#hanabi x reader

[eternity-death]

Penacony Reactions to you spanking them

No TW’s I think. Just sillies being silly. Established relationship with Reader in all these hc’s.

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Hanabi

Head snaps 180° at you and you scream.

She’s traumatized you and now you will never do it again.

This doesn’t stop her from getting you back, though. And she’ll do it in public to make it worse. It’s not a one-and-done deal either, it becomes a regular thing.

You’ve just sentenced yourself to a life of sore-booty and humiliation. Was it really worth it?

Black Swan

Stares at you.

Her expression is a little hard to read and the longer she looks at you the more you feel implored to apologize.

She’s not mad though, she’s actually rather amused. And she’s getting even more entertainment by watching you squirm.

Eventually she gives and just chuckles. If you’ll allow her, then she’ll give you a nice tap on the butt too.

Sampo

He does that one goofy (Mickey mouse) scream.

Very animated reaction. Jumps 10 feet off the ground and covers his behind. He looks back at you like a kicked puppy but you know it’s all fake.

Sniffles and says smthn like, “How could you do this to your best bud, Sampo?”

Gets you back when you least expect it. Like you actually scream bloody murder because your guard is down and you can’t hear him sneak up on you bc he’s light on his feet. It doesn’t matter if you’re in public either. Be very afraid.

Aventurine

“Woah! Getting a little frisky, eh?”

If you’ve got something separating you two like a chair or a counter, he will chase you around it to reach you. Spanks you back, harder, with zero hesitation.

He starts tapping your butt as a regular thing afterwards. Almost like a greeting.

“Hey babe.” Then a light slap. When he feels extra mischievous he’ll grab it.

Acheron

You are unable to slap her booty because she catches your hand before it makes contact.

Just kind of looks at you and goes, “What are you doing.”

You explain to her that spanking is a sort of gesture between close companions. She doesn’t quite get it but decides to just go with it.

Later on, when she greets you, she strikes her hand down on your behind so hard that your teeth clatter. She asks if she did it right with such a hopeful tone, that you can’t find it in yourself to tell her that shattering someone’s pelvis is not part of the gesture. (When she does find out that she’s hurt you she apologizes deeply and coddles you)

Dr. Ratio

Lets out a high pitched yelp.

Gives you the most scandalized look and defensively rubs his tush.

“Did you really just do what I think you did?”

Strategizes a way to get you back. He has a blackboard with physics equations for the perfect angle and fall of his hand, pinned papers and calendars with your schedule and his, etc. He’s terrible at hiding his intentions too. When the time comes for his revenge you already anticipate it. What you didn’t anticipate was how strong he was. You guess those biceps aren’t just for show.

Firefly

Why would you ever? What kind of monster are you?

She yelps and just stares at you; hands covering her behind, face flushed, and her mouth agape.

Apologize.

Sam

You have a death wish.

Another one who catches your hand before you can spank. He just puts your hand back in your lap and goes, “No.”

He actually just doesn’t want you to hurt yourself. His… butt… isn’t very soft, you see.

If you want him to, he’ll lightly tap yours back.

March 7nth

Gasps and launches herself at you with full intention of getting you back.

It turns into a chase, where you run in circles around the gazebo until she gets too tired and gives up.

You laugh about it but later forget. Little do you know, March has been scheming ever since.

“AHA!” You feel a harsh slap against your behind and yelp. The vendor you were talking to looks at you and your girlfriend as if you’ve both grown an extra head. She laughs victoriously, “See? I told you payback was coming!”

Robin

“Oh!!!” Gasps and covers herself. She’s a little freaked out at first but once she see’s it’s you she giggles.

You don’t really expect her to spank you back but she does. With the same amount of force that you used.

It kinda escalates into a competition where you two see who can land the most spanks in one day. Just don’t do it in front of her brother.

You’re losing btw.

Sunday

Do NOT spank him in public. He will be very crossed with you. Not funny did not laugh.

You may proceed with the spank if you are in private though.

He actually squeaks when you do. Then once the initial shock wears off he laughs, incredibly amused by you. Doesn’t say it but he plans on returning the favor.

When he does get you back you don’t expect it. You’re probably cooking or marking off the calendar when he passes you and goes, “Good morning, my love.” And then he slaps your butt. Moderate strength, enough to make you yelp but not enough to sting.

[1nterstell4r]

How She Spends Valentines Day With You.

HSR [Penacony] Females x reader

robin loves to spend valentines day with you. she gets you a pretty bouquet of flowers that she picked out just for you. to be honest, she spent a while pondering which flowers you'd like the best and even asked the botanist about what each flower meant in the language of flowers.

firefly is very excited, getting you a box of candy to show her appreciation and love towards you. she takes you to her secret spot as a date spot so you both won't get interrupted by anyone else. it's honestly the perfect spot to settle down together and have a little picnic.

black swan is delighted when you present her a gift for valentines. she accepts it gracefully and opens it with a smile when she sees what's inside. she can't help but cherish whatever gift you might have gotten her.

hanabi (sparkle) is surprised when you give her a gift for valentines. are you sure that's really meant for her? well, if you say so! she's not opposed to valentines day but it's not really her thing. she will try to gift you something in return later in the day.

acheron didn't even remember it was valentines day but has a soft smile on her face when you present her with a gift. she's set on getting something as a gift for you as well but can't seem to find the right thing that she wants to give you. she just can't decide on the perfect valentines day gift.

do not repost this writing elsewhere. thank you. -mod cyno

[kikiwooo]

Hello!! How are you doing? I hope you are doing just well and fine <3

I am so sorry if I made you uncomfortable with this request and please don't feel pressured to do it.

I was wondering if you could do a yandere headcanons for genderbend Lesley, Fanny, Hanabi, Irithel, Masha, Selena and Valentina? (You can do more if you'd like, and obviously you can also do less I wouldn't mind either way☺️)

Again you don't have to do this and I hope you have a good day/night!!~

notes: yandere themes, genderbent character(s), gn reader

Do not like the DAMN post, reblog and comment instead. That's how Tumblr works if you don't know.

© @/kikiwooo

Lesley is a observer, nearly nothing can escape from his hawk-like eyes. His eyes are constantly on you, watching your every move, expression... He can be affectionate if you decide to obey him. Lesley can and will kill anyone he sees as a treat to both of your relationship, he's merciless deep down.

Fanny is strong, everyday he trains himself to the death, to be able to protect you better of course! He has quite a well-built body and the stamina of a monster. It's nearly impossible to outrun him...would you try to run away? With Fanny, he has two personalities, a lovesick puppy with you and a ruthless monsters to others who he sees as a treat.

Hanabi is a nightmare to deal with, he can pop off from every corner. Nothing seems to be impossible for him when it comes to you, his one and only. Hanabi is strict when it comes to his rules and expects you to obey them, however, he's not afraid to be a little rough with you. In the end he'd continue the relationship like nothing happened.

Irithel has a strong sense of protection when it comes to you, his mate. He often leaves Leo with you for that matter. He makes sure that you're well fed and warm, he cares whenever you're unhappy or not, being sad can make you sick y'know. He loves to get cozy with you, go on, lay on his chest. Irithel will try his hardest to not squeeze you here and there. It's pure adoration.

Masha can sometimes be overwhelming, he can't help it when he constantly worries over you. He is your shadow and he'll always be, if any treat, he'll be your shield. Masha uses the cold weather to his advantage, he's running warm and he knows it, he knows how you're inching to nuzzle him for warmth. Once you snuggled into him, Masha will trap you into his chest for as long as he likes, you really don't have a say in this.

Selena is a tease, a huge one at this point. He's just obsessed with you, not just you of course, the little things about you... The expressions you give him, ah aren't you just the cutest! Selena basically worshiphs you, his honey-like words are to fall for, he loves running his hands down your body, to him you're perfect. He can get quite dangerous if provoked, I suggest you to not get onto his bad side.

Don't even test Valentine, you'd only make a fool of yourself. He knows every possibility you can think and do, he observed you from the start and is still doing that. He knows every little things about you that you don't. Why don't you just be good and come sit on his lap? There's a glint in his eyes the way he wraps his arms tight around your waist.

[tatsumessy]

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pairing: Neji Hyuga x fem reader

prompt: "give me a chance. to prove what i can make you feel."

warnings: forced orgasm, slight choking, cunnilingus, fem receiving, fingering.

theme: Angst - Smut

synopsis: Neji couldn’t understand why you hated him so much, one day he finally has had enough and take matters into his own hands.

word count: 2k

200 follower special 🧸

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

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You grew up alone in the hidden leaf village being left on the door steps of the third hokage. The only reason he knew you were apart of the hidden L/n clan was based off of a tattoo you had on your ankle.

He and a select few knew what had happened to your clan the horrible massacre that took upon your family leaving you an orphan. The third hokage gladly took you in a raised you as his own daughter but was clear to make sure to not hide who you were and what your past consisted of.

You now at the age of 18 could master all five nature transformations. You went through intense training after the chunin exams and went through hidden training but sometimes the third would have you train with an actual team. And the team he chose was Gai sensei.

That’s when you first met Neji Hyuga, you were both the same age and had the same set of skills. At that time you could only master two of the nature transformations, water release and wind release.

“Third Hokage what a surprise.” Gai said walking into the room, you kept your head down on your paper writing down things to study. “This is Y/n. I would like for you to train her with your team for now.” Gai gladly accepted and brought you to the training grounds where everyone else was waiting.

Lee, Ten and Neji all looked at you with different expressions which made you feel uncomfortable. “Y/n, why don’t you show us what you can do so I can better evaluate you.” Gai spoke moving out the way letting you have the space to show off your technique.

Using you water and wind release together creating ice, Gai and Lee praised your skill while Ten sat their admiring it in silence and Neji scoffed turning away in dissatisfaction.

From that day forward a hatred for the stuck up Neji Hyuga started to form. What made it worse was that it wasn’t hatred at all, you had actually liked him a lot not just for his skill and preservation but for his personality and the person that he holds himself to be. You respected him, but you would never fool yourself to have those type of feelings so the best way to ignore them is by ignoring him.

Currently at the rank Jonin you were sent on many missions along with Neji who became the same rank around the same time you did. This last mission you attended took over a few months to complete and by the time you came back it was evident how much you physically changed.

“Y/N!!!” Sakura and Ten ran over to you greeting you at the entrance of the gate, you gave the both of them a hug and smiled at how much you missed your friends. “Look at you, you are practically glowing.” Ten said grabbing your hand and spinning you around, “Now that you’re here, you can join us on this trip that we were all getting ready to leave for.” Sakura said wrapping her arm around yours while Ten held onto the bag you were carrying.

“I guess. I don’t have any upcoming missions so I guess.” Sakura squealed in excitement, “Neji just came back a few days ago too so that means everyone’s here.” “Wait what?” You said stopping in your tracks. “Yeah. It’s just a trip for us, a few days by a lake a ways out. It’s supposed to be really fun.” Ten said and you immediately shook your head in disagreement.

“I can’t go.” “Why because of Neji? I don’t know what you two have going on, you two have hated each other ever since you joined the team.” Ten said walking forward towards your house with Sakura pulling on your arm. “I hate stuck up people. Simple. Not everyone has lived the life that he has or anyone else.” You say looking down at your ankle at you clan tattoo.

“Well suck it up for a week. Can you do that? We all missed you. It never fails that you tend to take missions that last months.” Sakura complained as you three arrived at your house, you thanked the both of them and went inside to unpack what you didn’t need.

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You were the last to arrive at the lake due to just coming back from an extended mission so everyone was expecting you to be late. When you arrived Lee, Naruto, Shikamaru and Choji attacked you with hugs and greetings, Neji stayed sitting down where he was sitting while you greeted everyone but him.

“How was the mission? I’m sure it was easy for you but why did it take so long and why was it extended?” Shikamaru asked, “Yeah? When we heard from the granny that your mission was extended we couldn’t understand why. We all assumed you got injured or something.” Naruto asked adding onto Shikamaru questions.

“I finished the mission a couple of months ago. I did get injured which kept me there for at most a week. After that I wanted to stay, the village itself was beautiful and I learned a lot about myself and my techniques there.” You said pushing a small piece of hair behind your ear. You unconsciously looked over at Neji who was staring at you, furrowing your eyebrows you looked away and started to bite on your fingernail.

Recently anytime you would think about Neji this heated feeling would erupt inside of you and now that he was here infront of you didn’t make it any better. You squeezed your thighs together throwing your attention back into the conversation. Everyone decided they wanted to take a dip in the lake so everyone had left to change into their swim clothes.

Gifted by someone from the village you just came from you wore an all black two piece that really showed off your curves that you gained during the mission. You followed out behind Sakura and your eye’s immediately landed on Neji who had just risen from under the water, his wet hair was slicked back revealing his kekkei genkai.

Your insides were doing that weird thing again and you ended up running back inside the building. Your heart was beating fast and your face was heating up and the slick between your thighs was making your life a living hell. You decided to stay in your room for the rest of the night just hoping to get your hormones and body under control.

Hours passed and once everyone had fallen asleep you made your way outside after putting some clothes on and sat down in a secluded area that had a great view of the sky and lake in one. You were busy admiring the lake when you felt a presence behind you, getting ready to protect yourself from and attack Neji showed himself ready for a counter attack.

You let out a small sigh of relief before standing up and getting ready to leave but Neji grabbed your arm forcefully pushing you back into the tree you were sitting near. “Ow. Hyuga. You’re hurting me.” You said trying to pull your arm away but he wouldn’t listen, in the back of your mind this aggressiveness was turning you on so bad but you weren’t going to show it.

“Tell me. What’s your problem with me?” He asked releasing his grip and crossing his arms over his chest. “Why ask after all these years. You didn’t seem to care then so why now?” You asked ignoring his question.

“At first I didn’t care but then it annoyed me that everytime your eyes laid on mine you would either roll them or get up and leave the room. You had no shame and showing everyone that you hated me.” He spoke pressing his fingers on the bridge of his nose in annoyance. He looked back at you seeing as you had your arms crossed and wasn’t looking at him.

“So all you feel for me is hatred?” He asked seeing if that would get you to answer him, “Yes. I don’t like arrogance fools like you, now if you’ll excuse me.” You were about to walk away but he stepped infront of you again blocking your path.

“Fine then.” He let out an exhausted sigh spewing some curses under his breath before looking back up at you. "Give me a chance. To prove what i can make you feel." Before you could answer his hand gripped the back of your neck pulling your face closer to his.

His lips forcefully pressed against yours pulling you into a heated make out session where he took full control. His tongue attacked yours taking over your whole mouth almost making your legs feel weak just from the things his tongue was accomplishing. His other hand made its way down to the bottom of your dress lifting it up to your abdomen giving him full access to your already dripping cunt.

His hand rubbed the wet patch formed around your core and pulled away from the kiss smirking down at you. “Already this wet for me? I haven’t even done anything.” He devoured your lips once again as his three fingers started rubbing your clit through your panties forcing a lewd moan out of your mouth and into his.

He smirked into the kiss pulling away and using his thumb to pull on your bottom lip, he seemed entranced by the expression you were making as his fingers pressed gently on your clit. A moan slipped out again and Neji could feel his member twitching in his pants. He only meant to mess with you a little bit to make you loosen up around him but he took the situation too far and he doesn’t believe he can back down now.

As his fingers rubbed along the inside of your fold gathering the slick wetness that formed, his member grew harder and harder each passing second he had you under him. Your ips started to grind against his hand pulling a shock reaction from him. He watched you pleasure yourself using his hand with no shame, your moans stayed at a low sound as you back arches against the tree.

Pulling your panties down to your ankles he bent down getting on his forcing one of your thighs onto his shoulder. “Neji…stop what are you doing?” You asked covering your reddened face, he ignored your question and used his tongue to lick a long stripe on your core. You flinched from the new sensation as his mouth dove in to lick and suck on your clit, to make it even worse his index finger rubbed light circles around your entrance teasing you to a horrible extent.

“Ahh…fuck Neji stop teasing me please.” You said begging him to apply more pressure to the area you wanted it most, without warning he stuck two fingers in immediately reaching your sensitive spongy spot almost making you cum right there. He continued to pump his fingers in and out of you curling them every now and then watching how his fingers would make your body react.

He pulled his mouth away from your now sensitive bud and stood up with his fingers still pumping in and out of you. His free hand grabbed your chin forcing you to look at him and just like you his lewd expression made you want to take him right there. His mouth attached to yours once again and this time his kiss was much more gentle as his mouth pressed kisses along your jawline down to your neck.

You but your lip trying to suppress your moans as the knot in the pit of your stomach was becoming agonizingly tight and the moment his fingers curled again it snapped without warning and you came all over his hand. He removed his himself from you and his free hand ran through his hair.

He was trying to figure out why he did what he did, you looked at him embarrassed for yourself seeing as you let your guard down and he took advantage of that moment. “I-I’m going to go.” He spoke with a hint of blush on his cheek, you looked dazed slipping your panties back on and making your way back to your room.

After that night you and Neji always got awkward around each other. Not in a weird way but for you it was you wanted to do more than just harmless kissing and touching.

[nejisworshipper]

It is absolutely crazy how hinatafans brag about “hinata beating hanabi effortlessly” in Boruto era when it is not what happened at all.

1)Novel is written by some no-name,not Kishimoto so it is not canon and it doesn’t matter but I decided to humour myself.

2)hanabi is a jonin because she has her own team of genins she teaches while hinata is still a chunin. (So,obviously: hanabi is stronger and a generally better shinobi than hinata.)

3)hinata does not train and does not go on missions: her lazy a$$ has retired completely. Even if we count novels,what are not canon because aren’t written by Kishimoto,there hinata has only once gone on a cheap G rank mission to take some sh!tty photos and occasionally,not regularly,trains with Boruto and himawari,who are literal children and not even real Hyuga. (So,duh: no development,only degradation.)

4)hinata in the novels still can’t use any real,strong,upper level Hyuga jutsu: no full-body blow,no rotation and on top of this,hinata never learned how to perform 64 palms correctly. (So hinata is nowhere Neji’s level,and also certainly weaker than hiashi.)

5)hinata only used very very basic taijutsu every background Hyuga can—there was nothing impressive about hinata fighting hanabi in the novel.

6)hinata only won because hanabi was distracted: Hanabi was literally stressing out so much about Naruto neglecting hinata,himawari and boruto that Hanabi dead serious tried to convince hinata to leave Naruto and to live with her and hiashi together with kids.

7)Anyway,this novel fight is not canon,and in manga drawn by Kishimoto Hanabi beat the crap out of hinata,so in fact: Hanabi>hinata.

If you don’t believe me,read the novel yourself: here are the screenshots.

[yellowymellon]

"Dream maker

Heart breaker

Earth Quaker

I can be anything that you want me to"

Also

"I don't mind tryin' on someone else

I won't mind see just how it felt

I might like changing my disguise

To make you happy!"

And

"you can be my.....Trail blazer" 💀💀

HANABI/SPARKLE IS MADE FOR THIS SONG LITERALLY HOW

[nejiwasalwaysright]

@cloudaintfair-archive So,this stupid brainless fool came to my askbox throwing a tantrum,but quickly shitted yourself and ran away 🤭

So,what it said is:

🤡:Neji is a cold blooded monster who almost murdered hinata for no reason at all! hinata is innocent and her only sin is being born into the main branch!

Do you bitch see how NARUTO encourages hinata to risk her health and life and to fight Neji for meaningless to hinata moral ideas?

Do you cunt see how hinata shits herself and demands Neji to fight her?

How fucking even dare you to bark at Neji after all of this?

[unicreamuwu]

You changed her name to Hanabi, nice!

Yeah, I thought that name would fit her the most.

[nejigirl5]

| I’ll Never Leave You | [pt. 2/3]

Neji x Hyuga-Branch!Fem!Reader

Disclaimer READ!!!:  I didn’t watch Neji’s death, I stopped somewhere around episode 300 because honestly the plot was really getting bad and upsetting, and I already knew what happened in the future, so way before 364. Because of this, I don’t know a ton about the location nor some other things that would be essential for me to accurately write this scene and so through this I just decided that it would be best for me to just wing it… it probably makes no sense to people who actually watched it, but, it’s the best I could do with my knowledge and the amount of research I could do on it without actually watching the scene. 

WC: 2437

Warnings: Major Character Death (He’ll come back in pt. 3!), Mentions overeating food pills for energy, sad (but I didn’t write it very sad). 

A/n: It’s past 11:30 right now, and I am exhausted. I wasn’t able to spend as much time on this as I would like (thought I’ve been working on this all day) and so the scene is not emotional whatsoever and I apologize! It’s also very short and feels super rushed. Hopefully pt. 3 (which is the main part) will be a whole lot better and longer. This is by far the worst part there will be. 

The room that Y/n had spent so many days in felt surprisingly cold and unfamiliar in the new era. It was a different time, the announcement of war finally present and all able shinobi heading off to fight. They would be wearing a different headband then, one not of Konoha as usual, but one of the Allied Shinobi Forces, the united front against whatever threat was out there at the time.

Despite it's minimalistic and dull appearance, the gathering hall where all the Hyuga clan members had met so many times was a place where so many memories had been made, and so many people had been met by Y/n, including Neji. The cold feeling that came from the Hyuga elders was something that was often dismissed, even when talking about things as serious as the coming war to those who were not trained shinobi.

Lessons of tea serving and etiquette had been taught in the room, by the women in the clan charged with passing down their skills to the future generations. Announcements of the happiest occurrences, and the saddest passings had been spoken and echoed off those very walls. But even such as the one that was always expected, was never ready to be heard. Specifically, when it was finally time for everyone to leave for the war.

Shouldn't one who had grown fairly close to him, be happy for Neji when he walked up to the front next to Hiashi and the clan elders, seeing people quietly cheering for the genius prodigy that would be representing them. But like anything, it was a war. The sad fact of it all, was, that anyone could pass no matter their talent, which was the only justification Y/n could give to that feeling throughout all the guilt.

It was true that her relationship with him had improved overtime, especially since the announcement of the war had come. They weren't that friendly with each other still, but the stoic facade that was his expression seemed to have melted away slightly in Y/n's presence. The lack of acknowledgement had dwindled, her even picking up on the eye contact they shared for a short moment while he stood facing the crowd, a hint of softness and appreciation almost able to be captured, something that would have never occurred months before.

It felt like a crime, really, to have any doubts about his abilities in combat after all those years of training he underwent, so much so that his reassuring soft smile after the assembly wasn't close to enough to calm Y/n's nerves. If anything, it heightened them. The idea that he was finally leaving, only a few hours after that morning, easily made her feel lightheaded, so it was good he stopped her when he did.

It was a collected grab of the arm, one that was oddly familiar at that point, in which he pulled her to the side. "What's with that look on your face?" He asked, an obvious frown and expression of nervousness evident. "Look on my face?" Y/n responded, clearly confused. "Nevermind. Anyways, I'm leaving in a few hours. I thought that I at least owed you a friendly goodbye." Frustration filled her mind at that, furrowing her brow. "You don't owe me anything, Neji. I thought we clarified that." She scowled, tilting her head with newfound confidence with his strange behavior.

"Well, I'll be back before you know it. And then you can bother me again as usual." He smirked, letting her arm go and starting to walk out to meet with Hinata and the rest of the Hyuga's heading off to the Land of Lightning. "Neji... Your lunch." Her timidness caught up with her again, and something about that moment made the day feel like any other, which was comforting. The bento box with a cloth tied around it hung off her wrist as he grabbed it. No words were said, naturally, seeing as it was Neji, only another one of his small smiles and a nod of his head, things that were returned by Y/n as she walked off herself, trying to focus less on the predicament and more on preparing for the moment he arrived back.

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Hours passed, and it could only be assumed that they were long gone on their journey. Still, Y/n couldn't bring herself to leave and head home. She wanted to try out some new recipes, as she learned he preferred the mackerel she cooked and had made the goal of making a portable nishin soba dish. Despite him not being there anymore, sitting underneath the tree near the training grounds made it feel like he still was. She could almost  see him training like she had witnessed so many times before if she squinted her eyes, but reality flashed between the scenes and the log was standing solemnly alone, avoiding the constant abuse after so many days of it being routine.

Maybe she was too attached, some might say obsessed, but it wasn't like anyone else cared. Just the thought that possibly, just maybe, he might have been thinking about her while he leaped through the trees, was enough to keep her sitting there, wanting to be as close as possible to him in these times. Y/n had always seen the way Hinata was with Naruto back when they were genin, and had never understood why one would fall for him, when Neji was right there. But she couldn't help but wonder now, is this what Hinata felt like? It was something to keep her mind busy as she pondered, at least until a voice broke her train of thought.

Read the disclaimer if you skipped it!

"Y/n?" A voice called, one that belonged to Hanabi. "Shouldn't you be at home? What are you doing?" She asked, sitting beside Y/n. The two had never been close, though they were the same age. Both busy on their own paths, as a shinobi life was vigorous and busy, they had rarely talked to each other. "Oh... well... it's just..." Y/n started, though was quickly cut off. "I get it. But if I were you, I wouldn't be that worried about him." She tried to relate. "Big sis knows him better than me... but you've seen him train. He's a genius. I'm sure he'll be okay." Hanabi gave a reassuring smile.

"If anything, I'm worried about her! - I mean, she's great and all, but I can't help but think..." Hanabi mumbled.  "The land of lightning is a long way away... I heard they were going to be stationed on the south part of the border with the land of frost." She continued. "The land of frost?" Y/n questioned, not having heard of that land in the small bubble that was her life.  "Yeah... They just left a bit ago, I guess they're already on their way now." They continued to discuss it.

"Y'know I'm surprised you didn't follow him all the way there." Hanabi mentioned randomly, pausing the conversation. "I didn't really think it was an option... I mean I didn't know where they would be... and I wouldn't be able to get there in time to do or see anything..." Y/n frowned. "Well you know where they're gonna be now... plus you got me. If I'm being honest, it'd be really fun to go on an adventure instead of being stuck in the village right now. Nothing to do, really." Hanabi smiled.

"Yeah... It would." Y/n nodded in agreement. "Well then, let's go!" Hanabi got up, holding her hand out to pull Y/n up. "Right now?" She asked. "Well yeah, if you want to make it in time." Hanabi gestured for her to take her hand. "I can teach you how to move through the forest, it'd be a whole lot faster than walking on roads." She started, earning another nod from Y/n.

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After gathering up some basic ninja tools and a large stock of food pills, and showing Y/n how to awkwardly hold a kunai as well as jumping through trees, they were finally ready to set off. "No home cooked lunch box today!" Hanabi smiled, jumping onto a tree with Y/n following, trying to recover from a slight stumble. "You're a natural!" She said, watching Y/n trip over a branch. "Uh... yeah... definitely a natural." Y/n laughed softly.

In order to proceed faster, Y/n ate more and more food pills, gaining more energy and speed with each one and recovering from the obvious fatigue quicker. At least after a few hours, they were finally closing in on the border of the land of fire with the land of hot water. "Well this is where i'll be taking my leave." Hanabi handed Y/n the map, a compass, and her food pills. "Might be a bit hard to navigate, but i'm sure you'll figure it out!" She smiled for the last time. "You're leaving?" Y/n asked, surprised. "Well, I have to get back to the village, or people will be worried. Good luck Y/n!" She said, before starting to leave.

It was at that moment that Y/n felt a surge of energy. She was on her own, and it was up to her to get to Neji. It wasn't very clear to her what she would or could do for him, but she hoped, that maybe, if there was someone cheering for him, if there was someone who was waiting for him and he knew that, that he might try all that harder to keep living. Because even he didn't know how much she needed him. That it was his life that mattered, not anyone else's.

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The battlefield was littered with corpses when she finally arrived, a long time after she had started her journey, and she was quick to scout the area for Neji. Shinobi were still there, fighting against a few of the white zetsu clones that were still occupying the area. As she moved closer to them, chewing on more food pills as her vision was already getting blurry, a shinobi finally noticed her.

"Who are you?" He asked, pointing to his headband. "I was looking for someone... Neji?" She asked quietly. "Neji Hyuga? He left with some of the others to assist the first division." He pointed north on her map. "But you should head out, clearly you're not a shinobi. I don't know how you even made it this far." He advised. "I have to go. Thank you, though." She started heading off again. "You'd probably be doing more harm than help, you know." He warned. That was something that she wasn't even thinking about at the time.

Hours later, a half asleep Y/n was fully awake after hearing the loud roar that echoed through the air. "Maybe it's just in my head?" She mumbled, eating more food pills to keep her going. She knew she would be too sore to move a muscle when she got home, and would probably have to sleep for days, but she was this far into her almost pointless journey, so why stop now?

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READ THE DISCLAIMER IF YOU STILL SKIPPED PLEASE! - I know it is awful, I apologize.

Finally clearing the forest, it was clear that the noise was not just in her head. A giant monster, whatever it was, was miles away covering the battlefield. Despite the obvious danger, somehow, she continued on, now as determined as ever. 'If I'm good at anything, i'm at least a decent shield.' She thought, hoping she could be of use if needed. After continuing her sprint despite the burnout, she was only a minute away, finally able to get a glimpse of Neji, an unmistakable figure even through the battlefield. She gained a newfound appreciation for the hours she spent avoiding sleep and staying up to watch Neji, her able to handle the lack of it much better than others would.

Suddenly, the giant mass that was the ten tails, started to shoot wooden projectiles into the air at the shinobi, the sound like shattering glass as they rippled through the air at an incredible speed. As they ricocheted off the ground in the background when dodged, Y/n was forced to duck down to avoid getting hit, but was relieved to see Naruto, then Hinata in the line of fire, and not Neji. That was at least her thought in the split second that it took for Neji to jump in front of them. "Neji!" Y/n screamed, though it was muffled by the sounds of the battle, no one hearing it, let alone Neji himself. She was only a minute away. "I... I could have saved him... I..." She muttered out, tears falling down on her hands as she got up, running closer to see him. 'Maybe... maybe he'll be okay... if he gets a medic...' But in the moments that she was only some yards away, she could see it in his eyes. There was no saving him, because there was no one there to show him that they were waiting for him. Waiting for him to come home. He couldn't see her, how his pain wasn't just his own, how it was shared. Just like the caged birds on both their foreheads, though he had gone through so much worse, they were in it together. He just needed to see that.

It felt like being crushed by a boulder, like her entire life was crumbling apart. No one noticed her, no one saw her, and even Naruto and Hinata, who broke promises and never cared, weren't even sorry enough to save him. Those words the shinobi spoke finally got to her throughout the chaos, denial quickly approaching as she closed her eyes, hoping it was just a dream. Even if she was to stab them both with kunai, like she wanted to, she knew Neji wouldn't have wanted her to do that. A single second she could have taken away from Naruto's time could be the difference between life or death for everyone in the world.

Swallowing her grief, it was time to make her way home. She was one minute away from saving the most important person in the world to her. The one time she wasn't there was the one time it really mattered, and now he was gone, and she herself felt dead. He lied, at least that was what he thought when he pictured her face when she would hear the news in the village, not having noticed her presence. But part of him wondered, could he still keep his promise? Well the light was getting closer, he decided to think about it later. 

A/n: Pt. 3 will be 10x better than this (because honestly this was a very trashy chapter), and it will be a lot longer! It’s set in Boruto time and I will not finish it at 11:58 so it doesn’t feel rushed hopefully. 

[todorokies]

A LONG WALK - satoru gojo & suguru geto

✩࿐ a midnight summer stroll with your companions stirs certain emotions regarding self doubts & nostalgia . . .

contents: sfw, polygamous satosugu x reader (can be perceived as platonic or romantic), gn!reader, fluff & angst with some comfort, 1.3k words

a/n: based off of this fanart … pls support me by reblogging my work !!

the chilled summer breeze flows melodically through the air and finds its way swirling into your skin, arising small goosebumps on your exposed arms. you should’ve taken suguru’s advice into consideration by wearing a light cardigan for your midnight outing instead of leaving with a simple tank top.

albeit taken back by the breeze, you couldn’t be truly bothered by it, allowing the gentle wind to cascade your face caressing you softly like an embrace. with closed eyes, enjoyable fragments of your childhood flashes before your eyes with each rippling gust of currency.

your mother taking you to your first hanabi festival, getting your face painted with unique spiral patterns, the colourful loud sparks of light illuminating the sky as children’s laughs and adults’ excited clamours follows along with each firework.

your chest begins to rapidly ache by the supposedly fond memory, causing palpitations on your fragile heart. your innocence got unrightfully taken away at such a young age being forced to slave the rest of your life away to the occupation of a sorcerer, something you still haven’t come to terms with.

despite the roaring traffic in the centre of the city, a particular voice is able to pull your mind out of self imprisonment.

“a penny for your thoughts?” satoru appears standing by your side with two popsicles in one hand —one that is wrapped and the other unwrapped, presumably his.

you playfully scoff, reaching for the wrapped popsicle and satoru takes a seat next to you on the bench; your face must’ve been in clear discomfort for him to ask. “keep the penny, it’s nothing serious.” you attempt to wave off his concerns.

he nudges at your elbow, “if it’s causing you to look like you’re going through a midlife crisis on a park bench then it’s definitely serious, cmon spill it.” his words are lighthearted but voice is woven with sympathy.

“where’s suguru?” you dodge his inquiry “and you got me the shittiest flavour, really? nobody likes grape, you should know by now i’m a cherry type of person.”

satoru throws a complex glance your way but decides to not push it any farther, “he went to the convenience store to pick up some ingredients. i think he wanted to cook us beef stir-fry this time? not sure though.”

you hum in acknowledgment finding it a bit strange how he doesn’t press you for more information or your popsicle flavour statement. comfortable silence soon falls amongst you two, the frequent honking of cars and chatting of civilians keeps the streets lively. it’s a nice reminder that you’re never truly alone in such a big city as tokyo.

but alas, the warmth the eccentric city provided could never be enough to rebuild the wall of blissful ignorance you once had as a child. having to lick over the fresh wounds that reopen every time something triggers the painful truth of your inevitable death that will come from this line of work.

you must’ve been zoned out for quite some time because the grape popsicle began to melt and trickle down your hand landing in droplets on your pants.

“‘toru—” you begin but bite your tongue unaware of where to even start in your pursuit to find answers to calm your erratic mind.

“what does nostalgia feel like to you?” a stupid question indeed, as you watched satoru’s face twist and turn trying to either make sense of it or formulate his answer.

he soon replies, “it usually hits me in the face at the weirdest times, but when it does, it’s a bittersweet feeling that makes me glad i was able to experience it when i did.” he shrugs, licking at his almost-done blue popsicle.

“oh.”

“was that not the answer you were looking for?” he frowns, peering at you through his sunglasses.

“no, it’s not that, whenever i feel nostalgic it’s a gross gut wrenching feeling that seriously makes me ill. i hate it.” you truthfully express yourself.

“well, there’s no right or wrong way of feeling nostalgic, it just stems from how intense you feel about that specific memory.” his words flow casually as if this topic was second nature to him.

you huff, “since when did you become so insightful and wise?” you attempt at a joke to lighten the dull mood.

he laughs. the type of laugh where his snowy white hair bounces rhythmically with each chuckle that emerges from his throat “oh stop that! i’ve always been big brained with knowledge.”

another fit of comfortable silence washes over until you felt the urge to break it, “y’know, sometimes i wish i could live in the past forever… the present is too painful at times.”

satoru demeanour falters as an unfamiliar emotion glistens in his eyes then disappears shortly after. his eyebrows furrow causing creases in the middle, he nibbles at his bottom lip with a visible hurt expression distorting his face, “are me and suguru not enough for you?” he immediately regrets the words as soon as they leave his mouth.

satoru isn’t religious by any means, but he’d like to thank whoever is higher above for making it possible that you and suguru have crossed paths with him. you both complete him and give him a sense of purpose to continue what he deems he does best at; protecting. satoru prefers to live in the present with his loved ones, not the past. hearing those string of words from you caused a small pit in his stomach to erupt.

your eyes widen, “no! that’s not what i meant—”

“sorry for the long wait, i had trouble deciding if i should buy teriyaki sauce or we should just make it ourselves.” suguru comes into view from the sidewalk with a grocery bag in hand and a popsicle in the other. his eyes dart between you and satoru, already sensing unspoken tension, “everything okay?” he quirks an eyebrow up.

“yup!” satoru responds with obvious faux glee. he stretches his legs then proceeds to get off the bench taking a quick peak in the grocery bag, “took you long enough though, we were gonna turn into skeletons soon.” he flicks suguru’s forehead then scurries off like a mouse farther down the sidewalk to avoid getting his foot stomped on.

you join suguru by his side to journey back to campus. he briefly recalls his sightings that included a newly opened karaoke bar and hydrangeas are finally in bloom having seen them on his way to the store.

“you should talk to him when we get back, let him cool off for a bit,” he refers back to satoru. his minty breath fanning against the shell of your ear, “i will, don’t worry.” you send a tight-lipped smile his way.

the walk back is peaceful. the breeze from before turned into clouds of humidity, grasshoppers chirped loudly replacing the buzzing traffic that has now quieted down, assuming everyone else is calling it a night as well.

suguru takes out his phone to check the time mumbling curses under his breath once he reads three-thirty-five am, “we should hurry back before yaga kills us.”

his words trigger something in you.

“do you think we’ll be able to survive in the long run?” you suddenly blurt out. your voice shakes as you attempt to shove the forming lump in your throat down.

context isn’t provided but suguru has a hunch of what you could be referring to. the air around gets thick and the world stills as he carefully thinks over many ways to respond to the difficult question with a simplified answer.

“i think—” he pauses, and glances over at you to see your glossy eyes reflect in the moonlight and his heart crumbles at the sight.

at the end of the day, you were all still children forced into a wretched society that measures self value to strength and was either discarded by the horrors that walked among this earth or the adults in charge of the hierarchy. 

“i think we should just protect who we can and cherish our possibly limited time together.”

tags: @tokyeoi @satocidal @yunymphs

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[ctrlsatoru]

HANABI SEASON - CHAPTER ONE

genre: enemies to lovers; roommate au; fluff, angst & smut (future chapters) warnings: none in this chapter pairing: geto suguru x gojo satoru x afab reader word count: 6.2k

a/n: LISTEN this is me refusing to accept the current situation in the manga. i need to put my love for these characters somewhere!!! anyway here’s wonderwall:

❛❛For years, the only thread connecting you both was the living legend known as Gojo Satoru. Fate always seemed to place one of you in the other's absence, but in the aftermath of the night parade of a thousand demons, destiny takes an unexpected turn and your paths are brought together.

Or the one where former terrorist and cult leader Geto Suguru is sentenced to become your roommate, and consequences ensue❜❜

They can’t stop themselves from looking at him.

Curiosity. Lust. Appraisal. Pity.

It's human nature, people wanting to keep pretty, deadly things in their hands. It's written all over the clandestine glances that take him in greedily, dripping with morbid fascination. The most insistent eyes skitter away like spiders caught in the light the moment they find themselves under your scrutiny, ashamed of being caught or irked by what they assume is a display of passionate jealousy.  

How mistaken they are.

Though you suppose you two do sell the couple fantasy at first glance, sitting side by side, matching in black; black dress, black suit, black eyes, black hair. His sharp, siren eyes contrasting against your round ones, dusted in the faintest glitter.

An unlikely pair in an unlikely situation, that’s the truth of it. Two people doomed to partake in an unorthodox dynamic. You’ve never even had one conversation. At all. Not since you met, nor since he came to live with you in your apartment.

"And now, it is time to present the award for Innovation in Design. This year's awardee is led by a remarkable group of visionaries, whose work has not only led the transformation of several industries but has also improved the lives of countless individuals.” 

For weeks, he’s been a muted shadow roaming your apartment, and you the sole recipient of his unwavering disinterest. The silent treatment irks you more than what you’d anticipated, for reasons you refuse to unpack. You expected domestic warfare, belittling remarks, and even the subtle threat of being poisoned or smothered in your sleep. You were more than ready for it.

Instead, he’s simply looked right through you. No acknowledgment, no reaction to your presence, to anyone or anything. You both share a roof and simultaneously exist on entirely separate planes. The days blur together as you leave for work early and come back late, often staring at the door without knowing whether he’s eaten or had any water. Other than the weekly home visits from Dr. Nakamura, his psychiatrist, his whereabouts are a mystery to you.

Living with him is like having an emo, non-verbal teenager stuck inside a grown man's body as a roommate. So, you decided to react accordingly; by disrupting his streak of isolation and forcing him to come with you to a social function. 

It was a desperate, risky measure on your part, and doubts began to creep in when you realized that the "social" aspect involved other people, members of the industry, top dogs from rival companies but most importantly, colleagues you interact with every day, who will undoubtedly have questions about this mysterious man they've never seen before.

But any hesitation dissolved the moment you two arrived at the venue. Looking at him over your shoulder as he made his way through the crowd, you just knew something in him shifted.

It wasn't as if a switch was flipped; rather, it was like a tiny chip had formed on his stony exterior, hinting at the possibility of a larger crack—but he’s still not quite there. Not yet, anyway.

“To receive this prestigious award on behalf of Kaneko Industries, please join me in welcoming Sera Kaneko.”

The room erupts into applause, and your entire table -except for your hostage/date seated on your left- rises from their seats. A radiant but measuredly humble smile steals over your features as your coworkers celebrate, bowing in every conceivable direction and patting each other on the back. Congratulations, you deserve it, you've worked hard. There's a mutual understanding that tonight is the result of an uphill battle, months and months of sleepless nights, time with loved ones sacrificed and many failures and stumbles have paid nicely.

You would gladly stay here and wipe the tears threatening to spill from your favorite senior creative director’s glassy eyes, but duty calls you to the podium. Fingers clutching the fabric of your dress's skirt, you stride across the room with the grace of someone who has worn these heels daily for the past seven years.

“Thank you.” Your voice wavers on the mic, giving away your heart hammering against your chest. Your mouth feels like cardboard, you're blinded by the lights, and you're just a little embarassed and thankful that the MC comes back to adjust the mic stand to a reasonable height. By the time he walks away, your head's standing tall and proud over your shoulders. “We are deeply honored. We believe this represents not only our dedication but also the incredible potential the work everyone in this room does has to shape the future.”

As your eyes adjust to the lights, you steal an indulgent glance at the heavy crystal, wand-like sculpture in your hands. One by one, faces emerge from the sparkling specks of dust in the air. They're looking at you expectantly, and though it's nothing similar to the looks your companion has been getting, there's something nearly predatory about their curiosity. The weight of your last name is heavy, but your shoulders push back in tenfold.

"I want to congratulate everyone at Kaneko Industries who inspires us every day with their creativity and dedication. This is a reflection of their collective efforts, and I’m privileged to be part of such an amazing team, and of course,this wouldn’t be possible without our CEO, Yamamoto Sota, whose leadership and support have allowed us to dream big and achieve even bigger."

Your gaze shifts from your direct superior’s prideful, borderline fatherly smile to the somber presence sitting on the other side of your vacant chair. The sight of him reminds you of a black hole, threatening to consume every last drop of life in the beautifully adorned room at any given second.

Then, a wicked spark goes through you. A brief second is all it takes.

"And I'd like to express my heartfelt gratitude to a very special person," your words ring out, "someone who has been an unexpected source of encouragement and inspiration."

As you stand alone in the spotlight, his eyes meet yours across the room for the first time.

A subtle shift of his jaw turns it into a blade, far sharper than human anatomy should allow, accompanied by the faintest flare of his nostrils. He blinks slowly, casting an ominous veil over his dark eyes. In his full glory, he’d have everyone here with their foreheads to the ground and keep a different fate just for you– you’d be saved for last.

But even as you paint yourself as the target of the world's most dangerous curse user, his wellspring of hostile intentions fails to intimidate you; instead, it sends an exhilarating thrill within you. Like a kid playing with firecrackers for the first time, awakening pyromaniac tendencies.

You have it, undeniable evidence that he’s not yet turned into a walking carcass. Beneath the surface of his pale, spectral skin and those haunting, faded eyes, the ability, the will to feel, to hate, survives. Even if part of him didn’t.

You finally have a thread to hold on to. But first, you're supposed to finish a speech.

"As we celebrate past achievements, we also look to the future. I'm excited to disclose to you that Kaneko Industries is embarking on a collaboration with the Biomedical Engineering Department at the University of Tokyo." 

Uncomfortable glances are shared by your colleagues, hidden behind stiff, half-terrified smiles. The words flow out of your mouth with ease, making it too late to go back. Monday you will deal with the consequences.

"While we can't reveal all the details just yet," You add as a precautionary method and an act of useless but honest solidarity for Monday you. "You have our word that this partnership will usher in a new era of design possibilities, blending cutting-edge research with real-world applications. We're excited to continue pushing the boundaries of what's possible. Thank you."

You step down with another round of applause, and the night goes on. 

About an hour later you escape the crowd for a moment of quiet and find it in the precious emptiness of the terrace. No one sets foot here; the night is too cold for comfort and merciless, crisp air freezes your lungs. The beautiful view of Tokyo makes up for it. It’s just you and your glass of champagne.

As if you’ve been under his watch, your phone buzzes against the hidden pocket on your hip about a few minutes later. You're surprised to see it's only a call, he's usually a facetimer.

“I knew Ijichi was a snitch.” you gritt. “That’s why he looks twenty years older than he is. Snitches get no collagen.”

“Be nice to him, you know he has a soft spot for you. Don’t break the man’s heart.” the voice on the line murmurs playfully, your perfectly lined eyes squint at the Tokyo Tower covered in stark blue light.

“If this is you trying to give me a scolding, just get to it. Don’t ease me into it like I’m one of your little stu–”

“Uh? It’s nothing like that. I just wanted to say congratulations, I heard you guys got the big prize tonight. I’ll make sure to bring the team their much deserved gift baskets as soon as I get back.” Knowing his flashy tendencies, he’ll pull something unnecessarily extravagant and terrorize half the building. The other half, most of them starry eyed interns, might fall deeper in love with him.

“The whole company?” you taunt, not necessarily doubting him. 

“Of course! The kids at the front desk, that stuck-up little assistant of yours, even the degenerate CEO.” he promises, and you’re just opening your mouth to defend your friends when he continues “But seriously, I’m proud of you, bug. I know this means a lot to you."

"Yeah. Thanks." you rasp, right as your eyes start to sting. They might've been happy tears, but you refuse them knowing you'll have to come back inside eventually.

"Hey. We have to celebrate. how do we feel about Etxebarri?”

"In what, six months from now on? We'll have better luck with Jay Fai." you snort, even if the idea of seeing the Achondo scenery is enticing, fear creeps up on you that he's suggesting a spot with such a lengthy waitlist because he's planning an extended stay abroad. "Plus, it's no fun if I have to remind you."

"I can't help but feel underestimated. Big mistake, Kaneko, huge."  he clicks his tongue "We'll do both. And if there's any other place you feel like hitting up, just let me know."

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you're trying to spoil me." 

"Maybe you don't." you can't help but freeze at that, the sip you were taking threatening to go down the wrong pipe. You pull the phone away from you and try to recover as quietly as possible, only returning to the call in time to catch- "-used to it."

“What time is it over there?” you shut your eyes tight as soon as the question leaves your mouth, though you're sure your tone perfectly masked the mortification. Timezones? Bro, really? 

“Early. Uh– 5 a.m. Doesn’t feel like it, though. The sun is bright as hell.”  he complains, surely rubbing his eyes.

“Still working?”

“Just got off.” You pictured a dismissive little shrug, a reminder of how easy things come to him.

“Things are going smoothly here,” You just knew he was about to ask. “I’m handling it. Don’t stress about things that you have no control over and get some sleep.”

“No control? That’s an interesting way to phrase it. Not even a bit? And–” he chuckles airily “Have you known me to be the type to stress about things?”

“Zero, and no.” you turn to rest against the thick concrete rail, overlooking the party, hugging your waist trying to fix up some warmth. “But you have this ominous vibe every time we talk. I feel like you’re just waiting for me to tell you that I left the stove on at home. It’s kind of exhausting.”

“That’s–” 

“But” you emphasize before the conversation gets too real “I get it. We’re on foreign ground, aren’t we?”

“Good foreign, or bad foreign?”

A soft laugh bubbles out of your chest at his poorly concealed apprehension. If you’re actively trying to learn your way around Geto Suguru, his counterpart you can read like a book.

“Dude, you seriously need to unclench.”

“I’m unclenched. I’m super loose, you wouldn’t believe it.” 

There’s some shuffling around, followed by a sharp exhale, a telltale sound of him dropping his weight on some random hotel mattress.

“That did not land the way you wanted it to.”

“Answer my question, Kaneko.”

“Oh. Not Kaneko,” you gasp, just idly amused. No wonder his students show you more respect. “You know, If you were going to dread delegating something to me for once, maybe– I don’t know? You shouldn’t have made me your ex-boyfriend’s keeper.”

“I don’t–” 

You’re cutting him off before the conversation gets too real.

“I’m fucking with you, jeez, god forbid a girl tries to make light of the situation.” 

There’s a sigh of protest against you postponing an inevitable conversation, but the fact that he’s letting you off the hook speaks volumes. You keep your eyes on the one and only by the bar, standing up like he’s above sitting on a stool, ready to pulverize whoever dares come to his vicinity. 

Good foreign, or bad foreign?

“I think I’m getting him to crack.” 

“And why would you be trying to get him to crack?” he questions with utmost patience, like he's talking to a kid.

This time, you deflect without remorse. “He’s got enough admirers tonight to start another little cult. Do you know how long I spent surrounded by people this afternoon?”

“I don’t know. One hour?”  he yawns.

“Four, Gojo. I’m talking hairdressers, makeup artists, some foreign stylist, and their assistants. There’s not a single dead skin cell in my body right now, and my tits look– they put some shiny body butter on me, I don’t think I can tell you how good they look” you pause, pinching your nose “All he has is his little bun, dark circles and vitamin D deficiency and I’m telling you, he stole my spotlight. I didn’t stand a chance.”

“I’m sure you did, bug. Don’t get too caught up about it.”

His honeyed words have the opposite effect. Your eyes narrow, shoulders sagging as you shift your weight between your feet.

“I don’t know why I’m telling you this, you’re biased…" you murmur, shaking your head. "Whatever, I'm not worried about it, but I’ve been thinking about this–"

"Have you now?"

"I always found cults silly. I mean, what makes someone alluring enough to convince multitudes to follow them blindly like that? Even if they offer a super convincing lore about the end of the world. And they always say they’re charming and handsome, but the pictures tell another story– have you seen Jim Jones?”

The line falls quiet as reluctant realization lands on you, and you don’t even register how the cold has numbed the muscles of your face until one of your eyebrows tries to lift, tracing the edge of Geto Suguru’s profile from afar.

“But I kind of get it,” you speak your truth, more to yourself, and it comes as an intrigued whisper. The sharp wheeze of Gojo violently coughing comes immediately, breaking you out of your trance. Was he eating? 

“Huh?” 

Even from a distance, looking at him is a humbling experience. Pretty doesn't do him justice. Granted, the man has seen better days; you don’t get devastatingly close to achieving the dream of a lifetime, and lose a limb along with the world you built for yourself and your family without it taking a toll on you.

In every conceivable sense of the word, Geto is a withered man, but there’s something entirely magnetic about him.

The pitch-black suit you picked clings to him with an almost predestined fit, a stark reminder that under the unkempt hair and lackluster baggy clothes he wears around your apartment hides a strong, well-trained physique made of wide shoulders and a slender, should you say almost slutty waist. 

Sunken eyes and weight loss aside, having a face like that never hurts, and whatever effort he put into his hair paid off nicely. A cascade of thick ebony locks spills down his back, half of it tied up in a neat bun exposing his forehead and the sharp angles of his face.

So, yeah. It seems completely plausible to you that people got hooked on his hardcore eugenics pyramid scheme, simply because they wanted to hit. Not that you would ever go down that road even at your lowest, horniest hour, but you see the POV. Now that you're thinking about it, you're not that far off from the people staring at him earlier, with the sole difference that he's... kind of in your hands already. 

Your train of thought surprises you.

“I’m just gonna ask you something.” 

“Shoot.” 

“Are you drunk?”

“No. Maybe? I don’t think so. Let’s just say I’m starting to empathize with your commitment issues.” you hold back a giggle at his pointed silence. Very few people can say they’ve left the Gojo Satoru speechless. And not for a lack of effort. “Man, imagine if I fell for him or something. That’d be hilarious. Huge conflict of interest. What would you do then?”

“Well, that– would put me in a very tight spot, for sure.”

“Mm. I can see how that would be uncomfortable for you, yes,” you admit, rather seriously, finding endless joy in how uncomfortable and concerned he sounded. You damn the distance between you for not letting you see his face. “But nah. No. I don’t go for the crazy ones, that’s your thing. Plus, it’s bros before hoes, always.”

A scoff that’s supposed to be a laugh sounds too much like a sound of relief. “Said in true girl boss lingo.”

Before you can open your mouth and continue making him uncomfortable, your alarms are set off by a figure in red approaching your roommate’s safe perimeter.

 “O.k. I gotta go, there’s a— situation here. And by the way, you owe me dinner for the rest of your life. I’m never taking the tab again.”

“What? What’s–”

“And get some sleep. I’ll text you when we get home, say hi to Yuta and Miguel for me.”

“Sera–”

“I’ve got this, ok? Have some faith in me, Satoru. Don’t make me say that again.”

Your thumb hits the red button, not a glance spared at the screen as you make your way inside, sliding through the crowd and avoiding your boss and his lecture on how your stunt was a direct attack on the company’s stability. There’s a crossover at the bar that needs to be stopped immediately.

“Aunt Elisa” your tone goes a pitch higher to soften the way you’re peeling her hand off his forearm, holding it between both of yours instead. Her thin, wrinkly freckled skin reminds you of a newborn reptile.

Your aunt Elisa is the second wife of your uncle, one of the few members of your family who held onto enough shares in the company to get invited to this kind of event. 

“Serafina, mia cara,” Her green eyes scan you from head to toe, lips curved in a practiced smile that always failed to reach her eyes. She’s a beautiful woman, but the stiffness of her face never fails to make you recoil. “You shouldn’t leave your date unaccompanied, it’s unbecoming. This event isn’t all about you, you’re an adult now, you should know that.”

The last time you heard from them, they were still going to great lengths to get your cousin a seat on the board, and you moved all the strings you had to make their mission impossible. Whether they caught on to your counter-scheming or not remains a mystery, you weren’t particularly sneaky about it and she’s always been lovely to chat with; as lovely as an old wretched hag with more internalized misogyny than blood running through her icy veins can be.

“No. Of course not.” You put some tragedy in your smile, furrowing your brows like the fact pains you. “It’s pretty late, so you and my uncle are probably leaving by now, right? I know his feet get all swollen when he wears his dress shoes for too long.”

“There we go. That answers my question,” she grins triumphantly, turning to look at Geto like you unknowingly fell into a trap of sorts.

There’s a hesitant chuckle from you, with a quick side eye in Geto’s direction. His face reveals nothing. “I’m sorry?”

“I was just asking the young man what you were to him, but I suppose he felt shy. Perhaps you should’ve introduced him to the family before bringing him to an event of such importance, dear. This kind of step in a relationship is discussed between both parties, you don’t want to scare him off with your dominant nature.”

“Ah, no–” You relax instantly, releasing her hand. Her wrinkly brown red lips purse at you. “No, we’re not a couple. And he’s not shy, quite the opposite. He's just uncomfortable with strangers being so casually forward with him.”

“Oh. That is such a relief.” she exhales, her arm slithers around your shoulders, rubbing up and down your bare arm. A shiver cuts through you at the unwelcome proximity. “After Kenichi called off the wedding, we worried you were rushing into finding a replacement.”

“No need for that, zia.” You blink reassuringly at her, shoulders rolling just to get her to stop touching you for a second. “If there’s one thing I learned from our family is that loveless marriages only bring depressing results. It’s one of the many cycles I’m committed to break.”

Her eyes snap up at yours, and her perfectly plucked auburn eyebrows narrow slightly. You hold her stare until she turns away from you, features instantly softening up for Geto, almost leering at him salaciously. “Are you not going to introduce us, then?”

“Geto Suguru, a pleasure to meet you.”

The velvety sound of his voice and the sound of his own name hits you like a bucket of ice-cold water. You planned to give him an alias, but somehow the opportunity to introduce him to anyone never came. Your coworkers were too taken aback by his vibe and perhaps mildly concerned to see you bring a plus one to ask you, and the death stare and intimidating demeanor kept them from starting a conversation with him directly, even in your absence.

By now, he has to know that this woman is not only a close relative of yours with less-than-kind intentions but a sorcerer as well. 

“Elisa Kaneko, Il piacere è mio.”

Either you were having a distorted vision of reality, or he was almost smiling at her. 

“So, now that you’re finally speaking, and since my niece keeps avoiding the subject, will you grace me with an answer?”

Your shoulders tighten. There’s no indication that she connects the dots, your aunt and uncle live in Europe, much more concerned with a lavish life than they are with Jujutsu matters. However, your cousin could recognize the name.

“Sono il suo karma, zia.” You pull away from her and come to stand by his side instead, pressing your shoulder against his arm like the muzzle of a gun. You look up at him with a secretive smile and let the woman read into it however she wants to. “And I can’t scare him off. We have a contract and all. Ho cambiato il suo destino. He’s tied to me.”

You feel more than you see him stiffen. Another glass on you and you might've poked your tongue in his direction.

Go on. Give it a shot, Geto-sama. 

“É così che lo chiami di questi tempi?” She scoffs after assessing the two of you hoping to catch you slacking. “Well, in that case, I’m sure you must’ve lived a beautiful and honorable life, Geto-san. Our Sera is the gift of the Kaneko family, our doré enfant, did you know? Our Golden Child, her grandfather used to call her.”

You know where this is going. 

"Zia-" 

"Fate has dealt her a heavy hand, so if she changed yours, hopefully you'll do the same for her. For good fortuna of course, yes?" 

You let her rejoice with a tight-lipped smile and excuse the two of you, saying your goodbyes and kissing her cheeks before walking away without checking to see if he follows behind.

The silence on the drive back home feels like a loaded gun. Ijichi drives diligently and quietly, hoping not to be noticed by either of you but sparing concerned glances through the rearview. 

You can’t help but wonder what kind of Pandora’s box you opened by bringing him outside, even if only for a night. Back inside the building, as the elevator doors close in front of you, your mind is made up to grab onto the small thread and pull.

“Well played,” you acknowledge, cutting through the soft bossa nova version of some Korean song that topped the charts last year “I drag you with me to a party and you try to recruit my aunt. Kind of a petty move, but it could make things a little bit uncomfortable for me, I’ll give you that.”

You let the chorus pass. No answer comes.

“You know, for a former cult leader, you sure hate the attention. It must’ve been an exhausting ten years for you, maybe you should start thinking about this as your retirement, hm? Lighten up a bit.”

Your reflection’s a blurry blob on the brushed surface of the elevator doors. He keeps his stare forward, wide shoulders dwarfing your figure next to him, standing at a measured distance. Anyone with enough context might call you crazy for poking a murderous man with nothing to lose in an enclosed space, isolated from any sort of protection.

“Here’s the deal. Making you come was unnecessary, but you left me no choice. Plus, it's not like you had plans.”

Ouch. Tough crowd. All you get is a single, slow, uninterested blink that would put the world's meanest cat to shame.

You drop the friendly tone, crossing your arms instead.

“I’m not trying to make this any more difficult than it is. The sooner you come to terms with that, the smoother things will go.”

The doors open in front of you with an imperceptible hum. Your gloved hand touches the metal frame before they close again. The man is stubborn, doesn’t move until you finally step out with a roll of your eyes, and follows you through the dimly lit hallway like a sinister shadow.

You open the door to your apartment with a soft click, halfway through a long exhale and deliciously close to savoring releasing your feet when the world spins–

No warning. You're pushed between the ice-cold surface behind you and the wall that he is. A strong hand covers half of your face tightly before any sounds of protest can come out.

A million thoughts speed through your head. Most of them are about how you've brought this onto yourself. You can feel him breathe steadily against you, while you hold yours and brace yourself for his next move, which is totally not your style. What's even weirder is that you're not breathing at all, but you pick up the scent of something like leather and wood in the rough skin of his hand on your nose and mouth. To be fair, it suits him. Maybe you're hallucinating, leave it to you to show signs of phantosmia in a situation like this.

This is it. He's gonna try to kill me right now. Hours after I told Gojo to trust me. He's never gonna let me live it down.

You don’t notice he’s released you until you see him bring a finger to his lips, stone-cold eyes staring over your head. You briefly wonder if this is what those curses saw, or felt -if they're even capable of such a thing- before he swallowed them.

It’s in that tense moment that you catch the faint sounds coming from the apartment. There's someone inside.

He’s gone before you blink again.

You stay rooted in that spot and start to seriously reconsider your life choices. Then, you silently step out of your heels, wipe away the strange warmth his hand left on your face, and make your way inside.

Silence.

And then a sharp slam followed by a thud.

They’re in your office. You stand at the end of the hallway, ears straining, and let him come to you.

You turn as a shadow lunges from behind, a metallic object poised to strike just a fraction of an inch away from your face, aimed at your left eye. Not a knife, not a gun, but a much more intricate object. You push back against his forearm trying to make sense of it and duck and he swipes it across the space your head once occupied. 

A swift kick at your legs sends you sprawling to the ground. Rolling with the momentum, you fall across the different floor heights and land at the center of your living room narrowly avoiding his boot as it lands on the ground.

That pisses you off. Stepping on you? Uncalled for.

Indignation in mind, your hand swipes under the coffee table and closes under the reassuring cold handle of a knife. The chance comes next as he charges at you again. In one fluid motion, you curl your body around his leg and slash the blade across his calves. 

No cry of pain comes but he drops on one knee, neck straining as he looks up at your glass ceiling. To your surprise, he's standing back up in no time. Impressive. 

He’s wearing a black kimono and hakama pants, young and good enough of a fighter to land a few hits on your side and still move with significant speed and determination after the number you've done on his legs.

He never once reaches for his katana, a detail that tells you that his technique has something to do with it and he knows it’s rendered useless in the confines of your apartment. No one but Gojo Satoru can wield cursed energy in the building. You both spent a good six months working on the prototype for the protection system.

“Zenin or Kamo?” you ask breathlessly, dress skirt tattered and fluttering around you thanks to your own hands ripping it.

He lunges again. He’s strong and you're rusty, but you’re faster. You seize the moment and move to the side, grabbing onto his arm with one hand and plunging the blade into his side. It slides easily between his ribs like he’s made of butter left out of the fridge.

“Kaneko?”

He stumbles on his feet, eyes glazing over, fixed on you. 

He can’t be much older than Megumi.

With a heavy, not as graceful as you'd like kick to his middle, you send him hurtling into the crystal shelf unit.

Wasting no time, you sprint to your office. Papers whirl like confetti, and every single object on your desk is scattered on the floor. Geto's going at it with a dark figure, dressed in the exact same clothes as your buttery friend back there.

You step into the room just in time to catch it. His expression of shock gives away the exact moment it hits him, as he tries to land a punch with his missing arm. All three of you realize the slip, and the stranger capitalizes on it. With brutal force, Geto crashes through the floor-to-ceiling window, the glass shattering with a deafening explosion.

Eyes wide and unblinking, he props himself up with his arm, and you recognize that he’s gone, a million miles away from the room. 

It's just you and the intruder who stalks over him with full purpose, katana in hand.

Three shots ring out. The man's knees fold in first, his weight balancing cartoonishly until he crumples to the ground, katana following with a resounding clang, its echo reverberating through the wreckage.

Carefully navigating through the shattered glass on your bare feet, you make your way to the balcony, extending a hand at him. The rain pours mercilessly, its drops thick enough to sting on bare skin, the sound a lonely symphony in the quiet hum of Aoyama at night. You take the wordless rejection and come back inside before you're completely drenched.

“As I was saying,” you sniff, kicking away the katana, using the butt of your gun to push away a strand of hair that escaped what used to be a beautifully done updo. “We don’t have to be best friends, but we don’t have to be enemies either. The whole psychological waterboarding thing sounds exhausting. You seem to be doing that yourself just fine.”

It’s only a miracle that in the wreckage that they’ve turned your office into, your liquor cabinet survives. You generously fix up two glasses and skip the ice in his, having a feeling that he's one of those people.

“I must’ve truly been blessed. Karma is rarely known to be so benevolent.”

There it is. After that pitiful display, wet like a dog abandoned in the pouring, ice cold rain, and slipping on his first attempt at regaining his footing, there's an acidic edge to his words as he approaches you, like a serpent hissing through its fangs, its venom dripping from every syllable.

“You took the liberty of introducing yourself to my aunt; I thought I could afford a little joke.”

His hair sticks to his neck, bun unraveled like a tattered flag. Strands cling to the side of his face. He’s limping, and there’s a bright red spot on his amputated shoulder. He stops at a considerable distance. You slide the glass across your desk in his direction, not in a gesture of hospitality, but more like offering a lifeline to a drowning man.

“Your clan doesn’t know,'' he states. Droplets of water hit the floor under him, from his hand, his soaked clothes, and his chin. “You’ve done this without notifying them; you’ve committed treason.”

The first sip washes down your throat, cold and scalding at the same time, as you sit on the edge of your crooked desk. A sharp burst of pain in your leg reminds you that you did not come out of your own fight unscathed.

“My clan.” you repeat, though you mean it as a question. “And who’ll come for me? You didn’t exactly leave any elders for me to answer to.”

His brows furrow slightly, the corners of his eyes closing momentarily as if to read a truth written in a foreign language. You, on the other hand, are only momentarily lost and quickly draw the line from A to B.

“Are you doing a bit right now?”

You can’t help the pitch of your voice going higher, blinking quickly at him, giving him time to deny your unspoken assumption.

“Who did you think those Star Religious Group leaders were? The Kaneko family was the backbone of the Time Vessel Association. Did you– did you not know that?”

His eyes shift between yours, searching. Why would you lie about this? It makes sense. After all, your clan positioned itself as one of the big four partly due to descending from Tengen herself. It makes sense that they had their claws in her little murderous fan cafe from its very beginnings.

“Really? That’s hilarious. You cleaned house for me. I should thank you.” you lift your glass.

“Still.” he mutters, the knot between his eyebrows not giving. You take another sip. “You’re head of a clan–”

Worry starts to settle in you, did he hit his head or something? Surely, the world's wettest, most dangerous curse user so far can't be this dense.

“I’m a non-sorcerer, not to mention a woman. Do you think anyone holds me to that standard? As long as the company keeps filling their pockets, my family will stay in line, and as you can see we’re not doing too bad.”

The majority of the living members had slowly excited Jujutsu Society, those who were active hardly regarded you as a leader. Life makes you the nepo-child of a sinking clan well past its glory days and the world refuses to let you forget how insignificant and purposeless your position is.

All in all, the only remarkable thing left is the company your grandfather founded decades ago, and the Kaneko vault, but that's another thing entirely. You represent nothing other than a silver of hope for the survival of the Kaneko inherited technique. And even in that area you’re damaged goods.

"So, that moving speech you delivered to the higher-ups—did it not speak honestly of your intentions?"

You indulge in another sip.

“What’s your angle then, Golden Child?”

“Ha. You caught that, huh?” you laugh half-heartedly at the nickname, your phone starts buzzing quietly, but you pay it no mind. “Don’t misunderstand me. I’m not interested in your redemption arch. I just didn’t see the benefit in you letting you die.” 

“So you agreed to this?”

This.

A binding vow.

Set by far with better considerations for you, granted. If anything, you're a warden of sorts. The cruel irony in binding him to a non-sorcerer did not escape you. The higher-ups know their poetic shit when they want to. 

One of the main conditions is that at any given time you can draw without consequence, and the original sentence will proceed; execution by none other than Gojo Satoru himself.

“You don’t trust me, I get it,” you admit, a faint understanding in the drop of your voice. It is reasonable, you’re strangers, tethered together only by a thread named Gojo Satoru. “Honestly, I wouldn’t trust me either, but you should know that I’m not the type to give up easily.” 

You sound confident, like you weren’t seriously considering dropping his ass to the Jujutsu version of the lethal injection if he kept freezing you out and sucking the serotonin out of your apartment. Your phone buzzes again, and he eyes the exact spot where it’s hidden with knowing eyes.

“Is it love?” he inquires, the question hanging in the air.

The ice cube in your mouth shatters into tiny fragments between your clamping teeth, the cold sensation spreading across your tongue.

"Is that why you're so desperate to cater to his desires?" his eyebrows arch empathetically, voice dripping with concern, and you can't help but recall that you've witnessed more emotions cross his face in the last four hours than you have in an entire month.

As you remain silent, he shakes his head gently, a disappointed click of his tongue echoing in the room. 

“You should know better, Serafina. He’s Gojo Satoru. Nothing is impossible for him. Everything he’s ever wanted and needed in life, he’s had it. You’ll waste yours away trying to live up to a man like that.”

“Worried about me, or speaking from experience?” he smiles at the floor, casting you a look that’s equal parts pity and amusement. Like you’re an insect landing on a venus flytrap. A tragedy waiting to unfold. “I like this. I like us talking, but I think we should be more serious about this.”

Your chin dips at the body on the floor. The younger intruder, hopefully just unconscious in your living room, will have to answer for both of them. A fate far harsher than what his deceased companion faced.

“Let’s be.” he agrees, unusually animated, extending his open palm towards you. “We should also be honest, wouldn’t you agree?”

Fair enough. 

“I didn’t think he deserved to execute his best friend” You concede easily. If he’s looking to play 4D chess, he’ll have better luck with whoever sent your two visitors. “And who knows, maybe you didn’t deserve the easy way out either. You’re gone, leaving the rest to clean up the mess? That's not fair.”

“And what do you believe I deserve?”

The end of the conversation looms over you as the rain starts to give. You need to make a few calls, deal with the man in your living room, and figure out what comes next before getting some much-needed sleep, which might end up being none. 

And there’s something unknown to you that bleeds into his question, that tells you the curtains are closing on you for the night.

“I’m not gonna pretend to know the answer to that.” you shake your head dismissively “But I do know you’re beyond giving a shit about what happens to you, so this is my promise to you; betray Gojo's decision, and I’ll make sure your family pays your debt.”

Live, Geto Suguru. Whether you find a reason to wake up in the morning or not, you will live. You don’t get to die. You'll face this shitty, monkey riddled world for as long as you have to. I'll make sure of it.

[whispereons]

JSBDJBDJDJ i follow like half of these authors in your reccs (ddarkerdreams, sagaumybeloved, throwawayyandere, chococolte, yandereromanticaa) BUT I literally binged the rest that you recommended so hard; their great. I don’t have much fics to recommend in return because yandere genshin is new to me. BUT, I have 1 fic I saw on ao3; I think you’ll like it. Dead dove, yandere, mythology AU, Love/Hate. Scara x reader. Title: Antithesis Author: virixie -hanabi anon

I'm glad you like them so much! Yandere Genshin has so much content. Not even counting the sagau cult. There is a different type of sagau which you could say is the original.

Self-aware genshin is in which the characters are self-aware of the player and that they're characters in a game. At this point sagau is basically the cult so it's been buried beneath the sagau cult.

A good way to pass the time is that whenever I'm bored and want some yandere, I just search the yandere genshin tag on all of Tumblr. I find new fics and even authors like that.

Oh and I've begun reading the fic you recommended. It's really well written and their concept of Scara is super interesting to see with him being the pov.

@snxxiao with some good yandere Genshin.

@rainba who does the same (it's not explicitly labeled yandere but it most definitely is yandere).

@hunnieknight it's not fics but more like headcanons to touch multiple characters. What's super cool is that they draw art to match their writing!

@mayullla is a sagau writer who is most popular for their team comp asks. Like sagau with the player being the creator and everyone aware of that. It's mostly on how the characters will react to being in the teams that requesters ask. The box is closed unfortunately but I would have loved to send a ask on my team T-T

[kikiwooo]

i'm starting to get attached to hanabi.

Guess I have a new summon now :D

Julian rn: 🤨

He's not jealous, he's not- he's jealous.

He'd hmph and turn his head, he'll be sarcastic too. He's not willing to give on his spot. Nope, he worked hard for it.

`` Don't even get any ideas marksman. Just because they're interested in you, they ain't making you their main or something. ´´

Julian's voice is dangerously low and Hanabi is not stupid to catch that venom in his voice. She has to play her cards right to not trigger the fighter.

[katsuyuswritings]

— ᕦ kei ᕤ —

a lonely writer who has a few friends. asking for mutuals, also an employed attorney and has no social life 💗

— MALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

male; aether, dainslief, kaeya, diluc, albedo, venti, bennett, razor, mika, zhongli, chongyun, xingqiu, xiao, baizhu, tartaglia, itto, gorou, kazuha, heizou, ayato, thoma, alhaitham, kaveh, tighnari, cyno, capitano, dottore, pantalone, scaramouche/wanderer, lyney, neuvillette, freminet, wriosthley

naruto uzumaki/namikaze, sasuke uchiha, kakashi hatake, iruka umino, kotetsu, izumo, asuma sarutobi, sai yamanaka, shikamaru nara, choji akamichi, aburame shino, kiba inuzuka, kankuro, gaara, itachi uchiha, kisame, sasori, deidara, kakuzu, hidan, orochimaru, kabuto, jiraiya, minato namikaze, neji hyuga, zetsu, zabuza, haku yuki, suigetsu, juuga, maito gai, boruto uzumaki, mitsuki

saiki kusuo, kaidou shun, aren kuboyasu, toritsuka reita, nendou riki, hairo kineshi, makoto teruhashi

denji, aki, angel devil, shark devil (that's literally all)

aifuyo hime/yuzuki, renyue yuzuki, kōhaku hayashi, eijiro yuzuki, aoi hime, anh hyu, eugene hyu, feng xiang

— FEMALE — genshin, naruto, saiki k, chainsaw man, stardust destiny (oc)

female: amber, fischl, noelle, mona, jean, lisa, eula, klee, barbara, xiangling, xinyan, yunjin, ganyu, keqing, shenhe, ningguang, beidou, qiqi, yaoyao, kuki, kujou sara, yae miko, raiden ei/shogun, raiden makoto, kokomi, ayaka, sayu, yoimiya, faruzan, layla, nilou, dori, dehya, candace, dunyarzad, focalors, navia, lynette, yuelin, tsaritsa, la signora, sandrone, arlecchino, columbina, raiden makoto

sakura haruno/uchiha, hinata hyuga/uzumaki, karin uzumaki, konan, kurenai sarutobi, hanabi hyuga, ino yamanaka, tsunade senju, temari nara, tenten, anko mitarashi, kushina uzumaki/namikaze, guren (mommy), himawari uzumaki, sarada uchiha

kokomi teruhashi, chiyo yumehara/teruhashi, kuriko/kusuko saiki, aiura mikoto, rifuta imu, mera chisato

power, makima, yuro, himeno

katsuyu yuzuki/hime, chiyo hime, shinkkami ayakemi-sanjin (teiko), kohari hayashi, mina noshiro, maikka yue, yan xiang

— ᕤ can request ᕦ —

smut, suggestive, angst and fluff

aged up characters smut/suggestive

child!reader x parent!character or vise versa

song related storyline

ships and oc x reader

— ᕦ can't request ᕤ —

minor character smut

oc x canon (I have my reasons)

weird shit like armpit kink and others (I don't wanna name them 😨)

Also I know most of y'all are minors... You can't hide from me

[spirit-lanterns]

apparently sparkles’ real name is hanabi so i think we’re good 😭

Is it? Dear god I hope so 😨

I’m exaggerating how much I hate the name, ofc. But still, it’s quite weird to write things like “Sparkle smut” and “Sparkle x reader” for my fics.

Though, I suppose gacha character names could always be weirder…

[kiljoius-writes]

Naruto

Konohamaru x Hanabi

Kiba x Hinata

Sasuke x Hinata

Team 8

Other ships/General/Multi-ship

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