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minniepetals · 1 year

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cry me a river | the unprepared

— summary: no one is ever prepared to be broken, even if they think they are, and breaking again and again does not make you numb to the pain

— pairing: bts x reader

— genre: angst, mafia!au

— word count: 7.0k

— warnings: slight ptsd trigger

— PART 23 / previous post / masterpost

“Would you be able to send this letter to the address written on it? Personally?”

The girl you saved is named Ester, and without fail, people whose lives have been saved often feel indebted to their savior, so you know it would be right to have a little faith in her when you give her this task.

And as expected, she’s nodding without question and goes on her merry way.

It was the first thing you asked of her after all, because when you told her you had no need for the help she wanted to offer you with the injuries you sustained at the party along with wanting to help you feel comfortable in Alexander’s mansion, you could tell she was immediately angsty and in need of wanting to do anything you asked of her.

Nice girls like her often get taken advantage of.

Well, that’s none of your problem.

You take care of yourself with the treatment Ester provided for you, treating the cuts from where the bullets managed to wheeze past you, and bandaging yourself up before leaving the room provided for you.

Little Kiwi comes barking at your feet before you even reach the grand living room and despite not one to give or show affection, you pick the little thing up albeit reluctantly.

“Kid, isn’t it about time you head to sleep? And don’t lick me again, please, that’s quite rude.”

You hear a gentle chuckle from a familiar deep voice and finally walk into the living room to find both Alexander and Asher already there.

“Dogs don’t necessarily understand rudeness, though he listens to you quite well,” Alexander notes at the obedient puppy in your arms. He doesn’t wiggle around or bark and remains nestled where you hold him. When you take your seat on the sofa with a small space between you and Asher, the old man speaks again. “I heard you refused treatment from my people.”

You clear your throat awkwardly. “Forgive me, I’m not used to foreign touches.”

He knows you don’t mean “foreigners” per se and narrows his gaze slightly, possibly out of curiosity. “You have quite the skills, young lady, for having an unknown name.”

“My name is Y/N,” you tell him, sitting up. “I am a Reaper, the Grim Reaper of South Korea. My father passed away about a year ago, he was a good friend of your son Karl.”

“Karl.” He rubs his chin thinking about it. “So why have you come to Norway? To meet up with Karl?”

“Karl and I have never been that close, sir.” Of course not, you hate that man. Seeing his face alone will make you want to punch him but you know better than that. So keeping yourself calm, you look away to the side where the windows are, covered by pretty rose gold curtains. “I came here because I quite like the way the sun never sets during this time. It brings me peace.”

“You’re on vacation?” He raises a brow, doubtful, and looks toward Asher for confirmation but the man just shrugs without giving him an answer.

“You could say that,” you reply, and the old man clears his throat.

“It takes someone special to dodge all those bullets without managing any fatal injuries,” he returns to the topic of the matter as he leans back into his seat, an ankle propped onto a knee. “My son never mentioned someone like you, or his good friend.”

“The skills I acquired were not from my father, sir.”

“So you had a different master?”

“I was trained by a Yakuza master. He goes by the name Kitagawa Daisuke.”

Kitagawa Daisuke. Anyone who lives in the darkness knows the name. It’s almost like saying Shakespeare and an immediate ding pops into one's head. Your master is that famous in the underground world.

“No wonder..” Alexander looks at you with fascination now, a small crooked smile curling along his lips, eyes brightening. He knows not just anyone can call themself a disciple of Kitagawa Daisuke and it just further proves a point as to how dangerous the mission will be when you finally go up against your master. That is, if time will allow it. Who knows if you’ll even survive this mission.

You’re just dancing around with death at this point and he’s leading the moves.

“Now that you mention it, you have a sort of aura that you exude in the way I’ve seen with Master Kita. You live up to his name, no disciple of his would have let the enemies’ move confuse her.”

He must be talking about how you managed to recognize the motives of the enemies when you realize the focus was not on Alexander himself but his grandson, Asher Larsen.

You give the man a small glance before looking down at the puppy who’s now slowly dozing off in your lap. You give him a small scratch behind the ear, doting on him a bit. Who would have thought even the enemies knew the life of a dog mattered more to Alexander than his own grandson.

So Asher was right when he said Alexander doesn’t have favorites, which means that if someone does manage to gain his favor, it wouldn’t just be in your favor but you’d have more eyes on your back more than before.

Sounds like a headache.

But it’s the only way you can get rid of Karl. Because if you gain Alexander’s favor, it’ll mean he won’t blink an eye when you tell him you want his own son dead.

“Master told me to always keep my senses heightened no matter the situation.”

He hums at the answer and in a way, you hope this little attention you’ve gained from Alexander is enough to gain a bit of his favor. They say Alexander doesn’t like people who deliberately kiss up someone’s shoes to get to where they want. He’s probably had enough of those people. He also likes people who have a backbone and knows how to protect themselves.

“How would you like to be my new caretaker for Kiwi?” The proposal Alexander gives has your head perked up his way, feeling a bit dumbfounded and surprised, but he continues before you can reject or accept the offer. “You’re here on vacation, aren’t you? I’m sure Kiwi would love to continue seeing you until it’s time for you to return home.”

Perhaps he knows a bit of your plan. Perhaps he doesn’t. Either way, he’s giving you a great opportunity to remain seen by his side.

“I know it may sound a lot asking a mafia boss but I quite like you, Miss Y/N.”

“No, it’s quite alright,” you shake your head lightly and look down at the now sleeping puppy in your lap before giving Alexander the answer. “I’d gladly accept.”

He smiles, satisfied, and when he leaves after taking the sleeping puppy from you, you’re left alone with Asher who had been silent the whole exchange between you and Alexander.

“I’m impressed, that was quite the feat. No one’s ever gotten this far this fast.” When you look at the man who’s finally speaking up, there’s a small curl up his lips when he looks your way, and you guess this man is usually stoic for the most part. How great you’re earning a bit of favor from both the grandfather and the grandson.

“I guess it’s just in my nature to have people join my side.” You give him a simple reply, one he does not refute, and the day ends with that.

You don’t get a wink of sleep at all staying there in that mansion and you know it’s because you’re in an unfamiliar place. You’ve never been good at adapting to something new. It took some time for you to settle into the Bangtan manor when you first moved there years ago, but unlike how it was there and back at your own manor, Alexander’s mansion gives you some sort of comfort you’ve never had before.

It’s probably the fact that night never comes. Your room has windows placed at a good spot, where the sun seems to shine through even though there are clouds blocking part of it. It isn’t as bright as it was when you first arrived at the airport but when it still lights up the sky around three am, you’re grateful for being here, in Norway.

Norway is pretty in a way Korea has never been and being here, despite the mission you’re on, gives you a sense of peace and calmness Korea has never given you. It’s a foreign country and yet something about it, something about the sun not being allowed to set and give way to the stars and moon, to the darkness, you have the urge to stay here if you could. Forever if possible.

But peace can never truly stay forever as long as you live this life.

You have people to go after, a revenge plot you’re on. Maybe when everything is over, if you manage to survive in the end and meet your last victim without dying, maybe then you can return here.

But first comes earning Alexander’s favor.

“You’re going to be in charge of taking care of his dog?” Hoseok’s face is a bit comical when you relay them the news once morning comes and you arrive back at the place Namjoon has provided for you. “Just what do you know about taking care of dogs?”

“Not much,” you admit as you scroll through your phone in hopes of learning, “but Alexander’s given me a bit of trust so I might as well take the opportunity. Ah, speaking of,” you put your phone down for a second, looking between the two Bangtan men, “don’t the two of you have some experience in taking care of dogs? You’ll teach me, then.”

It’s a request that comes out of nowhere, especially after just dropping the bomb on them, but it’s not like there’s anything else they can really do.

Namjoon sent them here in support for you and despite the awkward air around each of you, you’re one to ignore all signs and pretend everything is and has always been alright.

“Well an important part of a dog’s routine is taking walks,” Jungkook speaks up after being quiet for a while. His brows are slightly furrowed, thinking. “Mr. Larsen has actually given you quite the task.”

He’s right.

Taking a dog out on walks means being out in the open air where enemy eyes are everywhere. If last night proves that Kiwi serves more purpose to Alexander than his own grandson — and the enemies know that — then being the dog sitter isn’t just any mere maid’s job.

They have to be smart, agile, quick, and strong because they’re looking after what equals an heir.

You’re basically Kiwi’s bodyguard.

“Maybe this is his way of testing me.” It has to be. He couldn’t just have trusted a random stranger to take care of something that clearly means a lot to him. Though that begs the question as to why.

Is it because you mentioned Kitagawa as your master? He’s quite well known after all, and well respected at that.

Still, something’s a little weird.

But if you’re trying to get close to the old man, you might as well take advantage of this while not forgetting to remain cautious.

No one can ever be trusted fully. There is always an ulterior motive behind one’s action.

“I have a question, sir.” When you return to the manor a little later that day, the first person you go to is Alexander, who easily allows you into his proximity just minutes after you asked for his time. You thought initially it’d be a while until you get your reply, after all, he’s a Godfather who’s probably busy with all sorts of things, which is why it’s surprising the reply came so soon and was received well.

His butler didn’t lead you to an office, rather, you found yourself walking into a pretty greenhouse that sort of reminds you of the one back at home.

It’s massive in size though, that’s a difference, but you can clearly tell it’s being taken care of well in the way your Reapers takes care of your greenhouse.

“One moment, Miss Y/N.”

Alexander has his back turned to you when you find him towards a corner, with a water can in hand as he personally feeds the plants the amount of water needed with a serene expression on his face.

Kiwi, who had followed you when you were led by the butler, walks over to respectfully nuzzle against his master’s foot.

“Pretty, aren’t they?” The old man comments with a smile once he’s done watering the plants and places the can back in its place.

“It’s a surprise you’re able to keep them alive here,” you utter as you take another look around at the greens all around you. “I have one back in Korea, though my Reapers take care of them.”

Alexander takes a seat on a bench and Kiwi jumps over to lay on his lap. “Taking care of things personally brings me peace.”

“...Does it, now?” In a world where things are always chaotic, you suppose having somewhere to go to for peace is ideal. “I don’t have a greenhouse for personal taste though.”

“Do you grow poison?” He asks and there’s really no use lying.

“Amongst other things.”

He falls silent for a moment, a serene silence, and it’s strange the way he looks at you in a way no one’s ever done before. You’ve seen creepy old men before, met a couple of them personally against your will, but Alexander doesn’t remind you much of them. He stands out further, but in a way that isn’t bad at all and for some reason that brings you another sort of uncomfortable feeling you don’t think you’ve ever felt before.

It’s strange and foreign, and perhaps he understands the effect he’s made on you because he lets out a light chuckle.

“I used to be just like you, little one.”

Your brows furrow at his words, confused. “I’m not sure I know what you mean, sir.”

“Always in a rush, never stopping to revel in the scenery.”

Because there’s no time for that. Time doesn’t wait for anyone and the enemies certainly don't. You’ve finally gained some sort of peace after your father’s death but even then, letting yourself go in order to be free from the chains isn’t exactly as easy as one may think.

You’re rushing because you want to reach peace, because you want a moment in time when things finally slows down and you’re okay with it, with the clocks existing, with the time ticking.

Peace doesn’t come to just anyone willingly.

“You’re anxious,” Alexander notes and perhaps you’re uncomfortable because he sees through a part of you that only people you allow in sees.

This is why you hate old people.

They can tell so easily because they’ve been through things.

“If I let time catch up on me, there will be nothing left in front of me.”

“Is that what you believe?” He asks, a hand running through Kiwi’s fur as the little dog begins to fall asleep. “What if what you want is already in front of you? Perhaps you just don’t want to face it because you’re afraid.”

Afraid?

Afraid of what?

But maybe he’s right. Maybe you know exactly what he’s talking about.

“You’re running away.”

Yes.

This man certainly does make you uncomfortable.

Not like the creeps, not like Leehyun, but not like Mister Butler either. Though in a way, there’s something familiar that you sense in him in the way you’ve felt with Mister Butler. As if he has a window to see through your soul.

But you’re sure not all old people know everything. They can only guess from what they’ve been given and seen.

You decide to keep your guard up.

“The question you wanted to ask,” perhaps he felt you trying to run from him so he changes the subject, “What was it?”

Right.

“When I take Kiwi out on walks, I’m sure you realize there may be people out there who will take advantage of those times. I don’t know the streets well and I don’t know who means well and who wants Kiwi dead. So I wanted to ask; the people that decide to come after me during Kiwi’s walk time, do you want them dead or alive when I bring them to you?”

So blunt and straight to the point, Alexander chuckles at that, amused.

“I’m sure a disciple of Master Kita will come to understand who poses a threat and who doesn't. I don’t care about the lives of those who want my little puppy dead. It doesn’t matter who they are, if they come after him, kill them. After all,” his eyes are gentle when he looks down at the puppy, though there’s a glint of danger that flashes in the light of his eyes, “only people with evil hearts will want to hurt an innocent puppy.”

Evil hearts. What a strange way to put it that way.

You get too curious not to ask; “Do you believe we aren’t evil? A little kid might subject us to the same category as them. We all kill after all. It doesn’t matter what, it doesn’t matter who. Killers are all evil in the eyes of some.”

He doesn’t think much on it when he answers your question. “In my eyes, many of us, like you and I, kill only for survival.” You and I, he says. “If an apocalypse were to happen, you’d kill a zombie for survival, wouldn’t you? You wouldn’t just it bite you and you certainly wouldn’t let them bite someone you care for. You’d kill them. For survival.”

He looks up, eyes as clear as day. “This business we’re in…we’re in the same boat.”

Killing to survive.

Killing because there is no other choice.

You don’t think you’ve ever met a man like him who seems so sentimental on life as if a part of him is satisfied with what he’s gone through but he also holds some regret, things he knows beyond you, years he’s lived more than you, and has gained wisdom from all the experience.

No one from this business has ever looked in the same lens as he does on life and you hate it.

You hate how it makes you feel.

So you drop the subject and leave the greenhouse, feeling that creepy sense of goosebumps on your body as you go.

When Kiwi wakes from his nap a little after, he comes to find you and you take him out on the walk you promised him before that meeting with Alexander.

The walk is nice, the scenery different from that of Seoul, and the breath of fresh air it allows you to intake with a piece of mind helps you remain calm and collected. Kiwi walks beside you without a leash, his little feet taking you down the paths as if he’s done this a thousand times before, with his little nose curious at every little thing around him.

He doesn’t ever stray away and you guess perhaps even the little one understands the dangers of what it means to be himself. In all honesty, you prefer cats over dogs but you have to admit this isn’t so bad — well, being in Norway helps, you guess.

In Seoul, the streets wouldn’t forgive you for taking a walk so carefreely like this.

But of course, Norway has its own dangers. You are taking care of a prominent figure of a powerful mafia after all.

For the most part, you had been following Kiwi and letting him guide you where his nose leads him, but when the two of you come towards a lake where lies a bridge at the center, the little puppy suddenly stops in his tracks, sniffs the air, before retracing back to you.

Your brows furrow slightly when he steps up to your feet, hiding in between them, and when you hear a small noise out of the ordinary and look up with a calm gaze at the sudden new presence that has now surround the both of you, an exasperated sigh leaves you.

So much for peace and quiet.

“Hey lady, what’re you doing with that dog?” A man asks in Norwegian.

“Dog sitting,” you reply in English.

They look amongst one another, confusion plastered on their faces probably because they’ve never seen you around before and when Kiwi grinds his teeth and growls lowly at them, you put a foot closer to him, trying to ease the little puppy.

“What happened to the old sitter? Dead?” He speaks up again, a brow raised your way. Perhaps he’s testing your ability to understand him so when he speaks in his language, you continue replying in English with perfect understanding of one another.

“Not dead. I’m just a temporary sitter.”

“And who are you? I’ve never seen you around Alexander before.”

“Just a common girl.” You take a small step back seeing the way he reaches for something in his pockets.

“You should know that the streets are dangerous.”

A little chuckle leaves you. “I wouldn’t be trusted with Alexander’s dog if I didn’t know that, now would I? Still, that’s a very bad idea,” you beckon at the gun he pulls out. “You wouldn’t want to do that.”

The corner of his lip curls upwards as he brings his gun forward to his face, playing with it just as his friends start to close in on you. “And why not? Are you afraid, little common girl?”

“Afraid?” You tilt your head back, laughing. “No, no, it’s not me who should be afraid.” He sends you a furrow in his brows at the way you look so relaxed and so you go on. “Alexander has already given me permission to eliminate anyone who poses a threat, which means I don’t have to go easy on you or spare your lives.”

“Really?” He scoffs, taunting you. “One against seven, you really think a little girl like you can take us?”

“Oh no, I’m not talking about me, though you’d be surprised I can totally take you.”

“What?”

“You should learn to heighten your senses, old man, maybe then you’d realize we aren’t the only ones here.” With that signal, someone from the group has their neck slashed from behind and another one gets shot right in the head.

One by one, they fall as you calmly pick up the scared little dog and stroke along his head to calm him down. He leans into your touch as the two of you ignore what’s happening around you, and once he finally seems alright again, you turn back to where Jungkook and Hoseok are standing, the enemies all dead on the ground.

You take one glance down at the dead bodies before checking the time on your watch. “I’ll inform Alexander and have his people clean this up,” you say as you reach for your phone. “Meanwhile, would one of you like to accompany me back to his mansion? Take on the role Taehyung took back at London?”

Jungkook comes along while Hoseok stays back and the walk back for the most part lies in silence.

Drama only occurs once you return to the mansion, hearing the sound of a familiar voice you haven’t heard in some time now. He shouts angrily you hear it through the halls and when you walk into the living room, you find Karl Larsen with three of his men behind him, reprimanding poor little Ester with Asher standing off to the side, looking bored and exasperated of his uncle.

No one stops him.

“Are you that incompetent? Just how useless are you that my father has to choose a stranger to take over your job? I told you to keep an eye on that mutt and you can’t even do that?”

Huh. Who would have thought Ester was actually Karl’s servant who had been assigned to look over Kiwi before you came in to take over temporarily? Though from the looks of it, when she cowers in fear under his demands, her head lowered, eyes tightly shut, shoulders trembling slightly, she doesn’t like this man so much.

Who does after all?

But she did look a lot more carefree living in this manor, looking after Kiwi under Alexander’s commands. Alexander isn’t known to bring just anyone in to work for him, which means Ester managed to gain his trust. He’s good at knowing who to trust, he wouldn’t just be easily swayed by his own blood’s opinions, so if given the chance, you believe that Ester wouldn’t hesitate to betray Karl.

She’s a sweet girl, you don’t doubt that.

Asher on the other hand, you aren’t too sure if a man like him deserves the benefit of the doubt.

He senses your presence though, unlike Karl and his men, and when he looks up to meet your eyes from the entryway of the living room, he stands up a little more straight, a small curl turning upwards upon the corner of his lips.

Maybe he’s just bored with petty family affairs and has no say in what his uncle wants or does. Family positions are important in the mafia after all.

“Where is she? The new girl?” Karl’s voice snaps back, his eyes bulging and you step towards them despite Jungkook’s caution, knowing the signs of that man. “Bring her to me now, you useless—”

His hand raises in the air and before it can come down at the young girl’s head, you grab his wrist mid-air with your left hand, stopping him successfully. “If you’re really that upset about the change, why don’t you bring it up to your father, spoiled old man?”

His brows furrow tightly when he looks your way initially, before his expression begins to cool and soften when he realizes just who it is that dared to stop him from punishing his subordinate. The strength of his arm weakens and he brings it back to his side, fixing the cuff of his suit, while a smirk plays on his lips as he keeps his gaze on you.

“Y/N,” the way he says your name makes you want to vomit and though for a second looking at that familiar, disgusting smirk on his face causes your mind to want to resurface the memories of all the things he’s done, you keep them back in, focusing on other things to not trigger it. “Look at you, you’ve grown so much since the last time I saw you. What are you doing here in Norway? Came to pay me a visit?”

He doesn’t know what happened to your father, you realize through those words, which is a bit surprising because of how close the two of them were, but then again, after the wipe of your father and his people, it kind of makes sense Karl never got word of your father’s death.

Both Asher and Jungkook are confused about the way Karl is acting so friendly and close to you, as well as the way he just naturally turns his attention from being angry at Ester to invite you to take a seat.

You follow him and settle Kiwi in your lap and see the way he glances at the puppy, a slight bitterness contouring his features before it disappears all too quickly.

He doesn’t like Kiwi, that much is clear, and with the way he addresses you, you can tell this man still thinks you of the naive little girl who would submit to just anyone without fighting back.

“Your words are a lot sharper than they used to be,” he notes, remembering the way you spoke to him. “Seems you’re finally growing into the woman that your father trained you to be.”

With a hand stroking the fur of Kiwi’s, you take a look at his three men. One of them is someone you recognize, the other two are completely new faces.

“Tell me then, how have you been since I left Seoul?”

One year, he came and left — not even one year but a summer, four months — and that was all it took for him to do all the things he’d done.

“I have news to give you, sir,” you say and he tsks at you.

“Come on now, call me what you used to call me. We were close, weren’t we? Don’t treat me like a stranger now, Y/N.”

He puts a hand on your shoulder and you bite your tongue back, resisting the urge to run from his touch. So with a tight grin, you give him the news he’s been needing to catch up on. “I am the Grim Reaper now..uncle.”

That amused expression on his face falls slightly, masked with surprise and confusion, and he takes one look at Jungkook who stands guard behind you, before returning his gaze back on you, flabbergasted.

“Your father’s dead?” He breathes, not believing it. “Why didn’t anyone tell me? How’d he die?”

Telling him the truth now would lead to an outburst from him and you can’t have Jungkook seeing that. Karl is a madman and if he knows of the truth here before strangers outside his and your people, he will definitely forget about the way your true relationship with your father is supposed to be kept a secret from the public.

“I apologize, uncle, preparations for his funeral and my succession took longer than expected.” Jungkook knows those words aren’t true but thankfully he knows to keep quiet.

“I could have helped,” Karl insists and you give him a pressed smile.

It’s strange the way he can’t comprehend just why the daughter of his friend whom he’s hurt many times did not want him involved in her family affairs, but you guess the minds of psychopaths are just like that. They can understand human emotions but they cannot feel them, and so they cannot emphasize with others.

“Do you not remember all the things you’ve done to me?” You want to ask him. “Do you not recall what you and father had done? Why would I want your help?” But you bite your tongue back just as Kiwi stirs from your touch, probably sensing a change in you.

The more you face the people who have done you wrong, the harder it is to keep the facade, you realize. Namjoon once said to stop before it all breaks you and you told him broken things cannot be broken even more but perhaps they can.

They can.

You’ve reached your breaking point before, not just once or twice, and yet it seems the world has just proven to you that glass can keep shattering and shattering until there is nothing left but dust.

Are you prepared to turn into dust?

You are. You’ve said it before.

“A broken glass can never mend itself to the way it used to be, the only thing it can do is break even more.”

You were prepared, your body was, but is your mind prepared? Will your mind ever be prepared?

No one is ever prepared to be broken, even if they think they are, and breaking again and again does not make you numb to the pain.

Kiwi whimpers on your lap, his head nuzzling into the palm of your hand when you stop stroking him. They say that dogs can smell human emotions and in turn, adopt them as their own, and hearing the distress whimpers, you try to return to Karl and give him a reply and yet nothing happens. You can’t even open your mouth to speak. You feel frozen on the spot.

Why now? Why now, whynow, whynow,whynowwhynow?

Footsteps are heard upon the silence of the room. “What’s making my Kiwi sound like that?” A low rumble demands an answer but you remain still, unable to move.

You feel paralyzed.

Kiwi looks up at his master’s voice for a second before going back to nuzzle against you and lend you his warmth, and while the people in the room stand up straight at his presence, Karl even going up to greet his father, you remain planted on the sofa.

Alexander ignores Karl to walk over to where his puppy is. He takes a glance your way, with Asher confused and Jungkook concerned and a little panicked because of the state you’re in, but rather than making this a big deal and reprimanding you for causing his puppy to sound the way he does, Alexander instead remains calm.

“Come here, Kiwi,” he calls, and though the pup hesitates at first, looking between you and his master, he eventually jumps up and into Alexander’s arms. “Karl, I’ll deal with you later. Right now I’m too busy to entertain guests.”

Though Karl looks like he wants to protest at first, he nods in reply, knowing he cannot talk back to his father. You were hoping he’d just leave it at that and go ahead with his men but for some reason, he just has to turn to you.

“My deepest condolences, Y/N. Let’s have tea to catch up next time, yeah?” Unable to grasp the situation, he reaches out to place a hand on your cheek, a smile on his face, before he arches his back straight again to bid Alexander goodbye.

In that moment, you stand, though it’s only because staying on that couch feels disgusting now having to sit still and do nothing when he reached out to touch you. You hate the touch, it burns you, but you remain silent when you stand a little behind Alexander, nodding Karl goodbye, and only once he leaves does the room feel a little easier to breathe in.

Just a little.

“Should I call Mingyu?” Jungkook asks when you return to the room Alexander prepared for you that first night you met him. He watches you with keen eyes and observance as you walk further into the room, away from the door, eyes still refusing to look anyone in the eyes, silent with a blank expression. “Or..should I leave the room?”

You don’t give him an answer but you’re thinking.

How far is it from here to the manor Namjoon prepared for you? A couple of minutes away by vehicle, which means it wouldn’t be that difficult for him to come here. But him coming here would mean a hassle because then you’d have to let the people here know that Mingyu’s one of yours and you don’t feel like interacting with anyone right now. A letter in your handwriting wouldn’t suffice either because they don’t know your handwriting.

You could honestly call Ester and describe Mingyu’s face to tell her he’s with you but that would mean interacting.

Jungkook could leave the room and yet the thought of him leaving gives a small dread in the pits of your stomach because you hate being alone and left in an unfamiliar place and right now he’s the only thing that’s familiar to you.

Familiar.

How funny that this familiar person left you to fend for yourself and gave you his cold shoulders when you needed him most.

And yet there’s no other choice.

So just like back in London when you familiarized yourself with Seokjin’s warmth and kindness for that split second, you turn around to face Jungkook.

He stands far from you, having not moved from the door since the two of you walked in, and a part of you hates that despite what he’s done to you, you know Jungkook is a man with natural kindness and would never do anything that would harm you on purpose. You see it in the way he keeps his distance, in the two questions he asked, how he doesn’t try to approach you, that unlike Karl who doesn’t know how to take a hint, he understands your fear of being touched by men even though you did allow Yoongi to hold you and poked Seokjin slightly on the shoulder.

He respects your boundaries. He always had, he always did.

So why did it have to end with him giving you the cold shoulders and pretending he hated you? Why did things have to turn out the way it did?

You’re so tired. Tired of everything.

“Come here,” you call for him, and you hate how even when you give him permission to come close, he still hesitates, concerned for the state of your mind.

When he approaches, his steps are slow, and once he’s inches away from you, you hold out the palm of your hand.

“I want you to help me with something,” you say, “you don’t have to do much, just..stay still and…and give me your hand.”

His brows are knitted, eyes staring down at your palm as if this isn’t a good idea. “I’m sorry,” he tells you, feeling conflicted. “Hoseok should have been here, we should have switched places. He would’ve been a better choice in—”

“I know Hoseok would have been the better choice but we can’t turn back time now can we?!” Your patience is starting to wear thin and when he flinches a little at the way you raise your voice, your own eyes widen at what you’d just done. Shocked at how easy it was to lose control, and when you begin to spiral out of fear for raising your voice at him, you put your hands in your hair, trembling.

“I’m sorry, please just…just help me, Jungkook. You have to replace what he did. I hate it, I hate his touch, and right now I’d rather feel your touch than his so please…please?” You look up at him, not caring that you’re pleading and looking desperate.

When he sees it, sees the way your eyes gloss over with a glaze of water, at your panicked tone and your begging for his help, he gives you his hand.

You take it and press his palm onto your cheek, over that burning feeling from where Karl touched you, and the peace that you yearned for doesn’t come right away. You struggle for a bit and your legs almost give in from the weakness but Jungkook’s right there to hold you up and bring you over to the bed so that you don’t have to rely on your legs.

He remains standing before you, watching as you rest your eyes while keeping his hand pressed to your skin.

It takes some time for the storm to wash away and for the calm to walk over but it comes, eventually, and when it does come, it isn’t in the way it is with Mingyu. Jungkook doesn’t give you the sort of calm that your second in command gives you, though you expected it because no one can replace Mingyu’s warmth.

The sort of calm Jungkook gives you follows with pain and grief over what had been lost all those years ago.

His warmth, his presence, his puppy-like self following you around, willing to do anything and everything for you. He’d always been such a quiet man who follows the rules well, who does everything with great effort, who is sometimes too naive and gets roped up in Jimin’s antics and gets scolded for things he didn’t do.

Always there to lend you his jacket when you shivered in the slightest way, always there to protect you from anyone that bothered you, noticing the smallest things, and though you relied on him for a lot of things, he relied on you in turn as well.

You understood him in ways the others couldn’t, the two of you in love like those two innocent little kids who were finding out what it meant to love someone for the first time. Soft and gentle, a bit awkward and clumsy.

“They didn’t have the drink that you like but I got you…” He walks back with a hand holding onto a glass of something for you to drink, but in the middle of his sentence, Jungkook’s expression falls. “...Something happened.”

Immediately, he’s shifting his head around to try and find who it was that approached you tonight but before he can get too far, you’re grabbing ahold of his arm and pulling his attention back on you.

“It…nothing happened,” you insist with a bit of panic on your expression, afraid of what Jungkook might do out in public like this, all the while trying to see if you can catch of glimpse of Namjoon anywhere on the floor. Thankfully he isn’t around, otherwise he’d be able to also tell something was wrong with one look your way.

There are days when hiding your emotions are easy and there are other days when it’s a little more difficult. Like on the days when people make you uncomfortable and you just can’t seem to hide it well. Those days are hard.

And Jungkook, who looks back at you, clearly doesn’t buy your little protest. “Y/N, I need you to just point out—”

“Please.” You squeeze his biceps, holding yourself close to him, pleading with your eyes as you look up at him, and Jungkook immediately recognizes just what those eyes are trying to tell him;

‘Don’t leave me alone.’

You’re frightened, he realizes, and after a small look around the room to check his surrounding, he brings you in close to him and keeps you by his side as he takes your hand and brings you around to an empty space where the two of you can be left alone together.

“Is there anything you need?” Is the first thing he asks you as he sits you down on a seat in the empty room, but you simply shake your head and squeeze his hand tight.

“Just you,” you say in a quiet voice, and Jungkook stays with you that night without ever leaving your side, all the while you simply hold onto the touch of his hand, the feel of it a comfort unlike any other.

His touch reminds you of those memories, of the past and the tears and the smiles, and though you hate the pain that it resurfaces, you’d rather revel in this pain than the pain of remembering the memories with Karl.

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braxlrose · 9 months

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will you write again soon? 🤍

a/n: yall so I can't get this out of my head so I just HAVE to write about it. but do you guys know that show Switched at Birth? okay well if you don't basically these two girls who were born on the same day, same year were accidentally switched in the hospital and went home with the wrong families and 16 years later one of the girls took a blood test and found out she wasn't related to her parents and then they ended up meeting the other girl who was switched at birth and they all got to know eachother. so basically im gonna be writing that but with bill. and it's gonna be x daughter!reader who is a lot like bill, super fashionable and has big hair, and is in a band. and when he first meets her for the first time he was super excited.

this is how I imagine daughter!readers style and hair is. so it is definitely some what of an oc, but no names will be used only reader or y/n.

hair:

style:

instrument/type of guitar:

(also if anybody is wondering, the guy in the first pictures his name is Daisuke "Die" Andou from the band Dir En Grey which is a japanese heavy metal band)

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viviennevermillion · 2 years

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Cooking with him

notes: long story short, I found out about this anime, saw a picture of Daisuke, instantly realized I would love him and decided to binge all 11 episodes and now I'm here. I would marry Daisuke in a heartbeat. Feel free to send me requests for Fugou Keiji Balance: Unlimited! I'm writing for Daisuke, Haru, Suzue and Hoshino for now.

contains: daisuke kambe x gn!reader, haru kato x gn!reader

warnings: none

Daisuke is fairly new to cooking as he's always had a butler do it for him. But we've seen how proud he was about learning to make a tasty dish for the first time. That aside, Haru would often talk about cooking, so by now Daisuke is fairly open to learning new dishes to cook. He will deny this and say there's no need for him to learn how to cook and he's only doing it because he wants to see you happy but you can see he's having fun and he's boasting about the final result

You decide to start with something easy as he is inexperienced. Probably an easy one-pot dish or street food.

If it's street food there are actually quite a lot of things he's never tried. He heard of most of them but only from the media.

He's still....struggling with the knife. Don't even attempt to guide his hands, this is just going to distract him and increase the chances of him accidentally cutting his finger. "It's bleeding", he just says dryly and looks at you. You sigh and shake your head, reaching for the band-aid. Daisuke is pouting about the fact that you already expected something like this to happen and put them on the counter next to you.

You put the band-aid on his small cut and press a kiss to his hand. He's hesitating for a moment, looking at you with curiousity. "Why?", he just asks. "So it heals faster", you smile at him. He's confused. "Do it again." You chuckle and press another kiss to his knuckles before cupping his cheeks and giving him a kiss on the lips.

Daisuke is having some issues to properly understand the instructions on the recipe sometimes. He thinks caramelizing onions means putting caramel on them. When you explain what it actually is he furrows his brows. "Why don't they just say that then?"

"With 'seperate the egg' what do they mean? Crack it open? Separate the yellow from the white?"

When you cook something, he wraps his arms around you from behind and rests his head on your shoulder, watching you curiously. Occasionally he presses an appreciative kiss to your neck and nuzzles your skin while closing his eyes.

He's actually pretty careless when it comes to spilling things. Will end up with stains of tomato sauce etc. all the time on his white shirts. "Daisuke-" "It's fine this was only 65400 yen."

You hold your head. "Evil capitalist..." This gets a chuckle out of Daisuke and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

When you put the final result on the plates he's like "What about the side dishes and the appetizers and the dessert? Aren't we going to make that too?" "We're not making a dinner with several courses."

He absolutely adores the dish. You can see how proud he is of having made this and he's basically waiting for you to tell him excitedly how much you like it.

This is the reason he'll occasionally start asking HEUSC for 5 star recipes and attempts preparing them for you. He's....not THAT successful with that since those are way above the difficulty level he can currently master. So he begrudgingly resorts to simpler recipes again or asks Haru for help. Literally just sends him a text like "Come to my house" without any additional information and Haru thinks it's work-related until Daisuke leads him into the kitchen and is like "I need to prepare dinner for y/n."

He's having the sweetest smile on his face when you like the dish he cooked. He'll pull you into a hug after you have finished eating and just holds you for a while.

Haru is experienced with cooking so if you're a beginner, he's perfectly able to teach you how to make a tasty dinner. If you cook for yourself regularly as well, he'll be happy to exchange tips and recipes with you.

He always invites you over to cook with him. When you knock on the door of his small apartment, he smiles at you and wraps you into a tight embrace before he presses a kiss to your lips. He grabs his wallet and keys and you're off to the grocery store around the corner.

Haru and you always go grocery shopping together and you share the bill. He always gets you a little something like an ice cream or your favorite candy to remind you he loves you and to see you smile.

Back at his apartment you prepare the ingredients together. Haru occasionally glances at you from the side and can't help but smile. Somehow you doing such simple things like cutting vegetables or inspecting the recipe makes him realize how much he loves you. Doing domestic things with you always makes him look forward to spending his future with you.

He'll also often wrap his arms around you from behind and loves when you do the same. "I love you", he smiles at you and kisses you softly.

Occasionally will feed you some of the ingredients, like a cheese cube or a slice of tomato etc.

When the food is in the oven or currently cooking, Haru spends the time with you sitting on his lap and snuggling you. He often uses these moments to talk about your day and what he did at work today. Of course he leaves out all the confidential stuff, but there's always something happening that he can tell you about. Sometimes he complains about Daisuke. "And then he bought the entire mall just to put it on lockdown so the criminal couldn't flee the building-"

You taste the food together to see if it still needs some spices.

He always listens to your input and values it greatly.

He even tries to make the dinner look fancy. He puts a vase with flowers on the table and lights up some candles.

He's very relieved and happy when you like the dinner he made. He'll often surprise you with a dessert he made earlier before you arrived and stored in the fridge until now.

Sometimes when you text him that you had a stressful day he'll prepare dinner for you on his own to surprise you. He'll guide you to the table and presses a kiss to your lips, asking you to let him spoil you today. "You deserve some rest", he smiles and caresses your cheek.

After you finished eating he'll carry you to the bathroom to take a bath with you or to the bed if you need to sleep. Either way, he'll hold you close and nuzzles your cheek with a peaceful smile on his face.

When you two bake together, once or twice the original plan had escalated into a flour fight. "I hate us for having to clean this up now", you sigh and Haru laughs, chucking another hand of flour towards your shoulder.

You pout and he cups your face and presses multiple kisses to your lips.

Sometimes he'll bring things you baked to his workplace and shares them with his colleagues, slightly bragging about how his awesome s/o made these delicious treats. He's super proud of you.

#daisuke kambe x reader #haru kato x reader #haru katou x reader #fugou keiji balance unlimited #the millionaire detective #the millionare detective balance: unlimited #fkbu #fkbu haru #fkbu daisuke #daisuke kambe #haru katou #haru kato #fkbu x reader

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imagineanime2022 · 2 years

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Their Child Does And/Or Says Something Mean *Part 2*

Daichi Sawamura X Reader, Koshi Sugawara X Reader, Asahi Azumane X Reader, Kyoomi Sakusa X Reader

Requested: @mpregandmore

Summary: Your the step parent and the kids are being mean.

Warning: Ungrateful Kids, Injury (Sakusa & Daichi), Fight (Asahi)

Part 1 (Toru Oikawa, Issei Matsukawa, Hajime Iwaizumi, Takahiro Hanamaki, Kentaro Kyotani)

*Part 3* (Kotaro Bokuto X Reader, Keiji Akaashi X Reader, Atsumu Miya X Reader, Rintaro Suna X Reader, Osamu Miya X Reader)

*Part 4* (Tetsuro Kuroo X Reader, Kozume Kenma X Reader)

Daichi Sawamura

👮 Daichi wasn’t a reckless person but once he actually became a police officer, the hours just didn’t fit with his previous partner and they ended up parting ways, however she was pregnant at the time. 👮 Daichi loved his little boy, but that didn’t mean that he went easy on him, there were rules he needed to follow and he knew this. 👮 When you joined the family permanently, Daisuke showed that he loved you as much as he loved his parents and for the most part listened to what you asked of him. 👮 There were still times that he pushed his luck and most of the time that was when Daichi wasn't around.

You opened the door for Daisuke as he run into the living room kicking off his shoes on the way, you glanced at him and walked into the kitchen, taking the homework out of his bag and laying it on the table walking into the living room “Daisuke you know the rules, come and finish some of the homework while I cook dinner.” You ordered and he looked at you and fell forward on the sofa. “But I’m tired.” Came his muffled reply. “I know but it’s Friday so you don’t have to do all of it today, I just need you to do some of it okay?” You asked. “Fine.” He agreed before getting up and walking into the kitchen, he sat down at the table and started working at you started cooking, you were about halfway through making the meal when Daisuke balancing on the back legs of the chair that he was sitting on, the kitchen was pretty small so if he fell he was going to hit his head pretty hard. “Daisuke, please don’t do that.” You requested as you continued to cook, “Nothing is going to happen.” He argued. “You could really hurt yourself.” You warned him. “I don’t have to listen to you, you're not my mum.” You turned away for a second and when you turned around you saw that he was doing it again, you were walking over to tell him to stop again when the chair tipped too far, you dove forward and caught the chair and Daisuke before he could hurt himself. “Are you okay?” You asked. “Yeah.” He answered as he looked at you, “I’m sorry.” “It’s alright just please don’t do that again.” You pleaded. “I won’t.” He answered, nodding “Your hand is bleeding.” You looked at your hand and saw that you were bleeding. “Oh don’t worry about that.” You smiled as you walked over to the sink and started washing your hands. “I didn’t mean what I said.” You looked back at him as you waited for you to continue. “I think you and Daddy should get married and then you can be my mum too.” “You think you can get me a plaster?” You asked and he nodded going into the bathroom to get you what you asked for, when he came back you put your hand out to him “you think you can put that on for me?” He nodded sticking the plaster over the small cut, you attempted to pull your hand away but he stopped you pressing a kiss to the plaster before nodding and going back to his homework.

After eating dinner you both watched a movie and ended up falling asleep on the sofa, Daichi came in at 11:00pm he smiled as he walked into the living room, he pressed a kiss to your forehead before lifting Daisuke off of you and carrying him into his room. “Dad?” He was woken up by Daichi putting him in bed. “Hey.” Daichi greeted him, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “Where’s mum?” He mumbled and Daichi frowned. “She’s not here.” He answered honestly. “But we were just watching a movie.” He answered, Daichi’s eyes moved back in the direction of the stairs and living room. “(Y/N)?” Daichi asked “she’s downstairs I’m going to go and get her in a minute, you both fell asleep.” “Okay. Night Dad, I love you.” “I love you too Bud.” He said softly walked towards the door turning on the nightlight and then turning off the lamp before closing the door. Daichi then headed downstairs and found that you were still asleep, he turned off the T.V before easily lifting you off the sofa. “How was work?” You mumbled slightly woken up. “Work was fine.” He answered as he walked into the bedroom and gently placed you on the bed leaving you to get comfortable while he got changed, he climbed into bed pulling you over to lay with him, the plaster on your hand catching his eye. “What happened to your hand?” “We had a little incident today but it’s all cleared up now.” You explained. “Whatever you did worked because he called you mum tonight.” He answered and you smiled. “He did?” You asked. “Mmhm.” He hummed “get some sleep, I’ve got tomorrow off so we can talk then.” “Night Daichi, love you.” You mumbled falling asleep again. “Night sweetheart, I love you too.” Daichi said before settling himself.

Koshi Sugawara

🙌 Suga was very much a paternal figure from a very young age. It started with his volleyball team and continued into his professional life so it did not surprise you when he said that he had a daughter. 🙌 You were surprised that he was a single father, Suga was a catch you couldn’t understand why anyone would have let him go, later on in the relationship you found out that his previous partner just didn’t know how to keep her hands to herself. 🙌 Kimiko bumped into you at the supermarket when she lost her Dad, you helped her find him and were surprised to find a hot single father frantically asking if anyone had seen his little girl. 🙌 Suga stayed in contact after that, insisting that he thank you for your help and then asking you on a date afterwards. Kimiko had always liked you but puberty brought it’s own problems.

Kimiko had come home from school, you knew because the door slammed behind her “Kimiko I told you about slamming the door!” You called from the kitchen as you dried your hands. “I don’t have to listen to you, this isn’t even your house.” You heard her say as you met her in the hallway. “Excuse me?” You asked. “You heard what I said.” She said flinging her shoes across the hallway in the direction of the shoe rack. “Can you put those away properly please?” You asked, she just looked at you before shoving past you to get to the stairs, you fell against the wall, ankle twisting as you tripped over the shoes you had asked her to put away. You struggled to the freezer grabbing something to put on your ankle before struggling to sit down.

Suga came through the door 15 minutes later, you heard him shuffling around in the hall and then he walked into the living room “what happened!?” He asked. “Nothing just hurt my foot, it’s nothing I was going to cook dinner in a minute though.” You waved him off but he walked over and crouched where your foot was raised on the table and moved the ice to see the large bruise forming over your ankle. “You won’t be doing anything.” He frowned as he lifted your leg and felt you flinch. “Sorry love, we need to wrap this okay, I think it’s just a sprain but we’ll see what it looks like in the morning.” He said softly “Kimiko!” “Yeah!?” She called back. “Can you bring down the first aid kit please!?” He asked, voice raised as he tried to keep your foot steady. “Are you going to tell me what happened or not?” “I just tripped over her shoes again, it’s nothing.” You waved him off and he looked at you and while you were sure that he wasn’t convinced he didn’t say anything. “What happened?” You heard Kimiko before you saw her but the moment that she saw your ankle her breath hitched. “That’s my fault.” She said as tears gathered in her eyes. “No, I mean you left your shoes out but it was an accident.” Suga tried consoling her as he reached out for the first aid kit, you hissed as your ankle rolled “sorry Love.” “Yes it is, this happened earlier, don’t lie to me, I did this didn’t I?” She looked at you and you sighed tears coming to your eyes. “You didn’t mean to hurt me.” You said softly. “What happened?” Suga asked, gently wrapping your foot. “Earlier-” “No, Kimiko, tell me what happened.” Suga stopped you from talking as he looked at his daughter waiting for the story, Kimiko explained what happened before looking at you. “I never meant to hurt you.” “I know you didn’t.” You said opening your arms for her, she walked over carefully climbing onto the sofa next to you and accepting the hug. “You know how you can make it up to us?” Suga asked as he walked over to sit on your other side. “Hmm?” She hummed. “You can make dinner.” He said as you looked at him and rolled your eyes. “I can still-” “Do nothing.” They both said at the same time. “I’ll cook but you have to make sure that she doesn’t do anything.” Kimiko ordered as she rushed off into the kitchen. “Please don’t be mad at her, she made a mistake and she apologized.” You leaned your head against his shoulder. “I’m not mad at her but she’s still grounded for pushing you.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Now you rest until dinner is done, I’ll wake you up when it is.”

Asahi Azumane

🪡 Asahi was a bit scatterbrained in life so being a single parent was a challenge for him but he tried his best however when he met you he could not have been happier. 🪡 Akito was young when you and Asahi started dating and so to him it was normal for you to be there and he even thought that you were his Mum. 🪡 When he started in High School people started asking questions about his family and that was when he realized that you weren’t entirely the same as everyone else. 🪡 You guys never meant to keep it a secret but you never got to explain that before he assumed that you had been lying all his life.

You heard the door open and close “When were you going to tell me?” Akito asked as he walked into the kitchen, throwing his bag on the floor. “Tell you what?” You asked. “That you’re not even my real Mum!” He answered and you looked at him in time to catch his glare. “Where did you hear that?” You asked. “You think that I’d never find out!? What happened? Did you just take her place? What happened to her?” He asked as he stepped closer, his hands flinging out and knocking the glass containers on the floor. “You’ll have to ask your Dad what happened.” You answered because the truth of the matter is that you never cared enough to ask, he said that it didn’t end well and you never pushed for an explanation. “No, you tell me!” He ordered as he knocked more glass to the floor, you pulled yourself up onto the counter top to protect your feet as you pulled your knees up to your chest. “I can’t tell you, I don’t know what happened between your mother and your father.” You answered honestly, you could see that he didn’t believe you but before you could say anything else Asahi appeared in the doorway behind him. “What the hell is going on!?” He asked as he looked between the two of you. “When were you going to tell me that she’s not even my real mum? Was she just some woman that you wanted more?” He asked. “Careful what you say.” Asahi warned him as he looked over at you. “You have to tell him, whatever happened he needs to know.” You said. “I can go stay somewhere else for a couple of days or something but you guys need to talk.” “You aren’t going anywhere.” Asahi pointed at you before turning to his son. “You have no right to talk to or about (Y/N) she has raised you since you were younger and she’s never treated you anymore less then her own son, your mother was not a bad person but she didn’t know how to make the right choice and one day she almost got you killed and I had to leave, she’s never tried to find us since.” “She hurt me?” Akito asked. “You remember you always used to ask me about the scar on your shoulder?” Asahi asked and he nodded. “She did that.” “I didn't… I’m sorry… I just didn’t understand why you never told me.” Akito stuttered out as he looked over at you. “It’s okay, are you hurt?” You asked. “No.” He answered “I’m fine.” “Good, go into the living room, be careful as you do, when you get to the door take off your shoes so you don’t walk the glass into the living room carpet.” You ordered. “Can I go to my room?” He asked. “Of course, we’ll call you when we decide what we are going to do for dinner.” You smiled as he walked towards the living room door, he turned one last time. “I’m really sorry.” He said before you heard him going upstairs. “Alright Babe I’m going to come over and grab you okay?” Asahi asked. “Okay.” You answered softly as he walked over. Once he was close enough he guided your legs around his waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck, once he had lifted you off the counter and was holding you tight to his body he could feel you shaking. “It’s alright love, I’ve got you now.” He promised as he walked out the kitchen and kicked off his own shoes before walking into the living room. Asahi walked over to the sofa sitting down with you straddling his waist. “Are you okay?” “I’m okay.” You answered while pressing your face into his neck. “I never meant for this to happen, this is all my fault.” Asahi held you tighter “you could have gotten really badly hurt.” “This was no one's fault, you're both just really emotional people, you were both hurt and you dealt with it differently, we’re all okay and that’s all that matters.” You said softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. “Where are you going?” He asked as you attempted to get up. “I have to clean the kitchen.” You answered. “No he’ll clean up the kitchen, we’ll order something and we can eat in here.” He answered. “We’ll order it in a minute but first just sit with me for a little while yeah?”

A couple of minutes later Akito came back down the stairs and you glanced at him and smiled by now, Asahi had changed position so that he was laying against your chest between you legs, you had taken his hair out of it usual bun and started massaging his scalp which seemed to have sent him to sleep. “He’s asleep?” Akito asked. “Yeah.” You answered. “Are you hungry? Here, pick something.” You handed him your phone, he took it and started to scroll through the app looking at restaurants. “You know you're the best mum I could have asked for.” He suddenly said and you looked at him “anyone else would have hated me after everything that I did today.” “The right people understand why you did what you did today.” You answered “the truth is it was never the right way to go about it. We both know that so how about we leave it where it is and we move on with the promise that we never confront a problem like that ever again.” “Okay.” He nodded. “Promise?” You asked putting out your pinky. “Promise.” He answered with a roll of his eyes.

Kyoomi Sakusa

😷 You honestly have no idea how Kyoomi managed to become a single father and he never spoke about it, you never really asked, there were parts of his life that he was still private about. 😷 Omi was struggling with being a single parent so when he met you and Kyou actually liked you he felt like his life was finally figuring itself out, he honestly couldn’t be happier. 😷 Due to his work Omi was away a lot and that meant that you were left with his daughter and as much her father was a careful and clean person you had learned that she was nowhere near the same. 😷 Now just because Kyou liked you didn’t mean that she didn’t still push the boundaries to see what she could get and most of the time that resulted in you having to put her in her place but there was the small percentage that resulted in someone getting hurt too.

It was a nice day out so you decided to let Kyou play in the garden while you got her dinner ready, you were keeping an eye on her while washing up everything that you used, there was a small part of the garden that you and Kyoomi had been trying to get treated because of the stinging nettles that kept growing there, you asked Kyou not to play near there because of the weeds but today it seemed that was the instruction that she was going to ignore, you noticed her straying towards them and called out to her “Kyou please come away from there.” When she continued to ignore you, you dried your hands and walked over to where she was playing “Kyou, what have we told you about playing over here?” “Not to.” She mumbled. “Come on then back to the other side of the garden.” You ordered but when she refused to move you gently took her hand which she then snatched away from you, you then placed both hands on her waist and lifted her, this was when she started to throw a tantrum, this threw you of balance so you turned yourself so that you fell into the nettles holding her up and away from the plants, you moved as best you could while keeping her away from the plants “alright time to go inside.” Once you were inside, you locked the door and put her at the table “can you eat your dinner while I go clean up?” “Okay.” She answered with a nod as you walked up the stairs into the bedroom.

Kyoomi was just finishing practice when his phone rang “(Y/N)’s calling ya.” Atsumu said after peeking over at the phone laying on the bench. “Hello?” Kyoomi asked, narrowing his eyes at ‘Sumu as he did. “Dad, I think mummy is hurt.” Kyou’s little voice sounded through the speaker. “What happened baby?” He asked as he started grabbing things and dragging Atsumu out of the changing room with him. “I wasn’t being very good, mummy fell in the stingy bush, she said that she was going to clean up but she hasn’t come back yet.” Kyou explained. “Alright baby, I’ll be home soon okay, you wait for me okay?” He asked. “What’s up man, why ya draggin’ me everywhere?” Atsumu asked. “Kyou said that (Y/N)’s hurt.” Kyoomi answered as he unlocked the car. “What happened?” He asked as they climbed into the car. “We have some nettles in the garden, Kyou must have been near them and (Y/N) tried to move her away from them but she fell in, Kyou’s worried because she hasn’t come out of the bathroom yet.” Kyoomi explained. “Well what do you want me to do, you want me to take Kyou somewhere?” He asked. “You guys have to go get cream and antihistamines.” Kyoomi answered. “Don’t you already have those?” Atsumu asked. “Yes.” Kyoomi rolled his eyes “but I need to get Kyou out of the house but she won’t leave unless she thinks she’s helping.” “Right got it!” Atsumu nodded. “Do you?” Kyoomi asked. “Yes I do actually!” He answered.

There was a knock at the door “I’ll be down in a minute Kyou!” You called through the door as you leaned against the sink, trying to calm the nauseous feeling in your stomach. You heard the door open but when you looked up you were greeted with the face of your boyfriend. “Hey Omi.” “Hi Sweetheart, how are you feeling?” He asked, eyes moving over the red and raised skin at the top of your back, shoulders and arms. “It would be fine if the stinging wasn’t making me feel sick.” You answered resting your head against the sink. Kyoomi hummed as he walked over to the shower turning on the water he made it lukewarm before turning back to you, he helped you out of the clothes you were in before ushering you into the shower. “I’m going to get you a towel and some clothes, I’ll be back in a minute.” He promised before walking away. “Where’s Kyou?” You asked when you heard him come back in. “Atsumu has taken her to go and get some things that we need.” He answered as he gently helped you out of the showers drying you off and helping you get changed, he walked you into the bedroom where you were sitting when there was a knock at the door. “Come in!” You called. “Here mummy, I bought the things you needed.” Kyou held up the tube of cream and the tablets while Atsumu carried in the glass of water putting it on the bedside table. “So you thought about my offer, little nurse?” Atsumu asked as Kyoomi passed you one of the tablets and the water. “Are you feeling better mummy?” She asked. “Yeah much better, Daddy helped me clean up and you brought my medicine, I should be better in no time.” You smiled. “So you are going to be okay if I go with Uncle ‘Sumu?” She asked. “Of course Baby.” You smiled “you go have the best sleepover ever, remember Uncle Sho said you could do his hair this time.” “Yeah!” She cheered before running off, Atsumu followed after her. “You should make sure that she gets packed up properly.” You said once Omi finished rubbing the cream into the affected skin. “You’ll be okay?” He asked. “I’ll be okay.” You nodded before he disappeared out of the room, there was a little commotion in her room before she run back in leaning up to press a kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow mummy, make sure you rest.” She ordered and you nodded waving as she ran out, a couple of minutes after Omi came back into the room shuffling onto the bed. “You came home earlier than usual, you can go shower and stuff if you wanted.” You mumbled softly the antihistamines were making you drowsy now and he looked at you. “Don’t worry I’ll be here when you get back.” “I won’t be long.” He promised, leaning down to press a kiss on your forehead. “Take your time.” You smiled as he walked into the bathroom to get ready for bed.

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Comfort - Three

Daisuke Kambe x Reader

Words: 341

Author’s Note: Guys let me tell you how much I loved writing this. He is the first anime man that I have gotten to write for and I am just over the moon happy. I hope you guys enjoy this!

If anyone knew Daisuke Kambe they would say he’s blunt and doesn’t care about anything. But there was one thing he cared about more than anything. It was you. You lit up his world the moment he laid his eyes on you. So, seeing you come home in tears from the stress of work practically killed the man.

You kicked your heels off before going straight to your shared room. You tried to be quiet, not wanting to wake your husband up but right as you sniffled, the light turned on. Daisuke looked at you with concern before rushing over to you. “What happened?” He immediately asked as he grabbed your hands.

“Work.” You muttered. Daisuke looked at you to continue. You wrapped your arms around him as you spoke, “My boss is such a bitch. I don’t understand how she thinks I can get six different things done as I still haven’t finished what I need to get done.” He rubbed your back as he listened to you rant.

He kissed your head before moving away from you. A slight smirk grew on his face when he heard you groan. “I’m going to run us a bath. We’ll have a nice soak and I’ll help you relax.” You blushed as you Daisuke led you into the bathroom.

“Strip.” Daisuke commanded as he started the water. You quickly obey as your cheeks become darker. Insecurities began to fill your mind as you stripped. You and Daisuke have been married for a few years now but you’re still not fully used to him seeing you so vulnerable.

The sound of water moving broke you out of your thoughts. You looked to see Daisuke sitting in the tub with his hand out. You gave him a slight smile before taking his hand, getting into the warm water. You sighed with relief as you began to fully relax. You laid your head back on Daisuke’s shoulder as exhaustion began to consume you.

Daisuke smiled before kissing your head once more. “Good night, y/n.”

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Hurricanes / Hummingbirds: XV

Series Synopsis: As the years go by, you find that it is incredibly difficult to survive wars and fight storms, especially when the only thing you have by way of a cursed technique is the blessing of a tiny bird.

Chapter Synopsis: You arrive at a village by the sea in your quest to find the girl.

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Pairing: Hajime Kashimo x Female Reader; slight Kento Nanami x Female Reader; slight Satoru Gojo x Female Reader

Chapter Word Count: 6.1k

Content Warnings: swearing, enemies/rivals to lovers, character death, canon-typical violence, angst, gore, original characters included

A/N: the way y/n and kashimo have basically just been doing side quests for the past five or six chapters

“It smells like salt,” Kashimo observed. You gave him an amused look at that.

“Have you never been to the sea?” you said. “Of course it smells like salt; we’re quite near to it now. I assume we’ll be in the village you suspect her of being in very soon.”

“I usually avoid the sea,” he said.

“Really!” you said. “I’m rather fond of it. Is there reasoning to your aversion, or is it just one of those things that you can’t bring yourself to like?”

“Water and lightning don’t mix well,” he said. “When I’m in the water, I’m completely defenseless. I can’t risk discharging my cursed energy for fear of harming myself in the blast, too. Even bathing is the most paranoid ritual for me.”

“You must still do it, though,” you said with a frown. “After all, you do smell nice.”

Kashimo coughed strangely at that but nodded, his face reddening for some unknown reason. “Of course. But always alone, my staff with me, the doors and windows tightly sealed.”

“That’s a sad existence,” you said. “Not just the bathing part, but the sea, too. You’ve never felt waves against your feet?”

“No,” he said.

You had been foolish to ask. When a person was as taken with his own strength as Kashimo was, they would never dare do anything that’d compromise it. Furthermore, he certainly had made so many enemies that even a second off guard could spell his doom. What would Hisashi, Kichiro, and Naoki do if they knew of this weakness of his? How would they respond to the discovery that their greatest opponent was not invincible?

It was simple to imagine. A shove into the water. A sword through the head. Kashimo would be dead before he even knew what had hit him — after all, the leaders of the Big Three Sorcerer Families were no slouches in the power department. It was Kashimo’s brilliantly fast, all-encompassing lightning that they could not avoid and feared so greatly, but if they had a way around it, then there was nothing stopping them from defeating him, especially if they teamed up.

You vowed never to tell them. Kashimo was not theirs to defeat, anyways.

“Do you tend to remain inland, then?” you said. He nodded.

“I avoid the coasts if I can help it. Maybe that’s another reason I haven’t seen her yet — I never did manage to muster up the courage to go near these fishing villages where she likely might be,” he said.

“What changed?” you said.

“You’re here now, and you need to find her,” he said. “Since that’s the case, it’s what we’ll do. But don’t expect me to enjoy myself greatly.”

“I was hoping you would,” you said. He clicked his tongue, equal parts derisive and fond.

“We’re not on a vacation. We just have to find the girl and get back to Daisuke. There’s no time for playing around in the ocean or lounging about on the beach,” he said.

“What a role reversal,” you said. “That you are the one so serious about these affairs and I am being so lackadaisical. You’re right, of course; we should endeavor to be quick so that our time is not wasted.”

You hadn’t been to the beach in so long. The Gojos thought it by-and-by below them, so you rarely visited, but when you were younger, it had been your parents’ special treat to you, something you did to celebrate whatever small miracles were going on in your daily lives. Even though Kashimo was right in reminding you that this was a trip for business, you could not help the childish excitement brewing in you at the thought of being by the ocean again.

It was a bustling village you entered, people milling about the streets, a market in full swing. Trotting around carts of fruit, you looked back at Kashimo, who seemed entirely bewildered by the crowds of people. It was interesting, seeing him so out of his depth, and you laughed softly at the expression he made when a child thudded against his leg and ran off without so much as an apology.

“It’s strange not being recognized,” Kashimo said. “I’m used to people cowering when they see me. This is different.”

“It is different, but I like it,” you said. He tilted his head at you, reining his horse to a walk so that you two could travel side by side on the widening path instead of one after the other.

“How is it for you?” he said.

“Hm? How is what for me?” you said. His thick lashes were lowered, his brow heavy with shyness over his eyes, like he was doing something extraordinarily uncomfortable by asking you that simple question.

“When you walk into towns. You said this is different, so how is it usually?” he said. You raised your eyebrows — Kashimo asking about youwas unprecedented. It was usually the other way around, after all.

“You were there that one time,” you said. “With Hisashi and Kamin. It’s always like that. People recognize him. They recognize the Gojos and the Kamos and the Zenins, and so they rush to win their favor, tripping over themselves in order to be heard and seen and recognized by them. I am usually a victim of that, as well.”

“But you are not Gojo, nor are you Kamo or Zenin,” Kashimo said.

“Still, I ride with them,” you said. “I am their weapon. The dog of the Big Three Sorcerer Families; even affection from a dog with such high status is enough for most of these people, who would not understand true power if it slapped them across both cheeks.”

“How can you be considered a dog?” Kashimo said.

“Am I not?” you said rhetorically. “It’s something I’ve realized. This life I live…it is full of debts. I am always owing somebody. The Gojos. The hummingbird. Even, in a sense, Ten. There is nowhere I can go where someone does not expect something from me, where I am not leashed by these very expectations.”

You did not expect him to fully understand what you were saying, as you could not fully understand what he meant when he referenced his own life. Your upbringings, your pasts, even your lives at present…they were exact opposites. You would never know him as Daisuke did; he would never know you as Hisashi did.

In that moment, you were overcome with a wave of longing for your fiancé. Maybe it was a little strange, that you rode beside Kashimo and were suddenly missing Hisashi, but it was nevertheless the case. He was your friend, after all, the boy who had known you for much of your youth. These many stories you were telling Kashimo were ones you never had to tell Hisashi, for he had lived through them himself or had heard them before.

You remembered when you were younger, when you had still been afraid of lightning and thunderstorms, how those nightly summer squalls had always frightened you. The boughs of the cherry blossom trees would beat against your windows, and without fail you’d awaken from your nightmares of your parents’ death, screaming about how Ten was coming for you next. When they first began, Kamin Gojo permitted you in his quarters during these episodes, telling you stories of his past until the rain abated, but eventually he grew tired of it and told you you ought to face your fears and leave him alone.

Of course, it did not work like that. You wailed and you sobbed in the isolation of your chambers, each crack of lightning convincing you that Ten had arrived to kill you, each snapping twig akin to his footsteps. When you could not bear it anymore, you ran to Kamin’s door despite his adamance that you leave him be, but to your chagrin discovered it was locked.

It was there that Hisashi had found you, weeping and clutching the carpet. You hadn’t expected much from him — after all, he was still at that point in his life where he found you to be on the whole an annoyance — but he had knelt beside you and hugged you carefully to his chest.

Look, he had said, I’m turning my cursed technique on. Limitless. That means nothing can touch us.

You had asked him then — not even Ten? And he had responded in turn, promptly. Not even Ten. You had not understood the exact, minute details of his cursed technique back then, had not known that Limitless could only ever protect himself and not another, so in the moment you were soothed by the supposed invulnerability he had provided you with.

You won’t let go? you had whispered. I don’t want him to come for me. I don’t want him to kill me like he killed my parents. I am so afraid of him, Hisashi…

You thought he might belittle you, tell you to face your fears as Kamin Gojo had. After all, to Hisashi, you were nothing more than the irritating girl he would one day have to marry, the child his father had taken in for the sole purpose of eventually being his wife. Hisashi was still a boy himself, too, and you had briefly doubted that he possessed the maturity to care for you at all.

I will stay with you until all the storms are over, he had said to you. Until not a single stroke of lightning dares pierce the sky. Only then will I let you go.

What if Ten gets to us anyways? you had said, still paranoid, though you had no reason to be. But that was back when Ten was a faceless phantom to you, an abstract fear instead of a concrete threat which could be faced and defeated. Some children had a monster under the bed. You had a curse in the sky. It was like that. What if we still die, even with your Limitless protecting us?

He had not made any empty reassurances. Maybe he had thought that they would not help you; naturally, he had been correct in this assumption. For a moment, he had not spoken at all, his cheek resting against your hair, and then he had finally deigned to say something. I’ll chase you into the next life, then. But that time, I’ll be reborn as a Gojo with the Six Eyes as well as the Limitless, and then no one will be able to hurt us.

Okay, you had said, your body quaking with the relief that came after crying for a long time. Okay. That’s fine. I’ll see you then, if I have to.

Even though he was so infamously meek in personality, he was strong in his body, trained as a sorcerer from a young age as he was. At least, he was strong enough to stand and carry you to his room, setting you down in his bed and promising he’d watch over you until it was all over.

Walking down the sea-slick cobblestones, you childishly wished you had Hisashi watching over you even now. Of course, there was nowhere you were safer than with Kashimo, nowhere you were freer, but sometimes you longed for the comfort and familiarity of that cage of a mansion. It was frightening, this outside world, with its hurricanes and its beasts and its wild boys with their wild pasts.

“You should just kill them,” Kashimo said conversationally, like that was a perfectly normal thing to say. “Whoever demands anything of you. Kill all of them.”

“No,” you said. “I cannot. For as surely as they have taken from me, they have also given, and I cannot kill my greatest benefactors like that. Then again, maybe it’s nothing more than the affection a dog holds for its master. Either way, that’s not an option.”

“I see,” he said. “Anyways, it was only a suggestion.”

“The problems of my life cannot be solved with death, as the ones of yours cannot be solved with diplomacy,” you said.

“Are you saying we mustn’t advise one another?” he said.

“No. Only that we must keep these limitations in mind,” you explained. “Now how do we go about checking whether this girl is here or not?”

“I presume going door-to-door would be a bit excessive for your tastes,” he said.

“Inefficient, too,” you said.

“And you’d be opposed to me threatening the lord of the village?” he said.

“You know me so well,” you said. “Though it’s not a bad idea. Not the threatening part, but speaking to the lord, I mean. At least his servants; they’d likely know if someone like the girl lived around here.”

Kashimo seemed pleased with himself for inspiring such an excellent idea, even patting his horse on the neck — something which his horse did not seem particularly amused by, snorting at the contact.

“Where would the lord of the village live?” he said.

“We just have to search for the nicest looking house,” you said, sliding off your horse and taking her reins off of her head so that you could lead her behind you. Kashimo seemed confused but did the same, though you noticed him furrowing his brow. Taking pity, you explained to him as you walked: “You’ll have to let me take the lead here. I might do things that seem confusing, but I’m much more used to dealing with this sort of person than you are, so you need to trust me. Intimidation and arguing will only make them shut their doors on you tighter; we must appear as supplicants come to the lord for aid.”

Kashimo wrinkled his nose. “I am no supplicant.”

“Today, you will be,” you said in a tone that brokered no argument. “First, let us find an inn to keep our horses and belongings at. If we come in finery, we will be summarily rejected at the door. The lord and his servants will believe us to be flexing our status on them for no reason, and they will resent us for it.”

“Fine,” he muttered. You reached out and placed a hand on his shoulder, pitying him for having to do something so antithetical to who he was as a person.

“Thank you,” you said, expressing it as genuinely as you could. “You’ve done a lot for me, these past few days.”

After all, hadn’t he? Watching over your horse while you fought Nezumi and Usagi. Taking you to Daisuke so you could have a better sword. Helping you find the girl so that you could repay Daisuke. Going to the seaside when he was so afraid of water. And now, he was — albeit reluctantly — agreeing to bow his head and plead with a man who, by all accounts, he was stronger than. It was probably the hardest thing he had done in some time; he, who believed the natural hierarchy of the world was based on strength, allowing himself to be debased in front of someone who was unquestionably his inferior and weaker than him by far.

His eyes widened at the casual way with which you touched him, and he turned his head to the side, pouting childishly. His knuckles turned white around his horse’s reins from how hard he suddenly gripped them, causing the horse to pin its ears at him and stomp in warning.

“Whatever,” he grumbled. “It’s only so that you live to fight me and are the best possible opponent when it happens.”

“Alright,” you said. “Still, I’m grateful anyways.”

The nearest inn was not terribly far, though it did back up to a small, sheltered cove, the songs of seabirds echoing through the thin walls. You knew Kashimo would not be fond of how close the sea was, but surprisingly, he did not complain, only handing his horse to one of the stable boys and turning to you.

“Can we share a room again?” he said. You had been about to tell the innkeeper to give you two separate rooms, but at his request — which was made in a small voice, smaller than you had ever heard him speak — you paused.

“Why?” you said. He gazed out the window, where the ocean crashed against the sand, white foam bubbling up at the meeting-points. Lightning arced between his fingers, small sparks dancing around his wrists, and then he clenched his fist and extinguished the electricity completely.

“I do not want to be alone,” he said. “In such a vulnerable place, I do not want to be alone. It is not your protection I ask for, of course, but if there was someone there who could perhaps…be aware of approaching threats…it might ease my mind.”

“I see,” you said. “So this is the one fear you will not conquer. Very well; one room, sir. This man and I will share.”

“One day, I will even conquer the sea itself,” Kashimo promised you as you followed the innkeeper to the room he had prepared for you. “But right now is not that time. There are more pressing matters to be addressed, and my discomfort with the water is not high on the priority list.”

“That is true,” you said. “Will you mind if I visit the sea, though? Since we came all this way.”

“Why would you ask for my permission?” he said, actually rolling his eyes. “I’m not Hisashi Gojo. I would never believe it to be my place to tell you what you can or can’t do.”

“Thank you,” you said, too pleased with the relationship blooming tenuously between you both to reprimand him for speaking against Hisashi. “I’ll go once we’ve spoken to the lord of the village, then.”

“Wonderful,” Kashimo said, with no small amounts of sarcasm.

“We should be off, then,” you said. “It wouldn’t do for us to go too late and be turned away due to the hour.”

“And we’ll have to walk, right?” he said. “We can’t even run?”

“We will walk,” you affirmed. “Sorry, Kashimo. You could just tell me the girl’s name and I could go by myself, you know.”

“Not likely,” he said. “Let’s not waste time, then.”

Walking through the town on foot instead of horseback was a different experience entirely. Now, you were in the midst of all the action, weaving around the stray dogs which ran underfoot, yanking one another out of the way of women balancing baskets of vegetables in their arms, following the twists and turns of the road until you reached an imposing mansion.

Well, anyways, it would’ve been imposing if you didn’t live in the Gojo manor. The residence you shared with Hisashi was ten times as large as this one, and the grounds were likely close to the size of the entire village. It took a lot to impress you after having spent much of your life surrounded by the luxury of the Big Three Sorcerer Families, but it remained that compared to the rest of the village, this place was certainly of a better quality.

“This is it,” you said. “Now, remember, Kashimo, not a word unless I say you may speak.”

“Yes, yes, I know,” he said, voice whiny. “Hurry up so we can get this over with! If she’s not here, we should leave at once.”

“We already paid for the room in the inn, so we might as well stay for the night. Sorry. I know being this close to the sea isn’t preferable for you,” you said, raising your hand to knock on the door.

The sound rang and ricocheted around for a bit — no doubt the attempt of the lord to seem more important than he really was — and then, dimly and only because of your enhanced senses, you could hear the sound of shuffling footsteps.

It was with an ominous creak that the door opened, revealing an elderly, stooped over woman peering at you through the small crack. Behind her, the entrance was darkened, as if the house was in mourning, and to support that fact, her clothes were shapeless and black.

“Who are you?” she said. Her voice was hoarse, her stare shrewd with age. You exchanged glances with Kashimo before returning your attention to the woman.

“You may think of us as travelers. We are trying to find a relative, and we thought that the lord of the house might be able to help us,” you said. The woman looked between the two of you before nodding and opening the door a little wider.

“Lord Tachibana is inside. If you are willing to wait, I can bring him to you,” she said.

“That’s fine by us,” you said. Apprehensively, as if you might attack her, the woman opened the door ever so slightly more; it was barely enough for you and Kashimo to squeeze inside, one after the other, and then the entryway was slamming shut again and leaving you in the front hall of the Tachibana Mansion.

A few candles lit the way as you followed the woman into a small, dusty parlor. It was obviously heavily underutilized. You supposed the lord did not entertain many guests; it was a reasonable assumption, after all, given that he was so far in the middle of nowhere that likely very few people had reason to visit him in the first place.

“Wait here,” the woman said. “Someone will be in with tea while I go fetch Lord Tachibana.”

The door to the parlor closed ominously behind her, leaving you and Kashimo sitting there in wait. To his credit, he did not sprawl about the room as he usually might’ve. Instead, he mirrored your prim and contained posture, though you could tell by the muscle twitching in his jaw that he was none-too-happy about it.

When the door opened again, it was a small boy standing there, not the woman. He held a tray with two steaming teacups on it, and those he deposited before you with a bow. Despite his small stature and youth, there was an aged sorrow about him, and as he passed by you with the now-empty tray, you caught him by his small hand.

“Say, boy, do you work in this household?” you said. He seemed frightened when he responded.

“Yes, my lady, I do,” he said, cringing into another bow. You frowned.

“And is it a good household to work in?” you said. He looked around nervously, first at you, then at Kashimo, then at the door, and finally back at you. You nodded encouragingly, but right when he was about to open his mouth to respond, there was a commotion at the door. You let go of him as he gasped, collecting the empty tray and darting away before the newcomers could enter the room.

“What was that all about?” Kashimo muttered. You shook your head.

“We can discuss things later,” you said. “For now, we have company to entertain.”

This time, it was an aged, bombastic-seeming man who entered alongside the woman from before. He was probably about twenty years your senior, with gray creeping into his beard and streaking through his hair, his eyes heavily set into his severe face. His expression did not lighten any upon seeing you and Kashimo. The woman scurried after him like a mouse, as if she were afraid of the reaction he might have to seeing the two of you.

“I am Lord Akihiro Tachibana,” he said, his voice a gravelly rumble like falling rocks. “You say you are in search of someone. A relative. Who is it and why have you come here to find them?”

“She loved the sea,” Kashimo said, though you had expressly told him not to speak. You sighed but did not say anything, as technically his words had been relatively neutral. “That’s why.”

Akihiro Tachibana looked at you incredulously, as if it was the most ridiculous thing he’d heard in all his years of living. You held his gaze levelly — not a challenge, but also a refusal to back down, an insistence to be acknowledged.

“We’d thank you kindly for your help,” you said demurely. “That is all, sir.”

“You are nothing,” he said. “No one. Why should I spend even a second of my time on you? Why should I care about your missing girl?”

“As the lord of this village, it is your duty to aid us,” you said. “It is your duty to know everything that happens in this village, and to assist those who visit it. Am I incorrect in saying such a thing?”

“What do you know of the duties of a lord?” he said with a snort.

“I am the lady of the Gojo house,” you said. Even though he obviously wasn’t a sorcerer, he’d understand the significance of that. The Gojos were well-known just for how utterly, obscenely wealthy they were, and just mentioning the name was enough to demand some modicum of respect. “I know better than you what these duties are.”

“How am I to believe you?” Akihiro said. “Anyone can call themselves a Gojo. It doesn’t make it true.”

“It doesn’t matter if you believe me,” you said, slightly irritated — you hadn’t wanted to play this card if it wasn’t necessary. “There is a chance, however slight you may think it is, that I am telling the truth. Will you ignore that chance? Will you dare disrespect one of the richest families in the country?”

He obviously didn’t believe you even still, but he swallowed his pride, the doubts you had sown in his mind taking root. He could not risk it, because he knew as well as you did that he and his village could not handle the full wrath of the Gojos if he dared incur it.

“Who is it?” he said, through gritted teeth. “The girl’s name. Tell me what it is, and I will tell you if she lives here or not.”

You motioned towards Kashimo, who leaned in and whispered the name into the lord’s ear. Akihiro’s face went white as Kashimo leaned back, coolly folding his arms over his chest.

“There is no one,” he said, the white fading rapidly to red, “who has that name in this village. Now get out. Get out of my sight, and never dare come near this mansion again.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Don’t lie, my lord.”

“It would be in your best interests to leave now,” Akihiro said.

“Hey, asshole,” Kashimo said, lightning swirling around him again, though of course Akihiro was none the wiser due to the lightning being composed of cursed energy. “What do you know? Where is she? Tell us now, before I kill you.”

“I don’t know anything,” Akihiro said. “You should go while I am merciful enough to not prosecute you for that kind of threat.”

“Come, Kashimo,” you said, standing up and interlocking your fingers firmly with his, wincing slightly as you were shocked by his cursed energy. Digging your nails into his skin, you pulled him after you. “We shouldn’t bother him anymore.”

“He knows something,” Kashimo hissed in your ear as you stomped out of the mansion. “Why are we leaving? He knows something about where she is!”

“Of course he does,” you said tersely, waving at the woman who had escorted you out. She did not return it, shutting the door behind you without so much as a smile.

“So? Why aren’t we questioning him further?” he said. You smiled, finally allowing your mirth to manifest now that you were far enough from the mansion that you would not be overheard.

“Kashimo, if you believe that dealing with nobles directly is the greatest way to get information from them, then you’re a bigger fool than I thought.”

That night, you left Kashimo to stew in his confusion and anger in your shared room, promising that you were only going on a short walk by the sea and would be back once you were done. He had pressed you for answers to your earlier vagueness, but you refused to elaborate, only promising that you hadn’t given up quite yet and leaving it at that.

As you stared out at the horizon, where the moon hung clear and full in the sky, you felt the familiar burning against your throat. You laughed humorlessly as the burning ceased and there was a rustling behind you.

“Of course you could not leave me alone for even a little bit,” you said, turning around to see a large rooster staring at you. Its plumed tail was iridescent against the sand, the wheel symbol on its forehead faintly shimmering, like starlight. “Ten.”

“I am Tori,” the rooster said. “The mightiest of the Twelve Beasts of Ten.”

“The mightiest?” you said. “How is it that the mightiest has already appeared, when there are still nine to go?”

Tori squawked indignantly. “I am the mightiest of my siblings! Don’t doubt me, foolish girl!”

“I see,” you said, entirely unamused by the fact that one of the Twelve Beasts had appeared at such a late hour. Especially this one, who was as prideful as Nezumi had been fretful, cocky as Usagi had been kind. “Then I shall spare nothing in my attempts at defeating you.”

“You can certainly try!” it crowed at you before charging towards you, its beak poised to peck. Exhaling heavily, you sprung out of the way, twirling your sword in your hand to help balance you.

“There is a story in which the hummingbird is the best at diving,” you said, though there was no passion in your voice as you spoke. “So lend me that power, too.”

You have been given the Dive Power of the Hummingbird!

Shifting your weight midair so that your sword could best strike Tori’s neck, you used the power of your downward fall to slice through it in one fell blow. Landing behind it, you spun to watch its head fall unceremoniously in the sand.

Expecting it to disappear, you were surprised when the blue eyes of the rooster only glowed brighter, an indignant shriek ripping from its mouth.

“How dare you!” it screamed at you. “How dare you behead Tori, the greatest of the Twelve Beasts of Ten?”

“Clearly you weren’t the greatest, if I’ve already beheaded you,” you said, though you were a little warier now. Why hadn’t it died yet? Nezumi and Usagi had been simple to defeat, so it was a little strange that Tori still lived despite its decapitation.

“Even losing my head is not enough for me to die,” Tori said. Its body began to run around blindly, its disembodied head’s glare still fixated on you. Impossibly, the body was even faster without a head than with, so, swearing under your breath, you called upon the story that gave you the speed of the hummingbird.

You have been given the Speed of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the G-Force Resistance of the Hummingbird!

You have been given the Maneuverability of the Hummingbird!

You took off at a sprint, running away from the rooster’s body as you tried to gather your thoughts. If even cutting its head off had not been enough to kill it, then what would be? Although you did not believe Tori’s claims that it was the strongest Beast, it was certainly on another level compared to its predecessors.

In an attempt to stall for time, you jumped into the air again, but to your horror, Tori’s body flapped its wings and flew up after you, its head shouting at you all the while.

“What do you even have to be proud of yourself for, huh?” it said as you slammed into the sand, the loose grains cushioning the impact on your ankles as you continued to run.

“What do you mean?” you said irately, spinning to brandish your sword at the body, which ignored the weapon and continued to run straight at you.

“I mean what I said!” it said.

Unbidden, you took a second to think about what it was asking you. What were you proud of yourself for? What had you ever really accomplished for yourself? Nothing, of course. You were just an empty vessel through which others could channel their desires.

“I have no pride,” you said. “I know people who have so much that they can drown in it, but as for myself…it’s not a quality which I possess.”

Slashing your sword across its body, you groaned when it had little effect on it. Of course, it would be too easy for that to have worked, but you had been sincerely hoping it would’ve, if only because you had other things to do with your time.

Pride. That was the way you could kill it. It had to be; as Usagi’s defining characteristic had been its legs, Tori’s was its pride. If you could destroy what it was proud of, you’d surely win, but what could a Beast such as Tori be proud of?

Your eyes widened imperceptibly as an idea came to you. Turning your back to its body, you made a beeline for Tori’s head, pushing your legs faster and faster so that you could reach it before the body realized what you were doing.

“Foolish girl, foolish girl!” Tori sang. “What are you — wait! Mmph!”

You stabbed your sword into its beak, spearing the blade clean through and watching with grim satisfaction as a few steps away, the body began to thrash before abruptly vanishing in the same way that Nezumi and Usagi had. The head followed suit a second later, though the single-colored eyes gave you an accusing glare as it did so.

For a second, you simply stood there, your sword still buried in the sand, your fingers still wrapped tightly around the hilt as you heaved for breath, your shoulders rising and falling as you huffed with your head bowed.

They were getting stronger. There was no doubt in your mind that the final Beast would be a monster not unlike Ten himself; the thought both frightened and fascinated you. Would you be able to do it? Would you be able to defeat it?

“Well, I am proud of that,” you said, chuckling under your breath as you spoke to the now-clear blue third wedge of the wheel. “Killing you, I mean. You know, since you were asking.”

The ensuing silence was only broken by the sound of your body as you hit the ground with a thud.

You will now enter the Torpor of the Hummingbird.

You must have only been in torpor for a few minutes, as when you awoke, the beach was the same — placid, undisturbed, the ocean having smoothed away all evidence of the earlier fight. You sat for a second before shaking your head to clear it and wiping your sword on your clothes so that it was not covered in sand when you sheathed it.

“I got your token,” a soft, familiar voice said. You smiled slightly at the sound, turning to face the boy from the Tachibana Mansion, the one who had given tea to you and Kashimo. There was a wooden token in his palm bearing the insignia of the inn you were staying in, no doubt for advertising purposes. You had slipped it into his hand while talking to him — your suspicions that Akihiro wouldn’t be the most cooperative had been correct, after all, and you were suddenly grateful you had taken the precaution.

“Are you in any danger coming here?” you said. The boy looked around before shaking his head.

“As long as Lord Tachibana doesn’t see,” he said.

“I think we’re safe from that, secluded as we are,” you said. “Now, listen here. I’ll offer you a deal: if you can tell me the truth about the girl Kashimo and I are looking for, I’ll help you escape the Tachibanas. You can go work for my fiancé — you will be treated well and paid better there.”

The boy glanced at you, then at his feet, and finally at the sea, his large eyes full of longing as he stared out at it, at that never-ending expanse. You waited patiently, not wanting to rush him, knowing his cooperation was key to solving this mystery and finding this girl. It would not do to scare him off, not when the Beasts were appearing in such quick succession and getting more and more powerful with every iteration. You needed a sword from Daisuke as soon as possible; thus, you needed to find the girl, and to do that, you needed this boy’s help.

Finally, he seemed to come to a decision. Straightening his back and squaring his shoulders, he faced you once again, lifting his chin and beginning to speak.

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scarfwrites · 1 year

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Ignorance is Bliss (To Mend a Broken Heart Part 15)

❅ Iwaizumi x Singer Fem!Reader

❅Format: Fluff, Crack, Angst, comfort

❅Warning: mentions of gaslighting and emotional manipulation

❅Authors Note: SLOWLY TRYING TO GET THE SERIES BACK ON TRACK EVEN WITH THE SUCKY WIFI

Also open for nicknames for what the others will call Daisuke since they do not speak of his name

It took a solid hour of crying and three cups of hot chocolate till you finally opened up to Akaashi. Though you knew he wouldn’t do anything rash or straight up stupid you were worried how angry he’d get. You could see Akaashi’s face laced with mixed anger and concern

“He just left you like that?” He spoke in a quiet voice though you could hear the anger seething from it

“Y-yeah he kinda stormed off after telling me off” you whimpered

“Telling you off sounds completely different compared to what you just described Y/N” Akaashi deadpanned

“I just- don’t be mad at him okay? Please don’t do anything to him I don’t want you or him to get hurt” you pleaded

“I’m not the type to though I was considering it” he replied the last part quietly

“Kaashi!” You scolded

“I was joking you and I know I don’t handle stuff like that” Akaashi chuckled lightly

“You’re right, the others would’ve sent him to his death bed” you chuckled back

“Anyways back to the topic, Now do you believe what we said before?” Akaashi crossed his arms

“Yeah but jealousy came over him which caused him to do all that and he couldn’t control himself” you reasoned out

“Y/N you are responsible for how you deal with your emotions, he gaslit you and accused of Iwaizumi seducing you, jealousy isn’t supposed to be handled like that” Akaashi reminded

“You’re right… I just don’t know what to think at this point” you said covering your face with your arms

“It’s okay you trusted him and he acted like a jerk it’s only natural that you would defend him and have conflicted feelings” Akaashi said as he hugged you

“Thanks Kaashi” you smiled hugging him back. “You’re really good with words and advice y’know” you chuckled

“It’s what happens when you deal with a certain owl captain” Akaashi chuckled back

Don’t go telling the others okay? You reminded

“Yes of course I’d also prefer if things don’t get messy,” Akaashi replied. “But how are you gonna deal with him aren’t you in the same class?” Akaashi asked giving you a concerning look

“I’ll fully ignore him until he gives me a good apology and don’t worry I can defend myself” you said giving him a reassuring smile

“The others are bound to notice though” Akaashi said crossing his arms

“You’re right but I deal with Oikawa I can deal with their infinite questions” you both laughed

“You should probably get home I’ll drop you off” Akaashi offered

“No no it’s alright you’ve done more than enough Kaashi” you smiled opened the front door

“Alright then stay safe” Akaashi waved goodbye

The next day you woke up nice and early and prepared for the worst once you opened the door. To your surprise Oikawa and Iwaizumi were there waiting for you again like yesterday so you walked up to greet them.

“Hey Oikawa, Zumi you’re both early again” you greeted

“That’s because Iwa-chan was threatening me to go quicker” Oikawa pouted

“You’re always so stupidly slow” Iwaizumi scoffed

“I guess that’s why you look a little more messy than usual” you chuckled

“Let’s not talk about that and instead let’s talk about what happened yesterday” Oikawa said as you gulped

“You mean when you tried to spy on both of us” you glared

“We wouldn’t have gotten caught if the idiots didn’t mess around with the speaker thing” Oikawa crossed his arms. “Anyways enough of that I meant what happened with your talk yesterday” Oikawa asked

“Do you really need to know?” You scowled

“Uh yeah duh it’s me” Oikawa scowled back. “Don’t tell me you talked it out so nicely that your relationship level increased” Oikawa glared

“Can I get some backup here?” You looked at Iwaizumi

“I would but I also want to know what happened,” Iwaizumi said straightforwardly. “If that bastard hurt you again I won’t hesitate to send him straight to his burial” Iwaizumi said angrily

It’s two against one Y/N-chan Oikawa crossed his arms

“Look we’re gonna be late let’s go!” you said running as fast as you can as the two ran after you

“I hate how she’s right” Oikawa scoffed

You all ran all your way towards school and unfortunately your first period was chemistry, the only class you shared with Daisuke. Luckily you also shared this class with Oikawa. Though he may be annoying he’ll definitely make sure Daisuke doesn’t talk to you as he usually does.

“I find it weird that you decided to partner with me instead of your boy toy” Oikawa said putting his hand on his chin

“Aren’t you much better than him in chemistry?” You raised an eyebrow

“Yeah advantages when you have a chemistry nerd for a best friend” Oikawa said proudly. “Still just cause I’m obviously better in every way doesn’t mean you’d partner with me, you even rejected him when he asked you” Oikawa looked at you with suspicion

“Just shut up and get on with it we need to start working” you brushed him off

“Well I’ll take advantage of this opportunity as much as I can” Oikawa smiled smugly as you rolled your eyes

You could tell Daisuke noticed how you were fully ignoring him. From the look on his face he looked pissed when you accepted being partners with Oikawa. He tried to talk to you multiple times but luckily for you Oikawa intercepted all of them. You could feel that Oikawa has a faint idea of what happened yesterday but you decided to leave it alone and deal with the situation alone. After the gruesome chemistry session you were finally free from seeing him until lunch came around. He tried asking to sit with you only for you to sit right in the middle of the team.

“Did you guys see that” Oikawa whispered

“Yeah! She rejected him!” Maki whispered back

“See! I told you she did that in chemistry too!” Oikawa whispered loudly

“Y’know I’m right here right?” You deadpanned

“Something’s up, what happened yesterday” Matsun said straightforwardly

“It’s really nothing you have to worried about” you brushed it off

“From the way you’re acting towards him it didn’t end well” Matsun guessed

“It’s time for us to end your suffering, where are our firearms” Oikawa said dramatically

“Before you ask I’m not stopping them” Iwaizumi spoke before you did

“I swear if you all or anyone gets hurt or does something stupid I won’t hesitate to do the same to all of you” you said angrily

“Dang she got us there” Maki sighed in annoyance

“Good let me deal with the situation myself” you said returning to your food

“You win this time Y/N-chan but once we find out we’re not stopping until he’s on his grave” Oikawa glared as he silently ate his food making your eyes roll

As school finished Daisuke tried approaching you again.

“Hey Y/n–” Daisuke approached as he got cut off

“Can’t you take a hint she clearly doesn’t want to talk to you” Iwaizumi intercepted as he scoffs and leaves

“Thanks for the backup” you smiled

“Y/N you need to explain everything that happened, did he hurt you?” Iwaizumi asked as his face is full of concern

“You don’t need to worry I said I was gonna take care of it myself and I’m fully committing to that” you smiled softly

“I’ll let you deal with it yourself but if he hurts you tell me alright?” Iwaizumi said

“Alright thank you Zumi” you replied giving him a bright smile

As soon as you got home you received a text from your phone.

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bagerfluff · 10 days

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Golden Wings

Older Takaishi Takeru x Male Reader

Prompt - Wings

Oh why me, you thought.

You were currently hanging out with everyone in the Digital World. Though you could be talking with Miyako and Hikari or running around with Daisuke, instead you were staring at Takeru.

More like you were staring at his wings.

Takeru was talking with Lori a few feet to the side of you, with Patamon asleep on his head. You were sitting under a tree with your Digimon in your lap as they talked while you stared at them.

How could you not.

Takeru’s wings were golden. Literally, that wasn’t your biased gaze speaking, they were literally golden. They shimmered as the sun beat down on them. They were currently folded behind Takeru as he relaxed.

But when they were folded out they looked great. You loved them. You really wanted to touch them or fun your hands though the feathers.

Were they soft or rough?

You wanted to know but there was one problem. Nobody really touched someone’s wings unless the person with the wings said so. To them, someone touching their wings was an intimate thing.

Only family and partners could do that, and to Takeru, you were neither. You were his friends, though you wanted to be more. Takeru ruffled his wings and flinched a bit.

You furrowed his brows, was Takeru okay? That had been happening for a week or so. It seemed like you weren’t the only one to notice Takeru’s weird behavior.

“Is everything okay, Takeru”, Lori asked. “I’m fine, just molting”, Takeru said through gritted teeth followed by another ruffle of his wings. So that’s what's happening.

No one else in your group had wings, so no one here really knew what molting felt like. Molt was when someone with wings shedded their feathers in replace of new ones.

Normally it only happened once or twice a year but that was when they fully grew up. For someone like Takeru, who was still in high school, he mottled once a month.

You knew a bit, it was itchy and hurt. It lasted for a couple weeks then it stopped. You knew that it really hurt and it can make it hard for the winged person to focus on stuff.

You wanted to help Takeru but still, you really couldn’t. You looked away from Takeru and looked down in your lap. Your Digimon was peacefully sleeping in your lap as they slept.

You kept petting them as you thought. You really wanted to help Takeru, but that would mean you would have to confess to him. That scared you, you didn’t think Takeru liked you back.

“Everything okay Y/n?” You looked up to see Hikari sitting crisscrossed in front of you with Gatomon in her lap. “You’ve been sitting here since he got to the Digital World”, Hikari said.

You smiled, “I’m fine Hikari, it’s just that”, you glanced over at Takeru. His wings were now spread out, making them look even better, and Takeru was picking at them.

Feathers were scattered around Takeru and Lori had walked away. From what you could see, and you could only see Takeru’s back, he was annoyed and in slight pain.

Hikari looked over at Takeru before looking back at you. “You want to help him don’t you”, Hikari smiled, “don’t worry I think he likes you”. Hikari stood up and walked away.

Leaving you with a red face.

Did Takeru like you back? If anyone knew that it would be Hikari. You stood up with your Digimon in your arms, ready to talk to Takeru when Ken spoke. “I think we should leave, it’s getting late”, everyone looked to the sky to see the Digital World sun setting.

You sighed and nodded, everyone got up and started walking towards the Tv that you used to get here. Once you all got there Ken held his D-3 up and you all got back to the real world, without falling on each other.

“That was fun”, Miyako said while stretching. “Yeah”. Daisuke stretched with Miyako, “we should do it tomorrow. Everyone agreed and walked out of the school and down the road.

You noticed that Takeru was lagging behind everyone, still picking at his wings. You stopped walking, everyone getting ahead of you too, and waited for Takeru to get next to you.

“You okay Takeru”, you asked while walking next to him. Takeru grunted and shook his head, still picking at his wings. You tried to keep your gaze off of the wings, but that was hard since they were right next to you.

Takeru had folded his right wing, since that was the side you were walking on. But the wing was still hitting you at some points. The feeling of the feathers brushing against you caused goosebumps to appear.

Neither of you said anything until you got to the cross road. Takeru took a left while you went right. Takeru said goodbye and went left while you stared at Takeru.

Your Digimon finally woke up and stared at you. “What are you thinking about?” They asked and you looked down and your arms. “Whether I should follow Takeru or not”, you looked back at Takeru, his back getting farther and farther away.

Your Digimon looked the same way as you, “I think you should”, they said before falling back asleep. You shook your head fondly before running after Takeru. “Hey Takeru! Wait Up!”

You called out, making Takeru stop and look back at you confused. “Is everything alright Y/n?” Takeru asked, still plucking at his wings. “Yeah, it’s just that my parents are out and it’s getting late and I don’t have a key to my apartment so I was wondering if I could stay with you”, you lied.

It wasn’t the best lie and you could tell that Takeru thought the same. “Sure, but why don’t you have a key to your apartment?” Takeru asked. You smiled and let out a laugh, “I just never got one”, you told

Takeru as you two continued walking. Shortly after that you and Takeru arrived at his house. Takeru folded his wings before opening the door and stepping inside.

“Hey Mom, I’m home. Oh, and Y/n will be staying with us!” Takeru yelled out as he took off his shoes. You did the same, replacing them with an extra pair of slippers.

“Okay honey!” Takeru’s mother yelled back. “Want anything to eat?” Takeru asked, keeping his wings folded. You shook your head, you really wanted to just get the point, the real reason you wanted to go with Takeru.

You could tell that Takeru was getting more restless. He was a little shaky and he ruffled his wings every once and a while. “Okay, then he can get you set up in my room”, Takeru said.

You followed Takeru to his room. Takeru spread his wings before placing Patamon down on his bed, you did the same with your Digimon.

Then Takeru took his hat off and placed it on his desk. You had no idea why Takeru wore a hat because you thought his hair looked good. His hair was the same color as his wings, just less shiny.

You wanted to run your hands through Takeru’s as well as his wings. You were snapped out of your trace when Takeru grunted again. He was sitting on the floor, trying to spread out a blanket on the floor.

But that was stopped because of his molting, or that’s what you thought. You sucked up what little courage you had and sat behind Takeru.

You reached one of your hands up and brushed it against Takeru’s wings. Takeru let out a gasp but he didn’t tell you to stop. So you kept running your hand though Takeru’s wings till you found a loose feather.

You clasp your fingers around it, making Takeru whimper. A wing bearer's wings are very sensitive during molting. You were trying to be careful, knowing that it could hurt Takeru if you weren’t, but you liked the sounds that Takeru was making.

You pull at the feather, it comes out easily, you hear Takeru sigh as you do it. You place the feather down next to you and bring your other hand up, raking your hands through his wings.

Getting ever loose feathers and removing them, one by one. As you do this Takeru lets out lots of noises. He moans when your hands rake though his feathers, he whimpers when you remove a loose one, he sighs when they are removed.

You smile as you do this, happy that you are relieving Takeru of his pain. As you rake your hands though Takeru’s wings you notice spots of red under the golden feathers.

“Have you been scratching your wings?” You asked Takeru, already knowing the answer. “Yeah”, Takeru breathed out. “You shouldn’t”, you tell Takeru, pulling out another feather.

Takeru sighs instead of answering. Once you are done with one wing you move to do the other one but Takeru grabs your hand, stopping you. You look over at him, scared about what might happen.

“Why are you doing this?” Takeru asks, “because I wanted to help you”, you looked away, “And because I like you”. You didn’t hear anything Takeru say anything but you heard him move.

Takeru let go of your arm and turned around, showing you his wings. You smiled, Takeru trusted you and of course liked you back.

You were going to have to thank Hikari. You continued removing Takeru’s loose feathers till there was none less. Of course there were going to be more loose ones tomorrow.

But you would be there to take care of them.

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lovelynim · 2 years

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TickleTober2022/Day 24 - Don’t move

Fugō Keiji Balance: Unlimited - Daisuke x Haru

“For the sixth time: don’t move. I can’t take your measures if you keep squirming like that,” Daisuke scolded Haru, who was holding his arms close to his torso, in something like a defensive stance.

“Then quit tickling me!” The man snapped back, feeling how the heat slowly took place on his cheeks. This whole new-suit idea was Daisuke’s after all, why was he the one getting yelled at?

Daisuke groaned. That’s why he would send people to do the job instead of getting it done himself. “Just hold your arms still, yes?”

“Fine…”

With the measuring tape in hand, Daisuke slowly approached his partner from behind, wrapping his arms around his waist before he did the same with the tape. However, as soon as his fingers brushed against the other’s skin, Haru jumped in responde, letting out another squeal.

“Y-you did it again!” He complained, rubbing the side of his waist to get rid of the sudden feeling. The annoyance in Daisuke’s look was getting visible to the point it was palpable.

“If you could do it yourself, we would already be done with this,” the man spoke, coldly, trying to recover his compose facade before giving it another try.

Despite hesitating a little, Haru tried to stiff his body one more time. He tried to concentrate, take his mind to somewhere else, imagine anything other than the… torture session he submited himself to.

But he couldn’t help but peek a little when he heard Daisuke’s laugh, turning to his partner with an embarrassed and angry expression, “what’s so funny?”

“You look so scared… is it that bad? Did I look that mad?” Daisuke teased, finding it somewhat cute how nervous the other was about it.

“Of course it is! You told me to “don’t move”, but didn’t stop tickling me!”

“Let me give you a hand then,” Daisuke smiled, gently taking Haru’s hands in his and slowly moving the tape arou- wait, that-

“Now I’m sure you won’t be able to move,” he continued, grinning as held Haru’s tied hands above his head and started pinching his waist mercilessly.

“HeheHEHey! T-Thahat’s not fahaHAHair!” The man tried to protest, battling to break free from the tape around his wrists, but quickly giving in to the laughter.

“Now that you can’t move away, I’ll finish taking your measures. After that, you are free to go, deal?” Daisuke teased as he clawed at the other’s vulnerable underarm, overpowering him with ease and managing to keep him pinned without much effort. “And don’t move, you don’t want me to have to start over, do you? ~”

A/N: Heeey! This is another pairing I wanted to write for before, back to when I was watching the show, but never actually did… So I’m glad I could take this prompt to give them a go! And I have to say, it was pretty fun to write this one, heheh, hope you enjoyed your reading!

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Heart-shaped headlights

4- Roll up the windows

Hanma x reader

Summary: Hanma besides being a well known delinquent was also known in the car scene for being a street racer, he seems to get every woman's attention but yours.

Warning: Angst, Mature themes, mention of suic!de.

Heart-shaped headlights

Masterlist

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It had been 9 days, 7 hours, 45 minutes and 15 seconds since he had last seen you. Since he had last seen the girl who had his heart, (Y/N).

Hanma now lied on his bed, eyes starring blankly at the white ceiling as his head filled with images of you. The way you were easily irritated by him and yet allowed him to place the softest kiss his ever given on your lips.

Hanma knew his feelings for you ran deep, as he had never dwelled this long on the thought of a person. Hanma was plagued with the worst illness ever - love.

He hated that it was because of a single emotion that he felt so much dread overwash him. Dread that stemmed from you ignoring him. He wasn't sure why you were ignoring him, he just knew you were.

He had thought that after your shared night at Roppongi that maybe you would open your heart to him, and you nearly did but somewhere along the lines he lost you and he wasn't sure why.

The feeling of coming back, three waters in hand, with the biggest smile on his face only to find you missing.

"Where's (Y/N)-chan?" He asked looking around wondering if you had not walked off somewhere .

"She left Hanma" Kisaki said as he removed his glassed to wipe them clean, giving little reaction to the Hanma's changing expression of happiness to confusion.

"What do you mean she left?" Hanma said as his eyebrows furrowed together, trying piece together your sudden disappearance.

"She's gone Hanma, as in she's left for home"

Hanma felt the confusion slowly drop to sadness at the mention of you ditching him. He wasn't a man whose feelings could easily be hurt and he never thought he'd ever taste heartbreak, but at that moment it was all he could taste in his mouth as he felt little cracks form in his heart.

"Why?" He asked as he felt his throat become dry, so lost in his emotions he had dropped the water bottles he held a moment ago with excitement.

"Hanma do you really know who (Y/N)-chan is?" Kisaki asked finally giving his full attention to the taller man with the sulken expression painted on his face.

Hanma didn't answer, he stood still feeling his heartbeating in his ears. Kisaki sighed at his reaction, never in his life would he have thought that the playboy himself would be so dramatic over a woman. Kisaki took the lack of answer to proceed with what he was saying.

"(L/N)(Y/N) is a girl in the illegal street racing scene, and the person who brought her into that world was (L/N) Daisuke"

Hanma knew that name (L/N) Daisuke, everyone did it was the name of one of the legends in the street racing scene. Even he someone who had join only a few years prior knew the man.

And now he had found out he was your father. Hanma stood there feeling like a fool how didn't he know he was your father you had the same last name, but as he continued his realization he noted that, that was the only thing the two of you had in common besides street racing. You didn't look like you father and you may be hard headed, stubborn and outspoken but you didn't have his larger than life personality that caused many to despise the man.

He really didn't know you...

"A thing or two they may not have mentioned about her father in all the grand stories, is that the man racked up debt and he couldn't pay it off. So before anyone could get to him he killed himself and now she has to pay it all off." Kisaki said placing his glasses back on his face.

"So before you go searching for her think about this, she has to pay her fathers debt off and you Shuji you win nearly every race, the ones worth status and money so wouldn't it be worth it for a girl like her to suddenly play along to your advances now that she's realized she can benefit from you. Think about it Hanma. Think." Kisaki said watching Hanma try to comprehend the information which was just bestowed upon him. He watched as his face dropped of any sadness, watching as the thoughts buzzed in the taller man's head, and all while Kisaki remained starring at him; Hanma could only get one thought articulated in his mind.

He really didn't know you...

Hanma shut his eyes tight trying his best to not have his memories relive him through that night.

He missed you he couldn't deny that, he couldn't deny he missed when you were pissed at him and he especially couldn't deny he missed when you had finally given him your soft smiles that made his heart beat faster than the car he drove.

But he was wary of Kisaki's words, he loved you but he wasn't going to allow you to slip him into a spell just so you could extort him. He wasn't as much as big dumb brute as everyone placed him for.

Hanma sat up from his bed, realizing that in these 9 days he had only left when he was required to race for Valhalla, otherwise he was bound to his rooftop apartment. And as luxurious as his apartment was he felt like a ghost in it. Trapped between the white walls as the thoughts off you once again overtook every inch of his mind.

He was ready to slink back down into bed and allow the thoughts of you to consume him, until the mention of your name would mean nothing to him and he could continue on with his life as if he had never met you. He was content on that ideal situation until he felt his phone buzz.

Someone's selling an old R32 Nissan Skyline GTR first addition model in Shibuya. Check it out.

He read the message that Baji had sent him. Hanma was settling on ignoring the message and going back to the plan of laying back in bed but a budding feeling of need told him to go see the car.

'Maybe getting out would do some good. Maybe I'll see a hot chick' Hanma thought as he tried to convince himself to get up and go to Shibuya.

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Hanma had decided against taking his car, as the scent of you still lingered in it even after all this time. So he instead walked, even if Shibuya was a lengthy walk he would rather endure it then have has mind remind him of the way you sat in his passenger's seat smiling up at him.

The sunny afternoon and the refreshing breeze slowly brought his mood slighlt upbeat as he began to enjoy his walk. He examined his surrounding realizing that he was close to the place where he'd fine the car Baji sent him to check out.

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Hanma had finally arrived at D&D motors, the place that was selling an almost replica of his own car, the only difference that the one held at this mechanic shop was about 1 second faster and in racing that 1 second counted more than a life.

"You must be the guy Baji said who'd be taking a look at the R 32" Kazutora said his gaze fixed on whipping the oil on his hands off, not realizing who was standing in the shop.

"Don't worry about the condition, it's really good. I did a bit tinkering-" Kazutora said stopping himself once his gaze met the man who stood in one of his best friends mechanic shop.

"Why the fuck are you here?" Kazutora said, his friendly demeanor gone now replaced with agitation.

"I'm here for the car" Hanma said keeping his voice monotone, trying his best to not get physical with the shorter man with the dangling ball earring. The last thing he needed to do was lose his temper now, he might end up killing him.

"You've got some fucken nerve showing up here, you know. First you break (Y/N)-chan's heart and then you buy her fathers car" Kazutora said trying to keep his cool.

He nearly snickered when he heard Kazutora accused him of breaking your heart, when you were actually the one who ripped his to pieces and didn't even have the decency to tell him yourself your true intentions.

"It's just a car"

"Just a car!" Kazutora yelled feeling the anger radiate throughout his body, as he looked at Hanma who remained disinterested.

"This car is (Y/N)-chan's fathers and the only reason she's selling it, is because she's quiting racing and still needs to pay off his debt you dickhead"

"Why she quit'en did everyone realize she's going to financially exploit them to pay off Daddys debt" Hanma said finally airing out some of the built up irritation he held towards the situation you had placed him in.

"What?!" Kazutora said snapping at the tattooed hand man who still stood their expressionless.

"Kisaki told me already her little get up. She was going to use me for my money to pay off her fathers debt"

Kazutora's angered expression dropped at Hanma's words, now replaced with one of confusion.

"You really are dumb as you are big" Kazutora said condescendingly.

"Need I remind you, you came after (Y/N), and if she would be using people for money you'd be the last on the list, hotshot" Kazutora said turning his back on Hanma readying to leave the man and go back to working on his own car.

Hanma was taken aback at Kazutora's words, so you weren't using him for money. Then why did you leave he thought, his mind trying to comprehend everything at once. He had to ask him it was the only way he would be able to sleep tonight.

"Then why did she leave?"

Kazutora turned around now facing Hanma once again, and any emotion of anger or irritation was gone instead cold eyes pierced into Hanmas golden ones. Without having to ask what Hanma meant, Kazutora already knew what he was referring to.

"Isn't it obvious"

"She saw you kiss that girl"

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How could you forget the image of Hanma kissing that girl. The way his large hands clung onto her waist as he deepened the kiss. The image seered into your mind.

It had been 9 full days since you last saw Hanma and you planned to extend those 9 days to forever.

Your heart fought against your mind, your heart wanting you to find closure to the situation whereas your mind refused to let him waste anymore of your time. You had sided with your mind, the last time you gave your heart a chance you watched as it was ripped into two right infront of your eyes.

You looked at the red roses that still sat on your kitchen counter not having the heart to dispose of it yet, for as much as you sided with your mind a small piece of you held onto Hanma.

You let your mind wonder a little bit onto him before you pulled it back to reality.

'I'm done with Hanma' you thought.

'I'm done with racing, I'm done with it all'

As dramatic as it sounded to leave everything behind, you knew it was for the best. You had decided that you wouldn't race anymore, you would get a proper job to pay off your father's debt, even if working at D&D motors was considered a 'proper job' you needed one that brought more financial income into your pockets. The only time you would go to races was to support your best friend - Hanemiya Kazutora.

You were settled on your thoughts. That would be your new life an ordinary 9 to 5 with occasional visits of support to watch Kazutora and that was that.

Your thoughts shifted when you saw a familiar name appear across your phone. Intending to ignore it a part of you had to know why he was calling.

"Hello?"

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"Hi, (Y/N)-chan. It's Hanma. I'm sorry for everything. I wanted to explain myself. I'll come to your place, I still remember your address...I really like you (Y/N)" Hanma said ending the voice message, the 15th one he had left thus far. Every attempt at calling you went unanswered, every message left unread - 100 unread messages now.

When his heart had realized his mistake it went straight into panick mode, trying everything in his will to talk to you, to explain the situation. He didn't care about how desperate he seemed he just had to hear your voice, even if you said the most meanest cruelest thing to him.

"She's not picking up" Hanma said to Kazutora who was now sitting on the hood of one of the cars he was working on, lounging about listening as Hanma panicked away.

"What did you expect was going to happen" Kazutora said not even bothering to look up from the JDM magazine he was skimming through.

Hanma's gaze was now locked on Kazutora's figure that lounged about on the car, not even somewhat sympathetic to his panicked expression.

"Why aren't you helping me?" Hanma burst out, finally causing Kazutora to look up at Hanma.

Kazutora's eyes hung low as he looked towards Hanma behind the pages of the magazine- a clear depiction of unamusement and irritation painted on his face.

"Why should I ? You hurt the woman I care about and you expect me to run laps to help you solve the problem you caused. Grow up" Kazutora said dropping his eyes back down to the magazine.

Kazutora was tired of this, he was tired of having Hanma be one of the topics you always spoke about lately. It's not that he envied the position Hanma was putting himself in romantically rather that he was tired of all the negative things he brought into your life, from the way you complained that he belittled you to nothing but one of his groupies to cheating in the race just to take you on a drive and the one night he thought you'd come back with good news his instead told how the man himself had kissed another girl infront of you.

"Just leave (Y/N)-chan alone it's for the best" Kazutora said putting the magazine to the side as he hopped off the hood of the car. Getting to once again leave Hanma alone, as he attempted to do the first time before Hanma had begged him to help contact you.

Hanma felt defeated, all he wanted was to talk to you and explain things, make you understand and he wasn't even granted that simple wish.

"I can't just leave her alone, I love her Kazutora and I know you're going to say it's sudden but I do. And I don't mean the type of rushed love you force yourself to feel when you find someone attractive, or the type of love you get because they make eyes at you I mean the type of love where I could listen to her talk about everything and anything, the type of love that even on her bad moppy days I'd be there to cheer her up, the type of love that everyday you learn to love each other a little more, the type of love that when you're apart it hurts and you pray to have them in your arms. As much as it be easy for me to forget about her and go back to the old ways I had I doubt my mind would ever let me. All I can do is think about her- all day and all night"

Kazutora listened to each and every word that left Hanmas lips, he watched as Hanmas face fell with sadness and only lit up when he thought about you. As much as Kazutora was against Hanma he couldn't leave him to just wallow in heartbreak.

"She's in her apartment. Knock 5 times she'll think it's me" Kazutora said now finally walking away from Hanma.

"Thank you, Kazutora" Hanma said loud enough so Kazutora would be able to hear as he walked away.

"Oh and take the car it'll get you to her faster" Kazutora said quickly turning around with the smile Hanma was accustomed to as he threw the R32 keys in his direction.

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Hanma had drove, like he have never driven before. Switching gears as fast as possible, speeding down various road all in the hopes of getting to you quicker. He didn't care about the tickets he would rack up from speeding and riding over red lights. You were the only thought on his mind the only thing motivating him to go further.

When Hanma had arrived at your apartment complex it didn't take him long to reach your apartment as long legs carried him swiftly up the flight of stairs until he was met with a familiar door.

"(Y/N)" Hanma called out knocking 5 times just as he was instructed to by Kazutora.

"(Y/N)-chan" He called out again against the door.

"Its me Hanma please open I have to talk to you" Hanma said, not caring that he unveiled his identity- if the sound of his voice hadn't already given it away.

"Please just please open" Hanma said as his face now rested against the door.

Hanma let out a shallow breath, before sucking in all the air his lungs allowed him to fill up with, screaming your name over and over again.

"Please just open!"

Hanma pressed his face right up against the door, hoping that any moment you would swing the door open to tell him to stop yelling, anything so he could somehow wiggle is way into your home.

But after 15 minutes he realized you wouldn't open, so Hanma did what he thought was best. He would confess right outside your door hoping that it would be enough for your forgiveness.

"(Y/N)-chan, I know what you saw at Roppongi may have looked like I was kissing someone else, if I saw you in that same position as me I'd be just as pissed but I didn't know the girl she just grabbed me and I tried to pull away and she grabbed tighter. It was chaos (Y/N)-chan. You don't have to believe me but I wouldn't of done all this if I didn't care. I do care, I care so much. In these last 9 days all I could think about is you. How pissed I made you and yet you still agreed to go out with me on a stupid date, how you smiled at me. How you didn't pull back when I kissed you meant the world to me and for the past few days I knew what feeling was bubbling inside me it was love... I love you (Y/N)"

Hanma was still met with silence as he finished his confession with his face still against the door. So lost of hope until he heard the jingle of the lock being moved around, a sign that the door would open.

It was finally happening you were opening the door for him and no matter what reaction you gave, whether you accepted or rejected his confession he was going to kiss you, even if it meant you'd hit him so hard his face would be bruised.

The door slightly began opening, Hanma could see the image of a silhouette form behind the door and he readied himself.

It was happening the door was finally opening to releave none other than

A shirtless Rindou

"God, Hanma your banging woke me up you're lucky you didn't wake (Y/N) up"

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