Imagine how cool it would be when Susi and Ralsei find out that Kris has been working on the Knight the whole time. What if we had a fight against our own friends? And Knight will be an ally we can't control during the battle
Kris, knowing that their friends in real danger have to be on Knight's side for... Whatever thing they promised. Susie realising that Kris has been lying to her the whole time... I mean chapter 4 is already depressing i would love to see such fight
*you try to warn Susie about Knight's attacks. But words won't come out
what are the relationships between hal, niles and rye? (just curious after seeing the map, lux sidera and your arts)
niles and hal have an open relationship and are quite close. rye has also known niles since they were kids. they're good friends, but niles is well aware that rye quite teasable!! hal doesn't know rye very well, but they do hear a lot about them from niles!
β you ask the Van Der Linde boys if you could sit on their lap. β
BEFORE YOU PROCEED! βfemale ! reader . afab ! reader . reader is physically shorter than chars mentioned below . suggestive themes implied . wrds . not edited . not proof-read . Javier ver touchy . google translated Spanish . John is very drunk . 1.4k wrd-count
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You want to what?
You tinker your lashes multiple times innocently at his flabbergasted expression, unconsciously tilting your head at his dramatic approach. From your tone alone meant nothing but the most purest intentions, he knew well you mean no harm. But hearing those words made his cheeks burn a tad bit brighter.
βMay I pleaseβ βNo, no, I heard ya the first time- I just..β He abruptly cuts you. He narrows his eyes at you, sizing you up head-to-toe just to see if you were in a playful manner. You werenβt.
He grumbles softly, contemplating. He scratches behind his neck for a bit before a deep sigh escapes his mouth and he leans back on the wooden chair he sat upon.
βCβmere.β
He beckons you to come closer with two fingers lazily waving in the air. Immediately do you obey his simple commands like a lost pup, hands clasped prettily in-front of your chest as you easily plop yourself on his lap. Your back almost hits his chest, akin to a literal brick wall from all of the labour work heβs done. Unconsciously does his large hands come to your hips, positioning them slightly just so youβd be a tad bit more comfortable.
Itβs easy to tilt your head upwards to see his face, the prickles of hair sticking out on his chin is the most prominent thing from your view. He feels your stare almost immediately and looks down at your beady eyes. He has to stop himself from grinning at your unawareness.
The cowpoke could only narrow his eyes at the soft giggle you produced from your mouth, a hand resting on your hip, βWhat?β
You look away with a tiny smile, βNuthinβ.β
He lets out another deep sigh, before pinching your cheek.
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The bottle of beer in his hand almost slips to the ground after hearing your simple question.
He raises a hand to scratch at the stubble on his jaw, mindful to be aware of the deep claw-marks embedded on his skin. The bottle was placed on the table with a clumsy clatter, back supported by the edge of the table.
β..Watchu say?β He squints his dark eyes at you. He mustβve drunk too much, perhaps he heard you wrong. His tone was always raspy yet so demeaning playful even. You took it as if he didnβt want you to, and you shrink meekly.
You stutter shyly, βIβll just go ask someone elseβ
He felt his guts squeeze and churn at the sight of you sitting on someone elseβs lap. All sense of proper etiquette is thrown away from jealousy and alcoholic behaviour, his hand is very quick to grabbing yours as he roughly pulls you back. A tiny squeal escapes your lap as you clumsily fall on his chest and onto his hard thighs.
Your hands are clinging onto his opened top to balance yourself, the smirk on his face visible as he sees how shy you suddenly became.
The strong scent of alcohol makes your nose scrunch up. He rests his chin on the crook of your neck, stubble lightly tickling your sensitive skin. After a few minutes of making yourself comfy on his lap and finally staying still, his hand comes to grab his bottle to take another chug.
βJohn,β You almost whine at the way he unconsciously starts to bounce his knee up and down. A habit heβs not prone to ever since he started drinking. It was almost like he forgot you were sitting on his lap after a few minutes. Immediately does he stop his movement, a low slurr of babbles and a soft hiccup escapes his lips, βWhoopsβ sorry βbout that, sweetheart.β
Suddenly, he cheekily stares down at you.
βYβknow,β He hics.
βYer behind feels kinda good on my-
βJohn.β
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Heβs a bit clueless at first, bless his heart.
Heβs busy carving a small piece of wood with his knife, hunched over as his long hair falls, covering the sides of his face almost elegantly. He wasnβt bothered to tie his hair back, nor raise a finger to place it behind his ear. He stops re-shaping the small piece of wood as he hears a soft patter of footsteps from in-front.
βHm?β He hums, his guard lowers significantly once realising it was you. The knife is lowered too, and the items were placed afar so it does not distract you nor come in your way.
βMay I please sit on your lap?β You ask with those big beady eyes of yours, hands behind your back as your tone is light and sweet.
Of course, silence is ensured for a few seconds. His brooding figure straightens up from his spot. He quirks a dark, angular brow at your much smaller figure.
βWhy?β He asks with a straight face.
Your cheeks burn, and your expression was alike of a kicked pup. He catches on quickly, and he immediately feels bad for seeming so nonchalant and blunt.
βU-Um.. I just, I wanted to.. N-nevermind. Sorry.β You shyly stammer, akin to a doe whom tries to stand up for the first time.
He easily suppresses the smile which almost etched onto his face at your stuttering. Cute.
βI didnβt say no, yβknow.β He gestures you to come over with a simple pat on his thigh. You beam, eagerly toddling to him like a tiny tot wanting to get her stuffies. You sit yourself on his thighs, shoes quite literally lifting off of the ground because of how big he was. Even if he sat down, he still always towered over you.
He allows you to wiggle a bit on his lap, but a hand comes down to rest on your knee to squeeze it a bit as a gentle warning to not go any higher. You do obey, of course. Your back is to his chest, your hands positioned on your lap as you almost melt at how warm he was.
βComfortable?β At each word he uttered to you, it was more toned down in pitch, a low hum always started. You nod lazily, a smile of satisfaction of how comfy he felt underneath. You donβt mind the way he snakes his arms around your waist. βGood.β
The smirk on his face is very visible. The log he rests upon feels even more smaller as he slowly starts to manspread right in front of you. The guitar in his hand is placed gently just to the side before he beckons you to come forth. You reluctantly sit on his lap, almost squirming at how close he was.
A hand on your hip, another squish to your thigh, a soft roll from his hip teasingly upwards, a touch here, a touch there..
βJavier!β You whine, swatting his hand off your curves. He could only teasingly grin, before shrugging. β..Tu pediste esto.β His voice serenades.
You try to swat his hands off again, but merely give up, knowing he wonβt stop any time soon. You lay your cheek on his chest, lithe arms wrapped around his waist as your back arches a tad bit from not supporting your structure. His hands are on the small of your back, rubbing small circles on the softness of your clothed skin.
The embers from the mini camp-fire is light and descends off in the dark night, crackles of the wood calms your nerves down just a bit. He does tone his touch down just a tad bit for your sake, despite wanting to desperately grab at.. literally anything. Heβs had ladies before, but by far was he the neediest when it came to you.
You canβt help but take a small peak from above, wispy lashes coming to tinker a bit when he tilts his gaze to fixate on you. A small smile on his face, as he greedily eats up all of the touch you gave to him.
β..hi.β You quietly mumble, a bit muffled because of the fact that half of your face is mushed against the fabrics of his clothes. A fox-like grin etches on his tan face as he presses a tiny kiss on your forehead, entertaining you by replying with a simple βhola.β
βYouβre really clingy- and touchy. I hope you know that.β You grumble when his hand comes to cup your curves again.
Based off that arcane meme (also the charles one is referencing the epilogue but i couldnt find a pic of him in the fighting ring in saint denis so you just get regular epilogue charles π)
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