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Kankri Vantas was always going on and on about his triggers, including the triggers of others. Many occasions he'd ask yours and you'd bite your tongue, refusing to tell the troll that he was your trigger. He was your trigger for just about everything. Yet, he was still one of your closest friends. Whilst you had a moirail, you had proposed the idea of him being yours. Which, to your dismay, he had declined kindly. As kind as Kankri can possibly be, mind you, which isn't all that kind once you compare it to the kindness of... anyone else. Continuously telling you that he was 'celibate'. You knew the person whom was closest to him was Porrim, almost being at moirail status, but not quite there yet. Kankri refused to have any sort of relationship, pale, ashen, black, or red; it didn't matter. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he would probably never feel the same way back. Besides, wasn't he red for Latula? She was pretty rad, even if you knew it was an act, you wished you could be her somehow. To have Kankri remind you the little things he found endearing about you, to have him make it real apparent he was red for you. That would never happen though, right? Correct. Your flush-crush was unrequited and you knew it.

Back when you told him how you felt, he simply stood there, inhaling a deep breath. Closing his eyes as he exhaled it, you can remember every word he said, the way he enunciated each word perfectly, almost trying to use his words carefully. After about the third time of being denied of, really, any quadrant, you gave up. The first time you had asked to be in a quadrant was pale, the second ashen with Porrim and yourself, the third you suggested black, simply since you didn't want to propose the red quadrant. Honestly, you'd be okay with any quadrant, as long as you could know he felt some sort of emotion for you; even if it were hate. You obviously weren't desperate enough to try a fourth time, so you gave up. Porrim was quite surprised by him declining, seeing as she was the one to influence you into asking him to be in a quadrant with you. (Maybe even earn her a spot in his quadrants if you got in good.) What was that one thing he tagged as a trigger before speaking? Under-privileged? Oh yeah, that was it. Surely you weren't that bad though. Your (B/C) blood couldn't have been that low in his eyes, could it? No way were you going to let him rain on your parade, well, any longer, that is. You were standing there, listening to another lecture of his. He always seemed to make his shorter nowadays, possibly from it being awkward now? That was understandable. If someone of whom you viewed as a potential 'pupil' and only that has continued trying to get into our quadrants, you would obviously be a bit weirded out by it. Okay, a bit is an understatement. You decided you wouldn't hold it against him when you practically tried forcing yourself into his quadrants. Okay, maybe you didn't do that exactly, but the way he acted made it feel like you did.

'Trigger warning: #rejection , #under -privileged, #possible hurt feelings. #yet again no, #celibate .' You remember his 'triggers' as if they were yesterday. You weren't sure what was more hurtful; the fact he tagged it as 'yet again no' or 'rejection' before saying anything more on the subject. Your eyes scanned over him as you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks, turning a slight shade of (B/C). "Are you alright, ___? Perhaps I should repeat what I have said if you were not paying attention to me. You have been acting quite oddly ever since our past exchanges, which in no case should be a reason for you to act so coldly and trigger me time and time again, but no matter, I could very well understand how much you must be angry at me. To be shot down time after time, yet perhaps your luck will change eventually. Trigger warning: #Future confessions, #Comfortable , #Checking your privileges." Taking a deep breath, the male continued as you simply stared at him, almost not understand what he was saying, perhaps wondering if he was making fun of you. Your cheeks turned a darker shade as your eyebrows furrowed. "It would seem I might have hit a trigger, regardless, I'll proceed with caution on this matter, or any matters involving quadrants, to be precise. You seem to be flustered as your blush is growing at an incredibly rapid pace. Seeing as you could also possibly be not feeling well, meaning I was completely off with the subject of anything quadrant related, I suggest you sitting down, or even better, turning around and going to get some rest altogether back at your hive."

What was he even rambling about anymore? You had tuned out a long time ago as you played with your fingernails, chipping the paint off little by little by the more frustrated you got. "You shouldn't do that, you see, when you do that you're simply scratching and ripping off most of the top layer of your nails, not only it is very triggering when you're constantly picking at your polish when I'm--"

"Trigger warning, #Don 't care, #I'm leaving, #Finish your essay later.." You felt a bit bad mocking him, even after seeing how his face somewhat twisted, but returned back to normal within seconds. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ah, alright. Get some rest, ___. I am considering the possibilities that you might have swallowed some sopor while sleeping in your recuperacoon, seeing how hostile you're acting towards me today. Sopor, unfortunately, has a different effect on each and every troll/human that tries to ingest it, or, ingests it by accident. While it gives some a euphoric feeling, or gives you the illusion as if you're floating, on some the results are the exact opposite. Did you know that the slime that we call sopor is actually..."

Walking away while he was in the middle of his essay, err, ramblings, you knew you'd get lectured on that as soon as you saw the male again. When were you ever going to face him and not get completely frustrated when he acted like a complete and utter nuisance? You had a natural thirst for knowledge, however, that made you keep going back to him like a moth drawn to a bright light. Okay, maybe it wasn't the knowledge you liked, it was just him, but to you it seemed like a good enough cover, especially in trying to convince yourself you were no longer flushed for him; in which case you were.

After hanging out for the rest of the day, you fell asleep pestering your moirail. Waking up in the morning to a knocking at your front door, you cleared your throat and made your way to your door. Seeing Kankri standing there, he opened his mouth to speak, but paused, looking down at your messy hair, sopor on your bare shoulder, drowsy eyes and soft yawning, you still in your pajamas. "Good morning, ___. I was simply coming over to ask if you would like to spend the day with me today, seeing as Porrim packed me a picnic basket and told me to come get you. I was not quite sure what she was hinting at, but she told me that you perhaps might enjoy spending the day with me. Not to mention she threatened me with a few things, such as telling you some of my utmost important secrets. Becoming triggered I took the opportunity to spend some quality time teaching you and such. First, you should probably get decent, since you look as if you had just woke up. Also, don't wearing such revealing things. You could trigger someone in the more sexual of ways."

"I did just wake up, but never mind, come in. I'll get ready quick, just sit down and make yourself at home, okay? I'll keep that in mind as well, Kankri." You gave him your best smile, then quickly ran to make yourself decent.

Spraying yourself with some perfume, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, then brushing your hair out, you took one last glance at yourself before deciding you looked good enough. Making your way back out, Kankri insisted on holding the door open for you as always, then the two of you made your way towards this little open area that was under a tree. Standing there as you took a blanket out of the bag, you started singing quietly, the lyrics happening to be about love, which Kankri had told you could be a possible trigger. Not only that, but they didn't seem to make sense. You sighed, trying to find a few rocks to hold the blanket down. As you started putting them on the edges, he decided to continue rambling seeing as he felt he still had your complete and utter attention; which he did. He always did.

"Since we seemed to end up on the subject of romance yet again, I feel I have to tell you something that you perhaps might like. Although, you could take it the complete opposite way and nothing good will come of me telling you. Trigger warnings, #Chance of rejection, #Red quadrant, #First quadrant ever being asked to fill, #Flush -crush, #Potential ship?, although I really don't like speaking of ships, or anything that involves pailing, I suppose I will step out of my comfort zone to tell you what is currently on my mind. Well, what has been on my thinkpan for quite some time now."

You couldn't do anything but stare at him as you turned on your heel, now speechless. Taking this as a good sign, he continued to ramble, trying to get his point across. "Well, as you may know, you have tried to get in three of my four quadrants, red being the only one you have yet to pursue. Whilst I am not too keen on being asked myself, it somewhat confuses me that you have yet to ask. Regardless of the fact I don't feel pale, ashen, or black for you does in no way not mean I don't feel completely and utterly... what is the word? infatuated, smitten, awestruck, ensorcelled, captivated, and or enamored by you. You have a beguiling smile that makes me feel lifted and makes me, well, feel as if there were a million winged-beasts in my stomach. That little way that you laugh either from nervousness or pure joy is melodious and uplifting. Do you remember that time you had fallen in front of the entire group, hoping no one saw, but when mostly everyone did and started laughing, you simply stood and laughed as well? You seemed to feel quite embarrassed after almost everyone had left, hanging your head a bit. Even though you were almost certain no one had known you felt even in the slightest upset over it, I could tell and the fact that you shrugged it off, I found that quite admirable." Shifting from foot to foot, he sighed quietly. "Whenever our eyes somehow hold contact from across the room, I can feel my blood pumping organ almost stop for a slight second. Your scent is intoxicating and, well, the way that you listen to any of my constant lectures and or ramblings is nice considering no one gives me the time of day as far as they go. I don't think I've met such a kindhearted, wonderful person ever before I met you. No one on Beforus, or Alternia, nor Earth, for that matter, that I've met could even compare in the slightest shred of a bit to you, ____."

You sat down on the blanket since your knees were buckling slightly, swallowing any remaining saliva in your mouth as your heart started beating fast, so hard it almost hurt you. "What I'm getting at, ___, is in that in all honesty, I'm flushed for you. After a short while, you seemed to mesmerize me and I felt myself going from a pale red, to one that is even brighter and more vivid than my blood color. I didn't think it was quite possible, so, whenever you'd ask to be in a quadrant, or would hint at it, I could feel myself somehow becoming a bit disappointed. Thinking to myself, maybe you wouldn't wish to be in a red relationship, committed to me in that sort of romantic sense. What I'm asking is, would you give me the pleasure of you being my matesprit?"

You remained silent, still trying to comprehend what all he was saying. Was it hot in here? You felt as if you were about to pass out. You had liked him for about, how long as it been now, 3 years straight? Three taunting, tantalizing years of a feeling of hopeless, unrequited love. Now he was here, standing in front of you, telling you he had felt the exact same feelings and asking you to be in a quadrant of his? Especially one that you were hoping for, the only one you didn't ask about. "I completely and fully understand if you say no, or decline, but I would like for your feedback and a reply to everything I have just said."

Standing once you got your strength back, the wind felt wonderful against your heated cheeks, his were also a slight red. Getting closer to him, you watched him closely, hoping not to offend him as your eyes shot from his eyes to his lips, then back, before you closed them, then closed the space between your lips and his. Pulling away a few seconds later when you felt him being unresponsive. Nearly crashing his lips back against yours hungry, almost as he needed this more than anything, he clutched at the back of your shirt, wanting to be closer. A bit surprised at first, you couldn't help but smile, then wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you gently pulled at it, occasionally pushing his head towards you more. Your lips moved against his as he placed kiss after sweet kiss on your lips, before turning it a bit more passionate. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, letting your lip stretch slightly before letting it go. Opening your mouth for him, he slowly traced your mouth with his tongue, eventually finding your own. Your breathing, that was currently through your nose, was becoming a bit more rushed and you knew you'd have to break away soon. Enjoying the way he tasted, the way his tongue gently caressed and rubbed against yours, the way he clung to you for dear life. After a few more moments, the two of you parted, still remaining close. For the first time, it seemed Kankri was speechless, the only words out of his mouth being, "Wow" and "I've wanted that for so long."

Laughing quietly, you pulled him down to sit with you, you sitting in his lap as you gently pecked him on the lips again. "Maybe later we could go a bit farther." You suggested, your heart starting to regain it's more normal pace. Kankri remained silent, clearly flustered by what you had said. "Flushed for you more than you'll ever know, Kankri Vantas."

"Flushed for you as well, ____."

Fourth time's the charm. That was for sure. You supposed even if it wasn't the exact saying, you'd accept it. Perhaps instead of the third time, the fourth was secretly the charm along? Yeah, that was good enough for you for now. At this moment in time, all you wanted to do was enjoy your picnic and cuddle with your new matesprit, making the most of your time in his warm embrace on this beautiful day. You had to remember to thank Porrim.

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Kankri Vantas was always going on and on about his triggers, including the triggers of others. Many occasions he'd ask yours and you'd bite your tongue, refusing to tell the troll that he was your trigger. He was your trigger for just about everything. Yet, he was still one of your closest friends. Whilst you had a moirail, you had proposed the idea of him being yours. Which, to your dismay, he had declined kindly. As kind as Kankri can possibly be, mind you, which isn't all that kind once you compare it to the kindness of... anyone else. Continuously telling you that he was 'celibate'. You knew the person whom was closest to him was Porrim, almost being at moirail status, but not quite there yet. Kankri refused to have any sort of relationship, pale, ashen, black, or red; it didn't matter. It frustrated you to no end knowing that he would probably never feel the same way back. Besides, wasn't he red for Latula? She was pretty rad, even if you knew it was an act, you wished you could be her somehow. To have Kankri remind you the little things he found endearing about you, to have him make it real apparent he was red for you. That would never happen though, right? Correct. Your flush-crush was unrequited and you knew it.

Back when you told him how you felt, he simply stood there, inhaling a deep breath. Closing his eyes as he exhaled it, you can remember every word he said, the way he enunciated each word perfectly, almost trying to use his words carefully. After about the third time of being denied of, really, any quadrant, you gave up. The first time you had asked to be in a quadrant was pale, the second ashen with Porrim and yourself, the third you suggested black, simply since you didn't want to propose the red quadrant. Honestly, you'd be okay with any quadrant, as long as you could know he felt some sort of emotion for you; even if it were hate. You obviously weren't desperate enough to try a fourth time, so you gave up. Porrim was quite surprised by him declining, seeing as she was the one to influence you into asking him to be in a quadrant with you. (Maybe even earn her a spot in his quadrants if you got in good.) What was that one thing he tagged as a trigger before speaking? Under-privileged? Oh yeah, that was it. Surely you weren't that bad though. Your (B/C) blood couldn't have been that low in his eyes, could it? No way were you going to let him rain on your parade, well, any longer, that is. You were standing there, listening to another lecture of his. He always seemed to make his shorter nowadays, possibly from it being awkward now? That was understandable. If someone of whom you viewed as a potential 'pupil' and only that has continued trying to get into our quadrants, you would obviously be a bit weirded out by it. Okay, a bit is an understatement. You decided you wouldn't hold it against him when you practically tried forcing yourself into his quadrants. Okay, maybe you didn't do that exactly, but the way he acted made it feel like you did.

'Trigger warning: #rejection , #under -privileged, #possible hurt feelings. #yet again no, #celibate .' You remember his 'triggers' as if they were yesterday. You weren't sure what was more hurtful; the fact he tagged it as 'yet again no' or 'rejection' before saying anything more on the subject. Your eyes scanned over him as you felt your blood rushing to your cheeks, turning a slight shade of (B/C). "Are you alright, ___? Perhaps I should repeat what I have said if you were not paying attention to me. You have been acting quite oddly ever since our past exchanges, which in no case should be a reason for you to act so coldly and trigger me time and time again, but no matter, I could very well understand how much you must be angry at me. To be shot down time after time, yet perhaps your luck will change eventually. Trigger warning: #Future confessions, #Comfortable , #Checking your privileges." Taking a deep breath, the male continued as you simply stared at him, almost not understand what he was saying, perhaps wondering if he was making fun of you. Your cheeks turned a darker shade as your eyebrows furrowed. "It would seem I might have hit a trigger, regardless, I'll proceed with caution on this matter, or any matters involving quadrants, to be precise. You seem to be flustered as your blush is growing at an incredibly rapid pace. Seeing as you could also possibly be not feeling well, meaning I was completely off with the subject of anything quadrant related, I suggest you sitting down, or even better, turning around and going to get some rest altogether back at your hive."

What was he even rambling about anymore? You had tuned out a long time ago as you played with your fingernails, chipping the paint off little by little by the more frustrated you got. "You shouldn't do that, you see, when you do that you're simply scratching and ripping off most of the top layer of your nails, not only it is very triggering when you're constantly picking at your polish when I'm--"

"Trigger warning, #Don 't care, #I'm leaving, #Finish your essay later.." You felt a bit bad mocking him, even after seeing how his face somewhat twisted, but returned back to normal within seconds. "Maybe I'll see you tomorrow."

"Ah, alright. Get some rest, ___. I am considering the possibilities that you might have swallowed some sopor while sleeping in your recuperacoon, seeing how hostile you're acting towards me today. Sopor, unfortunately, has a different effect on each and every troll/human that tries to ingest it, or, ingests it by accident. While it gives some a euphoric feeling, or gives you the illusion as if you're floating, on some the results are the exact opposite. Did you know that the slime that we call sopor is actually..."

Walking away while he was in the middle of his essay, err, ramblings, you knew you'd get lectured on that as soon as you saw the male again. When were you ever going to face him and not get completely frustrated when he acted like a complete and utter nuisance? You had a natural thirst for knowledge, however, that made you keep going back to him like a moth drawn to a bright light. Okay, maybe it wasn't the knowledge you liked, it was just him, but to you it seemed like a good enough cover, especially in trying to convince yourself you were no longer flushed for him; in which case you were.

After hanging out for the rest of the day, you fell asleep pestering your moirail. Waking up in the morning to a knocking at your front door, you cleared your throat and made your way to your door. Seeing Kankri standing there, he opened his mouth to speak, but paused, looking down at your messy hair, sopor on your bare shoulder, drowsy eyes and soft yawning, you still in your pajamas. "Good morning, ___. I was simply coming over to ask if you would like to spend the day with me today, seeing as Porrim packed me a picnic basket and told me to come get you. I was not quite sure what she was hinting at, but she told me that you perhaps might enjoy spending the day with me. Not to mention she threatened me with a few things, such as telling you some of my utmost important secrets. Becoming triggered I took the opportunity to spend some quality time teaching you and such. First, you should probably get decent, since you look as if you had just woke up. Also, don't wearing such revealing things. You could trigger someone in the more sexual of ways."

"I did just wake up, but never mind, come in. I'll get ready quick, just sit down and make yourself at home, okay? I'll keep that in mind as well, Kankri." You gave him your best smile, then quickly ran to make yourself decent.

Spraying yourself with some perfume, brushing your teeth, getting dressed, then brushing your hair out, you took one last glance at yourself before deciding you looked good enough. Making your way back out, Kankri insisted on holding the door open for you as always, then the two of you made your way towards this little open area that was under a tree. Standing there as you took a blanket out of the bag, you started singing quietly, the lyrics happening to be about love, which Kankri had told you could be a possible trigger. Not only that, but they didn't seem to make sense. You sighed, trying to find a few rocks to hold the blanket down. As you started putting them on the edges, he decided to continue rambling seeing as he felt he still had your complete and utter attention; which he did. He always did.

"Since we seemed to end up on the subject of romance yet again, I feel I have to tell you something that you perhaps might like. Although, you could take it the complete opposite way and nothing good will come of me telling you. Trigger warnings, #Chance of rejection, #Red quadrant, #First quadrant ever being asked to fill, #Flush -crush, #Potential ship?, although I really don't like speaking of ships, or anything that involves pailing, I suppose I will step out of my comfort zone to tell you what is currently on my mind. Well, what has been on my thinkpan for quite some time now."

You couldn't do anything but stare at him as you turned on your heel, now speechless. Taking this as a good sign, he continued to ramble, trying to get his point across. "Well, as you may know, you have tried to get in three of my four quadrants, red being the only one you have yet to pursue. Whilst I am not too keen on being asked myself, it somewhat confuses me that you have yet to ask. Regardless of the fact I don't feel pale, ashen, or black for you does in no way not mean I don't feel completely and utterly... what is the word? infatuated, smitten, awestruck, ensorcelled, captivated, and or enamored by you. You have a beguiling smile that makes me feel lifted and makes me, well, feel as if there were a million winged-beasts in my stomach. That little way that you laugh either from nervousness or pure joy is melodious and uplifting. Do you remember that time you had fallen in front of the entire group, hoping no one saw, but when mostly everyone did and started laughing, you simply stood and laughed as well? You seemed to feel quite embarrassed after almost everyone had left, hanging your head a bit. Even though you were almost certain no one had known you felt even in the slightest upset over it, I could tell and the fact that you shrugged it off, I found that quite admirable." Shifting from foot to foot, he sighed quietly. "Whenever our eyes somehow hold contact from across the room, I can feel my blood pumping organ almost stop for a slight second. Your scent is intoxicating and, well, the way that you listen to any of my constant lectures and or ramblings is nice considering no one gives me the time of day as far as they go. I don't think I've met such a kindhearted, wonderful person ever before I met you. No one on Beforus, or Alternia, nor Earth, for that matter, that I've met could even compare in the slightest shred of a bit to you, ____."

You sat down on the blanket since your knees were buckling slightly, swallowing any remaining saliva in your mouth as your heart started beating fast, so hard it almost hurt you. "What I'm getting at, ___, is in that in all honesty, I'm flushed for you. After a short while, you seemed to mesmerize me and I felt myself going from a pale red, to one that is even brighter and more vivid than my blood color. I didn't think it was quite possible, so, whenever you'd ask to be in a quadrant, or would hint at it, I could feel myself somehow becoming a bit disappointed. Thinking to myself, maybe you wouldn't wish to be in a red relationship, committed to me in that sort of romantic sense. What I'm asking is, would you give me the pleasure of you being my matesprit?"

You remained silent, still trying to comprehend what all he was saying. Was it hot in here? You felt as if you were about to pass out. You had liked him for about, how long as it been now, 3 years straight? Three taunting, tantalizing years of a feeling of hopeless, unrequited love. Now he was here, standing in front of you, telling you he had felt the exact same feelings and asking you to be in a quadrant of his? Especially one that you were hoping for, the only one you didn't ask about. "I completely and fully understand if you say no, or decline, but I would like for your feedback and a reply to everything I have just said."

Standing once you got your strength back, the wind felt wonderful against your heated cheeks, his were also a slight red. Getting closer to him, you watched him closely, hoping not to offend him as your eyes shot from his eyes to his lips, then back, before you closed them, then closed the space between your lips and his. Pulling away a few seconds later when you felt him being unresponsive. Nearly crashing his lips back against yours hungry, almost as he needed this more than anything, he clutched at the back of your shirt, wanting to be closer. A bit surprised at first, you couldn't help but smile, then wrapped your arms around his neck, fingers tangling into his hair as you gently pulled at it, occasionally pushing his head towards you more. Your lips moved against his as he placed kiss after sweet kiss on your lips, before turning it a bit more passionate. He tugged at your lower lip with his teeth, letting your lip stretch slightly before letting it go. Opening your mouth for him, he slowly traced your mouth with his tongue, eventually finding your own. Your breathing, that was currently through your nose, was becoming a bit more rushed and you knew you'd have to break away soon. Enjoying the way he tasted, the way his tongue gently caressed and rubbed against yours, the way he clung to you for dear life. After a few more moments, the two of you parted, still remaining close. For the first time, it seemed Kankri was speechless, the only words out of his mouth being, "Wow" and "I've wanted that for so long."

Laughing quietly, you pulled him down to sit with you, you sitting in his lap as you gently pecked him on the lips again. "Maybe later we could go a bit farther." You suggested, your heart starting to regain it's more normal pace. Kankri remained silent, clearly flustered by what you had said. "Flushed for you more than you'll ever know, Kankri Vantas."

"Flushed for you as well, ____."

Fourth time's the charm. That was for sure. You supposed even if it wasn't the exact saying, you'd accept it. Perhaps instead of the third time, the fourth was secretly the charm along? Yeah, that was good enough for you for now. At this moment in time, all you wanted to do was enjoy your picnic and cuddle with your new matesprit, making the most of your time in his warm embrace on this beautiful day. You had to remember to thank Porrim.