#WHY YU SO HANDSOME MAN

[awearywritersworld]

men are so quick to blame the gods

ryomen sukuna x reader summary: your boyfriend is a heavy sleeper, leaving you to form an unlikely relationship with the curse occupying his body during the late hours of the night. w/c: 2.6k tags/warnings: enemies to lovers. angst/fluff. aged up!yuuji. sa is mentioned but it's pretty much just sukuna saying he doesn't condone it. heavy kissing. obvi features yuuji x reader but it's not at all the focus. cursing. sukuna calls you kitten. i'd like to think he's not too ooc in this but im probably delusional. not canon compliant. fem!reader. no use of y/n. no manga spoilers. a/n: am i rehabbing our handsome vicious psychopath? yes<3 loosely inspired by this post (features manga spoilers) of him being v beautiful and poetic series masterlist // masterlist

humans have always irritated the king of curses— pathetic little vermin scurrying around, utterly oblivious to their own weakness.

so it came as quite a shock to him when he awoke after over a millenia, only to find himself trapped inside the body of some teenaged brat.

nearly 7 years later and he's positive there isn't a person he despises more in the universe. not even the cocky six eyes wielder can elicit sukuna's fury the way itadori yuuji so easily does.

that's why he resolved early on to kill his vessel's pretty little girlfriend, an act he hopes might satiate his spite. he's positive nothing would devastate yuuji more.

luckily for you, life has a funny way of working.

you and yuuji are standing at an intersection in the city, the pink-haired man staring at his phone as he tries to piece together the directions to a new sushi restaurant you've been wanting to try.

when the pedestrian sign on the other side of the street blinks, you step out onto the pavement without checking for oncoming traffic.

"what the-" yuuji's confused voice fills your ears just as a rough hand wraps around your wrist, yanking you backward violently.

a car barrels through the spot you'd just been standing, the driver clearly not paying attention to the traffic signal. you look back just in time to see harsh black marks fading from your boyfriend's arm, though the rest of his body has seemingly remained unblemished.

it's an odd sensation for yuuji because he's never lost control to sukuna in such a manner. he doesn't dwell on it long though, as anger blossoms in his chest.

"do not touch her," he scolds the curse occupying his body.

a mouth appears on his cheek and scoffs. "sure. i'll just let her die next time."

"it's okay, yu," you interject before he can retaliate. "thanks, sukuna. i, uh, appreciate it."

he grumbles something incomprehensible, his mouth quickly disappearing. your boyfriend looks at you bemused, but you only shrug. the fact that yuuji had lost control to sukuna doesn't make you feel nervous or threatened. you're grateful that he kept you from being run over, albeit a bit surprised.

as you continue your walk to the the sushi restaurant, you find yourself not quite able to meet yuuji's eye because... well... you haven't exactly been forthright regarding your relationship with the king of curses.

the first night it happens, you're laying in bed eagerly finishing the final volume of a manga you've been reading. yuuji is fast asleep and has been for hours, though you're used to being the night owl in the relationship.

you keep wiping at your eyes, the cheerful ending tugging at your heartstrings and tying the story together in a beautiful way.

"can you stop with your incessant sniveling? this idiot's brain is so rarely quiet and you're ruining it."

you look over to see the eye beneath your boyfriend's is open, staring at you scornfully.

"can you fuck off?" your tone is obviously meant to mock him. "i'm finishing one of my favorite mangas and you're ruining it."

"need i remind you of your place, brat?" he sneers. "it's dreadfully wretched, crying because you don't like the ending to some stupid story."

"since you're so clearly invested, i'll have you know i'm crying because i do like it."

"..and here i thought you couldn't get any more pathetic."

your eye twitches in annoyance. "just because you're mad about being stuck in 'some idiot human's body' doesn't mean you have to go around projecting your feelings of inadequacy onto other people."

you move your hand to cover the mouth on your boyfriend's cheek before sukuna can respond, hissing out in pain just a moment later.

"oh my god, you actually bit me." you inspect the teethmarks on your palm in disbelief.

"just wait until i win control of this body— the punishment you deserve for such insolence. you'd better hope you're miles away, but even then—"

"holy shit, enough already. i'll go to sleep. enjoy your peace and quiet," you growl angrily, flipping off the lamp and turning away from him. for some reason, you still find yourself mumbling, "good night."

sukuna's eye widens before promptly closing, the silence hanging in the air heavily. it's the longest conversation he's had in years and the first casual pleasantry he's heard in a millenia. he tries to feel satisfied that he got what he wanted in the end, before returning to his quiet solitude.

over the next few months, your late nights are graced somewhat frequently by the king of curses. he mainly complains— the friends you hung out with earlier were annoying, the tv's too loud, it took yuuji twenty minutes to exorcise a curse that sukuna could have dealt with in seconds.

it doesn't bother you nearly as much anymore and he's no longer able to get under your skin like he did that first night. it seems as if he's losing his touch, or perhaps he just isn't trying as hard.

it's around one in the morning, a book resting in your lap while your boyfriend snores softly beside you. sukuna's eye pops open, peering over at the text. "you're reading homer?"

your body jerks, startled by his sudden question, but you recover soon thereafter. "yeah, were you two friends or something?"

"no, you fool," he derides. "he lived far before my time."

though you don't comment on it, you find it amusing that your sarcasm had gone over his head. "oh, you're right. how silly of me to think you had friends."

"such profound witticism. i can hardly contain myself."

you sneak a glance over to find he's narrowed his eye at you and you actually giggle. "sorry."

it doesn't dawn on you how bizarre the interaction is, but sukuna abruptly realizes that something feels different. not once before tonight had he made you laugh.

he pushes the thought from his mind. "i did, however, indulge in his works during the heian period."

"really?" you perk up. it's not often you give him your full attention. "what'd you think?"

"i suppose i liked him well enough. one of my favorite lines comes from the poem you're reading."

you motion your hand for him to continue. "well don't be shy. i'm sitting here with bated breath."

he rolls his eye, but speaks nonetheless.

"men are so quick to blame the gods— they say that we devise their misery..." you realize for the first time how gruff his voice is, the deep reverberations sending a shudder down your spine. "but they themselves, in their depravity, design grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns."

his eye flickers between each of yours before you look back to your book, fiddling with the corner of the page. you're suddenly feeling rather shy. "does that mean you think humans are even crueler than you?"

he muses over your question briefly.

"if i recounted how men would flee the villages i burned, leaving their families behind in a selfish attempt to save themselves.. who would you find more revolting?

you swallow nervously. "i.. i don't know."

"what if i told you of the men who would eagerly offer their wives and daughters to me, hoping i'd spare them.. who would you deem more wicked?"

you're so busy avoiding his gaze that you don't see the way he carefully regards you. a question you're unsure you want the answer to tumbles from your lips before you can stop it. "did you accept? the.. the husbands' offers—"

"no," he responds. "i have little interest in unwilling partners."

"oh. well that's, um, good."

he hums in response, leaving you to process everything he's told you.

"you should stop," you blurt out eventually.

"stop what?"

"being nice to me." you wouldn't normally consider discussing literature then reminiscing about the egregious stories of his past life particularly kind, but then again, it is sukuna you're speaking with. "it's weird."

he rolls his eye again. "you're hardly in any position to be giving me orders, you insufferable brat."

"see? that's much better."

"why are you crying?" his tone is even, conveying neither annoyance or concern. truthfully, he has no idea what compelled him to ask in the first place.

you don't answer, hoping he'll leave you alone. you really don't have it in you tonight, even if sukuna's been much more tolerable recently. it's been weeks since you finished reading homer's epic poem.

the moon is already setting and it's just a few days before your date at the sushi restaurant.

when you sniffle again, he calls your name. you don't register that he doesn't say brat or idiot. it's the first time he's used your actual name.

"w-what do you want?"

"i seem to recall asking you a question."

you're laying on your side, facing away from yuuji and by extension, sukuna.

"i'm not crying," you declare.

sukuna briefly wonders why he's stuck dealing with you while yuuji sleeps, but his inward 'annoyance' is half hearted. "you're an awful liar."

you exhale and turn to look at him. the only light in the room is coming from the tv, but it's enough that he can see you clearly. "sometimes.. i can't help but worry about the execution."

yuuji has told you countless times that gojo has a plan, that he won't let anything happen, but you know what the higher ups are capable of.

and while it's down right shameful, you know that much, it's not only your boyfriend you worry about these days. sukuna's become so commonplace in your life, you almost look forward to talking with him at night.

"the thought of losing yuuji... of losing.. you.. it scares me," you murmur.

your words stir up feelings he's never once experienced and it's confusing to him. "i'd have figured you'd at least be pleased to be rid of me."

"well, i-i kind of thought we were friends now," you share without thinking.

"don't flatter yourself."

he regrets the words as soon as they come out of his mouth and the guilt he feels as he watches your face fall is unbecoming of a being so powerful. you apologize meekly, shifting (too late) to hide your hurt.

he can't remember a moment in which he's hated being trapped in his vessel's god forsaken body more. he wants to reach out to you, even if the idea feels entirely foreign to him.

but he can't, so he just sighs. "if you think i'm going to let a few feebleminded sorcerers execute me and the brat, you're even more foolish than i thought."

you peer at him, the smallest smile gracing your lips when you realize that's probably as close to an apology as sukuna would ever get.

"promise?"

for fuck's sake. he feels utterly pathetic. completely deplorable. laughable, even—

"yes," he states impassively. "now go to sleep."

"okay." your smile is just a little wider as your fingertips brush the spot below his eye and above his mouth. you wonder if he can even feel it. "good night, sukuna."

"...night, brat."

less than a week after sukuna saves your life at the intersection, yuuji kisses you goodbye as he heads out to a mission. he assures you he'll be early tonight, as he only has to exorcise a semi-grade one cursed spirit in roppongi.

though things don't go quite as planned because in addition to the semi-grade, he finds himself standing before two special grades. he manages to defeat one of the special grades, but the other two leave him badly hurt, his breathing labored.

he has to beg sukuna to switch out with him. the king of curses hasn't forgotten his promise to you and he's no fool— it's clear this is an ambush by the higher ups— but he'll be damned if he wasn't going to have a little fun with the brat first.

he makes quick work of the curses, each of them going rigid with fear as soon as he appears, and it soon becomes apparent that yuuji is too weakened to take back control of his body just yet.

at last, sukuna has his long yearned for freedom and a new world at his fingertips, but there's just one problem... all he wants to do is find you.

when the lock to your apartment clicks, your eyes shift to the door, an excited grin on your face. you can't hide your shock when it isn't your boyfriend that steps inside.

you don't say anything at first, simply following his frame across the room as he approaches you. he leans against the wall a few feet away from where you're sitting on the couch, folding his arms across his chest.

"seems your concerns about the execution weren't unwarranted."

"w-what?!" you exclaim, rising to your feet and taking a step toward him. "what happened?"

he relays the story to you, emphasizing how 'unimpressive' yuuji's power was and how 'terribly simple' it was for him to finish the job his vessel couldn't.

you narrow your eyes at him, only half joking when you ask, "what are you doing here, then? shouldn't you be off pillaging tokyo or something?"

he chuckles. "such a dark mind you have. it wounds me to hear you assume the worst of me."

you bite your lip to hide your smile. "just figured it'd save time."

he closes the space between you and though you can feel the heat radiating from his body, you don't shy away from him. instead, your eyes trail over the dark lines adorning his face and chest.

he reaches up and your breath catches in your throat when the back of his fingers ghost over your neck. his nails graze your skin and a sly smirk forms on his face. "aren't you frightened? it'd be all too easy to kill a little thing like you."

"but you won't."

he can't tell if your assuredness pisses him off, but it certainly makes his heart rate pick up. his hand now occupies the space where your neck meets your shoulder, his touch surprisingly gentle. "what has you so convinced?"

"well you saved me, didn't you? and.. and you kept your promise."

he hums in response and your hand seems to act of its own accord when it reaches up to rest atop his. any lingering sense of amusement is gone in an instant, the air now fraught with tension.

"so why are you here, sukuna?" you murmur.

the king of curses has never known goodness. he's wrought untold destruction and misery, his name inspiring fear even after millenia. he's a legend— a god, even— yet here you are staring up at him and he swears the look in your eyes is almost tender.

"i don't know."

"and you had the nerve to call me an awful liar."

you know you're taking a risk when you lean up and press your lips to his. he freezes for a moment before his mouth begins to move against yours tentatively. his arm stays at his side, so you grab his hand, moving it to your waist.

it's as if that flips a switch in sukuna. he backs you up against the wall somewhat roughly and you can feel him smile against your lips when you let out a squeak of surprise.

he uses the opportunity to take your bottom lip between his teeth, tugging at it before moving to your neck with the intention of leaving a trail of marks across your delicate flesh.

you know you should care, but you just can't bring yourself to tell him to stop. you're too preoccupied with the feeling. he revels in the little gasps he's pulling from your throat, in the way you grab weakly at his biceps.

"you are divine, kitten," he growls. "been waiting so long to touch you."

just as he finishes speaking, he pulls back a few inches and his body stiffens.

"damn it. not now, you stupid brat—"

the words die in his throat as the black lines begin to fade and you're met with the perplexed face of your boyfriend. he breaths out your name, clearly worried. "what.. what happened?"

[ponderingmoonlight]

JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part lll

In case you haven't read the other parts yet, here they are: JJK men sharing a bed with (y/n) part l Satoru Gojo sharing a bed with (y/n) at a love hotel (part ll)

This is the first time ever that I'm writing for Yu and Choso, so please let me know what you think<3

Pairing: Toji x reader; Geto x reader; Yu Haibara x reader; Choso x reader

Word Count: 3,7k

Warnings: Some language, a loooot of fluff in every part!

Toji Fushiguro

You blink against your heavy lids, head pounding the second you are greeted the dim light of the room. Immediately, your body starts shivering from the cold that prevails wherever you are. What happened? How did you end up here? It looks like you’re in a basement, a stony and dirty one. Your trembling figure lays on top of a bed as it seems, feet chained to the frame. Fuck, how did you end up here?

“Oh, look who’s awake. Did take you quite some time, sweetheart.”

His voice sounds distant and unpromising, the cheeky tone vibrating in it sending shivers down your spine immediately

“Where am I?”, you question with surprisingly firm voice.

“Hm, to be honest I’m not sure. Are you comfy or do you need company?”

He steps into your sight and your breath hitches for a split second. Yes, the man standing in front of you is extremely handsome, with shoulders built like cannonballs and his tight shirt that shows every trained muscle of his body. And that face…oh, what a lovely face. But the darkness that radiates from his eyes makes your stomach drop. This man means nothing but trouble.

“Touch me once with your filthy hands and I’ll slice it off”, you hiss through gritted teeth.

Desperately, your worn out body fights against the chains on your ankles as his frame draws closer, but there’s absolutely no chance for you to escape.

“I wonder how long it will take Jujutsu High to get that you’re gone”, he comments, hand gripping your chin firmly so you are forced to stare into his cold eyes.

“Huh, you’re quite handsome. No wonder that Gojo boy likes to spend time with you. You’re quite feisty though.”

You forcefully pull away from him and stare down at your shivering figure. They will find you, right? They just have to…

“Comfy, huh? I’m actually a little worn out myself, would you mind to scoot over a bit?”

“Stay. Away. From. Me.”

Your words are like venom, eyes so dangerously flashing at him that Toji escapes a chuckle.

“Your cold, bet I can warm you up a little.”

He doesn’t give a fuck about your little protest. Instead, he pushes you against the wall and lays besides you, body’s forced to touch inside the small bed.

You can’t help it. Before you get a grip of yourself, your cheeks turn dark red while you gaze at him through glittering eyes. Fuck, why does he have to smell so absolutely delicious? And the heat that radiates from his body seems to warm you through skin and bone.

“Hehe, I knew you’d like that. First time lying next to a real man I guess.”

“No, your just stinky”, you blurt out.

His face drops immediately, as well as what’s left of your sense of humor and spirit. Fuck, fuck, fuck. This was a bad idea. A really really bad idea.

“You aren’t really in the position to have a big mouth, sweetheart.”

With a swift motion, he lays on top of you, gaze piercing through you as all you can do is to writhe underneath him. Fuck, this feels so good…What? You shake your head, try to calm your hammering heart down. What the hell has gotten into you?

His hand cups your face with a tenderness that you wouldn’t have believed he’s capable of while he eyes you up and down.

“You should be glad. Not many women end up in bed with me on top of them. Today is your lucky day”, he breathes out.

“That I don’t laugh”, you hush.

Your mind and heart are all over your place. Suddenly you aren’t cold anymore but burning hot, the sheer weight of his immense body seems to crush you.

But why on earth does it have to feel so good? This man kidnapped and chained you to this tiny bed. It is obvious that he only causes trouble, not even a gorgeous face can change that.  But the way he looks down at you, his firm body pressed against yours makes it harder second by second to not stretch out your arms to investigate the valleys of his tight muscles.

“You don’t seem to mind sharing a bed with me the way you press your legs together.”

Caught. You hold your breath and look at the ceiling. This will end horrible if you don’t start keeping your composure and stop acting like a horny teenager. This man is evil, he kidnapped you, you are his hostage-

Your hands hold onto his broad shoulder tightly, roaming all over his black shirt.

“Maybe just for a minute or two…”, you mumble.

Geto Suguru

Your heart skips a beat when you catch a glimpse of him and he perfectly made man bun through which you recognize him from miles away.

Geto Suguru is back. Finally, after days, he made it back to Jujutsu High. Your feet start running on their own, too impatient to wait another second.

“Woah, easy there (y/n)”, he laughs as you lung yourself at him and burry your face in the crook of his neck.

It was so easy to fall in love with Suguru, especially when the two of you spent so much time together.

“I missed you so much”, you mumble against his uniform, arms tightening around his chest as if your life depends on it.

“I missed you too, (y/n). Heard that Satoru wants to throw a party, do you know anything about it?”

With furrowed brows, you let go of him. A party? Satoru didn’t mention the slightest about it.

“No, I’m completely clueless. But I’m set on an important mission tomorrow anyway, so no alcohol for me”, you reply.

“Fair enough. Let’s get something to eat, okay. I’m starving.”

For the rest of the day, Gojo makes no secret out of the party he will throw that evening in his (and Suguru’s) dorm.

“I really hope you’ll catch some sleep tonight”, you comment while smiling at Gojo, who desperately tries to convince Nanami to come.

“If not, I’ll just sleep at your dorm. Be prepared”, Suguru jokingly remarks.

Your heart skips a beat. Suguru sleeping at your place? The thought alone makes your stomach flutter in excitement and your cheeks go red. Way too many nights you dreamed of this to happen, to experience what it’s like to rest your head against his chest while he wraps an arm around your shoulder while his even breaths brush over face gently. Gojo really doesn’t know how lucky he is to share a room with Suguru.

“I’ll be ready. Just knock on the door twice”, you giggle.

“Check. I have to get going now. See you tomorrow before your mission. Or tonight, who knows.”

Yeah, who knows?

- Later that evening –

Knock knock.

Your eyes snap open immediately. Did you dream that? Your still sleep drunken eyes dart towards the door. Oh, please let it be real. Let it be him.

“Suguru?”, you whisper into the darkness of the room.

No response. Maybe you just desperately hoped it to be him. It’s nothing new that Suguru haunts you even when you sleep after all. Your heart sinks, while you turn to the side. Hopefully he has a great night.

Knock knock.

Instantly, you sit bolt upright in bed. No, this wasn’t a dream. You heard it loud and clearly. Before thinking twice you get up and open the door only to get greeted by his smile.

Oh, that gorgeous smile.

“Is your offer still valid?”, he whispers into the peace of the night.

“Sure, come in…”

You didn’t get the chance to see him like that often, dressed in an oversized grey shirt, shorts and his messy hair let down. But he sure does look breathtaking. So breathtaking that you forget how to move for a moment.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Do I look this bed?”, he asks while scratching the back of his head.

“No, not at all. You look absolutely handsome”, you blurt out.

Screw your fast mouth, why can’t you think and then speak?

“Oh, don’t flatter me (y/n). Not when you’re the one that’s looking absolutely gorgeous at the moment.”

Your knees threaten to give in any minute, sleep-drunken eyes just staring at him in disbelieve. This has to be a wonderful dream, right? Like the ones you try to rewatch over and over again. But no, Suguru is standing right in front of you, his soft smell radiating from his stunning figure. This is very real.

He clears his throat.

“Looks like the party won’t end anytime soon and I’m just too worn out to be awake another minute. Would you mind going to sleep? I’ll take the floor.”

“No, absolutely not”, you protest.

No way in hell is Suguru sleeping on your floor after a difficult mission.

“I’ll sleep on the chair”, you suggest.

“No way in hell, (y/n). I’m your guest and you’re leaving for an important mission tomorrow.”

“Then we’ll have to share my bed I guess”, you say your thoughts out loud.

Thick silence hangs in the air. God, you wish the floor would swallow you whole. What the hell is wrong with you? Why would you suggest something so dumb? There is no way that Suguru wants to share a bed with you-

“If you don’t mind, I’m in”, he replies.

You have to blink a few times, did he really just say yes?

“Do you like sleeping on the wall?”

“Y-Yes…”, you stutter.

“Then get in.”

Your feet follow his instruction on their own, carrying you back into bed. The mattress gives in under his weight, causing your arm to slightly brush against his.

“Oh, I’m sorry”, you mutter awkwardly.

“Don’t be. I always liked to be touched by you”, he admits.

Your heart stops.

“(y/n), what I want to say is that…No bed is as comforting as spending my time with you. I just feel like I like you a little more than just as a friend…”

“I love you”, you breathe out without thinking twice.

God, how much you love Suguru Geto. No matter how long he’s gone, no matter how often you told yourself that there will never be more between both of you than a friendship, you always craved more.

You always graved him. Completely, everything from him.

He wraps his arms around you so tightly that you just know this has to be real. No more dreaming, no more imagining. Suguru is laying right by your side, holding you close to his body.

“Thank god Gojo throws that stupid party tonight”, he comments, hand gently caressing your face.

“Thank god this dream became real…”

Yu Haibara

You jump up and down in joy, giggling loudly at the sight in front of you. Finally, it is this time of the week again. The time of your movie night with Yu.

“I knew you’d love some sushi, so I thought I’d surprise you!”, he announces, smiling widely.

You don’t know how or when it started. Since you’re both in first class of Jujutsu High, you always spent a lot of time together. Right at the beginning you both discovered your passion for good films. One thing lead to another and now you’re having a movie night each Friday.

It’s way more than that for you, though.

“You’re the best!”, you yell in excitement, embracing him in a tight hug.

“No, you’re the best. Come on, let’s waste no time.”

He grabs your hand and pulls you with him into his dorm.

You can’t believe your eyes.

“Oh my”, you breathe out.

This is way too cute. Yu decorated his room with candles and a fairy light, windows completely darkened. His bed is turned into a blanket castle, tv directed towards it. Your heart flutters, tears start stinging in your eyes.

“You didn’t have to do that”, you hush, absolutely mesmerized by how magical the room looks.

“I wanted to do something special for you tonight, (y/n).  Since you are so special to me”, he explains briefly.

His chocolate brown eyes stare down at you with nothing but affection in them. If you could, you would melt away in an instant. What a sweet and caring boy he is. Always there for others, careful about putting a smile on the faces of those around him. You can’t help but admire him for his beautiful soul and character. God, you truly don’t deserve this amount of kindness.

“Oh Yu, I think I need to cry.”

Tenderly, you wrap your arms around him once more, take in his soft scent that sticks to his white shirt that you love on him so much.

“Come on, no need to cry. Let’s get into bed instead!”

Gently, he pushes you into the mattress and hands you a pair of chopsticks.

“As it’s my turn to choose a film, I decided on something Ghibli”, he proudly announces.

All you can do is stare at him in awe. He is so breathtakingly gorgeous that you can’t believe you sit next to him on his bed. Every Friday, your heart skips a beat when gazing upon his features. He makes it look so easy to smile in a world that seems hopeless most of the time, always optimistic.

“Are you okay, (y/n)?”

You shake your thoughts away, cheeks redden. Damn, he caught you staring. He smiles softly at you, hand gently brushing against your arm. Oh, you see stars.

“Yeah, just a little overwhelmed I guess…”, you mumble.

“No need to be overwhelmed. You deserve the world! This is a small gesture compared to how great you are!”

By the way his eyes light up you can tell that he truly believes in his own words.

“Hey (y/n), would you mind cuddling a little? I guess I just really love your hugs.”

Time stands still, you fumble for words. If you mind to cuddle, with him? Absolutely not. No, this is what your dreams are made of.

“Not at all.”

“Great!”

Gently, he wraps his arm around your shoulder and positions the blanket on top of both of you, sushi placed on his lap. You let your head sink against his shoulder, closing your eyes for a moment. Oh, how much you longed for that Friday nights, how much you adore his touch. The unusual sensation of him asking for cuddles sends a shiver down your spine and makes your heart flutter in excitement.

“You know, I love it when we lay in my bed and watch movies. It’s my highlight every week”, he confesses casually between eating some sushi.

“Really?”

“Of course! Your great company and your taste in movies is exquisite.”

You let out a cute little giggle at the way he dramatically pronounces the last word of his sentence, index finger stretched out in front of his nose. Yu never failed to make you smile.

“I just hope this never ends. I really like you, Yu…”

Your confession sounds so strange coming out of your mouth, but you can’t hold it back any longer.

“Well, I really hope you do considering you are my girlfriend!”

Girlfriend!? Your eyes dart at him in shock, mouth hanging open while your mind fumbles for the right words.

Girlfriend? He never mentioned that he’s in a relationship before, especially not with you.

“I mean, you are my girlfriend, right? After all we’re spending so much time together and it’s clear that you like me and I like you”, he adds, confused by the way your expression changed.

“You know that normally, people ask each other out, right?”, you enquire, still staring at him like an idiot.

Yu simply shrugs his shoulders while gifting you with another of his breathtaking smiles.

“Why asking if I already know that we like each other? Seems pretty unnecessary to me. Or do you not want to?”

You can see the way his grin slightly drops at this possibility. No, no, no, this is absolutely not what you wanted.

“Yes, yes, yes. I absolutely want to”, you blabber out.

He lets out a laughter, arms wrapping themselves around you tightly while your heart hammers against his chest. You’ve been imagining a relationship with him for so long while he’s been living in it for what seems like weeks? You giggle into yourself, shaking your head in disbelief. Somehow, this is absolutely typically for him.

“I’m glad you’re with me in this relationship now”, he notes.

“Yeah, me too…”

Choso

“Oh my god, this is just way too exciting!”, you blabber, eyes darting around the dark hallway to soak the moment in.

“You know you’re getting kidnapped, right?”, Choso questions.

“But this is my first time getting kidnapped!”, you clarify.

Wow, this is unusual. You seem so unbothered by the fact that your life is in danger than even Choso himself is too stunned to speak.

“Are you gonna torture me too!?”

“What the hell is wrong with you, woman?”

The enjoyment that lights up your eyes, your hands not even trying to fight against the chains and how you roam around in pure pleasure. This was supposed to be a blackmail attempt in order to tease Satoru Gojo out. After all, you are one of his precious students. But it seems like it doesn’t work out like that at all.

“You aren’t human, right? Hm, let me guess…”

“I’m incarnated, dumbass.”

“Oh, that’s really interesting! Would you mind telling me more about yourself?”

“Yes.”

“Can I touch you?”

“No.”

“What a bummer…”

You sign as you look up to his tall figure.

“You’re actually quite handsome”, you comment casually.

Irritated, Choso grabs your shoulder and pushes you against a nearby wall, absolutely thrown off course by your sudden compliment.

“Aren’t you at least a little scared of me?”, he hisses through gritted teeth.

“I mean, the others told me that you are a special grade and I’m a grade 2, so I’m no match. But you don’t seem like a bad guy to me at all, more like quiet and introverted”, you explain briefly.

Urgh, that spark of innocence in your doe eyes makes it hard for Choso to seem unpromising. Maybe it would have been better to send Mahito after you…

No. Something inside him resists this idea. No way in hell will Mahito get is dirty hands on you.

Choso shakes his head and lets go of your shoulders, continuing to escort you. He has a mission to finish, after all.

“May I ask why you brought me here?”

He stops in his tracks while side-eyeing your frame.

“You’re here to attract Satoru Gojo.”

Even from afar, he can’t help but admire your features. Yes, you are very easy on his eyes, the way you stare at him in nothing but admiration, as if he’s something special apart from his outstanding abilities…

What the hell has gotten into him? He is a half cursed spirit, feelings like affection have no place in his world. You are nothing more than an annoying mission to him.

“I’m sorry about what has happened to your brothers”, you suddenly blurt out.

He can’t believe his ears. Slowly, he turns around to face you, features completely twisted in anger until he looks in your eyes.

Your eyes of innocence that are filled with nothing but sadness and sincerity.

“That’s none of your business”, he spits at you.

“Oh, but it is. My people are responsible for you being miserable and you seem like a genuinely nice guy”, you remark.

How ironically, he thinks to himself. To be called nice by a jujutsu sorcerer. You two couldn’t be more different. It’s your job to exorcise curses like him, curses that threaten humanity.

“Get in there”, he instructs you.

You follow the direction of his stretched out finger without thinking twice into the small room on the end of the hallway.

“Pretty nice for a prison, wow, there’s even a bed!”, you cry out and jump on the mattress.

It’s pretty hard, you have to admit. But better than what you’d imagined being held hostage would be like.

“Are you staying here with me?”

“I have no other choice. You’re my mission and I’m in no mood for trouble.”

“Oh, that’s cool! I’d love to chit chat with you!”

He can’t help but roll his eyes at you. After talking non-sense for half an hour, you now lay passed out on bed, snoring softly. How are you even able to close an eye when your life is in danger? If he wanted to, he could kill you without blinking. He signs to himself.

He wouldn’t do that though. Not when something about you seems so mesmerizing. Is it the way your hair falls so perfectly and frames your face? Or how you carry yourself with so much confidence that not even a cursed spirit can break your optimism? Maybe your effortless beauty is the source of all evil.

It’s just…you. He allows himself to get closer, sitting next to your passed out body on the bed. You look so peaceful, as if you’re just lying in bed, waiting for another day to arrive. He wished he could be so carefree, so cheerful.

Gently, his hand caresses your cheek. Why do you have to look so damn lovely, even to him?

“Can you hold me?”, you mumble sleep drunken.

He holds his breath. Fuck, did you just catch him stroking you? No, your eyes are still closed and a few seconds after those words escaped your lips, a soft snoring is heard again. You talked in your sleep. You asked him to…cuddle you.

Carefully, he places himself besides you on this way too small bed, arm hesitantly wrapping itself around your waist. Oh, you feel so warm, your sweet perfume tingling in his nose. What a truly lovely human being you are, so different from all the other people he has met yet.  Maybe…Maybe you are indeed different. Maybe not all humans have to be killed.

“Can you scratch my head?”, your acquitted voice requests.

“Don’t get greedy”, Choso warns you, before massaging your head.

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Chapter 18

Pairing: Nanami Kento x Black Fem Reader

Word Count: ~13k (it’s a long one)

CW: angst, fluff, profanity, explicit sexual content, mental illness (anxiety and grief)

Summary: You keep Nanami afloat on the anniversary of Yu’s death. Nanami finally works up the courage on a warm day of Sakura season. 

Notes: Thank you to all who have been supportive so far. Reblogs, likes, or comments are always appreciated <3 One more chapter and I’m so sad to let it go. But happy reading and I hope you enjoy!

Divider: @cafekitsune

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You had a feeling today would be rough. 

You could tell from Kento’s behavior the day prior. His typically reserved nature seemed even more pronounced in your interactions. There was a heaviness to his indifferent gaze, a solemnness that lingered whenever he fixed his eyes on something for too long.

He had given up trying to hide his emotions from you long ago. You knew the reason of his shift in demeanor. Why pretend? You could sense his unease intensifying, like a silent wave rising in dark waters, growing with every passing second and on the verge of carrying him away at a moment’s notice. 

So you made sure to wake up before him, and when you took in his form as he slept, you couldn’t help but notice the subtle fractures emerging. 

This time, no snores escaped from his lips, and the absence of the sound somehow punctuated the deepening sadness that had begun to envelop him the day before. Your eyes traversed the contours of his bare back, tracing the sinewy lines of his muscular arms tucked beneath the pillow cradling his head. He lay facing you, his cheek indented by the press of his pillow against it, his disheveled blonde locks cascading messily across his forehead and cheeks. Blonde lashes delicately brushed the lower rimes of his eyes, and his back gently rose and fell in rhythm with slow breaths. 

To anyone else, he was a handsome man sleeping. But to you, you could tell he was fighting. Even in slumber, devoid of any waking expression, you could still see faint traces of sorrow seeping through his pores.  

You had a feeling today would be rough.

After all, who could cope well on the anniversary of their best friend’s death? 

For as strong and resilient as Kento was, you knew he couldn’t. 

So you did your best to distract him. You asked him to help with breakfast—a task he normally tried to do without you having to say much. And that small task seemed to help him divert his focus from Yu, if only for a moment. You kept him engaged, kept him talking as you both ate together and Ulani smashed waffle strips into her mouth.

And luckily, he didn’t fend off any of your attempts of distraction the entire day. Even though he was quieter than usual, the smile that he shot your way was just as genuine and loving. You pulled him out of the house with Ulani to meet Kaya and Aiko at the park. It would be good to get him out of the house, to let him breathe fresh air to dispel the toxic emotions that lingered within him. 

He seemed okay.

At least he did now as you watched him from your perch under a canopy of leaves against the oak tree you laid against. He stood tall amidst the sea of other children in the space of the tranquil park, Ulani in his arms and Aiko perched on his shoulders. Her hands were buried in his blonde locks, uncaring of messing them up as she giggled loudly in response to whatever he was speaking up to her. For now, that grief had settled into a low simmer, his deep eyes filled with mirth as he joked with the two girls wrapped around him. 

“Uncle Ken! Uncle Ken! Do the thing! Do it!” Aiko giggled excitedly, unable to contain her joy as she wriggled atop his shoulders.

Kento hummed playfully, gently squeezing Ulani’s cheeks until she squealed in his embrace. “The thing? Aiko, you’ll have to use your words. I can’t read your mind,” he goaded, making Aiko giggle even harder, face blushing with ceaseless laughter.

“The thing!” she whined, smiling down at him as he continued to play with his daughter.

“The thing. The thing. Hmmm.” He pretended to ponder for a moment, pursing his lips. 

Aiko’s giggles stopped short when Kento grabbed her ankle and lifted her off his shoulders, dangling her upside down while still holding his babbling daughter with the other arm. Aiko pealed with laughter, the sound echoing through the park, bouncing against the plastic of the playground they stood at. Kento chuckled softly, slowly spinning in a circle as he delighted in Aiko’s please for more.

As you watched them, your back leaning against the trunk of the thick oak tree, butterflies quivered to life in your stomach. It was a moment you never imagined you would experience. In the past, you had weakly clutched onto a desire for children, a partner—a family. But work always consumed your time, leaving little room for anything that you could do for yourself. It all seemed like a distant dream, just like your passion for a career in ceramics.

But seeing Kento now, watching him rearrange Aiko and lift her so she could wrap small hands around monkey bars, you couldn’t help but feel thankful for falling into that 1% of faulty birth control. Even with an IUD and a condom, you still ended up pregnant. And maybe it was fate because Kento was a wonderful father. Once that mask of his had fallen, and his glares had slowly morphed into soft, rare smiles and longing glances, you could see just how much of him would foster the wonderful father he had become.

You couldn’t help but think about more with him. You couldn’t help but imagine vacations across the world with your little family. You couldn’t help but imagine him working at the bakery in the mornings, teaching Ulani how to knead bread and man the register, throwing off his apron as soon as he walked into the house and pressing a tired yet loving kiss to your lips. 

Over a year ago, the ease with which you had settled into domesticity with Kento would have made you uncomfortable. But with him, it felt as natural as breathing. He blended effortlessly into your life; his presence seamlessly woven into the fabric of your being. 

Watching him leave Aiko’s side so she could play on her own, his strong arms wrapped around his daughter as he showered her light brown cheeks with kisses—your breath caught in your chest.

You wanted more.

It was an ever-present thought in your mind. It nagged at you with each kiss that he craved to have each day. It whispered in your mind every night as you drifted off to sleep and as you woke up by his side. It lingered in your thoughts during shared dinners with the three of you, and it grew more pronounced every time your gaze shifted to his left hand, unsettling you with the absence of a ring. 

Part of your soul wanted to recoil at the thought. The mere mention of fantasizing about marriage would have made your women’s studies professor burn every letter of recommendation she gave you. But the other part of you relished in it. Because if there was a way to tie yourself to Kento, you would do it in a second.

“Lost in thought?” Kaya’s voice broke through the haze, jolting you back to reality. You blinked and refocused, finding her reclining on the tree trunk beside you, her legs stretched out in front of her. “You’ve been zoned out for a good ten minutes.”

Instead of answering her, you deflected, not quite comfortable sharing your thoughts. “How are you feeling?”

Kaya took a deep breath, her shoulders rising and falling with a heavy weight. “Surprisingly fine. Well, as fine as one can be on a day like this.” Aiko called out for Kento’s attention, and Kaya smiled softly as she watched her play on the monkey bars. 

“Uncle Ken, watch me!”

“I’m watching. I’m watching.”

“I miss him so much…he was everything to me,” Kaya whispered. The pain in her voice made your own chest tighten as you tried to put yourself in her shoes. You couldn’t imagine losing Kento. You couldn’t even fathom the thought of Ulani having to grow up without a father like him. “That pain will always be there. But it’s gotten a little easier to deal with.” Kaya waved at her daughter, answering Aiko’s loud call for attention, and chuckled softly to herself. 

You hoped Kento could say the same. You hoped his pain had reached a level where he could find get through today without drowning.

You just hoped you were doing well to help.

Eventually, Kento made his way to where you and Kaya were seated on the blanket, nestled beneath the canopy of leaves. He gently placed Ulani on the soft fabric and delighted in watching her crawl towards you, her cheeks rosy from laughter, her mouth glistening with drool, and her wild curls tousled by the wind. As he slid down the tree to settle himself next to you, he turned his head, pressing a tender kiss to your temple, filling you with a burst of warmth. You took that touch with you and nestled it inside of your chest in the hope that it was a manifestation of just how content he felt in that very moment.

In the afternoon, you found yourself surrounded by the rest of your friends—Gojo, Shoko, Geto and Ome—all laughing loudly and picking out items on a menu that were Yu’s favorite, inside of a restaurant that he loved. The gentle look in Kento’s eyes surprisingly had yet to fall. Even as your friends told stories of moments shared with Yu, as the history grew more intimate and somber, he remained steady. 

He was more tense as you all sat together afterward beneath Yu’s tree, offering their own bits of peace and well wishes at his resting place. When it was Kento’s turn, he chose to stay silent, and no one pressed him to speak. Gojo didn’t tease him, Geto’s gaze didn’t linger too long, and you shifted closer to him, cradling Ulani in your arms as she peacefully slept. 

When everyone finally departed for home, Kento remained rooted to his spot, his serious eyes fixed on the small nameplate that bore Yu’s name and the dates of his birth and passing. The April evening grew colder, but the warmth emanating from Kento’s wool trench coat provided some comfort as you waited for him to speak.

But he didn’t. And as more minutes passed, you began to feel as if he probably never would. You observed the delicate lines of his eyebrows furrowing, the weariness painting his voice as he finally broke the silence. 

“I’m not really sure of what to say,” he admitted, his words heavy with fatigue and pain. “Is that bad?”

“No. The fact that you’re even here is more than enough, Ken,” you reassured him, but he seemed unsatisfied. His brow creased deeper, and a faint frown began to etch its way onto his face. “You can tell him about your day. Tell him about Gojo ordering three lava cakes after dinner and scarfing them down in two minutes. Tell him that Ulani is starting to eat more solid foods and how she loves yogurt but isn’t a fan of peas.” 

The small huff of laughter that you were seeking finally fell from him, puffed into the air in a warm exhale that made you feel a little less frigid. Kento looked over at you, his furrowed brow softening slightly.

“The point is, it doesn’t have to be grandiose. And I’m sure Yu would hate that you had to force yourself to speak when you weren’t ready. So…” you trailed off, adjusting Ulani in your arms so she was snugly wrapped in your wool coat, her warm body providing solace against the cold. Reaching out, you found Kento’s hand, intertwining your fingers with his. “So we can just sit here and just…be.”

He glanced down at your joined hands, his burnt-umber gaze tracing the delicate curves of your fingers. You watched as they softened when his gaze fell on the bundle sleeping in your coat, watched as his shoulders relaxed with his next exhale and his irises slid up to catch yours.

“So we can just…be. Here together. Me and you?” 

His voice was weak, revealing an exposed vulnerability that made him seem raw and open. You knew deep down that he understood you would never leave him in a moment like this, but right now, Kento needed the reassurance.

And you freely gave it, offering a gentle squeeze of his hand and a warm smile. “Me and you,” you affirmed, allowing that serious gaze, etched into your memory, to momentarily flash with resolution. It seemed as if something he had been contemplating for a long time had finally come full circle.

But the moment flickered away in an instant, replaced by Kento’s tender gesture of lifting your hand to his, pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles, and giving the cold air one more weary exhale before turning his gaze back to Yu’s tree, finding solace amidst the silence.

***

Sakura season in Nakameguro was one of the most treasured in Tokyo. And you could understand why. Even though you and Kento had arrived early at the Meguro River, the streets lining the river were teeming with both tourists and locals.

Amidst the bustling crowds and long lines at every vendor you passed, the beauty of the cherry blossom trees in full bloom couldn’t be denied. Delicate white petals, emerged from their buds, and billowed in the surprisingly warm late April air. The water was still, casting a reflection of the trees that arched over it, cherry blossoms floating on top.

Growing up in Sendai, you were used to wearing a Yukata with Ome and her family for Hanami. Each year, you made an effort to find a different color, and during the times when you couldn’t buy one for yourself, Ome’s mother would kindly gift one to you, knowing your own mother didn’t bother with the tradition. 

But in Nakameguro, everyone who walked past you was dressed in casual clothes, bundled for a little extra warmth, and armed with cameras to capture the festivities. You settled for a long dress instead. Ulani, her legs kicking excitedly in the carrier strapped to Kento’s chest, donned a pink onesie designed to resemble a kimono, a thoughtful gift from Chiyo. Ulani of course, looked absolutely adorable. Her abundant light brown curls framed her face, secured by a small headband to keep them out of her eyes. Kento had insisted on taking countless photos before you even left the house and unlike most babies who made their irritation known, Ulani flourished in the attention her father gave.

At nine months old, Ulani brimmed with energy and an insatiable curiosity that made her father understandably nervous. She babbled in a string of syllables, not yet forming coherent words, but her enthusiasm was limitless. Despite her animated exclamations and her tendency to explore everything she could reach, she observed the world around her with a gaze that mirrored her father’s—sharp, serious, and seemingly indifferent, except for the frequent bursts of squeals and laughter. Just like her father. 

Meanwhile, said father was too busy exploring the food stalls to notice the intrigued gazes of everyone around him.

You wanted to be annoyed but…could you blame them? 

Kento, despite his awkwardness in social situations with unfamiliar faces, exuded nothing but sin. Sinewy legs clad in crisp slacks, accentuating his muscular frame, and a ribbed knit sweater hugged his torso in a delicious way that made your mouth water. His thick blonde locks, styled in their signature fashion, were neatly gelled, although he had once again forgone his glasses.

Too handsome for his own good but you didn’t have the energy to glare at everyone. He had freely given you more than enough in the shower that morning.

You could behave. For now.

“What was Hanami like for you in Sendai?” he asked, his voice hushed yet resonating in the bustling atmosphere around you. His gaze fixated on a skewer of Dango—an assortment of pink, green, and white as Ulani occupied herself with a sliver of banana, her sticky fingers and puckered mouth evidence of her snack.

“More traditional than this,” you replied, accepting the Dango from the vendor before turning to him. Kento’s eyes widened minutely in curiosity, his foodie nature front and center. He plucked a Dango from the stick and popped it into his mouth, savoring the sweet and chewy rice morsel that burst with flavor on his tongue. 

“Sendai has a small-town feel within a big city. During Sakura season, we wore Yukatas and Getas. We had a cherry blossom tree lighting and much fewer stalls with local goods,” you elaborated, pulling a playful grumble from Kento as he tore another piece of Dango in half and offered it to a grabby Ulani.

“So the city of Sendai gets to see you in a Yukata, and I don’t? I find that unfair,” he protested with a teasing tone, cheeks flushing slightly in a rare display of bashfulness. 

“If this is some sort of Edo-period fantasy you have, you’re gonna have to warm me up before you ask me to get kinky.”

Kento choked on a piece of Dango, sputtering and red face as he waved his hand toward you. “That’s not—"

“Nanamin!” a familiar voice called from behind you. Kento’s surprise instantly faded, already recovered from choking and face replaced by a natural annoyance as Gojo approached. Towering over the crowd, his white hair enhancing his pale complexion, Gojo was dressed in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, simple to anyone else but still stamped with a designer label. “Don’t pout, this is a happy occasion! I always want to see you. For once, show me that you love me,” he joked, chuckling more to himself before beaming at Ulani. “And hello, my beautiful girl! How about we go find something sweet to eat?” Without hesitation, he scooped Ulani from the carrier, ignoring Kento’s grunt of disapproval. 

“Ask first, Gojo. Don’t snatch my daughter like a thief,” Kento snapped, reaching for her and blanching when Gojo pulled your daughter out of his reach.

“I’m her godfather.”

“How you equate that with permission to do what you want, is beyond me.”

Gojo turned to you, alien blue eyes seeking support that he would never find. You rolled your eyes. “Gojo, stop bothering Kento and ask before you pick up Ulani.” Handing him the diaper bag, you added, “Keep your phone on and only give her foods that we talked about. No experimenting.”

“But—”

“Would you like me to tell Ome that you no longer are the godfather to our child?” Gojo immediately frowned, his gaze resembling that of a child denied candy, before grumbling and walking away. 

Kento rolled his eyes, tightening the empty carrier closer to himself and muttering his annoyance in a way that made you hold back a snicker. 

“It’s Gojo being Gojo. He loves Ulani.”

“He’s rude,” Kento tried to argue.

“And yet, you love him.” He didn’t disagree, his cheeks ruddy in embarrassment as he sighed and fumbled with the strap of his Cartier watch. “This is your stomping ground so how about we take this small moment we both have and have some fun, hmm?” You leaned up, standing on your toes to press a warm kiss to his cheek that seemed to settle his pout. He sighed dramatically, lacing his fingers with yours, and pulled you along the street.

You both savored every moment of your time together. Most of this year, your time with one another was spent caring for Ulani or navigating the challenges and discomforts of your pregnancy. Now, with your daughter under the care of her eccentric godfather, Kento could pull you along from vendor to vendor, immersing you in the vibrant atmosphere.

He complained teasingly as you both picked through a bento, remarking how your tomagoyaki and grilled fish was far superior to what the vendor had prepared. He brought you to a small stand that sold Cherry Blossom cookies, sharing that it was a place he frequented every year during his youth. He entertained a kiss on your cheek as you snapped a picture of you both in front of the river. Later in the day, as Ome and Gojo joined you again, Kento bought the three portions of Inari Sushi, eating his portion swiftly before Gojo could sneak his hands onto the plate.

“Nanamin, stop being unfair!”

Kento couldn’t deny that he was truly enjoying himself. Even his quips to Gojo lacked its usual sharpness. Between the two of you, you always brought the most energy and liveliness. You laughed freely, indulged in every snack Kento offered you from the stalls, and unabashedly leaned into him, wrapping your arm around his and resting your head on his shoulder, cherishing his warmth as he joked with an always loud Ome. 

He was happy and content and surprised at his own luck. 

Gojo insisted on stopping at a vendor selling woven flower accessories made from fallen cherry blossoms. Gojo pulled Ome close, ignoring her protests as he demanded a bracelet be crafted in front of him before paying. Kento felt you chuckle from next to him, no doubt taking in the way Ome blushed as Gojo wrapped his arm around her, no longer caring if the action would earn violence. Because Gojo knew, deep down, that things had changed between them. And Ome knew, deep down, that violence would make him work harder.

Normally, Kento wouldn’t pay much attention to this particular vendor every year. He didn’t consider it significant because he never had someone to give a flower accessory to, and his father always bought one for his mother. But he had a reason to now. As he made to reach into his pocket for his wallet, he stopped short when he saw one of the vendors grab your wrist and pull you towards an empty chair next to the stall. 

You were a little shocked, already put off from having a person touch you freely, but you reeled in disbelief when the vendor reached for your loose curls, your head arching away from her on reflex. Kento felt anger flare in his chest, a rage he rarely felt bubbling to the surface, his mouth opening to bark at the woman to leave. However, she quickly stopped and held up a bundle of flowers, gesturing towards your hair and asking if she could weave them in.

“Would you like to go?” Kento asked you, unable to hide the fury in his eyes. “We can if you’re uncomfortable.” He watched your eyes flicker to the woman as she bowed softly in apology and you sighed softly, relaxing and offering a weak smile to the woman instead.

“I’m fine, Ken. I promise.”

It took him a minute more to be completely content with your response. But he let Gojo pull him away, across the skinny street to rest against the rail outlining the Meguro River, Kento’s eyes never leaving yours. Ulani squirmed in her carrier around his chest, fidgeting and whining in frustration as she took in the distance from you. As the woman began weaving cherry blossoms into your and Ome’s hair, you waved at your daughter from across the street, the unique bond between you tugging at your heart. 

“Mrs. Nanami always looks beautiful, doesn’t she?” Gojo remarked from beside Kento, as he pulled a piece of Dango from a skewer that mysteriously appeared in his hand. 

Always.

The word lingered on Kento’s tongue, tempted to acknowledge Gojo’s statement but knowing it would only lead to a slew of immature comments. The title he had given you wasn’t lost to Kento either, because he thought about it so frequently that it was beginning to drive him insane.

Nowadays he felt like such a fool when he stood next to you. Any other man would have gotten on their knees within months—weeks of having you as theirs and begged for more. 

And he wanted to, desperately. But if there was one thing you could do without trying, it was make him nervous. Make him sweat and shift in his shoes because he didn’t deserve you. No one did. You had chosen him, but he could be replaced at any moment despite your protests otherwise.

A vendor who had finished working on Ome’s hair walked across the street towards Kento, her hands filled with cherry blossoms. She politely asked if she could weave them into Ulani’s hair. Kento allowed it, absentmindedly caressing his daughter’s chubby cheek to keep her distracted as he watched her giggle and babble with the woman. 

The white flowers perfectly adorned her hair, creating a delicate halo against her light brown curls. Gojo showered her with compliments, leaning down to her eye level and sharing a bright smile as Ulani giggled in response.

Kento should have been paying more attention, his heart should have swelled with joy at the sight of his daughter’s happiness. But he was distracted, his voice thick in his throat. As the vendor returned to her stand, Kento took notice of you. The cherry blossoms adorning your hair seemed as if they belonged there, nestled delicately within your loose curls that he had the privilege of running his hands through time and time again. They were arranged with exquisite precision, made to look as if they floated within a sea of darkness. 

He felt it again, that same feeling that had been consuming his thoughts for months— that had blared to the point of a headache a few weeks ago as you both sat together at Yu’s tree. That heaviness in his pocket suddenly felt hot, burning the skin of his thigh, screaming at him to stop being such a coward.

Kento locked eyes with you from across the street, familiar irises that he looked at every single day that had never failed to be any less beautiful than the day before. And like he so often saw, you threw him a lift of your brow, a mischievous glint in your stare that made his chest clench and a chuckle rise from the pit of his stomach.

“Tell your daddy to set the date,” Gojo spoke to his goddaughter, earning a glare from Kento and a harsh bark to leave him alone, batting at the snickering white-haired man as he crossed the street for Ome.

***

From the moment you walked to him after having flowers woven into your hair, Kento was noticeably less talkative than before. He chalked it up to the increased traffic of people around you both, but you could see through him as always. Although his smiles and laughter remained genuine, he seemed timid and nervous.

By the time you all made it home, Ulani was exhausted and fussy. Kento volunteered to bathe her and put her to bed, leaving you alone with your anxious thoughts. You tidied up the house, neatly putting away Ulani’s toys, folding the throw blanket back onto the sofa, and walking to the backdoor to make sure it was locked. Your eyes caught the moonlight that brightened your backyard.

This year’s winter had been harsh and unforgiving, but despite its grip, Spring made the grass grow back plentiful and thick. Kento had installed a swinging bench for you soon after Ulani was born so you could sway outside with her in peace, but it’s been months since you sat yourself on it. 

But it was nice enough now, and you couldn’t resist the call of the warm evening and found yourself sliding open the door, carrying yourself towards the darkly stained bench. As you settled onto its solid surface, you began to sway gently, soaking up the silence of the air around you, the neighborhood quiet as everyone settled for sleep. 

Maybe Kento had a headache. He avoided large crowds and noise for that very reason. Stupidity and rudeness frustrated him more than Gojo at times, and he was quick to grow impatient with the desire to be in the privacy of his home with his small family. He probably put on a smile and suffered through a lot more for you to enjoy Hanami. 

Your mind was racing with thoughts and excuses to justify his shift in behavior, growing more anxious and desperate by the minute. You felt your heart give a painful lurch, your neck began to sweat, and your hands began to tremble. Those dreadful tendrils of anxiety once again began to cackle in your ears and wrap slowly around your throat.

He’s going to break up with you. He’s going to walk out here and say how he couldn’t do this anymore. He’s going to try to do whatever he could to justify his only choice to leave you. The teasing had finally gotten too much for him. The grip of fatherhood too consuming to bear and—

You were restless, shooting up from the bench and making your way to the middle of your backyard. The soft, cool grass cushioned your steps and brushed against the thin fabric of your dress as you laid down, your eyes too sensitive of the full moon but still strong enough to appreciate the faint stairs twinkling in the sky.

“Don’t be so stupid,” you whispered to yourself. “He wouldn’t leave. Not like this.”

Bending your knees and sinking your toes into the grass, you grounded yourself into the present, rooted yourself in sanity and detaching from the haunting whispers in your ears.

The sound of the backdoor sliding open momentarily caused you to tense, but you kept your gaze fixated on the sky, attempting to identify constellations with your limited knowledge of astronomy.

The big dipper? Orion’s belt? Fuck, Sagittarius?

You had never been more envious of an astronomer in this very moment as Kento sank into the grass next to you, placing the baby monitor between you both, the low hum of static breaking through the quiet air. 

“She was exhausted,” he murmured. You hummed in reply, still lost in your own thoughts and trying to figure out if the object in front of you was a star or just a trick of the light. Your distracted response pulled his attention to you. “Are you okay?”

You bit the inside of your lip, your eyes still on the stars above you. “Have I done something to upset you? After the flower vendor, you got really quiet for the rest of the day.”

He didn’t respond at first, and your heart picked up in speed from the growing silence even as he sagged on his back next to you, his eyes tracing the stars in the sky.

“I could never be upset with you.”

“Lies. If you’re going to leave me, soften the blow by giving me an orgasm first so I’m not so upset.”

He chuckled softly, a spirited smile dancing on his lips as he eyed a small cluster of stars. “Since the moment you allowed me to be involved in the pregnancy, the thought of leaving you has never crossed my mind,” he confessed. “Even on the days when we’re exhausted and we argue, or when we crave solitude, the idea of leaving you, of not having you in my life, is inconceivable to me.”

“Inconceivable?” you pestered, nudging him with your elbow. “Such strong words.”

“You tease me relentlessly, would you like me to stop speaking?” he reproached, a smile in his voice. You bit back a laugh, choosing instead to weave your fingers between his in the space of grass between you in a silent concession to behave. “You have no idea how impossible it is for me to forget about you,” he continued. “Even when we couldn’t stand each other, you were all I thought about. I drove my mother crazy, ranting almost every day about how frustrated I was. And when the idea of becoming a father initially shocked me, knowing that it connected me to you brought me such an overwhelming satisfaction.”

Kento gave your intwined hands a squeeze.

“I’ve been in my own head these past few hours…and I’m sorry if I seemed distant with you. It’s important to me that you know that leaving you is inconceivable to me because I can’t imagine raising a child with anyone else. I can’t envision going to sleep or waking up beside anyone else. I can’t fathom a future without you by my side.”

You heart fluttered in your chest, thumping erratically against your ribcage as his words floated through the night air and landed on your cheeks. A soothing stillness settled between the two of you, as the moonlight bathed your skin and you struggled to swallow the quickly forming lump in your throat. Those tendrils of anxiety that had wrapped around you earlier suddenly dissipated, leaving only a lingering sense of love and certainty from his hand between yours.

“So what you’re saying is that you wanna grow old with me?” you playfully quipped, a smile spreading across your face. “You wanna get travel the world with me, get a bigger house and have babies? Marry me and honeymoon on an island that you always talk about?” 

You turned your head to face him, observing his flushed cheeks and slightly widened eyes as he looked up at the night sky. Though he didn’t appear afraid, that nervous expression from earlier in the day had once again returned and painted his features. You sat up immediately, scooting closer to him and furrowing your brows in worry. 

“Ken? I was only kidding. I’m sorry, I took that too far didn’t I?” 

Once again, he remained silent, a silence that stretched on for too long, intensifying your unease. But then, a strong arm wrapped around you, pulling you onto his lap so that your legs bracketed his waist. He sat up slowly, closing the distance between you both until you felt your back brush against his knees that were bent to hold you against him. 

You kept your gaze away from him, focusing on the strands of your curls that had fallen over your shoulder, decorated with the cherry blossoms from earlier. 

“I should stop teasing you so much. I’ve done it a little too much today and—”

“My love,” he interrupted, his voice gentle yet resolute, silencing your anxious ramblings. “That is what I was trying to say.” Your hands squeezed a thick chunk of your hair tightly, the soft white petals crushed against your palm as your nerves tingled with anticipation. “I do want to grow old with you. I do want to travel the world and go on adventures with you. I do want to get a bigger house. I want to one day have more children. I want every mundane activity, every birthday and holiday, everything. And yes…” His finger delicately lifted your chin, compelling you to look up at him. Your ears buzzed, the sound of your own heartbeat drowning out everything else, even though you could still hear him perfectly. “I want to marry you...and honeymoon on one of those islands that I talk so much about.”

Your eyes widened, face flushing from the heat that had bubbled beneath your cheeks, hands clutching your hair tightly to steady yourself as much as you could. 

“N-now you’re teasing,” you whispered, smiling weakly up at him, all pretense of your typical defense suddenly drained.

Serious eyes studied you, softly contemplating a variety of choices before he stood, picked you up and set you on your feet. He towered over you, his face illuminated by the moonlight, casting a pale blue glow on his sharp cheek bones and shadows through the long strands that fell over his eyebrows. His hair was no longer parted, cascading messily against his cheeks.

Reaching up, he slid a warm palm along your cheek, his thumb tracing your bottom lip. His touch was always too much and yet just enough. It made you feel as if you were drowning and also at the top of a mountain. The resolute look you had caught weeks ago, as you both sat under Yu’s tree, could still be seen in his eyes—strong and vibrant, washing over you now with a realization too overpowering for your doubts to suppress.

“I can assure you, I am in no way teasing,” he finally spoke, tender and filled with longing. He stopped tracing your lips, slid his hand along the side of your neck and down the expanse of your arm before twining his fingers once again with yours. “Maybe I should be a little more convincing.” 

The sting behind your eyes came without warning. You swallowed, attempting to push that lump again back down your throat; blinked furiously as your vision began to blur and willed your heart to keep beating as you watched him press a kiss to your knuckles before slowly sinking down on one knee into the grass. 

You brain struggled to keep up, failing to send the right signals to prevent the tears from falling, to ease the tension in your throat, to simply breathe. 

But it was no use, because after the first tear fell, the rest came without restraint. Even with his hand firmly holding yours, you felt as if you were falling. Plummeting from the night sky back into your body over and over again as he whispered your full name into the warm April air, squeezing your hand once more to tether you to him, and offering you that rarely seen gentle smile before asking you once more. 

Properly, firmly and without reservation.

“Will you marry me?”

And it was real. This was real and you were blinking down at him wildly so you could see his beautiful face clearly through your sea of tears. You couldn’t find the words to speak—no matter how many times your reply raced from your brain to your lips, you couldn’t command your mouth to move. 

So you nodded. Slowly and with a wobbly lip, you nodded. His own lips twitched with a brief smile, his eyes flashing with heavy multitudes of happiness even though he squeezed your hand again to hold you steady.

“I need you to actually say something to me…please—”

“Yes,” you whispered, shaky and croaking from your throat of its own volition. You shook out a harsh breath, smiling down at him. “Yes, I’ll marry you, Kento.”

It took him a moment too long to actually process your response before he exhaled so deeply as though the breath had been stuck in his lungs. A rare and pearly white Nanami Kento smile, brighter than the moonlight bathing his skin, shining at you as he stood up and pulled you close with a force that made you gasp, your mouth opening to let out a laugh before he captured it with a kiss. Full, deep and overpowering, his cheeks brushing against the wetness of your own, leeching oxygen from you until you had to pull away to catch your breath, lightheaded and panting against his lips. 

In your haze, you hadn’t noticed him pull a small object from his pocket, but you felt the cold metal slip onto your finger, adjusting his hand so that you could finally see. And it was beautiful, of course it was beautiful—simple yet perfectly suited for you, a blatant reminder that it would remain on your hand for the rest of your life as long as you allowed it. 

“For the first time, I’ve finally figured out what it takes to render you speechless,” he teased even though his own voice was thick with emotion. “Imagine the things I will get for you now.”

Your gut reaction was to smack him hard on the chest, relishing in the deep chuckles that reverberated from him and into the Nakameguro air. 

“Stop teasing,” you whined, sniffing pathetically as the tears began to fall again.

“My, my,” he purred, chuckling deeply and pulling you closer with strong arms around your waist. You curled your fingers into the fabric of his shirt, weakly glaring up at him without any embarrassment of the rivers running down your cheeks. “You are telling me to stop teasing? Proposing months ago would have been more beneficial for me.”

You hated being on the other end of something that you naturally dished out. In this moment, you were already vulnerable and raw for him, your chest aching and cut open and your heart pounding in the evening air. His teasing felt like icing on the cake, a lightheartedness that was rarely seen in such abundance, leaving you struggling to find your footing. Trying to fight against the fast rhythm of your heart, the overwhelming tears, and his deep laughter as he tilted your head up to look at him.

“Ken—” you tried to admonish, but once again his lips met yours, stealing the breath from your lungs. Gasping, you felt him scoop you up in his arms and carry you back inside the house. Your chest ached for air, yearning to fill your lungs with oxygen that Kento continuously stole. The heat of his fingertips digging into the skin of your thighs around his waist seared your senses, and you could taste the sudden, pungent want against the tongue that slid against yours. 

You didn’t expect to be on the ground so soon and the cool hardwood floors on your feet and your wobbly legs made you stagger backward with him, your fingers still buried in his shirt as your mouths continued to slide sloppily against one another. You gasped sharply when your hips met the countertop of your vanity, the mirror smacking against your back.

Kento wasted no time, and you felt like you were burning with his touch, catching on fire with every grab against your skin and hiss of breath along the wetness of your lips. Hot hands were suddenly hiking up your dress, digging into the meat of your inner hips and tracing sinfully along the seam of your panties. 

You only had a moment to breathe, only a second to get your bearings as he pulled away and swiftly removed your dress, sliding his hands behind you to deftly unfasten your bra, and scooping you up again before throwing you onto your bed. 

You blinked up at him in shock, your breath catching in your throat as you took in his heated expression at the foot of the bed. He was always a passionate lover, always vocal about his desire to have his hands on you—but the expression directed at you now was carnal, so incredibly carnal that your cunt throbbed in response, sliding against the steadily moistening spot of the fabric that covered it. 

Kento had promised himself he would be calm; he had so much planned in his head if you would have accepted him. Truly he thought he would have cried—because he’s that type of man.

But the moment you said yes, the moment he slid that ring on your finger and could see a booming sign that you were his, all sense of decorum had evaporated from his body immediately.

He had thrown caution to the wind, driving him to yank off his shirt and practically rip his zipper as he pushed down his pants and underwear. He hissed softly from the feel of cool air hitting his cock, hot and heavy and leaking precum already. Without your usual words of impatience, he used your moans instead as his guide, fueling his courage as he trailed a wet tongue up the thickness of your thighs, dipping into your belly button and around the underside of your breast before encircling a peaked nipple once—twice before pulling it into his mouth. Your hands were tight in his hair, your body arching in exquisite anticipation, drawing your breasts further into his eager mouth as he licked, sucked and bit at the sensitive skin. 

You could only nod when he reached for your panties moments later and you didn’t shy away from the way your thighs trembled as he pulled them down your legs, his mouth salivating at the sight of slick catching against your inner thigh. The heat between your legs hit him first, his cock throbbing in automatic response, his mouth swallowing drool as he stared at your exposed cunt, wet and dripping for him. 

You had never met a man who took joy in eating you out. They did it to get you ready or because it was expected. But not Kento—god, not Kento. You’re the best thing he would ever have. His last meal. That first drink after being stranded in a desert. He did it because he loved it and wasted no time yanking your hips to him and throwing your legs over his shoulders before he was feasting—savoring the taste of your cunt and the sound of your moans as you arched your hips closer to him. 

You keened, pulling hard against his tresses as he sank two fingers inside of you down to the knuckle, delving deep in a rhythm that sent tingles of pleasure crawling up your legs and to the base of your spine. Your body trembled, your chest heaving in an effort to catch your breath as he took his pleasure and gave yours tenfold, three fingers deep and his tongue on your clit. 

“Look how pretty you are,” he whispered, his eyes fixated on the mesmerizing sight of his fingers gliding in and out of you, shiny with slick and making a sound that had his eyes rolling into his head and his hips pressing into the mattress for friction. “So fucking pretty, baby,” he praised, his thumb pressing against your pulsing clit, igniting another surge of pleasure that made your breath catch around a sharp whine in your throat. 

“Kento,” you moaned for him, your voice beckoning and desperate, eyes clenched tight and pleasure coiling into a ball in your belly. He answered your call like always, sliding back up your body, his lips hovering over yours and beautiful blond har falling to brush against your forehead. 

“She speaks,” he teased, arching his fingers inside of you for good measure and marveling at the way you twitched and whined in response. “You normally keep me on my toes. Yet you’re so quiet now. Choked up and whiny and moaning. That’s not like you.” It was exactly like you, especially when you’re chasing an orgasm. But at this point, you realized Kento would use anything to tease you, so blissfully happy and desperately thrumming with want. 

“You like the way I’m fingering you, baby?” 

You blinked up at him in disbelief, your ears not used to him teasing in moments like this. 

“Are you going to answer me?” voice darker now, still joyful but less patient.

You nodded profusely in response, panting up at him as the coil of an orgasm began to tighten at the small of your back. Your thighs quivered, your fingers tightening into the pillow aside your head. 

No other man could compare to Kento’s touch. The thought of anyone else’s fingers trailing over your skin, sliding inside you in a way that drove you to the brink, seemed unfathomable. He was the only one who could make you moan like you were being paid for it, like you were now. The only one who could hit every spot with just a simple graze until he could take you higher and higher, until your moans became tight and shaky, and your body clenched around his fingers, surrendering to a back-arching orgasm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through every inch of your being. 

You barely had a moment of reprieve before he kissed you again, stealing what little breath remained in your mouth as you tried to come down from that blissful high. His fingers slowly slid out of you, rubbed your clit gently while his lips trailed down your neck, licking the sweat from your skin. 

“May I have you?” he whispered against your skin, the deep timbre of his voice oozing with velvety wickedness that made you shudder against him.

“I…” you croaked, the words straining from your throat, your body aching and yearning for more of his touch even though you were sensitive all over. 

When thin rings of burnt-umber eyes came into view, the gaze was brimming with want, yet tender as he traced the contours of your face. Reaching for your left hand, he interlaced your fingers with his own, guiding your hand to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to each knuckle, each gesture filled with love and affection, before brushing his lips against the precious stone adorning your ring finger. Your eyes locked onto the gleaming jewel, the dim light of your room reflecting off the carats and once again stirring a sharp breath in your chest and a hint of moisture behind your eyes. 

“Are you having second thoughts?” he asked, his gentle smile masking the unfamiliar mirth in his tone. “Should I have waited longer?”

“No,” you whispered wetly, offering your smile in exchange. Blinking away tears, your vision cleared enough to gaze at him more intently. You tightened your grip against his hand, the cool metal pulling your finger to remind you of its presence. “I’m happy…so happy.” 

You brushed blonde locks from where they hung, admiring the way they pulled back and then flopped back into place. Every part of him that wasn’t poised and perfect in public was raw and unfiltered with you, its own treasure chest—its contents sacred and beautiful—that only you had the key to open.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, drawing him closer and gasping softly as you felt him press to your entrance, hot and leaking with precum. 

“I’ve just been at a loss of words,” you admitted.

“Am I that charming?” He raised a dark blonde brow, his slightly tense expression from being pressed against your heat giving him a sinfully enticing look that made your slick cunt throb. That oversensitivity was still there, but not as insistent, not as sharp and weak enough so pleasure could slink back in front. 

You used your heels against his lower back to push him inside of you, inhaling sharply from the sudden stretch as he intruded the warmth of your body. He waited for you to relax, whispering soft praises against the skin of your lips as he fought the impossible urge to snap his hips into you. 

“You just proposed,” you shook, moaning softly when he finally began to move steadily within you. Your cunt flexed around him, relaxed enough to welcome him further and then gripped with a pressure that made your stomach coil in heat. Your body was already loose and pliant from your first orgasm, so it was easy for him to brush against those spots inside of you that seemed to fan gentle flames back to life again. “O-of course I would be at a loss of words. You’re not that charming.”

It was a jest filled with delight that you were used to delivering to him, even in the blaze of heat.

But he hummed in reproach, sliding a hand into the hair at your nape, pulling back sharply to expose more of your skin to him. You signed up for that. Walked right into it. And then you paid for it when his other hand gripped your hips, tilted them upwards to sink further into you, the skin of his abs suddenly able to brush against your clit. 

You choked on a moan, biting your lip to stifle your voice, and dug your nails into his back. He clicked his tongue disapprovingly, a sharp tsk before you felt him use the grip in your hair to angle your gaze to his. 

“Don’t lie to me when I’m fucking you, beautiful girl.” 

Oh god.

Your cunt fluttered in response, your body shaking from his words and thrusts, a whimper squeaking from your throat. 

He smiled softly in response, slanting his lips against yours and making a home in your mouth as you struggled to keep up with his rhythm. Between the fluid thrusts of his hips, the thick cock stretching your cunt, and your clit tingling with each smack of skin against it, you were lightheaded—mind swimming as he showered you again with that overwhelming intensity of his affection. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he whispered in awe as he looked down at you. His forehead already had a light sheen of sweat, and your eyes traced along the soft hairs that began to cling to his hairline. You trailed your hands from his back, sliding them down the muscular planes of his chest and in between the spaces of his abs before your eyes fell on the mesmerizing motion of his hips, his cock working you in and out—thick and glistening—accompanied by the sound of his ragged breath above you.

“Look at me,” he demanded, voice low and serious, pulling your gaze to him immediately to take in his wild expression. Thin rings of burnt-umber crazed, wet lips slightly parted, a ruddy color on his cheeks, and a subtle crease in his brow as he tried to focus. “Good girl. Perfect. Eyes on me. Never look away from me, do you understand?” You nodded sharply at his demand, electrifying pleasure zinging up and down your spine from his words. Your voice was stuck in your throat, too tight to speak but loose enough to let every wanton moan fall through as his pace began to pick up and his strokes began to deepen. He shook his head, more to himself and panting harshly as he opened his mouth to speak. “I want to be gentle and—”

“Give me everything,” you interrupted, scratching against the tightness of your throat and curling around a whine as the whispers of a second orgasm began to echo in your ears. “Give it all to me Kento, please.”

Suddenly, Kento was bending your knees towards your chest, pushing down hard with his lips against yours and pumping into you with an intensity that made your toes curl and you yelp into his mouth. His cock was making a home inside of you, brushing upwards into sensitive spots that made you keen, rubbing his pelvic bone hard against your clit so that you could do nothing but moan shamelessly into his mouth. 

Vaguely you were thankful that Ulani wasn’t older. That she wasn’t aware enough to wake up in curiosity in the middle of the night from sounds that sounded odd to her and to ask you the next morning why mommy was begging.

It wasn’t long until the heat in your stomach had become too much, a gentle warmth now a raging inferno, coiling and bubbling with pleasure that made your thighs tense against the pressure of his hands that pressed them down to your chest. Your pussy throbbed—pulsed and squeezed him in warning, your breath becoming a staccato of a melody that he had memorized so well as you dug crescent moons into his back.

“Am I going to make you cum?” he panted before the words could escape your lips.

“Yes!” you squeaked, tense like a rubber band, taut and gasping beneath him. He brushed wet lips against your own and trailed them down your neck before licking the salty skin in a way that had you stuttering against the punctuation of his thrusts.

“Who’s going to make you cum?” he hissed along the column of your neck.

“You—you Kento!” He groaned softly from your response, a moan carrying along the undercurrent of his panting as you squeezed tighter and tighter around him. You had no time to warm him because suddenly your body was pulling tight, your muscles twitching in response and your back arching as that coil unraveled quickly inside your stomach, exploding to shoot pleasure inside of you hot and overwhelming. You bit your lip as you moaned with your orgasm, your cunt thrumming with the hammering in your chest.

“That’s my good girl. Take everything you want,” he whispered into your neck, kissing the burning skin as you came down from your high.

His thrusts slowed to a stop, offering a short break in intensity as you took in the panting of both your bodies. He released his hold on your legs, leaning down to brush soft lips against your own, bleeding love and anticipation into your mouth before he pulled you up onto your hands and knees, the coolness of the sheets offering a refreshing cushion to your sweaty skin.

You bit past the overstimulation when you felt him slide inside you again; even though you were satisfied and lax from an orgasm, every nerve in your body felt as if it had been exposed to the open air. You trembled against him—shuddered from the feel of his large hands sliding from your shoulder blades and down your back before they dug into the flesh of your hip. He gave you no warning, thrusting once, twice, and then a third time before falling back into the same steady rhythm as before. 

Fighting against overstimulation was always a challenge at first, it was sharp and almost impossible to push through, but you always held onto that faint glimmer of pleasure each time. And slowly, with each brush of his cock against that spongy spot inside of you, that overstimulation got softer and softer, more malleable for you to push past to take root of pleasure as your breath quickened and your skin began to overheat.

The press of his lips between your shoulder blades felt like a cool balm to your hot skin that made you sigh, your back arching slightly, your head leaning back towards the ceiling as your cunt throbbed around his penetrating girth. 

“Stunning,” he whispered and then carded a hand your hair so you could finally open your eyes and take in the mirror of your vanity in front of you. 

He was behind you, with sweaty skin and a muscular torso undulating with every thrust, his hair disheveled, his eyes heavy with want and determination. And there you were on your hands and knees, sweaty creamy brown skin, full breasts swaying with each press of his hips, curls loose and frizzy and still adorned with cherry blossoms that had begun to fall onto the sheets where your fingers were bunched. 

“Look how beautiful you are, darling,” he leaned down to whisper in your ear, his eyes locked with yours in the mirror. You both had done this so many times before. You had gotten used to looking at yourself in the mirror when he fucked you. The mortification of looking at yourself moaning and dazed wasn’t as prominent as it used to be. But the sight of his serious gaze always took a moment to adjust to. “So beautiful. The mother of my child. The only woman I will ever love. My fiancé.”

You moaned at his words and tightened around him, instantly lighting a fire in your veins that made your heart pump faster, made your skin tingle, and made the shreds of exploded pleasure in your belly from your last orgasm curl back into itself to form a ball again.

“My fiancé,” he whispered again, kissing along your shoulder, biting against the saltiness of your skin. He was losing himself, sinking further into delirium and salaciousness as his thrusts grew sharper, his grip on your waist tightened, and his teeth began to dig into every expanse of skin he could reach. You welcomed the pain, welcomed the sight of red blooming on your skin in the mirror that would darken over time.

“Kento—” you began to say, throat dry.

“Say it,” he demanded, leaving no room for argument as he emphasized his request with a powerful thrust. 

“Your fiancé,” you whispered back, shuddering from the words on your tongue, whimpering against the increased onslaught of his hips and yelping when you felt coarse fingertips reach down to rub your clit. You were going to cum, it was unavoidable with every stroke of his cock against that spongy wall inside of you. You just needed more. More of his thrusts. More of his fingers stroking your clit. More of his voice in your ear.

Pulling you out of your thoughts, he adjusted your position so that the mirror only showed the side profile of your bodies, giving you a better view of the rivulets of muscle on his side and his thick cock shiny from slick as he railed you into the mattress. He pressed against your shoulder blades, your body giving with his touch so you could relax your chest into the sheets and arch your back. The sight made his eyes roll into the back of his head before he turned your head so your gaze was forced to look at your reflection in the mirror.

“Say it again.”

“Your fiancé,” you moaned softly, your thighs beginning to tremble from the force of his thrusts and the circle of his fingers on your clit. You fluttered around him, gushing slick onto his cock as your walls tightened from the force of one final orgasm that was leeching from your skin. And soon it was right there, right there and hot and loud and—

“Oh Ken, I’m close. I’m gonna cum!”

He moaned, a sound so rare that it somehow made the orgasm grow stronger, his hips thrusting against that spot that was screaming for more. “I feel you baby. Let it out, take what you want. Cum on my cock for me, love.”

You moaned wantonly, arching your back more so that he could hit you deeper, sharper, fluid and firm against your g-spot over and over and over until it all happened at once. That one stroke against your walls, that final harsh roll of his fingers on your clit, that drip of sweat from his hair onto your back, the ethereal sight of crushed cherry blossoms in your hair, and the flicker of your ring in the mirror had you furrowing your brow—opening your mouth and hiccupping on a gasp as your orgasm washed over you. You were lightheaded with pleasure, delirious as you moaned through the electrifying buzz in your stomach.

Your body was taut like a wire, cunt like a vice and gushing around his cock even as he dug through your sudden grip to claim an orgasm of his own. 

Maybe it was the frequency of these encounters or simply your own uninhibited nature after you had been fucked to orgasm a few times in one sitting, but as you panted through gasping moans, watching your body slide back and forth on the sheets from his relentless thrusts, your throat took on a life of its own.

“Cum inside of me,” you whimpered, tightening your fingers in the sheets as you watched him loll his head back in satisfaction from your words. “Please, please, please Kento. Give me your cum…fill me up!”

Kento cursed harshly from behind you, leaning down to bite at the skin between your shoulder blades, and in the mirror you watched him give you three more strokes before his eyes rolled back, his jaw went slack, and his fingers dug into your hips as he groaned deep and shook as he spilled inside of you.

He collapsed against you, his breath warm and inviting as he whispered a soft ‘I love you’ against the back of your neck before apologizing from his weight. From the way his body shook, he probably wouldn’t be able to move anytime soon. But you didn’t mind; it grounded you into the present—brought your soul slowly back into your body.

The puffs of his breath against your skin was comforting, and the feeling of him softening inside you was an odd sensation that you welcomed. As you glanced at the mirror, your heart skipped a beat at the sight of his form against yours. 

You were flushed and sweaty. Your cheek was pressed and pillowed against the sheets. Your hair frizzy and tangled with white petals. He turned his head, pressing his ear to your shoulder blade, his face away from you in the mirror. Yet, you could still take in the beautiful messiness of his hair, the sharp perfection of his undercut, and the quick rise and fall of his muscular torso. That satisfying ache began to bloom deep within your bones, a delicious aftermath of being thoroughly and expertly fucked that only Kento knew how to deliver. 

Your eyes followed the movement of his hand on your hips, watched as it slid up the sheets before settling on top of your left hand. His fingers intertwined with yours, curling both your hands into a tight fist. In the mirror, the flicker of your ring stood out brightly, and as your vision began to blur again with tears, your mouth curled into a gentle smile. 

“Love, you have to take it off before bed.”

“No,” you responded firmly, your eyes fixated on the ring on your finger. You were too tired for a shower, and Kento just as exhausted, skipped his usual aftercare routine with you this time, opting instead to clean you up, put a shirt on you, and throw your bonnet on your head.  “What’s the harm in wearing it to bed?”

“There are risks,” he began, voice leaking indifference as he lay next to you, his cheek pressed into his pillow as he shot a naturally narrow gaze at you. “Injury and—”

“Compile a PowerPoint presentation and submit it to me. I’m too tired to hear excuses.”

He chuckled harshly, gravely with the beginnings of sleep. He pulled you close, breathing in your scent as you rested your cheek against the warmth of his naked chest. The room fell into silence, minutes stretching out as Kento’s eyes grew heavy under the thick curtain of his hair.

“Ken?” you called out softly. He hummed, stroking a thumb down your back to let you know he was listening. “Can we have a small wedding?”

“We can have whatever you wish.” 

His response made warmth blossom in your chest, your heart thrumming sharply as you traced your finger along the stone on your finger. “I don’t talk to my mother’s side of the family. And after my father died before my birth, my mother cut off his entire side. I don’t really have anyone besides Ome and Rory. But I know you have lots of family and I want them to be there. But it doesn’t have to be too big. I have modest savings but I don’t want to overdo it—”

“My love,” he interrupted, his eyes closed but thumb still stroking your back. “Our families will be there. Our friends will be there. We can have the wedding wherever you want, whenever you want. I have more than enough money for you, me, Ulani, and her grandchildren. As long as I get to officially make you mine, you will want for nothing.”

You swallowed hard, unable to hold back the small smile that formed on your lips as his words echoed in your mind.

“Are you trying to flex your bank account, Kento? I know you have a couple mil stored away, but try not to brag.”

His laughter filled the room, loud and sharp, his pearly white smile shining down at you as he opened the eye not pushed into his pillow to gaze at you. His chest shook from his laughter, hands pulling you impossibly closer to his warmth.

“Stop teasing and let me love you.”

You didn’t bother to fight the blush that had erupted on your cheeks from his effortless words. It was like a second skin to him, to love you so thoroughly. 

“There has to be something you want,” you tried to pry from him, eyes widening in delight when he let out a dramatic sigh against you.

He was silent for a minute, then another, and yet another to the point where you were convinced he had fallen asleep when— 

“I will pay the most for the food. It better be good enough to lick the plate when I’m finished.” You rolled your eyes but giggled as you draped your arm around his waist. “I won’t dance. I’ll have a first dance with you and my mother but nothing more.”

“Not if I get you drunk enough,” you teased.

“No.”

You grunted in playful frustration against him before falling silent again, the gentle static of Ulani’s baby monitor filling the room. Your eyes drifted back to your ring, unable to tear your gaze away.

“Ken?” you called out softly, voice weak and reluctant.

He chortled into the silk of your bonnet, clearly tired but too content to reject you. “Yes, my love.”

“Who helped you pick it out?”

“Are you suggesting that I couldn’t have chosen it without any help?” he asked, slightly affronted and delivering a pinch to your side even though he was chuckling again for what felt like the nth time that night.

“Did your father help?” you asked, not bothering to dignify his last question with a response. “What about Yuji?”

“Yuji means well, but he doesn’t know what a carat is, love. I picked it out. Go to sleep.”

You pursed your lips, considering your next option. “Geto?”

“He doesn’t know you that well. Love, enough with the questions,” he pleaded.

“Gojo then?”

The mere mention of his name made him smack the skin of your ass, a lively shriek shaking around a laugh that escaped from your lips. He grabbed onto the stinging flesh, yanking you closer before leaning down to swallow your giggles. It stole your breath and you curled your fingers against the skin of his chest to anchor yourself. His lips were firm, insistent, and final before he pulled away, giving you a lighthearted glare.

“I picked out the ring. No one else. If you ever breathe Gojo’s name after I’ve had an orgasm, I might just leave you. Now go to bed.” 

You rolled your eyes up at him, pressing a quick kiss to his lips before relaxing back into your pillow. He settled back into his own and you traced over the handsome features of his bedhead, closed eyes, and puckered lips before they were opening to call out your name.

“Yes?” you responded, fingers tracing idly around a pink nipple. He shuddered from your touch.

He opened his eye, deep irises taking you in; the softness of your skin, the old t-shirt on your body, the black silk of your bonnet, and the sliver of a curl that poked from the side, a white petal tangled in the strand.

“I love you.”

And you whispered it back to him free of mirth this time and filled with an affection that only he would ever have.

***

Luck was on his side. It wasn’t as crowded as he walked with you and Ulani the next day. The air was still warm even for late April. His courage seemed to have multiplied overnight, probably from your acceptance of his proposal or maybe just because you made him feel stronger with your presence alone.

When he settled on the grass, folded his legs, and sunk his fingers into the freshly cut blades, his throat was tight, but loose enough to let him breathe. The grass slid against the sides of his knuckles as he took a deep breath.

“You can tell him about your day.”

“I went for a run this morning,” Kento spoke, immediately annoyed with himself but using your words in his head to press on. “Broke my four-mile record. Then I had breakfast with my family. And I came here, and I…” his voice wavered, a sting in his eyes catching him off guard. “Kaya is doing well. She’s smiling more. Geto is taking care of her, and Aiko is a fierce whirlwind just like you. She’s thriving. We’re making sure of it.”

“Tell him that Ulani is starting to eat more solid foods and how she loves yogurt but isn’t a fan of peas.”

“Ulani came on July 15th. She has my eyes and y/n’s hair and gets into everything she can grab. She’ll be speaking actual words soon, and I…I wish you could have met her. She’s beautiful, and laughs as loud as her mother and takes in the world just like me. She loves yogurt and she hates peas. She’s growing up so fast. And you should have been here. You should have—” Kento’s voice trailed off as he tightly shut his eyes, so tight that the sting of tears he had forced away collected at the edge of his lashes.

“I should be angry with you,” Kento started again, a trace of frustration seeping into his tone before he pushed it aside and took a deep breath. “I was angry with you. But as usual, I can never stay mad at you. I hate it. I hate how you make me see and then die so I can’t throttle you…But if it weren’t for her, I wouldn’t have done a thing. If it weren’t for her, I would have burned the deed and never looked back. But she redid the floors, painted the walls, and put your plants back. That stupid plant in your office is still alive and that stupid Fiddle Leaf is larger than ever. It will be a pain to maintain.” 

He drew in a shallow breath, exhaling the bitterness from the pit of his belly into the warm air as his heart settled into a normal rhythm from beating too fast in anger.

“But she made your sweet bread. Batch after batch, until she got it right, and it tasted just like yours. She made a personalized menu and created an ad and it’s not fair that you won’t be here to witness the reopening in a few months. It’s not fair…” he trailed off again, emotions flaring inside of him, choking him and making him stop short to take a deep breath and then another as he blinked away the faint tears in his eyes. “But I hope you can see Ulani while she grows. I hope you can see how happy I am…how happy y/n makes me. How much I love her.” 

Jagged shards of his grief cut the inside of his chest with each breath he took, just as raw as that first day, just as painful. But they were closing up at a faster pace, healing quickly enough to make the pouring sadness from the open wounds feel less overwhelming.

I miss you. I’m sorry we fought that day. Forgive me.

He wanted to say it, he did. But his throat was too tight—he wasn’t ready. And that’s okay. You had shown him, with patience and a forgiving air, that it was okay not to be ready. But one day he would be. And until then, he could say what came to mind, or simply sit in silence and just…be.

A few moments passed, the breeze swirling around him, picking up in intensity before he spoke up again. 

“I also came to say…that I’m engaged. It took me months to gather the courage to propose, and she broke the rules of every manual on how to do things properly. But it finally happened during Sakura season…and she had cherry blossoms in her hair…and was trying to tell a joke as usual.” He smiled softly to himself, relaxing the tension of his grip on the grass, faint memories echoing in his mind.

“If you don’t change your hairstyle, all the girls will think you’re an emo boy. And you’ll grow to be an emo man with an emo life and—”

“Enough. My hair is fine and it takes more than hair to build a relationship.”

“You’ll be fifty before you even get engaged.”

“Who do you take me for?”

“An old man.”

“I’m leaving.”

“Fine! If you wind up engaged before thirty-five, I’ll give you twenty bucks.”

“Fifty.”

“Deal!”

Kento rolled his eyes. “I didn’t forget about our bet in high school. You owe me fifty dollars. I’ll be sure to collect my winnings from Kaya when I see her.” The corners of his lips twitched, the smile threatening to grow wider as he listened to himself.

There was nothing more he could say. While his throat was no longer tight, more words eluded him, and he wouldn’t force them. He had a lifetime to share more. 

“All done?” your voice called from next to him, pulling him out of his thoughts. He looked up at you, your unwavering gaze a source of strength and resilience. Ulani was strapped to your chest, her legs kicking freely, a teething toy in her mouth and a beanie on her head to protect her from the wind. Her curious eyes took in the towering trees around her before settling on her father, a wide smile spreading across her face. 

In that moment, the weight of grief washed away, those jagged shards of pain slowly mending to the point that he could breathe again. He stood up, ready to join you and you watched him look down at the small nameplate in front of Yu’s tree. The air was still, an eerie calmness that made Kento feel as if the shift in the breeze was Yu throwing that stupid mischievous smirk in his direction from the sight of his best friend and his new family.

Kento wasn’t a spiritual man, but some part of him believed that Yu could see him and his family, that he could see Kaya and his daughter, and that he would be happy with the way you turned the bakery around. 

Part of Kento believed it. He had to believe it. Yu was too powerful of a person to fade away with his ashes that rested in the soil beneath his tree.

So, he took that belief with him, tucked it deep down within his chest as he interlaced his fingers with yours and felt the cool metal of your ring against his skin.

“Did he respond?” you asked him, nudging his arm softly with your elbow. He looked down at you before pressing a fond kiss to your lips, smiling against you when he felt his daughter pull at his coat. He pulled away and then leaned down to press a series of kisses to Ulani’s cheek, her curls brushing against his nose as she squealed in her own laughter, satisfied with the attention and babbling for more.

Giving your hand a gentle squeeze, he offered his silent answer to your question, one you had asked a few times before. And he smiled, that special smile reserved only for you, before leading you away from Yu’s tree and back along the streets of Nakameguro. 

[lixiesfreckless]

Forgive Me | k. sm.

➸ synopsis: the truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

➸ starring: kim seungmin x female reader

➸ word count: 1.2k

➸ general content: butler!seungmin, duchess!reader, forbidden love, I guess this is a royal au lmao

➸ rating: teen+

➸ author’s note: another old fic but MAN as much as I claim to scream and cry for royal aus, I hardly ever write them smh

♫ perilous path- yu-peng chen, hoyo-mix(basically from the genshin impact soundtrack)

“Must you follow me into restricted areas as well?”

You folded your arms and rested your weight against the bookshelves, scowling at Mister Seungmin, who appeared to be looking for you at the end of the book-lined aisle. He tilted his head, assuming an amused expression as he took in your appearance.

“Pardon?”

“If there is one place a butler is not supposed to be, it is the library.”

“With all due respect your grace, I know you can come up with a better excuse than that to not want to see me.”

“Well-” you suddenly ran out of words, caught off guard by the slight curl of his rose tinted lips. There it was again, that despicable feeling bubbling up in your torso as you looked at his handsome face under the candlelit corner. “What is it that you want then?”

There was a flicker of something strange in his eyes for a moment, then he blinked and it was gone, taking out a handkerchief from his suit pocket and removing his glasses.

“The queen is requesting your presence in the ladies’ lounge,” he said, watching you empty your armload of books back onto the shelf. “I presume it is concerning the Suitor’s dinner happening this evening.”

A flash of anger shot through you, jealous of the one in front of you that doesn’t have a name to uphold as he put his round frames back on his nose bridge. His face took on a worried expression once he saw the distressed look in your eyes, so he took a hesitant step closer, treading on paper-thin ice.

“Your grace…are you alright?”

“Of course I’m alright,” you snapped back at him, and although a pang of guilt rocked your head from being so harsh towards who may be the only person you care about, you let your emotions get the best of you. “Why do you care anyways?”

“Why do I care?” He stepped closer, an emotion you knew well as hurt flooding his irises as he scanned your face.

It was a silly question from both of you, considering how painfully obvious the answer was.

The stares that lingered longer than they were allowed to, the peculiar circumstances you accidentally found yourselves in, the fact that you were both in the most silent corner of the library, aware that there would be no one around for hours if you did happen to run into each other…

The truth was that you cared about each other in all the ways you really weren’t allowed to.

“Your grace…” he closed his eyes, trying to gather his thoughts, and maybe his sanity as well, “...as a butler you know it is my job to-”

“Very well,” you sighed, moving past the taller man and ignoring the sinking feeling in your chest. “I will be off to the-”

You didn’t see the way he silently regretted his words, or how he internally hoped you would forgive him for his next action. All you registered was the feeling of his trembling fingers circling your wrist, stopping you from leaving.

The sheer insanity of the gesture seemed to still the air in the library, keeping both you and Seungmin frozen in place as the near-silent sound of a grandfather clock ticking was heard in the distance. Your skin could have burst into flames at that very moment; you couldn’t bear to look anywhere but the forest green carpet as Seungmin stared at where you were connected to him, as if that would make him pull you closer.

But he knows better than to put you both at risk.

The moment you feel him loosen his grip on your wrist, your last drop of restraint evaporates from your skin and you turn back to face him, locking your gaze on his. Which ironically, lets the leash snap on his end as well.

“Forgive me,” was the last thing you heard him say before pulling your wrist towards him, causing you to stumble right into him, but not before he caught you with his lips.

Only a brief moment was spared for a sharp intake of air before he crashed his lips onto yours, the gasp being silenced quickly in his desires as you reached to grip his shoulder. His hand found your waist to keep you steady, but only until you regained your balance; he pulled away far too quickly for you to say that the encounter ever happened, and you finally caught your breath again.

With wide eyes you both stared at each other, unsure of what to say or do as your labored breathing filled the aisle, much like the sound of your heart rattling your rib cage filled your eardrums.

So many emotions swam in his brown irises. Not that you could identify any of them, for there were millions more drowning in your own, you were sure.

“Your…your grace,” Seungmin’s voice quivered, just above a whisper. “My deepest apo-”

“Do you regret it?”

“I- I beg your pardon?” His eyebrows knitted together ever so slightly as you pulled away from his embrace, silken hands trembling as you tried to regain your composure.

“Do you regret stealing my heart…despite knowing that you cannot have it,” you whispered, clutching the jewels at your neckline. 

“Your gr-”

“Drop…drop the formalities,” you pleaded, voice shaking now too, “you know it has never been that way between us.”

Seeing the forbidden truth in your eyes made him retract whatever he was about to say with a labored sigh.

“Y/n.” The shivers up your spine return. “As much as it should not happen, I could never regret loving you.”

“Seungmin don’t say that,” you cried out, tears spilling out from the corners of your eyes, “if you truly loved me you would have never returned my affections from the start.”

Seungmin watched in agony as you quickly swiped the tears away, only to have more fall out from under your eyelashes.

“Do you know what it is like to wake up every day, knowing that you cannot be with the one person you wish to-”

“Yes I know exactly,” he breathed, quickly closing the distance and holding you against the bookshelf so he could catch your lips in his again. This time you fell apart, melting in his grasp as his lips glided against yours, and your cares seemed to fade like the smoke leaving the candles lining the corridor.

“I am sorry,” he whispered as he moved to kiss away your tears, holding you so close to him as you gasped from the feather light touches on your cheeks. Hearing him say that only made you pull him in for another kiss, for Seungmin could have given you a thousand apologies, but not one would pull you out from how deeply you had fallen for him.

You knew he was trained to be especially careful with you, but the gentleness that he kissed you with…it was something you had only read of in books in your teen years, something you knew came about as rarely as diamonds did. To you, he was more rare and desirable than any gemstone on the market, and yet…

Your family could not pay the price for him, to lose their eldest daughter to a lower rank for something as useless as love, in their eyes.

“Seungmin,” you choked, biting back tears. “I…” 

“I know,” he whispered, kissing your trembling lips once more before letting go of you. “I know.”

And with that, you tore yourself away, away from the library, away from what you wanted most, and saddest of all, away from the man you loved.

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. ✧˚₊‧⋆‧

[mizldrizl]

I've never read English fanfictions of K-Dramas before, but recently I watched Beyond Evil and it made me go digging AO3 right away. After reading several works, I wanted to write down a few thoughts and some information on names/titles as a native Korean speaker.

It sounds extremely weird when Joo Won calls Dong Sik "Dong Sik" or "Lee Dong Sik" in normal circumstances. In Korea, it is a taboo to call someone older than you by just their name. Whenever this happens in a fic, I can't help to think like, "Joo Won, are you trying to get punched by Dong Sik?! Why are you being so rude all of a sudden??" Of course, we saw that Joo Won calls Dong Sik "Lee Dong Sik" a couple of times in the show, but it was only when he was infuriated or really frustrated by Dong Sik.

Similarly, Yu Yeon would never call Dong Sik "Dong Sik." Maybe "Lee Dong Sik" if she is really mad, but I don't think she is someone who would ever act like that towards her older brother. She'll always call him "oppa (오빠)."

Whenever Dong Sik calls Joo Won "Joo Won" in a fic, my brain automatically translates it to "Joo Won-ah (주원아)" because that's just how you normally call someone younger than you by their name in Korean. In other words, Dong Sik wouldn't literally call Joo Won "Joo Won (주원)"; it'll always be "Joo Won-ah (주원아)." Basically, the rule is that you put "ah (아)" or "ya (야)" at the end of a name depending what it ends with; if a name ends with a consonant, you add "ah (아)," and if a vowel, "ya (야)." Therefore:

Joo Won (주원) -> Joo Won-ah (주원아)

Jae Yi (재이) -> Jae Yi-ya (재이야)

Ji Hoon (지훈) -> Ji Hoon-ah (지훈아)

Ji Hwa (지화) -> Ji Hwa-ya (지화야)

Yu Yeon (유연) -> Yu Yeon-ah (유연아)

You can't use a name + "ah (아)" or "ya (야)" as a subject or object in a sentence, as this convention only happens when you call someone. Because of this, the following sentence sounds awkward:

Dong Sik said, "My Joo Won-ah is such a handsome man."

Strictly speaking, "친구 (friends)" are people who have a bond and are the same age in Korea. That's why we can say Dong Sik, Jung Je and Ji Hwa are friends. Then what about others? At school or work, we can use "선배 (sunbae)" and "후배 (hoobae)." If you're familiar with Japanese terms "senpai" and "kouhai," they are exactly the same meaning. "Sunbae" is someone who is older than you and/or started school/career earlier than you. To your "sunbae," you're their "hoobae." In the show, Sang Yeop, Dong Sik's old partner, calls Dong Sik "sunbae."

However, if you become more intimate (not in a sexual way!) with someone, or if that someone is your family, other terms such as "형 (hyung)," "누나 (noona)," "오빠 (oppa)" and "언니 (unnie)" can be used as follows:

Younger male -> Older male = "형 (hyung)"

e.g. Ji Hoon -> Dong Sik

Younger male -> Older female = "누나 (noona)"

e.g. Ji Hoon -> Ji Hwa

Younger female -> Older male = "오빠 (oppa)"

e.g. Yu Yeon -> Dong Sik

Younger female -> older female = "언니 (unnie)"

e.g. Jae Yi -> Ji Hwa

Plus, you can add the person's name in front of each term. One thing to remember is that you should put "yi (이)" at the end of the name if it ends with a consonant. If it ends with a vowel, no extra syllable is necessary. For example:

Dong Sik (동식) -> Dong Sik-yi hyung (동식이 형)

Jae Yi (재이) -> Jae Yi noona (재이 누나)

Sometimes, you add "nim (님)" to "hyung (형)" and "noona (누나)" to be even more polite/show more respect. Therefore, "hyung (형)" becomes "hyung-nim (형님)," but for "noona (누나)," it becomes "noo-nim (누님)," not "noona-nim (누나님)." Once, Oh Sub refers to Nam Sang Bae "Sang Bae hyung-nim (상배 형님)" while talking to Jung Chul Moon after Nam Sang Bae was arrested. "Nim (님)" can be also added to a job title, so in the show we hear "소장님 (Substation Chief + nim)", "경사님 (Lieutenant + nim)," "경위님 (Inspector + nim)," etc. plenty times. Personally, it is funny to watch Dong Sik sometimes call Joo Won "한주원 경위 (Inspector Han Joo Won)" at the beginning and Joo Won sometimes call Dong Sik "이동식 경사 (Lieutenant Lee Dong Sik)" because technically you have to add "nim (님)" in those cases (you know, Joo Won being Dong Sik's superior officer at the time & Dong Sik being older than Joo Won and his "sunbae" in career), but they just want to show they don't like each other that much so bad!

Oh, and Dong Sik calls Joo Won "도련님 (young master)" from time to time, and it reminds me of Merlin calling Arthur "sire" sarcastically. Those young, elite, arrogant and (surprisingly) naive boys...

Anyway, now what I'm trying to figure out is--what would Dong Sik and Joo Won call each other once they start a romantic relationship? For Dong Sik, obviously it'd be either "주원아 (Joo Won/Joo Won-ah)" or "한주원 (Han Joo Won)." For Joo Won? As I've rambled long above, "동식아 (Dong Sik/Dong Sik-ah)" certainly is out of question. "동식 씨 (Dong Sik-ssi)" is slightly better, but it still sounds a little off to me. My personal picks are "이동식 씨 (Lee Dong Sik-ssi)" and "형 (hyung)." For the latter, I'd like to imagine that Joo Won asks Dong Sik if it's okay to call him that at some point. In bed, Joo Won might call Dong Sik "이동식 (Lee Dong Sik)" when he feels like to be a bit dominant or wants to tease/taunt Dong Sik, but not too often. (In one fic I've read, Joo Won says something like "Focus, Lee Dong Sik" while having sex with him and Dong Sik tries to be angry, saying "Yah--" but apparently he couldn't say much else after that. The fic is one of my favorites so far.)

Okay, that's all I guess. I've never written anything this long in English in my life, and honestly I'm a little nervous. Beyond Evil made me do this. I'm going to look for new fics now. (By the way, thank you for your amazing fics, Beyond Evil fic writers! Keep up the good work!)

[rayan12sworld]

💠💙Crafty Tricks

By:covalentbonds

Summary:

“Hussy.” Wei Wuxian hissed under his breath. Squirmed for a moment, he should be kinder and it wasn't even wrong.

Because it wasn't as if, as if—

“Hussy!” He gave up and whined into his champagne glass again. “She's a total hussy.”

“Yes.” A familiar sounding voice said in agreement.

Wei Wuxian yelped in surprise as he turned sidewards to see the broad figure of Lan Zhan's uncle glowering at someone who was not him for a change.

To be specific—at Wang Lingjiao who was plastered all over a suited and impossibly handsome looking Lan Zhan.

Or,

Impossibly, inconceivably Lan Qiren and Wei Wuxian find themselves agreeing with each other.

Chapter:1/1

Words:2,748

Status:completed

”Wangji.” He said, pointedly not looking at Wang Lingjiao. “Uncle?” Lan Wangji greeted back. Wang Lingjiao gasped and bowed. “Lan Laoshi..” Lan Qiren's eye twitched but he still did not look at her. His expression was filled with utter disregard.

He glared at her, then looked up and glared at Lan Zhan, lips pressed into a sullen pout, unable to help it—he had always resorted to puffing up his cheeks when displeased around those who indulged him so, Jiang Yanli and Lan Zhan— and loudly hmphed for good measure. Lan Zhan blinked. “Wang Lingjiao.” Lan Qiren finally acknowledged, as if performing a favor with no honorifics at all. “Separate yourself from my nephew.” He commanded. Wang Lingjiao's eyes went wide. Her lips pressed together in rage but Lan Qiren continued. An illustrious tiger to her mangled flea. Before she opened her mouth to say something in that grating voice, Lan Qiren spoke. “It is entirely unbecoming of you to drape yourself over a promised man.” “Promised?” She screeched. Lan Qiren cleared his throat. “Yes.” “To whom?” Her voice had climbed up in pitch. If she was a supervillain, her grating voice would be her weapon. “To him.” Lan Qiren said. All of them stilled. Wei Wuxian looked at her. Looked back at Lan Qiren. Avoided looking at Lan Zhan. Looked at her beady creepy eyes again. He did not know what the fuck was going on but he'd never say no to creating chaos. With a deep breath, he left Lan Qiren's side and simpered up to Lan Zhan. “Er-gege.. Wei Ying was so lonely..” He whined. “Why is er-gege letting this protozoan stick to him huh? Hmm, lady why are you touching my man?” ~~~😂😂😂Lan laoshi knows what is he doingggggg

~

”How many did you send?” Lan Wangji asked his uncle. Lan Qiren, looked at him tired, no doubt. “Thirty. As you asked. Why?” “Hmm. No particular reason.” Jin Zixuan had sent twenty five. Yu Ziyuan would notice. He knew she would. Good, he thought smugly.

[ellsieee]

Here we go again. My long spazzy thoughts about Stay With Me eps 11 & 12. 😅

We couldn't be happy for more than one episode could we? We just reached the halfway point and it's already angst city. 😩

At least we got some flirting before the angst. Su Yu thinks Wu Bi is handsome eh? 🤭🤭🤭 I squeal a little every time they have that prolonged eye contact. Their chemistry is chemistrying.

Their flirting is so cute! Wu Bi is the most handsome to Su Yu of course. Though honestly, Wu Bi's cousin is more handsome except for that horrid mini man bun on his head. 😅

Girl please. As much as I hate the evil ex-gf trope, we need her to stir the pot so the boys will start realizing their feelings for each other. I think it's working already, Su Yu can't bring himself to say there is no one else he likes and it looks like he's having a lot of angsty, complicated feelings.

Wu Bi was wrong for sticking his goons on Su Yu, but they misunderstood Wu Bi's intentions and beat up Su Yu on their own... I'm going to make bad excuses for Wu Bi because damn that sad kicked puppy face makes me want to forgive him immediately. He knows he fucked up, don't yell at him like that Su Yu. 😭

I think all of us watching, collectively lost our minds a bit at "Su Yu is mine". This possessive jealously is just *chef's kiss*. This is beyond just wanting to spare his cousin's and Su Yu's feelings.

Wanying is clinging to Su Yu and fake crying, but Su Yu doesn't touch her. He doesn't even do the friendly soothing pat on the back or shoulder! What has changed???? YOU LIKE WU BI NOW Su Yu! Come on now, I thought you were a smart kid. 😏

Wu Bi was so considerate of Su Yu. Wu Bi waited outside all night instead of disturbing his sleep.🥹 That hug! He missed Su Yu so much and you can tell how sorry he was for what happened. He just wants to take Su Yu back to their home. 🧡

Oh this conniving woman... Not only did she lie, but she set a trap for Wu Bi. Damn, she is vicious! But Su Yu is also an idiot. Why on earth would Wu Bi like her? They've known each other for 5 minutes and have barely said two words to each other. Besides, Wu Bi has been too busy flirting with Su Yu to care about Wanying!

You tell him Wu Bi! "Like her my ass" would be closer to what Wu Bi says. He isn't that polite lol. Wu Bi isn't mad about being punched or even about the set up. He is most upset that Su Yu doesn't believe him. These boys are breaking my heart.

Argh the misunderstandings. Wu Bi use your words! Tell Su Yu you don't like her. Tell him the person you like is him! 😭 He can talk about it Doudou though apparently. Wu Bi is tormented by love eh? I think we know what love he is being tormented by. 😏

This angst and misunderstandings is killing me! Can it be Friday again already?

[wazabii]

NIPPLE PIERCING | BAJI KEISUKE

summary: you are an owner of a tattoo + piercing shop and a pretty boy books an appointment to get both. Reblogs are appreciated~

content warning: piercings and tattoo's, dom reader , pretty boy, semi-public, baji , i know nothing abt tattoo shops, I wrote this at 1:07 in the morning, reader is referred to master,{y/n}-

minors do not read! if you do you will be tainted ig? >:(

Working as a tattoo artist is not as easy as it seems. Sure, it lets your imagination run wild but the constant fear of disappointing your customers and ruining a tattoo is always there.

It's been a long ass day for you and you can't wait to skedaddle the fuck outa the shop, but God was remembering all the bad things you've done like come on man! Burning a child molester's house down with him in it is not a sin!

The sound of the bell in the shop chiming indicated that someone has entered the shop.

'I really need to change the closing time to 30 minutes earlier so they don't come in one minute before the closing time.'

Miss girl was done with life.

One thing great about being a female tattoo and piercing artist was that girls aren't afraid or that shy with you. That's why you more successful than yo big bro ;).

Sure you've had a couple o crushes and minor flings here and there but nothing was serious the other party knew this was not going to escalate more than a make out and neither did they disagree with that.

But boy was your last customer hot. He was panting with glossy sweat trickling down to his neck rose red tongue slightly sticking out and silky black hair looking like he just modeled for a Sunsilk ad. He has some good fashion sense too, with a midnight black choker with multiple silver chains attached to it , amber see-through shirt and lose marine blue jeans.

' Thank god I haven't closed yet! If i did i would have missed this amazing opportunity!'

" hey! What can i do for you?" You said in a slightly raspy and tired voice. And god, was that shit hot.

"Thank god Im not late....." The pretty boy muttered.

"Hey! I was thinking if you're not running late for anything and if you can..... May i get a tattoo and piercing please?"

"Where do you want to get it and do you have a picture of what you want to get?"

" I went it on my chest and the piercing i wantitonmynipple " his words were fumbled and you can't exactly understand them

" honey im gonna need you to speak a little slower on the piercing part"

" I want piercing on ...... my ..ni- nipples" Finally he got the clogged up words out of his mouth but he feels pretty embarrassed about having to say that in front of a lady that is so pretty godly amazing eye-catching magnificent wonderful blessed seggs- ok i'll stop >:).

" OHHH you wanna nip piercinmg? Don't worry hon i've done piercing on a few girls before but not on a guy that's a handsome as you~"

He was ready to bomb himself for the embarrassment but the praise sent blood gushing to his cheeks and especially t his dick-

"Come'on hun gotta lay down... unless you want it standing up"

You tried easing the stranger which you found out his name is keisuke. A hot name for a hot stranger-

the tattoo was easy a feathery arrow with a small pair of chopsticks acting as it's bow.

You deid to innturupt the silence.

" yu know? Funny how a few hours ago a blondie asked for the same tattoo as you. You know em' ?"

"Did he have an undercut and greenish blueish eyes?"

"so you do know him..... a tat for best friends?"

"yeah........BUT IT WAS A DARE"

Keisuke looked like he is pretty embarrassed about getting the tattoo but you find it adorable how eyes darting from left to right wanting to meet anything but yours, the tip of his ears are dusted with a coat of rosy pink.

'if his ears and neck are such a beautifully flushed shade of pink i wonder how flushed his dic- Y/N STOP BEGONE HORNY THOUGHTS'

Stuck in your........ interesting thought process, you couldn't hear baji calling you.

"-Y- EY- HEY? Miss tattoo artist? I've been calling you quite afew times..... are you okay? And you've already finished my tattoo...."

oh. i'm done with his tattoo? since when?

Oh. OH- it's time for the piercing-

I know that I've done this a shit ton of times but gah damn I feel like a train wreck.

A speck of flush sprinkled on his cheeks 😏 as he slowly almost as he was teasing you pulled his shirt off.

OH MA LAWDY LAWD IS THIS MAN 🙏 so damn fineeeee😫😫😫 meaty arms that flex unconsciously as he moves to cover himself pecs that look like real boobies #stanmanboobies.

"s-stop starina-hh"

it's as if your hands had a mind of theyre own. Moving the pads of your fingers around his cotton pink nipples. Steadily swirling them to the background music of the shop. "take it slow put it down on me" and indeed you took it slow just like the lyrics had said.

You ripped of your shirt which now left you with only a sports bra, and climbed on top of the pretty boy. Ploddingly grinding on his rampant crotch you took the tie that was ripped off with the shirt and tied his wrist together.

"M-mas-ter-r sto-p teasiNG"

Master. Master was all he said and only that was needed to makeyou loose all self control.

"you're so sensitive baby~" the tiredness in your voice vanishing instantly and getting replaced with a mischievous tone.

"master please please please PLeASe"

"please what baby i don't know what you're saying" you almost started feeling bad as you know you were being a little mean but KEY WORD: ALMOST.

"ma-master..." keisuke looked ashamed of saying it out loud but you weren't gonna move unless he says it. #airforceenergy #periot

Keisuke looked into your eyes clearly flustered but says it anyways.

"master please ride my dick suck it DO WHATEVER. JUST PLEase use me...." voice gradually shrinking, he pleaded with the last braincell he had.

[maximumkingdomstarlight]

Arrogant hearts (Gojo x F! reader)

Chapter 1

[The year 2006]

"that girl is really quiet, huh? but her technique seems powerful" Gojo Satoru, who was sitting on the staircase with his best friend commented. Looking at the girl who was training on the grounds, with the other second years, Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara. his best friend shook his head "Satoru, every powerful person might not be as loud as you are" 

Satoru smirked at his best friend "I'll take that as a compliment, Suguru" 

they kept looking at their juniors practicing, when they saw the girl falling from exhaustion "Her technique is good, but she has weak stamina" Gojo Satoru said with a frown "Such a waste of a technique" his friend Geto Suguru glared at him "don't say that" "why? it's the truth" Satoru shrugged, looking at the girl breathing heavily on the ground, her classmates Nanami Kento and Yu Haibara asking if she was fine... 

After drinking water and taking a few deep breaths, you felt better "Let's go again" you said standing up "don't push yourself too much, Y/N" Haibara said with a worried look...  "yeah, try to calm down properly," Nanami said in a serious tone, as always... before you can argue, Haibara saw their upperclassmen, Gojo Satoru and Geto Suguru watching them... "oh! Our upperclassmen are here, you should go and stay with them until you feel better"

After being pushed to sit with them, Nanami and Haibara went back to sparring. 

"Hello!" a soft voice next to you greeted you, you bowed a little even though you were sitting. "hello" you replied  "I am Geto Suguru, and this is Gojo Satoru," Geto said while indicating Gojo with his thumb "I think you know us?" Geto asked while glaring at Gojo who didn't budge even after the greeting their junior gave them.

"yes," you replied with a nod... a few awkward seconds passed.

Gojo suddenly laughed mockingly, the laugh was towards Geto. but he asked you "You are not going to introduce yourself?" 

Geto was not happy with his friend's behavior, but he looked at you for your reply.

"Sorry, I forgot... I am L/N Y/N" you said while bowing again 

"you forgot to introduce yourself, even after Suguru introduced himself?" Gojo asked in a mocking tone 

"It's okay, it must be stressful after all that training," Geto said with a soft smile

"I'm really sorry, I did really forgot it" you said while bowing slightly again... 

Geto waved his hand, dismissing your apologies "we good" he said, Gojo looking at you with a frown... 

That was how you two noticed each other first...

[Present Day]

Gojo was in the jujutsu high after his mission to Sendai, seeing a familiar figure... a figure he didn't see from a long time... 

you were on your phone, searching for Yaga Masamichi's phone number in your phone... it's been a long time since you came back to your alma mater, remembering you only had Nanami's phone number in your phone anyways, so you were about to call him but-

"yo! long time no see" you heard a voice behind you, you turn to look at the man, who was grinning at you 

"Gojo Satoru" unknowingly, your words came out... 

"yeah, THE one and only" he said with a smirk.

"it's nice to meet you again" you said, even though you didn't feel happy or sad seeing your upperclassman who never had a proper conversation with you in school.

"I know, it must be nice to see me again, Y/N" he said the smirk on his face never leaving him

you bowed slightly, not knowing how to respond, which made him frown

"why did you suddenly came back? if my memory is correct, you suddenly left the school without even saying good bye to your upperclassman" he said wondering when you became that attractive.

"I had to leave for some important family business in the USA" you said looking at the tall man. who you always thought was handsome, but never really thought of as anything other than your upperclassman.

"and that is?"

"my father caught an uncurable illness, which.. was the reason I had to move to the USA with my family" you said remembering the sudden events that happened, that fateful year... "I heard what happened here though" you added

"and how did you hear the gossip, Y/N?" he asked with a smirk, the memories flowing in... but there were so many questions in his mind too, if your father was ill all these years, why come to Japan now? what did you do in the USA... but he kept it to himself.

"I had contacts with Nanami" you said, not wanting to ask about his best friend, which you thought was the best upperclassmen you had from Gojo's age group... 

"I see, so he likes gossiping with you..." he muttered under his breath, a clear emotion was not seen from his blindfolded face "so? why are you here alone then?" he asked.

"I just came back to Japan, and this is the only place I am used to" you said, remembering your cozy dorm room, you had when you were young.

"Ah-ha? so what are you gonna do now?" he asked while raising an eyebrow, which you didn't see, obviously.

"I want to meet Yaga, and then find a place to stay, and start my life as a sorcerer again" you didn't want to tell this blindfolded man about your plans, but you know he would at least say where Yaga was at.

"I can show you a place to stay, but it's quite expensive" Gojo smirked.

you raised an eyebrow to his reply.

"curious, huh?" he smiled "the apartment I live in, the next door house is empty" he said while getting dangerously close to your face.

you took a step back making him laugh "no blushing or something?" he asked.

"money is not a problem" you said ignoring his comment "I want to know how the place look first" you said while thinking, of course money was not the problem, staying next door to the most annoying person was... 

"you don't look interested though, but oh well, first Yaga, isn't it?" he asked with a small smile "come on, I'm actually going to meet him as well" he said while tilting his head to the road, which had colorful leaves on the ground, because of the autumn

you two started walking together 

"you are quiet as ever" he said with a small chuckle "you never talked with us much" he added 

"so, How was USA?" he asked while grinning

[pancake-breakfast]

I've been neglecting Tumblr as a whole this weekend as I burn through costume-making, but I think I can keep up with Trigun Book Club!

Archive

Trigun Volume 1: Covers + 1-3, 3 Detailed Thoughts, 4, 4 DT, 5-6, 5-6 + DT, 6 DT, 7-8, 9-10

Trigun Volume 2: Covers + Extras, 1, 1 Supplemental Research, 2-4

Stream-of-consciousness thoughts for Trigun Vol. 2, Chapters 5-6 below.

Chapter 5: Murder Café

CW: Sexual assault, human trafficking

This title sounds like a place I'd either really want to eat at or never want to eat at.

It's interesting to see what they did and didn't keep of the city design in Stampede.

Even yandere emo boys have to eat sometimes.

The heck? Is this woman barefoot?? Why would anyone be barefoot out there??? Oh. Oh, shit. Are we gonna get into that aspect of the story already???

Yyyyup. Well, dang. These men chose the wrong bar to stumble into. I know a few things about yandere emo boys and there's a thing or two they're a bit sensitive about....

If your SO ever, EVER slaps you to the floor while screaming at you for looking at someone else, even if it's not in public, get help and get out of there. I realize these guys aren't these women's significant anything, but that's not the point. Or maybe it is. They are the kind of people who would treat another human being this way. They are not people who love these women.

Dude. This shit is blaming Legato for being too pretty and making these women feel bad that they'll never have a handsome man like him while bragging about assaulting them in the same breath. WTH???

Everyone else in the bar wants to take these guys down, but they're big and powerful and intimidating, making it pretty impossible for the average person.

Ok, but this panel of chibi Legato just... chewing away. At this rate I'm gonna add him to my collection. And then shove him in a box and throw him in the bottom of the sea.

I wonder if this guy meant to hit Legato's fork or if it was just a lucky shot. Also, what kind of grip does this man have that he was able to keep ahold of his fork while it was shot in two?!?!

Huh, he was going to let them go about their business, confident they'd get theirs. But they done overstepped now.

He says it like a command, as if they have any control over the matter once he's in play.

Nice and traumatic for all involved. Good... good....

I'm impressed these guys are standing their ground after that display. We're gonna assume they're so scared that whatever sense they had has left their stupid heads.

Current favorite angry Legato face:

Just in case being kidnapped and raped by slavers wasn't already the most traumatic thing to happen to these women....

Honestly, it's good and important to see this bit of humanity from Legato, even if it makes for a much more muddy morality in the story overall. Maybe particularly because it makes for a much more muddy morality overall.

Dude, for his arm to be at this angle, he's gotta have CLAMP-in-their-Tsubasa-Chronicle-xxxHolic-era proportions.

I wonder how Vash would have handled this situation had he been there instead. Surely Vash isn't unaware that this sort of stuff happens in this world....

Chapter 6: A Gathering of Demons

CW: Human trafficking

So much sand....

I love how, in this story, our primary windows into the world are Milly and Meryl. Like, they're characters in their own right, but they're also the closest thing we have to an Everyman through which we interact with the story.

Yeah, Vash is probably on hyper-alert for now because of the Gung-Ho Guns. Constantly concerned about the safety of everyone around him.

That reminds me, I should retrieve my tea from the kitchen. (It's jasmine, if you're curious.)

GoshDARNIT, Legato! You're not supposed to be flattered and happy when people announce they're gonna hunt you!

He's just a silly, happy boy.

Heh. Foreshadowing.

YUS YUS YUS MY BOI WOLFWOOD IS HEEEEEEERE!!!

Soooo many things I could say here and I will say none of them. Instead, let's all just appreciate how much the bus driver here looks like a hippie straight from 1960's Berkeley.

I'm impressed they managed to get that thing on the roof of the van.

LOL, Wolfwood's response to people calling him out for being a frumpy, shady guy....

Awww, cute Vash face!

I love everything about their meeting here.

It's interesting that WW quickly notes how much Vash fits the description on his posters when Monev was quick to say Vash looked nothing like the description of him.

I do like the introduction '98 gave them, though, with Vash inventing a crazy name for himself and then Milly casually dropping the whole "Vash the Stampede" bit.

Vash looks very unsure of WW here. Resigned, but unsure.

The slavers are gonna try to do what to whom? Hahahahahahaha GL

Speak of the devil....

Who the hell is he talking to??

Yeah, this wasn't gonna end well for them....

THE PORTABLE CONFESSIONAL!!! Gods, I hope this thing shows up in Stampede. It's the dumbest thing, but it's also beautiful. Especially the way WW just SHOVES it on people's heads.

WW's introduction is great. Is he a genuine sweetheart or is he a conman? Both??

WW can't not melt at kids, can he?

Dude, they've been hanging out for... what, a few hours? And already WW is reading Vash like a book.

This pose looks... uncomfortable.

Hahahahahaha, he's stuck in it.

Gods, that's a freaking MOUNTAIN of bodies. He should compare it with the one Erwin Smith has.

Ok, I kind of love how Legato handles these guys. He's like, "Oh, so you want to make a profit selling people? How about I kill half of you so you can make a profit off the organs of people you might actually give a shit about? Get fucked, scumbag."

Oh. THAT'S where the chapter title comes from. Hi, everyone!

[bangtanstanst]

double trouble | 0

WRITERS; @jooneos @bangtanstanst​ GENRE; fluff RATING; teens & up (applies to this chapter alone) PAIRING; platonic jeon jungkook/f!reader (for now👀) WORDCOUNT; 2′030 AU; tattoo parlour!au, roommate!au, flower shop!au WARNINGS; swearing, pining, tattooed!jungkook, jungkook’s nipples are pierced so yOU KNOW

› SYNOPSIS; a bet with your roommate jungkook gets you in a world of trouble, though you’re not exactly complaining. after all, who wouldn’t love trouble when it comes in the form of the man, the myth, the legend; the tattoo artist across the street, christian motherfucking yu? › NOTE; oof here we gooo!!! we’ve been dying to share this for MONTHS, hope you guys enjoy it!!! › DISCLAIMER; the prologue is the only sfw chapter in this series!!! the rest is all going to be explicit so beware!!! › MASTERLISTS; series | jooneos | bangtanstanst

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“I think that’s the last one!” Jungkook says from the threshold of your new apartment, a little out of breath. He groans and heaves the last box out of the hallway. The muscles in his arms shift, pulling at the tattoos that ink his body. You exhale shakily, dragging your eyes away from him, and you pointedly stare at the box you’re carrying to your designated bedroom. You very nearly trip over your carpet in your distracted state, yelping as you catch yourself, just barely. Sweat sticks uncomfortably to your back and makes your shirt cling to your body. You wiggle around to try to make it come loose as you walk on, huffing when it doesn’t work. You dump the hefty box of books on your mattress and walk back to the living room, carefully avoiding the treacherous rug as you go.

Bright white walls reflect the soft November sunlight that filters through the windows and warms the light wooden floor under your bare feet. Jungkook stands in the middle of the living room, looking over a sea of cardboard boxes. His eyebrows are pulled into a deep frown, a few strands of curly hair have escaped the makeshift bun he’s pulled his hair into. 

“Twenty-two, twenty-three… Yeah, that’s all of them,” he says, relief palpable in his voice. He clears a couple of things from the IKEA couch, one of the only currently unpacked pieces of furniture, and makes room for you and him to sit on. 

“Oh, thank fuck,” you wheeze as you sink into the fabric of your oh-so-beloved couch. It dips when Jungkook plops himself onto it next to you.

“The stairs really take it out of ya,” he says, panting heavily.

You groan in reply. “The one downside to living on the top floor, I guess,” you mutter under your breath. You shuffle on the couch until your head rests on Jungkook’s shoulder. His arm wraps around you in a nearly instinctive motion, something you’ve grown accustomed to over the past four years of living together. His bicep shifts as you adjust yourself on his shoulder and you smother the wave of decidedly-not-platonic-affection that runs in shivers down your arms. 

“By the way, we share a wall now, that means no three AM workouts,” you warn, twisting your neck to look at him.

“Why not?” Jungkook pouts at you, his pink lips purse cutely as he looks at you with big puppy eyes. Honestly, it’s unfair; he’s not supposed to be cute and sexy. There’s got to be a rule against that somewhere, no?

“I don’t want to hear you grunting and moaning in the middle of the fucking night, that’s why,” you grumble and shove his shoulder.

“Psh, you love my grunting moans,” he jokes and you jab his chest in retaliation, ignoring the faint pulling pain in your muscles. His white shirt clings to the ridges of his stomach as he breathes hard, still recovering from the countless trips up and down the seven flights of stairs. Long dark curls fall artfully into his face and cling to his temples, sweat beads on the column of his neck and the silver barbells that pierce his nipples stick out against the soaked fabric of his shirt. You’re reminded again just how unfair the entire situation is, how he looks so effortlessly handsome when you’re sure you look like an absolute wreck.

You let your eyes run across the sharp cut of his jaw, getting stuck momentarily on his soft looking lips. Stop that, you admonish yourself. You avert your eyes quickly, looking at your lap as your cheeks heat embarrassingly. “Ugh, gross,” you joke instead, tucking away the warm feeling Jungkook gives you every damn time you look into his stupid, sparkling eyes. He grins at you and your heart skips a beat. Stupid crush. 

A familiar, comfortable silence stretches between you and you pick at a growing blister on your palm. Jungkook shifts on the couch, his thighs strain against the ripped material of his jeans and you carefully avoid looking anywhere near him. Your gaze trails over the sea of moving boxes and moves over the naked walls of your apartment instead. Keep it together, you tell yourself. You’ve been friends with him for forever, you can’t let your crush on him ruin everything. Besides, it’s not like someone like him would go for someone like you anyways. 

“Can’t believe we did it,” he mutters and stretches his legs out, your eyes involuntarily flicker over to watch the movement. Inked details shift underneath the ripped knees of his jeans and you gulp heavily. His head falls back against the couch cushion as he lets out a content sigh.

“Yeah,” you agree, a little dazed as you try not to stare at the column of Jungkook’s throat, it moves in soft bobbing motions as his breathing slows gradually. You drag your eyes away from him and look around your new apartment instead. The couch looks out onto large windows and beyond, the small university city you both decided to stay in after graduating spreads out before your eyes. Bare trees and smoking chimneys sprawl out as far as the eye can see. You sigh, letting your eyes run over the landscape. It’s only eleven am, the light is still soft in its wintery glow and frost shines like jewels on the rooftops. You prop your feet on the still unpacked coffee table; the heavy boxes make for a decent footrest. The piles of packed furniture call back your attention and you look around the room. To your left, directly across from your room, is the small, open kitchen with an island that spills into the living room. You sigh happily; it’ll be a great place once you’re all moved in.

You tick ‘carry boxes up’ off your mental priority list and go over what else you need to do today, groaning when you remember the next, admittedly pressing item on that list. “Oh fuck, we haven’t gone grocery shopping yet,” you say, somewhat dreading having to get up from the comfort of the couch. As if moving out of your old flat and transporting all the boxes and furniture in Jungkook’s beat-up old car wasn’t exhausting enough.

Jungkook whines and rests his cheek on top of your head. “My arms have liquified, Y/N. I can’t even lift a finger right now,” he says, sighing dramatically and flopping his arms uselessly as if to prove his point. You scoff. 

“So being ripped to hell isn’t even useful?” you tease him and poke his hard stomach.

“Sure it is – I get all the ladies,” he answers and you can practically hear the way smugness twists his words.

“Oh, jesus.” You roll your eyes even though he can’t see you. He laughs anyways and you smile too.

Jungkook hisses when you move your head. “Fuuuck, my arms huuurt,” he whines and you laugh in schadenfreude. “This isn’t funny! How the hell will I ink anyone tomorrow if I can’t even use my fucking arms?” he complains and sinks lower into the couch.

“Oh my god, that’s right! Tomorrow’s your first day!” You move away from him to look at him.

He’s grinning, big and toothy, clearly excited about his new job. “Yeah! I’m so fucking ready, it’s such a cool place too,” he gushes and you smile. It’s nice to see him like this, so openly passionate. His cheeks flush slightly with excitement and you resist the urge to poke the faint dimple that appears when he smiles. Your heart flutters painfully in your chest. “It’s called Rome, which is already the coolest fucking name ever. And the owner is just super chill but he loves tattooing so much?”

“Wait, wait, wait. Rome?” You sit up a little straighter at the name. “That’s right across from Saku! Why didn’t you tell me?!” You slap his chest admonishingly.

“Seriously?” he sits up, eyes sparkling as he blows a strand of hair out of his face.

You nod furiously. “We can meet up for lunch!” you say excitedly and Jungkook hops up and down on the couch. You’d started working at the flower shop, Saku, during your senior year of college, and you’d fallen completely in love with it. After graduating, you’d asked your boss, Eric, if he’d consider letting you on as a full time employee. And just like that, you’d been set from the start – unlike Jungkook, who had struggled for months to find a tattoo parlour hiring new artists. Then one day, he’d come rushing to your old college apartment, ragged and out of breath, his hair a wild mess as he’d picked you up in his arms. He’d twirled you around the room, screaming with delight that he’d finally gotten a job. You still remember the way his eyes sparkled brightly, shining wonderfully as he looked up at you. You’d almost kissed him that day. 

“This is literally the best job ever,” he says and you nod in agreement, giggling at the prospect of seeing your best friend every day. You lean against him again, enjoying the warm, solid way he feels. “I hope the boss is as cool as he seemed during the interview, though, because he said he’s a bit of a hard ass,” Jungkook continues and he worries his bottom lip.

“Wait, is he the one who owns that really loud motorcycle?” you ask, practically feeling the heavy sound of the humming engine you hear every single morning reverberate through your chest. You remember the one time you’d run into the guy at the ramen restaurant next to Saku; he’d held the door open for you, smiling dazzlingly at you. His eyes had softened somehow and when the wild curls of his hair had fallen into his face, you’d resisted the urge to brush them back. Heat sizzles through your veins at the memory. 

“I don’t know?” He shrugs, frowning at you. “I think so, though, he seems like he’d own a bike.”

“Oh my god, he’s your boss? Even more reason to go over and pick you up for lunch, then,” you say, grinning darkly at Jungkook.

He frowns, narrowing his eyes in suspicion. “Why did you say that so weirdly?”

“Because he’s the hottest man I’ve ever seen and you just gave me a legitimate reason to go over and drool all over him,” you admit immediately, wistfully remembering the man’s dark curls and full lips. You’re not even hesitant to tell Jungkook – you’ve always been honest with him, about everything. You’ve been friends since kindergarten, roommates all throughout college, and now that you’ve graduated, you’ve moved into a better apartment, together. There’s something about Jungkook that immediately puts you at ease – it’s almost as though any and all tension just melts out of your bones when you’re around him. It doesn’t feel weird to open up to him. When you’d broken up with your ex, you��d turned to Jungkook to console you. When Jungkook had told his parents he was going to take his art degree and become a tattoo artist, they had threatened to disown him. And you’d taken care of him, letting him be mad and angry and sad as he paced the narrow space of your college flat. There’s an unspoken agreement between the both of you; it’s always you and him, together, against the world. It’s been this way for years, and despite your highly annoying and always-present crush on him, you can’t deny that having him as a best friend is the cherry on top of your daily life.

“I can’t tell you how many times I’ve botched a flower arrangement because I was looking at him through the window,” you add and sigh dreamily.

“You sound like you wanna get into his pants.” He raises an eyebrow at you. You shift a little, feeling yourself blush under his stare. Jungkook wrinkles his nose and his lips turn down in disgust. “Please don’t fuck my boss, Y/N,” he says.

You can’t help the mischievous grin as you look up at him. “Can’t make any promises, baby.”

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AGE IS JUST A NUMBER; JAIL IS JUST A ROOM

“Sheng-ge! Hurry up! We’ll be late!” Jiang Cheng, mature and definitely not a little boy anymore at age 14, yelled for his cousin. “I don’t want Shufu to think my cousin is irresponsible with time!”

Mama and Father chuckled from the dining area where they were still finishing up their breakfast.

“You’re too obsessed with what Lan QiRen will think of you, baobei,” Mama said with a fond smile.

A-Cheng pouted at his mother but he went to kiss her cheek. “It’s because I want him to like me, Mama. After all, I will marry Huan-ge in the future and he’ll be my uncle-in-law.”

He ignored Father’s choking sounds and ran to the bottom of the stairs when he heard Jiang WuSheng, his older cousin, running down. “Gods! Finally!”

“Sorry! I wanted to look presentable to your friends coz I know how special they are to you. I didn’t want to look like a slob.” Jiang WuSheng, at fifteen years old, was already almost 6 feet tall with broad shoulders and a slim waist. His dark hair was a little messy but that was a normal style for teenage boys nowadays so it was okay.

A-Cheng stepped back and looked at his cousin up and down. Yes, Sheng-ge was as handsome as any boy-next-door type of idol whose face and physique made A-Cheng envious but with how the older boy carried himself, it was a waste. He wore a very simple white t-shirt under a black-gray-and-white plaid polo, paired with black jeans, and white sneakers.

“Straighten your back, Sheng-ge. Do not slouch,” the younger boy ordered before fixing WuSheng’s collar. “Okay, we’re ready to go.”

“A-yi, Shushu, we’re going,” WuSheng waved at the couple.

“Mama, Father, we’re off!”

The teens walked out of the Jiang mansion and got into the awaiting car.

“Gege, just drop us off at the gates. Sheng-ge and I will walk to the Lan house,” A-Cheng told the driver who chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course, Young Master.”

The spring morning sun shone over their young faces as they leaned back and let the slow car ride to the gates about 5 miles away from the house give them time to have their final touches on themselves.

A-Cheng put some hand cream onto his pal and handed it to Sheng-ge. “Have some.”

Sheng-ge looked at the small bottle of hand cream and inspected it. It was lotus-scented and smooth to the hand. “Is this why your hand is so soft and fragrant?”

“Yes,” A-Cheng accepted the bottle back and put it in the pocket of his sling bag.

“When did you start caring about your hands? The last time we saw each other, you refused to even wash them before dinner,” the older teen teased which earned him a glare from the younger boy.

“I was 4, Sheng-ge. Stop teasing already.”

The two of them got out of the car and thanked the driver before walking down the street toward the Lan mansion which was a couple of estates down.

Gentle breeze teased their hair, especially A-Cheng’s which was pulled back in a ponytail with two braids on each side of his face. Ice was slowly thawing and in replacement to it were the evergreens that had waited for months and months before they came out for this year.

The birds that wanted to escape the cold were slowly returning with the promise of better days to come. In Jiang Cheng’s mind, better days will come indeed.

—xxx—

Jiang WuSheng was sent to his uncle and aunt in the city for his continuing education. As much as his parents wanted to raise him and be with him all his life, they knew that they could not leave their life in the country. At least, they knew that Yu ZiYuan will be a good role model for Jiang WuSheng even if Jiang FengMian was a disappointment to the whole clan. And it would be good for A-Sheng to hang out with A-Cheng and A-Li so he will know how kids around his age act and think. Enough was enough with him being an old soul.

Now, here he was, Jiang WuSheng, fifteen years of age, the only son of a couple who has a vast area of land in the country, the future right-hand man of Jiang Cheng, courtesy name Jiang Wanyin, staring shamelessly at a middle-aged man whose beauty was like no other.

A-Cheng’s elbow to his rib forcefully pulled Jiang WuSheng from all the inappropriate thoughts he just had about the said middle-aged man such as bending him over the table to his right or pinning him against the wall or–

“I am Lan QiRen, A-Huan and A-Zhan’s uncle.” Was it really possible for a man to have such a musical and calm voice? Was it possible for a man to have such a soft but powerful hand? Was it really possible for the man to become even more beautiful the longer Jiang WuSheng stared at him?

“Please marry me,” A-Sheng heard himself say.

The man’s eyes widened a little before he frowned and pulled his hand away from A-Sheng. Wait, no! Don’t pull your hand away! He wanted to say but heck, his mind was a mess.

“You’re too young to be thinking of marriage, young man,” the man–Lan Qiren… Ren-ge–told A-Sheng. Wait, he didn’t say A-Sheng’s name.

“J-Jiang WuSheng”! A-Sheng blurted out, his voice exploding in the living room of the huge and pristine house they were in. “My name… it’s… it’s Jiang WuSheng. Y-you can call me A-Sheng, Ren-gege.”

“WHO THE FUCK IS YOUR GEGE?” A-Cheng’s voice snapped at A-Sheng and he looked at his cousin whose purplish eyes were now dark with mortification and shock. Even his cheeks were turning beet red.

Lan QiRen’s face had turned a pretty shade of pink and A-Sheng had somehow managed to pull a burst of soft laughter from the older man.

At least A-Huan was pretty chill about the situation. A-Zhan didn’t seem to care as long as Wei Ying was leaning against him while giggling like the lunatic that he was.

“Young man, I am old enough to be your father. You might as well find someone your age. Aside from that, if I marry you, I’ll be thrown into jail,” there was fondness in his tone and he patted A-Sheng’s head. “I’d like to keep myself out of jail as much as possible.”

A-Sheng raised a brow. “If you’re old enough to be my father, then should I call you Daddy?”

—xxx—

“WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?” They were barely inside the house when A-Cheng started tearing him a new one. “Flirting with Shufu? Really, Sheng-ge??? Really???”

A-Sheng opened his mouth to reply but no words came so he shrugged.

Wei Ying’s laughter was really not helping.

“And you insinuating that you should call him ‘Daddy’? Are you kidding me???”

Now that made A-Sheng feel a stab of sheepishness in his chest. He wasn’t sorry though. “To be fair, he’s a very handsome man and I wouldn’t think twice if he ever had a thought of having his way on me.”

“Jiang WuSheng!” A-Cheng’s voice snapped so hard and so loudly that A-Sheng had no choice but to flinch and take a couple of steps away from his cousin in case A-Cheng decided to throw a punch.

“What’s going on here?” Madam Yu asked, her eyes jumping from her angry son to dying-of-laughter Wei Ying who was in a fetal position on the couch while hugging his belly, and finally to Jiang WuSheng.

Wei Ying was obviously useless at this point as he was laughing so much he could barely breathe and A-Cheng was so angry that he was seething.

Okay then. It looked like A-Sheng needed to explain.

He cleared his throat and looked at Madam Yu. “I…” he started before clearing his throat one more time. “I am in love with Lan Qiren.”

Madam Yu’s purplish eyes grew as big as saucers at that. “Lan… Lan Qiren? The uncle?”

“Yes, A-Yi,” A-Sheng nodded with a smile.

“Are you sure? Do you mean Lan Huan or Lan Zhan?” Madam Yu sat down on the couch adjacent to the one where A-Ying was currently gasping for air. She crossed her legs and put her joined hands over her knees, giving her that ethereal and royal look even when she was already wearing her pajamas.

“I’m sure, A-Yi. Lan QiRen as in Lan Huan and Lan Zhan’s handsome, elegant, and wonderful uncle.” He smiled at his aunt proudly. “I’d love to wife him up and keep him filled with my–”

“AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!” A-Cheng screamed while covering his ears and running around like he was a demon being sprayed with holy water or maybe a banshee. Maybe both. “RELEASE ME FROM THIS FUCKING MISERY! JUST SHOOT ME! STRIKE ME WITH LIGHTNING! I CANNOT LIVE WITH THIS SHAME ON MY BACK!”

Madam Yu had to massage her temples at the chaos in front of her–one teen is probably having an asthma attack based on the wheezes coming out of him, another screaming like a banshee, and the last grinning like a fucking idiot because he fell in love at first sight.

She manhandled A-Ying to a sitting position and pulled A-Cheng to sit down beside A-Ying. “And you,” she pointed at the oldest boy of the three. “Sit down, keep your mouth shut, and no more dirty talk about Lan QiRen.”

“But A-Yi… how could I not when he’s got the face that would be perfect to look at when he’s begging and crying and–”

He deserved the karate chop to his head from Madam Yu. He really deserved it. He knew he did but he couldn’t help but laugh because his heart felt so full. His fifteen-year-old heart was overwhelmingly huge that he couldn’t think of a way to express all his emotions.

“I’ve already planned our wedding. A-Yi, I want you to be a witness to the exchange of our love and our rings. He shall be my wife in the future.”

Madam Yu just groaned and shook her head.

—xxx—

Cangse Sangren’s laughter was very much like her son’s when Yu ZiYuan shared the story with her and Wei Changze. Same tone, same wheeze, same sound, same pitch. Her head was thrown back as her voice became the music that filled the Wei House Kitchen. Her husband kept his hand on her shoulder to keep her from flipping her chair back.

“I’m dying,” the woman claimed while wiping her tears of laughter. She finally straightened her posture and looked at QiRen’s red face. “So you’ve been flirted with by a minor, huh? I’m sure jail is already waving at you at this point.”

“You and your son are so much alike,” QiRen mumbled, his cheeks burning from embarrassment. How dare that boy flirt with him so openly in front of his nephews? Besides, he hasn’t been here for a long time and he was already stirring the pot of drama? Such a troublemaker. As if Lan QiRen would ever commit the sin of loving a minor.

“Don’t worry, Ren-di,” Cangse Sangren assured him. “Age is just a number.”

“And jail is just a room,” Wei Changze responded before patting QiRen’s hunched shoulders.

Yu ZiYuan simply sipped her tea at all the drama going on with her friends. She was tired of it. Just last night, she had to make sure that A-Cheng would not strangle A-Sheng in his sleep because A-Cheng was so distraught that he just wanted to erase A-Sheng’s existence entirely.

Of course, Jiang FengMian was of no help in keeping the drama at bay. If anything, the bastard was an addition to the drama because the moment he saw A-Ying, he proceeded to gush over his best friend’s son as if his own son was not there.

“He’s only 15!” QiRen mumbled while staring at his tea. “I’m 35. Why would he want to ‘wife’ me up, huh? Is this a new kink or something among teenagers?”

Yuan, SangRen, and ChangZe all looked at QiRen with knowing smiles.

“What?” QiRen asked, his brows furrowed and meeting just above his nose line.

“Well…” SangRen nudged her husband and then nodded toward QiRen. “You can tell him.”

Changze chuckled before raising and then dropping his shoulders nonchalantly. “To be honest, Ren-di, you really are wife material. I wouldn’t be surprised if A-Sheng is not the only one having fantasies about you. You’re beautiful plus your mysterious aura pulls at people more than you know it does.”

Confusion overcame Qiren from the inside out. “Huh? Mysterious aura? What are you on about?”

His friends simply shrugged and shook their heads before sipping their tea, not answering his questions at all.

—xxx—

“For the love of all the gods and goddesses out there, Sheng-ge,” A-Cheng grumbled, “behave. I don’t want a repeat of what happened the first time you met Shufu. Don’t make him feel uncomfortable.”

A-Sheng just sighed and nodded. “Yes, A-Cheng. I understand.”

The meeting was tame compared to the first time. A-Sheng just followed Lan QiRen with his gaze without saying anything other than the greeting (again, it was tamer than the last time).

The whole time the boys were hanging out, A-Sheng thought deeply. He thought about his age and Ren-ge’s age. Yes, legally, Ren-ge might get in trouble if he had a relationship with a minor. And A-Sheng is definitely minor.

A-Sheng didn’t want Ren-ge to get in trouble and he wanted to prove to everyone that the feelings he had were not fleeting. He loved Ren-ge. He fell in love at first sight.

“Ren-gege, I will not be coming back here until I turn 18. Until then, please wait for me,” he explained before he and A-Cheng could leave the Lan mansion. “I’ll be sure to grow up well and properly so you will be proud to be pursued by me.”

—xxx—

Lan QiRen watched the boys walk away from the house, A-Sheng’s words echoing in his mind. Hmm… It’s good to have some peace of mind if the boy will not be coming back. For sure, he would fall in love with somebody else within the next three years. Surely, he would forget about old Lan QiRen and have a blast collecting people’s hearts and maybe breaking them in the process.

That was what QiRen thought that night before pushing the memory of a teenage boy who was a little bit off in the head out of his mind. So why the hell was the boy at his front porch in the middle of the goddamn night almost three years after the last time he was there?

“Ren-gege, I am Jiang WuSheng,” the boy–no… he was a man now–had grown even taller and broader in the past years. And his voice had become so sultry that QiRen could not help but shiver and it was not because of the cold.

QiRen took in the man in front of him with his eyes. A-Sheng’s formerly short and black hair was now long with its tips dyed with silver. The older man even itched to push a strand of hair behind A-Sheng’s ear but he was glued on the spot.

A-Sheng was dressed up in expensive clothes from head to toe too. He had a golden hoop on his left earlobe, a Rolex Submariner, and hand-stitched leather shoes that went very beautifully with his dark blue suit-and-tie get-up.

“I just turned 18. I’m legal now! I’ll court you from now on.” The boy grinned at the older man, his greyish eyes shining from the lights over their heads.

QiRen barely had enough time to process everything when a bouquet of flowers and a box of expensive chocolates were put in his arms.

“I’m sorry for waking you up, Ren-gege. I just couldn’t wait to see your beautiful face. Anyway, I’ll get going now. I still have work.” A-Sheng waved at Lan QiRen before running toward the gates.

—xxx—

“He did what?” Yu ZiYuan asked during a weekly meeting with his friends.

“He showed up a few minutes after midnight at the house to drop a bouquet of flowers and some chocolates and said that it was his birthday,” QiRen said while staring at his tea once more. “I thought he’d totally forget about me after all these years.”

ZiYuan leaned back on her chair and crossed her arms over her chest. “Well… at some point, he stopped talking about you so I thought he moved on from you too.”

“See?” QiRen pointed at ZiYuan. “Besides, what kind of 18-year-old boy could afford Rolex Submariner or something?”

“Well, his parents are well off plus he works a lot.”

“You let your minor ward work?” QiRen frowned at that. He couldn’t have let his nephews work if he could help it. Especially when their parents and the clan itself were more than rich enough to send both boys to private schools without many financial difficulties.

“Don’t judge me, you ass,” ZiYuan rolled her eyes at him. “He got permission from his parents that he could work as much as he wanted as long as he managed to keep his grades up.” She shrugged. “He hasn’t disappointed them or me for that matter.”

—xxx—

“Good morning, Ren-gege,” A-Sheng greeted and handed QiRen a box of donuts. He had been waiting at the gates since five in the morning to meet the older man before he went to university.

“Good morning, A-Sheng. I told you, you didn’t have to do this. I can cook breakfast just fine,” the older man told the kid gently.

The young man only smiled. “I just like seeing you every morning, Ren-gege. I’ll have to go too. I have classes. Bye, Ren-gege!”

Just like that, QiRen’s mornings were filled with A-Sheng welcoming him with donuts that he barely ate but nonetheless opened because of the cute messages in the boxes. Today, it wrote in a legible scribble: You’re as beautiful as the day I met you. I hope you’ll have a great day today. - JWS

“Silly boy,” QiRen mumbled but his heart was tickled.

—xxx—

A-Sheng ran to the Lan gates and was about to sit on the sidewalk like always when he heard the gates open. The guard (the same one who let him enter that fateful night of his birthday) looked at him.

“Good morning, gege,” he bowed to the older man respectfully.

“Good morning, Young Master. Master QiRen wants you to come in.”

WuSheng blinked at that. That would be a first. He blinked a couple more times before he gave the other box of donuts to the older man. “This is for you, gege. And please call me A-Sheng.”

“If that’s what you wish, A-Sheng,” the guard let the boy in and watched him walk up to the mansion.

A-Sheng’s eyes took in the view of the mansion that the love of his life lived in. He needed to save more money to buy a house as grand as this one. He couldn’t possibly let his love downgrade when they start dating.

This mansion had those towers and turrets, the mansion in his mind should have skylights that would show his beloved the beauty of the sky no matter what weather they were experiencing. Maybe he should look for an area over a hill so it could look over the city. Yeah, something like that. Something good enough for his beloved Lan QiRen.

“Daydreaming much, A-Sheng?” A-Huan teased the younger man from the front door. He was ready for university with his blue hoodie and white trousers paired with white shoes.

“Yeah, daydreaming of a house I should buy for your uncle when he marries me,” A-Sheng replied unabashedly, grinning when Lan Huan, courtesy name Lan XiChen chuckled. “I cannot let him downgrade after all.”

XiChen just nodded and patted A-Sheng’s shoulder. “Best of luck, A-Sheng. I’ll get going now, I still have to pick up A-Cheng and drop him off at school.”

“You’re definitely whipped by my cousin.”

“You’re one to talk when you’ve been whipped by my uncle even before you could speak your name to him.”

The two young men chuckled as they walked in opposite directions.

“Good morning, A-Sheng. Have a seat and let’s eat breakfast.” It was a welcome that had A-Sheng’s heart stammering like crazy in his chest. Oh, this was a life that he’d love to have for the rest of his days. “Would you like coffee, hot chocolate, or milk?”

The younger man sat on the kitchen counter and put his box of donuts down before clearing his throat. “G-good morning, Ren-gege. Hot chocolate, please. How was your sleep?” He stared at the older man who was clad in a white long-sleeved button-down shirt with a light blue vest over it. His trousers were black and stiff as a board.

QiRen’s hair was neatly tied back with a white ribbon with patterns of clouds on it. It would be a lie if WuSheng said he didn’t imagine tying QiRen up with it.

“It was great. I managed to get eight hours of sleep so I feel rested,” the older man served a plate full of eggs, sausages, two pieces of pancakes, a slice of bread on it, and a mug of steaming hot chocolate. “How about yours?”

“I went to sleep at three in the morning and woke up before five in the morning for my morning run,” A-Sheng replied. “Thank you for the delicious breakfast, Ren-gege. I appreciate it a lot.”

“Having so little sleep at night is not healthy,” QiRen scolded as he took a seat across from the younger man. “You should be sleeping eight hours a night.”

A-Sheng smiled sheepishly at that. “I nap in the afternoon, Ren-gege, before I go to work.”

QiRen sighed and nodded at A-Sheng’s food. “Eat and recharge before you go to school.”

“Thank you for the food, Ren-gege.”

Their daily breakfast brought the two men closer to each other. Their stories that started from school and work topics slowly moved to more personal ones. They talked about astronomy, the world, their friends, and their hobbies.

Soon enough, these breakfasts became an integral part of their daily lives.

—xxx—

It took Jiang WuSheng three years to finally make Lan QiRen go on a date with him. Three long years that he hadn’t felt because of all the daily breakfasts with the older man.

“A-Cheeeeeng!!! I need to look good for my date!” Jiang WuSheng, twenty-one years of age, panicked at the prospect of not looking good enough for his first real date with Lan QiRen.

“For the love of all the gods and goddesses, Sheng-ge! I told you already! You look good in anything! You’re literally an effin’ model!” A-Cheng yelled at his cousin who was still pacing in Jiang Cheng’s room. “If you don’t get out of my room within three seconds, I will break your legs and THEN you won’t be able to have your date with Shufu. That way, he would not see how UGLY you look right now. There, problem solved!”

A-Sheng knew when A-Cheng was at the end of his wits so as a last resort of pissing his cousin off, he grabbed A-Cheng’s face and kissed his cheek before running out of the bedroom with a laugh.

“Bastard!”

—xxx—

WuSheng pulled the chair out for QiRen and offered to take the bouquet of flowers from the older man. “I heard from XiChen-ge and Wangji-di that you like it here so…” He sat down and fidgeted as he waited for QiRen’s reaction.

“Why are you nervous?” QiRen asked, a small smile adorning his pinkish face. “It’s not our first time eating together.”

“But it’s our first time eating out and going on a date,” WuSheng pointed out with a small and delighted smile. “This is the most amazing night of my life!”

“River?”

Jiang WuSheng’s smile slowly dimmed as his face went pale when an older man walked to their table. He looked at CEO Yao and prayed that a bolt of lightning might strike him. “CEO Yao, it’s nice to see you here.” He plastered his customer service smile and wished that the man would leave them alone.

CEO Yao, short, chubby, and quite snotty looked at Lan QiRen and raised a brow. “I didn’t know that the Grandmaster of Cloud Recesses would be the one to–”

“CEO Yao, we signed contracts, remember?” A-Sheng’s hand fisted on the table and both older men’s eyes landed on his fist.

“A-Sheng…” QiRen reached forward and covered A-Sheng’s fist with his hand. “Calm down…”

CEO Yao only smirked at A-Sheng. “What, your boyfriend doesn’t know what you do for a living? He doesn’t know how crazy you could go for money?” His tongue slid over his lips while staring at WuSheng up and down like a hungry predator.

“Do tell me,” QiRen’s voice was calm but his hand tightened around WuSheng’s fist. “Tell me what he does for money.”

CEO Yao’s smirk dimmed and so did his attitude but he huffed and leaned forward, pressing his palms on their table so he could be face-to-face with QiRen. “With the right amount of money, he would go rough on you and fuck you like you’re the most beautiful person he knows. He would let you dominate him, edge him, and even fuck him if you’re in the mood for it. But you see… his thick dick is the best for riding. Especially when he’s blindfolded because he turns into such a stallion.”

QiRen smirked at that. “Oh, is that so? I’ll keep that in mind. Now, will that be all? I hope a client like you will NOT disturb his date with his boyfriend ever again. Basic etiquette, don’t you think?”

CEO Yao flinched at that like he was given a backhand to the face.

“Oh, and don’t worry,” QiRen continued as he turned to face WuSheng while rubbing the younger man’s fist with his thumb. “I’ll have him do everything you told me about. I bet he’ll rearrange my guts like a champ then.”

WuSheng choked on air and CEO Yao walked away from them with a face that could compete against the stop light.

“Hmmm… He finally left,” QiRen mumbled, his thumb still rubbing against WuSheng’s fist. “Relax now, A-Sheng.”

“Y-you… you s-said… you said… that…” WuSheng was pretty sure that he was a blushing mess at this point but he didn’t care. He had to confirm what he had heard. “You said…”

“Yes, I’m your boyfriend and yes, I want you to rearrange my guts.”

—xxx—

Did Jiang WuSheng expect that he and Lan QiRen would end up in QiRen’s overly white and clean bedroom at the end of the night? Did he think that he would have a chance for sex when all that he was expecting was a kiss on the cheek or maybe (if he was lucky) on the lips? No. But here he was, removing his clothes so he could have a shower before he could rearrange Lan QiRen’s guts.

May the gods and goddesses help him.

—xxx—

Did Lan QiRen plan on sleeping with Jiang WuSheng after their date tonight? Did he expect that they’d end up naked on his bed with the young man cracking his back like a damn lightstick? Yes. Definitely. Wasn’t that the reason why he had a plug inside him right now?

That damn client (no… former client now because Jiang WuSheng had immediately called his company about CEO Yao’s breach of contract. That man will be banned by A-Sheng’s company. Good riddance) actually helped QiRen form his courage even more. Without him, there might have been a chance that QiRen would have changed his mind. But now, he didn’t.

He didn’t want to change his mind. He wanted Jiang WuSheng to nail him and make him feel alive. Wasn’t this the reason why he had been preparing himself with various toys so their first time would not be as painful as his researchers claimed?

This was his time to shine. No time to overthink. No time to be anxious. He wanted Jiang WuSheng and he’ll–

His mind was short-circuited when Jiang WuSheng came out of the bathroom with only a white towel covering his private parts. How can anyone look so fucking delicious? Tall physique, broad chest, abs that promise good core strength, and huge hands that would hold QiRen down while he was being overpowered.

“Ren-gege…” WuSheng took a couple of steps toward the older man and knelt in front of QiRen. “Are you sure about this? I… I can wait.”

QiRen smirked at that and placed his right foot over WuSheng’s lap, teasing the younger man’s covered crotch with his foot. WuSheng’s whimper made QiRen even more playful. “Are you sure you can wait?”

The younger man pressed his forehead against QiRen’s knee while his hands grabbed that naughty leg lightly. “Ren-gege… such a tease…”

“Just come and fuck me, WuSheng.” It wasn’t a request. It was an order.

“I don’t want to fuck you, Ren-gege,” WuSheng replied as he gently pushed the older man onto the soft bed. “I want to make love to you.”

—xxx—

Their lips joined and followed a dance that they’d never tried together before. It was soft and tentative at first but soon, the fire ignited and the heat took no time to spread all over their bodies.

WuSheng’s hands became curious as they traced QiRen’s body slowly but surely. One by one, QiRen’s clothing revealed a body taken care of by eating healthy and exercising. It wasn’t as muscular as WuSheng’s but it was firm and strong.

And it deserved to be loved and worshipped.

Something glimmering caught WuSheng’s eyes while he was pulling QiRen’s boxers down and his eyes grew big as he realized what it was between QiRen’s buttcheeks. He looked up at the older man and chuckled at how red QiRen had become.

“Were you preparing for me?” he asked, already breathless from holding back.

“Y-yes… yes…” QiRen replied before pulling the younger man over his body once more for some more kissing. “Kiss me… Kiss me while you enter me, WuSheng.”

And that was exactly what WuSheng did. He parted QiRen’s legs while their lips joined and sucked. His movements were precise in pulling out that cold toy from QiRen’s tightness and putting a condom around himself. All these before he pushed into that deliciously warm and tight hole.

His grunt mingled with QiRen’s gasp and moan. “Ren-gege… so tight…”

QiRen moaned against their joined lips before pulling back and whispering, “you’re just so thick…” And he was right. Of course, WuSheng’s length was good but his thickness? It was almost enough to make QiRen come. “Y-you’re… you’re opening me so wide.”

Years of holding back had WuSheng kissing those deliciously soft lips as he pushed his whole length inside his… boyfriend. Lan QiRen was now his boyfriend. Wasn’t that such an adventure? Once he was sure that the older man was used to his size, he let out the power of his hips.

He knelt back and pulled QiRen towards his pelvis, making the older man arch up his back. And the thrusting began. Slow, hard thrusts filled the room with the sound of their skin slapping and the protest of the bed under them.

His eyes took in the view in front of him.

Lan QiRen was pinkish from his chest up to the roots of his hair. His nipples were twitching and swollen from all the sucking and pinching WuSheng did to them. His cock continuously dripped creamy cum that pooled onto his flat but hickey-filled stomach. His chest heaved up and down from the effort of it all.

“What’s your color?” WuSheng asked, slowing down even more.

The older man frowned at the question and looked at WuSheng. “What do you mean?”

“Uhm… you know… green-yellow-red?”

QiRen seemed to think about it. Then he looked back at WuSheng. “Is there a color for FASTER?”

WuSheng let out a breath of laughter before pinning the older man down with his whole weight. “If you want faster, I’ll give you faster,” he whispered and that was exactly what he did.

—xxx—

QiRen threw his head back from the pleasure of getting impaled with a thick cock from below. Thank God for the squats he continued to do every night because, without those, his knees would have given out from under him.

That bastard CEO Yao was correct when he said WuSheng was a stallion.

QiRen had been bouncing for only the gods know how long and WuSheng was not showing any sign of stopping in the near future. He could already feel WuSheng’s cum sloshing inside him. So much. Too much cum. Gods… Was the kid a faucet or something?

“Eyes on me, love,” WuSheng demanded and pulled QiRen’s face closer to his. “Eyes on me.”

QiRen could only nod and fall over that strong chest as he let the younger man continue having his way with his old body.

—xxx—

“We didn’t get to try using toys,” QiRen mumbled the next morning while WuSheng was still half asleep. “I want to try toys.”

WuSheng mumbled. “We’ll try them all next time. One at a time, love.”

QiRen looked at the young man’s face and huffed. But he leaned down and kissed those swollen lips. “You’re lucky I love you or else I’d keep you here as my fuck toy.”

“If you really loved me, you’d keep me here as your fucktoy,” WuSheng responded with a grin.

BONUS: A Gift to Odette who always supports me. Odette, I hope you like this as much as you liked the other one.

QiRen heard the shuffling in his bedroom but he didn’t move from the bed and continued to pretend he was asleep. What followed was the sound of the shower. He knew his young lover would be tired from his university work. Even after WuSheng retired from his job, he still had very little time to rest because of the demands of his university.

A couple of minutes pass by and the bed creak under the additional 200 pounds on it. Soon, QiRen was wrapped in strong and muscular arms, his nape fanned with the warm breath, and his ass getting probed by a stiff cock.

He chuckled and turned around to face his lover who was wearing his birthday suit. “Hi, love…”

“I’m sorry to wake you, love,” WuSheng mumbled, his lips already pressing against QiRen’s.

The older man’s hand cupped the hard member between them and smiled when WuSheng’s body trembled at the contact. “Would you like to be inside me or would you like me to be inside you?”

WuSheng laughed weakly at that but he kept mouthing at QiRen’s neck. “You inside me, please. But I might pass out so…”

“I’ll take care of it, baby…”

And that’s what he did. He got over his oversized puppy boyfriend and rained kisses all over WuSheng’s sleepy face before moving to that thick neck, reveling at the feeling of WuSheng’s shivers and hearing his moans.

QiRen captured a nipple and sucked on it, played it with the tip of his tongue, and finally nipped at it. The arch of WuSheng’s body pushed him to do more. Hallelujah for WuSheng’s huge and honest body.

His hands and mouth worked full time to please his tired lover until he got to WuSheng’s cock which got cat licks and little kisses that made WuSheng whimper.

“R-Ren-gege… please…”

“Okay, love… Sorry…” The older man spread WuSheng’s thighs apart and smiled at how WuSheng’s hole glistened and clenched at nothing. “Did you prepare yourself for me?”

“Yes… I want you… Now… Please…”

QiRen hovered over the younger man and kisses his eyelids one by one. “My hardworking boyfriend…” One finger in and WuSheng was gasping.

QiRen found that little hole gripping his finger greedily. “You’re so eager, A-Sheng.”

Tears threatened to fall from WuSheng’s eyes as he looked up at QiRen pleadingly. “I need you… Gege… please… fuck me… Fuck me til I pass out. Fuck me even while I’m asleep. Please?”

QiRen may be strict but he was never strict with his lover. So he captured WuSheng’s lips, pulled his finger out, and pushed his length in, groaning at the tightness that sucked him in.

WuSheng whimpered but he held onto his lover tightly. Soon enough, he was moving his hips on his own accord, chasing his own pleasure like crazy.

Their breaths mingled as their bodies moved in sync. Their lips would meet and join every couple of thrusts and with every deep thrust, WuSheng would dig his nails into QiRen’s shoulders.

Soon, their movements lost their sync. WuSheng stopped moving and QiRen pulled WuSheng’s muscular legs over his shoulders (thank the creators for the Lan strength) and thrust as hard as he could.

“R-Ren… Ren-gege… A-almost!”

“It's okay, baby. Go ahead. I’ll take care of you.”

A couple more thrusts in and WuSheng was spilling his seed all over his torso but QiRen continued his movements. Even when WuSheng had fallen asleep, QiRen continued to chase his own pleasure until he too, spilled his seed deep inside his lover.

QiRen woke up panting and moaning, his left leg lifted and his ass filled with WuSheng’s overly excitable cock. “M-morning… Good morning…”

“Good morning, love,” WuSheng pulled QiRen’s head back and mouthed at his neck and jaw while still snapping his hips like crazy. “I’m well rested now.” “I… I can see… t-that! Ah!”

[it-begins-with-rain]

TV Recommendation: Handsome Siblings // The Legendary Siblings

**On Netflix

Eighteen years ago, in a lawless no-man’s land known as the Villain’s Valley, something unexpected appeared.

A famous hero with a newborn baby.

After the hero was dealt with, the Ten Great Villains- legendary for their darkness and cruelty- were left with just the newborn. Rather than kill (or eat) the child, the Ten Great Villains decided to raise the boy, named Xiao Yu, as their heir. Into Xiao Yu they poured all of their dark crafts, malice, and cruelty before unleashing him upon the world.

Well... by “unleashing” they mean more like convincing him to get the hell out so he’d stop playing nasty little pranks on them and just generally causing mischief.

At the same time Xiao Yu is sent to go bother someone else terrorize humanity, a handsome young hero named Hua Wu Que also enters the picture. The only male disciple of the mighty Yi Hua Palace, Hua Wu Que was raised specifically to counter the evil of Xiao Yu.

Wu Que’s mission is simple: Find the despicable Jiang Xiao Yu and kill him at any cost. Yi Hua Palace raised him for this mission, trained him for it, and made sure he damn well understood that for the cruel and wicked Xiao Yu there could be NO exception.

As the two journey in the world, they cross paths time and again. But one always has the upper hand on the other, and Xiao Yu slips through Hua Wu Que’s clutches over and over again until the two... actually become friends.

But Yi Hua Palace is unrelenting in their demand, Hua Wu Que MUST kill Xiao Yu.

As the two become the very definition of best-frienemies, they must figure out why Yi Hua Palace wants Hua Wu Que to kill Xiao Yu so badly. Why was Wu Que raised to destroy the evil that is Xiao Yu- if Xiao Yu himself has never harmed anyone and at best is a little mischevious?

The missing piece of the puzzle is held by Yi Hua Palace’s mistresses and them alone:

Xiao Yu and Hua Wu Que are (fraternal) twin brothers. Sons of the mighty hero Jiang Feng who, along with his young wife Hua Yue Na, were slaughtered as punishment by Yi Hua Palace. Jiang Feng defied the Palace leader by refusing to return her affections and instead falling in love with a lowly Palace maid.

The leader of Yi Hua Palace brutally killed Hua Yue Na, Jiang Feng killed himself out of grief, and so she concocted this scheme to ensure the doomed couple could never rest in peace.

Force Hua Wu Que to kill his brother Xiao Yu, reveal the truth to the survivor, and watch him be driven mad by grief and regret.

But will their shared blood bring the brothers together and reveal the darkness of the past? Or will they be forced to act out Yi Hua Palace’s twisted revenge?

TW: The B-Storyline contains multiple instances of on-camera attempted sexual assault as well as off-camera sexual assault.

[aline-the-cat]

WangXian personality swap

So I was watching this and the idea was born! It goes like this:

Wei Ying's parents die when he is 4, and the hotel where his parents left him charged him with labor, treating him like a servant until they eventually kicked him out a year later, he still spends 4 years on the street, earning food and the occasional roof over his head working for a lot of different people. He learns to be meek and quiet to avoid beatings; when Sect Leader Jiang finds him when he is 9 yo, he keeps his low profile and servitude under Madam Yu's watchful eyes, who doesn't want to have anything to do with the brat until she sees Wei Ying protect Jiang Cheng from a rabid dog, despite the small kid shaking in fear, from then on, the Matriarch takes Wei Wuxian under her wing, personally training him

On the other side, in Gusu, Lan Wangji suffers his mother's absence, but while he normally is a shy, introverted type of child, he now remembers the last words of his mother to him "A-Zhan looks so cute when he smiles, your smile is like gentle moonlight in a dark sky, won't A-Zhan keep smiling for mother?". A few months after little Lan Zhan understood that his mother wasn't opening the doors ever again, he cried on his brother's arms, telling him between sobs how much he wanted to be the smiling child his mother wanted him to be, Lan Huan promised himself to help his little brother in anything he needed, even in this

So Wei Wuxian grows with his mother's talent and strength and his father's personality and looks. Under Madam Yu's training he flourishes as the perfect bodyguard for the sect heirs, he raises as head disciple and no one bats an eye, because is the perfect position for him to take his place as Jiang Cheng's right hand man when the times comes, he is serious and seemingly cold with his silver eyes that glare the other disciples to perfect behavior when the leaders are near. But everyone in Lotus Pier know that he still has a soft spot for the younger juniors and that both Jiang kids are fiercely protective of their brother, being that many people used to bullied him, feared him or pushed him aside for his stern looks and position in the sect

While Lan Wangji could never be someone one would call 'extroverted', he grows up to be considerably friendlier than when he was younger. His uncle still points him as head disciplinarian, and with this responsibility he takes care of not only reinforce the disciplines, but also to explain why they are necessary and to ensure that every punishment is fair

They both met the first night of the lectures, when one Jiang disciple gets caught after curfew, Wei Wuxian almost sighs and glares at him, as the head disciple, is his duty to ensure all his shidis are behaving correctly as their standing requires and that they don't cause troubles. He grabs the disciple by the neck of his robe (he is not fond of human contact after his years in the street) and makes him and he himself bow to the Lan disciple who caught his shidi climbing the roofs after hours. When he raises with an apology in his mouth he has to stop for a moment, because in front of him is the most beautiful person he has ever seen, with a soft smile that shines beautifully like the full moon in the sky, with golden eyes that speak of amusement more than annoyance for the obvious rule breaking; Wei Wuxian feels his heart melt a little when those gorgeous eyes look at him with open curiosity

Lan Wangji is curious, he has heard stories about the impressive, cold head disciple of the Jiang Sect, but he never thought the guy could be so handsome! clean features, silky head, beautiful silver eyes and elegant poise, besides, over the weeks he also shows to be a dedicated student, and excellent mentor to his sect siblings, ugh, a person can't be this perfect but also this cold!, Lan Wangji despairs.

[onyx232323]

An Adeptus' Last Wish- Zhongchi fic

(7/30)

More chapters here!<33

Summary-

After the Gnosis incident, Childe decides to take a much-needed break away from Zhongli.

However, how was he supposed to react, when all of a sudden Lumine showed up outside his apartment sounding terribly mortified, "Childe......Zhongli.......Zhongli....is in grave danger."

Of course, he was going to do anything to help the dying man.

Sure, he still felt a lot of contempt for him, after what he did, but his heart still loved him.....

But, what he hadn't expected was the sudden wisp of golden light that somehow transported him during the times of the Archon War?!

What the FUCK?!

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Chapter 7: Yearning Hearts, Confused Feelings Pt.1

After that whole debacle, it was decided that each of them would take turns taking care of A-Yu….which really meant that Ajax and poor Sky Bracer. Who seemed genuinely eager to help Ajax out; following instructions to perfection. And damn if he did all of those tasks with the grace of a prince, even with drool all over him from A-Yufalling asleep in his arms. 

Ajax had teased him for that, earning him a flushed Sky Bracer; a nice blush spread over his face, making him look twice as handsome. Causing Ajax’s heart to beat rapidly in his chest, he looked gorgeous. His hair loose to his shoulders, a shy smile spread over his face, his yellow eyeliner framing his bashful eyes, the warmness of his eyes, the way he sighed slightly in his hand as the teasing continued on.

He was the only adepti that even attempted to help and understand, the others quickly gave up proclaiming it to be, “Pointless and counterproductive.” 

However, they did not call it ‘pointless and counterproductive’ as they watched Ajax take care of A-Yu as if they were entranced by the spectacle in front of them, sat around the table. Their eyes all on Ajax and Sky Bracer as they were some sort of entertainment for them. 

Ajax still did not understand why they watched him taking care of A-Yu as something so whimsical; he was starting to feel as if he was accomplishing a great feat, it was terrible for his ego. 

He had never been one to admit it but he loved attention. 

Craved it even. 

Being raised in a house with 3 older siblings and 3 younger siblings meant that he did not get proper attention growing up. He was always seen as the last priority in their family, all of his other siblings got more attention and praise from his parents. He was set on the back burner since he was born. As a kid, he never got any attention from his parents even if he tried to. They would always either ignore him or send one of his older siblings to deal with him. 

He never truly got the attention and love he wanted. 

And so, when he was suddenly praised, admired, and feared; he loved it. 

He swam in the plethora of eyes on him, as if drinking in a good wine on a cool summer evening. The eyes on him felt flattering and fulfilled a sort of need, he did not know he even had; the need to be paid attention too. 

As a newly proclaimed Harbinger, he was overjoyed with the amount of eyes on him. He drank it in and swam in the crowds of eyes. 

Sometimes he wondered if it was because of his time in the Abyss that made him that eager for attention. After all, a part of himself was thrilled to be feared by someone. 

The Abyss did that to people. Drove them mad, made them monsters, made them sub-human, inhuman, beasts, you name it. 

It was an ugly pungent thing that never went away no matter how many baths you possibly had. It was an infection that never truly went away no matter how much medicine you took. He could not wash it away, and it constantly whispered things in his ear at every turn he got. Sometimes he wondered if it was a part of him or if it was a different entity altogether. 

But either way, he was satisfied with the amount of eyes on him. 

The only thing that changed his desire to watch the dreadful fear on peoples faces was Zhongli. 

He walked into Ajax’s life with so much grace and elegance, so much composure, so self-assured and serene. Like he had all the time in the world, like he had seen it all, as if he had made peace with the world itself. 

However, the only thing he wanted now more than ever was Zhongli’s eyes on him and him only.  

A sick part of himself wanted Zhongli’s eyes on him and him alone. He wanted to morph into Zhongli and be one with him, wrap himself around his entire being like a snake and be with him at all costs. 

It was a twisted corrupt feeling he felt during those tense moments with Zhongli. When he was attempting to provoke the man on their first couple of outings, when he was trying to get a reaction out of Zhongli. He wanted to see what the man would do, but, each and every time. Zhongli would just stay still and not react to anything. 

Tartaglia could have brought a knife up to his throat and he would simply look into his eyes and blink with nonchalance. It made him shiver to think about those molten eyes staring deeply into his own, a fierce flame burning behind them. 

But, he also missed the warmth of his eyes. The fondness that would permeate them whenever Ajax was around him, the way he would look at Ajax as if he meant the world to him, as if he was the only thing that mattered. As if he was the light of his life. 

It was thrilling, but nerve wracking to Ajax back then, on those tender moments shared with Zhongli on warm afternoons in Liyue spent at Wamnin. 

He shrugged those thoughts off, they would only serve to bring down his already lowered mood even more.

He hadn’t felt that egotistical since he crushed all of Pulcinella’s soldiers when he was 14, earning him a chuckle and a pat on the back from Pulcinella. That incident was what sent him all the way to the bottom of the ranks as a mere soldier, to which he quickly surpassed. And so on and so forth. 

Part of him never understood why Pulcinella sent him all the way to the bottom, since he was so obviously above their level, as narcissistic as that may sound. Whenever he was sent on missions and expeditions with his fellow soldiers, he was always the one who would immediately wipe out the enemy as if they were bugs under his shoes. Which earned him both immense respect and immense fear. 

However, another part of him understood why Pulcinella sent him down to the bottom, it was a punishment for practically killing his soldiers. He wanted to see if Childe had what it took to be a harbinger, he wanted to see if Childe had the strong passion behind his words. 

But, being 14 at the time, he thought it was unfair of him to do so, since to his defense they did say to ‘show them what he’s got’, and he did just that.

But now being in his 20’s, he understands why Pulcinella did such a thing. He could not imagine such a young kid coming at them, demanding to sign up for the Fatui, and then completely desecrating his entire army in a matter of minutes. He would feel the need to show such a prideful kid a lesson in patience and hard-work. 

He chuckled at his past memories, and focused his attention on the several adepti huddling around Sky Bracer teasing him relentlessly, laughing and having a good time drinking some more tea. Guizhong had brought a couple more teas since he had remained in Sky Bracer’s abode, since they couldn’t have A-Yu getting sicker out in the cold rain when they moved her into Ajax’s house. And besides, Ajax’s house wasn’t even properly conditioned to take care of a sick person, he didn’t have proper heaters or anything to keep in the heat in his house. 

Sky Bracer’s abode had not only a warm fireplace but a heating system Guizhong had come up with and was in the middle of testing out before she released it to her precious people. Ajax was more and more fascinated by Guizhong’s ingenuity as time passed, she was a genius of her time. Her ideas were ahead of the era they were living in, and they could have been completed if she had the right equipment and insight on how many of the machines in the future worked. 

Ajax provided the knowledge he had from the future in order to assist her, earning him a soft pat on the head and a laugh, “Am I wrong to assume that perhaps you are the real genius shidi?”  

Ajax only shook his head and smiled, “No, I am not. I am but a humble servant in your excellency's presence.” 

Guizhong laughed and smacked him lightly on the arm, “You’re just as bad as Sky Bracer with all of the formalities shidi!”  

They both laughed until Ajax’s lungs felt like they were on fire and he felt as if he was suffocating, but it felt freeing in a way, with the huge grin plastered on Guizhong’s face as well as she threw her head back in laughter. 

Ajax has never met someone so joyous and carefree in his life, he felt his heart clench with helplessness. 

Would this smile cease to exist one day?   

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Although the adepti were known for millennia as fierce warriors and protectors; those who guarded the lands of Liyue, a tale as old as time. Although they were wise, knowledgeable, otherworldly…..they were surprisingly lazy.

A notion which Ajax found to be both incredibly amusing and hopeless. Even if they swore with their whole existence that they were different from humans.

They are wrong. 

In fact, Ajax thinks they might be more human than him.

With the amount of variety of emotions and human behaviors that they do. They sure qualify as faux humans at least. But, perhaps that has something to do with how much time they were spending around mortals (begrudgingly so), and Guizhong’s insistence of understanding them and empathizing with them. 

And they had somewhat managed that; in their own unique way. 

Even if they had a large variety of emotions, they still did not know how to read the moods of others. They didn’t even know how to distinguish what they felt, when they felt it. And instead preferred to ignore it or stay in their domains until the feeling left. 

They were much more emotionally constipated than Ajax expected. 

He knew the adepti were originally born in order to serve a greater good, to be there when Celestia could not; however, they had their own feelings. Ajax was sure of that, he had seen how worried they were over A-Yu and how panicked they were to find her a cure. 

Even if they were adeptal beasts, mythical beings sent down in order to serve their people, they seemed much more human than those they were serving. 

The irony was just so hilarious for Ajax to even fathom. 

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Morax had not showed up around Ajax since the last time they had last had tea with the other adepti, when Ajax had made A-Yu vegetable soup. He had not shown up, which was confusing since he was always practically glued onto Guizhong’s side, or always around her in some way. He hadn’t shown up around dinner time. 

He had asked Guizhong about it and she only sighed and chuckled slightly, “Ah, he’s currently contemplating my words. Don’t worry about it, shidi. He’ll come around, eventually,” she winked and then she was off to talk with an annoyed Cloud Retainer who was currently attempting to open up some walnuts with her beak….and failing miserably. 

He couldn’t decipher her words either, always so cryptic when it mattered. That was just who Guizhong was, always so philosophical and cryptic whenever you would mention anything serious, hiding it behind a laugh or mysterious smile that Ajax could not place for the love of him. 

Ajax would be lying to himself if he said he wasn’t worried. 

However, even if he could admit it to himself. 

His pride got in the way and prevented him from going over to Morax’s domain and demanding to know what was wrong. He couldn’t face Morax himself, without his heart getting confused and starting to beat rapidly in his chest when he saw the man he loves. But, it wasn’t the man he loved, the man he loved was eras after this one, he was in the future but still present in the now. 

It was another confusing part, besides his jumbled emotions. 

Being apart from Morax was starting to make him feel strange, it was as if someone ripped something from himself. It felt strange, since he wasn’t particularly close to Morax, in the slightest. But, for some reason he couldn’t wrap his head around it, his heart somehow confused him with Zhongli and….it couldn’t stop feeling as if a piece of himself was torn.

It was weird, since he usually didn’t even talk with Morax all that much. He was much closer with Guizhong, Sky Bracer, and even Madam Ping (who was too busy practicing her guzheng to join them during dinner and during their gathering in Sky Bracer’s domain). 

Just why was he feeling that way about Morax? 

He looked like Zhongli and on occasion acted like him, but he isn’t the man he loves. He’s a different part of the man he loves, a past self. Another separate part of himself he did not share with Ajax during their short interactions together in Liyue. Perhaps he would have revealed that part of himself after revealing the truth to him. 

Maybe if Ajax had waited for him and not freaked out firsthand, he would have gotten on that date Zhongli promised him. 

But maybe that was just wishful thinking. 

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Something Ajax did not expect from Madam Ping was how even though she was a fierce warrior, whenever she played music, it seemed soft and delicate as if she was playing the rivers, and mountains themselves with the tips of her fingers. 

Out of the rest of the adepti, she was the one who was the most interested in music and making it herself. Guizhong enjoyed music and sang songs as well, however, she did not play any instruments and nor did she really dedicate much time to singing. The only times she did sing was when she was bored or when she sang to her glaze lilies. Her voice was melodic and soft, something like a haunting memory that Ajax couldn’t bring himself to remember no matter what he tried. 

He swore he had heard her voice before, but he couldn’t remember where it was that he heard her voice. 

Another thing to be added onto the pile of mysteries that surrounded his ties with the adepti. 

He had encountered Madam Ping playing a gentle tune near a river, her eyes were closed and she looked concentrated on her music. The sleeves of her elegant blue and white aoqun with small swirls of water and flowers embroidered with a clever shade of luminous white adorned the chest of her aoqun. Her head was tied into a bun with 2 small braids tied back as well with a wooden hair stick with a small green gemstone embedded on it. 

She plucked at the strings and conceived an elegant and peaceful sound out of the instrument below her hands. She only opened her eyes and stopped her playing once she heard Ajax approaching. She immediately withdrew her spear and held it in a defensive pose, but once she saw it was Ajax, she drew it back and smiled mellowly at him, “Ah, shidi, it’s only you.” 

Ajax nervously laughed and scratched his cheek, “Yeah …is it a bad time..” 

Madam Ping chuckled and shook her head, “No, not at all. What is it you need from me?” 

He sighed and sat down next to her, holding his knees close to his chest, “My…friend has to do something but he doesn’t know how to do it. He feels trapped by it and is not sure what the right thing to do is, and is pretty lost…ha..” 

Madam Ping hummed, a silent gesture for him to continue. 

“So, he doesn’t know what to do. He’s trapped in a situation where both outcomes have the possibility of ending terribly…” 

She nodded and looked towards the river once again, before conjuring up a small bit of water in her fingertips, molding it into random shapes, her eyes closed once more, “When people think about the future, they often forget about the now. We are often too caught up in knowing what the future has in store for us, but we neglect to see the present we are living today. You can’t change fate, but you can change your actions, remember that shidi.” 

Ajax nodded and felt the cool air sweep up and wash over him, filling his lungs and making his worries wash away. He had been penting up his indescribable hopelessness of the situation he had landed himself in. 

He had to steal Morax’s gnosis, save his friends, save Zhongli, and do his best to not get killed. 

It was a lot to take in, and sometimes, he felt helpless to change anything. 

How were they all going to die, and would be able to stop it all? 

Would he be enough to save all of them, would he be able to do it? 

He didn’t know, and that very same thing drove him mad. 

This was 2 days after he had first made vegetable soup for A-Yu, and well, he was feeling down. He was feeling like shit, like utter fucking shit. He didn’t know what to do, and he wasn’t sure if his efforts would even pay off in the end.

And on some nights, he desperately wished to go back to his time, in order to feel the warmth of Zhongli’s palms, their shared laughter, the scolding he would get from Ekaterina, the disapproving gaze he would get from Lumine and Paimon, the new delicious food Xiangling had conjure up, the outstanding performances of Yun Jin and Xinyan, the letters from his siblings, and his Tsaritsa’s icy voice stating his next order. 

He selfishly wanted to run away from it all. 

But he couldn’t.  

That was the problem. 

He was too afraid of what the future would hold, he was terrified even, he didn’t want it to ever come. He wanted to continuously live in the past, for eternity. 

Perhaps he understood the Electro Archon better than he had previously thought. When he had heard what ridiculous doctrine she had set up, the vision hunt decree. He thought it to be stupid and pointless; why would any Archon want their people to suffer so much and live in eternity for the rest of their lives. 

To live forever on pause for the rest of their lives. 

He brushed it off and chuckled heartily, “Why would anyone do that?” He proclaimed to his soldiers who earnestly agreed, calling the Electro Archon ridiculous and idiotic. 

A young god being foolish in her attempt to reach her own selfish immortality, to guarantee her own eternity. 

Nothing else, nothing more. 

Little did Ajax know that he would come to feel the exact same thing as her eventually. He wanted to stop time and forever live with the adepti, he wanted to forever relive the same warmth as before. He wanted to ingrain it forever in his head, he wanted to stop time and save the memory of him and Zhongli together laughing at the dinner table, sharing stories of their interests, their battles, their most treasured memories. He wanted to forever do that, he selfishly wanted to prevent anything from happening. 

The Electro Archon suffered many losses during her time in the Archon War, she lost her twin sister and her beloved friends, it was no wonder she wanted eternity. 

The Electro Archon Baal is both a childish and terribly tragic person. 

Just like him.  

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Living with Sky Bracer was certainly something else…

While Sky Bracer had many human furniture in his domain, with a variety of different styles and intricate decor. He also only had a few things meant only for one person. 

Which meant that they had to share many things, from the couch, to the bathroom, to the same bed. 

It was something.  

Sky Bracer would be in his mortal form around Ajax for his comfort. After all, waking up to an adeptal beast next to you in bed would be very surprising to say the least. But even so, waking up right next to an extremely attractive guy, did not help either. 

Sky Bracer looked absolutely flawless when he woke up, not a hair in disarray, no drool, he didn’t even snore in his sleep. He woke up looking like a prince, and when he spoke, his already deep voice became impossibly deeper, making Ajax’s heart quiver. He would usually wake up before Ajax and would sit beside him in bed where he would usually scan through a book or two, not wanting to wake Ajax up.

He would then occasionally play with Ajax’s hair when he was especially engrossed in a book, tugging at a strand of his hair or even curling it around his finger. And on some rare occasions he would scratch lightly at his scalp, causing him to shiver. 

Ajax would subconsciously in a half-sleep daze would lean into his touch in an attempt to get him to continue. Sky Bracer would chuckle and continue to play with his hair. 

Ajax would be a liar if he said he didn’t like the affection from Sky Bracer. His palms were warm and would sweep through his hair with utmost care and just enough strength; it was nice. 

It reminded him of the few and far between moments of subtle intimacy from Zhongli. The slight touches and glances, it made his heart ache in desperation. He didn’t want Sky Bracer, even if he was everything Zhongli was. 

He was just a replacement in his heart for Zhongli, as firewater was after the Golden House incident. 

His heart clenched and his stomach dropped, a bitter taste filled his mouth. He really wanted to see Zhongli again, but he couldn't. 

Not until he figured all of this mess out, not until a long while. And that was driving him crazy.

After getting up from bed, Sky Bracer would then excuse himself outside of the bedroom in order to give Ajax room to change, which he appreciated. 

He did not want to catch a glimpse of Sky Bracer’s naked back and think about it for the next three weeks, he would rather not do that. 

Then, he would exit the room and start cooking up breakfast and check if A-Yu was alright. They usually switched turns on who would watch A-Yu throughout the night and would allow the other to sleep in. But, that particular day the both of them had watched her, so they had allowed themselves to sleep in. 

Sky Bracer insisted on being the one to watch A-Yu since he was an adeptus and they did not need sleep. They would actually stay awake for days on end, a trait they had developed as a survival strategy. 

He had heard of the stories where they had to practically fight for their lives, with no sleep. It reminded him of his time in The Abyss. Although he had his master with him, he was on his own for most of his time there. 

They had to constantly keep moving, if they wanted to live. Which meant they did not get much sleep, if any sleep at all. However, they rarely got fatigued; a thing he guessed had to be a result from the constant adrenaline and the miasma. 

That was one of the first lessons he had learned when down in The Abyss. 

A harsh lesson that nearly got him killed on his first day down there. 

He had just fallen down, and fate had the worst possible luck for him, since he was knocked out. He then woke up to a Rift wolf who nearly ripped to shreds. If it wasn’t for his master Skirk who was passing by and took pity on him, he would have been dead. 

It was then that she sternly lectured him on the basics of survival down in the furthest place from light: 

Never fall asleep, keep moving. 

Stay alert. 

Fight to kill. 

Those were the rules that she constantly implemented in his head. He dazedly remembers being terribly sick from the thick miasma that covered the Abyss, and how Skirk took enough pity on him to keep him safe and alive until he got better. 

He still isn't sure why she brought him along with her. 

Perhaps she was lonely and wanted some company for a change. Or perhaps she wanted someone else to take on the monsters when she could not. 

Either way, he didn’t know how to feel about it. 

He was alive, that much was true. But, ever since the Abyss, he felt like something else was inside of him, a separate voice inside of his head, a separate entity apart from himself. 

He was not the boy he used to be, he was a replacement for him; a monster who took him over and completely suffocated him until it became Ajax. 

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Guizhong had advised him to think his actions over and ‘deeply reflect’ why he reacted in that way. To which he nodded before he slinked away to his domain. 

He wasn’t sure what she meant, nor was he sure he would ever know. 

Both he and Guizhong knew of his past, his past as a feral dragon. 

Before he had mellowed down, he was a cruel and heartless beast. With no empathy or sympathy for anything at all. If Guizhong had not made her way into his life, he would have never learned what it was like to care for someone else. He would have never been taught manners nor the joys of reading literature from the mortals. 

He would have not even desired to be a just and benevolent god. 

If he was his past self, his crueler self, he would have not thought twice before he would have snapped Sky Bracer’s throat with his teeth. Morax would have not thought to use his words to communicate what was the matter, he would have simply initiated a fight between him and Sky Bracer. 

However, he did not fully understand why he had reacted in that aggressive manner with his disciple. He had trained Sky Bracer since he was a newly born adeptus, when he did not know much about the world. He had seen him adapt and master his hold of the sword. He had seen him master his element, he had taught him how to use basic weaponry. 

He did not understand why his instincts rose up; the same fiery feeling filling his lungs up when he had witnessed Sky Bracer’s hand on Ajax’s head. 

Why did he feel that way? 

He had placed Ajax in a special box, and had begun to consider him special, dear to him. But, he had not anticipated to react in a viscous way when he saw his comrade’s hand on his treasure, his precious person. 

He did not understand. 

He had thought his draconic instincts were long buried by now, but for some reason Ajax managed to bring them back up. 

When he saw Sky Bracer’s hand on Ajax, he wanted to rip his arm off, he wanted to rip him to shreds until he was nothing more than a pile of flesh and blood. 

Why? 

Why did he do that? 

Why did he feel that way about Ajax? 

Just who was he to him? 

What was that warm feeling he felt whenever he was around? 

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Weakness took over Ajax at midnight. 

He was barraged with memory after memory of Zhongli. 

His eyes, his laugh, every curve of his face, his long hair and how silky it felt, his smell, his baritone voice, his gentle touch, his molten eyes, his smile. 

He missed him.  

But, he could not explain why he had dragged himself out of the bed and hastily went down the mountain. 

Before he knew it, he was standing right outside of Morax’s domain’s door. 

He let out a shaky breath, but before his conscience could fully scream at him the severity of his actions. The impulsivity and stupidity of it all, lifted his fist towards the translucent golden door. 

He brought his fist down, but before he could make contact with the golden door before him. 

He was dragged into the domain.

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I’m Always Here for You

A/N - Again this series is just for fun of Sana and Yuta. You can imagine yourself being in it as the love interest to Yuta or Sana just to let you know, and you are always welcome to. Anyways, it took me awhile to write this and I didn't expect it to be this long. The ending is rushed but do enjoy! Also I love Yuta but I don’t see him as a yandere. More likely to be a tsundere which he is really! But just for the story in a dream. Also don’t mean to hurt Sana and I love her as well. I got nervous of how I wanted to write Yuta as a yandere but here we go. 

Sana found herself in an unknown dark room. She was starting to get crept out of where she was, but she couldn't. She realized she was tied up to a chair by a rope. She struggled to break free but couldn't. Before she was about to scream for help, "Going somewhere, my love?" she froze as she heard a familiar voice. She slowly looked up, and her eyes widened in horror when she sees Yuta…her Yuta standing before her dressed in all black while smiling sinisterly and holding a knife in his hands.

"Yu…ta?" She asked, all surprised. "Want to know why you are tied up?" Yuta asked. Sana stares all shocked. Yuta bends down to be closer to her face. "You were talking to another guy." He said strictly. Sana stares at him, all shocked. "You should be talking to me only. The man you trust and love, which is me." He said. 'Who is this? Yuta isn't like this.' Sana thought in her head. "Now, I don't like to tie you up, my love, but this counts as your punishment." Yuta whispered darkly. Sana got the shivers to see her boyfriend in this state. "But this will teach you a lesson." He said as he stood up and walks behind her before cutting her ropes.

As her ropes were loose, Sana got up from her chair and was about to make a run for it. "Where are you going, love?" She couldn't move with a tight grip on her wrist. She stood there all in fear without moving her body. "You know how lonely I get when you leave me all alone." Yuta said as he slowly pulls her from behind into his arms. Sana had more fear growing inside of her as she was pulled into his arms and the knife still in his hands. "I love it when you are in my arms. I don't feel lonely anymore when you aren't with me. I'm never letting you go ever. Which is good, so you are not having those boys talk to you." Yuta said with a smile. Sana shivered again in fear as Yuta wasn't himself anymore…

Sana gasped as she opened her eyes wide and sat up on her bed. She pants to catch her breath and looks around to know where she is at. She was in her bedroom, which was a relief for her. Sana looks out at her window, and it was still dark out. She could still hear the crickets singing outside before looking at the clock on her nightstand saying, '2:08 AM'. She sighs as she lies back on her bed. She looks at her bed to find a picture of her and Yuta during their date at the beach. They were smiling at the camera while Yuta gave her a piggyback ride.

They seemed so happy with each other. That's the Yuta that she knows and loves. A handsome and kind gentleman that she had known since they were children and when they first met when Sana moved in the neighborhood with her parents. They became really close with each other when they first met each. She was too scared to go back asleep. She didn't want to have those nightmares of her boyfriend being a monster again. She wanted to dream about the Yuta she loved, who she wanted to share her future with.

The following day, Sana was shaky as she was getting ready for school. She had another horrible nightmare of Yuta being obsessive, and then the worst. She wanted to see the Yuta she loves and is a caring gentleman. "Darling! You almost ready?" Sana's mom asked as she walks into her daughter's bedroom. She then got worried when she saw how her daughter was getting ready. "Darling, what's wrong?" She asked, all worried as she headed over to her daughter.

"Just had a bad nightmare about…" Sana choked in a cry. "Yuta being a psychopath, but that wasn't Yuta we know." Sana cried as she embraced her mother in her arms. "Oh, darling. I know what it was like to have nightmares like that when I first started dating your father." Sana's mother said as she comforted her daughter.

"I want to see him. I love him, but having a nightmare of the man I love was scary." She sobbed. "Darling, it's just a nightmare. It happens to a lot of people when they have nightmares. Also, you and Yuta have been so happy together since you first met each other." Sana's mother smiled softly as she looks at her daughter and wipes her tears away. "That is true." Sana nods her head with a soft smile.

After Sana had breakfast with her parents, she walked out of her house and saw her boyfriend, Yuta waiting for her by her gate with a bright smile. That's the Yuta she loves. That healing smile on his handsome face that brightens anyone's day. And him escorting Sana safely to school like a princess with him as her knight in shining armor who's also prince charming. Sana smiles softly at the thought of that and also at her boyfriend standing before her. How could he be the man that she dreamt about from last night? "Ohayo." She said as she heads over to her boyfriend. "Ohayo beautiful." He smiled as he pulled his girlfriend into his arms and kisses her happily. Sana accepts his kisses back. She felt more happy of who she was with.

"Hey, you. Yuta." Sana giggles as her boyfriend kisses her still. "Ah hahaha!! Stop! Hahaha!!" Sana laughs happily as her boyfriend kisses her cheek. "I can't." Yuta teased as he kisses her cheek. "We are gonna be late, and our moms are watching." Sana giggled. "You won this round." He teased before they held each other's hands as they headed to school.

At school, the couple was having lunch on the school's rooftop talking, and it was just them alone. The couple was talking about horror movies. Yuta then mentions a movie about a girl being stalked by her crazy ex-boyfriend that he saw. Sana then froze in a thought when her nightmare flashed back to her mind. She was worried about making Yuta feel bad, and thinks she doesn't trust him anymore. Yuta looks at her, worried. "What's wrong, love?" He asked. "Well, it's hard for me to explain it. I want you to know that I love you really much, but I'm nervous about telling you what I dreamed about last night, and I'm scared of making you feel bad about what I'm about to tell you." Sana said sadly.

"Baby, it's okay. I'm here for you as always. I won't be mad. I'll never be mad at you." Yuta said as he cupped her cheek with his hand. Sana looks up at him and sees how worried and caring he is. How could she keep this away from him? She has trusted him a lot since they first met. But she didn't want to break his heart. "I had a dream…that you were being possessive of me…but not in a good way. You tied me up…and wouldn't allow me to speak to another guy, and you held a knife…But it wasn't you." Sana choked up with tears forming in her eyes. Yuta stares at her, worried. "Baby…" Yuta said softly. "Gomen…I was scared of sharing this with you, of you thinking that I don't trust you anymore and making you feel bad. But I still love you and didn't enjoy what I dreamt about." She whimpered.

Yuta then pulls her into his arms. Sana accepts his embrace as she cries on his chest. She felt his hand brushing her hair gently. His other hand rubbed her back. She then felt his lips pressing gently against her forehead. "Take your time, my love." Yuta said softly as he comforted her. "Gomen…I love you a lot and trust you. But I don't want these to keep coming back and us being apart because of this." Sana wept. "Baby. You didn't hurt me. Nothing is gonna come between us. It's just a nightmare." Yuta said as he kissed her forehead again.

"I just want the man who I love so much. And I'm glad to be in his embrace right now." Sana wept. "Shh. Sh. I'm here. I'm here." Yuta comforted her. "Gomen that you have to see me like this." Sana cried. "Baby, don't apologize. It's okay." Yuta said. Sana looks up at Yuta with her face stained by tears. "Hontoni?" She asked with her soft voice cracked. Yuta smiles softly as he wipes her tears away. "Hontoni." Yuta said softly. Sana smiles before her boyfriend brings her into a sweet loving kiss. "But I am gonna take my princess out on a small date after school." Yuta smiled against the kiss. Sana giggles against the kiss.

After school, Yuta decided to take Sana on a small date which was at the park. They were holding each other's hands while walking and talking. Yuta got themselves some ice cream from an ice cream stand. Sana is happy to be with the man she loves, and also makes her feel safe. That's the man that she wants to be with and spend the rest of her life with. He also gives her a flower that he picked for her during their walk. How could she think this man could be the monster in her dream?

The couple then walked back home while Yuta wrapped his arm around Sana's waist. "I was gonna invite you over if you need more company, but Yuto and Shotaro are coming over because we have to study for Chemistry." Yuta said as he arrived at the front gate of Sana's house. "It's quite alright. My mom wants a girls' night with me anyways since my dad is out seeing his friends." Sana said. Yuta smiles. "Text me and call me if you need me. I'm okay, you call me in the middle of the night if your nightmare comes back. I want you to know that I'm with you no matter what." Yuta said.

"You don't mind if I call you in the middle of the night?" Sana asked. "Of course not. But you can text me still if you are worried about waking the folks up." Yuta said. Sana smiles at how kind her boyfriend is. He does give out next-door boy vibes even though he does live next door to her. He's like the sweetest boy on Earth, and every girl or boy is jealous of who she's dating, and he is. Sana leans up to kiss him on the lips. The couple head to their homes with a smile on their face.

Later in the evening, Sana lies in bed under the blankets as she is about to sleep. She was smiling at her, the flower that Yuta picked for her today that's in a vase next to the picture of them on her nightstand. She also texted him before going to sleep, and after, they gave each other a goodnight text. She giggled when Yuta sent it with a kissing emoji, and Sana did the same to him. She then drifts off asleep.

Sana wakes up in an unfamiliar room again. But it wasn't dark from the last one. There was a lamp from the ceiling lighting the room. She then finds herself in a small compact bedroom which it seems like to her. It had no window but a bed that she was lying on, and in the corner was a toilet next to a sink. She also finds herself wearing a lace white babydoll nightgown to her question. "Where am I?" Sana asked. "Your room, you silly girl." She froze in horror when she heard his voice.

To Sana's horror, she slowly turned around to see Yuta standing against the opened doorframe and dressed in all white, but she saw…him wiping the blood off his hands with a towel. She was in another dream…no. A nightmare. 'Not again.' She thought in her head. "I didn't want to do this, but…" He walked over to her and as he chuckled. Sana shivers in fear as he arrives before her. "But this is how I can protect you. And I hate to leave you all alone." Yuta said as he strokes her chin. "But I will have you join me when I'm done with work." Yuta smiled but sinisterly.

Sana was shaking in fear as she looks this man who wasn't the man she loved. "Ah, this is my favorite outfit on you. I never want you to see you in other clothes, but seeing you without them is so sexy." Yuta smirked as he came close to her face before kissing her lips. It was slow and gentle, but it wasn't the same as the man she loved. He pulls away and looks at her. "And I'm the only guy who can see you like this." Yuta whispered as he pulls her into his arms. To her horror, she sees a pair of feet lying by her door and a pool of blood. 'No…' Sana thought in her head.

Sana gasped as she woke up from her nightmare. She was relieved to be back in her bedroom but scared of what she had dreamt about. She pants to regain her normal breath before she feels tears coming out of her eyes. She lets out a small sob yet quietly without waking up her parents and concerning them. 'Why? Why must these nightmares be with the man I love so dearly?' She thought in her head while she tried taking deep breaths without crying more. She remembered Yuta said to call him if she wants in the middle of the night if she had a nightmare or text him if she didn't want to wake her parents up. But she wanted to hear his voice.

Sana then grabs her phone from her nightstand and begins to dial Yuta's number. Sana gets under the covers without waking up her parents. She waits for a bit until he answers. And he did answer. "Moshi? Moshi?" Yuta asked through the phone tiredly. "Yuta…" Sana said softly on the phone. "Baby? What's wrong? Another nightmare?" He asked, all worried through the phone. "Yeah." Sana whimpered. "Oh baby." He said sadly through the phone.

"You…locked me up in a room to keep me safe…but it felt like a prison…only letting me wear one outfit…then you were…wiping the blood off of your hands…Gomen that I'm saying this to you. I don't want you to be hurt by how you were in my dream. Why must these nightmares make you the bad guy even though you are the most amazing, kindest, and most handsome boyfriend that I have ever had since middle school?" Sana cried. "Oh baby, don't cry. It's just nightmares. It's okay. I'm always here for you." Yuta said softly on the phone. His voice was comforting and calm. That's the voice she loves to hear from him. "Yuta…" Sana smiled softly at his kind words as she sniffled up.

"No matter what, if you wake me, if your nightmare scares you, I will always be there for you and still love you. My beautiful baby girl." Yuta said through the phone. Sana giggles at the nickname he gives her. "You do know how to make me smile. I bet everyone is jealous of me having you as a boyfriend who makes someone smile which, is me." Sana smiled. Yuta chuckled on the phone when his girlfriend said that. "I get that when guys tell me they are jealous of me dating the most beautiful girl on Earth. Who knows how to make laugh, feel loved, and smile with that sweet personality of hers." Yuta said on the phone, making Sana smile at his words before giggling happily. How can this kind man be the man from her nightmares?

2 weeks have passed, and Sana's nightmares have been getting worse of Yuta being a psychopath boyfriend. The way how he treated her in her dreams. She feels even more sad when she tells Yuta about them. Sana tried to talk to the school's therapist about why she was having nightmares of Yuta. Their friends supported their relationship and wanted them to be together based on how happy they are with each other. They felt bad for Sana having nightmares about her boyfriend. They want the couple to be happy and live a life together as they want to do the same with their respective partners.

But Yuta is a kind man who still loves Sana as Sana loves him. He would always accept her late-night calls to comfort her from her nightmares. He would hold her in his arms when he saw her in a desperate state when she explains her nightmares to him. He would take her on dates to make her feel special and happy. Their friends would also have them over for hangouts to make Sana feel happy. She was happy to be in reality to be with the man she loved so much.

On Friday after school, Yuta and Sana walked back to their homes while Yuta had his arm around her after school. They got out early since the school decided to make it short so the students can have fun for Spring break. "So your parents are out of spring week for a work trip?" Yuta asked. "Hai. My mom was worried about leaving me alone since my nightmares have been getting worse. She almost canceled the trip, but I told her to go and support her job without getting fired since it's a big promotion. I also know she wanted to go to Okiwana for a while." Sana said.

"Sana Minatozaki, you are such an amazing and thoughtful person to think about your mother." Yuta smiled as he kisses her cheek. Sana giggles at his adorable actions. "Well, if it isn't my daughter and my future son-in-law." Sana's mother joked as she came out of her house. The couple chuckled shyly. "Mama!" Sana said in embarrassment while blushing. Yuta giggles at how adorable his girlfriend is being with her mother embarrassing her. "I can't come out to say hi to your boyfriend, who is also my future son-in-law?" Her mother chuckled. "Shouldn't you be on your trip soon?" Sana asked while pouting. "Our flight is only in two hours, and our boss is at a meeting." Her mother said.

"And what's up with that attitude, young lady?" Her mother asked while raising an eyebrow. "You are embarrassing me, of course!" Sana said while blushing. "That's how all mothers are." Out of nowhere comes Yuta's mother, leaning against her fence from next door. "Mama!" Yuta said, all surprise. "I can't say hi to my son and my future daughter-in-law, who's also my best friend's daughter?" Yuta's mother asked in a teasing tone. Yuta pouts before the two mothers giggle. "Hey, Sana. Have you been sleeping well?" Yuta's mother asked Sana. "It hasn't been good, but I have been doing good by seeing Yuta and our friends." Sana smiled. "Thank goodness." Her smiled. "If you need anything, we will be here." Yuta's mother smiled. "Arigato." Sana smiled. "Yuta, may I ask you and your mother this. You aren't in trouble. You are welcome in this, Sana." Sana's mother said. "Hai?" Yuta and his mother asked. "What is it, mama?" Sana asked.

"I'm still worried about leaving you alone, Sana. Your father and I have been talking, so we were thinking if you stay with Yuta for spring break. Are you alright with that, Yuta and Nakamoto-sama?" Sana's mom asked. "Oh hai! I'm completely alright about it. Sana is always welcome to come at our place." Yuta's mother smiled. "Hai." Yuta said shyly with a smile. "Oh, don't be shy, Yuta. You are always welcome to come over and stay." Sana's mother smiled. "Ah hai." Yuta said. Sana smiled happily that she's gonna have her boyfriend stay with her for spring break. "Also, you both remember birth control, right?" Their moms whispered quietly at the same time. "YES MOM! REALLY?!" The couple yelled in embarrassment, with their cheeks blushing. Their mothers both laughed at their reactions. "Oh, we know you two well. We just love messing around with you. Our parents also did that to us when we were your age." Yuta's mom smiled. The couple didn't say anything, but they were blushing mad.

After Sana's parents left, Yuta came to Sana's house with his stuff, ready to be with Sana for the week. The couple also thought about staying at Yuta's house for a few days before spring break is over. But they think they like it at Sana's house, so they get the house to themselves and act like what it's like when they live with each other. They plan to move in with each other after high and go to college together that they enrolled together. Sana was excited to have her boyfriend over. Having him by her side would make her horrible nightmares go away.

The couple decided to stay at Sana's home for the night just to relax, and it was raining outside. They video-chatted with their friends from Sana's laptop. They were on spring break. Mamoru was in England with his girlfriend, Luna. Kazuma was still in the countryside of Japan with his girlfriend Hayami and their family. Shouta was in Okiwana as well with his girlfriend, Haya. Yuma and his girlfriend Mina were in Hawaii with their family. Ryoki and Hokuto were staying with their girlfriends Ichika and Sara in Tokyo. Akihisa was with his girlfriend Yui at her house while her parents were away. Shotaro and Yuto, they were with their family. They were making sure Sana was doing okay since she hadn't been getting good sleep, but she assured them that she was fine and that Yuta is with her. They ordered sushi as their dinner and talked about their future together after high school. They also watched a movie in the living room while snuggling on the couch. Everything was perfect for Sana.

After the movie, the couple decided to call it a night. The couple were lying in bed holding each other. Sana was afraid of going to sleep. She didn't have another nightmare of her boyfriend again. "You alright?" Yuta asked worriedly. "Just…still scared of falling asleep…" Sana said shakily. Yuta noticed she was shaking in his arms. "Sana, you are shaking." Yuta said, all worried. "Gomen…I don't know why I'm like this. Why must I have a nightmare about you being the bad guy even though you are not?" Sana asked while she looks up at Yuta. Yuta looks at her before he places a kiss on her lips. "It's not your fault, love. They make you think they are real, but they aren't. I had nightmares before, and I know what it's like." Yuta said as he stroked her hair and kissed her on the lips. Sana smiles softly at him before she gives him one last sweet peck on the lips. "Goodnight…I love you, Sana." Yuta said softly before he closes his eyes. "Goodnight…I love you too, Yuta." Sana said as she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Sana opens her eyes and finds herself in an unknown room again, with the light hanging from the ceiling to lighten the room. She was in a thin white, strap babydoll nightgown. 'Not again…' She thought in her head. She hoped she wasn't in a nightmare where her boyfriend was a psychopath. She heard a male scream behind her. She turns around quickly to see an older man with a stab wound on his chest and coughing out blood. She stares in horror before the man falls to the floor. She then finds a pile of dead bodies on the floor in their pool of blood. She was about to scream in horror at what she was seeing. She backs up against a wall and covers her mouth to prevent herself from throwing up at what she sees. "I did this all for you…" She looks up to hear that familiar voice again. 'No…' She thought as she saw…Yuta was covered in blood with a bloody kitchen knife in his hands.

She was dreaming of him being a psychopath again. She stares at him in fear and horror as he stares at her with a dark emotionless face. "All these people are terrible, and they wanted to hurt you…" He said as he slowly begins to walk over to her. "But I saved you." He said as he arrives before her. "Yuta…" She sobbed. "Oh, my beautiful baby… there's no need to be sad. You should be happy." He smiled as he held her chin up to make her look at him. "I killed all these horrible people for you. So we can be together forever, and these pests won't be in the way of our love." Yuta chuckled. "Yuta…t-t-this isn't you." Sana said, all in fear. Yuta's smile faded away as she said that.

"The Yuta I know and love… isn't like this. He is a kind and caring man who cares about others and me. He is always helpful, funny, and kind. And he knows how to make people smile with his kind smile. He knows how to comfort me when I'm in a stressful or sad time with his love and comfort. I always wanted to start a life with him because he is amazing. What happened to the little boy I first fell in love with at first sight?" Sana asked as she whimpered. Yuta stood silent for a while as he thought of her words that were said to him. She thought that if she talked him down to get back the real Yuta. "I may not be perfect…But I still love you." Yuta said. Sana was hoping it worked.

"But why hurt me with words like that after what I did for you!!!" Yuta yelled as he grabs Sana by the hair. Sana gasped in fear as Yuta dragged her onto the floor by the hair. "I killed all these people for you!!! I was the good guy here!!! Now you talk me with shitty sweet words thinking I'm the bad guy!!!" Yuta yelled while dragging her across the hall. Sana was struggling to break free from his grasp. He then arrives at a door before opening it and throwing Sana in. She was covered in blood from his victims on the floor and had bruises on her body. Sana looks up at him with tears in her eyes. He glares at her on the floor. "I didn't want to do this but you made me mad." He said as he shut the door as he leaves Sana alone in the pitch-black dark room.

Sana gasped loudly as she woke up in her bedroom from her nightmare which was the worst one she had out of the previous ones. Yuta woke up surprised next to her. "Sana?!" He turned on the light next to him. "Baby?" He looked at her worried as she was crying, panting, and sweating. "Baby, come here." He pulls her into his arms as Sana cries with her face buried against his chest and her cries mumbled.

"Not again. But it wasn't you." She cried out. "Sssshhhh… it's okay baby." He comforted her as he kissed her head. "But it felt so real." Sana cried. "Sana, look at me." He pulls away and cups her cheeks as they stare into each other's eyes. He wipes the tears from her face. "It's okay. You are here. You are back in reality." Yuta said. "You killed them all…and I tried to talk to you out of it to have these nightmares over. But it didn't work. You dragged me…across the room by my hair and locked me up in a dark room…" Sana cried. "Oh Baby…" Yuta said sadly.

"Gomen…Gomen. I don't want to keep sharing these with you, with you thinking you are the bad guy even though you are not." Sana cried. "Sana… It's okay. I know what it's like to have nightmares like that." Yuta said. "You…do?" Sana said as she looked up at him before Yuta wipes her tears away. "I had a dream one night before you told me about your nightmares…I had a dream that I hurt you…" Yuta said with his voice cracked and tears forming in his eyes. "Yuta…" Sana said, all surprised. "I felt horrible about it, and I didn't want to tell you without scaring you since you are so precious to me, your family, our friends, and everyone on Earth. That sweet, adorable, intelligent, and funny personality with a gorgeous face of yours who has the sweetest smile ever. I always want to be there for you when you share your nightmares with me. I want to be the man you know, and I enjoy being who I am to you. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about this before, but I was scared of losing you." Yuta said as his tears rolled down his face.

"Yuta…" Sana said softly as she wipes his tears away. "I would never become that person ever. I'm still your Yuta forever, and you are always my Sana. If I hurt you…I would throw myself behind bars if I hurt you angel and would never forgive myself." He said. "I don't want you behind bars…I want you here with me." Sana said. "I'm here for you…as always." Yuta said softly. "Yuta…" She smiles softly at him before kissing him passionately.

*Smut Ahead* 

She then grabbed his hand and puts it on top of her chest. Yuta gropes her breast making her moan with delight against the kiss. She pulls away to reach out to turn off the light before kissing him passionately. It was dark now in her room except for the moonlight shining from her bedroom window, even though it was raining. It made it more exciting for them. Yuta unbuttons the front of her pajama top, revealing her bare chest and sliding off her. He kisses her neck to her pleasure. Sana then slides his long sleeve shirt off of him slowly. He pulled away to take it off, ultimately revealing his belly piercing and two hip tattoos of the butterfly and feather as he returned to kissing her.

They threw their shirts somewhere in the room while still kissing each other before stripping out of their underwear and pajama bottoms as they were now completely naked to each other. Yuta pulls away and admires her naked body before putting his hand on her breast. He gently gropes her breast, causing her to moan with delight softly, and kisses her chest.

"Keep going…" she breathed out. Yuta had his hand trail from her chest and then to her area. Sana moans as his fingers rub her folds. She gasps as the two fingers slowly enter. "Oh baby…" He moaned at the sound of her voice as he massages her walls. He then pulls his fingers out before he positions himself. Sana nodded that she was ready as he enters his cock in her folds yet slowly. The couple moans and gasp at the same time. Yuta took her slowly without hurting her.

Sana held on to his biceps as he moves. She wraps her legs around his waist to get him deeper. Sana decided to get on top of him while she rides him slowly. She had her head thrown back while he thrusts her slowly. "Ah…" he moaned as his hand held his waist while his other hand was behind his head. He admires her naked body before him. Sana lies back on top of him while holding on to him as Yuta held her back while making love to her. He then pinned her down with him on top of her again and took her still as he held her hand.

In her dream, he wasn't like this. He was rough, controlling, and possessive in her nightmares. But in reality, he was kind, gentle, and honest. But she loves it when he becomes an animal in bed sometimes. She loves it when her kind boyfriend has an animal side in bed and is gentle with her when they are done.

The couple then moaned and gasped as they came. Yuta pulls out and holds her as he kisses her forehead and covers them with the blankets. "I love you. I want you by my side no matter what." She said. "I love you too my princess. I'm here for you as always." He said with a smile while he kisses her on the lips. They then fall asleep in each other's arms with a smile on Sana's face.

*End of Smut*

Sana wakes up to find her not in her bedroom at her parent's house anymore. She sat up to see where she was. Sana was in a different bedroom and the morning light was shining on her from the window as she was lying in a king-sized bed. She was wearing a thin strap creme nightgown. She was in a nice bedroom that wasn't like the small one from her nightmares. It was bigger and had everything like a vanity, dresser, and drawers. Pictures hung everywhere on the wall; some were placed on the vanity and nightstand.

She looked at her nightstand to find a picture of her with Yuta with her wearing a wedding dress and Yuta in a suit, and all of their friends with them smiling at the camera. She then finds a picture of a baby next to the picture of her and Yuta, which happens to be their wedding day. She then heard a small cry from the room next to her. She finds a door where the crying is coming from. She gets out of bed and heads to the door where the crying is coming from. She hesitates to open it at first, wishing it wasn't another nightmare of hers.

She took a deep breath and put her hand on the handle before twisting it slowly. She enters the room as the door is opened by her. She finds herself in a nursery and sees Yuta in pajamas holding a baby in his arms wrapped in a blanket. He was singing softly to the baby as it stopped crying. "Yuta?" Sana asked. Yuta looks up at her with a kind smile. "Hey darling. I woke up and heard Shiho crying. So I decided to calm him and settle him down." Yuta smiled. Sana then softly smiles as she dreams about her future with the man she dearly loves since she was a young girl. Her previous dreams were of him as a monster. Now she was dreaming of him becoming an ideal husband and amazing father, which she loves.

The baby, known as Shiho, makes a small noise. "Mama is here." Yuta smiled as he walked over to Sana with Shiho in his arms. He kisses the baby's forehead as he arrives before Sana and gently hands the baby in her arms. Sana admires the tiny baby in her arms before it gives out a sweet yawn. She realizes that her future baby she's holding. Yuta holds Sana in his arms and admires their baby in her arms. "You should always know that you two are my favorite people on Earth. And forever always will be." Yuta smiled at Sana before kissing her cheek as she giggled happily.

Sana woke up in her bedroom, and it was in her bedroom in reality. She could hear the birds singing outside. The ray of the morning sun peeking from the small opening of her curtains shines on her. She smiles to see her boyfriend's sleeping face before her. Yuta then wakes up and slowly opens his eyes, seeing his girlfriend's face smiling at him. He smiles back at her before placing a kiss on her lips. "Ohayo." He said tiredly before yawning. "Ohayo." Sana smiled back.

"You slept well?" Yuta asked. "Much better and had an amazing dream ever." Sana smiled. "What was it about?" He asked with a smile. Sana giggles. "A dream that you and I both want and come true. Is our future with you and me happily married with a child." Sana smiled. Yuta grins happily at what her dream is about as he cups his girlfriend's cheek. "That's what I dreamt about also last night." Yuta said. Sana smiles back before pulling him into a loving kiss.

The couple enjoyed the rest of their spring break together. They went out shopping and went out to the beach. They also went on dates at romantic restaurants and their walks around the park. It was perfect for them. They continue these still after Spring break. They didn't have any more nightmares of Yuta hurting Sana and Yuta being a psychopath lover to Sana. It was them dreaming about their future together.

In the summer, they finally graduated with their friends from high school, and the couple moved into their first apartment for college. After college, they finally got married and got their dream jobs. And the last thing that came true was them having a child together. Everything was perfect for Yuta and Sana, who are living their true dreams together.

Thanks for reading!

P.S. yes, I did give Mamoru Miyano, Aoi Shouta, Akihisa, Ryoki (BE;FIRST), Kazuma, and Hokuto (Exile Tribe), an OC love interest that's how my mind is as a writer. Idk they have real life respective partners but I know Mamoru is married. But this is just for fun. And yes I made Mina from Twice date Yuma Uchida. Again this is for fun!! Don't ask why my mind is like this. That's just me living a life as a fanfic writer.

But more will come soon!!