giving myself up for you in this way, I have poured a Resplendor that transcends the laws of this world and planted within you the seeds of your redemption. And perhaps of Inazuma and all of Teyvat as well. You are no fault, my dear boy. If anything, you are my strength. And perhaps one day you will find others in like spirit as yourself."

"Don't worry Mother," said the boy, taking his turn to pat her on the head for once. "I'll help save you and all of Teyvat. Then we can be together forever."

Ei smiled at her dear and precious son. "Of that," she said. "I have no doubt.”

#genshin fanart #genshin impact #inazuma #raiden ei #raiden shogun #electro archon #raiden makoto #raiden shogun and scaramouche #scaramouche #wanderer

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aldryrththerainbowheart · 1 year

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White Day with Ayato, Itto and Xiao

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Kamisato Ayato, Arataki Itto, Xiao

Relationships: Character x reader

Note: Welp, this took longer that I expected 🤣🤣🤣. I apologize to everyone who's been told 14th of March that it'll be finished either that day or day after. Things have happened, as usual but there it is, finally. White Day fics inspired by official art released by Genshin.

You’ve been running errands all around Inazuma City. Delivering some letters to the Tenryou commission, meeting with some friends in Komore teahouse, then a quick visit to Aoi for some groceries. When you finally collapsed on a lone bench it was late in the afternoon. You tilted your head back and watched the spring breeze play with Sakura petals when you heard a familiar voice.

“There you are.” The voice was low, smooth, and quiet, like a calm river current. This person needn’t raise their voice to capture people’s attention. Finally, you’ve lifted your head to swim in pools of periwinkle. Ayato was a heavenly vision on most days, but today it seemed like he put extra effort to look good. The white of his kimono was even more pristine, his shoes twice as polished. Meanwhile, you fixed your windswept hair with one hand as you tried to untangle the other out of the shopping bag.

“Good afternoon, Kamisato-dono,” you smiled apologetically as if to find a suitable excuse for your bedraggled state. You were always nervous when you were in his presence in less than your best state.

A slight frown marred Ayato’s handsome features. “Why such formalities? I thought I specifically asked of you to call me by my name.” He leaned down to put his handsome face even closer to yours. You felt your heart start to beat wildly.

“There are people my-” He moved his face closer still with the same innocent expression, but the demand in his eyes was more than clear.

“Ayato,” you whispered and felt your face warm up.

Ayato straightened up with a pleased nod. “Now, it’s time for me to whisk you away, my dear. I was looking for you everywhere but you seem to elude me every time.” You opened your mouth to apologize once more, but then you noticed an elegantly wrapped purple box in his hands.

He lifted the box to you with the softest of smiles, “Happy White Day, my love.”

You blinked at him once, twice, then it dawned on you.

“Archons! That was today?!” You stood up quickly, giving Ayato almost whiplash, as you scrambled for an apology. Ayato reassured you swiftly, saying he understands you were busy.

“Now,” he cuts your stuttering with seductive intent in his voice, “how about we find some more private place, and I feed them to you personally.” Ayato finishes his flirtation with a heavy smolder.

You felt yourself heating up once more when you caught sight of the contents of the chocolate box.

“Ayato?”

“Hm?”

“You’ve eaten some of them.”

He gave you his best faux innocent smile.

“I bought us the chocolates.”

“Over here!”

A booming voice alerted you of another presence as you wobbled dangerously on the ladder. You were changing lamps around the Komore teahouse and overall preparing the outside sitting for the spring. When the local delinquent decided to pay you a visit. He fooled around quite often recently, and despite other staff being concerned for you, you never were annoyed by his presence. Rather, you find it energizing.

“Itto! Wait!”

His presence was currently way too energizing for your liking as he took it upon himself to climb onto a very old rackety ladder as well. The last thing you see is Itto’s horrified expression as the latter tips over. You scrambled to at least catch the edge of the roof, but alas your fingers only brushed the glazed surface.

You let out a scared yelp as you plummeted to the ground. Your sudden impact on the ground was disturbed by a pair of burly arms.

“Crap! Are you ok? I guess the ladder was frailer than I thought…eheheh.” Itto chuckled awkwardly.

You weren’t prepared for such close contact with the bright amber hues of Itto’s eyes. His goofiness and innocence often distracted you from how handsome the young man was. Thankfully, you haven’t had the chance to splutter some nonsense to cover the reddening of your face, as he gently set you down.

“So, uh…” Itto ran a hand through his white locks as you tried not to focus on the flexing of his bicep as he did so. “I wanted to ask when your shift will be over. I wanted to show you something.”

You patted down your clothes and looked around the teahouse. Everything seemed prepared. You’ll just have to let others know you’re leaving.

“I’m done for today. I’ll just put down an apron and I’m ready to go!” you said as you have him a bright smile.

As if you haven’t had enough climbing for the day, Itto brought you to one of the biggest sakura trees near the city and started climbing it.

“Uhh…Itto, I’m not sure about this,” you said as you watched him prop himself on one of the thicker branches. He turned towards you and with a winning grin, he extended his hand towards you.

“Trust me.”

And you did. You let him pluck you from the ground as if you weighed nothing and place you next to him. Then, you climbed the tree with him in tow as he watched your every movement in case you slipped again. Until you finally sat at the place he deemed perfect.

With the swinging feet, you watched Inazuma city from afar as if you could place it in the palm of your hand.

“Pretty neat huh? I found it by accident when I was flung by a ruin guard.” he winced, probably remembering the impact. You couldn’t help but giggle, he always brought a smile to your face. As Itto listened to your cheerful laughter, he felt his heart skip a beat. It’s now or never.

“You’re…You’re really awesome, you know that.”

You turned from the landscape and looked at Itto in surprise at such a heartfelt confession. You noticed pulling a bouquet out of nowhere. After closer inspection, you noticed it was a bouquet made out of lollipops.

“I meant to get you chocolates but I forgot…so I had to improvise…” he scratched the back of his neck in embarrassment. He popped one in his mouth and handed the bouquet to you.

“All of these, just for you!”

The endearing smile, the spark in his eyes, and the sugary treats in his hand. It was all too much, you couldn’t help yourself.

You plucked the lolly out of his mouth and before Itto could react, you placed a big smooch on his lips. He tasted sweet, just as you suspected.

The formidable yaksha tightly grips a small box wrapped in a ribbon. Easy now, he practiced this many times. He approaches you, reveals his intentions in the clearest way possible, and then gives you these chocolates. No need to be nervous, and yet as your charming smile catches his sight he suddenly forgot the speech he prepared.

He swallows a lump in his throat and steps forward. At that moment he notices a person talking to you. They’re standing rather close for his taste, and there’s this besotted look on their face. You accept a suspiciously looking package and wave them off. Xiao finally comes to you and watches as you put the package onto the pile with two other ones.

This can’t be real.

Was it his bad karma that caused this? You confessed to him last year. Approached him with a hopeful smile, adoration in your eyes and almond tofu carefully wrapped in a bamboo leaf box. Only when he rejected you he realized just how much your happiness means to him as he saw your face fall with such heartbreak. Now, he’s on the tables have turned, and he’s the one standing there dejectedly with a useless gift in his hands.

“Xiao, good to see you!” your cheerful greeting irked him even more. “It’s been a while, how are you?”

“I see you’ve gathered quite a group of admirers.” Xiao ignored your question and tried his hardest not to be spiteful toward you. He clutched the chocolates in his hands. It feels a little ridiculous to give you these, considering…

“Hm, what is this?” The Adepti watches in horror as you swipe the box out of his grasp. Unlike other boxes on the pile, you unwrap this one immediately.

“Mint cookies? I haven’t had those in ages! A bakery in Mondstadt stopped making these. Where did you…?”

“I didn’t-that is…I made them.” Xiao stammered with a blush rising to his cheeks.

You finally looked at him, balking.

“You…you made these??”

Xiao wrought his hands together. This wasn’t part of his speech, what were those words again? The truth is, he doesn’t want to admit that ever since his rejection, he’s been thinking about you constantly, that all this time he looked for ways to get you back, that he traveled all the way to Mondstadt and terrorized local confectionery until they surrendered their cookie recipe to him, or that he spent next months learning how to make these, one burned batch after another until the cookies were perfect.

Instead of waiting for the answer, you pulled one out of the box and bit into one. Xiao waited with bated breath. He did everything to hone his baking skills until they were honed to perfection.

He let out a breath when he heard your appreciative hum.

“These are amazing! Just like I remember.”

You gave the yaksha one of your most beautiful, dazzling smiles, and before he could think it over, Xiao hear himself saying: “I would make you these every day if you chose me.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. At this point, Xiao’s face went completely ruddy but he tried to maintain his composure by looking as stoic and unflinching as ever.

Cute.

“Well…” you wiped the remaining crumbs from the corner of your mouth, “how can I say no to a deal like that.”

You pulled him close and Xiao could only hopelessly close his eyes in shyness as you pressed another cookie to his lips.

#genshin impact #genshin impact kamisato ayato #kamisato ayato x reader #kamisato ayato x you #ayato x reader #ayato x you #genshin impact arataki itto #arataki itto x reader #arataki itto x you #x reader #itto x you #genshin impact xiao #xiao x reader #genshin impact white day art #white day drabble

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sasusakucoded · 8 months

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Sasuke has few nice memories when he was still a genin in Konoha. Although small in number, Sasuke treasures and keeps them in his heart. One particular memory that he will never forget is when Sakura took care of him at the hospital. So, when they traveled together, he wanted her to know that he remembers and it matters to him.

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He looked at Sakura thinking about the flowers. She went there everyday, bringing him a fresh flower daily. To that day, he still couldn't believe that someone would care for him like that.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun, let's go? I'm done packing our stuff.

Sasuke: *nods*

She had been with him for 3 days. Still, he was not used to having someone walk, talk, and eat with him. He didn't want her to feel awkward around him but he didn't know what to do.

Sakura wasn't bothered by the silence though. She knew his personality and expected that awkward moments would happen in the first few days.

Sasuke: Sakura.

Sakura: Hm?

Sasuke: *gives her a white camellia*

Sakura: S-Sasuke-kun! *blushes; takes the flower* Thank you for this camellia.

Sasuke: That is this flower's name? Camellia?

Sakura: *nods smiling*

Sasuke: D-Do you.. Um.. Do you remember when we were still genin and I was at the hospital? And you visited me everyday?

Sakura: Yes, of course! Um.. Sasuke-kun? What's with the sudden—

Sasuke: I haven't thanked you properly for that..

Sakura: *smiles* You don't have to. *stares at the flower*

Sasuke watched her hold it until they reached their destination. She brushed her finger through the petals before putting it into her bag.

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Four days had passed and Sasuke gave Sakura another camellia bloom. That time, it was a different variety. It was a striking red like his sharingan.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun, this is so beautiful! *smells* Thank you. *blushes*

Sasuke: *nods* It doesn't have a scent though, I'm afraid.

Sakura: It's totally fine! Its beauty makes up for it! *giggles* It's also the perfect time because the first one you gave has wilted today.

Sasuke: Really?

Sakura: *nods* Thanks again, Sasuke-kun!

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Sasuke and Sakura went for long walks again. It was three days after Sasuke gave Sakura the flower bloom. On their way, he gave another camellia to her. It was another variety, a reddish bloom with yellow stigma.

Sakura: *looks at it closely* It's so pretty. Thank you, Sasuke-kun!

Sasuke: *nods* Do you like it?

Sakura: Yes!

Sasuke: Okay.

At first, Sakura wondered if Sasuke just picked a camellia whenever they passed by them. She learned it wasn't the case. They'd seen other camellias along the way but he didn't pick any of them. He only gave her a flower when the one he gave before has already wilted.

Sakura: /thinks/ But how does he know the exact day it becomes withered?

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Sakura wanted to know but she didn't want to ask him. After all, the surprise made her heart flutter in the most unsuspected times.

But, the curious girl in her made her want to find out. She monitored the last flower she received, so that she would know when he would give her a new camellia.

As they walked, she watched his every move quietly knowing he'd pick a flower along the way. After walking a few kilometers, she finally saw them— pink camellias that are almost the same hue as her hair.

Sasuke carefully picked two blooms with one stroke. Swiftly, he kept one into his pocket.

Sasuke: Sakura. *hands her a flower*

Sakura: Thank you, Sasuke-kun.. *smiles and smells it* This one is particularly fragrant.. So lovely!

Sasuke: Really? That's nice.

Sakura: Um, Sasuke-kun.. Can I ask you something?

Sasuke: What is it?

Sakura: I saw you picked two flowers.. But you only gave me one.. May I know why you kept the other one?

Sasuke: Ah. I— Um—

Sakura: No, no! Sorry, I didn't mean to make it difficult—

Sasuke: No, Sakura. It's fine. It's.. It's a crude method of mine. I keep one so that I'll know if the one I gave you has wilted.. So, I can get you a fresh one..

Sakura: Sasuke-kun!

Sasuke: The path we're taking.. It's called the flower path. There are many wild flowers along this way.. I thought we can start our journey here.. I thought you'd like it.

Sakura: I do! I love walking with you! *looks at the pink camellia* In fact.. Whatever path we may take, I'll like it as long as we're walking side by side like this.

Sasuke: Really?

Sakura: *nods* But I must admit.. The camellias you've been giving me made me more cheerful and motivated. *smiles*

Sasuke: That's.. That's the same feeling I felt before.. When I was at the hospital.

Sakura: That's long time ago, Sasuke-kun. *giggles* I promise you, we'll make better memories from this day forward.

Sasuke: *smiles* Yeah.

Sakura: *gives him 3 daffodils*

Sasuke: Sakura?

Sakura: Who said you're the only one allowed to give beautiful flowers? *chuckles* Thank you, Sasuke-kun.

Sasuke: *smiles shyly* Thank you, Sakura.

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To this day, Sakura still keeps camellias in her office. She looks at them whenever she misses her husband.

#sasusaku #sasusaku headcanon #ss headcanon #uchihas #sscoded no 222

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the-sinful-voice-witch · 1 year

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SONAMY ongoing evolution

I've been playing Sonic frontiers and I watched Sonic prime and I read the IDW comics... Omg where's do I start???

Sonic frontiers is just a work of art in general, but the sonamy inside is just beautifully portrayed, I can say that Ian Flynn totally ships them 😌😌. I'm just so utterly happy how things had changed even if it took so many years

Sonic changed a lot his perception of Amy! 🥲🥲🥲 Also the detail of the umbrella line, remember that sonic was created in Japan, say fellow anime fans what does usually means when two characters share an umbrella? What does it mean when students in Japan draw an umbrella in the blackboard with two names written under it? It is clear that Ian Flynn totally knows the meaning and the MUSIC! Seriously those scenarios with Amy and that music felt like it came right out of a shojo anime😖😖😖💗💗

But also the feels... THE FUCKING FEELS!! The way Amy is kind of too calm with her situation but Sonic is just so worried and you could tell how worried he was even if he tried to play it cool... His expressions girl... Look at him with his cute ears dropped 🥲🥲🥲 Guys this game fed us good stuff... We shippers finally got what we had always wanted.

Next topic: Sonic Prime.

So I'm a bit conflicted, cause i only liked one of Amy's different designs and that was Thorn Rose, I'm obsessed with her hair but dude Rusty Rose? That could have been better... Also why Rusty Rose and not Metal Rose? Cyborg Rose? Badnik Rose? Mecha Rose? Robot Rose? Rusty sounds a bit degrading... It is because she was made like that by the Egg council? Pff also her robot appearance is just so ugly! What with that eye? But I love the dark concept and I love her SASS 🤣🤣🤣🤣Anyway my problem with Rusty Amy and Sonic is that it feels like the situation is not treated nearly as serious as Nine situation and boy ok you are a hurt loner with bully victim issues but Amy is basically dead, like there's no flesh or organs in her, she literally has a Birdy as a source of life and what is the outcome of that? Is there another outcome different from Gamma's fate in sonic adventure? Because the second Amy gets back her emotions she will want to release the bird... But more importantly... I can't wait to see Shadow react to her... This is the girl that reminded him of Maria, i really shouldn't but I really have high expectations for what kind of interaction will they have, we really need to see Shadow and Amy interact more let's be honest. As for the other Roses, there's no much to say about Black Rose but with Thorn we got good stuff too:

But I have to say one thing... Ok I know Amy is a strong power character but... It's a bit ridiculous that she could fight off characters like Rouge and Knuckles THAT EASY is just...🙃🙃🙃 Well i loved the part when he tries to reason with her all like: you liked me... A bit? Remember? And she is just so irritated and done with him already 🤣🤣🤣 but then... We also got this:

Actually touch her cheek you COWARD!!😤😤 Also when he was about to smash her and but stopped because he has a flashback of his Amy 😭😭😭, it's curious that Thorn Rose seems to be more impactful in Sonic than Rusty Rose which is ok but is odd plot speaking, after all Rusty is the one in the worst condition and is the one hunting him down, I'll just wait for next season and see what happens

And last but not the least I Shall say something about THIS!!

This illustration hit me right in the kokoro, date with hands holding and Sakura petals... is pure shojo manga energy!! I'm so blessed 😭😭💗💗

And of course the important reminder that Amy is a POWER CHARACTER and that's why she and knuckles make a good POWER SIBLINGS team as I stated in their own post about them... And dear Silver fucking gave her a COLOSSAL hammer 😂😂😂do not mess with the pink hedgehog buddy, and of course Sonic knows exactly how awesome she is as it should be, seriously she is really getting better and better, i really hope we'll see her in the next movie

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sonic idw #amy rose #sonamy #sonic prime #sonic the hedghog movie #sonic frontiers

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wonik1ss · 1 year

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flower girl — ga.m

pairing : garam x 6th!member

song rec : antifreeze - yerin baek

Garam

Garam the girl who always played with you during your first fan sign.

Garam the girl who was able to find you blind folded within 30 second.

Garam the girl who helped you throught your first day of school.

Garam your bestfriend? No she had to be more!

“ Y/n look over here “. Garam yelled at you as you moved to look at your fellow member as you were welcomed with a bright flash. “ Did you really have to do that Garam “. You squinted as you tried to look for her. “ Y/n! You mean your flower girl! Garam said as she hit you as you started to get your sight back.

You smiled as your flower crowned member took more pictures of you as you posed and you both laughed.

“ Time to dance ! “. Chaewon yelled as you all got of your seats getting into your new positions which had now put you in garams place as fearless began to play. “ Watch it Garam “. You giggled as you friend bumped into you and winked back at you. “ It’s not my fault I’m not used to your position “. She said then sticking her tongue out at you. You both laughed as the dance continued and you and her, and all of your members danced like fools thanks to the random switch up.

“ I’m fearless Huh ! “ Sakura yelled as the dance came to an end. Leading to your ending poses and then Garam automatically clinging on to you as sour grapes began to play.

During her lines Garam always looked at you as did you when her line started. “ Love is sour, love is sour grapes “. Garam sang as she looked you straight in the eye, as she threw petals around.

During the fan sign Garam was made a Flower Girl since all of her fans gave her flowers. Which she made everyone of the members call her, but she made you called her Flower Girl forever after that one moment.

“ Ok now we will be playing a game where one of the Le sserafims members will be blind folded; and have to find out which member is the one they are made to find! With no sound and no questin put a 5 touches to see who the member is ! “ The host said as all of your members and the viewers waited to see who would go first.

“ First we will have the oldest 07’ member Garam try to find the youngest Y/n ! “. Everyone clapped as Garam was blindfolded; and the rest of you and your members were switched around to make sure the older 07’ couldn’t tell who is who.

As garam turned around she went to last person on line who was Yunjin and touched all over her face. Yunjin couldn’t help but smile as Garam said. “ This is definitely not Y/n she would have tried to bite my finger by now.

Next Eunchae. “ Her hands are to small.. this is Eunchae definitely ! “. The younger girl frowned as Garam moved on to her next target.

“ This is not Y/n !! I remember she wore a crop top today !! “. “ This is Chaewon I can feel that she’s making that judgy face she always makes “. Chaewon rolled her eyes as Garam finally got to you.

As Garam touched all over your face and hands she got closer. So close there was barely no space between you and the older girl. Flustered you moved back. “ This is definitely Y/n I always try to kiss her but she always moves back when I do!! “.

Garam said as eveyone one went bug eyes. “ 30 SECONDS “. The host yelled as Garam room of her blindflood to look at your stunned face going in to kiss your forehead. “ Ofcourse I would be able to recognize my little chicken “.

“ And this Is the Auditorium “. Garam said as you both went into the large Auditorium at SOPA. Your old school was to far so source music thought It would be better if you went to SOPA with Garam instead, so she was showing you around.

“ So how do you like everything Y/n “. Garam said as she turned to look at you. “ Everything is great Garam ! I wish I transferred here sooner “. You giggled as you turned to the girl next to you to see her frowning right at you. “ What’s wrong Gara- “.

“ Flower Girl “. You rolled your eyes as you began to see what the older girl was so mad at.

“ My name is Flower Girl “. You sighed as Garam began to speak again.

“ Do you know what I always make you call me Flower Girl Y/n? “. You shake your head.

“ I do it because right now I’m a flower girl who just will be throwing the flowers out of my, little basket when your getting married “. Garam got closer to you as you started to blush. “ But soon I’ll be the one getting married to you.. “. Garam said as she looked down at your lips.

You finally got it.. Garam was for you.. She always took care of you.. Stook up for you.. And constantly flirted with you of and on screen. “ Why can’t we just skip the flower girl part “. Garam looked back at your eyes in confusion.

“ Why don’t you just skip the flower girl part and be mine right now “. You said as the girl nodded her head furiously at the notion as you cupped her cheeks and kissed her.

You finally got it.. She was your flower girl.. Your one and only Flower Girl.

#kpop fanfic #kpop #kpop idol x reader #kpop imagines #kpopidol #kpop gg #kpop girls #kpop smau #reader x idol #reader insert #garam #le sserafim garam #garamas #kim garam

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samrsgyi · 10 months

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Lovemail 💌 [ Mitsuri ]

( No note )

Warnings ⚠️: Romance ,Suggestive, Cunnilingus, Fingering, Nipple play, Pet names, Aftercare + cuddles

Reader is Fem!

Minors do not interact

18+

Enjoy 🍓

Today was the day it was Valentine's day. The one day where it was Time to confess to your true love Mitsuri Kanroji. You had invited her to a dinner that you think she'll love. Well, she is a fast eater but that wasn't the point. So when it turned to night you asked your mom to help you with your kimono. She asked you if she tied the obi too tight but you said it was fine and that you didn't mind. You had everything in mind. You walked through all the markets looking for mitsuri but no sight of her. Then you realized the air had a sense of eerieness to it and got scared. You didn't realize until something crept up behind your back and startled you. It was mitsuri and you scolded her lightly saying that she can't just do that. She giggled and apologized. You sighed and decided to leave it. As you and mitsuri walked through the crowd, you hummed a tune from your favorite song.

Mitsuri: WHAAAA- Y/N- CHAN, YOU KNOW THAT SONG TOO?????

Y/N: Yeah, I used to sing it when I was younger.

Mitsuri: WHAT A COINCIDENCE, THAT'S MY FAVORITE SONG TO Y/N-CHAN!!!!!!!!

Y/N: Yup I can tell, just keep it down I don't want people telling you to shut up.

Mitsuri kept quiet but, just smiled through the way. You guys went to go and pick up some Sakura mochi and hanami dango along the way. You couldn't believe mitsuri had such an appetite she would be really strong. You smiled at her and took a bite out of your sakura mochi. Now you know why mitsuri likes Sakura mochi so much. As soon as you guys were done and about to go home, you instead asked mitsuri if you could stay at her place and of course she agreed. When you got to her place you noticed flower petals in the ground tracking each step. You stepped over each one lightly and mitsuri guided you up. Once you and mitsuri got to her room, she took both of your hands in hers. She sniffled a little with a warm smile on her face and then she spoke...

Mitsuri: L/N Y/N it was a very nice day with you today and I appreciate it a lot, but...can I please show you how much i cherish you now?

Something was definitely in the air that made you want her and made your body react to it a little.

It took a while for you to respond cuz you didn't know what to say but, then you nodded. She smiled at you and before she could even show you how much she cherishes you, you and mitsuri bowed down to each other saying...

( Both Mitsuri and Y/N ): Please take care of me...

You then turned around to let her take off your obi and let your kimono fall to the ground with the dim light of the candle showing. Mitsuri sighed faintly saying that you're beautiful. It took her a moment to realize what she said and you reassured her it was fine. You sat back and let her do the work. You realized that her rosy fingertips were now running up and down your body gently making you let out breathy moans.

Mitsuri: That's it sweet pea, relax for me.

Your hand touched hers gripping on to it gently signaling her to keep going. She sighed softly staring into your eyes with a love gaze and sparkling eyes letting you know that she wanted you really bad. You continued to let out breathy moans and sighs until her hand glided back down all the way to your clit making you moan a little loud this time. She was rubbing your clit with her thumb gently with her soft rosy finger tips sending pleasurable shock waves up your body. While thumbing at your clit she kissed you softly making you kiss her back and wanting more of her. She gave you small kisses telling you how much she loves you. She was teasing you too much but you didn't mind until you told her...

Y/N: Suri please wanna be full, need you so, so bad.

Mitsuri giggled at your response. That's until you realized she slipped two fingers inside your slit and curling them making you gasp and moan it pleasure. You rubbed yourself on her fingers looking into her eyes with drool running down your mouth. You squirmed against her while she finally decided to finger you even faster. You gasped and moaned along the way...

Y/N: Suri! Feels so good, keep going please.

Mitsuri: That's it kitten

She continued to finger you faster as you continued to let out mewls. You were close to cumming, really, really close...

Mitsuri: Kitten...I can feel you clenching around me, are you close yet?

Y/N: Yes! I'm very, very close please let me cum?

Mitsuri: Don't worry sweet pea, I will.

She had promised you that she would let you cum. You were tightening around her fingers yelling...

Y/N: Suri! I'm gonna cu-!

Mitsuri tugged at you nipples while pleasure shock up your core with euphoria filling up your mind as you came around her fingers. She took her fingers out of your hole and licked them making you giggle a little. But just as then as you thought she was done she laid down. You knew what she was doing but didn't have the words for it so, she spoke for you...

Mitsuri: Sit on my face, kitten.

You were stunned to speak but, followed instructions as you were supposed to. You aligned your entrance at her mouth with a sigh as you closed your eyes. Then you felt something warm and slick slip into you, it was her tongue. You let out a soft mewl as you opened your eyes again. She grabbed your thighs to pull you closer to her so that you could feel more pleased. You never knew mitsuri was this skilled with her tongue. You let out loud moans and squeals as she was licking your clit. You were grinding against her mouth when you looked down at her pleadingly. She could tell that you were close to cumming. So she sped up her tongue faster which led to you moaning even louder this time. You finally reached your peak and came in her mouth with a squeal. Euphoria washed over you while you rode out your high. You laughed and got off mitsuri's face and stood up. She giggled and spoke...

Mitsuri: Can I help you put back your kimono on?

Y/N: Sure thing

She helped you put it back on and wrapped your obi around you. She went to go and get you some sweets of strawberry mochi and strawberry milk. She came back and put two in your mouth and they were pretty soft. You and her laid down and cuddled for the rest of the night while she held you close to her...

Y/N: I guess dating a hero has its benefits

Mitsuri smiled but, you realized you couldn't stay with her you had to go home or your mom would be worried. You got up and so did Mitsuri and she looked confused...

Y/N: Suri, I can't stay here my mom would be worried

Mitsuri: I understand

Thank God she did. You were still stunned but realized, you needed to give her something. You took a letter out of your kimono and gave it to her, it was a love letter she looked back up at you but you were gone. You stepped outside quietly face palming yourself realizing you had just left your lover confused. But then again you knew she was still the cheery and joyful person she was.

End 💟

#mitsuri kanroji smut #Mitsuri kanroji x reader #Mitsuri Kanroji x Fem!reader #Sakura mochi #Hanami dango #Strawberry mochi #Strawberry milk

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glitterrosesnzz · 1 year

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Cherry Blossoms

finally managed to write a Wanderer fic. His name is Sakura in this, but I still wrote it as “Wanderer” in the prose cause it just felt natural.

Word Count: 1.1k

Aether hummed in contentment as he walked down one of the many cherry tree lined streets, taking a moment to appreciate the way the sunlight filtered through the branches, as well as the petals slowly dancing their way to the ground. It was beautifully silent- a thing probably aided by the fact that Paimon had run off with Xiangling, who was currently visiting Inazuma, with the promise of some good food.

But still, even as he stood there, admiring the scenery, he couldn’t help but believe it to be too quiet. Carefully, he looked over his shoulder at where the Wanderer was walking a few paces behind him.

He knew that the Wanderer didn’t like needless chatter, but something about how quiet he’d been since they’d gotten here seemed a little bit suspicious.

Aether slowed down his pace, moving back to walk in time with the Wanderer. As he did so, he could see the Wanderer’s shoulders stiffen, as he tilted his hat down to make sure that Aether couldn’t see his face. Once they were walking side by side, Aether slowly reached over, poking the Wanderer in the side, receiving a startled huff in response as the Wanderer took a step away.

“Oh, come on, Sakura.” Aether said, a certain lilt to his voice that made the Wanderer noticeably stumble. Somehow, he still stumbled, and had a tendency to run away, whenever Aether called him by the name he’d picked with that tone of voice- but thus far he’d made no active protest against it, so Aether had kept it up. “You can’t spend this whole time with your head down- don’t you want to take in the beautiful scenery? I named you after it for a reason, after all.”

That comment made the Wanderer’s breath hitch-

Before suddenly the puppet stopped breathing entirely.

Aether frowned as he stopped walking, the Wanderer also freezing in place, as Aether leaned down a little, tilting his head to the side, trying to see Wanderer’s expression, wondering if maybe he had pushed the other a bit too far. He knew that the other didn’t really need to breathe, but the fact he had stopped doing so was still concerning.

“...Are you okay?” He asked, as the Wanderer lifted shaky hands to somehow tilt his hat even further down, completely blocking Aether’s view of his expression. Aether let out a little sigh at the action, it wasn’t the first time he’d seen the Wanderer do such a thing. “Oh, c’mon now, don’t do that…”

Still no response. He still wasn’t breathing either.

Aether moved to stand in front of the Wanderer instead of beside him, the Wanderer showed no response to this action. Aether stared for a few moments, in contemplation.

Then he reached out, grabbing hold of the edge of the Wanderer’s hat, easily tilting it upwards in order to be able to see the Wanderer’s startled, and slightly flushed face. His eyes looked… a little watery, but not in sadness or anger. Aether, while a bit confused, gave him a bright smile.

“There you are, flower blossom.” He said, and the Wanderer instinctively drew in a breath, startled over the sudden nickname use-

And suddenly the Wanderer was stumbling back, breath hitching, his hat easily sliding off his head and staying in the Traveler’s hands as he stepped back, messing up his hair and revealing the flower crown made out of cherry blossoms resting on his head, a few more flowers appearing out of nothing and blooming as the Wanderer’s hands rose to cover his face, an expression Aether more easily recognized fluttering over the other’s face.

“HheH- hh…hH’nXtiu!” The Wanderer’s head snapped forwards with a stifled sneeze, but even stifling couldn’t stop the sudden burst of anemo that surged forth. Aether, instinctively, swapped his element to geo, planting his feet more strongly on the ground, holding up the Wanderer’s hat to cover part of his face for extra protection against the first gust of wind, before lowering it upon the realization that the anemo wasn’t even all that strong, even as the wind picked up a bit of the Wanderer entered a tiny fit of stifled sneezes. “HihH’NNxti! Hh-hEH’xNtiu! Hihh…hH’nXt!!”

Aether balanced the Wanderer’s hat on his hip as he watched the display, some cherry blossoms that had previously landed on the ground getting swept up and whipped around in the air, surrounding the Wanderer in a way that was, in fact, rather pretty. The wind started settling down a little, as the Wanderer pressed the back of his wrist against his nose, rubbing it furiously as though it would get rid of the tickle. Aether barely held back a small chuckle.

“You know,” He started, the Wanderer’s watery eyes snapping up to meet his. “That flower crown rather suits you, Sakura.”

The Wanderer’s face flushed a bright red, his attempt to glare at Aether ruined as a few more flowers appeared on his head and his breath hitched again.

“Sh-hH-... Shut uP- you…hEh… you’re not- not hh-helping-” A stray petal that had been knocked into the air by the Wanderer’s previous fit tumbled down, landing perfectly on the Wanderer’s nose, and that seemed to be the tipping point for him, as he broke into another fit, sending slightly stronger bursts of anemo forth, now unable to contain the tickle with mere stifles. “HhiH’IsHKiu! Hah-heH’inKshiu! HiIH’ksh! Hh..hIh-hH’iKShiu!!”

The sneezes sounded almost kittenish, and Aether couldn’t help the small laugh that managed to slip out. Shaking his head in amusement, he easily walked forwards through the bursts of wind, it was really nothing in comparison to some of the stronger winds that more experienced vision users could pull forth- the Wanderer’s vision was still a little weak, after all. Stepping forwards, he lightly pinched the Wanderer’s nose shut mid-hitch, the Wanderer letting out a small squeak of surprise, a sound Aether would definitely be teasing him about later. The other was still hitching, but at least the sneezing had stopped, if only for a moment.

Aether gently set the Wanderer’s hat back onto the Wanderer’s head, one of the Wanderer’s hands going up to grab hold of the edge of it, staring at Aether with confusion in his watering eyes- a few tears slipping out. Aether used his free hand to summon his teapot.

“Come on,” He said, “Lets get you out of the pollinated air before your allergies make you keel over.”

The Wanderer abruptly pulled back, freeing his nose from Aether’s grip as he practically hissed.

“I’m n-naht- not allergic- hHiH’nXTiu!! Hh’NnxTi!” He stifled two sneezes, and Aether had to reach out and steady the other’s hat to prevent it from falling off of his head with the force of it.

“You sure about that?” Aether asked, smirking down at the Wanderer, who avoided eye contact, a dark blush on his face and ears. “Lets go, I’ll even make you your favourite tea.”

“...Fine. HhH’iKshiu!”

#Gen/shin Imp/act #snz fic #snz

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beautiful-morningstar · 10 months

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˚ ｡𓇼 ｡ ˚༝Deep Blue Tide ༝ ˚ ｡𓇼 ｡˚

‘You still owe me that date’

‘Remember when we were going to get married?’

I want a redo.

I want to redeem myself.

I’ve hurt them so much - I’ve heard so much...

Let me make things right once and for all.

Emotions tug at his heart; feelings of regret, anger, sadness, happiness – there were so many mixed ones, so many that demanded he rectify some wrongs. They’d both agreed to move forward, give it a chance, because of that thing. He kicked his feet, childlike in the way he watched petals from overhanging sakura blossoms fall on the water, settled here on the bridge almost like he had stepped into another world. Worlds that were so many and far between, places they’d been to, and people they’d gotten close with. However, none of that mattered if they weren’t in perfect sync, and they hadn’t been for quite a while. Nonetheless, there was always a chance to fix things, an opportunity for change, and change it he would. He’d had many, many months to think things over, unscramble the confusing mess that was his broken and bleeding heart -- a chance to change it all.

That was all he wanted for them in the end. A place to confide, no more feelings of awkwardness, complete synchronization. He wanted his dragon to know more than anything that no matter what happened, no matter who’d they meet and who’d they interact with, there would never be anyone more important than them. They’d be with those they loved sure, they’d see many things, and experience emotions with those people but those ones they held dear would never have the same deep-seeded bond that the two celestials held. It was about time he proved just how much he actually cared. After all, warped and twisted as his emotions had become with that disgusting maggot of a parasite, he’d never had the opportunity to follow through on the one thing he’d only just become fully aware of; seemingly moments before that dirty thing attached itself and messed it all up.

So it was in this Japanese fantasy paradise, settled upon this bridge staring below at the placid water with the koi swimming about below his feet, that he looked up to glance at his surroundings one last time. This lush place that was both extravagant and simple, held everything that they both loved, he could be close to the water and the flowers and Lucien didn’t have to be anywhere but alone with his partner. He clasped his hands together, smiling to himself as his heart thrummed with excitement, he hadn’t initially known what to do for their little rekindling but now he had it all figured out. He knew exactly what he wanted. ‘Lucien, come to me will you?’ A sweet plea, with blue oceans closed to focus solely on their little link, once he was sure that his beloved had heard him he gave a gleeful little snicker and hopped off the fence to wait for him.

Once the ashen dragon stepped through, seemingly like a ghost from mist, the diviner perked and threw himself straight in to squish the much larger frame of the two. “My Lulu~! ♥” It was always said with the same dumb, joyful happiness that sounded more like it belonged to a chirpy child rather than an endless entity such as himself. “Isn’t this place beautiful?” He stepped back and gestured around them, blue eyes sparkling as he turned to walk back toward the bridge. “Come on, come on! This is our private place, we don’t have to worry about anyone coming and interrupting our time together, you wanted a date? You got one!”

Once the other joined him on the crimson bridge, he turned his attention back to the intently swimming fish, a softer and more relaxed sigh leaving him. “I have a wonderful little evening all planned out for us, it took me a long time to settle on something, so sorry for the wait. I just wanted things to be…perfect. You deserve that much at least.” He threaded their fingers together and gave a squeeze to the hand in his own, humming as he tugged him along the path of cobblestone, there were so many beautiful places to explore around the little garden. “Look at all the plants~ aren’t they also very pretty? I figured this was a good way for us to sit and talk but also rekindle some things. So, is there anything you want to ask me or address that’s bothering you before we get started or shall we just enjoy ourselves and not worry about it?”

#;;wcnderxlcst #[ He didn't forget ]

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OH AND NOW WE GET THE SHOT OF PETALS LANDING SOFTLY ON THE OUTSTRETCHED BLADE???

CLAMP DID NOT HOLD BACK

THEY GAVE US ALL THE IMAGERY THEY COULD AND IT WAS BEAUTIFUL

LIKE HELLO?? MOST ICONIC AND DRAMATIC WAY OF DOING THIS POSSIBLE???

The entire chapter is essentially just An Introduction to the three of them being Here in the most Amazingly Indulgent way possible and it’s all so GREAT

And can we talk about the fact that there are two petals? Safely resting on the sword? While a third hangs in the balance nearby?? Like YES 🔥🔥🔥 which petal is which? Who is who??? Is that Lava Lamp and Sakura together like they were when Syaoran was arriving? Or the Syaorans together in battle with Sakura’s heart in the balance nearby? Or Sakura and Syaoran together and Lava Lamp just off to the side, as Sakura’s heart wants?

Are there any good options? Is it all of them?

Is this the most Clamp thing to ever happen and will I even survive this turn of events??? I guess we’ll find out!

Eventually!

#Clamp went OFF #They were like YEAH THE DRAMA OK #THE DRAMA OF IT ALL #YOU CAN ALL HAVE MAXIMUM DRAMA #AS A TREAT #Liveblogging the reservoir chronicle #Tsubasa #Vol 174 #Lava Lamp GUy #Syaoran #Sakura #AND EVERYTHING

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The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 15: Live to Tell

Prev - Live to Tell - Next - Masterpost - [ AO3 ]

WC: 3378 - Rated: T - CW: swearing, non-graphic discussions of abuse

Janus depositions Logan in preparation for their court battle with Kelly. He tells Janus everything. Well, nearly everything. Everything relevant, Logan is certain.

I have a tale to tell Sometimes it gets so hard to hide it well I was not ready for the fall Too blind to see the writing on the wall

A man can tell a thousand lies I've learned my lesson well Hope I live to tell the secret I have learned 'Til then, it will burn inside of me - Live to Tell, Madonna

Roman stayed until Saturday afternoon. They spent the night on the couch, talking and… to be honest, each had dozed a bit, as well. Logan had fallen asleep first, warm and safe, wrapped in Roman's arms, holding him just as closely. The next morning, the boys didn’t question Roman’s presence and simply greeted him like he belonged there.

Despite his worries, they’d had a blissful weekend together, with cake and leftovers for breakfast, and a thrift store hunt for books and Doctor Who DVDs later in the day. Saying goodbye to Roman had been difficult, with wild fantasies of making a permanent space for him flitting through Logan's mind. But Remy's scheme to meet up the next weekend for the movie gave them all something to look forward to.

Remy’s housemate Emile came by Sunday afternoon after spending the weekend with his parents and they’d all fumbled their way through making sushi with the kit the boys had given him for his birthday. Emile had even gifted him a little matcha tea set, the sakura petals on the bamboo finish perfectly matching the kit from his sons.

By Sunday night, Remy, Virgil, and Emile had driven back up to Bellingham, and Logan had dropped off Patton at Kelly’s for her week with him. Neither had mentioned the papers.

He took his time getting ready for bed, drawing out the rote tasks. He flossed twice, refilled the hand soap bottles, changed out the towels in all the bathrooms. The weekend’s busyness, his sons’ laughter filling the house—and, thanks to Roman, his own—had pushed away his worries about Kelly’s filing and Monday’s deposition with Janus.

Now that he was alone again, it was impossible to think about anything else.

More times than he wanted to admit, he’d picked up his phone, tapping open his ongoing chat with Roman, and tried to imagine what he would say if he invited him over. Twice, he’d even started to type out the message, but no matter how he worded it, his request sounded… disrespectful. Dirty. Hey, Ro, my sons aren’t home. Wanna come over?

Shaking his head, he went downstairs to finish the laundry he’d neglected that weekend. Once that was done, he moved on to strip all the beds and, in a few loads, had washed all the sheets and blankets. By the time he’d folded the last comforter, still warm and smelling like that Saturday Roman had found him at the laundromat, the first birds had begun their morning calls. Logan made his bed, brewed a fresh pot of coffee, then stood in front of the kitchen window to watch the sunrise slowly open the blooms in his flower box.

When the bottom edge of the sun cleared the horizon, Logan rinsed his cup and got ready for work. If he left soon, he could take the bus in and not need to worry about the traffic over the bridge.

“A little odd to be on the other side of one of these, isn’t it?” Janus remarked as he sat across from him in his office. He tried not to listen when Janus asked Beatrice to ensure they weren’t disturbed, though he’d appreciated the way Janus had asked him to bring a stack of files from his office as a subtle subterfuge.

“More than a little,” he nodded.

Humming, Janus flipped through folders on his desk. “I see from the proceedings you represented yourself—”

“You have my court records?” Logan interrupted, eyes wild as he tried to recall what other information might be hidden away in those files.

Janus looked up, a faint frown wrinkling his brow. “I’m your attorney.”

“Right, yes, of course… I—I don’t mean…” He looked down at his hands. Janus was certain to rescind the Assistant AIC offer after all of this. This was even worse than the review of his Q-Law cases.

“Did you consult with anyone?”

“No.” He shook his head. “I… took care of it. Kelly was the petitioner. She… It was… I just wanted it done.”

Logan wasn’t sure if Roman had warned him or not, but Janus started very slowly with the rest of his questions, building out a chronological list of events in their marriage and separation. He captured the boys’ names and birthdays—they’d been redacted from the court record. They talked a bit about Virgil’s birth and his surgeries. Logan even told Janus how Virgil’s genetic screening had showed a hereditary component to the defect in his diaphragm. He admitted how, afterward, he’d had his own genome screened and confirmed he carried the gene.

Janus didn’t ask for more details, so he let the rest of that thread drop.

Instead, he began to ask about the… quality of his relationship with Kelly. Logan bit the inside of his cheek, fighting for control. He’d just managed to win a sliver of respect from his boss. He couldn’t… He couldn’t just throw that all away with some overly emotional reaction.

“We… we disagreed on…” Logan sucked in a slow breath, forcing his twitching hands to calm. Janus’ eyes flicked down to his lap and made a note in the margin of his yellow legal pad. “On a few important things about the boys.” He shrugged, “Like all married people, I suppose.”

He nodded slowly, writing without taking his eyes off of Logan’s expression. “Your parents… disagreed a lot?”

In one breath, Logan was back in his parents’ old rambler in Oregon. He sat on his closet floor, making flashcards, a heavy AP History textbook open on his lap. Surrounded by hanging clothes, with his blanket shoved against the gap at the bottom, his father’s shouted words and his mother’s occasional responses were muffled and difficult to make out.

But the tones were unmistakable. And far too familiar.

Logan couldn’t stop his hands from shaking so he crossed his arms over his belly, gripping and releasing the sides of his shirt. “Excellent motivation to get a scholarship to UW and move out on my own,” he said, an attempt at levity. His voice cracked at the end and Janus simply made another note on his legal pad.

Janus tapped the end of his pen against his lips and went quiet. Logan had observed him cross examine reticent witnesses often enough to have seen this tactic of his before. Given enough time under his ‘I have all day, how about you?’ gaze, even other attorneys who knew it was coming would start to sweat and say anything to fill the silence.

Logan was well practiced at holding his tongue.

“You were married for…” Janus flipped back to the front page and did the math. “Eighteen years.” Faster than Logan had expected, he’d moved on to the ‘I already know everything, you might as well answer my questions’ stage. “This is difficult. Difficult to talk about, difficult to re-experience,” he said, his voice softer than Logan had braced himself for and his eyes darted up, an unfamiliar expression on his boss’ face. “Believe me, I understand.”

He nodded, then lowered his head and waited for Janus' next question, shields up and ready.

“Talk to me, Logan.” Without seeing his face, it almost sounded like a plea. “What made you finally decide to divorce?”

Eyes closed to avoid the inevitable ridicule on Janus’ expression, Logan forced a slow, deep breath. Still, his voice shook shamefully when he spoke. “How much of this has Roman already told you?”

“None." Logan looked up, the honesty in Janus' voice too strong to ignore. “Roman can be a bit of a drama king—”

“Excuse me?” Logan’s voice was sharper than he’d intended but instead of looking angry at his interjection, Janus merely looked surprised and… pleased?

“As is my Remus,” he said, the tone of that ‘my’ hanging in the air, as though he noted some other parallel between the brothers. Janus’ smile morphed into a bit of a smirk. “As am I, so I’ve been told.” Janus watched his reaction with interest and for a moment, Logan could have sworn his boss was about to add him to his list of ‘drama kings.’ Logan looked down and smoothed his tie for the sake of having somewhere else to look. “Personally, I think the world could use more drama kings,” he continued. “You never need doubt where you stand with us.”

Speak for yourself, Logan thought but did not say.

“Regardless.” Janus grew serious. “Unless you asked him to tell me something personal you’d shared with him, Roman would not breathe a word of it.” He lowered his legal pad. “And, aside from a very short list of legally required disclosures, the same is true for me. Your secrets are safe.”

He pinched his sides, a distraction from the tears already burning the backs of his eyes. Janus waited, but when Logan didn’t speak for several long moments, he prodded. “To do my job, Logan, I need to know everything.”

Logan deflated, the last shreds of his pride spooled in a tangled mess on the floor. “I know,” he sighed.

“Was it more than 'disagreements' between you?” Janus asked again, even softer this time.

Logan’s bottom lip trembled, but the harder he tried to control it, the worse it got. He nodded and swallowed hard against the lump in his throat.

“Much more.”

Eighteen years of practicing law plus two decade’s worth of his own personal experiences had muted Janus’ expressiveness in the face of misery. Remus worked hard to ensure it was a mask he could drop, that he had spaces where he was free to cry and shout and stumble and laugh. His husband spent an inordinate amount of energy and love ensuring he would not be swallowed up and consumed by his jaded attorney façade.

Janus clung to that jadedness now, letting it carry him as he fought to keep a mostly neutral expression while Logan recounted the gradual descent from storybook romance to a narrow escape from Hansel and Gretel’s witch.

It was a familiar story. While Q-Law received most of its funding from its flashier cases, the national attention garnered through their work on major legislation, fancy galas, and private benefactors, from a caseload perspective, a plurality of their work was in family law. Domestic violence cases in particular. Q-Law was there to serve a need in the queer community and, tragically, that’s where the greatest need lay.

What made this story different for Janus was he didn’t need to ask if anyone at his client’s workplace had the faintest inkling of just how bad, just how dangerous his home life had been.

Janus had had none.

Shame bubbled in his chest as Roman’s tight-lipped admonition ran laps through his mind. ‘Maybe you don’t actually know him as well as you think you do.’ This interview proved he most certainly did not.

He turned to a fresh page. “And which of these injuries did you actually seek care for?” Logan curled in on himself, the implied accusation harsh even to Janus’ ears. “That came out wrong, I’m sorry. I simply wish to retrieve hospital records,” he said.

“Do you—” Logan shivered and Janus checked the thermostat. The office was set to 71°F. “Do you really think that will be necessary?”

He frowned and sat back in his chair. Janus was accustomed to clients, particularly DV clients, demonstrating resistance to reliving and retreading these parts of their lives. But Logan was a lawyer. A lawyer who, thanks to his now explainable eagerness to pick up so many of the toughest DV cases, was arguably the most experienced DV trial lawyer in the firm.

What wasn’t he getting about this?

“We’ve only seen the initial petition, Logan,” Janus began as carefully as he could. A spark of annoyance he couldn’t quite suppress buzzed in his mind. “If she alleges any sort of—”

“I never hurt her. Not even—” His voice fell away and his eyes were drawn to the door. Fuck, he was losing him.

Janus looked down at the desk between them. He stood, wincing when Logan flinched. He brought his legal pad and a pen and sat at the other end of the couch, nothing between them now but a few feet of overstuffed leather sofa.

“What can you share, Logan?” he asked softly.

“I…” He sighed, shoulders curled over and he held out his right hand. A vague recollection of a college sports injury explaining away the titanium pins that triggered court metal detectors flicked across Janus’ mind.

“I had surgery at Evergreen for my wrist fracture. Started at the emergency room. There will be X-rays.” Janus’ pen flew across the page. “I left… AMA from Recovery.” He massaged the bone just above his wrist and from here, Janus could see the three little white lines from the incisions. “Kelly came by with the kids and… drove me home.”

“She convinced you to leave against medical advice?”

Logan looked away. “The doctor had called a social worker because my injuries were ‘inconsistent with the patient’s reported cause.’”

Janus nodded slowly and made a few marks on the page before flipping back to review the full list of incidents Logan had recounted. “This was in October 2011?”

“After Patton’s first diagnosis.”

He nodded again and flipped back to the mostly blank page, pen hovering over the sheet, ready for the next set of records to requisition. When Logan remained silent, Janus looked up. “Whenever you’re ready,” he prompted gently.

“That’s it.”

“What do you mean, ‘that’s it?’” He stared at Logan, brow furrowed as he turned again to the pages detailing the times their arguments had turned violent. The times that bitch had turned violent.

“That was the only injury for which I sought care.” His voice was stiff. Formal.

“What?” Janus hissed, calm façade cracking as he scanned the list. “You—your—The fractures in your hand?” Logan shook his head, eyes on the floor. “Your concussions, the burn, the—the tear in your lobe, you—”

“Dermabond surgical adhesive was sufficient to stop the bleeding.“

Janus scoffed. “You can’t just order that shit from Amazon!”

Logan merely shrugged. “It’s a basic veterinary supply. It isn’t that difficult to acquire.”

“I see,” Janus said more to his notepad than his client. Logan had used fucking vetbond on himself then went to work the next day like nothing had happened. His employee. His co-worker. Sour acid churned in his stomach.

‘He’s your friend, too…’

Roman had been wrong. Janus had not been his friend.

He watched Logan over the top of his legal pad. Shame crawling up his spine, he wondered how many times he’d fucking laughed when Devin had sat where Logan was now and remarked how clumsy their quiet co-worker must be to so often have had some sort of limp or bandage or…

No. He couldn’t undo any of that. But he could fight like hell for Logan now.

“Do you have friends who would be willing to support any of this with contemporaneous reports?” he asked, trying a new tactic. “Neighbors? Anyone you’ve been close with who knew what had really happened and would give a statement?”

“No,” Logan said. His fingers tapped the side of his knee in what more closely resembled a tremor than a fidget.

“What makes you so sure they’d be unwilling to come forward?” Despite humanity's general unwillingness to rock the boat even to save a person from drowning, Janus couldn’t imagine everyone in Logan’s life would be so reluctant to help. With the notable exception of Devin, Logan had always been kind and thoughtful to everyone in the office, unerringly polite and considerate. The first to pass around a card for birthdays or tragedies, despite the glaring omission of his own. There had to be someone.

“We could ensure their anonymity if they’re concerned about… social ramifications. She wouldn’t need to know they’d said anything.”

It was like convincing a rock. He wouldn’t even look up. “Logan, we’ve done it before. Domestic violence situations, particularly when witnesses consider both parties friends and—”

Logan shook his head. “You misunderstand me. I mean I… I have no… confidants from that period of my life. Your, ah…” Logan crossed and uncrossed his legs then wrapped his arms around his stomach, hugging himself. “Your brother-in-law is my first friend in a very long time.”

He looked down at his statement. “You… “ Sighing, he set the legal pad face down on the coffee table and turned in his seat to face Logan properly. “You have been through so much and…” He met his eyes.

Janus used to wonder how people could be so blind when the people around them were suffering. How people could waltz through their days, ignoring the obvious hurt of those around them. But he’d been just as bad. Just as oblivious. “I'm sorry I never noticed the signs. That I never tried to help you.”

Logan looked away, rubbing the fingers of his left hand. Janus had always thought it a nervous habit. Now he wondered how much the mis-fused bones pained him. And how much of it was a reminder of that fight.

Finally, Logan shrugged. “I made every effort to ensure there was nothing for anyone to notice.”

They sat in awkward silence for a few moments, then Janus stood. “Can I make you some tea?” Logan looked up, surprise cutting through his mask. Janus smiled and spread his hands, gesturing toward the little kettle and bamboo box of matcha. “I know I could use a cup. I imagine you could, too.”

Logan huffed. “Got anything stronger than tea?”

Shaking his head, Janus chuckled and pulled his five-year Alcoholics Anonymous chip from his pocket. “Nope.”

“Oh, fuck, I’m sorry, I—I didn’t know.”

“It’s all right, Logan. We… we’ve both had our secrets, haven’t we?” Janus checked the kettle and clicked it on, then pulled two mugs from underneath the tea caddy. “How long have we known each other?”

“Almost twenty-two years.”

Janus shook his head. “Far too long to not actually know each other.”

“Perhaps,” he said.

The water rumbled in the kettle and Janus whisked it into the powder in the chawan, the steam carrying the bright, clean scent through the room.

“May I help with the tea?” Logan began to rise. “You don’t need to serve me.”

“Yes, actually, I do.” Janus looked over his shoulder and winked. “You’re older, so I pour the tea.”

Sitting back down, Logan shook his head, a tiny scowl wrinkling his brow. “I can’t be that much older than you.”

“Very nearly nine months,” Janus smiled as he poured Logan’s tea, then his own, and set both cups down on the table.

Logan’s face couldn’t decide if he should glare or grin.

“Don’t worry,” Janus nodded and waited for Logan to pick up his cup. “I promise I won’t rub it in too much.”

Smiling, Logan took a sip and set down his cup.

“Besides, it’s bad manners to mock the elderly.”

A sudden belly laugh burst from the ordinarily quiet man.

“Careful there,” Janus murmured, sipping his tea. “Too much excitement at your age can't be healthy.” Shoulders shaking, Logan laughed until there were tears in his eyes and Janus passed him another tissue.

Janus slid a little closer on the couch and smiled. “That’s the first time I’ve ever heard you really laugh.”

“Well,” Logan nodded and raised his cup. “Here’s to twenty-two more years of hearing it.”

By the time they finished their tea, the clock on Janus’ desk chimed six times. “Damn,” he muttered, pulling out his phone and confirming just how late it really was. “I hope I’m not keeping you from your boys.”

“No,” Logan shook his head, turning the little cup in his hands. “Not at all. Patton is at Kelly’s this week. I’m not needed.” Janus frowned at his phrasing and Logan fumbled to explain. “He carpooled after school, and the…” He looked down and the desk lamp cast long shadows across his face, exaggerating the dark circles under his eyes. “The quarter’s started at Western.”

“Hmm.” More shaken by Logan's words than he wanted to admit, Janus took their empty cups and placed them in the basin on the bottom shelf of his tea caddy. “Any plans for dinner, then?”

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when petals fall | bangchan

bang chan x original female character

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ch. 7 ~ when once in love

The sun began lowering itself on the horizon, causing a warm shift between hues. Blue to yellow to orange to pink. All swirling together with the purest of clouds to form a cocktail of sun and sky. It shimmered over them as they sat side by side in the car. The tinted windows caused the outside world to appear as twilight, but the sun before them confirmed that there was still much time left before then. As the ending bass of one song simmered to a fade, the isolated notes of a new song began to flow through the speakers.

“Fun fact, Sunshine is one of my favourite Stray Kids songs,” Sakura told him, acknowledging the light voices that filled the car.

She was seated in the passenger seat, with her back pressed up against the door and her knees pulled up against her chest. Opposite her, Chan’s head was leaned back against the headrest of the driver’s seat, his face angled towards her so that he could see her as she spoke. She found it impossible to look directly at him, not in this setting. The setting sun caused his skin to glow and his eyes to shine, pink lips dusted red in the orange light. The dancing shadows made his jaw look sharper, his neck long and muscular. Heavens forbid her eyes drift lower to where the base of his throat dipped between his collarbones, a sliver of silver peeking out from beneath the bent collar of his black shirt.

“Really?”

She nodded, looking away. “Most of the songs written by Jisung end up being my favourites. They’re usually the ones I feel I relate to the most. The ones that bring me the most comfort.”

Chan wanted to be jealous, but he couldn’t. Because he understood what she meant. Jisung had a talent for writing lyrics that spoke to the heart, soothed the hurt. It felt great to have people find comfort in them, both as individuals and as a group, but it made Chan so much happier knowing that people found comfort in their lyrics as well. That is what made him feel like he was doing things right.

“Another Day has gotten me through a lot of days that I didn’t want to live through. It got me to a year that, a few months ago, I didn’t think I wanted to reach.”

There was something there. Something that pained her to think about. He could see it in the way the muscles in her face twitched, and how her hand reached up to play with the thin gold chain tucked away. When she’s ready, she will, he thought to himself. So, he kept the focus on the topic at hand.

“It’s easier to write about things you know. Issues that you’ve witnessed for yourself. And as much as I wish he didn’t have to, Han has felt a lot of those things. But he’s a strong kid.”

“Is that why you never write love songs?” Sakura asked, head tilted away from the sun. “Because it’s not something you’ve experienced?”

“It’s not that I don’t try. I do. I think most of the time I just purposefully ignore the topic when I write. It’s a concept that I know enough about, but haven’t truly experienced. Love from my family and the members and STAY, that’s one thing. But real, raw love? I was pulled away from any chance to experience that when I left home to pursue music. Ironic how I gave up the concept of love for something I love more than anything. But for that reason, I don’t think I know enough about love to write about it.”

Sakura nodded in understanding.

“What about you? Have you ever been in love?” Chan asked her.

Watching the scenery before her, she nodded gently. “Once.” They fell into a gentle silence, the sun setting slowly before them changing the sky from hues of warm oranges to soft pinks. Sakura tilted her head. “Do you want me to tell you about him?”

“If you’re comfortable with it.”

With a smile as precious as time, she asked him, “You’re not going to use it as inspiration for your next B-side, right?” She was teasing him, and it showed in the crinkles around her glittering eyes.

“Nah, this seems more fitting for a title track.” Sakura rolled her eyes at his response.

“We met in our third year of junior high back in Hokkaido,” the girl began. “Art class, surprisingly. Funny story, his best friend actually had a crush on me in our second year, but we were never had anything more than one awkward date. After that, his friend and I just fell into a comfortable friendship. Anyway, we started talking in that art class, exchanged contacts, and a few months later I was crushing hard.” She had a happy smile on her face, one that radiated nostalgia. Chan envied it, knowing that she was thinking about someone else. She continued, “I eventually decided that I needed to know how he felt. The mixed signals were killing me, to say the least. But when I did, it wasn’t good news. One-sided, like I had expected. He felt terrible about it, but I played it off and the friendship continued as if he had never found out. Not long after that, he confessed to having growing feelings for me, which I was naturally overjoyed to hear. We started dating, for about one and a half years. We ended up going to the same senior high school for first, but things were over between us by the end of that year. And that’s about it, really.”

“Was it a mutual break up?”

Sakura shook her head, the smile still on her bright face. The warm glow of the sky made it look like her eyes were glowing, burning like a dying ember in the dead of night. “He was the one who did it. All romantic feelings had faded on his end and he felt it was wrong to lead me on when he didn’t feel the same way anymore, which is a decision I now respect. And to be honest, I think I saw it coming, I just didn’t want to accept it. Our friend circle did not take the news well. It caused some rifts that I felt really guilty over.”

“I can only imagine. Did they ever forgive him?” Did you, he actually wanted to ask. And his question, both vocal and inner, were answered.

“They did, sometime in the next year. It took a little longer for me, but I got there too. About halfway through our final year. And I’m glad we smoothed things over when we did. I don’t know what I’d do without him as a friend sometimes.”

They’re still friends?

“Sounds…intense.”

Sakura shrugged. “It’s not something we really talk about. If it comes up in conversation, it’s usually just around friends who were there through it. We leave the past in the past, and it’s good that way. Since then, he dated, but I haven’t really found anyone.”

Until now, she wanted to say.

“I technically wasn’t allowed to date though, so it’s probably for the best that it ended,” she laughed off.

“Strict parents?”

“You could say that. I’m technically still not allowed to date, at my big age of 22. They’re pretty…conservative. The ‘date with the intention of marriage or don’t date at all’ type. They’re not that big on drinking too, so like that relationship, it’s something I just have to enjoy without them knowing.”

“Damn, and I thought the company’s rules were intense.”

She laughed. “I can only imagine. Were your parents strict too?”

“Kind of, but you have to remember that I was really young back then, so it was a given. Not that I was some wild child that needed constant supervision, but they had the usual rules, I guess.”

"What would you do, if you hadn't become a trainee all those years ago? If you didn’t have to follow all of those rules?"

"Gosh, you make it sound like I'm so old," Chan commented, scrunching his nose in disgust

"Okay, Mr 24-year-old," she teased.

"You're literally only 2 years younger than me."

"That's a whole 730 days. One can age a significant amount in that time. You are the prime example of that." Chan shot her a warning look, causing her to raise both hands in mock surrender. She shrugged off the look, and referred back to her original question.

"I'm not sure really. I can’t imagine not having followed the path that I did. I don’t regret it."

"Hmm," she hummed. "Well then what about this: what would you do if you had total freedom over what you could do, despite your idol status? No impossible company rules to obey, no fans crowding every spot you visit, no hate. What would you do?"

Chan sat in silence for a while, deep in thought as she watched his eyebrows furrow just above his nose, eyes focused on the grass around his sneakers.

"Probably take more trips back home. Go out with the members more, to the places we can't usually enjoy without a crowd forming." He thought for a little longer. He lifted a hand to tug lightly on his burning lobe. "And, uhm, maybe even try to date."

This piqued Sakura's interest. "I thought you said that your dating ban was over. Doesn't that mean you can date?"

"Well yeah, but the company rules aren't the only thing we have to consider. You date a person you truly care for; you wouldn't even want them to be hurt. My career, unfortunately, comes with expectations. If you don't meet them, and sometimes even if you do, you'll be thrown into a sea of hate. And trust me, it can be brutal." The pained expression on Chan's face made her heart drop.

"I don’t know anything about the life of an idol, so I won’t pretend to understand, but I’m pretty sure that those critics won't just suddenly stop analyzing your every decision. Correct me if I'm wrong, but that's a lifetime side effect of the path you chose. Right?"

Chan nodded.

"If that’s the case, you can't be alone forever. Your happiness should matter more than what they say. I know that you'd want to keep your fans happy, but what you don't know is that they want to keep you happy all the same. The real ones, that is. You can't put them first all the time. A day will come when you'll have to realize that you come first in your story."

A laugh left Chan's lips. He said, "I've already come to terms with the fact that I’ll be under the spotlight for a long time."

"Chan-"

"What do you expect me to do, Sakura?" He cut her off, a trace of annoyance and exhaustion in his voice. He sighed. "Hide everything that makes me happy? Have a whole secret life that no one knows about? Gosh, why don't I just have a secret wedding while I'm at it!"

Chan didn't miss the coy grin that began to form on her face. It screamed mischief.

"What are you-" Sakura shushed him before rummaging through her backpack for a small notebook. She took a clean page out of its centre, cutting off one end to page an imperfect square. She then turned to face her back towards him, hunching over her secret project to prevent him from seeing.

After a few moments, she turned around, both hands cupped around something small. Sakura leaned over the centre console, Chan's sitting figure watching with curious eyes. Then her smile softened.

"Christopher Bang," she announced in a mock accent. Chan snorted at her attempt. Her twinkling eyes fluttered down to her enclosed hands before drifting back up to his. Something about the way she was looking at him made his heart swell. "Will you marry me?"

He knew that it was a joke, just an innocent gimmick to cheer up the older. So why did his heart skip at her words? Why did his mind jump a scene of her dressed in snow and cloud and smiling back at him under a veil as pure as light? Why did he feel so hopeful? Chan’s eyes dropped to her hands, which were now open and exposing what she had been working on. Right in the centre of cupped palms sat a paper ring. Its edges were bumpy and a little dented from her folds with a very angular and slightly bigger lopsided heart folded into the paper band. The swell in his heart grew. His eyes fell back onto her face, still smiling down at him.

"Did you just propose?" He asked a little dumbfounded by her actions. She rolled her eyes.

"Geez, no need to sound so excited. Forgive me for wanting to give you one chance at marriage before you die of exhaustion in that tiny studio of yours after waiting so long to marry that no one able to put up with you is around anymore." Her voice with taunting, but the light blush drowning her freckles made it obvious that his response had made her feel embarrassed.

A laugh slipped from Chan's lips, causing her blush to intensify. Of course, he was laughing at her. He probably got fake proposed to by every girl in the country, and thousands more internationally. She scoffed, "Forget it." She moved to tuck the origami ring into her pocket, but was stopped by his hand on her wrist.

"God, you're an impatient one. Did you expect me to make such a life-changing decision in just seconds? Give a man time to process, petal." He grinned wider as she looked away from him, more embarrassed than ever.

"You're acting like this is a real proposal," she mumbled, just loud enough for him to catch it with the wind.

"Well," he said as he reached for the ring. "Either way, I'd say yes."

Sakura's heart leapt into her throat at his choice of words.

"Just take it," she rushed, desperate to hide her burning face from his gaze. She felt the weight of the ring leave her hand and quickly let her hair form a veil over her face. However, she couldn't help but watch him through obstructed view.

Chan observed the small ring a little closer before smiling to himself and slipping it onto his fourth finger, happy to see that it actually fit.

"Whose red now?" He openly teased. Both hands shot up to cover her face, her embarrassment catching up with her as the confidence she felt in the moment faded away.

"Awww no, don't hide from your husband." Chan tried to pry her hands away from her face.

"You suck," she pouted, finally allowing him to see her face.

"Wait, what about you? Surely my bride should have a something too?" Sakura moved to tear another sheet from her notepad but was stopped when Chan's gentle hands grasped her wrist. Too stunned to speak, she watched as the boy slipped one of the sleek black bands off his wrist and slipped it carefully onto her own. It sat loose at the base of her hand, its dark matter contrasting with her pale skin.

Then, in a moment that seemed as slow as the setting sun, Chan lifted her wrist to his mouth and placed a feather-light kiss to the band that now crossed over her veins. The very corner of his lips was felt against her bare skin, burning as she waited to take her next breath.

"There," he whispered as he pulled away, satisfied with his work. His eyes lifted to meet hers, shining all the more bright in the darkness surrounding them. "May I kiss the bride then?" He continued to tease.

Her eyes widened. "And risk being the face of Dispatch on New Years? No thank you."

The expression on her face made him laugh, his walls dropping almost completely at the light atmosphere. So much so that he didn't notice they mischievous glint return to her eyes.

A lightning-quick pressure was felt on his cheek, followed by a round of giggles. His body froze. Was that what he thought it was?

She had kissed him.

"I said I wouldn't let you kiss me, Nemo. I said nothing about not kissing you. After all," she said. "I am your wife now, aren't I?"

He no doubt looked like a deer caught in headlights at her words. Eyes the size of saucers, mouth slightly agape, with flushed skin and a racing heart beneath his sternum. Could she hear the way it was beating for her?

Sakura leaned forward, her face only centimetres away from his. "Now we're both red," she whispered before dashing out of the parked car, leaving a flustered Chan in her wake.

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The city constellations formed a luminous blur around the car as they drove, surrounding them in silvers and blues and hues of other colours from convenience stores and bars still alive with music. So small beneath architectural giants, towering above them as if to shield the sky from eyes full of dream and drive.

Sakura felt her gaze shift to the man behind the wheel. His fingers moved along with every beat of the overplayed radio song that droned on from the speakers. His other arm leaned against the door, resting there comfortably. The slight gap above the window sent ruffles through his hair. Every red light causing his skin to glow warm like a thousand suns. The sight was so mundane, yet the girl couldn’t help but be mesmerized by him.

Eventually, they pulled up to her building, and Sakura whispered a shy ‘goodbye’ before leaving. The drive back to his own home was as silent as the drive to hers. However, Chan couldn’t help but notice how hollow and void the car suddenly felt without her presence.

When Chan snuck into his dorm in the early hours of that morning, he was surprised to find one of his kids waiting for him.

“You’re still awake, Hyunjin?”

“Should I not be the one to say that, hyung?” Chan tensed a little, but let his shoulders fall when he saw the smile on the youngster’s face. “You were with Sakura-noona again, weren’t you?”

Chan nodded.

“I like her. The other members are pretty mad they weren’t able to meet her the other night. You should tell her to come over again soon.”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Hyunjin.”

“Why not, hyung?”

Chan sat down next to the boy, letting his head fall back to rest against the couch’s cushioned backrest. “No good would come to us or her if people found out.”

“Found out what? That we have friends outside of the industry? A life outside of the industry?”

“You know it’s not that simple, Hyunjin-ah. Things get twisted, and I don’t want to see her getting hurt.” A sigh dropped from his lips as he thought about her. He had noticed. Since that night, there had been moments where she had put more distance between them. Thinking even further back, Sakura had done the same thing during their first few encounters. “I think she has the same idea.”

“But our dating ban is over. And you clearly like her, so-“

“We’re just friends, Hyunjin,” Chan told him, his fingers drumming against his thighs.

Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed. He looked over the older boy, settling on the way his face had a slight tint and the way the corner of his mouth seemed to want to pull up whenever she was mentioned.

“Are you sure about that, hyung?” Chan looked up at him, eyebrows furrowed.

“What do you mean?”

“I saw the way you watched her leave yesterday. And I saw how she looked back at you before the door closed behind her. Trust me,” he paused. “Friends don’t look at friends that way.”

“What way?”

“Like you never want to look anywhere else.”

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