#maid sama!au

[usuimisaki]

Kaichou wa Maid sama AUs

I keep thinking of AUs for Takumi and Misaki. Partially, I want their relationship to be more explicit, but also I want to switch up the dynamic a bit. It’s always Takumi teasing Misaki. I want Misaki to tease Takumi a bit. Some ideas:

Time traveling AU: older Misaki encounters a young Takumi, where she lectures him on how to win her younger self.

Amnesia AU: Older Takumi gets amnesia and finds himself with a Misaki who’s pretty blasé about sex. Alternatively, an older Misaki gets amnesia and reverts to being prudish about sex, to the extreme frustration of Takumi.

Role reversal AU (kind of): Misaki’s father never got robbed and built a successful sushi empire. To try and fit in with the rich crowd they hire a butler: Usui Takumi. Usui helps the family navigate the waters of the wealthy and is particularly protective towards Mistress Misaki. (Inspired by Chapter 24)

Role reversal AU (straight): Misaki is a driven business woman who gets dragged to a footman cafe by her co-workers one day, where she meets Usui Takumi. For some reason she keeps coming back to the cafe. Usui always serves her sweetly, but of course he’s just doing his job, right? (Inspired by Chapter 42)

Adult AU: Misaki is still paying off her father’s debt by working as a hostess. One while serving a bunch of rich playboys, she gets bought by one of them. Luckily for her, Usui Takumi’s not interested in anything perverted, and in fact just wants to get away from the crowd and the loud music. Every time he visits they continue this arrangement. Unfortunately, Usui might secretly be a pervert after all. (Inspired by smutty fan fiction)

Childhood friends AU: To pay off their debt, the Ayuzawa family (including dad) goes to work for the Usui family, where Misaki gets educated along with their young master when she’s not working part-time as an actual maid. Master Takumi always teases her, but she’s used to it. Then, it turns out that the Usui family is sending Takumi to high school, and they want to send her along with him to keep an eye on him! (Inspired by found family tropes?)

[evatheunicutie]

Vanoé AU heavily inspired by Maid Sama (Maid Café AU)

Vanitas la Lune had always been a diligent student. He was the president of the student council at Pandora Academy, and he was known for his diligence and hard work. He was always the first to arrive at school and the last to leave.

But what no one knew was that Vanitas had a secret. He had a part-time job as a crossdressing maid at the maid cafe Chouchou L’amour. He had taken the job to help his family out financially, but he was determined to keep it a secret. He was sure his classmates would think less of him if they found out.

One day, his secret was discovered! He had been caught by a popular boy from his school, Noé Archiviste. Noé had seen Vanitas in his maid uniform, and he had been intrigued. He went to the cafe and had been pleasantly surprised to discover that Vanitas was a maid.

Noé decided to keep Vanitas' secret, but he also decided to visit the cafe regularly to mess with Vanitas. He would come in, order something, and then gently tease Vanitas about his secret job. It drove Vanitas crazy, but he was too embarrassed to tell Noé to stop.

But will these visits lead to Vanitas and Noé developing into an everlasting friendship? Love, even?

[seravphs]

confectionery

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — SUNA x MAID! FEM READER; KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA AU

Suna becomes a regular at your maid cafe - a regular thorn in your side, that is. 

wc — 1.4k

tags — fluff, reader works at a maid cafe 

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“Yes, master,” you practically bite out the words.

Suna raises an eyebrow at you. “Aren’t you missing something?”

Ugh. This man is insufferable. With a pained smile, you wince through the last part of your mandatory response to orders. “Nya! One Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait coming right up!” 

In the back room, you drop to your knees, cradling your head in your hands now that you're safely hidden from the eyes of your customers. 

You have to do it. 

You have to kill this man. 

There’s no way you can keep serving him these ridiculous orders. You’re going to die of embarrassment. If it’s him or you, you’re going to choose yourself. 

Working at a maid cafe only started because of your best friend. She convinced you to do it with her, only to quit a few weeks in. You had stayed, against your better judgement. 

“Please,” you remember her begging, tugging on your hand beseechingly. “The pay is so good! Just think about it - 20 dollars an hour?”

To a high schooler, that was a crazy amount of money. Both of you gasped when you saw the flyer, imagining everything you could do with that kind of cash. 

“But if I saw someone I knew, I’d die of embarrassment,” you remind her. Sometimes it feels like it falls to you to be the rational one of the pair of you. She dreams and you keep her grounded. 

“No one will see! Who comes to this part of town anyways?”

Rintarou Suna does, as you find out one day when you’re taking out the trash. 

A heavy hand lands on your shoulder, making you yelp. You spin around, ready to scream for your manager. You can never be too careful as a young girl flouncing around these streets in a maid dress. 

“I thought it was you,” he says, wide-eyed and clearly stunned. 

You drop the trash in the bin and sprint away from him, only to hear the distinct sounds of footsteps after you. You’ve seen Suna play for your school’s volleyball team. There’s no way you’re out running him. 

Luckily, the cafe is just ahead. 

It might be embarrassing for you to be caught in your black and white frilly lace and poufs of tulle, but it’s just as embarrassing for Suna to be caught entering. He’s one of the star athletes on your school’s incredibly strong volleyball team - he can get any girl he wants. Why would he come in here?

Suna crashes through the open door a split second later, interrupting your monologue. 

“Hi,” he says, not even breathing hard. “Table for one, please. Oh, and I want her.”

You should’ve known that thinking rationally would never apply to men who have no social awareness. Suna simply does not care. More than anything, that lack of interest is what makes him such an unmanageable beast.

“What do you want?” You whisper furiously, under your breath. It’s still not low enough for your manager to ignore, though, and she shoots you a reprimanding look over the counter. “Master,” you tack on to the end of your sentence. 

“I think I’ll start with a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait,” he says with a smile. “With the add on.”

You stare him down. “That’s not what I meant.” 

“If you share my parfait with me, I’ll tell you.” 

“One Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait. That’s all?”

Sharing dessert with Suna in an inappropriately adorable cafe feels much too close to a date for your liking. The parfait is a frothy work of art. It’s a monstrosity of a confectionery, starting with a base of hand crumbled crackers. Each layer alternates between warm biscuit, sweet cream, or fruity jam, all topped with a swirl of whipped frosting and slices of fruit.

To be honest, you didn’t think it would be to Suna’s taste. You hate to judge by appearance, but Suna doesn’t strike you as someone who would like dessert. He’s not a bad boy exactly, not in the conventional sense, but he’s not the target audience for this cafe, either. His nonchalance and blank expression makes him feel unapproachably cool. 

The underclassmen look up to him. You see them crowd outside your classroom during break, waiting for the chance to talk to him. Part of the legend is his style. He rolls into class looking effortlessly tousled, his jacket hanging askew on his shoulders. He only has one piercing in his left ear. You heard a rumor that he let Osamu pierce it for him at an away game, only to get benched by Captain Kita as punishment. 

Suna wears mostly black. He blasts rap on the way to school in his headphones. He likes sneakers and he’ll wait on a queue for hours at a pop-up just to snag his dream pair. When he smiles, one side of his mouth lifts higher than the other. He wears rings that his younger sister makes for him. Sometimes he comes to school with colorful butterfly clips in his hair to hold his bangs back if he hasn’t gotten a haircut in time. You know that’s his sister’s work, too. 

You hadn’t realized you knew so much about Suna. You hadn’t realized you were looking. 

His spoon clinks against yours gently. 

“You can eat, you know.”

Mechanically, your spoon starts to move. As soon as the tartness of the berry hits your tongue, it’s immediately followed by the sweetness of the cream. Your eyes widen. Despite working here for a while now, you’ve never had one of the desserts. It’s surprisingly good. 

“Right?” Suna chuckles. 

Because he’s usually quiet, eating and talking with Suna feels strange at first. You’re not used to having his undivided attention on you. The ice breaks as soon as you notice the way his hair is sticking up in the back, like a duck’s tail. When you point out his messy head, he shrugs and makes no move to fix it. 

“Brushing my hair is a pain,” he says. 

It makes you giggle. It might be lazy, but it’s strangely charming. Before you know it, Suna’s drawn you in with his insouciant smiles and effortless ability to lead a conversation. It’s not that he’s naturally charismatic, but something about the way he listens and responds has you preening under his attention. 

You’re almost upset when he calls for the check. He seems to notice.

“I’ll be back!” He calls as he leaves. 

“Don’t-“ 

He’s already gone. 

You realized he never told you why he came. 

Most teenage boys would be embarrassed to make a maid cafe their normal hang out spot, but Suna comes on the dot every single day. Your coworkers have taken to referring to a table in your section as Suna’s table. He always orders the Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, and he always makes you draw a little chocolate heart on it. 

You love your coworkers, you really do. You don’t think you would’ve worked here as long as you have if they didn’t feel like family to you, but sometimes older sisters can be annoying. 

Case in point: Shizuka, one of the older maids, just ruined a con you’ve been running on Suna for a long time. 

“You’re not doing it right,” Shizuka scolds you. “You forgot the ‘nya!’”

You flinch. 

Suna’s eyes widen. “Oh? Tell me more.” 

“When you order a Kitty Kitty Paw Parfait, we’re supposed to go ‘Nya! Of course, master!’” 

Suna pins you underneath an uncompromising stare. “Do you know how many of these I’ve ordered? You owe me a lot of ‘Nyas.’”

“Suna,” you say pleadingly, your face burning with mortification. 

He relents, a little. Something about your expression makes him melt, his eyes softening a minuscule amount. It’s barely noticeable, but it’s there. “Fine,” he smiles. “You can just start now.”

The minute you finish your humiliating speech, you vow revenge on Suna, but he just laughs. It’s too easy to get used to him. If you don’t actively remind yourself that he is your classmate, that you don’t actually know him that well, and that you first spoke to him just this week, it would all be too easy to feel like you’re friends. 

That’s why you have to draw a line in the sand before he can get even closer. You’re scared to find out how this ends. You’d rather cut him out of your life now. This is probably a game for Suna, but for you it’s something else.

It’s hard to remember all of that when he waits until the end of your shift to walk you home. He’s standing by the door, making small talk with your manager, who adores him. 

“Ready to go?” 

When you nod, he grabs your bag from you. The way he acts is so straightforward. You wouldn’t describe Suna as confident, but rather flexible. He takes everything that happens as it comes, and never lets it break his stride. Things are easy for him because he chooses to let them be. When he walks, his hand bumps yours once, twice. 

It’s easy. The hands. The act of being with him. 

It’s not a long walk home, but you wish it was. Fifteen minutes isn’t enough time for you to work up the courage to tell him what you need to say. Thankfully, he breaks the silence first. 

“You’re quieter than usual. What’s up?” 

“You need to stop coming,” you tell him, hating the words even as they come out of your mouth. 

He stops, forcing you to stop with him. “Why? Are you actually mad?” 

You wish you could say yes, but you can’t. You shake your head, praying Suna can just take the hint and leave you alone. 

He blinks at you. “Then no can do, ma’am.” 

“Why do you even come?” You hope his answer can push you to take the step you need, but it only cements him further in your heart. 

He smiles at you in a way you’ve come to associate with Suna, sweet and uncomplicated. “I just like cute things.” 

[merakiui]

could you tell us some of these ideas you have for malleus?

There are far too many thoughts... orz here are just a few that I have recently had.

✧ sleep paralysis demon malleus.

✧ a story in which you live at the edge of a forest that's slowly creeping closer and beginning to invade your property. and standing at the edge of the forest, unable to cross over, is a horned stranger dressed in a cloak of brambles. you try to voice your concerns to friends, but they won't believe you. you've been having trouble sleeping lately and you're starting to neglect your mental health, but you know you're not crazy. by the end of the month, you're certain the forest will swallow your quaint home whole. your only option to prevent that? investigate what it is the horned stranger could possibly want.

✧ phantom of the opera au with malleus as the phantom.

✧ idol group with malleus, idia, and azul and you're their manager. or maybe you're the fourth member being added to their ensemble. or maybe you're just a fan hehe. <3 either way, malleus is so whipped for you.

✧ this isn't exactly a malleus-centered thought, but you and sebek bond over your mutual admiration for malleus. you wish to get closer to malleus (because you love him) and sebek completely understands your desire to do so. who wouldn't want to associate themselves with someone as great as waka-sama!!!!!! but in helping you with this, sebek starts to grow romantically attached. he thinks he's dying because no ailment has ever made his heart beat this fast before. T_T malleus is distantly connected to this; essentially, cute love story between you and sebek. :D

✧ your kingdom and malleus's are at war and, in the midst of defeat, you're taken as a prisoner of war and forced to bear malleus's heir. <3 or you're simply forced into an arranged marriage. malleus wants to marry his enemy much to the utter shock of the kingdom, but no one will go against what their king wishes and so you are a captive spouse.

✧ befriending the kind dragon fae boy when you were young and offhandedly mentioning that you'd marry him when you were older. many years pass, the both of you grow and mature, and you've moved to another city to pursue work. one day, you receive a knock at your apartment door. standing there is the dragon fae with a ring and an entire royal entourage behind him. did you not remember the promise you made all that time ago? D: you're going to be wed now!

✧ king rollo and king malleus are at war and you're the poor royal stuck between them, as your kingdom is between both of theirs on the maps. orz and both of them want you to side with them, for they're both hopelessly infatuated with you. for extra drama: the three of you were inseparable childhood friends. >:)

✧ classic somnophilia thoughts. knocking you up while you're in deep sleep. malleus trapping you in a dream that feels like reality, in which you live a happy, domestic life with him. or being stuck in a strange dreamy time loop that you're desperate to break and get out of, but malleus is intent on keeping you here forever.

✧ classic fairytale scenario where you're sent to slay the dragon, but he slays you instead (by spearing you on his cocks!!!! <3).

✧ isekai manhwa sort of plot in which you wake as malleus's maid/advisor/spouse/guard, but according to the plot of the story you're fated to die at his hands because your character ultimately betrays him/does something that warrants death (or maybe you simply die because he threw a fit and you got caught in the raging crossfire). to change this destiny, you make it your mission to get on friendly, happy terms with him. unfortunately, you only give him more reasons to love you even more than he had before and so now you may have avoided death, but you can't escape the stifling obsession.

[mayullla]

Hiya here is my request for the event. Hopefully I have done it properly, thank you ;)

🥀 Yandere Ayato 🦋

Title: Dancing in the rain

Character(s): Kamisato Ayato (Genshin Impact)

Summary: All you wanted was freedom, to get away from your family and to travel the world. You were even willing to stomp on your pride for it. Crazy was what everyone thought you were all except one.

Warning/tags: Yandere themes, fem!reader, force marriage au

[ - A little present~! Event - Closed ]

Your parents' hostile voice was ignored as you continued to dance in the rain. They demanded you to come back to back to the house yet you continued to ignore them and continued dancing as the servants' whispered between themselves about the crazy daughter of the clan house.

The Kimisato clan's head was visiting soon and your father wanted to make a good impression in front of him.

"You useless daughter! You are nothing but a crazy child! Servants get her out of the rain and send her to her room before the guest comes!!" Your father's voice full of anger ordered the servants to take you yet you continued to dance. 

Your bare feet were muddy from the wet ground as sharp stones slightly poke the soles of your feet. Your wet clothes sticking to your skin made your skin cold as ice. Your dance had no grace to it as you continued to hum songs. You ignored everything even as you heard footsteps come closer to yours. Hands that held no kindness as they once again drag you away to your room.

"It is alright." 

The familiar voice sank the hearts of those in the garden as everybody looked to the gate of the garden. "Y- you are here Kamisato sama..." Your father voice stuttered as he looked at the man who he was expecting today. It was silent except for the rain that rained down on Inazuma.

"Bring me a towel, the lady of this house is wet from the rain. She will catch a cold." It was from that same voice did people start to move, a flustered maid ran to get a towel, and the servants who were holding you down quickly released you as if you were a fire that burned their hands. You didn't react, well you couldn't as your face was set as stone the moment you saw his face.

You felt like your heart stopped the moment you and his eyes meet each other. You didn't know who your father's guest was today, standing unable to move as the man walked over to you with his servant right behind him holding the umbrella. "Are you not cold?" He asked pulling out a small napkin from his sleeve, he said something about this was packed by his sister or something like that but you could not hear him.

Why... Why did he show up here…

Hidden from others the hostility in your eyes made Ayato smile. As the umbrella covered your head from the rain, you don't remember when yet instead of the servant it was Ayato who was holding the umbrella to cover you from the world as if you were only for him. "Why... why are you here..." It was barely a whisper so small that you doubt that he could hear you.

"I am the Kamisato leader, can I not come here because of business?" Ayato asked you yet you continued to glare at him, "Don't lie. You know who my father is." It was true that both of you knew who your father was. A foolish man who was only after wealth and fame. A man so easy to manipulate and trick. Someone that you wanted to run away from and someone Ayato will gain nothing out of.

Well, there is one thing.

Your eyes widen in shock at his words, as if something splashed you colder than the rainwater that stuck to your skin. Everything that you have built so far was quickly falling apart, you were so close… so close to leaving this place.

You don't remember how you got to your room as the servants quickly got to work cleaning you up, rough and hurried they didn't care but it told you that this was reality. Your skin that was rubbed raw did not let you think that you were free and the harsh pulling of your hair as the brush combed your hair was biting.

You were so close to your freedom, ever since you were young you hated this place. How cruel everyone was here hoping to one up to each other, how your mother was so desperately craving for your father's attention that she could see nothing else nor her children, and how your father thought of you and others as nothing but tools. The moment you realized you were nothing but an object a pawn that your father could use to give to someone in the name of marriage, you became crazy.

Nobody wanted a crazy bride after all.

Dancing barefoot in the middle of a busy crowd, swinging in trees of other people's residences so close to swimming in the pond of the Raiden Shogun's palace you have done everything. You stomped your pride to the dirt floor for freedom.

Yet you slipped, you have shown something else than the name crazy woman you have made in front of that man. How you wished that he was blind and that he didn't see anything yet he was too sharp. Your hair painfully pulled back into a bun you were pushed into the room where your father and Ayato stayed. Your heartbeat was loud in your ear as you hoped. Hoped like you have done in the past in your frustration and shame, hope that your family would finally throw you out, and hope that you could leave to travel the world.

"Ah, you just came back. Meet your fiance."

He destroyed everything.

[maladaptive-ninja-returns]

The Ocean is She(One-Shot)

Loki x Reader Avengers The Office AU (Slowwwwww Burn)

Warnings: Loki's POV summary till the Season 4 Midseason Finale.

Word Count: I just sort of poured out whatever I felt for this dude. Which all shades of sad mostly.

MASTERLIST in bio, darlings. Tags are open (check bio)

"This is Y/N. She is here to complete her college degree. She will be living here for now." That was the first time Loki saw you.  You stood out like a lost firefly in that lounge among the crowd of broken people on Hero Syndrome. While everyone was giving him the stink eye, you passed a flat smile towards his direction before being pulled by the others into questioning. What is someone like her doing here? Loki was meant to have it as a passing thought. But that passing thought slowly percolated into his life in the form he never really thought he would meet again- a friend. "It's okay, I'll have another one." You smiled at him when he took your cup of green tea your first morning there. And Loki would never admit to his ego that the first act of unadulterated kindness had made his heart sink a little into an unnamed ocean before covering it up with 'this woman must have an ulterior motive'. Ulterior motive. Loki was 'on guard' since then, trying to figure you out. You knocking on his door to join the others for a movie night, making him those heavenly molten chocolate lava cakes on his birthday, buying rings and bracelets that reminded you of him, falling asleep in his presence in the library, asking him to help you study for your exams, sending him pictures of cats on the campus, sharing latest memes with him to keep him up to date; everything you did was seen as motive of some bigger game for the God who had once fallen and twice died. But seemingly, he killed a part himself the day he told you about your origins and you did not blame him for a single second. And nothing was the same for God afterwards.

He started paying more attention to you. His initial reason was that unlike the clowns infesting the building always high on either adrenaline or coffee, you were a specimen that he could study. Right. He was studying how you had a habit of cracking your neck every hour no matter what you did. How you would interact with inanimate objects with emotions, like looking at your assignment on the laptop and asking it with tears in your eyes, 'Why won't you conclude yourself in a way that's not gibberish?!'; or how you would gently pat the car and say thank you whenever you arrived at your destination. How your eyes would light up every time you saw a little spawn of the dogs or cats and your voice would go higher to greet them. He was amused by how your calm persona would do a one-eighty when your menstruation cycle was on the verge of bleeding days. That was the exciting part of his day during the cycle- sitting close to your sweatshirt and shorts-clad figure sprawled on the sofa in front of the TV, watching you threaten anyone who passed the hall. That's all you were to him- an amusing human who helped him pass his days on earth. At least that is what he had convinced himself of, never realising how his day would start by coming out of his room looking for you. How he would take a tour of the entire Avengers facility to find you and when he did, he would play himself off non-chalantly. He did not seem to let himself know how he would automatically come to stand by your side whenever he was to leave the facility and go out into the world. 

The narrator's heart often wonders how he could not see himself getting attached to you. Like that one time, he was the only one up beside Scott and Tony when you were out partying with your college friends; how he pretended to be drowned in a philosophy book while Tony worked on his robot babies and Scott watched the Kaichowa Maid Sama anime; how he intently listened to the phone call Scott got and he immediately recognised your voice even though he sat a bit far; how he heard your slurred words say 'Scottieeeeeee~ please take me home. I am drunkkkk and I kindaaaa don't want to stay heeeere'. "Of course, honey," Scott replied, "but it'll take me an hour to reach-" "Then send someone who'll be faaaaaasterrrrr~" you whined on the line.  Scott looked in the direction of the elevator, wondering whether to call Stark from his workshop when Loki slammed his book shut. "Turn on the sink tap," Loki commanded a confused Scott as he vanished with green and golden hues only to land on the campus grounds in a poorly lit park where you were sitting in the cold grass, your phone still to your ears. "Scott," you whispered into the phone, "you don't understand. I am drunk and I am feeling these waves of horny-ness but I do not want to do it with anyone here!!!" "Let's go home," Loki announced as he stood in front of you, waiting for you to take his hand. And boy did he feel his heart do another dip in that unknown ocean when you smiled at the God with a shade of relief and hugged him the moment you were up on your legs. "Thank you for coming for me." The wave of feeling his heart about to take another dunk into that ocean, he immediately teleported back with you, making sure both you and he landed right next to the sink to help you puke your wobbling guts right into the sink.

As time passed, Loki grew more used to your presence. From sitting together at breakfast and sharing one cup of tea to having reading sessions in his room on his bed. You were one of the rare ones who were allowed to enter his sacred space. No one knew but he thoroughly enjoyed the waves of emotions that would run over your features at different times when you became too engrossed in a manga. Sometimes it was your uncontrollable laughter where you read the same pages again and again; other times it was the repeated punches you threw either on your thigh or on the bed when you found yourself being impressed by something. But then there were the times when you would be in tears when one of your favourite characters died, and you could not stop yourself and Loki would look at you, with the intensity of the moon, wanting to stop time and do something...anything to stop you from crying. 

He did get tested for his belief of looking at you as a specimen. That one time when you and Hope fell into the other end of the universe. This God was ready to draw blood if it meant bringing you back in one piece. Once you were home safe, he could not help but overthink as to why did what he did for you. You were a mere human.  You were not supposed to mean much to him. You were just his amusement. Right? Just his amusement. The very amusement who stood in a barren alien land in front of the most delirious alien army, making Loki calculate in one point two seven seconds how he was about to lose his sleep for the next three months if he was to keep you alive while trying to find a way back home. Home.  Earth isn't my home, he would mentally slap himself back to reality whenever he caught himself thinking of the Avengers facility and the other clowns. But then he would turn to look at you.  Earth was your home. And going home would make you happy. He wanted to see you happy. Another mental slap to his head. You are losing your edge, Loki, he would bully himself to keep himself cold and calculating throughout that demanding journey of looking after you and the monster you had adopted on your way. And of course, Javi.

Any other day, any other life, any other universe, Loki would have punched the numbers as to how useful you were to him dead or alive and then be his way once you fulfilled your purpose of helping him survive. But here, he was doing the basing math of making sure to get you out of all the darkness of the universe unharmed. But life, as we know, has other plans. The music genre too changes when the playlist is on random and the heart is set on adventure for one and survival for another. Aellae came as the genre of dread and darkness. Being well aware of her obsession and abuse of power, Loki knew she would see you as a threat; for she knew the God of Mischief never travelled in a pack unless that pack had Loki's prey or something Loki wanted to keep close. So his first thought was to call in the seven Gods while 'ditching' you in the middle of a desert. Little did he know that you too were thinking from your heart in that space and time. As much as he hated to see you come for his rescue, he would never give up on the time when you two were stuck in that small space in Aellae's dungeons, trying to find a way through the room, bodies covered in sweat, your back and his front finding the angles to become one as you both pushed your way out. How synchronous were your bodies working together, how you readily trusted him with touching you in a way he would never want to witness you being touched by anyone. Why was he thinking that way? All those questions, all those confusions, all those hours of his inside voices bullying him to see you as nothing but a human ticket to a life of peace back on earth- all of them burst with the brittleness of the snow that fell on you as your lifeless figure lay in his arms. This time when his heart sank into the ocean, it did not want to come up. The God could not sense anything but fear crawling on his skin when his hand touched your face and it did not feel warm anymore. Your usually cheerful eyes did not open when he called out your name again and again. The fear he had felt when he first found himself dying when he wanted to live, was nothing in that moment when he was faced with the reality that you might be dead. And just as that little speck of possibility crossed his mind, the hell inside him broke loose, causing a wave originating from his magic destroying everything within a radius of two kilometers. Ever since he was born, Loki, son of Laufey, son of Odin, Prince of Asgard, the Silvertongue, took to his knees for the first time for a life that was not his. He begged for your survival at the cost of his own, no longer denying himself from the truth. His heart did not come up from that ocean that carried your name on every atom in its waves. You were his reason to laugh. You were his reason to be curious in this life. You were his reason to look forward to getting up the next morning.  You had been the reason he had not gone for Plan B of running away from Earth and ending in the bosom of some dying star that would end his misery.  You were the reason he was willing to live a little longer. You were the reason he was ready to love again. 

Even when back from the horrors of the universe, Loki did not stop looking after you. He let Peter in on the secret of your near-death experience because he trusted that boy and he knew how much he cared for you. Both he and the boy would discreetly look for signs of you experiencing any discomfort. Taking shifts in the night, they would help you get out of your nightmares- which were the after-effects of healing you back to life right from the arms of death herself. Loki grew more protective of you but would distance himself whenever found himself feeling whatever little ounces of happiness his heart felt in your company. He would walk the extra mile of punching a man in his face for disrespecting you but he found himself pretending to laugh at your heartfelt confession because his heart could not bear the truth of knowing that you loved him back. You loved him. You, the perfection that walked amongst mere peasants. Loved. Him. And he laughed. He laughed hard enough to hide his tears of happiness that hurt him to the point of no return. He could not let you do that. You were too precious. Too precious to be put in danger again. He was the danger. He brought death to you. He would rather die than do that to you ever again.  And so the God decided to walk away, let out his screams in the middle of the desert to kill his heart for finding love in this lifetime and then hating the fact that it loved him back. The God was no better than a human then. He was in love. But he could hold on to that love for the fear of breaking it with his ill fate.

[sashi-ya]

Heya, Sashi! 💗Aaaaa I am so excited for your royal!au event, I love the prompts you chose, they all look so interesting! If it's fine, may I please request a nsfw katakuri x fem!reader? I don't know how to describe this prompt but may it please be where katakuri is a prince and the reader is a maid, and they both have been keeping a secret relationship for a long time? If you don't want to go that route, you can always choose a different prompt, it's all up to you! ❤️ As for kinks, may I please ask for size kink and creampie? 👀 No worries if you don't want to do this request! Thanks a bunch in advance and please take breaks in between writing! Even a god of smut such as yourself needs rest here and there hehe~ 💗

aaaah you are so sweet, so so so sweet with me!! I love you baby!! That being said, my sweet brujita, here I am with your Kata request :3 I hope you enjoy this smutty yet romantic fic I wrote for you! 💖 thank u for your support and waiting so long (I'm sorry for that T-T). In any case please enjoy!! 💖💖

👑 Oh, Royal Lust Event ~ Royals AU event.

𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒘 ~ 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆! 𝑲𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝒙 𝑭! 𝑴𝒂𝒊𝒅! 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨 𝑫𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕

tw: nsfw. size kink (you can imagine kata is as big as he is, or he is more "human" big, or, reader is big but not that much as him. It's not specified, hope that makes sense). Romantic smut. Oral, fingering, kissing, teasing. Maid uniform. creampie.

wc: 2.1k

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As sweet as donuts, that tall man has always been.

It started whenever you less expected, but it was like a miracle. For you, for him.

Charlotte Katakuri, the prince. Son of Charlotte Linlin, the severe Queen of Totto Land, a prosperous nation in the centre of Europe. A man so strong, so perfect before his brothers’ eyes. A man nobody would think that may be in love so deeply with someone from such a different world like you. His maid. Servitude, and the love of his life.

But, romances like those must be kept in secret…

A secret many thinks shouldn’t be ever exposed, a secret that’s sometimes painful to keep, yet sometimes as exciting as it can be when it comes to intimacy.

Oh, the risk of being found.

Oh, the adrenaline of sharing a kiss in a place where anyone can see you.

Oh, lustful neediness, his touch, his heavy touch. The deep voice and his sharp fangs grazing your neck…

“Excuse me, Katakuri-sama. Your merienda is ready” you announce, knocking at the door, waiting for him to open.  “Come on in…” his deep, manly voice claims from inside.

The creaking sounds of the wooden portal that slowly fills the ambience announces your entrance to his special room. The only maid allowed to step inside, is you.

Katakuri is lying on his special cushions, with his back against it. It’s not surprising to you that he is doing so, even if most of the people in his land believe he never, ever, sleeps on his back and neither he rests. But, he is, to you, the most imperfect perfect being that your eyes have ever had the blessing of seeing.

“Hi, love”  he murmurs, and even if you can’t see his mouth as it is covered by a furry scarf, you know there is a smile plastered on his lips. “Hi…” you purr, crawling to his side and leaving the cart full of donuts and sweet treats.

His warm embrace receives your frame. Cuddling over his chest, not before moving away the many military medals that hang from his clothing, you ask him how his day has been.

Your lover puts down his scarf to kiss the crown of your head, and after he sighs to ease the stress of the day he simply lets a “good” slip out of his mouth.

You frown, is not that he is the most talkative person in this world, but you notice he is acting slightly different today. “Is everything ok?” you whisper, dragging your body -that’s pretty small compared to his- over his chest.

His full lashes, that met his eyebags, quiver a little before he opens his eyelids. “I’m tir-“ he dares to lie, to you, the person that knows every little detail of him, every little secret. Your lips met his, shushing him with a lovely peck.

“You aren’t, don’t try to lie to me” you whine with your mouth barely grazing his. Up until in an attempt to act innocently, suddenly realizing his heavy palms are resting over the small of your back and he is pressing you down against his body.

You blink a couple of times, and a smirk garnishes your face. “Ah… playful?” you suggest, with a rather naughty tone. “What do you think?” he asks, this time pressing the tip of his nose against yours with a snigger.

“But… your merienda?”

“I’m sure I can pass merienda time today, I’ve been traveling all around this continent for the sake of this country… I don’t think they will come to bother me”

It was good to know Kata won’t be bother with more work, but it was ever better to know you will have this man for you, and only for you, for more than barely a half an hour.

He sits back, pulling you up and sitting you over his crossed legs. Your body fits perfectly on his lap, and you admire his cranberry eyes looking at you with a sweetness as sugary as cream and lust as hot as hell.

His hands brush your hair back, always so delicately since he is aware of the difference in sizes of both. “Wanna have a full merienda with me, (Name)?” he asks, as if it was really necessary, but that’s Katakuri always a gentleman.

“Hell yes, love ~” you moan, biting your lower lip and winking at him. And biting your lip is even more attractive to him than the most sweet and exquisite doughnut in this world.

“Biting your lip, huh?” he asks, as his fingers trace a path from your shoulder to your belly, and from there to the back of the knot that holds your apron tight around your waist.

But he doesn’t take it out, apparently he wants you dressed, perhaps only with that fine white covering and the cute little skirt of your uniform… and nothing else…

Hands that then migrate to your thighs, discovering pleasantly the absence of panties covering your sex. “You-“ he stutters, nervously but already in heaven to damp his hand in your arousal.

You give him a rogue little laugh covering your mouth with your hands and a naughty eyelash fluttering from the side. Your thigh highs, carving little bumps on your skin, also make him go insane. This isn’t at all your usual uniform, but you have chosen for today just in case your lover was feeling a little playful… and indeed, he is.

“Do you expect me not to die from this, (Name)? I’m old already!” he scolds you, more as a joke than a real statement. Of course, he is not old, may be a little bit than you, but, not old at all.

“Show me then how experienced you are, master~” you purr, biting once again your lip. Owning, now, for him to top you in a matter of seconds. His huge frame creates a shadow over you, he blocks the light coming from the lamps over the ceiling. Your hands don’t lose no time, and as soon as possible they are working efficiently to unbutton his long prince coat.

“This has to go” you mumble, as the last button is off the eyelet. He lets you run the sleeves off his muscular -and tattooed, a secret you only know-arms.

The sweet scent of his skin invades your nostrils, somehow this man smells like a chocolatey mochi dessert, and you love it. “Mmhh… that perfume you wear, babe… you smell so delicious. I wanna bite you” you tell him, lifting your neck to graze the tip of your nose on the skin of his pecs.

“You wanna bite me? I think the one who is gonna bite something is me! I’m hungry, you know… and I haven’t had my merienda yet…” he whispers, coming closer to your lips, making you shiver in pure need.

Katakuri kisses your neck, slowly, as if he was enjoying the most delicious treat of all. Sometimes his sharp fangs delicately grazing your skin. The pulse of your carotids is something he can even feel over the tip of his tongue as your heart beats faster, excitedly.

His palm goes up your leg, until your thighs and then dive to inner part of them. Warm flesh, trapping his hand, feeling how it slides up, up to your sex. Digits playfully burying inside your folds, searching for your pleasure button. Fingertip to the clit, tracing circles while he inhales your little whimpers as he is back to kiss your lips.

You are turn to putty under his touch, he knows exactly what his lover likes, what you enjoy, and what makes you get to heaven…

He plays up and down with the slippery products of your amorousness, enjoying how your eyes turn white when he slides one of his fingers inside you. Entrance and walls stretching just enough to receive his finger, but not enough to receive his sex.

“Want me to make love to you, babe?” he asks, because he knows that he will have to go the extra mile. Katakuri is aware of his size, and he also knows how to prep you, perfectly.

“Yes, please. Make love to me, my love” you moan, hastily breathing as he goes in and out of your entrance, with beckoning motions. “Sure, my love… spread for me, ok?” he commands, lovingly, spreading your legs and sliding himself down on you.

When the tip of his tongue touches your dripping core, you squirm and try to supress a pleading whine without success. “Shh… baby~” he calmly tells you, even if for him your whines sound like the most beautiful symphonies.

Not only his mouth works with your sex, but also his fingers. He needs you to be as dilated as possible and you are getting there, excited, and anxious to feel the pressuring intrusion of his manhood stretching your walls.

But, of course, before such thing your lover needs you to come for him. “My angel, come for me… come on” he orders you, with oral skills as dangerous as delectable. And it’s dangerous, because his mouth and the grazing of his sharp fangs can destroy you as well as make you fall in pure rapture status.

And you do, squirming, arching your back, pulling from his crimson hair as you come in his mouth.

“Good girl…” he congratulates you on your past orgasm, seizing your current state to penetrate you soon after. “Can I?” he asks, properly, as the prince he is.

“Please ~” you barely articulate, taking a look at his black royal pants fall to the ground completely. Hard, dripping, and bigger than always stands menacing his manhood. He is ready to bury in you, deep, deeper. To feel your walls, clench around him, to enjoy the bulge forming on your lower belly as he thrusts in you.

He turns you to the side, your temple resting on his bicep, your length leg lifted up by him. The prince tip searches for your entrance alone, it doesn’t need guiding. It gets damped by the rests of your last orgasm and new fluids of your concupiscence. Pure love in your eyes, fixing your gazes on the other’s as he goes slowly, so slowly inside you.

Just a little bit it’s enough to make you shiver again, turning your skin all bumpy, and your eyes white. A few inches more, and your forehead gets pressed against his. Some more of his length, and you are biting his lips, puling from him, breathing in his little whimpers of pleasure.

Kata moves in and out of you, even if he is not fully inside you. And even if you could say that’s enough to make you come once more, you want him deeper. He wants to be deeper too. Mix in one, melt in just the embodiment of passion and secret love.

“Deeper” you beg when you are ready. “Deeper?” he moans, with eyes shut tight and pure bliss. The eternal serious frown on his face turn into a rhapsodic countenance every time he is buried into you.

“Yes, please. All in…” you plead, carving marks with your nails on the skin of his wide back. “O-ok, babe…” he barely answers, short of breath, holding back from breaking you in half. However, since you want it, he will comply to his goddess…

Inside he goes, full length that makes you feel as your body is being tearing in half. And it doesn’t hurt, is not painful. It’s heavenly, is the depiction of utmost ravish.

Thrusts that create a pressure on your womb, the stretching feeling of your skin. You moan with wet lips sloppily over his ear. He kisses your shoulder, even biting sometimes while fucking you so roughly and perfectly.

You can feel the bump, and he does too as your belly is pressed against his muscular abdomen. Both getting there, to cloud nine, to the peak of pleasure, to bursting.

“Can I fill you up, babe?” he asks, desperately as you begin to spasm while reaching climax. Surprisingly he asked, because you want it, you want his seed to bathe your walls as the healing balsam after so much action. “Please, do. I want you to fill me up, my dear prince”

He shivers too, and letting himself go, climax strikes upon him too. Squirming inside you, creating even more pressure, filling the little spaces left on your womb with his warm release and an “I love you” coming from his mouth he finishes.

“I love you too, my sweet mochi ~”

Oh, by the way… you noticed every mirror on his room covered with a white cloth… do you have any idea why? Perhaps you had an ally there, but sometimes even those aren’t allowed to presence what the prince does during his merienda time…

[sugar-glaze-donut]

I can't write shit recently cause I'm really busy, but I had another Isekai!Akuneko AU >:D

So, so... I know I've been writing about Isekai!Aruji-sama a lot BUT! What if MC was isekai-ed, not as Aruji-sama, but as a butler/maid in Devil's Palace, an NPC who gave the past butlers happiness before the despair, or an angel! (I'm going to write the NPC and Angel AU in another post)

🎻-🧪- Isekai!MC but differrent -☕-📱

Outcome 1: You spawn into the world as a Devil Butler/ Maid.

It's just that one day... a new butler/ maid enters the mansion and POOF! Now we have a different soul in the body!

For example, if spawned in the early days of the Devil Butlers, you will find the oldest butlers in the original timeline (Berrien, Miyaji, and Lucas), and you can gain their trust knowing they'll most likely (they have to be) alive at the point when the main plot begins. There are obviously going to be other butlers in the mansion, so you could try to save them and spare some trauma for poor Miyaji. You could prevent Lucas and Miyaji from getting into the fight that caused them to give each other the silent treatment for a thousand years (and maybe prevent Miyaji to get his scar). With this, your relationship with Lucas and Miyaji (dilf duo *cough*) will be pretty ok. Do they trust you? Yes ✅ Will they be mad at you constantly for risking your life for others too much? Yes ✅ Will you be invited to their wine parties? Absolutely yes! ✅✅ Will they be relying on you a lot? Yes yes!! 100% YES ✅✅✅

They'll stick next to you like glue. From the main and side stories, it is said that they treated each other like brothers until the big fight they had. They'll treat you like their little sibling who has to deal with all their shit (good luck with the next few centuries with them...) Or if MC has a motherly personality, they'll both joke that Miyaji is the dad, Lucas is the weird Uncle, and you're the Mom/ other Dad

As for Berrien though? At first, he may think you're a very helpful butler/ maid since you're running around the palace helping everyone in sight. But as time goes on and the new butlers (Lamli, Lato, the problem man-children in general) come along, he might think it's really sus that you know how to handle each and every butler with their unique personalities. Sure, you have been a butler/ maid in Devil's Palace for quite a long time, and you've met new butlers and known lots of unique people over those years, but something feels... off. Just know he'll be having his guard up whenever he's with you (But he doesn't hate you don't worry)

As for the butlers that came after (a few centuries before the main story begins) like Haures and Fennesz will look up to you like a little brother to an older sibling (ouch, Fennesz's trauma kicking in). You can save Boschi from losing his arm and eye, give Fennesz more self-confidence, and Ammon... to at least let him trust you (if you succeed congrats! Now you have another emotionally unstable boy by your side!!).

There's going to be one point where you and Miyaji find Lato living in the forest after years of the torment he's faced locked up in a science lab. And what are you going to do about it? Give him love and comfort of course!! He won't open up to you immediately (Lato's trust issues) but with your knowledge of a 1000+ year old person and memories of the character's personality, now you have a child! The child is Lato btw. You're now his new mother/ father and you don't have a choice. Oh my, such a happy family! *crashing sounds in the distance*

Then gaining Lamli's trust. He's not that hard like Lato, just needs a pinch of Lucas, and... BOOM now you have another magnet stuck to you good job :D

(I'm not sure about Nac's past since I haven't looked into his side stories)

Now for the new butlers. Not new like Teddy, Hanamaru, and Yuhan, a few decades before the main plot. First, we have Bastien and Lono. An Emo and a Sunshine boy... how nice :D You're in for a treat. Lono is known to be the best cook so better eat those plates clean! And Bastien... silent acknowledgment I guess. He won't open up until the events of Episode 1 come to a close, so it's best to have some common interests with him like carving and fluffy animals to at least crack his walls down.

I'm not quite sure about Flure's past, but at least save try to save Zepal (the butler that gets demonized a few years before the plot) for him. Alright?

Now, I believe you deserve a new title~! Now you're the younger butler's parental figure!! I'm going to bet my soul Lamli will call you Mama-chan or Papa-kun as your nickname.

Possible love interests in this AU outcome will be... Aruji-sama, and possibly Berrien? Aruji-sama is pretty self-explanatory. I mean, who wouldn't want to date someone as pretty as you? And Berrien is... an Enemy/ Stranger to Lovers kinda troupe? He won't trust you much at first, but over those decades and centuries he might one day... one day open up to you.

Last Edited: August 14th 2023 (oh no... you just completed another cringe masterpiece by me... you liked it that much? 😳)

[insinirate]

Maid outfits. How do you think the boys would react to them, in any au of your choice.

lets go with some unspecific modern au

nai in the outfit? probably indifferent, unless its for vash in which case hed carry trays and coddle him

to the outfit? unless its vash (who hed coo at and take a terabyte of vids with) he stone cold does not care

ww in the outfit? black and white are his colors. probably kind of a vibe for him

to the outfit? also vibe. poke at and tease about it a little tho

vash in the outfit? hes a flustered uke about it but by god will he work his hardest

to the outfit? hed be friendly and courteous about it

livio in the outfit? a nervous little animal. if it stresses him out too much razlo will have to show up and be grumpy in it

to the outfit? same as vash probably

legato in the outfit? pissed. unless nai is there in which case he is knives samas most loyal servant. his confidant. his silly rabbit

to the outfit? doesnt care. probably more interested in the food under the tray

[star-hoon]

please don't tell me heeseung will be the maid in the maid sama au

omg nonono dear god 💀 i hope no one misunderstood the au 😭😭

heeseung will be usui & reader will be misa !! i should’ve specified that 😅, i hope this makes you more interested in the fic anon!

[pinkykats-place]

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Summary: Katsuki has a favorite coffee shop. It never changes, never fucks up his coffee, and has always been reliable. Until one day, the shop gets a new cute barista and Katsuki doesn't know what to do with himself.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Explicit

Take Me Out For Coffee First by Graves_m

Summary: Katsuki Bakugou doesn’t lose, especially when it comes to cute nerds with sparkly eyes. As soon as he walked into that coffee shop and laid eyes on the angel behind the counter, he knew he met the man he was going to marry.

— — —

Katsuki and Izuku are getting married, that damn nerd just doesn’t know it yet.

One Shot | PH!Baku x Quirkless!Deku

Rated - Teen & Up

Drip, No Room by bakuboomer

Summary: Bakugo Katsuki's the kind of customer to come in and place his order while he's talking on his phone. Midoriya Izuku gets back at him by making him penis latte art.

One Shot | No Quirks AU | College AU

Rated - Mature

Sweetness by @mikacrispy

Summary: Pro Hero Bakugou Katsuki changes his working hours for the graveyard shift and struggles to keep himself awake.

Lucky for Bakugou, the heavens send him an angel in the form of a sexy barista with the chubby cheeks of cherub and a fat ass made by God himself. Now, talking to Deku is the best part of Ground Zero's night.

Complete | 2 Chapters | Chubby Deku

Pro Hero Baku x Quirkless Deku

Rated - Explicit

Maid cafe for pro heroes by @silverynight

Summary: "Don't make that face, Blasty!" She chuckles. "You're gonna love this place. Oh, Midoriya!"

Izuku decides to pretend he doesn't recognize Dynamight, like he doesn't remember he was his childhood friend until he started ignoring him and sometimes push him around when he was with the other kids. No, he definitely doesn't remember the day he had to move out or that, for some reason, Katsuki was absolutely furious with him that day. Izuku never understood that.

"Welcome to the maid cafe for pro heroes!" He smiles, as he purposely ignores Katsuki, who suddenly gasps as soon as he sees him. "It's nice to see you again, Ashido-sama."

{One Shot}

Pro Hero Baku x Quirkless Midoriya

Rated - Teen & Up

My Sweet Baby by yumenoyousei

Summary: Izuku noted mentally his new facts on the angry blond. First, his name was Katsuki. Second, he liked sweets and whipped cream. Third, he gave weird nicknames to his friends. And last, he was actually very hot.

Complete | 2 Chapters | No Quirks AU

Rated - General Audiences

[note- little bit of mature content in the bonus scene]

Some People Don’t Know When To Quit by froochies (darling_dontworry)

Summary: “You know,” Katsuki says, feeling a bit of laughter in his voice, “some people might be flattered by all the attention.”

“And some people don’t know when to quit.”

Izuku punctuates the sentence with a click of the espresso machine. It whirs and starts to spew steam. Katsuki rises from his seat to lean over it and stare Izuku in the eyes. He feels the sting of heat from the machine tickling his chin, but he can’t help getting into Izuku’s space.

“Alright, you got me,” Katsuki says, feeling his mouth curl into a smile. “I don’t quit.”

— — — Izuku is not a stranger to attractive, arrogant guys, but a biker named Katsuki takes the cake when he decides to visit Izuku during his coffee house shifts. Every. Single. Day.

Complete | 3 Chapters | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

Magical Muffins by Oh_Taco

Summary: “It’s not a love spell. It just brings out feelings IF the person already has them. I can’t read Kacchan’s mind. I just want to know how he feels about me.”

{One Shot}

Apothecary AU | Quirkless Deku

Rated - Teen & Up

Boyfri(end) by n/a

Summary: Izuku has always been observant, and when the cute regular at his café seems uncomfortable around his boyfriend, he can't help but step in.

One Shot | No Quirks AU

Rated - Teen & Up

[ninjagirlstar5]

Protag Teruya AU - Akane Taira Design

Hello, Akane. I heard you were suppose to be dead.

Since Teruya being the Protag would change certain aspects of the plot, even without the Wheel of Fate playing a factor in who lives and who dies when, I had to figure out how certain plot elements of SDRA2 canon would find it’s way into the AU’s plot. Namely, who joins Rei in trying to stop the killing game from happening in the prologue and how the Divine Luck gets involved. And my brain supplied with, “Hey, since Akane has Divine Luck, just make her survive thanks to that and not be brain dead, and have her help the Kisaragi Foundation on this one mission to save Yuki and Teruya.” And I went, “Fantastic idea, can’t wait for the angst.”

As you can see by looking at Akane’s eyes, she is...NOT doing well mentally. The girl has bags under her eyes and is missing her pupils because she’s very much dead inside. After all, she did sacrifice all of her friends for the sake of her Master Utsuro in the hopes of making him happy, even going as far as to join the Ultimate Despair even though she really didn’t like them. And as she starts to die from her wounds, Utsuro gives her Divine Luck before the island sinks underwater, which allows her to survive from drowning and ends up washing onto shore. She’s eventually found and treated at a hospital, but she’s in complete despair at the realization that she outlived her own master. I won’t go into full details but she eventually leaves the hospital, wanders around for a bit and ends up in the care of a middle-aged man named Kanato Chikafuji, an OC of mine who runs an orphanage and is very kind to both the kids and Akane. He pretty much helped her get her back on her feet while providing a safe place she can always return to.

Which is also why Akane looks pretty clean compared to Utsuro. Kanato encourages her to take better care of herself, even if she “doesn’t have to,” and she at least feels a little better whenever she does. Akane ends up taking a maid-like appearance once more, if only because she’s trying to put distance between herself and Kanato due to the guilt she has for what she’s done up to this point. But Kanato isn’t having any of the “master” BS and keeps asking her to at least use “-san” instead of “-sama” if she’s going to keep being formal with him. Even when she finally allows herself to grow closer to him and the orphans, she still keeps up this appearance as she helps with the cleaning and cooking due to Kanato’s bad leg and some of the older kids struggling to help due to past injuries from an incident. Akane isn’t always around as she wanders around Japan to use the Divine Luck to help undo the damage the Despairs caused, to try and redeem herself from everything she’s done. But she always comes back to the orphanage if she ever feels like she wants to rest. The raincoat is based off of Yuki’s coat a little bit but I made the design different to differentiate her from Yuki. It’s also a gift from Kanato and the kids from the orphanage and she treasures it very much.

As for how Akane manages to get her way onto the mission to rescue Teruya and Yuki...let’s just say a certain journalist managed to get his hands on some information he shouldn’t have and posted it everywhere he could. Which is how she found out about Teruya’s missing status and realized, “Oh shit, he’s in danger. I gotta help him!” Akane never met up with the others as she understood that they would NOT be happy to see her. But after hearing the news, she decides that if she wanted to make things right, she had to at least help them get Teruya back into safe hands, even if they would rather execute her on the spot. It’s not like they could as the Divine Luck user anyways. And upon realizing that she DOES have the Divine Luck, both Rei and Kinjo would be pissed but the latter is much more willing to use her as a tool to make sure Teruya comes back safely. As for Yuki, Akane did try to look for him to wake him up from the coma she and Utsuro put him in, but he was already gone by the time she went back to the hideout they hid him in. She had hoped someone had brought him to a hospital to take care of him, but alas, that wasn’t the case as the group quickly finds out that Yuki Maeda was going to be involved in a Killing Game. The same one that Teruya will be put into. So once they get the location from Setsuka, who unfortunately gets caught after managing to give them the information and is also dragged into the Killing Game, the group goes in to rescue them and stop the Killing Game from starting in the first place.

Unfortunately for them, things quickly go awry because Kokoro had made a failsafe that prevented her from getting killed on the spot and she summons a mech in the fountain. An explosion ends up launching Akane through the air, leaving Rei unprotected and she ends up crashing into the ocean. And while Akane still remembers the Proto-Killing Game, she’s...understandable unwilling to talk about it due to the fact that she helped mastermind it in the first place. It wouldn’t exactly help her credibility if everyone found out about it. And unfortunately, she’s not used to using the Divine Luck and often has to physically be there to prevent certain tragedies from happening or keeping things from going from bad to worse. Because if I don’t put a damn limit on this deus ex machina power, the plot would’ve been over at the Prologue.

The Protag Teruya AU was inspired by @/anotherprofessional’s post! Beware of Void spoilers though!

[seravphs]

omakase

ੈ♡˳·˖✶ — SUNA x MAID! FEM READER; KAICHOU WA MAID SAMA AU

In which Suna becomes the maid. 

wc — 700

tags — Set after confectionery, can be read as a stand alone, suna in a maid outfit, fluff, humor 

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“I’m- woah!”

It used to be strange seeing Suna at your place of work, but after a while, you got used to it. 

What you’re not used to is seeing him in one of your dresses. He has one leg stuck in a stocking. The other firm thigh is already firmly encased in the mesh fabric, topped off with a cute little bow. 

Your outfit reveals far more skin on him than it would on you. At 6’1”, he already towers over most girls in the cafe. With heels, he’s a Goliath. Your skirt barely covers him - you have to rush forward to stop him from bending over and inadvertently flashing someone. 

“Um. Playing a little dress up?” 

He perks up as you pull him upright. “Hey! Your manager said Shizuka’s out sick today, so I offered to step in.” 

It’s true that Shizuka’s charm point is her height. Her target audience is men who enjoy a little domination, but Suna might be too much for even them. 

He sidles towards you, swaying his hips like a model. It shouldn’t be as hot it is. Suna is unfairly pretty. He pulls off anything. 

“What?” He purrs, hot and heavy. You splutter, trying to play it off as a reaction to the fact that he’s trying to come on to you at your work place. “You like what you see?” 

He tugs his stocking a little lower, pulls his skirt a little higher. 

“Oh- okay!” You squeak out and slap his hand to his thigh, immobilizing him. “That’s enough from you.” 

He laughs, flashing you sultry eyes that make your throat dry. “Are you sure, master? I can keep going.”

“I’m going to hit you if you keep going,” you hiss at him. 

“Don’t threaten me with a good time,” he says with a grin. 

“Suna,” you groan, trying your best to look anywhere but him. “You’re impossible.”

But you love it. And he knows it. He’s weaponizing it against you. 

“Come on,” he says with a smile, pulling you out back to the alley behind the cafe. “We have work to do.” 

“Correction: I have work to do. You need to change out of my dress and go sit at your usual table.”

“You can’t tell me you’re not-“ 

“Hold up!” That’s Miya Atsumu’s voice. You freeze. This is exactly what you’ve always been afraid of. Suna’s fine. He’s comfortable to be around. You’ve never once thought that he would leak your secret, even back before you’d known him, but Atsumu would do it even if it wasn’t malicious. You don’t even know him, but you’ve heard of what a blabbermouth he can be. 

Suna pushes you behind him immediately, shielding you with his broad back. You’re completely hidden behind him. You feel better but - then where will he hide?

“A maid?” Atsumu whistles. “Hey, pretty thing.”

Your jaw drops. It’s impossible. Atsumu doesn’t recognize him at all. He can’t tell it’s his own teammate in the maid dress. You feel Suna stiffen, too, but unlike you, he’s holding back laughter. He’s not stressed out over the situation at all. 

Atsumu’s twin is a little more attentive. Osamu squints at him. “Suna?”

“Dumbass,” Atsumu scoffs. “That’s a girl!”

“Nope,” Osamu says. “I’m pretty sure that’s Suna in a wig and a dress.”

You have to hand it to Suna. He really commits to the bit. 

Suna gives Osamu a look of utter disgust and offense. With all the strength in his arm, capable of spiking at insane velocities, he slaps Osamu across the face. Poor Osamu doesn’t even have time to react before his head snaps to the side. 

“How dare you?” Suna trills in a falsetto. “I’m a girl!” 

Atsumu yelps and reaches for his twin’s hand, dragging him away as fast as he can. Osamu, still stunned, let’s himself be hauled away as he reaches a hand up to the angry red mark on his face. 

“Thank you,” you sigh in relief, sagging against Suna’s back. 

“It’s fine,” he says, smiling down at you. “That was kind of fun.” 

You giggle. “You’re evil.”

“Besides, I don’t like sharing anyway. We can keep this our little secret.’ 

You will your traitorous heart to stop pounding. 

[summercreolefanfictioner]

this was supposed to be on kanato's bday but here goes nothing~ and yes this is dedicated to @hgug255

BONUS CHAP: hidden in a maze, wrapped around petals (Diabolik Lovers x Game of Thrones AU)

pairing: kanato x maya (my oc) [note: I used Maya's real first name here since it fits the au more]

STORY MASTERLIST

King's Landing has been in a festive mode because of the triplets' name days, and what way to celebrate their birth by rejoicing in their glorious feats and proudly speaking of their prowess as Karlheinz's sons?

How ridiculous, Kanato thought sitting by the staircase and watching how these people bark a laugh every now and then and make merry to one another. They did not come for our birthday. They came for the honor of their house and the blessing of our father.

It wasn't anything new for him, to be honest. After all, the three of them never delighted in these occasions. While their parents would force them to greet their guests and exchange a few pleasantries, they would still go on their way to avoid these events as much as possible. And thankfully, Kanato can hide by the staircase to just observe people.

Ever since he got his powers, he's seen everyone's past and future, which caused him anxiety and dread. Hence, he resolved it by sitting in one corner, minding his own business so he could hear no one.

Kanato sighed, his eyes bored, clutching Teddy to his chest and wishing the party would just end so he can lock himself up in his room and take a rest from all these things happening lately around him.

Parties.

War.

Mind games.

Peace treaties.

Deaths.

I've had enough.

"K-Kanato-sama," a feminine voice squeaked in fright, fully aware that the middle triplet was someone you should never bother during events like this.

He sighed in frustration, glaring at the poor maid. Why can't anyone just leave him alone? "What is it?"

"S-Someone left a note for you," the maid explained, handing the piece of paper to him. "S-S-She said you need to read it immediately."

Kanato narrowed his eyes at that, snatching the paper from the maid as she frantically left before he raised hell. Sighing, he unfolded the paper and read the contents, only to be surprised at what he read:

"Meet me at the garden.

- Mariya."

And so he left Teddy by the pillar and rushed towards the castle's garden maze, confused and enthusiastic at the fact that his fiancee decided to meet him in secret. Truth be told, the Feinze clan is notorious for its strict wedding traditions. During the long period of engagement, the bride wasn't allowed to meet the groom outside the Feinze castle premises until they get married. After all, the clan believes that the gods will punish those who defy these traditions.

Hence, Kanato spent his time going back and forth to meet Mariya. They would even go as far as to send each other letters, especially whenever he's travelling somewhere away from King's Landing.

Furthermore, the groom was not allowed to see the face of the bride until the wedding day. That's why whenever he visits her, there would be a silhouette partition separating them from each other.

And to think she went all the way here from the Highgardens to see me. She must be out of her mind, he thought turning on each and every corner of the garden maze to search for any sign of a smaller girl with long hair and pale skin (this was based on how his advisors described her).

Kanato was running out of patience, cursing to himself as to why Mariya made him run all the way here... until he finally saw her.

She was dressed in their usual Eastern gown and robes, her black hair decorated with red camellia ornaments as it flows down her back. There was a crest of the Feinze house on her belt, probably to make him recognize her in one glance. Nonetheless, Mariya was the epitome of a delicate mysterious lady from the Highgardens, donning a mask on her eyes so she would still retain the secret of her identity to Kanato.

Kanato panted for air, trying to catch his breath as he asked, "Why?"

"I..." she started, her cheeks blushing as she tried to find the words, "I wanted to see you—"

"No," he hissed, waving a dismissive hand. He walked towards her, his face inching closer to see the girl behind the mask as she tried to hide it. "I'm well aware of that fact. I wanted to know why."

"'W-Why?'"

"Why did you defy your house to meet me?" he clarified. "Your house is adamant about following the principles of the God of the Light. Yet, here you are sneaking out to meet me," then he muttered the last words, "and on my name day, nonetheless."

There was a momentary silence before she gained the confidence to speak.

"Your letter," she mentioned, remembering how the words seemed so sad and lonely when she read it. "I received your letter about your name day, and you told me no one has ever come for you and your brothers' name days just to see you."

Kanato's eyes widened in realization. A few days ago, he informed her he wouldn't be visiting her for a while because the House Sakamaki is preparing for their 18th name day, and this event was important because it's their second coming-of-age ceremony after joining the war 10 years ago.

And to think she defied her house—and even the gods—just to see me.

Kanato sighed in frustration. This girl will be the death of me. Then he shrugged. Well, she's already here now. Might as well make the most of it.

"Since you're here, I suppose a reward should be in order," he said, forcing himself to look indifferently even though he was quite happy that someone came specifically for him on his birthday. "I'll give you anything you want for today."

Mariya's red eyes widened in astonishment, seemingly anticipating this moment. "Really?"

"Well, hurry up or I'll change my mind."

Mariya thought for a moment since this was a once-in-a-lifetime request. After all, Kanato wasn't the type of person to let people get close easily. He's always wary of them no matter how nice they are.

After a few minutes, Mariya has now determined the reward she wanted from him, inching her face towards him as her eyes closed, sharp inhale of breath, and then time stopped. Everything was a blur as she laid her lips on top of his, quick like a feather brushing his skin. To say Kanato was surprised is an understatement. He was completely frozen at the gesture.

What in heavens—

Mariya pulled away as fast as she could, embarrassed and blushing at the fact that she made the first move. And she was aware it was unbecoming for a princess like her. After all, she is supposed to be wooed, not to woo a boy who is still thinking about a woman he was previously engaged with.

Kanato clicked his tongue in response, the fleeting kiss still reeling in his mind. "Why did you kiss me?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed even though he wasn't, not even in the slightest.

"Because... you told me you'll give me anything I want today," she reasoned out like it was plain day.

"But you gave me a kiss, remember?"

"It might look like that, but the point is, you gave me a chance."

He raised a brow at that. "A chance for what?"

"I wanted to have a chance to convey my feelings for you," she started to explain. "I know your mind and heart still belongs to Lady Krestenne," her heart felt like a hard lump at that, "but I wanted you to know that someone attended your name day because they have sworn affection for you, not because you bear your house's name."

There was sincerity and clarity in her words, taking Kanato in a trance of realization.

She embodied the meaning of her name.

True love.

Ah, no wonder why. It fits her perfectly.

"I-Is that okay? Or... was it too forward of me?" Mariya started to panic, thinking things would not end well, and her engagement with the middle triplet might get called off. "I'm so—"

"... enough."

"Eh?"

He stared through her deeply, snaking an arm around her waist and placing one hand on her cheek. She was startled at the contact that she instantly held on his shoulders (soon, she will scold herself for this lack of tact).

"It's not enough."

And he kissed her deeply, memorizing her taste and how their lips molded against each other. His tongue would tease her every now and then, savoring the sweet moment of this bliss they call "love." Kanato knew this was the thing he had wanted for so long.

True, he used to go after Krestenne as she was his first bethroted. But that was then, and this is now. Now is when he was kissing the life out of Mariya.

But Mariya wasn't as experienced as him, trying to regain her breathing, but every time she would pull away, Kanato will just keep coming back for her taste.

More.

His arms are now around her waist as she tangles her fingers in his hair.

MORE.

His lips move down from her lips to her chin, peppering her skin with kisses until his breath ghosted her neck.

MORE.

And ever slowly, Mariya felt his fingers trying to undo the ribbons of her belt, which compelled her to gently push him away and prevent things from going further. There was a dazed and confused look on his face, questioning her motives.

"I... I wanted this as much as you do," she clarified, composing herself despite being a blushing mess. "But... I think this is not the right time."

Kanato was about to retort a childish spat until he finally understood what she meant.

Her family must be looking for her now.

He sighed in frustration. "I'll be visiting you again after a few days."

She nodded, gently taking his hand in hers as she kissed his cheek. "I hope you enjoyed your name day today."

"Oh, Kanato-kun, there you are!" Laito greeted from their shared study room. It has become a habit of the triplets to gather there, especially during big events. "But where have you been though?"

Ayato looked annoyed though, observing as the middle triplet walked towards them like he had done nothing wrong. There was something weird because Ayato saw Teddy by the pillar earlier and Kanato returned from the opposite direction of the hallway.

"The old hag was pissed though, looking everywhere for you so you can grant the guests a song," he informed. "You're lucky 'cause Gramps had to cover for ya."

"Ayato-kun's right, Kanato-kun," Laito chided, looking mischievous as usual so he can get information about his previous whereabouts. "You should thank old Gramps there or you might be in trouble."

"There's no need to worry. I just went somewhere to talk to someone," Kanato explained, not bothering to fill any missing details lest he wanted other people to find out about him and Mariya breaking the strict wedding rules.

"'Someone?'" Laito repeated, aware that their brother is not someone who makes friends that easily. "Is that person a friend?"

Ayato chuckled. "Don't tell me you went out your way here just to get your gift?"

Kanato smirked at him, hugging Teddy close to his chest. "I did."

Both brothers were surprised at that. "Did you like the gift? Laito asked.

Kanato nodded in delight. "Very, very much."

[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.

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↳ ai hoshino x fem!reader    !

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   1287 words excluding disclaimer.

" OH, I SEE. " a (c)-nette female said as tears breamed on her petite eyelashes. a phone was held to her ear as her friend spoke on the speaker.

" i-i'll talk to you later ai. " she said with her voice shaky from her crying. the person who was named ai over the phone realized the girls tone and began to worry.

" wait, [name], are you sure you're okay- " before she could finish. the (c)-nette hanged up. she dropped the phone onto the floor as  she closed her eyes and cried into her palms. she slid her back down on the (c) wall causing her to then plop herself onto the floor. she brought her kness to her face and put her arms around her legs.

" i hate you! i hate you ai! why did i fall in love with you! " the idol shouted angrily at herself. she looked to the side to see a photo of her and ai hugging eachother joyfully.

her eyes were filled with dread. she had just found out that her crush had been secretly dating a boy named hikaru kamiki and that she had gotten pregnant with his child.

she had never felt so much sadness before. she felt overwelmed, sad, disheartened, distraught, stress and much more.

over the years of being friends with ai she had developed a crush on her, hoping to confess to her this friday but then instead finding out that ai was secretly dating another person. she felt stupid for thinking that ai would like her.

all of sudden she started coughing agressively and painfully into her hand. once she stopped to look at her hand she saw blood and small petals on her hand.

ofcourse this did not cheer her up at all, she continued to cry more and more. but it wasnt her fault at all. she didnt deserve any pain for just simply loving someone. she just wanted to love someone.

" kaho! have you seen [name] at all this week? " the purple-nette asked her bestfriends other friend, kaho saitozaki. it has been a week since she has last saw her

" no, i haven't , try asking her brother maybe he knows where he is- " kaho said as she rolled her eyes. uncaring of where the (c)-nette could've

" he doesnt know either! " kaho flinched from ai's outburst.

" i- sorry, its just that i miss her and dont know where she is. if you see her anywhere please tell me. " ai apologized. her eyes were filled with sorroe. she knew (name) was an idol and that she couldve been filming a music video but it was so unlike her to just not tell her bestfriend what she was doing.

" i think they said she was on tour. " kaho said as she looked at her phone.

(name) really was the main reason why she wanted to become an idol in the first place. it woulve been very upsetting if the person who inspired her wasnt in her life anymore.

' please come back (name) ' ai thought as she walked away from kaho.

" ON ANOTHER NOTE, famous soloist or idol (name) has gone on haitus due to poor health that has allegedly become even worse. " the man on the news spoke.

it has been two years since ai last saw hikaru and (name). two years since she had her children. she was now eighteen years old. she has tried to get contact to (name) but hasnt gotten any feedback.

so one day she decided to try to visit (name), bringing her kids along with her.

" you sure you want to do this ai? " miyako asked the teen mother.

" mhm! i really hope she's okay though. " ai said as she looked into the horizon. after a few seconds she turned back to the front door that belonged to (name).

she brought her right hand to the door bell as it made a loud chiming noise. after a few seconds a brown haired lady in a maid attire arrived at the door. she had pale blue eyes and she seemed to be around in her early 40's.

" are you here to see (name)-sama? " she asked politely.

" yes, is she around? "

" yes she's at the penthouse's rooftop. " she lead them into the house. the penthouse was well decorated in a modern theme. in the bext room lied many awards that (name) recieved from being the japan's top idol. ai smiled at the sight of the awards feeling happy for her favourite idol's achievements.

the maid offered to watch over the children. assuming they were miyako's children.

miyako nodded in response so that they wouldnt interupt the purple-nettes conversation with (name).

ai walked up the stairs to see a door that had the words rooftop written on it. seeing that it was the right place she walked out to the area.

there (name) was, sitting on a scandinavian styled chair. looking at the horizon with a poker face, yet in ai's eyes she was beatiful. (name) white see-through coat flowed in the wind as a blue colored mug sat in her hand. she wore a blue swimsuit that consisted of a top that was similar to the shale of a bra and a bottom that had resemblemed the same shape of underwear. ai blushed at the revealing swimsuit that she wore.

" (name)? "

(name) widened her eyes as she realized that voice. warm tears began to fall from her eyes as she turned around.

" ai. long time no see. " she said, her voice was more mature and smooth. this made ai's heart flutter.

" come sit. " she gestured to a chair next to the one she sat on. ai obliged and walked towards the chair. to sit down.

" how do it tell you this. um ai... "

" i'm dying. " (name) said as she looked away from ai. she coughed agressively into her hand. flowers fell from her hand

" what? no what do you mean-? " ai tried to ask thinking she meant something else. thinking it was a prank. it had to be. it had to be.

" hanahaki. today's my last day, im dying from love. dying from loving you. " ai's breath hitched as she gasped. she was the one who was killing her, the reason why she was avoiding her.

" ive been avoiding you, to loose my feelings for you. "

" no! (name) its my fault. im so sorry "

" but it didnt work, just i still will love you either way. "

" dont (name), im a horrible person. "

" i wish i couldve told you sooner, but here i am, on my last breath. thank you for being my friend ai. " (name) said as she started to cough vigourously, a line of blood flowed from her mouth. ai tried to aid to her by holding her friend.

" please, (name)..no.. no.  "

" please at least remember me. " she brought her hand to her crush's cheek. ai was a loss for words it was all her fault if only she had noticed sooner.

" im going to sleep. i-i'll see you on the other side... " she slowly closed her eyes. her hand fell from ai's face onto the side of the chair.

" im so sorry (name). "

in her last breaths, she felt ai's warm tears fall onto her face. ai had muttered a few words before hugging the (c)-nettes now cold body.

" i love you. "

just at that exact moment, the dead woman's brother walked onto the wooden floor..

all he saw was his friend cradling his dead sister's body. not knowing if she was alive.

" (n-name)...?

on march 30 2018 at 17:54/5:54 pm famous top one idol (name) was pronounced dead from an unknown disease.

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