Hottest Flower Boy

“You need help, babe?” A girl you knew passively proposed when she saw you struggling to spread your brand new body glitter down your legs. Smiling in relief at her offer, you gave a small thanks before handing her the bottle and stood upright for easier access, allowing her to properly apply the lotion evenly across your skin.

“There you go.” She gave you a playful slap to your ass when she was done.

Turning around, you both studied how the light reflected off of your skin in the mirror while occasionally shifting around to see the how iridescent the product actually was.

Being a stripper, or a performer as you would like to prefer, meant that you constantly had to keep up with appearances. This meant flawless skin, hair, makeup, anything to sell the fantasy to the guys that come in the club willing to spend their money dry for some attention.  

Aside from the hefty pocket full of ones that you leave with every morning, it wasn’t a particularly glamorous job. Rather most times, it was physically and mentally strenuous. Dancing for hours on end on those gravity defying heels left you with a bit of bruises and muscle strain on a particularly busy nights. Not to mention the general perverts and constantly having to deal with customers that had too much to drink took a bit of toll on your state of health.

However it’s nothing a couple thousand Jenny couldn’t fix.

literally me when I see a typo every time I'm brave enough to reread my fics

2x+4y = Who Cares

Sometimes you couldn’t believe that you’re actually here. Sitting at an expansive lecture hall at eight in the morning, listening to the Professor explaining the mechanics of a… drawing with numbers on it? You couldn’t really tell. If you were held at a gunpoint and had to explain what your major even was, you’d find yourself to be non-existent in a matter of seconds.

And it wasn’t you who was surprised that you’ll be enrolling to one of the most prestigious university in the country, your friends initially thought you were just taking the piss.

A month ago you were just coming back from a short trip from the coast after your friend graciously invited you all to party on his yacht, a form of celebration after acquiring his boating license. Then when you got home, your parents sat you down for a little talk. Apparently your parents were unsatisfied with your current lack of prestige contributions to the family name. They had a problem having an only child with no real ambitions. It turns out having an aspiration for being an influencer wasn’t good enough for the highbrows.

Obsessed with upholding the family name and keeping up with the high society, they wanted you to become academically accomplished like the other children. You thought it was a bit weird. Your parents never cared for your grades. It was all about lining up the foreign cars in front of the mansion, purchasing the nth second home in another country and building up connections by going to charity galas.

I’m so amazed by writers who pump out like 1-3k fics almost on a daily with consistent writing quality and creative plots each time

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Milluki makes sure to lock his bedroom door, gripping the doorknob to give a firm tug for a test before returning to his desk. Looking over to his side, he saw his box of tissues and lotion adequately placed beside his monitor. Sighing he turned on his PC as it whirred to life, giving light in the usually dark and dank bedroom of his.

The monitor’s screen lights up the various collections of his hobbies placed carefully by his shelves. Rows of books, visual novels and figurines are placed meticulously according to their size and colours. What you would notice the most however, are the figurines. The stated collectable items, dolls as Killua would call it, are predominantly girls in rather compromising positions kept in mint condition.

His family and others around him sometimes wonder when he would grow out of this phase. He was a rather reclusive oddball but loyal and other times helpful to his family’s niche business endeavours. He’d like to think he matured a bit though, over the years he’s found that setting aside his pride, or what little he had left, seem to be less exhausting and taxing on his self-esteem.

It was painfully obvious Milluki was not alike his family, however while Milluki is not many things unlike his siblings, he was not far from the average guy in his early twenties.

His primary interests lied in cyphering codes, games and animated girls with submissive demeanours.

I didn’t say which Zoldyck

LO(S/V)ER

One never really stops working for the Zoldyck family, well, at least that was the case for the esteemed workers in the house. Precarious posts in the estate such as butlers and gamekeepers held a much deeper affinity for the family than you’ll ever possess. Rather, you held a position in the house that required no weapon training background or the knowledge to impair vital organs efficiently.

You were a personal private chef along with a couple of others the Zoldyck family had at their disposal. Placement at the estate wasn’t quite as challenging as you thought it would be. It was a relief to know that cleaning and food service workers weren’t held up to such a high regard as other positions in the house.

Instead, the rules affixed were quite permissive and casual. One might assume such working contracts of the Zoldyck replicate the rules and regulations of a normal hospitality industry. You were granted a generous financial offer, unrestricted access outside of the estate and plus they had a great dental plan.

im literally just gonna dump fics that caters to me and 2 other people here hehe so anyways 2 zoldyck fics coming out soon 🤪✌️