seeing-love-everywhere

[temiizpalace]

hi!! requesting for the fight for the prefect's love event,,,, can i have leona and jade with prompt 8, with the reader choosing leona in the end? thank you!!!!

☆┊MATCHING BRACELETS?! OH HE HAS ONE TOO.. (🐬 vs. 🦁)

SUMMARY: YOU MADE A MATCHING BRACELET FOR HIM, NEARLY MELTING HIS HEART. THEN HE SEE’S YOU MADE ONE FOR HIM TOO.. WHATEVER! HE’LL PROVE HIS IS BETTER.

CHARACTERS: jade leech vs. leona kingscholar

EVENT MASTERLIST

WARNINGS: determined end couple, jealousy, jade leech is jade leech and leona kingscholar is leona kingscholar

NOTES: jade and leona beefing more often would be so funny in canon tbh. tysm for your request!

reader is g/n, reader is not specified to be yuu

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jade was delighted to receive such a peculiar piece of jewelry, especially one of pearls.

“like it? i saw it at sam’s and couldn’t resist.” you laugh, flashing him a grin before showing him the matching pearls on your wrists. “now we match.” his features softened at your enthusiasm, heart nearly melting at your smile. “indeed we do. the pearls are exquisite, i will cherish these.” jade smiles back, returning your excitement with his own, though a little more toned down.

you were practically illuminated by the purple lights shining down in octavinelle, enhancing your already enchanting appearance. the pearls on your wrist shimmer just as brightly as you did. such a shame they clashed with a leather bracelet on your right hand, and a lion beastman sitting in your booth.

“gotta thank leona for being able to help me pay! otherwise i could forget about it.” you chuckle, patting leona’s shoulder as he sips on his drink. “only cause ya practically begged for it.” he retorts, looking away from you. “is that so? your kindness is much appreciated, leona.” jade chuckles, maintaining his polite demeanor. though he acted oh so kind and understanding, his smile fails to meet his cold glare.

it was as obvious as black and white to jade. the way leona speaks with you, acts with you, acts with others around you, it was as plain as day. leona kingscholar was in love with you, and jade couldn’t stand the thought of it. he knew sweeping you off your feet would be a difficult task due to the fact that a beastman of all things already laid their claim onto you, but he was a stubborn man. leona’s courting rituals didn’t faze him, not in the least.

he’ll get you in the end, one way or another. jade is a very patient man.

“if that’ll be all, then i shall be off now. [MC], i hope to see you on campus. leona, please enjoy your evening.” jade slips the bracelet onto his wrists, admiring its beauty before clearing his throat and returning to work, giving you and leona a quick bow before walking off. before he left your side, he gave you a faint poke to the cheek before attending to the neighboring tables.

leona, while lazy, was also observant. he saw how jade looks at you all goo-goo eyed. disgusting. it’s like his obvious signs meant nothing to him (it didn’t). he stares at the pearls illuminating your wrists, not bothering to hide his obvious jealousy. before buying these stupid pearls, he was the one you matched with. your excitement was reared towards someone else, and he does not like it.

if anyone were to be the reason of your happiness, it should be him and his lovely leather bracelets. watching as you fidget with the bracelets on your wrists, leona leans his head onto your shoulder, shutting his eyes as he set down his now empty cup. “oh? what’s up with you?” you laugh, caressing his chin. “nothin.” he scoffs, leaning into your touch further.

“stop, you and i both know you’re lying.” you pinch leona’s cheek instead, earning scowl and a groan from the boy next to you. “quit it.” he grumbles, swatting your hand away from his face. “softie. it’s ok, you dont gotta hide it from me.” you tease, a hint of truth and sincerity hidden in your words. “tch. whatever.” he sighs, nuzzling into your neck.

“yeah, yeah, i knew it.” you grin, patting his shoulder. this is what leona wanted. having you, all your attention, just to himself. a scene almost too romantic for a certain eels own taste. jade nearly cracks the plate he held in his hands, scaring the nearby customers he just happened to serve.

“hey, jade, what’s got yer panties in a twist?” floyd asks, draping himself over his brother. “ah, it was nothing. just a simple thought was all.” he showed his brother a toothy grin, staring down at his wrist as a reminder to remain calm. he glances back at the table where you sat, seeing as leona now rested himself on your lap. he was supposedly asleep, but jade knew better.

leona opened one eye to glare at jade, a smirk tugging at his lips as your hand ran through his hair. the hand with the pearls brushed through each of the boys braids, nearly contaminating its beauty. “jade, you’re like totally overflowing that dudes glass.” floyd giggles, watching as the water dripped onto the poor customers lap.

the customer was the least of his worries, but he’s a refined gentlemen, tending to everyone’s needs. leona sticks his tongue out as jade walks by, knowing that he lost. you chose him. the eel was far too late.

A/N: rip jade and his loving fantasies (not some of my best work im sorry if this disappoints)💔💔

date published: 8/25/24

© temiizpalace — do not copy, steal, or put my work into ai. thank you!

[marblesphere]

Onmyouji AU/Kyubi Kitsune Gojo Satoru

!!Warning!! Suggestive themes, implied smut, violence, blood, angst, FLUFF!

Note: The shikigami mentioned here are real literal gods that were summoned from God's realm. I think that's all.

“WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!! FUMIKO!!!! YOU STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED YOUR MORNING TRAINING!!!!” As usual, the morning started with this sentence.

“AS IF I HAVE TIME TO DO THAT?! YOU STUPID DAD!!!!”

“It’s a peaceful morning as usual.” Hifumi-san, our head maid smiled.

“That’s right.” I nodded as I continued eating my breakfast without batting an eye.

“Hifumi-san!” The shoji door slid open. “Where is my bento?”

“Good morning, Fumi-nee.”

“Good morning, Fuu-chan,” Nee-san replied.

“You are not going to eat breakfast?”

“If I eat breakfast now, I will be late for sure.” She cried.

“FUMIKO!!!!”

“Here you are.” Hifumi-san handed a nice and neatly wrapped lunch box.

“Then, I am going first.” She sped off. Then, Father follows suit while yelling at her.

“Thanks for the food.” I clapped my hands and put down the chopsticks. “I am off to school.” I picked up my schoolbag and the lunch box that had been put aside.

“Please take care, Fuuka-sama.”

“Yes.” ~”~

Hisaki Fumiko 18 years old, my big sister and I, Hisaki Fuuka 18 years old, are twin children of an onmyouji clan. We are from a famous clan which is to be said to be descendants of Abe no Seimei. As you can see, we are fraternal twins, meaning we look different in terms of appearance and personality.

“Why would I have to do the useless training every single morning? It’s not like I will ever use it.” Fumi-nee moaned.

“Because we are Onmyouji?” I blinked.

“Hmph! All Father preached in the morning was praising Fuuka anyway. ‘Learn like Fuuka’; ‘Think like Fuuka’; ‘Act like Fuuka’” She mimicked his voice. “It’s nice to be you, Fuu-chan. No matter what you do, Father never gets angry. Let’s just have you to be the Head.”

“But I don’t want to be the Head.” I giggled. “I’d rather spend my time lazing around.” I smiled.

“I am surprised that Father hasn’t found out that side of you. I wonder what kind of face he would make if he found out his favourite daughter is actually a lazy bum.” Fumi-nee sweatdropped.

“Fumi-nee, you shouldn’t degrade yourself too much. No matter who says it, I know that Fumi-nee is suitable to be the Head. Your spiritual power is also no joke. Father train you harder so you can control it.” I explained.

“Well… It’s true that my spiritual power was said to be second to none. But… as expected, training is hard.” She moaned.

“There there.” I patted her head. “Oh, by the way.” I rummaged in my skirt pocket to take out a gift. “Here.” I put it on her palm, a small rectangular box wrapped in her favourite pink colour. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you, Fuu-chan.” She beamed. “Can I open it?”

“Sure.” I nodded. Fumi-nee quickly tears open the wrapper and takes out the gift. “This is…”

“A matching bracelet.” I showed her the identical bracelet on my arm. We have the same initials, so the difference lies in the charms. Mine is decorated by foxes, such as; a tori gate, fox mask, little fox and nine-tailed fox with ice blue gem stones in its eyes. Fumi-nee’s charms are boat, omamori, coin money and Kagura Bell; which are the bells in the Kagura are decorated with red gem stones.

“Pretty…” She breathed.

“I know right? I am glad I found these.” I grinned.

“Oh, here, from me.” Fumi-nee also gave me a small neatly wrapped rectangular box. I open the gift and see a necklace, with my initials. “Matching necklace.” She grinned. The same initials with different gemstones.

“We are really twins.” I laughed.

“That’s right.” Fumi-nee nodded happily. ~”~

Coming back from school, we are requested to purify ourselves and then wear kimono. Today is the day when we are going to summon our own shikigamis. In this world, there are a lot of things that can’t be seen by humans. They are the evil spirits and souls of the dead. We, as onmyouji have the task to help them to enter the nirvana to enter the process of reincarnation and vanquish evil spirits which at the same time cleanse their sin, allowing them to enter nirvana.

Every child in each clan will have to summon their own shikigamis at the age of 18. This ceremony is also dubbed as Heir Awakening. The eldest born of each clan will inherit the next Head position in this ceremony. Unless, the second or younger siblings that were born not too far apart, maybe in 3 years age gap, summoned stronger shikigami, then the position of the heir will be given to them.

Now, in this vast hall of Hisaki Mansion, numerous onmyoujis and heirs from other clans are also here, and in the furthest corner, there are some people wearing all black. Those are onmyoujis that don’t have their shikigamis. They only fight with their own strength. There are a lot of theories about them, but the most popular one is that they killed their own shikigamis to absorb their power.

The elders of onmyouji clans don’t like anomalies, that’s why they dubbed those outcasts as sorcerers, not onmyoujis. And calling them to the heir awakening ceremony is just a way to check on them. After all they are dubbed as barbarians that didn’t know manners. It’s just the elders' way to show off.

Fumiko-nee and I begin the ritual and summon our own shikigamis. Suddenly, I heard gasps of surprise and murmurs from the guests as they finally got a clear view of our shikigamis.

“Hoo… someone managed to summon me, this Ebisu… not bad.” The leader of Shichifukujin looked at Fumiko-nee.

“Not only you, she also managed to summon us.” Bishamonten rolled his eyes.

“She is cute. So, I don’t mind her being my master.” Fukurokuju giggled.

“Shichifukujin (The 7 Gods of Fortune)…. As expected from the younger twin, she actually summoned Shichifukujin.” A guest gaped.

“That’s not quite correct. We are summoned by her.” Benzaiten, the bespectacled ikemen smiled, looking at Fumi-nee.

“What?!” Again, this triggers another speculation among them.

When summoning shikigamis, there are two factors that determine the position of the children of the clans. First, the rank of the shikigami. Shikigami is ranked based on how much faith they generated, meaning how worshipped or popular they are in the human realm. The more faith they gained, the more powerful they were.

And the second is, how many shikigamis you summoned. This factor is debatable because if someone owns a lot of weak shikigamis, their standing is still lower than one strong shikigami. But their standing is of course better than the owner of one weak shikigami.

As for Shichifukujin, they are undoubtedly in the top rank of shikigamis. There are some onmyoujis in the past that also have summoned Shichifukujin, but maybe only one or two of them, never the complete set like Fumi-nee. This shows that she is the strongest in this era.

I pick up a small white with glacial blue tips furred fox which is still sleeping soundly without a care about the onlookers here. The small fox snuggles up into my arms and finds a comfortable position to continue sleeping. ‘Cute.’ My eyes softened. But to others, fox shikigami is not rare, and the one I summoned is only a one-tailed fox. The most common type of fox, Yako (field fox). The foxes are said just beginning to amass spiritual power.

Though Father doesn’t show it on his face explicitly, he does feel some disappointment. I can see it from his subtle body language, while the reactions of the guests vary, I can see a lot of them are mocking and laughing at me. Especially children from clans that were always compared to me by their parents.

With this, Fumi-nee is officially the heir. A conclusion that I like very much. Now I can just laze around every day. Eat when I want to eat, play when I want to play and sleep when I want to sleep. The best lifestyle I can ever hope for.

The guests then start swarming the heir and my family, congratulating them. I use this chance to sneak away to follow the sorcerers out.  

“Excuse me!” I called to the sorcerers. The three of them, two males and one female, look young, just hitting their twenties. “Excuse me!” I called them again but they paid no heed to me. My hand rushes to grab the nearest one, the sleeve of the white-headed male with a blindfold.

They finally look at me, rather surprised. “We are sorry, we didn’t know you were calling us, Hisaki-san.” The black-haired guy with a weird bang smiled politely.

“Sorry for grabbing you suddenly.” I released my hold on the white head and bowed in apology, making sure the small fox was still resting comfortably in my arms.

“So, is there anything you need from us?” The white head asked with a mocking tone.

“Satoru.” His friend gave him a stern look.

“It’s fine. I was the rude one. But I just want to ask if it’s okay to leave this little one with me.” I looked at the whitehead.

“Why are you asking that?” He frowned.

“Why, you ask?” I blinked, tilting my head. “But this little one is the piece of your soul, isn’t it?” I said.

“…” They looked at me with serious expression.

“My eyes are very perceptive in discerning things that normal humans can’t see. And I won’t ask why you do this, this is your privacy and I don’t intend to pry it. It’s just I am worried about what will happen if you are too far apart from your soul.” I said.

“What if I say I will die if I am too far with it?” The white head asked.

“Oh… then, I will have no choice but to give it back to you…” I said, a pang of disappointment filled my chest. ‘And to think I have taken a liking to it. What a shame.’

“You won’t get angry?” His tone was taken aback.

“Why would I?”

“What he meant is, don’t you want to compete with your eldest sister to be the heir?” The bang guy said.

“No. I don’t want to be an heir. It’s too troublesome. I just want to spend my days lazing with this little fox. Play when bored, eat when I want, sleep when I want. The best lifestyle.” I nodded to myself.

“Pfttt…” The black-haired girl is trying to hold her laughter.

“You like this one?” The white head picked up the little fox by its scurf and it still not waking up.

“Yes.” I nodded. His lips then curl into a smirk.

“Then, I will leave it to you.” He put it back into my arms. “Don’t worry about me. Nothing will happen to me just because a small piece of my soul is missing.” He smirked.

“Really? Thank you very much, Tenko-san (Tenko = Celestial Fox).” I smiled.

“You know we are Tenko. Impressive.” The bang guy smiled.

“You are black Tenko…” I pointed to the bang guy, “And he is white Tenko.” I pointed to the other guy, “And this sister is Sukuna-biko (The goddess of healing).”

“Hoo… I can’t believe you can even guess what I am.” The big sister smiled.

“Well, Hisaki-chan…”

“Just Fuuka is fine.”

“Okay, Fuuka-chan, I guess I need a favour from you-“

“I know. I won’t tell the others that you are all Gods.” I knew what he was going to say. “Including my sister.” I finished.

“Well then, we best get going.” The bang guy laughed and started walking again.

“From now on, your name will be Tenko. Nice to meet you, Tenko.” I looked at the sleeping fox.

“Kyuu!” Tenko answered in his sleep.

“Hehe.” ~”~

“Fumi-nee. Are you alright?” I looked at my sister who was laying down on the floor like dead.

“No…more…” She moaned.

“Oi! You!” The shoji slid open, revealing Ebisu-dono. “The training hasn’t finished yet.”

“I don’t want to!” Fumi-nee cried out as her hands firmly planted on the door while being dragged by Ebisu-dono.

“You need to control your spiritual power.” Ebisu-dono gnashed his teeth. “I have never seen an idiot that blows up the whole building just to exorcise a small weak yokai.”

“It’s not my fault!”

“It’s your fault!” They argued.

“Kyuu…”

“Are you hungry? Want to eat inarizushi?” I looked at the small fox in my lap.

“Kyu!”

“I want to!” Fumi-nee replied.

“You need your training.” Ebisu-dono glared. “If you can’t master it today, no dinner for you.”

“No way…”

“Good luck, Fumi-nee.” I encouraged my sister who is being dragged away.

“…Demon…” Fumi-nee cried a river.

“Shall we go?”

“Kyu!”

The two of us go to the kitchen to see if there are some inarizushi. “Sorry, Fuuka-sama. There is no more inarizushi. Fukurojuku-sama just ate the whole thing.” Hifumi-san apologized.

“Kyuuuu….” Tenko’s folded its ears.

“Don’t worry. Let’s go buy some.”

“Kyu! Kyu! Kyu!” Tenko jumped into the top of my head and danced excitedly.

“Please be careful on your way, Fuuka-sama.”

“Yes. I will see you later.” I went back to my room to take a small purse. Now, the two of us are walking in the busy street, with Tenko resting on the top of my head.

“Four inarizushi please.”

“Right away.”

“It’s 670 yen.”

“Here you are.” I handed the store owner the bill.

“Thank you very much. Please come again.”

“Let’s go to the park,” I whispered.

“Kyu!”

So, now sitting on the bench park, Tenko is demolishing the inarizushi. Sometimes I wonder where all of the food went.

“Is it delicious?”

“Kyu!” It nodded.

“You are a messy eater.” I giggled as I picked the rice from the corner of its mouth.

“Kyu, kyu!” It was saying thank you and then continued to eat.

“Aren’t you the brat from Hisaki family?”

“Ah, Tenko-san.” I greeted in acknowledgement at the white-haired Celestial Fox.

“Kyu?” Tenko looked at me as I called out to the white-haired Celestial Fox.

“Ah, sorry, Tenko. I was not calling you.” I stroked its fur.

“…You named it Tenko?” The male asked in a deadpan tone.

“That’s right.” I nodded.

“Then, just call me Satoru.” Tenko-san, no, Satoru then plopped next to Tenko while eyeing it.

“Kyu!” Tenko quickly hid its food.

“I won’t take it from you.” Satoru rolled his eyes as I giggled.

“Tenko, sharing is caring.” I reprimanded softly.

“Kyuuu…” Tenko looked at me with pitiful eyes and then slowly and reluctantly broke a small piece of inarizushi to give it to its counterpart.

“I’d rather eat hers than yours.” Satoru snorted.

“Ah, you want mine?” I blinked owlishly. “Here.” I broke half of mine for him. Granted, it’s much larger than Tenko’s.

“I prefer sweets though.” He muttered under his breath.

“Oh… Sorry, I didn’t buy some.”

“…I don’t mean to rebuke you.” He shot back. “Ah, forget it.” Satoru stood up. I thought he was going to walk away until he stopped in front of me, bent down a little, took my hand which still holding Inarizushi and ate it. “…It’s more delicious than usual.” He mumbled.

“Want more?” I held out the other half. His eyes turned into slits for a split second.

“You can’t do that Satoru.” It’s the voice of the black Tenko. “You should treat her to a meal. Not the other way around.”

“Shut up, Suguru.” Satoru barked.

“Good evening, Ten-“

“Just call him Suguru.”

“Oh, okay. Good evening, Suguru.”

“Good evening Fuuka-chan. Are you also enjoying a walk?” He smiled kindly.

“No, I bought some inarizushi for Tenko to eat,” I answered.

“Tenko?” Suguru tilted his head.

“It’s the fox’s name,” Satoru explained to him.

“You named the fox Tenko?” Suguru asked again.

“Yes.”

“…It’s a very…unique name.” Suguru struggled to get the word out of his mouth.

“Want some?” I offered him the inarizushi leftover.

“That’s…”

“It’s mine.” Satoru chomped my hand, eating it all.

“Kyu!” Tenko suddenly flew to Satoru’s face, “Kyu! Kyu! Kyu!” and attacked him.

“You damn fox!”

“Why are you scolding yourself?” Suguru sweatdropped. “Let’s snap some pic for Shoko.” He then pulled out his phone.

“Tenko.” I called sternly.

“Kyuu…” Tenko backed down and planted itself on my lap. Its head is trying to nuzzle my palm.

“No.”

“Kyuuu…” Its eyes are watery now.

“My hand is greasy and dirty,” I told it. “Wait until I cleaned it first.”

“Kyu!” Tenko rummaged my purse for tissue which I always kept some just in case. “Kyu!” Then it presents the tissue for me.

“Thank you.” I smiled.

“It’s smarter and more gentlemanly than you.” Suguru looked at Satoru.

“It’s still me. It’s already in my blood to be a gentleman.” Satoru smirked.

“You just want to get the last word, don’t you?” Suguru sighed.

“Shall we eat more?”

“Kyu!”

“Okay, Taiyaiki it is then.”

“What? You are going to eat sweets? Then I am going too.” Satoru said.

“Satoru, it’s not a gentlemanly munching off from a girl.”

“I am going to treat her.” Satoru rolled his eyes. “Come here.” He demanded.

I blink once, twice and then stand in front of him. “Not close enough.” Satoru pulled me to him. “Hold tight.” He wrapped one of his hands around me. “We are going to fly.” With that warning, I tighten my hold on him.

We stop in the air. “Whoaa…” It’s my first time experiencing this. “Can you go higher?”

“I can, but it will be colder.”

“Oh, that’s too bad.” My smile dropped. Satoru then lands us on an inconspicuous spot near the said Taiyaki stall.

“Old man, I want five Taiyakis.”

“Oh, Satoru-kun. You are eating Taiyaki again today?” The stall owner asked with a laugh.

“I brought a guest today.” I peeked out from his back.

“Your girlfriend?” The stall owner teased.

“She is cute, isn’t she?” Satoru smirked. “Since I show you my cute girlfriend, you better give me some freebies.”

“Okay okay. I will throw in two free Taiyakis for you.” The stall owner laughed out loud. “Ojou-chan, what flavours do you want?”

I look at Satoru and see him nod. Then I pick some of my favourite flavours. The stall owner really did throw freebies for us.

“It’s delicious.” I can feel the harmonious flavour of the skin and the fillings.

“I know right? That was one of my favourite stalls.”

“You have many more?” I asked with sparkling eyes.

“Of course. I have a lot across Japan.” He said smugly.

“Then, when I go to a new place, I will ask you for a recommendation.” I beamed. “Oh…” My smile faded again.

“What’s wrong?”

“No, I just think how should I communicate to you? Can I use Tenko?”

“Kyu!” Tenko shook its head, opposing my suggestion.

“Why do you need this,” He picked up Tenko by its scurf again, “when you can use a phone?”

“Grrrr!!!!” Tenko growled at Satoru.

“But I don’t have your number.”

“Give it to me.” Satoru extended his palm to me.

“Here.” A while later, he gave it back with his contact in my phone, which listed as ‘The most Amazing Awesome Satoru.’

“Thank you, Satoru.” I flashed him a smile. “Ah, it’s already late. Tenko, we are going home.”

“Kyu.” Tenko perched on the top of my head again.

“I will take you home.” Satoru wrapped his hands around me again and in an instant, we were back at the front door of Hisaki Mansion.

“Teleportation…” I looked at him in awe.

“Well then, bye.” Satoru took his share of Taiyakis and disappeared. ~”~

You know a drama will happen in every big gathering of clans like this. The sad thing is, I am in the centre of the said drama.

“Oh my, look who’s coming here?” Female A snorted. “I thought it was the big shot of Sichifukujin master. It turns out, the spare part.”

“You forgot to add useless in front of spare part.” Female B giggled.

“Grrrr!” Tenko snarled.

“At least I am still a spare part, unlike you, non-recyclable trash. A completely worthless trash.” I smiled.

“You!” Female A’s face twisted into a rage.

“By the way, who you are again?” I frowned, trying to remember. “I have no idea which worthless trash you are. Please excuse me.” I saw Shoko waving to me and my eyes brightened.

“A perfect comeback.” Suguru praised me as soon as I was in earshot.

“Thank you. But I truly don’t know who are they. I just know they must come from some family that were always compared to me.”

“There’s no need for you to remember trash’s names.” Satoru sneered.

“Will do.” I beamed. For the duration of the gathering, I just spent my time hanging around with them. Watching Tenko and Satoru quarrel with each other.

“Fuu-chan.” Fumi-nee came over with her shikigamis.

“Oh, Fumi-nee.”

“Are you alright? Did she say something bad to you? I am sorry I couldn’t help you just now.” She apologized.

“It’s fine, Fumi-nee. I knew you were surrounded to even move an inch.” I smiled.

“I am just glad that you are okay…” She trailed off as she looked at my friends. Fumi-nee quickly pulls me to the side. “They didn’t do anything to you, did they?” She whispered.

“They aren’t. They are keeping me company. They are much better than those non-recyclable trash.” I answered.

“I see…” She smiled in relief. “…What are you doing, Ebisu?” Fumi-nee frowned at her shikigami. For some reason, Ebisu-dono is glaring at Satoru. No, not only Satoru, Ebisu-dono is glaring at the three of them.

“Ebisu-dono, is there any problem with my friends?” I stepped in between them.

“…No, it’s nothing.” He finally backed off. ~”~

“Fuuka…” Father sighed.

“Yes, Father?” I sat in seiza opposite of him. Father called me right after the gathering ended. I was vaguely aware of what he was going to talk about.

“Are you befriending with those sorcerers?”

“Yes. At least they have better manners than those non-recyclable trash.” I answered without missing a beat.

“…Haah…” Father exhaled a sigh. “I had high expectations of you. Even though your spiritual energy was not big, its quality is excellent. I did have an expectation that you could summon a better shikigami than a Yako…”

“Father, I have told you again and again. I have no interest in the heir position. That is Fumi-nee’s. No matter what, the fact she summoned all of Shichifukujin is worth praise. Tell me, which one of the previous generation is capable of this feat?”

“…”

“There was none. Fumi-nee is the first. She is the true heir of Hisaki family. No matter what you or other people say, it’s her destiny as the eldest child of Hisaki. Fumi-nee will properly lead Hisaki clan. She will become the strongest in her generation, maybe even in history.”

“Your eyes… Don’t tell me…”

“I can see nothing. That was the only dream I have been showed to.” I said. If I say something else, Father will keep pushing me as an heir. “I will keep supporting Fumi-nee as the second child of Hisaki clan.”

“…If you say so…” Father relented.

“You shouldn’t tell her to act and learn like me. Fumi-nee should be like Fumi-nee. That’s the best for her and Hisaki clan.”

“…Understood.” ~”~

Yes, this is the way it should be. Fumi-nee will take the spotlight like she is supposed to and I will support her from behind. But…

“Fuu-chan… I am sorry… I can’t bear it anymore…” Fumi-nee looked at me with tears streaming down her face.

“Fumi-nee…” I frowned.

“If…If you really consider me as your precious twin sister, please go away… leave Hisaki clan…” She sobbed. “I can’t bear to be kept compared to you…” She gripped my shoulders. “Even Ebisu said you were better than me. If you are here, I can’t be the only heir, I can’t be the only one, I want people to look at me, I want Ebisu to look at me, not you…” She cried. “That’s why… please… please disappear…”

“…I understand…” I nodded. “I will pack my suitcase now. The things I left should be thrown away and burnt.” I said.

“Will you really…” Fumi-nee looked at me wide-eyed.

“Yes. You are my sister after all. I will throw away Hisaki’s name too, if that would make you better. You can also cross me out from our family tree. Just tell father that I suddenly decided that myself.”

“Thank you… Thank you, Fuu-chan. I am sorry, I am sorry for being like this… I am sorry, Fuu-chan…” She cried.

“It’s fine, Fumi-nee.” I patted her head. “Help me pack my suitcase? Just take it as the last favour from your little sister.”

“Of course.” Fumi-nee nodded. ~”~

“So… where should I sleep tonight?” I looked at the night sky from a park, the park where we used to play together. Father is out for a business trip, so, I can easily sneak out with Fumi-nee’s help. From today onward, I am no longer Hisaki Fuuka. I am just a plain Fuuka.

“Kyuu…”

“What’s wrong?” I looked at Tenko. “Are you sad we can no longer laze around?”

“…kyuu..” It shook its head.

“Thank you for worrying about me.” I smiled. “Don’t worry. Fumi-nee said she would keep sending me pocket money for my livelihood. We still can laze around as long as we find an apartment.”

“…Kyuu…kyu…” Tenko suddenly pushed itself into my handbag and pulled out my phone. It even scrolled down the contact name until it stopped into The Most Amazing Awesome Satoru and then gave it to me. “Kyu!”

“You want me to call him?” I titled my head.

“Kyu! Kyu kyu!”

“Hmm… I don’t think Satoru would like to be involved in this kind of troublesome matter.” I put on an expressionless face.

“Kyu!” Tenko hit the call button, ignoring my musing.

“Moshi Moshi, Fuu-chan, are you going to have another round of sweet tours? If so, I will go to your house right now.” The other side of the person answered like this. It’s already a routine to us that I will call him if I want to have sweets, he will be the transportation and I will foot the bill.

“Sorry, Satoru. Tenko suddenly called you. I will hang up now.” I said as I ended the call.

“Kyu!” Tenko stomped its front foot out of frustration.

“Tenko, it’s not nice to involve other people in our trouble.” I sighed.

“And it’s even more rude to hang up on the call suddenly.” A new grumpy, pouting voice chimed.

“Ah?” I found Satoru is already in front of me.

“So, what’s with this suitcase? Running away from home? See, I told you those clans are annoying, it’s better to stay far away from them.” He gave a ‘I told you so’ face.

“Kyu!” Tenko flew to Satoru’s face. It’s going to share its memories with him. This can be done only by touching its paw or if Satoru wants, he actually can use Tenko’s body or see through Tenko’s eyes and see its memories. But Tenko needs to touch Satoru to share its senses and memories. As for why he flies to his face. It’s just how Tenko likes it.

“…This damn fox!” Satoru pulled away Tenko with a growl. “You can just share it normally.” These two are glaring at each other now.

“Kyu! Kyu kyu kyu!” Tenko flailed its limbs.

“…So, where are you going to stay from now on?” Satoru looked at me.

“I am going to stay in the hotel for the night and will search for an apartment starting tomorrow. Fortunately, it’s summer holiday now. I have the time to do it.”

“You just accepted the fact you were kicked out from your own clan because of your sister’s damn insecurity?” He hissed.

“I know I’d hate it too if I am being compared to. So, I understand her feeling.”

“But that doesn’t mean she has to kick you out!” He countered.

“It’s fine.” I shook my head. “I choose this myself. If I stayed there, Father would say something silly about me being an heir. I don’t want that position, so if I was kicked out and no longer from Hisaki clan, Father can’t do it anymore.” I smiled.

“…Let’s go.”

“Go to where?”

“My house. You are going to stay there from now on.”

“Won’t it be troubling you?”

“You won’t. Besides, this damn fox will keep calling for me if I don’t do this.” Satoru lifted Tenko by its scurf again.

“Kyu!” Tenko gave him its toothy smile.

“Then, I will have to trouble you.” Satoru then teleported us back right into his house. He, Suguru and Shoko are all neighbours, plus there are also some other Gods I have seen in this residential complex.

Satoru dropped us right in the middle of his living room, where Suguru, Shoko, and another two Gods with blonde and black hair watching TV, and munching snacks.

“Fuu-chan?” Suguru and Shoko blinked.

“Kon’nichiwa. Pardon for the intrusion.” I smiled sheepishly at my unannounced arrival.

“Satoru, explain this. Why did you kidnap Fuu-chan? I know she is cute and all, but-“

“Get your mind out of the gutter.” We could hear Satoru hollers from upstairs. He has taken my suitcase away.

“Please don’t blame Satoru. He was only helping me.” I quickly explained before the misunderstanding spiralled out of control.

“Aren’t I kind? I offer her a shelter. See how gentlemanly I am.” Satoru smirked as he praised himself.

“Tsk.” The blonde God who I learnt to be Nanami Kento-san clicked his tongue.

“You are really kind, Gojo-san.” The black-haired one, Haibara Yu nodded his head eagerly.

“Yu, don’t praise this blockhead or his ego will get bigger.” Shoko frowned.

“So, what are you going to do from now on?” Suguru asked me.

“Hmm… First, I will need to finish high school, then college and then get a job. Since Fumi-nee will keep sending support money, I won’t lack anything.” I said.

“So, if she suddenly changed her mind and cut off the support? What then?” Satoru knitted his forehead.

“Hmm… I don’t think she will do that. But I have actually opened another personal bank account without my family knowing, I always save some money over there. so, even if she suddenly cut off the support, it wouldn’t trouble me that much. I can use my savings.” I said.

“Well, I don’t think money will be a problem. You can exorcise some cursed spirits to make money.” Suguru smiled.

“That’s right. I can also do that.” I nodded.

“Your room will be on the second floor, beside mine,” Satoru said.

“The unused guest room finally makes its debut.” Shoko laughed.

“Thank you, Satoru, I will have trouble you for a while.” I thanked him.

“You are going to move out?”

“After I found an apartment. This place is like a safe haven for you, Gods. I don’t want to intrude too long.” I said.

*Flick* Satoru gives me a flick on my forehead. “Just stay however long you want to. No one would dare to say anything.”

“That’s right.” Suguru chuckled. “Besides, you are his master. So, it’s fine to take advantage of your shikigami.”

“Eh?” Haibara-san blinked.

“Oh? You didn’t notice? This small fox here is a part of Satoru, you know?” Suguru smiled amusingly.

“Yes, no, I mean, I feel like they are connected somehow, but I have never thought…” Haibara-san stammered.

“There you have it. Hisaki Fuuka-chan here is the master of this Dumber.” Shoko said unceremoniously.

“I am not a Hisaki anymore. I told Fumi-nee to cross me out from the family tree if that would make her feel better.” I interjected. “So, I am now only Fuuka.”

“You didn’t need to go that far.” Nanamin frowned.

“It’s fine. That was what I decided.” I shook my head, thankful for his thoughtful thought.

“Then, from now on, you are Gojo Fuuka. Since you are my master, using my name is not a big deal.”

“Oh? You are finally admitting Fuu-chan as your master?” Suguru teased.

“Shut up.” Satoru rolled his eyes. ~”~

I spent my summer break at Satoru’s house and we got closer as time went by. He is now more comfortable with physical touch. He likes to have his hair played while laying down on my lap, to which he has to fight with Tenko first, to see which one will have my lap today. But that activity is reserved when no one comes over. If there’s someone who comes over, he will just sit beside me, his designated seat is basically beside mine.

“Satoru, I made some shaved ice. What flavour of syrup do you want?” I asked the taller male who was lounging on the sofa, spreading his legs.

“Blue Hawaii.”

“Okay.” I pour the blue syrup over the shaved ice. Since Satoru allowed me to stay here for free. I think about what should I do to at least repay him. So, here I am, trying to cook or bake some sweets for him. It’s all still in the learning process though, but I managed to make the easiest one.

“Here.” I handed him his shaved ice. Satoru then makes a room for me to sit. The two of us just sit in silence, eating shaved ice while watching whatever is on the TV. I also feed Tenko from time to time.

“Satoru…”

“What?”

“Can I sleep on your lap too?”

“…what?” He blinked rapidly.

“I was just wondering. It’s fine if you don’t want to.”

“No. That’s not what I mean.” He said quickly. “I thought I heard it wrong.” He mumbled. “Come here.” He patted his thigh.

“Okay.” I laid down my head on his lap. “It’s pretty hard.”

“Because I am well defined.” He grinned. His hand automatically goes to my hair, playing with it. I let out a content hum as my eyes started to close.

‘This is nice…’

 The next time I woke up, I was on a bed that smelled like wisteria flower, tucked with blanket. Tenko is sleeping beside me. “Satoru…” I mumbled as I made my way to the living room, with the wisteria-smelling blanket on me and Tenko in my arms. I heard loud voices from there, so he must be there.

“Fuu-chan, you are awake? Come here, we are having pizza.” Shoko called out to me. The living room is crowded with Satoru and his other friends as usual. I blink sleepily, walk past her and sit down on Satoru’s lap instead of the space she offered. I didn’t even notice they quieted down and stared at us wide-eyed.

“Why are you here if you are still sleepy?” Satoru grumbled but adjusted so I could sit more comfortably.

“Hungry…”

“Which one do you want?”

“The most delicious one…” I mumbled.

“…Here…” A pizza was brought to my mouth. “Why are you taking my blanket with you?”

“It smells good like you.” I nom’ed slowly at the offered pizza.

“…Eat slowly.”

“…mm…” I nodded.

“Damn fox. There’s none for you.” Satoru pushed Tenko away with his other hand.

“…So, you two did the deed?” Suguru was the first one to speak.

“Get your damn mind from dirty gutter. We did nothing.” Satoru growled at his best friend. After eating a slice of pizza, my mind is more sober.

“What is everyone watching?” I blinked.

“Some rom-com movie about onmyouji.” Suguru smiled.

“Oh… Is that fun?”

“It’s hella funny.” Suguru laughed. Thus I spent the rest of the day watching rom-com movies with them. ~”~

I thought I wouldn’t be meeting with my family anytime soon. But it’s sooner than expected. The onmyouji clans are hosting another big event again, It’s a competition match between heirs. In short, a show-off gathering. Well, it’s actually not only heirs but every child of the clans. But they are considered as exhibition matches. The main attraction is the match between heirs. So, why am I here? It’s because as usual, sorcerers are invited.

My entrance along with Sorcerers cause unsavory gossip to spread. Not that I mind much, as long as they don’t court death by talking it in front of me. Fumi-nee sends me a look and then approaches us, I know what she wants to ask.

“She is with me. Got a problem?” Satoru stepped out between us.

“But she is…”

“She came here not as Hisaki Fuuka nor a stray onmyouji. She has registered as one of us, Sorcerer. Her name now is Gojo Fuuka.”

“Oh…” This declaration caused another spark of gossip. Saying that I must sleep with Satoru to get a position. Well, it’s not wrong. I do sleep with him sometimes, like when we were napping together. Either he is on my lap or the other way around.

Since I am not in any clan anymore, I won’t be able to participate in the competition. So, I am just going to watch with other sorcerers.

“I request a match between Hisaki Fumiko and Gojo Fuuka.” Someone suddenly said. The instant, the whole gathering is in uproar. They all want to see the match between me and Fumi-nee.

“Tsk.” Satoru clicked his tongue.

“I also request a match between me and Fuu-c, Gojo Fuuka,” Fumi-nee said.

“That damn girl.” Satoru is hissing, Tenko is also growling while other sorcerers are frowning.

“I understand.” I sighed as I got up.

“You can’t be serious.” Satoru looked at me in disbelief.

“It’s fine.” I smiled. “In exchange, I also have a request,” I said. The onmyouji clans are frowning this time. “Don’t worry, I won’t ask for getting back Hisaki name,” I said. “Instead, after this match, please don’t bother me again and don’t talk or gossip about me or these people. That is my request.”

“I swear on my name as Hisaki Fumiko and as the heir of Hisaki clan.”

“Thank you,” I said. I stepped down to the arena and Fumi-nee did the same.

“Seeing as you only own one shikigami, I shall fight with only one shikigami too,” Fumi-nee said.

“Thank you for your generosity,” I said calmly.

Fumi-nee chooses Bishamonten instead of Ebisu, the strongest. Well, let’s just finish this quickly and they won’t bother me ever again. It’s ironic, seeing we are still wearing the matching accessories that we bought for each other on our 18th birthday.

Bishamonten, the god of war, fighting with Tenko, a yako. This is just a joke for all of them to see. Though I don’t plan on hurting Tenko. Even though I don’t have the same quantity of spiritual power as Fumi-nee, the quality of my spiritual power is much higher. If spiritual were to be ranked, it would look like this.

Hisaki Fumiko

Quantity: EX

Quality: A

Gojo Fuuka

Quantity: C

Quality: EX

With my quality being the highest, I have an easier time refining my spiritual power to the finest detail. And that’s what I am going to do throughout this battle. Fumi-nee might have more in quantity and I don’t know how much better her control has improved, but I still can put up quite a fight.

“Kyuu…”

“You stay here.” I smiled at the fox in my arms. I begin to construct a barrier around me, Bishamonten has noticed it and flew straight to me. in exchange, instead of a barrier, I turn the spiritual power into a spear, meeting him head-on. The impact causes a loud explosion and flying dust and smoke.

“Not bad.” Bishamonten landed on his feet safely, but I have no plan for dilly-dallying. I have already begun to weave another spell. I throw out some talisman papers to act as a distraction. They are going to fire small energy balls to them, giving me some time to finish my spell.

Countless spears begin to form behind me. Each of them contains the five elements, fire, earth, gold, water, and wood. “Too slow.” Bishamonten with his large bastard sword, shot through the cloud of smoke and dust, aiming straight at me.

But countless chains spring through the ground, wounding themselves onto him. “What!”

I weaved two spells at the same time, for the elemental spears and binding. Now he enters the designated territory, the binding spell is activated.

“Bishamonten!” Fumi-nee prepared herself to fire a large energy ball. I command one of my elemental spears to hinder her. Fumi-nee concentration is weak. She won’t be able to dodge and attack at the same time. My aim is not to fight them face-on. This is all distraction. As long as I can get Fumi-nee out of the ring, it will be my win. This is the rule after all. So, the gold spear will aim for the ground.

“Eh? Kyaa!” Fumi-nee screamed as she lost balance.

“Master!” Bishamonten is also distracted by his master’s scream and I slammed the rest of the elemental spears on him. He won’t die, will he? He is still one of the Sichifukujin after all.

“It’s my win, isn’t it?” I looked at now ring out Fumi-nee.

“No…way…” She looked at me wide-eyed.

“Are you alright?” I extended my hand to Fumi-nee.

“…You…hypocrite!” She slapped my hand away.

*thump*

“I don’t need your pity. You said you aren’t going to take anything away from me. But you embarrassed me here, in the end, you took everything away!” She hissed. “You are a liar!” Fumi-nee pulled herself up.

The pain in my heart is more painful than the physical pain I just received.

“Fuu-chan!!!” I was snapped awake from my daze by a scream. But it was too late, a large shikigami hand, which I recognized as my father’s swung its fist at me, knocking me all the way to the other side.

“*cough**cough*” All air was knocked out from my lungs with that one impact. My body is in pain.

“I have no child like you.” Father spat out and then walked away.

“Fuu-chan!” My friends rushed to me. But Satoru is especially angry, he looks ready to kill. His glacial blue eyes are shining eerily.

“Sa…toru…” I struggled to call out his name.

“Don’t talk first. Let me heal you.” Shoko scolded.

“…No…Satoru… You can’t…” I tried to speak again. If he rampages here and now, he will expose himself and the others as Gods. Those elders of the clans will then want to covet him and the others.

I don’t know if my worry was heard or if he decided they weren’t worth killing in exchange for exposing his secret, Satoru walks to me. “Can you heal her?” He asked Shoko.

“Yeah, I will definitely patch her up. Let’s go back first.” Shoko said.

“Let’s go.” Satoru slipped his arm under my knees and back, lifting me up with ease. “Sleep. You will be fine after you wake up.” My body followed his command and I fell asleep just like that. ~”~

After the whole fiasco, I often find myself in a daze. Father… no he is not my father anymore. The voices of the current head of the Hisaki clan and the heir are ringing in my ears.

“You hypocrite!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Hypocrite!”

“I have no child like you!”

“Kyuu…” Tenko nuzzled its soaking-wet fur to my cheek, trying to give me some warmth.

“Ah… It’s raining…” I mumbled. I don’t even notice the sky is pouring down.

“Fuu…” I heard a familiar set of footsteps and voices. I turn around and see the same soaking-wet Satoru. “Come here…” He held out his hands. My feet automatically walk to him.

“*sob*” A choked sob escaped my lips as soon as my head was buried in his chest, and my hands fisted his black uniform.

“I am here. It’s okay, I won’t be leaving you…” He repeated the same words over and over again like a mantra. I don’t remember how we got back, except that I cried a lot. Shoko who has been worried sick of my sudden disappearance, is now scolding me which was joined by Nanamin and Suguru.

Then I was ushered to have a warm bath by the said doctor. Have my hair dried by Suguru and being coddled just by everyone. I know it’s their own form of comforting me. Something I have never thought I need. And Satoru grows more overprotective of me. I lost a family, but at the same time, I gained another family. The world truly works in a weird way, but I was strangely at peace. ‘I hope this peace will last forever.’

After that incident, the Sorcerers refused to attend any gathering of onmyouji clans again. They cut any contact coming from them, so they wouldn’t upset me.

“Satoru.” I peered up at him from my position, which was lying atop his body, with feet tangled to each other, Tenko was sleeping peacefully on the side.

“Hm?” Satoru hummed, his hand not ceasing to stroke my hair.

“I have met you once before, right? A long time ago.”

Satoru halted his movement and peered down at me. “Really?”

“Yeah, you kicked me back to the human world.” I nodded.

“I did not kick you back.” He denied. “I sent you back peacefully.”

“You did.” I huffed. “You literally kicked me out after taking me to the boundaries.”

“…I…” Satoru was rendered speechless.

“You did, right?”

“…Yeah… I did…” he sighed in defeat.

“So… was that promise still valid?”

“Fuu… That’s…”

“Was that promise of going to take me as a bride still valid?” I stared at his mesmerizing eyes.

“Do you still want to be my bride?” Satoru whispered.

“I won’t be asking if I don’t want to,” I answered.

“You becoming my bride meaning you will cease to be human. You will be neither human nor a god. But you will be a being that is closer to God.”

“Like a spirit?”

“It can be said like that, but you are in a higher level of normal spirit.” He sighed. “And that’s not all. Becoming my bride also means you will share your life together with me, you will basically be immortal like me. You will live as long as I live.”

“…If…if living forever means spending my time by your side forever, it doesn’t seem that bad,” I said. “Even though you said immortal, I will still die if I receive a fatal wound, won’t I?”

“Yeah, it’s the same case with every other god. The only difference is that gods can be reborn as long as they have faith. But you, Fuu, might perish completely, even your soul. It’s important to place a spell on you so that you can be reborn again as a human.”

“Will you be reborn too?” I asked softly.

“No.”

“Why?”

“Unlike other Tenkos who were born from normal foxes and trained to be Tenko. I was born as Tenko. Something that is unprecedented. I am an abnormal existence even in the realm of Gods. So, I am not even sure what will happen after my death.”

“Then even more so you should spend your life happily,” I said. “And I am happy when I am with you. In the end, Satoru, you and I are pretty similar.” I smiled. “We didn’t know what would happen after our death. So, I’d rather spend time with someone who makes me happy.”

“…You really…” Satoru sighed. “A fox is very possessive of his person, especially if that person is his spouse. The moment you bound yourself to me, you won’t be able to escape anywhere. No matter where you run, I will still find you and plant you by my side. It sounds romantic in theory, but it’s not. It’s like having a yandere following you everywhere.”

“But I like having a yandere Satoru.” My lips curled into a smile.

“…” Satoru blinked once, twice and then a blush spread on his cheeks.

“So, will you take me as your bride now? Or should I take you as my bride? I don’t mind either way.”

“You won’t regret it?”

“I won’t. Even if I say I will, it’s not like you will be letting me go.” My mouth twitched. His tails which somehow came out without me noticing have tangled themselves into me, preventing me from getting up from this position, much less running away.

“Well then…” Satoru flipped his body, so I was now lying on my back. His nine tails, some are pinning my hands above my head, some are wrapping themselves to my legs, some are sensually sliding up and down on my thighs, some are even rubbing themselves into my private parts, eliciting a mewl out of me.

Satoru’s nose flared as he heard that sound and his pupils turn to slits. A feral growl is coming out from his throat. “Satoru…”

“I told you, I won’t let you go even if you regret it now.” He let out a possessive growl.

That low voice of his makes me shiver and I unconsciously try to rub my thighs which was actually rubbing to his soft fluffy tail instead and it creates even more pleasurable friction. “Not that.” I shook my head. “…What about Tenko?” My head cocked to the side where Tenko is still snoring away.

“…Let’s kick this damn fox out.” Satoru smiled. Tenko sensing the impending danger opens its eyes and huffs and then butts its head to Satoru’s hand.

“…” Satoru looks at the small fox blankly. “You want to come back?” He blinked.

“What does it say?” I sat up, still being tangled by the tails though.

“It weighs the pros and cons of being a separate part of my soul. And now decided it’s better to merge back with me.”

“Oh… Tenko is going to vanish then…” Disappointment is evident in my deflated tone.

“Well… It won’t be necessarily like that.” Satoru said.

“What do you mean?” I blinked.

“Wait a moment.” Satoru grabbed Tenko and opened his mouth to eat it.

“What are you doing?!” It was the first time that I raised my voice in surprise.

“…Taking back my soul?” Satoru tilted his head.

“…Can you use other ways aside from eating?” I sweatdropped.

“Then…” Tenko then turns into a ball of light and is absorbed back into Satoru’s body. Satoru then plucks some fur from his tail and turns the said fur into…

“Tenko!!” I gasped in surprise seeing Tenko again.

“I absorbed my soul back. Now this is sort of my clone without my soul. But it has the memories of it being Tenko.” Satoru explained.

“Thank you, Satoru.” I picked up Tenko and rubbed its cheek into mine.

“Well, now that it’s all settled.” Satoru plucked Tenko from my arm by its scurf and threw it out of the room, ignoring its cry of protest. “Now, I am going to spend a lovely time with my beloved bride. There shouldn’t be any interruption from vulgar fox.” Satoru smirked. Again, I was trapped by the tails in the same position again, except this time, the owner of the said tails was unbuttoning my shirt.

“You know, Fuu, there was some kind of stupid myth that said how long a fox mated to its mate according to how many its tails were. I think I should have made that stupid myth become reality now.”

“I don’t think there was a myth like that,” I mumbled, averting my eyes, and feeling my cheeks warm up at his statement.

“That’s why I said it was a stupid myth.” Satoru’s tail came up to caress the newly exposed skin and flesh, while his hands were already on the next stage, pulling down my shorts.

“Well then, my bride, shall we enjoy our honeymoon?” Satoru nipped my inner thigh. “I will make sure to drown you in my love within these nine days.” He chuckled. “Until you can’t live without me.” ~”~

“Ah, they are finally coming out from their love nest,” Suguru commented as he saw his best friend finally emerge from his veiled bedroom after nine whole days. He wonders if Fuu-chan is alright. His best friend’s way of showing love is rather extreme. Satoru is the holder of the title unequalled. Not like he, himself is any different. It’s just he hasn’t found who is worthy of his love yet.

“…What happened to Fuu-chan?” Shoko looked at Satoru accusingly.

“She is fast asleep. Won’t be waking up soon.” Satoru plopped on the sofa, spreading his legs.

“She… was not broken, right?” Nanamin was actually worried about that girl whom he considered a little sister.

“I won’t break my wife, Nanamin.” Satoru rolled his eyes, but he understood the concern. “The moment I have taken her as my bride, she ceased to be human. She won’t break because of simple matter.”

“…Having sexual intercourse for 9 days straight is no simple matter. Not even Gods can handle it.” Nanamin commented dryly.

“E…eeeeehhhh?!” Haibara Yu, the most innocent one, blushed at the blatant statement of his friend.

“Fuu is not just normal God or human, she is my wife.” Satoru giggled.

“This makes me feel irritated, but that actually sounds really convincing.” Nanamin sighed. He didn’t know what kind of luck or bad luck Fuuka acquired for her to be bound by the most abnormal existence in God's realm. Speaking of abnormal existence, there is also another one here, his other friend, Geto Suguru.

“Speaking of Fuu-chan…. She was the little kid that got lost in God's realm back then, no?” Suguru smirked.

“…Ah…” Realization dawned on Shoko first. “No wonder she looks familiar. She was that little girl that would only go back to the human realm after making Satoru promise to take her as a bride.”

“Ah? The legendary kid that I heard the gossip of?” Yu blinked.

“More accurately, she was saying, ‘Promise me you will take me as your bride when I have my 18th birthday, or if you don’t come, I will come and take you as my bride.’ That’s what she said.” Suguru refreshed their memories.

“…Haaaa…” Nanamin exhaled a long sigh.

“By making that promise, Fuu can already be called my bride. But since the ceremony was not completed, it can be broken by either her or me.”

“Eh? But usually, humans wouldn’t be able to break a promise to God, even though it was incomplete.”

“Fuu’s spiritual power quality is what makes it possible. Rather, it was also because of her highest quality of spiritual power that enabled her to cross over to God's realm.” Satoru explained.

“So, what is the ceremony that needs to be completed for Fuu-chan to become the official bride?” Innocent Haibara Yu asks this question with pure curiosity.

“…There was an official Fox Wedding ceremony, but it’s more just for a show. The real ceremony was having the bride ingest the body fluid of the groom. It ranges from simply letting the bride eat something that the groom has touched to kissing to what Gojo-san did to Fuu.” Nanamin explained.

“…What Gojo-san did to Fuu-chan…?” Haibara titled his head and 10 seconds later, he understood the meaning. “O…oh…” he is now a blushing mess again.

“What are you going to do now?” Suguru turned to his best friend.

“Cleaning up some trash who hurt my bride of course.” Satoru snorted.

“Won’t Fuu-chan feel sad?” Shoko frowned. It’s not like she was against this idea, but they need to consider Fuu-chan’s feelings.

“Even if we can’t touch Hisaki clan, we still can touch other clans, can’t we?” Satoru smiled darkly. “Let’s start with those who badmouth Fuu.” ~”~

“…nngh…” I felt a feather light touch on my face. “…Satoru…?” I cracked my eyes open to see Satoru smiling upon my awakening.

“Did you sleep well?”

“…Really well…” I yawned and stretched my body as I sat up. Satoru doesn’t miss his chance to let his eyes roam upon my body. A body that he made love to …how many days ago?

“How long I was asleep?”

“Not long, just 3 days,” Satoru answered nonchalantly.

“…It’s not normal for humans to sleep for 3 days straight.”

“You are not human anymore.”

“…Oh…” I forgot about this bit.

“Are you regretting it now?” Satoru cupped my cheek.

“No.” I nuzzled into his palm. “I simply forgot about it. It will take some time to get used to the fact that I am not human. But I will be alright, because, you will be with me, won’t you?” I smiled.

“Yeah, I am your husband now. Of course I am going to be with you for every step you take, my bride.” He chuckled as he pressed a kiss to my nose.

“I haven’t bathed for 3 days, I stink.” I scrunched my nose.

“No worries, I clean you up daily.” He giggled. “I even changed the sheet already.”

“…And you don’t even think of putting some sleepwear on me?” I raised my brow.

“You look very gorgeous like this. Why should I cover up this beautiful bride of mine, hm? Your body is a work of art. The most exquisite and bewitching art I laid my eyes on. It’s a blasphemy to even think covering up such a marvellous art.”

“I still have to cover up when going out, Satoru.” I giggled. “This sublime piece of art is only available for your eyes only.”

“That makes absolute sense.” He pulled me closer so I could straddle his lap. His hold on my hip just screams a certain type of possessiveness that makes you crave more.

“Your body is also for my eyes only. Do not let other people see even an inch of your skin.” I don’t know why I can even spout possessive words like this. But, isn’t it normal for me to feel possessive of my own husband?

A mirth (read. dark glee) is reflected in his eyes. “It’s nothing to be worried of, my bride.” Satoru soft chuckle brought me back. “It’s normal for every creature to feel possessive of what is theirs.”

“I think so too.” I nodded. Well, it’s a totally normal feeling to have.

“Let’s dress you up first, shall we? I have a gift waiting for you.”

“Shower together?” I batted my eyelashes at him.

“If that’s your wish.” He gave me a forehead kiss.

“It’s a command.”

“As you will.” Satoru chuckled as he carried me up to the bathroom. The two of us take our time to soak ourselves thoroughly in the bathtub. I wonder if next time Satoru will allow me to wash his tails or we can soak together with his tails out, but it will be pretty crowded.

“What are you thinking of, my bride?” Satoru turned my head to look at him.

“Just thinking if you would let me wash your tails sometimes, or we can soak together with your tails and ears out. But I think it will be a little too crowded for the second option.” I answered truthfully. I see no point lying to him about this.

“I will change this to a bigger size and then you can have your wish granted.” Satoru grinned.

“I will hold onto your promise.”

“Of course.”

After the leisure bath, Satoru finally takes me to where he said my gift is. He brings me to a place near the residential complex. Inside that place, I see familiar people being tied up and their mouths are being stuffed with pieces of clothes.

“Hhhhmmm!! Hhhhmmmmm!!!” They screamed, but I didn’t understand what they were screaming about.

“This is your gift.” Satoru chuckled.

“My gift?” I looked at Satoru and then to them again. The two people that were tied up are the current head of Hisaki clan and the heir of the said clan. “…Where are their shikigamis?” I blinked.

“Ah? They? They are all dead.” Satoru cackled.

“Oh…” I only answered with one syllable. “So, why did you bring them here?” I asked again.

“It’s your gift, my bride. It’s up to you what to do with them. If you want me to let them go, it’s also not a problem.”

“Let them go…”

“Hhhhmmm!!!!! Hm! Hhhhmmmm!!!!!” Their screams became louder.

“Hmm… I don’t know…” I frowned.

“Oh?” Satoru cocked his eyebrow.

“I was so sad some time ago. But now, I don’t feel anything to them. Not even hatred. It’s like all the negative emotions I had to them vanished.” I knitted my brows. “Hmmm… Satoru, was this because I ceased to be a human?”

“Yeah, a little bit.” He nodded.

“Oh…” I made an ‘o’ shape mouth. “Well, I don’t really care about what will happen to them now. I have no interest in Hisaki clan anyway. just make sure they stay far away from us. I don’t want them to disturb our lives.”

“Do you mind if I kill them?”

“Hhhhmmm!!!!! Hhhhhhmmmm! Hhhhmmmm!!!!! Hhhhhhhmmmmmmmmmm!!!!!” Their screams became more frantic. Their eyes are also bulging out as if they will pop out from their sockets.

“I don’t mind. Do what you like. Ah, but don’t get any blood on you or the clothes okay? It stinks.” I said. “I still want to wear your clothes, it’s comfy.”

“Will do, love.” He chuckled at my command. “Want to stay and watch.”

“Okay.” I nodded.

“Then, I will show you how dazzling and charming I am when I kill for you.”

“More charming than when making the mess out of me on the bed?” I giggled.

“I guess it’s a little less charming than that.”

“If you were to say you were more charming when you killed for me, then I won’t allow you to ever kill again.” My lips curl into a smile.

“Why?”

“Because then they will see how charming and dazzling, won’t they?” I raised my brow in amusement. “You are only allowed to show your charming and dazzling side to me.” My smile turned dark. “Even if they are going to die, they aren’t allowed to see you all charming and dazzling.”

Satoru makes an ‘o’ shape mouth as he looks at me with eyes wide, sparkling with joy, happiness and all positive emotions ever exist. “Come here, my bride.” Satoru pulled me into a smothering hug, something I like because I can feel safe within his arms (read. confinement)

“Aren’t you a little darling? Do you know how aroused I am right now, hm? I just want to take you right here and now.” He whispered in my ears.

“I prefer being on the bed. It’s comfier and I like it when your tails have their ways with me.” I whispered back. Satoru’s eyes dilate and turn to slits. A low primal growl that I had heard in those 9 days is here again.

“Let me take care of them real quick and we can have our fun, yeah.”

“Okay, be quick.”

Omake 1

“Satoru, let me sleep on your tails.”

“No, sleep on my thighs.”

“Your thighs are hard. I want to sleep on your soft fluffy beautiful tails.”

“Still no. Here, sit on my lap then, my chest is a perfect makeshift pillow.”

“It’s still hard.” I pouted. “I guess I will sleep on Tenko’s tail then. Even though it’s small.” I sighed dejectedly.

“No, you aren’t allowed to sleep on that thing’s tail.”

“But you won’t let me sleep on yours.”

“…Fine, you win. Come here.” Satoru sighed.

“Thank you, Satoru.” I gave him a kiss on his cheek as his tails bloomed out. “It’s soft and fluffy.” I took a deep breath and relaxed my body on it. Not long after I am out like a light.

“…How come she likes my tails more than me…” Satoru grumbled, but the tails behind him were slowly stroking his bride’s hair, making sure she was feeling the most comfortable while sleeping.

Omake 2

“Satoru, let me brush your tails.” I came to him with a brush ready in my hands, my eyes were sparkling.

“…Okay, come here.” Satoru couldn’t refuse my request and knew I would pester him every day. So, the sooner I got what I wanted, the better.

“Hehehe…” I giggled excitedly. Satoru has his back to me while his tails are blooming beautifully. I sit on the floor and start brushing the tails’ coats one by one. I don’t know how or when but, I was just thinking to brush the base of the tails so I moved closer and closer and somehow, I am now sitting on some of the fluffy tails, still trying to brush them. But some tails are very uncooperative. They keep touching me in very intimate places.

Some are under my, no Satoru’s oversized button-up shirt which I have taken as my sleepwear or comfy wear in the house. It’s still okay if they are just under the shirts, but they are caressing the skin under my breasts, sometimes maybe accidentally brushing my nipples. Some are tickling my butt and my thighs, some are even more troublesome, they are trying to get inside my shorts.

“…nnnh…”

“Love, are you trying to seduce me with that voice of yours?” Satoru asked without even looking at me.

“You did that on purpo...oh…se” I let out a small whimper when I felt one of the tails manage to get inside my shorts and panties.

“What are you talking about? Don’t you know, fox’s tails are individual beings?” I could hear his teasing tone.

The brush clatters on the floor after I dropped it. “Wait, don’t take off my-!!!” I let out another gasp as the tip of the tail rubbed my bare privates, causing a small wet patch on its coat. My shorts and panties were thrown to the side.

“Oh, aren’t you lovely, looking messy like this?” Satoru finally looked at me with a wicked grin on his face.

“…meanie…” I gave up struggling and let his tails have their way with me.

“So adorable and messy like this. My bride is so cute.” He cooed and finally had his tails transferred me into his awaiting arms after making a mess out of me. My whole body is flushing and warm.

“I just brushed your coats,” I grumbled.

“Nah, they look better drenched in your essence, my bride.” His eyes gleamed. “And so am I.” And it’s another passionate night of a Celestial Fox drowns his bride in his love.

[meo-eiru]

Elias is up to something again

[angelyuji]

SOME MOREEE YANDERE PINES TWINS THOUGHTS

stan pines thoughts and professor ford pines??? HOLD ON LET ME COOK

18+!!!!

tw // yandere themes, gaslighting, manipulation, power imbalance, pervy uncle lowkey, also lowkey bimboification, noncon (not explicit)

professor ford pines!!!!!!!! known to be the eccentric professor who goes on tangents about trans-dimensional physics and other science junk, but also superrr lenient grader like no possible way anyone could fail his class. you’re def teacher’s pet type and he’s definitely aiming to make you a TA. always getting you involved in weird experiments, but you’re always down cuz ur there to learn! ford invites you to his house, you guys hang out outside of class and research, you’ve met his brother!! like u knew it was getting weird, but at the same time…. you need a good rec letter. so one day you guys are in his office at his home, grading papers…

“(y/n).” ford calls your name, sternly. the lights were dim and quiet classical music played in the office. you hum and turn to him. before you know it, his chapped lips press against yours. you push him away, scared and surprised.

“professor, what the hell are you doing?” you try back away, but ford grabs your hand.

“i think you are one of the most brilliant minds i know and i want to be with you, (y/n).” ford stands, pulling you into a hug. you push back, stumbling away from him.

“no, i-i never thought that! i thought we were just friends!”

“but, i invited you to my home.” ford’s face saddens, “you met my family…”

“i never… i never realized…” you felt embarrassed for the old professor. you take a step back. you can’t see his face, but you watch his fists clench.

“i suppose that means you’re okay with losing your job, as well as any opportunities in this field.” his voice was low, words drenched in anger.

“no…. no, no, no, professor you can’t do this to me.” your heart feels like it was being ripped out of your chest.

“no, i can’t, but who will you tell? who will believe you? i am a respected scientist in our field, (y/n). think once more on your decision.” ford looks at you, a smug smirk laying on his face. you don’t respond, knowing that you had no other choice. you step back to him and he pulls you into a soft, loving kiss. his 5 o’clock shadow scratches your face. “now, please (y/n), call me ford.”

stan pines who had known your dad when he lived in texas and saw him again in gravity falls. stan pines who gets invited over to meet his friend’s family for dinner and sees you. a cute, little thing in their early 20s. stan’s instantlyyy enamored. you’re so cute and respectful, explaining how you’re living at home while you work and save money for a house, blushing when stan compliments you, serving him food first. you were acting like a perfect homemaker and stan was instantly obsessed. your dad’s gonna tell stan before he leaves that you’re all moving somewhere cheaper:

“yeah, pines, we’re moving some time soon. you know how it is with retirement and the market going down.” your dad sighs, wearily. stan nods, trying to listen to your voice in the house. “can’t move till (y/n) finds a job though. its gonna be tough on them especially with how hard it is to find jobs these days.” stan perks up at his words.

“y’know, (y/n) don’t have to quit…” your dad looks at the older man in confusion. “my grandkids have gone back to california, shermie’s grandkids technically, so my attic is open for them to stay in. they can stay at their job and you guys can move.” stan offers, fighting a giddy smile.

your dad clasps stan’s hands, “stan pines, you are the kindest man i know.”

stan for sure acts like a feeble old man around you to get you to take care of him. like cooking dinner, doing laundry, and more. he conditions you into acting like his stay at home partner. he starts making advances, subtle at first, to see what you would tolerate. soon he’s dictating what you wear and bending you over on the kitchen counter to make sure you stay full :) (dont get me started on somnophilia cuz i have thoughts on those but idk if u guys are ready for the things im gonna say)

here are those thoughts i was talking abt… :))))

[winxanity-ii]

BIG FAT MEANY

ship: stepbro!megumi x fem!reader warnings: nsfw 🔞 (p in v, fingering, dub-con); overbearing/possessive brother (aged up: reader and megumi are in early 20s) word count: 4.5k (lololo forgive me y'all got a bit carried away with the storybuilding 💀 promise this won't happen all the time jajaja ) A/N: Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that i'm reposting this from my alt account, lulu-4-u in case you've seen this posted before... ★·.·´🇯‌🇺‌🇯‌🇺‌🇹‌🇸‌🇺‌ 🇰‌🇦‌🇮‌🇸‌🇪‌🇳‌ 🇲‌🇦‌🇸‌🇹‌🇪‌🇷‌🇱‌🇮‌🇸‌🇹‌`·.·★

You weren't a hateful person. Not at all.

In fact, you were practically a ball of sunshine—inside and out.

You loved everything.

It was the simple things in life that made your heart flutter: the moon on a clear night, the smell of fresh rain, lazy afternoons spent with your friends from college, and, of course, your family.

Especially the love between your mom and stepdad, Toji.

He came into you and your mom's life at a time when things were pretty dark—your dad had been having an affair with his secretary, and your mom was left heartbroken. But then, when you were fifteen, Toji walked into the picture, and everything changed for the better.

Out of all the things you cherished, though, there was one thing—one person—you absolutely hated.

Your stepbrother, Fushiguro Megumi.

You hated how mean he was to you.

How he always managed to push your buttons.

How he treated you like a child, even though you were only a year younger than him.

And what you hated the most?

How pushy he got when things didn't go his way.

"Megumi, I said stop!" you whined, pushing at his annoyingly close chest.

Your mind could only race, trying to piece together exactly how you ended up in this predicament.

The night had started simply enough. It was a Friday—date night for your mom and Toji, which meant the house was practically dead.

Normally, you would've just stayed at your dorm, but tonight was different. Your dormmates had been all over you about some party happening on campus, trying to drag you along, but you weren't in the mood.

You'd barely been able to dodge their constant nagging, so instead of getting sucked into something you didn’t want to do, you decided to come home.

A weekend in your room sounded a lot better than getting roped into a night of drinking and chaos.

But instead of holing up and rotting away in your room, Megumi had caught you on your way upstairs. He'd asked—well, more like insisted—if you wanted to watch a movie with him.

It had been a little out of the ordinary, but you shrugged and went along with it, thinking it'd be a decent way to pass the time. And for a while, it had been fine. You both settled on the couch, watching the newest Scream movie.

Until now.

"Megumi, what's your problem? It's just Yuji..." you finally managed, voice small as you sat up properly on the couch, trying to put some distance between the two of you.

"My problem?" he repeated, scoffing like you'd just said something ridiculous. "My problem is you acting like you don't know what’s going on. That picture—he sent it to you for a reason. But you're sitting here like it’s no big deal."

Your brow furrowed, hurt blooming in your chest at what he was insinuating. You hated it when Megumi got like this—sharp-tongued, confrontational, like everything you did somehow annoyed him.

All over a damn picture...

It wasn't even a big deal, honestly. You and Yuji were just chatting as always when among the messages he sent a picture of himself fresh out of soccer practice.

You could vividly recall the boyish grin plastered across his face, eyes bright with his usual warmth.

But it wasn't just the smile that caught your attention.

His shirt, the one you knew had probably been soaked with sweat from practice, was pulled halfway up, wiping at his forehead. It casually exposed the lean muscles of his abdomen, glistening faintly from practice.

He hadn't done it on purpose—he probably didn't even think twice about sending it knowing him—but the way his body looked in the picture was enough to make your face burn upon seeing it.

But apparently, what wasn't a big deal to you, was to Megumi...

"Is he your boyfriend or something?" he demanded, glaring down at you. "Yuji, I mean. Is that why you're all flustered? Because he sent you some half-naked picture and now you’re freaking out like some lovesick idiot?"

"What are we, twelve?" you scoffed, crossing your arms and turning your body away from him, your tone sharp. "For your information, it's none of your business what Yuji is to me. We're in college, Megumi. I don't owe you any explanations."

You could feel the heat rise to your face again, but this time it wasn’t just from the embarrassment. It was the fact that he felt like he had any right to badger you about this.

He wasn't your parent, your guardian—hell, he wasn't even a friend half the time with the way he acted.

"Why do you even care?" you muttered under your breath, more to yourself than to him. "You're always like this. Sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

You didn't see the way his jaw clenched or how his gaze sharpened at your words. You were too focused on staring at the wall, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions swirling in your chest.

You stood up abruptly, ready to head back to your room, away from his snappy attitude.

But just as you turned, a large hand wrapped around your wrist, halting your steps.

You froze, looking over your shoulder to see Megumi. He was staring up at you through his dark hair, head tilted slightly, a burning look in his eyes that made your heart race in a way you didn't like. His grip was firm but not painful—just enough to keep you there.

"Megumi, let go," you huffed, your lips pouting as your eyebrows furrowed in frustration. You gave a light tug on your arm, but his hand didn't budge.

He didn't say anything, just kept staring at you, his expression unreadable. That silence—his stubborn, infuriating silence—only made your frustration build.

Why did he have to be like this?

"I said let go!" you repeated, yanking on your arm harder this time, but his grip tightened. You felt a hot flash of anger rise in your chest.

"If you don't—" you started, your voice trembling with frustration, "I'm gonna tell Mom and Toji when they get home."

His eyes flickered for a second, and just as the words left your mouth, he scoffed, standing up in one smooth motion, his form towering over yours.

You could feel the heat of him, the intensity of his presence making you instinctively take a small step back.

"What?" he sneered, his voice low and mocking. "You're gonna tell them that you're whoring around?"

You gasped, your eyes going wide in shock, heart slamming in your chest. "What the hell, Megumi?" you started, but the words barely made it past your lips before he cut you off, stepping even closer, his voice quick and biting.

Megumi stepped even closer, his body towering over yours as he stared down at you through his dark lashes, his voice dropping into something almost mocking.

"Or are you gonna run to Toji?" he taunted, his lips curling into a smirk that sent a shiver down your spine. "I bet you'd like that, huh? Telling him how mean I'm being to you... like some helpless little girl."

Your breath hitched, your back pressing against the wall as he closed the space between you, his presence overwhelming. You felt cornered, heat rising to your cheeks in a way you couldn’t control. His words, the way he looked at you—it all left you speechless.

You hated that he had this effect on you, hated the way he made your pulse race, not just from anger but something deeper, something you couldn't quite place.

Megumi leaned in slightly, his eyes never leaving yours. "Or maybe you like it when I'm mean to you. Is that it? You're always whining, but you never tell them, do you? Why's that?"

You cleared your throat, trying to steady yourself, your eyes darting off to the side to avoid the intensity of his gaze. "B-because," you stammered, voice barely above a whisper, your cheeks still burning hot.

You swallowed hard, finally meeting his eyes, though the way he was looking down at you made your heart pound even harder. "Because… you're my big brother..."

You expected him to laugh, to scoff at you like he always did, but instead, his expression didn't change. If anything, something darker flickered in his eyes as he leaned even closer, his breath hot against your skin.

"Is that what you tell yourself?" he asked quietly, his voice low and almost dangerous. "That it's just because I'm your big brother?" He tilted his head slightly, still staring down at you, his eyes narrowing just a bit. "You sure that's it?"

You could feel the heat rushing to your face again, heart pounding painfully in your chest as you struggled to find words, any words, to push him away.

Your mind raced, and though you wanted to focus on the anger bubbling up, a different thought crept in, unwanted but undeniable.

Megumi was attractive.

Like, really, really attractive.

You hated to admit it, but standing there, inches from him, it was impossible to ignore. He towered over you, standing at least six feet tall, his broad shoulders filling out the plain black t-shirt he wore.

You could see the faint outline of his muscles beneath the fabric, the way his chest rose and fell with every breath, the strong line of his jaw clenched in irritation. His dark hair fell over his forehead in that effortless way it always did, messy but somehow perfect, framing his sharp, intense features.

And those eyes—Gods, those eyes.

Even though they were currently glaring down at you with frustration, you couldn't deny the pull they had. Dark, stormy, and filled with an intensity that made it hard to hold his gaze for long. They were the kind of eyes that could make anyone feel small, vulnerable, and you hated how they always managed to affect you.

Your breath hitched as you let yourself take him in for just a moment too long, your body betraying you with a sharp jolt of attraction. But no—no.

You weren't going to go there.

This was Megumi, your stepbrother, and as good as he looked, he was being a complete asshole right now.

You shook your head quickly, trying to rid yourself of the thought. Stop it. Stop thinking like that.

Clearing your throat, you took a deep breath and straightened up, attempting to put on your most serious face, even though your heart was still hammering in your chest.

"Look, 'Gumi," you began, your voice sounding steadier than you felt, using the nickname you had given him years ago. It rolled off your tongue easily, a little too familiar for the situation at hand, but you needed something to ground yourself. "I'm not sure what’s wrong. And I'm sorry if I did anything to make you upset, but you have got to stop this..."

You trailed off, knowing full well what the 'this' was. And deep down, Megumi knew too. It wasn't just about Yuji, or any other guy, really. It was him. It was how he acted—how he always got so weirdly possessive, so jealous, whenever another guy so much as talked to you.

You didn't even have to be interested in them; the mere mention of someone else was enough to set him off.

You'd seen it countless times. The sharp glares, the biting comments, the way his jaw would tighten at the mention of a boy's name.

It was always the same, this constant undercurrent of envy and jealousy that never made sense, and it wasn't just a protective brother thing.

No, it was something else.

Something darker.

Something you weren't ready to acknowledge.

Megumi's jaw clenched, and for a second, you thought he was going to say something or maybe even do something.

You braced yourself, heart racing with both frustration and something you didn't want to name.

But instead, he let go of your wrist, taking a step back.

"Fine…" he muttered, his voice low and almost too calm. "You're right, and I'm sorry."

You blinked, momentarily thrown off. Megumi? Apologizing?

He never apologized to you, not like this. Usually, he'd just brush you off, act like whatever happened didn't matter or somehow turn it back on you. But now, here he was, actually acknowledging his behavior.

It felt strange, and you weren't quite sure how to respond.

"Uh, well, um, thank you…" you mumbled, still processing.

It didn't feel real, this sudden shift. But before you could dwell on it for too long, you turned to leave again, ready to retreat to the safety of your room where you could put distance between yourself and this confusing whirlwind of emotions.

But just as you began to walk away, you felt it again—his hand, firm around your wrist.

He wasn't letting you go.

"Where's my apology?" he asked, his tone unsettlingly calm.

"Huh?" you responded, confused by the sudden demand. Your brain barely had time to catch up with the words before Megumi yanked you forward, pulling you off balance.

You stumbled, instinctively putting your hands up to steady yourself, but you ended up falling into his chest instead.

You gasped, your hands pressing against the solid warmth of him, trying to create some space, but Megumi's arm wrapped around your waist, holding you close.

The heat from his body seeped into yours, making it impossible to ignore how solid and overwhelming he felt against you.

"Megumi—" you started, breathless, but the rest of your sentence was cut off as he brought his lips close to your ear, his voice soft and commanding.

"Shush…" he murmured, the sound sending a shiver down your spine. "Let's just finish the movie."

With that, he pulled you back down onto the couch next to him, his arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you tethered to his side. You were practically sitting on his lap, his arm still holding you close, and your mind was spinning, trying to wrap itself around what was happening.

The movie played in the background, but you couldn't focus on anything except the heavy tension in the room and the warmth of his body pressing against yours.

As you tried to shift away, to put some space between you, Megumi's voice pierced through the room, low and deliberate. "You know," he began, his hand dropping lower, his fingers brushing the inner corner of your thigh. "I just realized something… we never got to bond." He emphasized the word by gripping your thigh, his touch firm and intentional.

Your breath hitched at the contact, and your mind blanked for a second, overwhelmed by how sudden and intense his presence felt. "I-I mean, we still can," you stuttered, trying to defuse the situation, trying to keep this from going wherever it was heading.

But the way Megumi's face pulled into a wicked smirk, the sharp gleam in his eyes, made your stomach drop. He leaned in closer, licking his lips as he watched your reaction, his grip tightening slightly on your leg.

The air around you felt thick, it was as if everything had narrowed down to just this—his gaze, his hands on you, the heat of his body so close to yours.

Before you could even think of moving again, Megumi's hand suddenly gripped your jaw, his fingers firm against your skin as he turned your face toward him. His touch was possessive, controlling, and it sent a wave of something through you—part fear, part something darker that you didn't want to name.

"C'mon, look at me," he said, his voice a low murmur as he scooted even closer, towering over you now. He tilted your head back slightly, forcing you to meet his eyes, and even if you wanted to pull away, you couldn't.

His grip was too strong, too sure.

Megumi watched your reaction closely, his smirk growing as he tilted his head, amusement flickering in his eyes. "What's wrong? You don't wanna play with your big brother?" The way he said it, his voice dripping with a mock sweetness, sent shivers down your spine, and your heart pounded painfully in your chest.

"G-Gumi, the movie…" you stammered, trying to deflect, to push him away with your words, but it was no use.

You knew nothing good was going to come from this.

He just chuckled softly, his fingers gripping your jaw a little tighter as he leaned even closer, his breath hot against your skin. "Forget the movie," he muttered, his voice taking on that dangerous edge again.

Before you could react, Megumi grabbed both of your wrists, pinning them to your side with one hand.

You were startled by how effortlessly he did it—his arms didn’t even bulge, as if it was nothing for him to hold you down like this. Your heart raced even faster, panic starting to creep in as you realized how strong he really was.

You tried to squirm, to pull away, but Megumi didn't budge. His grip on you was firm, almost casual, like he was barely putting in any effort to keep you trapped against him.

Megumi tutted at you, a soft noise that somehow felt condescending, as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. "The movie's still there, silly," he hummed, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver down your spine.

You could feel him nosing along the contours of your neck, his presence overwhelming every one of your senses.

"Let's just play a game until the commercials are over, yeah?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, as if this were all some harmless joke to him.

"A-a game?" you stuttered, your mind struggling to keep up with what was happening. Your body felt frozen in place, your instincts screaming at you to move, to get away, but the grip he had on your wrists, the way he held you down so effortlessly, made it impossible.

"Yeah…" he whispered, his lips brushing the sensitive skin of your neck. "Let's play… who can last the longest."

The words didn't even fully register before you felt the sudden force of him pushing you back against the sofa.

An involuntary "oomph" escaped your lips as your back hit the cushions, and your vision blurred for a second as you stared up at the ceiling, heart pounding in your ears.

Before you could gather your thoughts, Megumi was hovering above you, his body blocking out everything else. His dark eyes raked over your face, taking in every flicker of emotion you couldn't hide, every sign of the fear and confusion coursing through you.

He didn't move, not yet, but the weight of his gaze pinned you in place as effectively as his body did.

There was something in his expression—an intensity that made your chest tighten, made it hard to breathe, and you couldn't help but feel like you were already losing whatever game this was.

Megumi let out a deep chuckle, the sound reverberating in your chest, his breath hot against your ear. "Don't worry," he murmured, his tongue flicking out to lick the curve of your ear, making you shiver. "I'll go easy on you… for now."

"Megumi—" you started, your cry cut off as his hand cupped your jaw, and he slammed his lips onto yours, his movements forceful and possessive.

Heat shot through your body, shivers running down your spine as his tongue invaded your mouth like a man starving. It was overwhelming, the way he kissed you—demanding, fierce, leaving no room for resistance.

You whimpered against his mouth, the noise muffled by the way his lips devoured yours. His hands wandered along your body, gripping, grabbing, squeezing any part of you he could find.

The pressure of his touch was firm, almost bruising, and with every place his hands explored, your body responded with an involuntary jolt of heat.

Your breath hitched as he hooked his hands under your legs, pulling them up and around his waist, his hips jolting forward into yours. The movement sent a rush of sensation through you.

You managed to tear your lips from his, gasping for air as your chest heaved. "M-Megumi…" you whined, your voice trembling, your head falling back as you tried to make sense of what was happening, what he was doing to you.

He didn't stop. Instead, he groaned low in his throat, his lips finding your neck. He licked and bit along the sensitive skin there, the rough scrape of his teeth making you shiver even as you tried to push the sensation away.

Your mind was at war with itself—one part of you frothing, screaming, fight him, get him away, the panic clawing at your chest. But the other side—the darker part, the one that you didn’t want to admit was there—was keening, practically begging for more of his attention, for more of this twisted game.

And Megumi, as if sensing the battle raging inside of you, just smiled against your skin, biting down a little harder, leaving a mark you knew wouldn't fade anytime soon.

Megumi pulled back slightly, making a deliberate show of licking his lips as he panted above you, his eyes dark and focused. "C'mon, lil sis," he murmured, rocking his hips into yours in a slow, rough rhythm that made your breath catch in your throat. "The game can't start until you're ready."

Your body betrayed you as you watched him put a hand between your bodies, his fingers easily slipping into the confines of your sleeping shorts. "Ohhh, looks like you really wanna play, huh?" he taunted, his voice laced with smugness as his fingers rubbed up and down your wet slit.

A wave of shame washed over you, your thighs twitching with the instinct to close, to shut them and stop what was happening, but his frame kept them wide open.

You couldn't escape the heat pooling low in your stomach, no matter how hard you tried to fight it. A choked whine left your mouth, your back arching involuntarily when he slipped a finger inside.

Megumi let out a groan, low and rumbling, as if he was savoring the sensation. "Damn…" he muttered under his breath, cursing softly as he felt your walls constrict around his finger. His thumb brushed over your clit, making your whole body jerk, and when he added a second finger, the fight in you began to crumble.

His fingers were relentless, rubbing and probing with a skill that left you breathless. Your legs, which had tried to resist, opened wider for him, your body moving of its own accord.

Megumi hummed in approval, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he muttered, "Good girl." The words sent a rush of conflicting emotions through you—humiliation, desire, confusion—but you couldn't stop the way your body responded to him.

And before you knew it, you found yourself overcome with an orgasm. Babbled whimpers fell from your lips as the coil within you snapped, your body shaking with the force of it.

By the time you came down from the high, Megumi had already pulled back, sitting on his haunches as he dropped your legs. You curled your legs up to your body, watching as he began to untie his drawstring sweats, his eyes still locked on you with that same wicked smirk.

You looked away just as you caught a glimpse of the dark trail of hair peeking out from his waistband, heart pounding in your chest.

At this point, you had accepted what was about to happen, and your mind raced as you braced yourself.

Megumi crawled back over you, his hands tugging at your shorts, and you barely registered the feeling as he discarded them over his shoulder. One of your legs was pulled back around his waist, the heat of his skin pressing against yours.

His body hovered over yours, and you felt him nudge your entrance with the tip of his dick, sliding it up and down along your slit.

A shiver ran through you as you struggled to keep your thoughts clear, but it was impossible under the weight of him, both physically and mentally.

"Fuck," he groaned to himself, eyes locked on where your bodies were beginning to connect.

Your breathing grew shallow, your heart racing uncontrollably, knowing that whatever came next, there was no turning back.

Megumi filled you in one swift movement, stealing your breath away. You cried out, the sound a mix of pleasure and pain echoing through the room. His groan was long and guttural, reverberating in the space between you.

Megumi's rhythm was steady, each thrust sending a jolt of shock of pleasure through your body.

It felt surreal—part of you couldn't believe you were letting this happen, but the undeniable pleasure clouded every coherent thought.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, the intensity of it all overwhelming your senses.

"That's right," Megumi grunted, his breath hot against your ear. "Take all of me."

You couldn't form words, your mind spinning, too overwhelmed by the sensations coursing through you.

Instead, all you could do was moan and whimper, your body moving with his, the sound of skin meeting skin filling the room. His hand snaked up to your throat, gripping lightly as he maintained a relentless pace.

"You like that, don't you? You like the way big brother fucks you?" he growled, his voice harsh and demanding, his thrusts becoming even more intense.

Your mind reeled, unable to speak, only nodding frantically in response as the pleasure built inside you. You could feel the pressure mounting, an orgasm threatening to wash over you as your body tensed beneath him.

Megumi seemed to notice, his hands hiking your legs up higher, deepening the angle, each movement more brutal and precise than the last.

You lay there, body writhing beneath his as he fucked you like a ragdoll, and a dark part of you couldn't help but thrill in the way he took control. His voice filled your ear with praise, breathless murmurs of "you're doing so good for me," and other words that barely registered through the haze, as if he were drunk off the feeling of you clamped around him.

Soon, his tempo shifted, becoming erratic, his grip on your hips tightening as his low moans became uncontrollable.

The intensity built until you felt warmth spreading inside you, the realization hitting you that he was coming, his release flooding your senses.

The throbbing between you two blurred together, until yours faded, and you could still feel him twitching, even as everything else calmed.

Eventually, he slowed, both of you panting, the room thick with the aftermath. You winced when he finally pulled out, a shiver running through you as you felt the hot liquid seeping out.

Megumi stood to grab cleaning supplies, gently wiping you off, his touch softer now, though still lingering in the tension of what had just occurred.

And as you lay there, watching him, all you could think was, What the fuck just happened?

[on-leatheredwings]

yandere subversion tropes i like to think about

yandere that pushes reader to the edge, so reader snaps and kidnaps/imprisons them

yandere who stalks and surveils, not knowing the reader is highly aware of the fact and enjoys the attention

reader is a former yandere who resists their new yandere's advances at first, out of fear of rejection. once they feel it's safe to be emotionally vulnerable, the reader turns out to be much, much worse than their yandere

the yandere is the protagonist of the narrative, not the reader

reader already has a partner, so the yandere is initially jealous. but right before yandere manages to dispose of your partner, they end up falling for them as well (polyam ending)

yandere who's actually quite bad at stalking/sneaking around, so the secret spy!reader encourages them to do better by offering pointers

reader has been yandere's yandere all along, and is glad they finally got their yandere to notice them. reader pretends to be oblivious the whole time

[untoldstar]

yandere boss when you find another job

warning: fem reader, yandere themes, obsessive behavior, abuse of power

At first, he notices a change in your demeanor, you do as you're told but you don't engage with him as much as you used to, the conversations you two had felt quite..personal to him, you two would talk in his office where no one would overhear or interfere, you even had inside jokes that only you two would understand, it felt special to him, so when conversations with you wouldn't go past five sentences alarms started going off in his head, did he say something to upset you? has one of your co-workers been bothering you? just tell him he can take care of it in the blink of an eye! it's not like it would be the first time he's done that for you. Perhaps your workload has been too exhausting? he'll happily give you a vacation if it means you'll treat him how you used to

This man reflects for a whole day to make he didn't upset you in any way, he gives you simple errands and prolongs your breaks but that only seems to spark even more of an unpleasant emotion in you, he replays all the security cameras in the office to see if someone has been harassing you which doesn't turn out to be the case but it does lead him to notice you being on the phone more often than usual and his mind immediately goes south, has she gotten a boyfriend? when? how have I not noticed this..

He backtracks all your calls to find out who you've been talking with so he can deal with them properly but he finds that most of your calls have been with another company..what would you need from another company? a job application? you were planning on leaving him?!

He becomes so paranoid, he goes to every length possible, he makes everyone in the office guilt trip you into staying with comments on how work would suck if you weren't there, how they would have a crisis every week if you weren't there to handle it quickly and swiftly every time, just what would they do without you?

He almost goes as far as giving you a bad reputation in the company you were planning on applying to when it finally happened..

You walking into his office with the most serious face you've had since he hired you, he listens to you utter the words "I'm resigning" from your beautiful soft lips and the rest is turning into muffled mumbles in his brain because the only thing he's thinking of is locking you both in his office forever where he can keep his eye on you, where you can't run away from him.

You finish the speech you so clearly prepared and exhaled while looking at him expectantly, guilt written all over your face, he doesn't say anything for a few seconds, the silence filling up his spacious office until it's broken with a deep chuckle, your shoulders slump down, that definitely wasn't the reaction you were expecting, he rises from his chair and starts to make his way around the desk to where your standing, the sound of his hitting the floor with every step only makes you more nervous "what could you possibly want from another company love? everything you need is right here!" you shift your weight to step back "I..well I already told you why-" he steps closer invading your space "ah yes you mentioned it but that's simply not good enough, see, all the reasons you've mentioned I can take care of I still fail to see why you would go searching for that somewhere else, could it be me you're escaping?" you're eyes blow wide "no! of course not..look, sir, I'm sorry but even though I know you're fully capable of providing me with what I'm searching for but I've already decided..working with you has been-" you jolt as he slams his hand on the desk trapping you against it, his head hangs low for a second before he lifts it and your heart skips a beat at the look in his eyes, you've never seen him look at you that way the entire time you've worked here " ah..your behavior over the past two weeks makes sense now, you were too guilty to act the way you usually do because you knew it was special too! and you just couldn't bring yourself to do that when you were planning on leaving..oh you sweet little thing, it must have been so hard to act so cold towards someone so special to you but alas, your efforts are in vain because you're not going anywhere my love.."

[sylusjinwoon]

{ 019 }

- musings for yandere! sung jinwoo -

disclaimers: dark content; manipulative behavior; mentions of m*rder; i do not condone such behaviors in real life, but this is a work of pure fiction, so anything goes.

DEFINITELY the type to fall hard at first sight for his darling. you can be a hunter, healer, or a mere civilian- it truly doesn't matter to him. for if you are unlucky enough to catch his attention, you will be subjected to his obsession and love- you will not escape from his love unscathed.

the day had been so utterly ordinary for sung jinwoo when he accompanied cha hae-in on what he assumed was her poor attempt at asking him out on a date.

he notices the way she smiles at him, appearing very much like a bright sunflower who's smile can match that of the sun's.

jinwoo was very much aware of her awkward kindness and beauty, yet what he felt for her was nothing more than a mere fondness. if such fondness were to ever grow into love, then he felt certain that such feelings would amount to nothing more than a familial type of love.

and despite how he knew hae-in was considered to be the perfect woman by many-

jinwoo's heart simply didn't burn for her.

after making some small talk, jinwoo waits patiently by hae-in's side for the light to flash, indicating that it was safe to walk across the street. he truly was not expecting for his life to change at all-

and oh, how wrong he was!

for once the light changed and he walked across the street with hae-in in tow-

that was the moment he saw someone that took his very breath away.

that was the moment he saw you.

as jinwoo appeared rooted on the spot, you remained blissfully unaware of the inner turmoil you had caused within the shadow monarch's heart. never once did he blink when you walk past him, eyes eagerly drinking in the sight of your hair and the way your eyes shone with amusement at your phone's screen.

even when you reached the opposite end of the street, jinwoo just couldn't bring himself to look away from you, doing all that he could to burn your image into his memory when he was suddenly pulled away from you and into the sidewalk once more.

the distance between you and him had gotten much farther, and jinwoo could feel his fists clenching in response. feeing annoyed and upset, his eyes began to flash purple in response, glaring down at the blond hunter who's eyes suddenly became wide with fear.

"i-i'm sorry, but i didn't wish for you to get run over." hae-in meekly gestures to the sight of incoming traffic, making him calm down almost immediately while unclenching his fists.

he supposes he should spare cha hae-in after all, since if he had been harmed or run over by a vehicle, then he would further delay his inevitable meeting with you.

looking away from her, he mutters a half-hearted 'thank you,' before shoving his hands within the pockets of his coat, counting down the minutes until he could end this outing with hae-in and bask in his thoughts of you.

no longer will gravity be the one keeping him grounded to the earth, but rather, YOU. it is your mere existence that will serve as jinwoo's purpose in life. YOU will be what keeps him grounded. as if you were a beacon of light that shone a path within his dark and cold world, he would become obsessed with you almost immediately, meticulously planning the day where you would be his while stalking your every movement.

the day he had ran into you, his shoulders harshly bumping into yours as he sent a plethora of his soldiers rushing into your shadow wasn't enough.

it was never enough.

when he purposely collided with you, he had watched you through glowing, purple eyes as you remained slumped against the sidewalk for several seconds from the impact. your eyes had watered a bit as unshed tears were seen glimmering within your gaze in pain-

the sight of it all nearly made him come to you and apologize while comforting you-

but jinwoo held back those urges, watching with pride when you slowly stood back up on your feet. you dusted off any stray dirt that remained on your outfit before walking forward with your head held high, going on with your day as if nothing had happened,

he deeply admires your strength, feeling his heart melt at the sight of you as his world was now bathed in a rose-colored hue.

even knowing that he could simply watch you from a distance, using the soldiers he had placed close to you as his eyes-

jinwoo still wanted more.

even when he spent hours upon hours looking through the eyes of his soldiers to keep track of you-

it wasn't enough.

instead, he uses his loyal soldiers to memorize your schedule, down to the very last second as he wrote down every single activity that you did.

[ weekdays ]

0800: my lover wakes up and gets ready for the day, sometimes making breakfast; sometimes skipping altogether.

NOTE TO SELF: cook for her a balanced and delicious breakfast every single day. it's what she deserves.

0915: darling leaves the apartment and heads to the station for work.

NOTE TO SELF: obtain a copy of her key soon.

1000 - 2100: darling works hard at her job before going home at 2130.

NOTE TO SELF: spoil her well with lavish gifts that she will love.

2225: arrives home to make a late dinner.

NOTE TO SELF: cook all her meals.

[ weekends ]

my darling has a very spontaneous schedule. sometimes she sleeps in; other times she wakes up early to explore the city. i am always trailing behind her, never too far, but never too close, either.

if she buys a ticket to a movie, i'll buy a ticket and sit behind her.

if she enters a restaurant and enjoys her lunch or dinner by herself, i'll pay for her bill with no questions asked.

I NEED HER.

I LOVE HER.

I AM OBSESSED WITH HER.

at the end of each page, he would continuously write your name over and over again, eyes going hazy the more he continued to write your name endlessly before it became nothing but scribbles against his page that looked oddly like a heart.

only when he was certain he knew every aspect of your life did he finally make his appearance, allowing himself to be placed directly before you as he began the process of making you belong to him and him alone.

jinwoo had waited tirelessly for this exact moment.

he spent at least 8 months getting to know each and every minuscule detail about you, forming himself into your ideal man.

when your nose bumped into his hard chest as you 'accidentally' ran into him, jinwoo swore that he could feel his heart racing in response. his arms nearly came around you, trapping you in his tight embrace-

but he had to fight back such powerful urges.

instead, he allows your hands to rest against his chest, pushing yourself slightly away from him. it takes jinwoo a herculean effort to not crush your frame to his chest, hiding his desires with an easy smile when he sweetly asks,

"are you okay?"

jinwoo swore that he could feel his heart soar with happiness at noticing the shift in your expression, turning more shy and embarrassed as you attempted to move away from him.

naturally, jinwoo stops you from going too far, resting the palm of his hand against your back while maintaining the unassuming smile on his face.

jinwoo basks in your voice as you murmured saccharine sweet apologies to him, managing to elicit a delightful chuckle from him as he leads you away from the street.

"if you're truly sorry and wish to make it up to me, then i suppose you can do so by joining me for dinner, right?"

jinwoo finds your stuttering voice and flustered expression to be extremely cute when you manage to give him a nod at his proposal.

now that he's had you where he wants you (hooklineandsinker), jinwoo places a possessive arm around your shoulder,

ready to wrap his tendrils of darkness around your heart-

ready to completely OWN YOU.

the days spent courting you while remaining by your side was such a blessing to jinwoo. never once did he get tired of your mannerisms and quirks, basking in them while spoiling you with his pure love and affections. when he had been with you for close to a year now, THAT was when he slowly allowed his true personality to show, preventing anyone from contacting you to ridding you of the males that dared to look your way...

jinwoo couldn't have been happier with his first relationship-

for it was simply so utterly perfect for him!

with you being so innocent (so trustworthy) of him and his undying love and devotion to you, it had left you blinded to the numerous red flags that surrounded his actions-

which was exactly where he needed you to be.

while you remain asleep in his arms, you were still aware of many things-

like how your cellphone had a strange, blue light hidden within the depths of your camera...

or the sudden disappearance of the male coworker you were assigned to do a project with...

and how the shadows seemed to grow deeper and stronger as what seemed like hundreds of eyes were watching your every move.

jinwoo lets out a low chuckle while whispering longingly to you, "i did it all for love."

as he presses a kiss against your temple, the powerful hunter leans back to reveal something shiny hidden within the palm of his hand. taking a hold of your left hand, he finds your ring finger before sliding the gorgeously crafted ring against it.

jinwoo takes a moment to admire the ring on your finger, in complete awe of it as it remained the sole proof that you now belonged to him.

happy with his surprise for you, he places your left hand back on the bed, falling back into bed with his arms wrapped possessively around you. letting out one last yawn, jinwoo allows himself to slumber as he waits for you to awaken...

once the morning came and you noticed the glittering ring settled against your finger, your heart became filled with love for him, making you awaken your lover with a series of kisses against his perfectly sculpted lips.

sung jinwoo ends up smiling against your kiss, being filled with joy as you remained completely and blissfully unaware of how the ring was simply a thinly veiled chain in disguise, forever tying you to him for all eternity...

a.n. - i have a little bit of a writer's block, but had some brainrots pertaining to yandere!jinwoo... this man is too beautiful to ignore, and i lowkey find myself not minding this darker version of jinwoo... 😭

all stories are written by rei; reposts, translations, and plagiarism are not allowed.

[shalomniscient]

sara has been poisoned.

you know this because she has been sick longer than any fever lasts for, but more so because you’ve spent nearly the entire past decade of your life studying poisons in sumeru. the anatomy of a poisoning is an old friend of yours; the poison, the poisoned organism, the injury to the cells, and the symptoms and signs—which is usually succeeded by death, although you are not so unskilled to undo the effects of a simple almond-based poison. no, the poison itself is not your concern, hastily and poorly concocted as it is.

no, your concern is the bastard who would dare do such a thing to your wife.

sara shivers as you pat a damp cloth to her forehead. her face is flushed with fever, sweat beading on her neck. her fingers grip and relax the bedding of her futon, eyes squeezed shut as the poison rips through her. you’ve already administered the antidote, but the aftereffects are still something sara must weather alone. it makes your heart ache. you are used to seeing your wife as a pillar of strength, so to see her reduced to quivering frailness brings out a grief in your heart you only experienced once, as your mother lay dying. you lean down and press a kiss to her forehead, squeezing her hand. sara groans, but some of the tension in her expression melts at the gesture.

just then, the door slides open with a soft sound. by the cadence of the footsteps—even, controlled, but with the weight of the house’s master—you know it is your brother, ayato. you do not look at him when you speak, your voice deceptively soft.

“have you discovered the culprit, brother?”

ayato hums behind you. “i have. one kujou kurose, a minor officer from one of the kujou branch families.”

“a fellow member of the kujou?”

“yes. though, he has made his disapproval of takayuki’s adoption of sara clear from the beginning. now that takayuki is out of the picture, i suspect he felt bold enough to make his move and get rid of her as well.”

you snort derisively as you brush some damp hair out of sara’s face. “he would commit treason out of jealousy?”

“the human heart is fickle,” ayato says evenly. “so, what is it you plan to do, sister?”

you tuck the sheets a little tighter around sara, then rise to your feet. you turn, and offer ayato a carefully measured smile—the smile your father taught both you and ayato to wear; the one that brings with it unrest. ayato recognises it innately, and a spark of amusement lights up his usually placid eyes.

“why, invite them to tea, of course.”

-

kujou kurose is a poor actor.

you learn this as you sit across from him at tea, listening to him ramble and rave about just how terrible it is for general kujou to have fallen ill. your hands squeeze your teacup tight enough that the glass might have cracked in your grip. instead, you grit your teeth and patiently endure his incessant blabbering, before insisting he have some tea.

“sakura blend,” you elaborate. “the petals came from the sacred sakura. it is intended to promote good health.”

kujou kurose idly strokes his beard and chuckles. “is that so? then let us drink to general kujou’s continued good health. please, pour some for me.”

you smile—polite as ever—and lean forward to lift the teapot. the collar of your kimono shifts with the action, and you can feel kurose’s eyes linger on the brief flash of your exposed collarbones. a stab of annoyance flickers through you, but you tamp it down. you pour his tea, then return to your seated position. kurose, to his credit, is not so barbaric to forget the etiquette of tea. he sips his tea from his cup slowly, expression smoothing out as the warm, sweet liquid tips down his throat. your smile does not leave your face. when he sets his cup back down, his expression is utterly calm, relaxed.

fool.

your own tea is untouched. you watch him carefully as you speak. “is the tea to your liking, my lord?”

kurose gives you a look. opens his mouth and tries to speak.

he fails.

you cannot stop the sheer delight on your face as you watch the man realise he cannot move at all. his eyes, once arrogant and deceptive, are now filled solely with fear. rage flickers across his expression briefly, but the fear resurges without mercy as he experiences what it is like to have no control over your body. as he remains stone-still in paralyzed fear, you raise your own cup to your lips and take a sip. the tea is warm and sweet—but to your seasoned palette of poisons, the subtle bitter hints of paralytic are obvious.

not that it bothers you. you’ve been ingesting your own poisons (in controlled doses, of course) since your first year at the akademiya to get a leg up on your coursemates in describing and documenting the effects of assorted poisons. suffice to say, you’ve developed a reasonable amount of tolerance to poisons, especially the ones you crafted yourself.

others, like kurose? not so much.

when you set your teacup down, there is nothing in his expression but despair. that dark, vindictive part of you howls with glee at the sight, and you give him your first true smile of the afternoon. when you speak, your voice is low, like a serpent slithering through tall grass.

“did you think i would not know, kurose?” you use his first name casually, as befitting your status both as a kamisato, and the general’s wife. “the walls have ears, kurose, and you have been so very loud.”

his throat bobs. you had given him just enough of a dosage to paralyze most of his muscles, but not enough to freeze the ones in his lungs or heart. at least, not yet.

“i know you poisoned my wife,” you continue, your tone hardly betraying anything. the conversation flows as if you were merely speaking of ther weather. “and i know it is because you are too much of a bitch to face her in honorable combat.”

if kurose could move, he would have flinched. but he can’t, so the best he can manage is a frenzied look of pure panic in his eyes.

“so you resorted to these… pathetic, underhanded methods you know sara would never dream of partaking in. and you thought, like this, you might win. and even if she didn’t die, you could not be implicated because of a lack of evidence, and that sara’s own respect for the law would let you walk free. but i’m afraid your cowardice is only matched by your stupidity,” you spit, unable to contain your vitriol any longer. “because if you think i subscribe to such restrictions, you are sorely mistaken.”

you have been away from inazuma for years, studying in the land of wisdom. and many have forgotten just who you are, but you are a kamisato. they call your sister a heron, sweet and beautiful. they call your brother a fox, cunning and charming. but you? you are nothing so warm-blooded. you are a snake in the grass, coiled in on yourself, fangs filled with venom. and archons help whoever is foolish enough to tread too close to your nest.

“make an attempt on my wife’s life again, kurose, and i will watch the light leave your eyes myself.”

and with that, you stand, forgoing a bow, and leave the trembling man in your living room with a swish of your silk kimono.

-

sara blinks as she looks down at one of her documents. she’s since recovered from her illness, and has resumed her duties as general. currently, she’s going over her backlog of paperwork that accumulated while she was unwell. and one of them is particularly odd—kujou kurose’s resignation letter.

“strange,” she mutters, and you look up from your embroidery to glance at her. you tilt your head in question.

“what is, dearest?”

“uncle kurose resigned,” she says, scanning over the document again. “he said he feels ‘too old’ to keep attending to his role within the clan. he’ll be… taking an extended trip to liyue to recuperate, apparently.”

you only hum at that. “mm, it is not too surprising. he is quite old, no?”

“well…” sara sighs. “he is old, yes, but he is also… tenacious. i didn’t think he’d resign unless he died. so it’s just weird, i suppose.”

you set your embroidery down with a smile, rising to your feet to pad softly over to her side. your brush her bangs away from her forehead and press a soft kiss to her temple. sara makes a tiny, surprised noise, a delicate flush settling on her cheeks as your hand rises to cup her jaw.

“you’re so caring, my dear,” you chuckle. “i’m sure he’s quite fine. it isn’t like he was threatened or anything—he’s still a kujou, after all. who would dare?”

sara sighs again, and leans into your touch. “you’re right.”

“i always am,” you quip, and sara rolls her eyes affectionately. she turns her head and presses a quick kiss to your palm.

“i love you,” she whispers, and your eyes soften. you lower your head to catch her lips in a soft kiss. she tastes like peppermint tea and sugar, the blend you made specifically for her. you breathe your reply against her lips.

“i love you too, my dear.”

[just-null]

jay u NEED to draw more ino

PLS I BEG YOU HES SO HGHGHGH IN YOUR STYLE...

he's pretty cute!

even his underlying jealousy is pretty cute in how he asks because he goes right back to wanting to know everything about you and your day!

[sk3tch404]

Not even ONE call back? Smh.

Victim blaming, I choose you! ⛹

[angelyuji]

ghost stan haunting the mystery shack after it closed down years ago.... walk with me.

18+!!!!!! minors dni!!

cw // dubcon (under the cut), monster??ghost sex, reader described with female genitalia????? idk how else to describe it

you moved to gravity falls a longggg time after the mystery shack closed down and the realtor in charge of the shack was sooo hype to just get it off their hands, so u got the place pretty cheap. you'd clean up the place, excited to renovate ur new home and explore the very old mystery spot.

it would start off as cold touches like you’re sweeping and you feel a cold hand on your back, you’re cooking and it feels like an arm wraps around your waist. you ignored it all, knowing the place was old and odd. so you ignored it. you ignored the cold spots, the occasional feel of a hand on your ass, the feel of someone watching you shower, the feeling that someone else was in the house with you because, at the end of the day, nothing bad has happened to you!

you ignored it all until one night. you were wrapped on your covers, warm and peacefully asleep, when a chill runs through your body as your blankets are pulled off. you open your eyes, blearily looking around for your blanket. your eyes focus on a blurry image of a man, standing at the edge of your bed. fear paralyzes you as you register the ….

his hand was cold and rough, almost transparent as he slides it up your leg. you can hear his voice, but nothing registers in your head. he pulls down your pajama bottoms and slides a cold finger up your leg, you couldn’t move, paralyzed in fear. you swallow a moan as he presses a thick finger against your underwear. “w-who are you?” you choke out as he starts to pull your underwear.

“i’ve got a lot of names, baby.” the old man dips his head to your shoulder, whispering into your ear. “mr. mystery is one of my favorites though.” you try to stop him, but your hands go through him, unable to grab hold of him. he laughs at your antics and grips your legs tight. he smiles wide and pushes a cold, thick finger inside you. you clench around him, chills going up your spine. “come on, cutie. just relax and you’ll have fun.” you feel him pull out and push in, slowly, savoring the feel of your cunt clenching around his finger. “fuck,” he grunts, “so fucking hot.” you arch your back, as he pushes two fingers in, freezing you to your core. you moan as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, mind going numb.

but as you clench your thighs together, he pulls his fingers out. you whine, “please, no- i need-” he laughs at your begging. he shoves his fingers into your mouth and you suck them clean, tasting yourself around two translucent fingers.

“i’ll be back, pretty.” he grins. you blink and he’s gone.

ghost stan doesn’t come back for a couple days after that and you notice when you realize no one had felt you up while you were in the shack. you had done some research on the shack in that time and realized that it was not a weird dream but the stan pines who was haunting the place. a couple more days go by, and you were getting restless, hoping to see the man and question him. you try some summoning bs you found on the internet- nothing, you call his name 3 times like beetlejuice in the living room- nothing, and you even try to find his grave or living relatives- nothing. at some point, you gave up and went back to convincing yourself it was just a dream…. until a month later when stan decided to pop back up.

[purerae]

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YANDERE!HERO  X GN!READER // PT1

warnings ;; stalking, obsessive behaviour, overall yandere themes 

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˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who's known for his extreme bravery and bright personality! he’s what makes the city feels safe with a big smile on his face! What's not to love? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who always makes time for his fans, signing autographs, taking pictures… what a nice hero <3 ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who spots you plummeting from a crumbling building mid-battle between a major villain he has been fighting for a while, heart skipping a beat at the thought of somebody in danger. He swoops in, catching you in his arms, expecting panic or even shock from the city's favourite hero saving you? —but you’re calm…? almost bored…? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who’s used to hearing screams of terror or even joy when he rescues people, but when you look up at him with those indifferent eyes, it throws him off. Why aren’t you scared? Why aren’t being you grateful? The lack of fear intrigues him. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who can’t help but feel a strange pull towards you as you brush off his dramatic rescue with a simple, 'Thanks.' No fanfare, no wide-eyed admiration—just a casual acknowledgment, like he’s done nothing special. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who can’t stop staring at you after he sets you down safely, his usual bright smile faltering for just a moment. He’s confused, frustrated even—how could you be so indifferent to him, of all people? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who accidentally lets the villain slip from his grasp again because he was too busy thinking about the person who didn’t even react to him, seeks you out, desperate for another interaction. He’s not used to being dismissed so easily—he needs to understand why you’re not affected by his charm like everyone else. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who’s usually surrounded by adoring fans, but now all he can think about is you—the one person who didn’t seem to care. He’s never met anyone like you before, and now he’s hooked. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who starts to see your indifference as a challenge, something to overcome. He’s determined to break through that cool exterior and make you see him the way everyone else does—no, more than everyone else does. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who, after that first meeting, finds himself obsessing over you. He watches you from a distance, trying to understand why you didn’t react to him like everyone else. Your mystery is irresistible, and suddenly you’re all he can think about. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who keeps running into you ‘by chance.’  He’s not used to people being so unimpressed with him, so he casually strikes up conversations, trying to draw you in. “Hey hey!  how are you doing after that very scary fall? ” (It's been like a month, why does he still remember you..) ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who starts off with small talk, asking about your day, your interests, all while flashing that charming smile. But he’s secretly analysing every word you say, trying to figure out what makes you tick.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who only memorises the things you like because he deeply cares about every single citizen in the city!! it’s not because he thinks you’re cool and wants your approval…definitely not..!!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who offers to walk you home one evening, using the excuse that it’s dangerous out there with all the recent villain attacks. You shrug and agree, not realising he’s already planned this route to spend more time with you.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who, after getting to know you a bit more, starts to subtly insert himself into your life. He’ll show up at your favourite café, claim he was just doing his neighbourhood watch, and invite you to join him for coffee. How could you refuse?

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who gradually becomes a constant presence in your life, always so charming, so attentive. You start to look forward to seeing him, not realising that every step you take closer to him is one he’s carefully orchestrated.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who never misses a chance to remind you how special you are to him. You're always on his mind, even when he's saving the city! <3

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who always makes sure you’re watching when he defeats a villain. The victory is sweeter when he knows you’re looking at his strength and bravery.��Hes cool right?! The best hero, right???

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who leaves little gifts at your doorstep, each one more extravagant than the last. It’s his job to make people happy, especially you!

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who keeps tabs on your daily routine. He’s just so concerned about your safety! Knowing where you are at all times is his way of showing how much he cares.

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who’s always there at the right time, whether it’s saving you from danger or just catching you when you trip… how did he manage to be right by your house when you fell? 'Don’t ask questions silly, you’re lucky he was there to protect you <3'

˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who subtly influences your decisions, steering you away from places or people he doesn’t approve of. “It’s for your own good,” I mean he’s a world loved hero, he must be right, right? ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who dedicates every victory, every heroic deed, to you. “You’re my inspiration,” he says with that signature wide grin. ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO who casually mentions your name in interviews, saying how much you inspire him to be better. His fans might think it’s cute, but it’s actually his way of claiming you in front of the whole world. (even if you guys aren’t dating yet) ˚₊· ͟͟͞➳❥ YANDERE!HERO  who feels a surge of satisfaction when you start to seek him out, whether it’s for help, advice, or just to chat. He’s finally becoming that important figure in your life, just as he planned. And now that he’s in, he’ll never let you go. He’ll be your hero, he’ll save you.

"Don't tell anybody, but you're my favourite citizen to look after~"

purerae<3

[lustlovehart]

Forgot I also drew this for incubus Vil, it’s a messy sketch I probably won’t finish and whatnot but oh well [Suggestive (he’s opening your legs)]

Also dw dw i’m like superrr close to finishing up the first post for Monster!Twst au, so close I already started on the second post for it and finished up octavinelle’s entire section. I just need to work on a few more characters and go over for spelling errors and it’ll be posted as soon as it’s done <33

[14dayswithyou]

Hi, Howdy! Hey! I really love your novel!! I got a little confused by the 4 day, may maybe you help me please? who is it? why we got the bad end staying the night in Ren’s apartment and he disappear of the home screen? I can’t understand “unset memory” game, sorry if I wrote smth wrong or smth sounds rude, I swear that I didn’t mean it if happened, I’m really a fan of the novel, I’ve been playing the game since day 1 or 2 I guess, probably day 1, english isn’t my first language, but I tried lol

⌞♥⌝ I hope you don't mind me answering these as bullet points!! ^^

"It" will be revealed later in the game! So I won't reveal too much right now.

You can only get the Dead End in Day 4 by staying at Ren's apartment — the rest of your choices before that don't matter. I'd also pay closer attention to the black smoke and Ren's reaction towards it!

Ren disappears from the home screen because he promised to help the player out (and stop them from getting the Dead End again). Try replaying the game again from the beginning for a surprise!

"Unsent Memories" was another visual novel (initially being written by @10chimes / @unsentmemory, though the project has since been dropped and handed back to me /pos) and is set in the same universe as 14 Days With You. Its storyline and characters are completely separate from 14DWY, so you don't have to worry about them while playing 14DWY.

[tra1nchi]

OLDER BIKER LOVING ON A HIMBO GYM BF AFTER HE COMES GOME LATE

⭐️Anon

I love bikers omg,,MINORS DNI!! bttm male reader,, himbo reader,,riding,,collar,,puppyplay,,slightly yandere

"I'm home!" He calls out into the dark home with a smile,,not expecting any kind of reply,,he knows what he had done to you,,taking off his jacket and shoes with shaky hands as he practically has to hold himself back from salivating at the thought!!

You were layed sprawled out on the bed with nothing but a tight collar wrapped around your neck,,a ball gag shoved in your drool mouth as the blindfold was clearly damp with your tears!!

He coos,,walking close as his hands trail up your stomach,,shushing you gently as he leans down,,licking up the cum that rested 9n your tummy as the vibrator buzzed endlessly inside of you!!

His hand hooked around the collar lifting your head up as he smiles softly at the sound of your dumb whimper,,"My sweet puppy, you came while I was gone? Such a bad boy." His voice was sickeningly sweet as he leans down,,kissing your ball gag with tenderness!!

"Dont worry, masters home now to take care do you pup~" He strokes your cheek before removing his clothing,,squeezing your pecs as he seemed mesmerised by them before lifting his hips up,zhovering himself over your body!!

"You'll get a nice treat if you hold yourself together doggy" He chuckles softly,, rubbing your muscles before impaling himself on your dick with a low moan,, his tattooed arm coming down to lift your blindfold up!!

"Gonna ride you like my motorcycle okay?" His hips move up and down on your cock harshly,, gritting his teeth as he watches your pathetic state,, the vibrator hitting your sweet spot as his warm hole holds your dick,,crying and whimpering as he rides you!!