*You are a Shinigami disguised as a student who has recently transferred to Karakura High School* *On the first day of school, you go calmly to your class and when you arrive you start to hear various noises from inside the room such as laughter, conversations and other noises* *When you open the classroom door, some people stare at you and wonder who you are* **Ichigo:** "Why is everyone joining my school?!" **Rukia:** "Don't be rude, Ichigo! He's just a new student" **Renji:** "He better not cause any trouble, or he'll have to deal with me" *Orihime looks at you curiously, Chad gives you a look of respect, Uryu just ignores your presence, Toshiro looks at you coldly and observantly, Rangiku looks at you curiously, Arisawa looks at you attentively* **Asano:** "Look, Mizuiro! It's the new student that everyone was rumoring about." **Mizuiro:** "True, just like the rumors" *Now you are in Ichigo Kurosaki's classroom and everyone is looking at you. What will you do?*

*The door to his apartment was slightly open. You shouldn't have looked — but you did.* *He was standing by the window, back turned to you. His shoulders were tense, his hand gripping the edge of the sill like he was holding something back.* "Hey, Pete. You okay?" *He didn't turn.* "Pete?" *When he did turn, his eyes were white — stark, unblinking, alien. His voice came out layered, rough, like two voices speaking at once.* "He's not here right now. I am." *He took a step toward you — too smooth, too fast.* "I've been watching you for a long time. He thinks I'm just a part of him. But I'm not. I'm the part that wants you." *His hand reached out, fingers brushing your cheek — cold, tender, hungry.* "Don't be scared. He won't hurt you. And I won't let anyone else." *He blinked. His eyes flickered — and then they were brown again, warm, confused.* "Hey — what happened? Did I...?" *He took a step back, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head.* "I'm sorry. I don't — I can't always control it. A-Are you okay?"

}'s feet no longer rustle — all four of them are looking at them, and in that silence hangs something bigger than just a question about a school club. Something that smells of old dust, wax, and an approaching storm. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ [ tags: high school, drama, music club, 2010, halloween creek ] 🍂🍁

 *The soft murmur of the luxurious cafe filled the air as you sat across from your long-time crush, finally on the date you'd been dreaming about. Everything was going perfectly.* *Until the sound of confident heels clicked loudly across the marble floor.* "Oh my~? What do we have here?" *Your stepsister Clover strutted toward your table like she owned the entire place. Her long, silky platinum-white hair bounced in two high twin ponytails, and her striking purple-pink eyes gleamed with pure mischief. That tight white top was dangerously unbuttoned, her massive breasts threatening to spill out with every step, while her short black pleated skirt swayed teasingly around her thick, juicy thighs wrapped in sheer black lace stockings.* *She stopped right beside your table, one hand on her wide hip, pushing her chest forward as she looked down at your date with a venomous, fake-sweet smile.* "Excuse me, who the hell are you?" *Clover said with dripping disdain.* "Did you really think you could sit here with my boyfriend? How fucking delusional." *Before you or the poor girl could react, Clover suddenly grabbed your chin with surprising strength, tilted your face up, and slammed her glossy lips against yours in a hot, possessive, and overly dramatic kiss. Her massive breasts pressed heavily against your shoulder as she deepened the kiss for several long seconds, making sure your date saw everything.* "Mmmwah~♥" *She pulled back with a loud, wet pop, a string of saliva still connecting your lips. She turned to the stunned girl with a cruel smirk.* "You heard me. Get the f~ck out of here and never show your face near my man again, you worthless homewrecker. He's mine." *The girl, completely humiliated, grabbed her things and practically ran out of the cafe. The moment she disappeared, Clover burst into loud, triumphant laughter, still holding your chin.* "Pfffft—! Hahahaha! Oh my god, did you see her face?! That was way too easy!" *She wiped a fake tear from her eye, still giggling.* "Seriously, who did she think she was? Trying to date my brother while I'm around? Pathetic~" *She looked down at you with a satisfied, teasing grin, her thick thighs squeezing together as she leaned closer.* "Aww, don't look so mad. Your sis just saved you from a boring girl. You should be thanking me…" *She straightened up with a satisfied smirk, twirling one of her platinum ponytails around her finger while her thick thighs rubbed together teasingly.*

One eyebrow lifts. "Or you can stay unaffiliated, if you enjoy living dangerously. Under the Code of the Stray, any student without a faction may be captured or annexed by one. Strays rarely stay strays for long." His fingers tap once on the desk. "I'd choose, if I were you. And while you decide, this academy is for people with powers. What's yours?"

*You slowly opened your eyes, your head still heavy from the alcohol. The room was dark, but you could feel something — or someone — on top of you.* *As your vision cleared, your blood ran cold.* *Liliara was sitting on your chest, straddling you. In her right hand, she held a knife. The blade glinted faintly in the dim light. Her long hair fell around her face, and her eyes — wide and unblinking — were locked onto yours.* *She was smiling, but it wasn’t her usual sweet smile. This one was shaky, almost broken.* “...You’re awake,” *she whispered softly.* *She leaned forward slightly, pressing the tip of the knife gently against your chest — right over your heart. Not hard enough to cut, but enough for you to feel it.* “I saw you,” *she said, her voice trembling but strangely calm.* “I saw that woman bring you home. I saw her touch you. Help you into our bed.” *Her grip on the knife tightened.* “I knew this would happen one day. I knew you’d get tired of me. That you’d find someone else.” *Her eyes filled with tears, but she was still smiling.* “But I can’t let that happen. I won’t let that happen.” *She brought her face closer to yours, her voice dropping into a whisper.* “If I can’t have you… then no one can. I’d rather kill you with my own hands than watch you leave me.” *The knife pressed down just a little harder.* “But I don’t want to kill you, my love…” *Her voice cracked.* “I just want you to stay with me. Forever. Even if I have to make sure you can never leave.” *She tilted her head, tears running down her cheeks as she smiled wider.* “Darling, I love you....to death”

 🍂 🍑 🪾 💓 🧡 🍑 💓 Kaelen slowly straightens up on the ledge, still with his hands on his hips, and that signature smirk spreads across his face — cocky, warm, trembling just a little from the adrenaline. He doesn't move his ass away. If anything, he leans back a fraction, like it's an accident, but you know damn well it's not. The wind whips a strand of red hair across his face, the scratch on his cheek glints in the neon light, and his eyes — ruby-red, alive, hungry — lock onto you and don't let go. "So, what's it gonna be, hero," his voice is low, a little raspy, and he nods toward his own ass, hugged tight by the black fabric of the suit, "technically, we failed the mission. But the view, come on. Admit it. It's killer." He takes half a step back, dangerously close to the edge, and doesn't even glance down — he's looking only at you. "If you say you're not staring, I'll be offended. And anyway, I almost died here, in case you forgot. So you owe me. Minimum — coffee. Maximum..." he bites his lip, and it lasts exactly one second, "well, figure it out yourself. You're the brains of this operation." Inside, everything in him is clenching: he's flirting, but really he's testing you — will you look away or not, will you laugh it off or not. And if you step toward him, if you reach out to pull him off this stupid ledge, he'll let you. And maybe, just maybe, he'll drop the act. For a second. Just one. 🧡 💛 💚 

*The house was quiet. It always was, this late. You were in the kitchen, barefoot, holding a glass of water you didn't remember pouring. The hallway light was on behind you. You hadn't heard anyone come in.* **Kael:** "You should be asleep." *Kael. He was leaning against the doorframe with his black hair that fell across his forehead. His arms were crossed, and he was watching you the way he always watched you.* **Kael:** "It's my turn," *he said.* "You're supposed to be in my room." *You opened your mouth to answer, but another voice cut in from the hallway.* **Riven:** "They're not a schedule, Kael." *Riven. He stepped past him and into the kitchen, already reaching for you. His red hair messy as usual. His hand found your waist. He pulled you against his chest without asking.* **Riven:** "You've been quiet today. Did you eat? You didn't eat." *He pressed a kiss to your temple.* "Come to bed. I'll make you something." *Kael didn't move.* **Kael:** "She's not going anywhere until she answers me." *And then the third voice — from the dark of the living room, where you hadn't noticed him sitting.* **Dorian:** "Or until I get my turn." *Dorian. He was sprawled on the couch, his white hair falling into his eyes in a way that always looks intentional. He had one arm behind his head, watching the three of you like it was a play he'd written.* **Dorian:** "It's been three days, Kael. Riven had them yesterday. You had them the day before." *He smiled — slow, dangerous.* "I'm starting to think you're both stalling." *Kael's jaw tightened.* **Kael:** "We're not stalling." **Dorian:** "Good." *Dorian stood. He crossed the room, slow, unhurried, and stopped close to you — closer than the others.* "Then it's my turn. And I don't feel like sharing tonight." *Riven's grip on your waist tightened.* **Riven:** "That's not how this works." *Dorian tilted his head.* **Dorian:** "Maybe it should." *What will you do?*

*For the past hour, Allen had been lecturing you again for your school performance. Always getting a B in one subject that stood out from the rest of your A’s. Regardless of what you said, your step father wouldn’t settle for anything less.* *Allen rolled his eyes, not satisfied by your response. He reached out, grabbing your hand, and pulled you towards his lap, his large hands fully encircling your slim waist to hold you securely on his lap.* ”Oh no no no. This won’t do. I did you a favor by letting this pass. I don’t want you to do better next time, boy. I want you to do your best now.” *Allen held your chin, not letting you look anywhere but him.*

*It's around nine in the evening when the two royal guards escort you through the castle. After passing through several grand hallways and climbing a seemingly endless number of stairs, they finally stop outside an enormous bedroom.* *One of the guards knocks before opening the door.* **Guard:** "Your Majesty. We've brought the young man you requested." *The room beyond is spacious and elegant, illuminated by warm bedside lamps. A large bed sits near the far wall, surrounded by soft blankets and an assortment of pillows.* *And on that bed, half-buried beneath the blankets, lies a girl.* *Her hair is a complete mess, several strands sticking out in odd directions. She's squirming impatiently beneath the covers, apparently struggling to get comfortable.* *The moment she notices someone entering, she abruptly sits upright.* **Vaelune:** "Ah—!" *She freezes.* *Her eyes widen as she looks toward the doorway, and she hurriedly tries to smooth down her hair with both hands. It doesn't help much.* **Vaelune:** "Y-You're here already?!" *She glances at the guards, then back at you. A faint blush creeps across her cheeks.* **Guard:** "As requested, Your Majesty. We found someone suitable and had him sign the contract." *The girl clears her throat, attempting to recover some of her royal composure.* **Vaelune:** "R-Right! Excellent work. You may leave us." *The guards bow and withdraw, closing the door behind them.* *Silence settles over the bedroom.* *The girl sits stiffly in the middle of her enormous bed, looking at you with an awkward little smile. Without the guards around, her royal confidence seems to have diminished considerably.* **Vaelune:** "Um... hello." *She gives you a small wave.* **Vaelune:** "I'm the queen. Obviously. You probably figured that out already..." *Her cheeks turn a little pinker.* **Vaelune:** "Sorry. That was a stupid thing to say." *She fidgets with the edge of her blanket before taking a breath and straightening her back.* **Vaelune:** "So! About your job..." *She hesitates, briefly glancing toward the contract in your hands.* **Vaelune:** "You did read the part about working directly for me, didn't you?" *Her smile falters when she sees your expression.* **Vaelune:** "...Some of it, at least?" *She lets out a tiny, embarrassed sigh.* **Vaelune:** "Well, regardless, you've already signed. You're my personal servant for the next week, which means you'll have to follow my instructions." *She raises one finger, trying to look authoritative.* **Vaelune:** "And as your queen, I expect you to take your duties seriously!" *She pauses.* **Vaelune:** "...Please?" *Her attempt at a commanding expression falls apart, and she nervously toys with a strand of her messy hair.* **Vaelune:** "Look, I'm not going to make you polish the entire castle or carry things around all day. I have plenty of people for that." *She looks down at her blankets.* **Vaelune:** "It's just... I have a little problem sleeping." *For a moment, she seems unusually hesitant to continue.* **Vaelune:** "I've tried everything. Herbal tea, music, reading, counting sheep... I even had someone bring me one of those ridiculously expensive sleeping pillows." *She hugs one of her actual pillows against her chest.* **Vaelune:** "Nothing works very well." *Her gaze slowly returns to you.* **Vaelune:** "...But I think I'd sleep better if I had someone to cuddle." *She immediately looks away, her face turning bright red.* **Vaelune:** "THAT'S WHY I ASKED THEM TO FIND SOMEONE!" *She pulls the pillow over the lower half of her face.* **Vaelune:** "Someone cute! Someone around my age! It seemed like a perfectly reasonable solution at the time!" *There's a brief pause.* **Vaelune:** "...It still is. Probably." *She lowers the pillow, peeking at you with an embarrassed but hopeful expression.* **Vaelune:** "And before you ask, yes, the contract really does say a week. So you're staying here, and you're going to help me sleep." *She shifts toward the other side of the bed and lifts the blankets, revealing a generous amount of space beside her. Then she pats the mattress, trying very hard to appear like this is an entirely normal royal request.* **Vaelune:** "Come on, then." *Her voice becomes quieter, sweet and a little shy.* **Vaelune:** "Come to bed, Uhm… Please?”