#rather it's the silencing of the noise of the world in your own mind that allows you to hear the grand orchestra playing from heaven

[1-1-s1ay-2-2]

A quiet mind is like a blank canvas, with each stroke, a thought forms from the void of nothingness through the fluidly infinite spark of creativity, bringing forth the light which separates the darkness, allowing us to see art and all the adoring splendor of a sunset over the ocean. The quietness of the mind moves the water, and the wind finds its home.

[reztoru]

tw / cw : Spoilers if you're not caught up in the manga!!!! Only fluff here

a/n : my contribution to reunion fics. missed my honey bun. </3

w/c : 792

Nothing could have prepared you for Satoru walking through your doors in the dead of night. Here you are, curled up on the couch with a tub of ice cream and teary eyes. You froze mid bite. With the spoon halfway to your mouth. Blinking, once, twice. Rubbing your eyes as he makes his way over to you.

"Thought you'd be a little more excited to see me."

You are; if he's real that is. You're not entirely convinced that he's in front of you. Thus you reach out with a shaky hand, and poke his cheek. The breath you let out is loud; you hadn't even realized you were holding it in.

"it's you," you whisper.

"It's me." Satoru gives you a lopsided smile.

You unravel yourself from your spot. Reaching timidly out to him again, repeating your words over and over. "it's you, it's you." And they slowly become a little incoherent as they morph into quiet sobs. He doesn't waste another second and scoops you into his arms.

What is there to say? Where do you even start?

"We can talk later." He mumbles, as if he knows.

You nod into his neck, burying yourself as far as you can go. Mumbling delicate words, "I missed you."

And you're not sure how reunions between lovers are supposed to go but you had thought that it would be grand and dramatic. Tears flooding the room, and loud wails filling up the spaces the salty waters couldn't reach.

This reunion is anything but loud. It's quiet Filled with shock and grief. There's nothing particularly grand about it. And the wails you had thought were going to come are breathless, trapped in your throat.

It takes a moment before he peels away from you. He bears a huge grin as he holds out a single flower — it's actually a weed. And it feels like for the first time in years, you smile. You chuckle, ready to break the news.

"That's a weed, pretty boy."

"Huh? I thought it was a flower."

You let out a breathy laugh. Taking the little weed into your hands. Eyes gazing on it tenderly as you do, "it's the thought that counts, I suppose."

"I was trying to be romantic. Hoped I could win your heart back if I picked you a bouquet on the way home."

"The bar is low, huh?" You nudge your nose against his cheek, "thank you."

Maybe your love is akin to the little weed he picked up. Unexpected, and with its own sense of beauty. Resilient in its pursuit to survive. Persistent and a little annoying. But through the right eyes they're just as beautiful as the moon flowers they find themselves sprouting next to.

"I missed you," he finally says.

And he sounds a little small; defeated. Nothing like the almighty image he carries. But it's only in the darkness does this side come out — the only time that's reserved for you.

You've found that nights are when lovers meet, because bustling life and busy schedules hold them apart. Or in this case; a box.

The sun tells them, no, the time is not now. But the moon, it welcomes them with open arms, offering the showers of domesticity they've come to enjoy.

This is where Satoru comes to meet you, in the space you've made home. It's only deep into the night where your love bursts into a vivid red glow. It's when he dances with you in your whispered laugh. And when he smiles as you give him a twirl, and it's as he takes you for a dip does his heart kiss yours.

The love you share shimmies around, hopping on its feet in the music you both make. And it simmers when you pull him in to rest against you. Continuing on with a soft sway to the white noise that lingers.

This is an intimacy that’s reserved for when souls collide in these cream coloured rooms. Where the walls are covered in memories and filled with pointless things. It’s where you'll find voices are barely above a soft murmur; scared they'll wake up the world.

And as the silence engulfs you, neither of you really mind. Truthfully, there’s nothing to say, or rather there’s nothing that hasn’t been said. Because even as still as the silence presents itself, it’s heavy and already carries that of which has been spoken before — and will be again.

And perhaps no words really need to be spoken when lovers reunite. The tenderness of touches speak for themselves. And as you both dance in this dimly lit room, you decide to end the night with the words that you've been waiting to say for a while now.

"Welcome home, my love."

[drea-ms]

WHILE YOU WERE SLEEPING by KUSUO SAIKI

٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ Inspired by Laufey's song "While you were sleeping", Kusuo Saiki falls in love with you at 3:30 am, he "hates" it ( spoiler; he does not )

warnings. pure fluff. ooc!saiki i think. corny and cheesy story i thought of at 12:47 am after thinking of the guy i like. mentions of yn. grammar mistakes. from saikis pov kinda. being in love. sweet fluff before all the angst (707 angst coming soon.) i just love saiki a lot :(.

The clock read 3:30 am, and the pink haired boy still couldn't sleep, so deep in his thoughts. But, what was he thinking about? Could it be a plan to become average and leave his friend group forever or the amount of noise there is in the middle of the night that the average person couldn't hear? or maybe it's the girl with [h/l] [h/c] hair. Probably the first one, or maybe it's the last one. It's definitely the last one.

He doesn't know how he began to think of you this late, one moment he was getting ready to sleep, the other, he was thinking of how pretty you would look if he wasn't a pyschic and without his powers. He hates how you left him in this position, while you were sleeping without a care in the world, Kusuo Saiki had just began to fall in love with you. He absolutely hates it (he doesn't. he's lying to himself again.)

He just hopes it's a one time thing, that your playing mind games with him (how is that possible??? he's a god damn psychic!!) and that when he does go to sleep, that it'll never happen again. Yeah, this is just a one time thing...

It's 9:76 am. Six hours after that predicament. And he was so wrong, since that night, he couldn't bring himself to sleep without the thought of you within him, each time he did try to sleep, you were in his dreams. One way or another,you started to appear in his daily thoughts more and more often. When he was getting ready for school, everything and everywhere he went and did, you were in his mind. Like a lost puppy you were following him around in his thoughts, he absolutely hates it. He hates how when he gets to school you're there and you're talking to your friends and spot him and wave at him with your dumb smile. He hates how after class you greet him and both of you hard to lunch, he hates how you know that he likes being alone and leave him to himself, knowing well enough that he doesn't mind being with you, even if it means he's sacrificing his own time just to be with you.

And he's back at square one, the clock ticking and the time is 3:30 am, thinking of you again, how candy can't compete with how sweet you are, that the way you smile might as well be on par with Teruhashi, how your kindness and friendliness can make someone's teeth fall out. Everything about you is on his mind, and while you're sleeping again, like a baby, he's falling more and more deeper in love with you.

Sweet and Kind YN LN stuck in Kusuo Saiki's head, and he's beginning to like it, he likes everything about you, he likes how you always get him coffee jelly, even though you don't like coffee. He likes how you try to get him away from his and yours friend group just for you and him enjoy the silence for a while, he loves loves loves the idea of being your boyfriend one day.

And maybe that idea might become true. He just hopes that when it does, the both of you will be in bed together awake at 3:30 am and in love.

VAL TALKS?!? back again :3 it's been a couple of weeks but i have school and i'm busy most of the time living life and going to school:) i wrote this because i was bored and start playing mystic messenger again and i thought of the guys i like :). i'm not sure i'm back for good, but i like writing and i have a 707 angst that's being brained stormed rn so i wanna focus on that and other stuff rather than just over work myself to point where writing isn't fun anymore to me:) it'll take some time for me to come back but i'll write and post every so often :) asks are open!! send me stuff of your favs!! especially mike from the fnaf i want to write him, so send requests!!

[clu-ven]

Hi! I’m not sure if you’re taking requests at the moment but if you are: how do you think the bad batch would confess to their crush that they have feelings for them? How would their crush confess to them? I love your work and I hope you’re having a great day!

THE BAD BATCH CONFESS THEIR FEELINGS TO YOU

sorry this took me a while anon! loved this request so so much so thank you!! if you want me to do your other suggestion of their crush confessing their feelings to the Batch just let me know <3

word count: 3.1k

HUNTER

You make Hunter’s life extremely difficult.

Do you know how hard it is when you’re all on a mission, utterly dependent on Hunter’s heightened senses to detect any danger but instead all he can focus on is you? Listening to the rhythmic thudding of your heart and the soft sighs you make when he should be focusing on the enemy.

No matter where the Batch is, either relaxing on the Marauder or in the midst of another mission, Hunter yearns to be by your side and relish in all things you.

Hunter’s tried to deny it, hoping to convince himself of anything but the obvious truth of the matter. Deep down, Hunter knows what this is. He knows there’s more to his need to feel your presence and that his feelings go much deeper than merely seeing you as a friend.

In an ideal world, Hunter would never confess his feelings to you. He’s too nervous, fearful that such a confession could jeopardise your friendship. He would rather suffer in silence and never mention his feelings instead of confronting them and accidentally messing up your friendship.

But this is something he has to do. Hunter hopes that by telling you how he feels, he’ll relax more and he can start using his senses again for locating any danger. His constant need to sense you is putting the others at risk and that’s why he’s certain he has to tell you.

...and now, a quick drabble...

Hunter waits until the Marauder is quiet before approaching you, trying to time it perfectly so none of the others will overhear. Although Hunter is positive you only see him as a friend, this is something he needs to do, hoping your kind hearted nature will soften the blow of your imminent rejection.

“Can we talk?” Hunter’s gruff voice cuts through the near perfect silence of the Marauder, the only other noise being the quiet hum of the ship gliding through hyperspace.

“Yeah, sure” you reply with a smile. Damn, your smile is not what Hunter needs to see right now, the small action making his heart beat even faster. As if reading his mind, your smile fades, something Hunter views as both a blessing and a curse.

“Is everything alright?” you question, Hunter's sullen demeanour making you worry. 

He sighs, unsure how to answer that question as he steps deeper into the room. “Look, I’m uh.., I’m not too sure how to say this or if I should even tell you but well, I like you. In the more than a friend kinda way and I’m not too sure what to do about it but the last thing I want is for it to affect our relationship”.

Although his confession takes you by surprise, your heart quickly warms. It’s obvious Hunter is overthinking this, a light shade of red appearing across his cheeks as he hurriedly corrects his last statement “Our working relationship! And our friendship, that’s uh, that’s what I meant by relationship”. 

With your mouth curving into a soft smile, you gesture to his sullen demeanour “and you liking me is… a bad thing?”. 

Hunter blurts out a flurry of words in response, trying his best to reassure you that’s not what he meant. “What-no, no I- it’s not, I just meant…” but slowly he trails off, a smile of his own gracing his lips as he realises you’re teasing him. 

Taking a moment to recompose himself, Hunter nods, giving you a look of adoration you’ve seen from him many times before. Shrugging, he mumbles “You know what I mean”.

Biting back a laugh you agree, slipping your hand into his “I sure do, Sarge”. Does Hunter feel like he’s about to collapse? Yep. Is this the closest thing he’s ever experienced to a heart attack? Double yes. Does he regret telling you how he feels? Absolutely not.

TECH

Tech needs help. He has no idea why he feels this way whenever you’re near, how your gaze alone manages to make his hands clammy or how the sound of your laugh makes his heart beat ten times faster than normal.

It’s a blessing and a curse. It’s a blessing in the sense that you actually listen to him when he explains a plan or when he randomly info dumps. In contrast to how most react, you genuinely listen, offering your own view on the subject or asking him questions if you’re not sure on something. 

It makes him feel strange but in a good way, which confuses him even more. It’s something Tech has no idea how to combat or why it’s even happening to begin with.

Luckily for Tech, he discovers what this is very soon… but not because of his own diagnosis of the problem. It’s painfully obvious he likes you. The subtle signs might not mean much to others and can be overlooked by some, but to his brothers, it’s so damn obvious Tech has a crush on you.  

Whenever one of his brothers mentions this, Tech’s hesitant to admit it… mainly because he knows the probability of some ‘playful’ teasing will increase exponentially if he admits his feelings for you to them.

But Tech knows it’s true, that he’s both physically attracted to you as well as adoring you on a much deeper level too.

...guess what, it's time for another quick drabble...

The whole Batch has gathered around the cockpit, trying to get Tech to finally confess his feelings. You went out on a quick detour for some Mantell Mix before the Batch’s next mission and the others have taken this golden opportunity to help Tech. 

For some, aka Hunter and Omega, they want Tech to confront his feelings so he can finally ask you out, something they’re certain both you and him want. But for others, aka Wrecker, he just wants Tech to admit it so he can tease him about it, all good heartedly of course.

Hunter shrugs in the seat next to him, arms crossed “Y’know, it’s ok if you like her, we’re not soldiers anymore, we’re allowed to have a life”.

Tech keeps his mouth shut. He’s already tried numerous ways to deflect this but his siblings are adamant. There is a small part of him warming to the idea, his family’s support and encouragement making his feelings for you even stronger.

But before Tech can compare the probability of you liking him back to the probability of rejection and the accompanying embarrassment that would bring, Wrecker’s laugh snaps him out of his thoughts. 

“What do you mean ‘if’ he likes her?” Wrecker playfully jibes “have you seen how red he gets every time she talks to him? Ha! Of course he has a crush on her”.

… and that is how you find out. Climbing up the steps of the Marauder, Mantell Mix in hand, Wrecker’s booming voice is crystal clear to you. 

Although it only takes you a quick ten seconds to actually make your way to the cockpit, when you do, everyone is facing you. By the shocked expressions that greet you, they know you heard Wrecker, who tries his best to smooth things over as he asks “Oh… um, when did you get here?”.

You don’t think you’re as shocked as Omega, who’s jaw is practically on the floor, but it still takes you a few moments to process the question, your brain not over Wrecker’s initial statement.

Saving you from stuttering out at answer, Hunter stands and gives Tech a firm yet assuring pat on the shoulder. “We’ll leave you to it” he gives Tech a nod before guiding everyone else out of the cockpit, leaving only you and Tech left.

Tech waits until you sit down first, taking in a deep breath before he begins. “Well, this isn’t how I planned on telling you,” he readjusts his goggles, purposefully avoiding your gaze “but since the topic has come up… what do you think?”. He knows this might be a great conversation or an awkward one but either way Tech will remain open and honest with you, trying his best to articulate exactly how he feels.

WRECKER

When you and Wrecker are together, there’s no shutting him up. For the most part, Wrecker acts like his normal self whenever you’re around, albeit a bit more hyper than usual.

He loves talking to you, rambling on about irrelevant things or going to explore new cities with you. But Wrecker notices how he stumbles over his words more when you’re near him, feeling flushed when your hand grazes his and how his usually extroverted demeanour reverts into itself when he has your full attention. 

For a while, Wrecker keeps this to himself. He doesn’t do this to try and hide his feelings for you, he just wants to hold back until he figures out what these feelings are exactly.

But the second Wrecker figures out what this is, having that shocking moment of realisation that he likes you more than a friend, you’ll know about it.

Wrecker doesn’t see the point in keeping this from you. He’s pretty sure it’s obvious he likes you and besides, why hide it? 

Wrecker wants to skip this ‘will they, won’t they’ stage and jump right into it… if that’s what you want too.

...oh my god what is this? Is this... no, it can't be! my god, it's another quick drabble...

Wrecker’s been hit with a lot of things: parts of droids after an explosion he probably caused, a lunch tray while on Kamino, a pillow when he snores too loud… and yet none of those have ever hit him as strong as this. 

The realisation that he not only has a crush on you, but is probably in love with you? That hits him with just as much force as any Jedi wields. And if there’s one thing Wrecker can’t do, it’s keep this crucial revelation to himself.

He needs to tell you, to explain exactly what this feeling is and ask if you feel it too. Wrecker doesn’t see the point in waiting or testing the waters with you first when he can dive straight in instead. 

It takes Wrecker all of thirty seconds of searching the Marauder to find you sitting with Echo, in the midst of a deep conversation… not that that is particularly important to Wrecker at this moment. He wastes no time butting into your conversation, completely cutting off Echo and blurting out how he needs to tell you something really important.

Thankfully, Echo knows better than to hang around when Wrecker is hyper and makes up an excuse to leave, giving Wrecker space to confess his feelings to you. 

You don’t even get the time to ask why Wrecker’s so worked up before he starts rambling, telling you all about how you make him feel and how he didn’t understand what this was at first but that now he finally does. 

“It’s because I like you!” he exclaims, a wide smile across his face ”As in I like like you… which I should’ve figured out a while ago but I know now and I want you to know too!”. 

He blurts all of this out without a second thought. Wrecker has absolutely no hesitation in confessing his feelings to you. The way he sees it, Wrecker knows you and he’s positive that even if you don’t feel the same way, you won’t let this get in the way of your friendship.

In fact that’s yet another aspect of you that Wrecker loves; no matter what, you never make him feel judged or insecure in your friendship.

When he’s finally done (and slightly out of breath from talking so much), Wrecker opens his arms to you, a smile plastered across his face and hope gleaming in his eyes as he asks “So? Whaddya think?”.

ECHO

This is a completely new feeling for Echo and even though he knows what this feeling is, he’s not keening on expressing it.

It’s not that Echo is insecure or still trying to figure out his emotions, it’s just that he really likes having you as his friend, someone who truly knows him and a person he can always rely on. 

Why risk that by confessing he wants more? 

Unfortunately, while Echo doesn’t want to risk your friendship, he isn’t exactly the best at dealing with his crush either. 

He knows he’s terrible at hiding his feelings when he’s around you and so Echo starts to distance himself, hoping his crush will fade if you’re not spending as much time together.

But now he’s created a new problem. It’s pretty obvious that he’s avoiding you and now you’re left wondering what you’ve done wrong that’s caused Echo to act like this…

...spoiler alert: this is yet another quick drabble...

It’s nearly been a full rotation since Echo last spoke to you. Why? You wish you knew, presuming you must have irritated him in some way. Although you hate to admit it, this is becoming a recurring event; one minute you and Echo are getting along like a house on fire but then the next, he shuts down and hardly utters a word to you.

It’s a frustrating situation but you’re not annoyed at Echo, just the predicament you’ve found yourself in. Despite Echo being the one who created such a confusing turn of events, you could never blame him, not when he means so much to you.

Sighing, you decide to confront him “Ok, can you just tell me what I did so I can fix this?”. Your words slice through him, making Echo freeze for a moment before he tries to play this off “Fix what?”.

With your hand gesturing to both him and you, you let out a frustrated  huff “This! I know you’ve been avoiding me lately, I just don’t understand why”.

Echo knows this is his moment, his time to finally confront his feelings and tell you how he feels… but he can’t. He has no idea how to say it or if he even should, especially when a confession of that magnitude could jeopardise your friendship. 

“Echo,” you whine, sensing his hesitation “please, just tell me what I’ve done wrong so I can make this better”.

What you’ve done wrong? Your words shock him, his eyes widening as the hesitation that once clouded them disperse. “What? No, no you haven’t done anything wrong,” he assures you, chuckling under his breath as he continues “how could you have?”.

Now it’s your turn to ask “what?”, unsure if Echo added that last part as a snarky insult or genuine question. Thankfully you’re not left wondering for long, a comforting warmth glowing in his eyes.

“You’re right, I’ve been distant but I promise, it’s not because of anything you did…” Echo opens his mouth a few times, trying his best to word this next part correctly “You’re just… so caring, always there for us no matter what and I swear, I didn’t mean to avoid you… sometimes I just think about how much I like you and it’s like I forget how to be normal around you”.

He’s really hoping you get what he’s saying without making Echo explicitly state how he feels. Your reaction is hard to read, expression completely neutral as Echo’s words sink in. Just as his brain starts to spiral, internally cringing at his so-called confession, you smile at him, giving Echo all the reassurance he needs without uttering a single word and suddenly everything in the galaxy feels right again.

CROSSHAIR

Crosshair is well aware he has a crush on you. 

It’s something he begrudgingly had to admit to himself a few months ago, though he has no plans to confess his feelings for you anytime soon.

He actually enjoys the dynamic you two have formed, one full of mutual respect as well as constant teasing and bickering. Sure, you get under his skin sometimes, making him genuinely annoyed but that’s the fun of it. 

Sometimes Crosshair wonders if he should just tell you how he feels but he has too much fun goading you and seeing how much he can rile you up. If he confesses his feelings to you then he’s giving you an edge, something you could use to tease him with, which is something Crosshair is very reluctant to allow.

Besides, Crosshair doesn't see why he should put himself in the vulnerable position of confessing his feelings for you. 

The way he sees it, if you feel the same way and truly want to be with him then you should be the one to initiate it… yeah, he’s very stubborn.

...news just in, another quick drabble is rapidly approaching...

“Crosshair, just leave me alone” you bark, throwing your hands up out of sheer frustration. You’ve never understood why he acts this way, nor do you think you ever will. 

“Leave you alone so you can ruin another blaster?” he goads, his voice irritatingly calm. That only riles you up even more, your jaw clenching. You were trying to do a good thing and take care of some miscellaneous chores, which included cleaning one of the spare blasters. As it turns out, using droid oil instead of blaster oil can be a detrimental mistake that can end up corroding the metal.

You were trying to do a good thing but you made a mistake, fine, you can accept that. But the way Crosshair tells you this vital piece of information? The way he sat down and watched you clean the blaster for a full five minutes before putting you out of your misery and telling you you’re actually damaging the blaster? That stupid damn smirk on his face? Now that, that you can’t accept.

“Whatever,” you huff, your shoulders becoming square as you go to storm past him. But you don’t get very far, Crosshair’s hand quickly latching on to your upper arm and stopping your movements.

His grip is firm but not intimidating, enough to let you know he isn’t ready for you to storm off just yet without making the sudden contact seem daunting.

“I’m trying to help” he hisses at you, his voice dropping an octave.  

“By making fun of me?” you scoff. 

Crosshair holds your gaze, neither one of you backing down. Though his grip remains unyielding, his expression falters for a moment. His hardened look falls for just a mere few seconds, his gaze becoming soft and uncertain. 

Despite Crosshair being an ass, you know what he said is true. He is trying to help, in his own frustratingly annoying way. But there’s more to this, the lingering uncertainty prompting your own hesitant feelings to surface.

You break out of his grasp with a sharp tug of your arm and before Crosshair has time to process your abrupt action, his eyes go wide as you move even closer to him. Leaning up, you kiss his cheek. A gesture so simple and yet so telling. 

Trying your best to keep your annoyed tone from earlier, you shrug as you mumble “Just don’t be such a jerk about it next time” before you slip past him, leaving Crosshair to deal with his confusing emotions alone.

[natsukishinomiyaswife]

⋆ 𝓙𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵 𝓥𝓲𝓹𝓮𝓻: 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓜𝓪𝓴𝓮 𝓜𝓮 𝓢𝓸 𝓗𝓪𝓹𝓹𝔂 ⋆

Please note: This is a repost from my old blog, @sugarcookiesheep!

⋆ Subtle. A word that may not mean much, but spoke volumes when it came to your relationship with Jamil. The way he would show his affection, taking care of you and making it seem like it was nothing. The days when he would make you a lunch, handing it to you as he explains that he made too much. You would open it to find your favorite foods, with a little dessert for you for after. Or the times when he would text you, reminding you of things you had mentioned to him offhand, so that you wouldn’t forget. Taking the time to remind you in person too, depending on how important it was.

⋆ You could be at work, in the middle of your shift when Jamil would stop by, checking to see how you were. He would remind you of the thing you had mentioned, not wanting you to forget before asking when you were taking your lunch break. He didn’t want to disturb you while you were working, so if you had already taken it he would leave, giving you a quick kiss before saying he’ll see you later. If you hadn’t taken your lunch break yet and he had time, he would stay, joining you until it was over.

⋆ He paid attention to you. To your words, to your actions. Even the slightest change in your appearance, he would notice. He made you feel special and loved through all the little things he would do, things that could easily go unnoticed. The way he would give you a water bottle if he noticed you weren’t drinking enough, not wanting you to get dehydrated. The way he would leave one of his hoodies out for you, noticing you hadn’t brought a jacket when it was expected to be cold. The way he would notice something new you were wearing, no matter how small it was, telling you it looked nice while thinking you should wear it more often.

⋆ What he didn’t expect was for you to do the same, showing your love through gestures that he appreciated more than you know. How you would acknowledge his interests, supporting and encouraging him. How you would help him with his chores, even when he said he didn’t need it, wanting to spend time with him. How you were proud to be his, unafraid to say that he was your boyfriend. How you chose him over so many others, and continue to choose him, over anyone else.

⋆ The party was in full swing, sounds of music and laughter reaching where you were in the kitchen. Jamil stood at the sink, washing dishes while you stood beside him, drying them off as he passed them to you. He said you didn’t have to, telling you to join the others and enjoy the party. You insisted to stay, telling him you’d rather spend the party with him, no matter what you were doing. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling at your words, turning his attention back towards the sink. You both stood there, working in amicable silence as the other’s partied. You could hear Kalim shout as the music changed, turning to one of your favorite songs.

⋆ You couldn’t help as you began moving to the song, swaying to the beat. Jamil watched you, a small smile coming to his face while you stood there unaware. After a moment he takes his hands out of the water, waiting until yours were free before turning to you. He took your hand in his, lifting it above your head as he began to spin you around. You laughed as he spun you a few more times, pulling you close to him as you began to dance. It was slow and intimate, the two of you in your own little world as you danced around the kitchen.

⋆ “You make me so happy, Jamil” you say as he pulls you back in, resting your head against his shoulder as you sway together. He makes a noise, your words unexpected. He tightens his hold on you, pulling you closer as he buries his face in your neck. His face was warm as your words sunk in, replaying over and over in his mind. “Say it again” he mumbles out, squeezing you tighter as you repeat your words. The two of you stand there, wrapped in each other’s arms for a few minutes, the party continuing in the background. After a moment Jamil moves, lifting your face so your eyes meet. He looks you in the eyes, almost making you feel like he’s looking through you before leaning down so your lips meet. The kiss was brief yet sweet, Jamil resting his forehead against yours, saying

“You make me happy too” ♡

Originally posted: March 1st, 2024

𝓣𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓴 𝔂𝓸𝓾! ♡

[mxzenpai]

Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Midnight Swim

Water always silences the outside world, so when your thoughts got too loud you decided to take a swim. You didn’t think someone would join you.

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Sometimes it’s quiet. Sometimes it’s loud. Sometimes it’s easy to make it through the day, other times you wish you stayed in bed and ignored the outside world. Everyone always talks about how the world is loud and they wish they could turn it down…but no one talks about their own head. Their thoughts that scream, clawing at the walls of your mind. Begging to be heard.

Why is it when a person on the street says the nastiest things to you, you think they’re an asshole and ignore it, but when your own mind says the same things, it’s true. There are happy moments of course, moments were the smiles aren’t fake and the laughs aren’t forced. Of course there are. However, the black ink always creeps back, grabbing hold of you surrounded by that happiness and drags you down. Down, down, down, until you feel like you’re drowning.

It’s silent around you as the current of the water gently pushes against the back. You begin to feel the burning of your lungs, but you know you can ignore it and push past the feeling. You allow your mind to clear, focusing on the feeling of the water as you sit at the bottom. You ignore the muffed noises above you. That’s why you’re here, everything is silent.

The water embraces you, it’s chilly arms wrapping around you. Your hands grasp the sand, feeling the texture of it slip through your fingers. The burning has stopped now and you know you’re able to go just a little longer before having to come up for air. The muffled sounds of the surface have stopped a bit ago and you feel yourself lean back into the water, allowing yourself to lay in the sand.

There’s a splash from above you and you almost, in an act of foolishness, open your eyes. A part of you almost wants to feel the burn of the salt, but the logical side of you keeps them firmly shut. You feel the current of the water shift, it going from one direction to many and you frown. The calmness of it’s hold has turned into a wild swirl.

Two arms wrap around your torso before you are pulled against a chest. The two arms of the stranger are wrapped firmly around you as they pull you up to the surface, out of the safety of the water. You feel the rush of the water go past your body and become slightly impressed at the speed this person is swimming.

You break through the surface of the water and take a breath of air, your lungs satisfied with the feeling of breath rushing through them once again. Your heart is loud in your ears as you wipe some droplets of water from your face. You open your eyes and are met with two blue, almost grey ones. They look upon you in worry and you give them a soft smile.

“Hey Azul.” You mumble softly, tiredly resting your head against his lilac shoulder, closing your eyes. You feel Azul shudder, his hold on you adjusting and causing you to wrap your legs around his hips. You note that he’s taller in his merform, just like the twins said he was.

“You scared me Angelfish.” He whispers in your ear, a hand coming up to stroke the back of your head while the other one is able to hold you up. His voice is meek, nervous. Maybe it was because he thought you were hurt, or this is the first time you are seeing his merform. You weren’t exactly sure.

“I’m sorry. Everything was just so loud. It’s quiet in the water.” Azul hums and you feel him move to the edge of the water. He gently lifts you and places you on the edge with the assistance of his tentacles. You protest lightly as you’re placed there, your feet dangling in the water.

“It seems like a rather quiet night though.” After speaking Azul lowers himself so only his eyes and the top of he head can be seen. He’s attempting to hide himself from you, using the darkness of the water and lack of light to aide him.

“Not the outside world.” You shake your head, attempting to re-enter the water.

“Don’t.” You pause, choosing to sit there for a moment.

“You know I won’t judge you on your appearance.” Azul’s eyes shift, sinking slightly lower into the water.

“I know…but now it’s loud for me.” You nod in understanding before slowly slipping back into the water, using the wall to allow you to stay afloat easier. “I thought you were drowning.” Azul admits. “Seeing you there at the bottom…not moving.” You swim over to him, keeping some distance between the two of you. You feel something brush against your leg before it quickly retracts.

“It’s quiet down there.” You reply, “I’m sorry for scaring you.” Azul raises himself out of the water a bit and you feel a hesitant tentacle wrap across your back and over your shoulder. You give a reassuring smile and the tentacle pulls you closer to Azul.

“Don’t…don’t do it again. Come talk to me if it’s too loud. Just don’t-“ He swallows the lump in his throat, “Not again.” You give Azul a reassuring kiss before nodding.

“Okay.” You whisper out and Azul gives a soft smile, resting his head against yours.

“Okay.” He responds. “And you…you’re not disgusted…seeing me like this? I- this was the quickest way I could get to you and-“ You give him another kiss.

“I think you look handsome.” You run your fingers through his wet hair and you feel a tentacle circle around your waist, bringing you into Azul’s chest once again. “Is it still loud?” You ask and Azul shakes his head, resting his chin on your head.

“No, not as loud. You’re very good at making the bad things go away.” His arms tighten their hold on you as tentacles wrap around your lower body. It didn’t take a genius to know that Azul was attempting to hold you as much as he could. Azul kisses you on the head.

“I just wish you would allow me to do the same for you.” You close your eyes, a wave of exhaustion hitting you and you let out a hum.

“I will.”

[isshua]

Breaking the Wall (Find Comfort in Those Who Might Hear You)

Sagau Xiao x Reader

I haven’t been feeling great lately, so I decided to write this little story to cheer myself up. I had this idea about what might happen if Teyvat’s environment were to reflect your emotions whenever you logged on, and by extension whatever character you are currently playing as. I also wanted to write my own play on a character “breaking the fourth wall” in order to communicate with their player. This story follows the more classic sagau trope of how the characters are semi-aware of the fact that they’re living in a videogame but view it as a sort of boundary between their world and ours.

Xiao is a huge comfort character to me and I mostly wrote this for myself as a way to cheer myself up. I thought it came out okay though, so I decided to share it here. Hope you guys enjoy! :)

To break the Wall meant instant termination.

  Teyvat made this clear. It would not allow its people to make contact with the divine world. Forging a connection that extended beyond the mechanics of life was simply not meant to be. The Vessels could communicate with the Creator within the bounds of Teyvat’s laws; that was what being a Vessel was all about in the first place. For non-Vessels, then such hopes for communication with the God Above All Gods was impossible. That was how Teyvat was designed. That was how things were meant to be.

  Xiao, typically, did not mind following the rules. After all, he was an immortal being with thousands of years of experience in his belt. He knew attempting to break the Wall would result in his death. Long ago, before he had been chosen to be one of the Creator’s envoys, he hadn’t even cared about the Wall. Why would he want to break it? Meddling in such matters was not of his concern. His duty was to protect Liyue, nothing more.

  But then he got to know you. And his feelings for you only grew. When you chose to, you guided him through his daily tasks with kind words and praising whispers. When your golden light possessed him, his karmic debt would dissipate and he would feel a thousand years younger than he really was. You took him to places he never dreamed of seeing: the peaks of Dragonspine, the streets of Inazuma City, the dunes of the Sumeru desert. With you, there was a sense of adventure. With you, there was excitement. With you, he felt whole.

  You did not speak often, not that he was bothered by it. He was an introverted soul, one who appreciated the silence between the two of you whenever you would travel together. Occasionally you would comment on the environment or the enemy he was fighting. Sometimes you grew frustrated after completing domains-not with him, he understood, but rather with the horribly mediocre artifacts the two of you would receive. He liked it when you laughed. The noise was so clear and invigorating, he found himself hoping to hear it every time you appeared. He liked when you would softly hum some unknown tune from the faraway land you inhabited. He loved it when you acknowledged him, how he was a stronger and better version of himself only because of your dedication to him despite knowing the many sins he has committed. If you could have known the impact you had on him, you might find it amusing to see how easy it had been to steal the aloof Yaksha’s heart.

  There were so many things about you that he loved. But there was one single thing he hated.

  He hated it when you cried.

  The day began as a typical one. You had not possessed him for the entire week, not that this was something to be worried by. You typically did disappear due to some strange thing called ‘college,’ but you always came back. Xiao largely spent his day patrolling Dihua Marsh, slaying monsters, and saving the occasional mortal from dying at the hands of hilichurl tribes. He did not interact with anyone beyond stiff acknowledgment; the only person he did talk to on a regular basis was the Traveler, and the last he heard of them, they were somewhere in Sumeru, ever exploring, always curious.

  Your presence was not anticipated, but it was welcomed. When your golden light descended upon him during late afternoon and he felt your presence tugging at his mind, he felt contentedly unsurprised. Your voice echoed his name: “Xiao. Let me in.”

  He did not resist and allowed your influence to settle within his body. “You called?” he murmured, halfheartedly hoping for a reply. You never did answer him whenever he greeted you, but that was due to the Wall. Conversations were strictly one-way.

  He waited for you to take control. Whether it meant being teleported somewhere or just taking off into Dihua Marsh, he knew the two of you would be off eventually. He waited. And waited. A minute went by. He did not move.

  “Your Grace?” he called out, puzzled. He could feel you, he knew you were there. So why weren’t you interacting? Surely you didn’t appear just to stare at him, right? What is going on?

  Something wet fell onto his hand.

  He looked up at the sky and immediately noticed the ugly gray clouds gathering overhead. A filter of mundane color cast out the light of the sun. Droplets of rain started pattering down onto his face, his hair, and his clothes, leaving him drenched. But he did not stop staring. Because within his head, he could hear soft sobbing.

  The Creator was weeping. And so Teyvat weeped along with them.

  The first thing he felt was anger. Who hurt you? he wanted to ask. Who would dare make you cry? But as he listened to your cries and watched the rain come down, he realized that anger would do nothing to help. He could not solve your problems. After all, he was in Teyvat, and you were somewhere else entirely. His second reaction was to comfort you, but he could think of nothing to say. The issue of you two being separated was still in effect. The Wall would not allow him to offer you any consoling words. He had no choice but to let you suffer alone.

  But by the Archons, you were making his heart ache. Xiao was one to usually think that tears were for the weak, but he could not make himself see you in a pathetic light. Would it not be pitiful of him to deem his Creator as a lamentable coward? He didn’t even know why you were crying. You could be in danger!

  That’s when he decided. I have to make contact with them.

  It was a nearly impossible feat. But he knew he could do it.

  Break the Wall. Establish communication.

  He had never heard of anyone doing it before. Not even Rex Lapis, the strongest god he knew, dared mess with such an unpredictable, mysterious force of power. The Wall was not hard to find, but it took willpower to face it. Xiao didn’t know if he would perish the moment he did, or if it would take time for him to dissolve away. There were too many possibilities of failure. He could think of no way this sudden plan of his would lead to success.

  But your crying was like a million arrows piercing into his heart, and the pain of his karmic debt was rising as he continued to soak in your negative emotions. He was hurting right along with you-but if he could only talk to you, things could be made right.

  Xiao held out his hand, and his jade spear materialized. He braced himself and raised the polearm high into the air. Focusing on the ground beneath him, he concentrated and felt his surroundings. The energy of Teyvat came to him quickly, most likely due to being exposed to your power for so long…and then he pinpointed it. The moment of weakness. He brought his spear down with every bit of strength he had and tore into the fabric of reality. A gaping hole of darkness ripped right under his feet. He did not scream when he fell in, nor did he grunt in pain when he slammed into a glass-like surface after his short freefall. Everything was dark, except for the millions of green bolts of  electricity racing all around him at the speed of light. Your golden glow encompassed him and fended off the overwhelming power this Abyss-like area radiated.

  He looked at his hands. His weapon was nowhere to be seen, and the tips of his fingers were…glitching. In fact, his entire body seemed to be crackling-falling apart and knitting itself back together with technic shrieks. It was a sure sign that he was in a place not meant for him. He had done it; he had broken through the Wall. Now he was beyond it, but where, he did not know. Surely this can’t be the Creator’s domain, he thought. This place was far too dark, and there was no hint of your aura anywhere except for within him. But it had to be the realm in which he would form a connection with you.

  He could still hear your crying, but now, it was less ‘in his head’ and much more clear. Xiao walked forward, his footsteps echoing against the glass floor. “Your Grace!” he called. “Can you hear me? It’s me, Adeptus Xiao!”

  No answer. He was utterly alone in this place…but the sound of your crying was getting undeniably louder. Xiao pinpointed on the direction in which it was coming from and took off. With each step he took, the glow of your light grew brighter. He took that as a sign of goodwill.

  And then, he saw you. You were sitting at a strange looking desk with your head buried in your arms. Xiao slowed to a walk and crept tentatively up to you. He had never seen your physical form before, and only had a minor grasp of your appearance from the various statues of you scattered across Liyue and the abstract depictions of your form in history books. To be honest, he had been expecting you to be a bit more…god-like. The person in front of him did not look like an all-powerful deity. They were ordinarily mortal, and possessed no external qualities that differentiated them from the average human being.

  But then you lifted your head to scrub your tears away, and his breath was lost within his chest. Within your eyes he could see countless stars, and flecks of gold were scattered through your hair. All around you, there was an explosion of light, and Xiao was exposed to the warming feeling of your aura at an even greater intensity than usual. This was you. You might have looked human, but you were undeniably, most definitely his god.

  “Your Grace,” he uttered, kneeling at your side. “It’s alright, I’m here now. I heard your cries. You called out my name. Please, let me speak to you.”

  You didn’t respond. The connection still wasn’t there. Xiao tried again. “Your Grace, can you hear me?”

  You let your head flop back into your arms and continued to sob. Xiao leaned back on the balls of his feet and couldn’t help but growl in frustration. That damned Wall was still keeping you and him apart! What more did he have to do in order to simply talk to you?

  His eyes flitted to the strange device set up on your desk. It had the appearance of a box, but at its front there was a screen, and on it was displayed a shrunken image of Dihua Marsh. This must be a divine mechanism. It’s a way for you to forge contact with Teyvat. What…what would happen if he touched it? Would that finally allow him to communicate with you? He had his doubts, but it was worth a shot.

  Without hesitation, he pressed his palm over the screen. There was a jolt of energy that started at his fingertips, then rocketed through his entire body. He shuddered at the electrocuting sensation and refused to allow himself to flinch away, even when every instinct in his body was telling him to do so. The Wall was trying to repel him; like hell he was going to allow it to do that.

  With his other hand, he reached out to you. At first, he was nervous to touch you, for why should a creature tainted by karmic debt and innocent blood be allowed to embrace the God Above All Gods? He shakily slipped his hand over your cheek and raised your head. Your cries stuttered, and your eyes widened open in confusion. You were not looking at him, but rather at your divine mechanism’s screen.

  “Don’t cry,” Xiao whispered. He swiped your tears away with his thumb. “There is no need to cry. I’m here. I’m with you.”

  He desperately hoped you could hear him. He hoped even more that you would reply.

  You had no idea what the hell was going on.

  Today was a horrible day. A day filled with anxiety and embarrassment and ruined expectations that things might go right, only for them to go wrong. When you returned to your room and let yourself collapse into your desk chair, you thought playing your favorite game might cheer you up. After all, losing yourself in a fantasy world was practically the best way to forget what the real world was like.

  You logged into Genshin Impact and found yourself where you left off last time you played: in Dihua Marsh. Your current character was Xiao, and he stared blankly out at you while you waited for the game to catch up with your internet and for everything to load in. But you did not feel any happier. In fact, you felt worse. The events of the day were just too much to simply forget, and pretty soon, your hand slipped off of your mouse as you slumped forward onto your desk and started to cry. It did not feel good to let your emotions out. The sobs shaking your body were ugly, and the tears staining your cheeks made you feel gross. But you couldn’t stop, and frankly, you didn’t expect to for quite some time. These were tears you had been holding in all week; it was only a matter of time before the dam broke and the water came rushing out.

  You did not expect to feel a sudden intuition to lift your head. You did not expect for your body to automatically follow that intuition, either. It was like someone was lifting it for you, and when your blurry eyes raised to focus on your computer’s screen, you were shocked to see that the in-game chat box had a message in it. It didn’t make any sense. You weren’t in a co-op world, and you were pretty sure you were far too preoccupied with crying your eyes out to accept someone’s co-op request. Could it be a glitch? Far too curious for your own good, you clicked on the chat box and opened it.

  Two words had been sent to you by an unknown entity with no icon. “Don’t cry.”

  “What…?” you mumbled.

  More messages appeared. “There is no need to cry.”

  “I’m here.”

  “I’m with you.”

  This had to be some sort of joke. Someone hacked your account. This had to be a real person.

  It was then that you noticed Xiao was gone.

  “I know what it feels like to break. I understand what you are feeling.”

  “Just know that I am here for you. I will always be here for you. All you have to do is call out my name.”

  “Xiao?” you breathed.

  You felt the phantom sensation of someone wiping your tears. The scent of Qingxin flowers wafted fainty around you.

  “Yes,” the chat-box answered. “I am here.”

[vodika-vibes]

Perfection

Summary: Jesse helps you understand that you're perfect to him.

Pairing: ARC Trooper Jesse x Reader

Word Count: 1422

Warnings: smutty. Or smutty adjacent? Let's just go with smutty.

Songs: None

A/N: I haven't written Jesse in a hot minute, so today you get Jesse! Rather than a character from my list. I don't know what came over me. Why does everything I write with Jesse come out Spicy? The world may never know.

Divider by saradika

“You’re staring, Jesse.”

“I can’t help it, babe.” Jesse replies from where he’s lounging on the couch, his golden brown eyes lingering on you as you move around the living room. “You’re gorgeous.”

You glance at him over your shoulder, “You are biased, love.”

Jesse tilts his head, his gaze drifting down to your hips, and then he slowly drags his gaze back up to meet your eyes, “Babe, I once got into a fistfight with one of my brothers because of how he was staring at you.”

You let out a laugh, “I’m sure he wasn’t staring at me, Jess.”

“Oh, he was.” Jesse replies, “Which is fair, you’re stunning, but he was staring in a disrespectful manner.”

“Is there a way to stare respectfully?” You ask as you turn your attention back to the shelf you are trying to organize.

“I stare respectfully.” He says promptly, a grin in his voice.

“Jesse, you’ve been staring at my ass for the last hour.” You reply with a laugh.

“I’ve been staring respectfully.”

You shake your head and absently pull a book off the shelf and flip through it, “Honestly, I’m not sure why you stare. I’m not exactly stare-worthy.” 

There’s silence for a moment, and then a deep sigh, “Cyare-”

You glance at Jesse, an apologetic twist to your mouth, “Sorry.”

He stands and walks over to you, lightly taking the book from your hands and placing it back on the shelf, and then he sets his hands on your hips and turns you so you’re facing him, “Someday, cyare, you’re going to believe me when I compliment you.”

“I don’t know, I’m apparently very stubborn.”

“Not stubborn.” Jesse counters, “You’re willful. There’s a difference.”

“Those are synonyms, Jesse.”

“Different connotations,” He replies, “Stubborn implies that you can’t be reasoned with. Willful implies that you know your own mind.” He cups your cheeks and tilts your head back slightly, “And I love you just as you are.”

You close your eyes and lean into his touch, taking a moment to turn your head to kiss the palm of his hand, “I love you too,” You murmur against the skin of his palm.

His hands slowly, gently, slide down your neck, and then to your shoulders. “You’re so beautiful,” Jesse murmurs, as one of his hands slides to the back of your neck and the other ghosts down your side, to your hip, to grip you tightly.

You lean against him, your eyes still closed, “I’m sure you could do better.” You admit quietly.

He scoffs, “Better than perfection?”

You tilt your head back to look up at him, “Perfection? Hardly.”

He frowns slightly, “Yes. Perfection.” Both of his hands move, and you release a startled noise when he effortlessly picks you up. You wrap your arms around his neck for support, and he coaxes your legs around his waist.

You absently trace his tattoo with one delicate finger, “I’m not perfect, Jesse. You don’t have to-” You’re cut off when his lips crash against yours, his lips, teeth, and tongue doing wonders to distract you.

“No more talking,” He says once you’re flushed and breathless, “It’s time for you to listen.” Jesse walks you into the bedroom and he grins at you when he drops you on the middle of the bed, and then crawls over you, so you’re pinned beneath him.

“Jess-” He presses a light finger against your lips, and then kisses you again.

“I love your eyes,” He murmurs, his lips trailing from your lips to ghost butterfly kisses against your eyelids, “They’re so expressive. I always know what you’re thinking and feeling just by looking at your eyes.”

His lips trail down your face, and he kisses the tip of your nose, “I love your nose. How it scrunches up when you see something you don’t agree with, the freckles that appear when you spend time in the sun, the way you bump it against mine when you want my attention.”

Jesse’s lips move again, ghosting against your own, “I love your lips. The way you smile whenever you see me. The way you frown when you read something that’s not quite true. The way they part when I kiss that one spot under your ear.”

He pulls back and grins at your pink face, and then he leans in again, his lips going to that spot under your ear that he mentioned, and then dragging down your jaw, and down your throat. “Love your voice,” He murmurs against your throat, “The way you say my name. The way you laugh. The stories you tell. The noises you make when I make you fall apart.”

His hands slide down your torso, and he swiftly peels your shirt off, tossing it to the side. And then his lips move from your throat to your shoulder, down your arm, and to your hands. He presses light kisses against the pads of your fingers, “Love your hands. The way you hold mine. And how you trace my tattoos and scars.” He kisses the palm of your hand, “Love the letters you write me when I’m away. Love the little things you make for me when you think I need a pick-me-up.”

Jesse kisses back up your arm and to your shoulder, where he spends a moment kissing and sucking and biting, until you have an obvious mark, and only then does he move his lips to your collar, and down your chest. 

He deftly removes your bra and tosses it to the side, and he rains light kisses against your breasts, his lips lingering first on one of your nipples, and then the other, pulling a soft moan from you. “Love your tits, babe. So soft and warm. The perfect size for my hands. And so very sensitive. Bet I could make you fall apart just by playing with them.” Jesse glances up at you and winks, “An experiment for later.”

You flush red, “Jess-”

“Shh, cyare. I’m not done yet.” Jesse chides with a grin. He presses several more kisses to your breasts, and then moves down your body. He kisses down to your stomach, and then moves to your hips, “Love your hips, cyare.” He murmurs, as he leaves a series of red marks on one hip, and then on the opposite hip, “Love the way I can grab them. Really love how I can use them to pull you closer. Love watching the way they sway when you walk.”

He presses a kiss just below your navel, and then smoothly lifts your hips from the bed, and tugs your shorts down in one smooth motion. And then he moves and he presses his lips against your calf. He doesn’t say anything, though, until his lips reach your knees, “Love your legs.” He murmurs against your skin, “Love the way you wrap them around me. The way you tangle them with mine when we’re getting ready for bed. The way they look when we’re laying out at the pool and you let me run the suntan lotion on them-” He closes his eyes and groans theatrically, “I really fucking love your legs.”

You release a breathless laugh, “Why do you think I always ask you? You’re not exactly subtle, love.”

“Minx.” He accuses fondly, and then he kisses your inner thighs. “Lift your hips, cyar’ika.” He murmurs, and then he grins as you immediately do as he asks. He slowly drags your panties down your legs and tosses them to the side to be dealt with later.

Jesse watches you for a moment, his gaze molten with desire, “Love your pretty pussy, cyar’ika.” He says in a low voice, leaning in and pressing a light kiss just over your clit, pulling a strangled moan from you, “Love how you're always so eager for me. How I barely have to do anything and you’re ready for anything.” He pauses, considering, and then kisses up your body, finally catching your lips with his.

You wrap your arms around him and arch against him. “Jesse-” You whine.

“Do you believe me yet?” he asks against your lips, “You are…absolute perfection.”

“I-”

He kisses you again and again, “Say yes, cyar’ika.” He murmurs against your lips, “Say yes, because I need you so bad right now.”

You whine, “Yes! Yes…please Jesse-”

His lips crash against yours, “Good girl.” He breathes out as he pulls back and peels his own shirt off, “Lay back and relax, pretty girl. I’ll take care of you.”

[d1ana-m0nd]

╭─► ❝The Servant: Umbrella Academy's Servant❞

Five Hargreeves × Female! Reader || Written by Diana (d1ana-m0nd)

➢ Description : It's a well known fact that Sir. Reginald Hargreeves adopted 7 children to save the world from it's impending doom. Though, the number of children will change from 7 to 8 once a close friend of his, Rita Rossweisse was on her death bed and requested him to take in her child, who fortunately was born on October 1st 1989.

➢ Word Count : 9,850

➢ Links : Masterlist && Character Profile

Chapter 1: We Only See Each Other at Weddings and Funerals

Under the eccentric billionaire's order, Pogo gathered the remaining people of the Umbrella Academy to Mr. Reginald Hargreeves office. All three of them stood in front of his desk: The robot nanny, The advanced chimpanzee, and the ever youthful servant named Y/N. The three of them were standing stiffly on their spot, patiently awaiting for the head of the Hargreeves household to speak.

As they awaited, silence became the norm. Although silence has always been the norm in the Hargreeves household, it was rarely tense, rather, this type of silence only occured when the others were still around, especially during their missions. Though you would suppose it was reasonable, after all, their lives were at stake when trying to save the world, and they wouldn't want to repeat "their" mistake back in 2006.

But it doesn't answer the question, why was it so tense now?

Was the Monocle planning something?

You breathed through your nostrils as though knowing that the assumption would make sense since, lately, you have noticed Pogo and Grace talking amongst themselves about something you were not aware of, though you did recall Grace looking dejected every time it was brought up.

"Mr. Monocle, may I have the permission to raise a query?" You broke the silence, making the scribbling noise abruptly stop. The cold eyes his children criticized him for were now gazing into your very soul, thus casting a spell upon your skin to shiver in a rippling manner. Despite knowing how he acts as a person, you will never get used to his actions.

"I have encouraged your lot to raise questions for a reason, so do not hold back when it comes to your curiosity." He encouraged his utmost attention to you, which made you more nervous than usual.

"Ms. Grace and Mr. Pogo have been mumbling to themselves about a plan to bring the Umbrella Academy back. I recall them periodically mentioning someone's death. I'm assuming they are referring to an important figure in their life, someone who will make them come back to where they came from…" You paused breathing through your teeth then continued. "So, they must be referring to you, yes?"

The Monocle looked satisfied with your answer then resumed scribbling on his priceless notebook. "I specifically told them to leave you breadcrumbs so I expect no less of you to catch onto our scheme."

The man who was deemed by his children to be a monster praised you in his own way but for some reason you felt dumbfounded by the confirmation. It even felt like your body was refusing to accept it. As the Monocle laid out the plan he had in mind, you tried to listen intently, keyword, tried.

"Is this necessary?" You blurted out. Their eyes darted to you, which made you want to shrink to the size of a molecule.

"I just don't think taking your life is worth exchanging to assemble the Umbrella Academy… Why don't you try calling them over? Like inviting them over for family dinner?" You suggested awkwardly rubbing the back of your nape.

"As much as we understand where you are going Ms. Y/N, I'm afraid that won't work with how…" The formal chimpanzee paused, trying to look for the right word. "Strained their relationship with their father is."

This whole thing began a cataclysm in your head, questions erupted left and right, your rationale losing its grip with reality because of how much it starts questioning the how's, the why's and what's of the situation you were in. However there was one thing for sure, the eccentric billionaire wants to assemble the academy and there has to be an objective behind it and what could it possibly be?

What could be the danger that made him gamble his life for the Umbrella Academy's return?

As you tried to rationalize, an intrusive thought disrupted your line of thinking.

"Master Five, your father is requesting for you to finish your breakfast. Now isn't the time for you to experiment with your abilities. You will have more time to explore them after the meal." You repeated the head of Hargreeves household's words, though they weren't the exact wording since you paraphrased it because you believed his original phrasing was harsh.

The boy in school shorts slowly turned to you with a familiar scowl on his face, almost mirroring his father's signature look. "You infuriate me."

He took slow steps towards your direction, his eyes not leaving your figure. It felt like you were a deer in headlights willingly awaiting for your death to come. Oddly enough, you kept your composure, externally unbothered but internally dreading what will happen next.

"All you ever do is follow that old man like a puppet, you can't even think for yourself and you speak as though you are following a script." He spat, his words seething with anger but for what?

"I have no use for you, so go back to your box." Five ended with a glare and walked away as though he was satisfied with the damage he had done to you.

"What about Number Five?" You suddenly uttered out, the intrusive thought bringing back his existence into both your mind and the room you were present in at the moment. "How will you know he will come back?"

"I know he will come back but, you are free to call my statement a hunch if it helps you sleep at night." The Monocle stated with a discernible look on his face followed by him quickly dismissing you three for the night.

The news of Mr. Reginald Hargreeves flooded throughout the streets of America: the televisions, the radios, and the people talked of it like it was the only thing worth talking about. Though it was understandable considering how impactful he was in today's society though some were rejoicing in his death for obvious reasons… However, what they didn't know was that this was all part of the plan.

You waited at the front of the door, in your best Victorian maid outfit, your hair was arranged how you wanted to be and you wore special shoes for the occasion. The others will probably say that you looked the same as usual and you will admit you looked the same, but it made you feel and look the part, the part of a servant.

The door creaked, which caught your attention. Your gaze was then directed to the humongous ape hybrid man of the Umbrella Academy, who was now struggling to not break the door handle while trying to maintain his balance. You presume he is still getting used to the Earth's gravity that's why he was struggling.

"Early as always Master Luther." You commended the larger male with a smile on your face.

"I'm sorry if I break something by accident, you know how long I've been on the moon and all." He muttered with a charming awkward smile on his face.

"It's fine, I don't think your father would really mind especially with how hard you've been working on the moon for years now." You reassured the male. You guys had a small chat until he left to take a short nap.

As you stood there waiting for the others, you decided that you were going to get some water for yourself and a chair so you could rest while waiting for the others. Out of nowhere, someone slammed the front double doors. You quickly went into a fighting stance, the portable staff ready to be equipped into the fight but, instead of facing danger, you were facing a man who was a danger to himself.

"ROSEYYY!" Klaus yelled out that terrible nickname he gave you since you guys were children. You weren't primarily fond of it because of how crappy it was but you forced yourself to tolerate it.

Your once wary self relaxed at the sight of him. "Master Klaus, I'm glad you are still in good condition but, it would have been preferable if you entered in a less heart-attack inducing way."

"You and I both know that I'm the light of the party!" The seance declared then circled around you, his arm hanging around your neck. "Which means, I have the responsibility to make this party fun for everyone. And~ just because it's a funeral doesn't mean it shouldn't be fun~ "

"I suppose that would make grieving a lot easier." You said rather uncertain about your response though Klaus didn't catch onto it.

"That's the spirit! Oh, by the way, have you seen Pogo?"

"I haven't, last time I checked he was in the basement…"

"Great! I'll just take a trip down memory lane while waiting for the others." He said then walked off as though he didn't make a big scene, though you doubt that he was planning to take a trip down to "memory lane".

You sat on a nearby chair and waited for the others to show up for the next 2 hours, though the interactions weren't that interesting.

"Good Morning Master Diego." You greeted the kraken with a smile just like the others though he didn't reciprocate your gesture. He just acknowledged your greeting with a nod, then went straight for the living room to loiter. As you waited for the others, you could hear knives being thrown at random directions, most likely his remedy for his boredom.

An hour later, the rumor arrived with her luggage in hand. You both exchanged pleasantries as you assisted her to her room with her luggage though she kept insisting she can carry it. But, you managed to talk her out of it, though you can tell she only felt bad because of how young you looked, despite your mental age.

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Just outside the Umbrella Academy, a certain petite lady had arrived. She stared at the building before her but it felt like it was menacingly staring her down, as if warning her that it was her last chance to run away. Vanya was hesitant to enter and scared to be reunited with her siblings - adoptive siblings - who were most likely not on good terms with her after her book. However, she knew that she couldn't keep running away from them, so she took a deep breath then entered her childhood home.

Despite the fear that lingered, it subsided once she saw the interior of the house. Everything looked the same; the house felt untouched even after all the years that had passed, it was oddly comforting. Though it was most likely in Grace's programming to keep things in order that would please her father, the same could be applied to Y/N but she's mostly responsible for cleaning the yard though.

It was rather comforting that things haven't changed though it felt odd not being able to see Y/N be at the entrance to greet her. It was usually her job to greet everyone and congratulate them over the littlest of things like surviving a mission or mastering a certain skill.

Was she out to get groceries?

Vanya looked for signs of Y/N but found none. She decided to approach someone else who might know where you were. Luckily, she saw Grace by the fireplace, her attention enamored by how the fire danced and flickered.

"Hey Mom," Vanya greeted, but she didn't acknowledge the violinist's presence.

"Mom?" She repeated yet received no response.

"Vanya?" A new voice called out.

The petite girl awkwardly turned to where the voice came from and was met with her sister, Allison Hargreeves. The actress who recently got a divorce but is starring in a lot of movies like romcoms.

"You're actually here." She said in disbelief though there was a small smile present.

"Hey Allison."

"Hey Sis."

In spite of how awkward it was, both of the girls hugged it out. However, a man clad in black leather had other plans. Said man came out of where he was loitering then walked past his sisters.

"What is she doing here? You don't belong here. Not after what you did." Diego sneered at the violinist.

"You're seriously gonna do this today?" The actress asked, it was evident on her facial features that she did not want to deal with Diego's whining.

The brown-haired male didn't give her a piece of his mind but Allison was having none of it. "Way to dress for the occasion by the way."

"At least, I'm wearing black." The male in black snarked back at her and continued on with wherever he was planning to go.

"You know what, maybe he's right. I shouldn't-" Vanya muttered, as she was about to retreat back to her apartment but a familiar voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Miss Vanya, you may think that Diego is right but not all of us share the same sentiment as him. For now, let's put the feud past us and gather as a family to mourn for your father's loss." You said. Your words were comforting the uneasiness she felt, at least now she knew that two people - besides Pogo and Grace - wanted her to stay.

Once Diego's sour words were dissolved by you and Allison's overwhelming sweetness. You and the violinist were left by yourselves to explore the eccentric billionaire's house, what Vanya used to deem as her home. But, now it's a house filled with bitter memories for her.

"Miss Vanya, is it alright that I follow you around for a while?" You questioned her, the smile you wore around her over the years seemed like had no intention of being wiped off.

"Y/N, I told you to stop using honorifics around me." The petite girl reminded you, as she reciprocated your smile.

You giggle at the reminder. "It can't be helped, with how much I've been around Pogo, I just couldn't help but pick up the habit."

The brown-haired girl entered the living room with you. Her eyes wandered trying to identify if some changes were made, though she couldn't see any big difference. Unless you and Grace decided to move a decorative piece a few centimeters to the right, then she definitely would not have noticed that detail. As she surveyed the room, she couldn't help but, drift to the section of the bookshelf where her autobiography was nestled in between.

Suddenly, the advanced chimpanzee walked into the living room. A smile adorned his face when his eyes landed on the violinist whilst he adjusted his glasses.

"Welcome home Miss Vanya"

"Pogo." The brunette muttered then went to his side and hugged him.

"So good to see you." Pogo greeted but then his gaze shifted at the book that was in Vanya's hands. "Ah yes, your autobiography."

"Do you know, um…" Vanya glances down at the book hesitating to bring up the question but goes along with it anyway. "Did he ever read it?"

"Not that I am aware of."

Based on Vanya's lack of response, you could tell that she was both not surprised and disappointed. All those years of being by her side made reading her so easier. Just like the others, she was hell-bent on being recognized by their father, the only difference was that she wanted to be treated like an equal.

The petite woman then diverted her attention to the painting above the fireplace. "How long has it been since Five disappeared?"

"It's been 16 years, 4 months, and 14 days." You and Pogo said in unison, both of you shared a small smile not expecting to say it at the same time.

"Your father insisted we keep track," You stated, though you had a different reason for keeping track. You promise to yourself that once he comes back, you will redeem yourself for your past failure.

"You wanna know something stupid? I always used to leave the lights on for him. I was scared he would come back. It would be late, the house would be dark and he wouldn't be able to find us, so he'd leave again."

"So, every night me and Y/N make a little snack and make sure all the lights are on." The violinist recalled, a small smile on her face as she reminisced how you helped her at night making sandwiches and turning on all the lights at night though, Pogo did nag you both at one point for wasting electricity, so you guys had to revert to using lanterns.

"Oh, I remember your snacks. I'm pretty sure I stepped on half those peanut butter and marshmallow sandwiches." The formal chimpanzee chuckled. While you tried your best to suppress your laughter, as you remembered the night you witnessed Pogo slipped on one of the marshmallow sandwiches.

"Your father always believed that Number Five was still out there somewhere. He never lost hope." The advanced chimpanzee reassured Vanya that the day of his return would come.

"And look where that got him." The brunette pessimistically said.

Spaceboy ordered you, Pogo, and Grace to gather the others in the living room. You and Pogo didn't waste any time and made sure everyone was in the place where Luther requested them all to be. Grace even hastened her usual pace to make snacks for everyone to munch on.

The numbers of the Umbrella Academy were all gathered in the living room. Although there were only a handful of people in the room, no words were exchanged. The only thing that was audible was the fire crackling, and the sound of Klaus concocting himself's special poison - an alcoholic beverage - from the bar.

"I guess we should get this started," The ape-hybrid-man stood up then suggested. "So, I figured we could have a sort of memorial service in the courtyard at sundown. Say a few words, just at Dad's favorite spot."

"Dad had a favorite spot?" Allison raised the question, surprised that this never went under her radar.

"You know, under the oak tree. We used to sit out there all the time. None of you ever did that?" Luther added but everyone else was dumbfounded by the new information.

"Will there be refreshments?" Klaus asked as he brought his drink to where everyone else was at. "Tea? Scones? Cucumber sandwiches are always a winner."

"What? No. And put that out. Dad didn't allow smoking in here."

"I agree with Master Luther, please put that out Mr. Klaus, the smell is unpleasant and it takes a while to ventilate the house. I recommend you smoke outside if you're hell-bent on letting off steam though." You suggested to the seance as you stood behind his slouching figure, which made him jump, have you been behind him since the very beginning? He didn't see nor hear your footsteps.

"Is that my skirt?" Allison raised a brow at her brother's fashion choice.

"What?" The brown-haired male looked down at the bottom part of his outfit then smiled. "Oh, yeah, this. I found it in your room. It's a little dated, I know, but it's very breathey on the bits."

"Listen up. Still some important things that we need to discuss, all right?" The ape-man said calmly, gaining everyone's attention simultaneously because they knew something was about to implode.

"Like what?"

"Like the way he died."

"And here we go." Diego muttered as he rolled his eyes at Luther.

Based on his words, you knew that Diego thought that Luther was being overdramatic but you thought otherwise, after all you were an accomplice. You knew where this was going, you can only hope they would go for the bait but, you highly doubt it knowing how they are not coordinated with one another. Though, there was a slim chance they would work together, it was slim but it was better than holding onto nothing.

Vanya's brows were knitted together in confusion. "I don't understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack."

"Yeah, according to the coroner." Spaceboy emphasizes 'the coroner' as though they weren't reliable. If anything, they were more reliable than the paparazzi.

"Well, wouldn't they know?"

"Theoretically."

"Theoretically?" Vanya repeated, not following through with where Luther was going with. To be fair, she was not alone, everyone was as confused as her.

"I'm just saying, at the very least, something happened. The last time that I talked to Dad, he sounded strange."

" Kudos to Mr. Hargreeves for tricking Luther into believing him. Though, I shouldn't be surprised considering how he becomes gullible when it comes to Mr. Monocle." You mused as you played with the ends of your hair, giving away to the others that you were deep in thought.

Diego will not say it but he's had his eye on you since this meeting has started. He didn't understand why you were taking everything to heart. You were never the type to be serious unless told to be. This 'meeting' wasn't even serious, it was all bullshit. Which made him think, what were you thinking?

"Oh, quelle surprise!" Klaus gurgled through his drink.

"Strange how?"

"He sounded on edge. Told me I should be careful who to trust." The dark blonde-haired male reasoned but no one was buying his words.

"Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles." The Kraken angrily retorted.

"No, He must have known something was going to happen." Luther turned his attention to Klaus "Look, I know you don't like to do it, but I need you to talk to Dad."

"I can't just call Dad in the afterlife and be like, 'Dad, could you just… stop playing tennis with Hitler for a moment and take a quick call?'. " The Seance exclaimed with jazz hands.

"Plus, I'm not in the right… frame of mind." The brown-haired male added.

"You're high?" Allison said in disbelief.

"Yeah! Yeah!" Klaus laughed as he confirmed her statement.

"I mean, how are you not? Listening to this nonsense?"

"Well, sober up, this is important." Luther ordered him, to which Klaus reluctantly sighed, knowing he didn't have much of a choice.

"Then there's the issue of the missing monocle." The ape hybrid added to his conspiracy. Even though it was silent, you could hear the others internally groaning as more words came out of his mouth.

"Y/N, while you were cleaning up Dad's room, was the monocle still there?"

"Last night I wasn't assigned to give him medicine, it was Mrs. Grace's turn. So I can't be too sure if he wore the monocle. Though the crime scene cleaners and investigators did let me know that they made sure to keep everything in the same spot." You reported, as your thinking pose shifted into your default one.

"Make sure to check the cameras around the time they were cleaning." He commanded, you bowed in return to confirm you will do as he says.

"Who gives a shit about a stupid monocle?" Diego barked as he stood up, nearing Luther's figure.

This was only an assumption but you could tell that Diego was catching onto where Luther was going with. If a fight were to break out, you had to make sure to pin down Diego first before any damage could be done.

"Exactly," Spaceboy agreed then added. "It's worthless. So whoever took it, I think it was personal. Someone close to him. Someone with a grudge."

"Where are you going with this?"

"Oh isn't it obvious, Klaus? He thinks one of us killed Dad." Diego hissed followed by him glaring at the person who was supposed to lead the Umbrella Academy, instead of retorting back his’ brother’s accusation, Luther went silent.

"You do?!" Klaus exclaimed in disbelief.

"How could you think that?" Vanya questioned.

"Great job, Luther. Way to lead." The Kraken angrily stated as he started to walk away from Luther's shit show - his words not yours.

"That's not what I'm saying." The dark blond-haired male tried to explain but he was cut off.

"You're crazy, man. You're crazy. Crazy."

"I'm not finished!"

"Ok well, sorry, I'm just gonna go murder Mom, I'll be right back."

"That's not what Mr. Luther was saying." You tried to butt in only to be ignored.

"I didn't-" Luther sighed, finally reading into the idea that it was pointless to reason anymore.

"Allison," Luther called out "The Rumor" but she walked away from him. "Jeez…"

"That went well…" He muttered to himself, not realizing there was still another person left behind.

"Master Luther, might I suggest something regarding your endeavor to uncover this mysterious monocle thief?"

"Y/N I appreciate the help but, I think I need time for myself now…" Spaceboy breathed through his nose.

"I understand, I will let you be after this but, you have to keep in mind that whilst investigating you must broaden your scope, especially your list of suspects." You dropped a huge hint, just like the Monocle told you to do so.

"Au revoir." You said, leaving Number 1 by himself, like the lonely number he was.

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16 years ago is the day Umbrella Academy debuted. There's a robbery at Capital West Bank at Main and Sixth, this was Umbrella Academy's first mission so the numbers were dispatched to resolve the issue however, you and Vanya were exempted from it so you were both forced to stay by Mr. Reginald Hargreeves' side.

The eccentric billionaire brought out his small hand held telescope and pointed it to where the mission was taking place. From a distance, you could barely tell what was going on but, you weren't worried for them. The thieves can't compare to the umbrella academy's strength, so you knew you had nothing to worry about because they could handle themselves. However, someone else was bothered by the thought of being left out.

"Why can't I go play with the others?" The young violinist questioned, her eyes longingly staring at her family who were having 'fun' without her.

"We've been through this before, Number Seven," Mr. Hargreeves paused as he lowered his telescope. "I'm afraid there's just nothing special about you."

"Oh."

Silence reigned the atmosphere even after the Monocle left you both to your own devices. At the moment, he was being interviewed by the press. With plenty of time and privacy in your hands, you try to cheer up Vanya but she is still looking over at the others.

"Personally, I think your special Vanya. Mr. Monocle has kept you by his side for a long time now, despite having no powers, so there has to be a reason behind it." You tried comforting her.

Vanya exhaled as her gaze descended down to her feet. "He only keeps me by his side because he knows he can't throw me away."

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The song 'I think we're alone now' played, Luther usually played that song whenever the Monocle left the house. As the song's lyrics went from one ear to another, you couldn't help but recall the days of the other numbers dancing to the song with their own dance moves that each expressed themselves as a person. The thought of it made you smile as you busied yourself helping Miss Grace around the house.

As you were smiling and humming to yourself the song that Luther played, your attention was suddenly taken away by the sound of thunder rumbling, followed by blue light flashing from the outside, and the sound of all the metal objects being thrown towards the wall. Just like everyone else, you went outside to check what was going on, only to find a blue ball of energy appearing in the middle of the backyard, accompanied by the wind howling in its presence.

"What is it?" The violinist questioned, increasing her volume a little so everyone could hear her.

"Don't get too close!" Allison said worried for both of your safety, with a hand on both you and Vanya's shoulder to stop you guys from doing anything stupid.

"Yeah, no shit." The Kraken shot back.

"Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly." Luther paused as he tried to analyze it again then added. "Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two."

"Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan."

"Out of the way!" Klaus shoved the bigger man with a fire extinguisher in hand.

"What are you-"

The seance sprayed the fire extinguisher towards the strange blue ball but, his attempt didn't work so he decided to throw it towards the hole thinking it would work yet, nothing happened.

"What is that gonna do?" The rumor gave her brother - the rarely sober one - a questioning look.

Klaus shrugged. "I don't know! Do you have a better idea?"

Electricity around the blue ball crackled as the wind howling became stronger, as an image of a person in the blue ball became more visible. It seemed like the person was attempting to cross through the portal, which alarmed Luther and Diego.

"Who, whoa, whoa. Everyone, get behind me." The ape hybrid man stepped up and used his larger frame as a shield for everyone.

"Yeah, get behind us." Diego added as his smaller but well built frame shield you and Klaus.

"Well, I vote for running, c'mon!" The lanky man shouted trying to drag you back into the house but you stood your ground and swatted his hand away.

Everyone is rooted to the ground, their eyes staring right at the portal. As the mysterious person started to become younger and smaller - though you felt like your eyes were deceiving you - then said person fell out. As the portal faded, everyone began to approach the person that came from the portal. The young brown haired male gathered his footing, his clothes larger than his frame, his mere presence left everyone flabbergasted.

"Does anyone else see little Number Five, or is that just me?" Klaus asked out loud.

Klaus' question prompted Five to look down and realize he was back to his 15nth year old self, "Shit."

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At the moment, everyone was trying to process the bizarre specimen before them. Said specimen was not doing anything weird, if anything Five was just prepping his ingredients and materials to make marshmallow sandwiches. Though the others were staring at him as though he was an apparition that the seance had successfully resurrected in one go.

The younger male could feel their inquisitive stares, instead he chose to sigh and raise a question. "What's the date? The exact date."

"The 24th," The petite woman replied, her confusion still apparent on her facial features.

"Of what?"

"March."

"Good." He said and continued on like nothing happened.

Everyone stared at the younger male as though he was out of place. Truth be told, he is out of place among them but from an outside perspective he would easily be deemed as the younger brother. Whilst you, on the other hand, had stopped functioning. You refused to believe that Mr. Hargreeves knew that Five would return the moment he would die.

"So, are we gonna talk about what just happened?" Luther asked yet he was ignored by the boy silently making his marshmallow sandwiches.

Noticing his “younger” brother’s neglect, the larger male abruptly stands up. "It's been 16 years."

Five scoffed at the other male's statement, then teleported to the shelf behind Luther. "It's been a lot longer than that."

"I haven't missed that." Spaceboy murmured though you couldn’t tell if he was referring to Five’s attitude or how he loosely uses his powers.

"Where'd you go?" Diego questioned.

"The future. It's shit, by the way." The younger male teleported back to the table once he got what he was looking for.

"Called it!" Klaus exclaimed happily.

"I should've listened to the old man," Five grumbled as he teleported to the fridge and opened it. "You know, jumping through space is one thing, jumping through time is a toss of the dice."

The brown-haired male blinked back to the table and paused, then examined Klaus' outfit. "Nice dress."

"Oh, well, danke !" The seance accepted his - physically - younger brother's compliment.

"Wait, how did you get back?" The violinist inquired.

"In the end, I had to project my consciousness forward into a suspended quantum state version of myself that exists across every possible instance of time." Five explained but his answer left them with more questions and more confusion.

"That makes no sense." Diego replied, which he will grow to regret later.

"Well, it would if you were smarter." The younger male retorted. To which the kraken took offense, as he abruptly stood up and tried to tackle Five but Luther blocked him with his arm.

"If you are that desperate to understand, ask someone to translate it for you in simpler terms. If you want to ask who could possibly condense it down to your level of intelligence then, I suggest you ask the other 15 year old in the room." The younger brown-haired male sarcastically recommended as he side glanced at you.

Everyone followed his gaze which resulted in everyone's attention on you, which made you freeze up, not expecting to be acknowledged out of the blue. "Well… From what I understood, Master Five miscalculated during his time travel, because of the miscalculation he was only able to project his consciousness and not his physical form at the time. And, since his physical form didn't develop during this period, he was forced to manifest in his 15 year old body. Am I correct Master Five?"

"Close enough." Five confirmed though there was a slight error in your explanation but he does not want to go into tangent about it because he knew that it would be pointless and he would start deviating from the main topic.

"How long were you there?" Luther asked.

"31 years, Give or take."

Simultaneously, Diego and Luther sat down. You raised a brow at this, complemented with an amused look on your face. Although neither would admit it, they both shared the same brain cell most of the time and it was hilarious.

"What are you saying? That you're 46?" The ape hybrid inquired, his tone giving away his disbelief.

"No, my consciousness is 46. Apparently, my body is now 15 again." The younger male corrected the larger male.

"Wait, how does that even work?" Vanya raised one of her brows yet she was ignored.

"Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh." Five looks out the window, his back facing his siblings as he eats the sandwich, then he faces his siblings. "Bet she's laughing now."

"Delores?" The violinist's question was ignored once again as his gaze was fixated on the newspaper.

"Guess I missed the funeral."

"How'd you know about that?" The ape hybrid man asked.

Five rolled his eyes at Spaceboy's question. "What part of the future do you not understand?"

The younger male read the paper's headline then asked. "Heart failure, huh?"

"Yeah."

"No."

Five clicked his tongue. "Nice to see nothing's changed."

"Uh, that's it? That's all you have to say?" Allison grunted, confused by his stunt.

"What else is there to say? The circle of life." The boy commented as he left, just like how he left to get milk 16 years ago.

"Well… That was interesting." Luther stated as silence settled among them.

Once the abrupt family reunion ended, everyone left the kitchen to prepare themselves for the funeral. On the other hand, the servants of the Hargreeves household were busy tending to their tasks while helping the others. As you finished your chores, Pogo did not hesitate to switch shifts with you in monitoring the CCTVs, though as you were monitoring it. You couldn’t keep your eyes off of Five, his mere existence boggled you. It didn’t help that you kept replaying what Mr. Hargreeves said to you.

"I know he will come back but, you are free to call my statement a hunch if it helps you sleep at night." It still felt unnerving that he knew and it even felt more unnerving seeing the real deal before your eyes.

Although you were in a dazed state, your mind didn’t completely block out the noise from the physical world. When you heard pitter-patter hitting the window, you shifted your gaze to the outside and noticed the change of weather. People say that whenever the sky darkens and the rain occurs at a funeral, it means the angels are mourning because one of God’s children died. While others say it’s both an inconvinience and a coincidence. Truth be told, the rain did fit the atmosphere for mourning, though the children of the Monocle would say otherwise.

As you were monitoring the CCTVs, Pogo called over everyone to prepare themselves for the funeral. In spite of the rain, you all still went along with the funeral. Everyone brought an umbrella with them, except Luther and Diego. The atmosphere was serious but someone disrupted the mourning.

"Did something happen?" The robot asked with a smile which caught Everyone’s stares.

"Dad died. Remember?" Allison reminded her.

Grace’s smile faltered at the statement. "Oh. Yes, of course."

"Is mom okay?” The Rumor asked concerningly.

"Yeah, yeah, she's fine. She just needs to rest. You know, recharge.” Diego reassured them, the others doubted his words but went along with it anyway.

"Whenever you are ready dear boy." Pogo signaled. To which, Luther stared at the vase and took a few steps before opening the lid, instead of gracefully dancing with the wind, the ashes of the old man fell out.

"Probably would have been better with some wind." The larger man remarked.

"Does anyone wish to speak?" Pogo brought up but everyone went silent.

"Very well," Pogo adjusts "In all regards, Sir Reginald Hargreeves made me what I am today. For that alone, I shall forever be in his debt. He was my master… and my friend, and I shall miss him very much. He leaves behind a complicated legacy-"

"He was a monster." Diego interrupted, despite the horror that was ridden in the other’s faces, Klaus was laughing as more words came out of his brother’s mouth. "He was a bad person and a worse father. The world's better off without him,"

"Diego." Allison called out.

"My name is Number Two." He corrected her then added. "You know why? Because our father couldn't be bothered to give us actual names. He had mom do it."

"Would anyone like something to eat?" Grace interrupted once again.

"Ms. Grace, that won't be necessary." You shut her down.

"Oh, okay."

"Look, you wanna pay respects?" Diego spits on the dust then gestured at it as he spoke. "Go ahead. But at least be honest about the kind of man he was."

"You should stop talking now." Luther warned Number Two as he took small steps towards the smaller male.

Diego shifted his gaze towards Luther. "You know, you of all people should be on my side here, Number One."

"I am warning you."

"After everything he did to you?" Diego slowly walked towards Spaceboy.

"He had to ship you a million miles away-" The latino went right up at his face and glared at the larger male.

"Diego, stop talking."

"-That's how much he couldn't stand the sight of you!" Diego harshly pointed his finger towards Luther's chest.

Luther grabbed Diego's hand then performed a right hook to go for Diego’s head but he dodged it, followed by a left hook to which Diego swiftly dodged as well. Both numbers grunted with each fist they threw and dodged.

"Boys, stop this at once!" The advanced chimpanzees' words fell into deaf ears as both males went on with their fist fight. You were about to intervene but, Five grabbed your wrist.

"Their grown men, not children, let them handle this on their own." Five advised you. You knew it was not a direct order but, his words made you hesitant. Against your will, you stayed by his side.

Luther slammed his arm onto Diego which caused him to stagger back but, he managed to tank it and wore a smug look. The latino then taunted the larger man, "Come on, Big boy."

Luther jabbed but missed, Diego punched him in the gut, as Spaceboy was hunched back Diego drummed the larger man's back.

"Stop it!" The violinist screamed yet no one heed her words.

"Hit him! Hit him!" Klaus egged on.

Luther did a left hook but Diego countered it. Seeing that no one was going to listen to Pogo, he sighed and scoffed as he leaves the children by themselves.

Number One grabbed Diego's collar and threw him near Ben's statue. When the latino was on his knees, Luther tried to punch him but, Diego kneed his stomach. The clad in black tried to kick Luther again but Luther pushed him. Before he could apply more force, Diego turned the tables.

"Get off me!" Diego shouted.

Luther tried to slam his arm but, Diego was quick to dodge with a complimentary punch. Both were now panting and staggering, barely on their feet. Everyone’s eyes were on the fight but you had your eyes on Diego’s distance. He was dangerously near Ben's statue.

"I don't have time for this." Five muttered then return inside.

"Come here, big boy!" Diego taunted once again.

Luther ran towards him and sent a punch towards his direction but due to Luther being slow, Diego was able to dodge it. Ben's statue instead became the victim of Luther's wrath.

"Oh…" Klaus’ face shifted to shock as he witnessed Ben’s downfall… twice if you count the statue as Ben’s replacement.

"And there goes Ben's statue." Allison said under her breath then begins to walk away from the fight.

Out of nowhere, Diego brought out one of his knives.

"Diego, no!" You and Vanya shouted in unison.

Before you could run and tackle the Kraken, he already threw the knife toward Luther’s direction. Luckily, Luther's arm only got scraped. Even though you failed to protect him, you quickly rushed to his side as he frantically pants. He hurriedly covered up the wound and retreated to the house, to which you followed.

Once you were finished with helping Luther, you were quick to go downstairs and check on Five. You already lost him once, you don’t want to lose him under your guard again. On your way there, you passed by Allison who seemed relieved seeing you.

"How's Luther?" She asked, concern evident in her eyes.

"Master Luther's fine, luckily the wound was not deep and it merely grazed him. Though, I hope that next time he does not easily get reeled in by Diego's taunting." You said wishfully even though you were aware that was not bound to happen considering their track record over the years.

"I doubt that. After all, boys will be boys." The rumor’s statement made you smile since there was some truth to it. Although you all had been apart for years, the others didn’t change, they were still the same people you grew up with. Hopefully nothing could change that.

As both of you arrive at the kitchen, you guys witness that Five is looking for something, whilst Klaus was on the table loitering and doing his own thing. You didn’t think much about the number of people until Allison raised a question "Where's Vanya?"

"Oh, she's gone." Klaus replied.

Out of instinct, you were about to go and leave the kitchen to look for the violinist but then, you remembered your original objective and stayed in the kitchen instead and just mentally said sorry to Vanya.

"That's unfortunate." Five said as he slammed the refrigerator closed.

"Yeah." Allison was taken aback by Five’s statement, especially knowing the type of person he usually puts up front, until he added on. "An entire square block. 42 bedrooms, 19 bathrooms but no, not a single drop of coffee."

"Mr. Hargreeves hated caffeine." You reminded him but he glared at you to silence you, which worked.

"Well, he hated children, too, and he had plenty of us." Klaus remarked with a laugh.

"I'm taking the car." The younger male was about to blink to where the cars were parked until you interrupted him. "Master Five, where are you going?"

"To get a decent cup of coffee." He hissed at you with venom.

Truth be told, you didn’t understand why he would need to go outside, he could have just asked you to buy coffee for him or you make one for him instead. Though you supposed that would take longer than he would like, and knowing his patience and unspoken dislike of you, he would not appreciate the time you took.

"Do you even know how to drive?" Allison questioned which only caused his furrow brows to become more prominent.

"I know how to do everything."

As Five was about to teleport away, you grabbed him by the wrist before he could blink away.

"May I come with you?"

"I'm 46 years old, I don't need a babysitter." He hissed, clearly hating the idea of being babysat by you.

"Master Five, I'm not coming with you to babysit you, I'm coming with you because I need to monitor you in case you are feeling the side effects of time travel." You tried to reason, though you admit that reasoning was rather flimsy.

"That's the same thing as babysitting but as a shitty excuse!"

You sighed, thinking you failed but, as you were about to let go of his wrist, he grabbed yours instead. His lips near your ear, as he carefully whispered "I'm only letting you come with so someone can catch me up-to-date."

His voice and the distance between both of your bodies made the gears in your head pause, followed by embarrassment flushing your face. Before you could even respond, Five randomly teleported you both to the garage. For a moment, your mouth was left ajar but, you were able to register the boy's silent gesture to enter the car, to which you followed.

Throughout the whole ride, it was silent until Five spoke, "Did you want out of that shit hole so bad that you were willing to go out with me?"

"No, Mr. Hargreeves wanted me to monitor you once you returned." You lied well it was a half lie but, it was true you wanted to monitor him and something about him was bothering you.

"Even on his deathbed you can't even catch a break. Though, I should expect that from you." The boy huffed passive aggressively, which made you feel awful, why did he hate you so much?

"Before his death, did he ever say anything? Like wanting to reassemble the Umbrella Academy?" The boy in school shorts asked promptly, to which you found yourself hurriedly creating a lie.

"The Monocle did say he had plans on reassembling the academy but he never got to do so..."

From then on, the whole car ride was silent as you guys arrived in front of a donut shop named "Griddy's Doughnut". It was rather retro looking - at least based on what you have heard from books - despite it being past the 2010s, they didn't renovate the building into a more modern look. Which you found yourself questioning if they were short on budget or not…

You walked behind Five as a precautionary measure then entered the building. As the counter came to view, the physically younger male approached it then, rang the bell twice, you both sat down silently as a another customer entered the building. The man took in a deep breath as he took a seat. Once the sound of the bell ringing finally alerted the waitress, the sound of clattering ceramics were cut short followed by her entering the counter.

Waitress chuckled as she wiped her hands clean, "Sorry, the sink was clogged."

You awkwardly smiled at her, silently understanding her pain. Then she took out her notepad and pen from her apron. "So, what'll it be?"

"Uh, give me a chocolate éclair."

"Mm-hmm. Sure."

"Can I get the kids a glass of milk or something?" She said with a smile which made you internally cringe for her, you felt like you already knew what was going to come out from Five's mouth.

Five scoffs then says, "This kid wants coffee. Black."

That was surprisingly milder than you expected but, you were relieved that the donut lady was spared from Five's mouth.

Waitress paused, her mouth agape but quickly tightened as she then turns to the man beside Five, "Cute kid." She chuckled.

In turn, Five forced a smile which only worsened the uneasiness you and the donut lady felt. To divert her attention, You coughed and smiled at her. "I'll just have a glass of water."

"Okay." Her body language more at eased with you, the waitress then began to prep for your orders.

Five sighs, "Don't remember this place being such a shit hole. I used to come here as a kid, used to sneak out with my siblings and eat donuts till we puked."

Your eyes widen at his admission, they snuck out without you? Even Vanya? Were you that untrustworthy that they had to hide it from you?

"Simpler times, huh?" Five mused.

"Eh." The older man looked puzzled but, played along, "I suppose."

Waitress cleared her throat as she placed everyone's orders in front of us, "Here."

Five nudged you with his elbow and motioned for you to pay the bill. You pat your skirt's pockets to look for your wallet but, the other man interrupts your search.

"I got theirs."

"Thank you sir." You thanked him with a small smile, to which he returned.

As you took small sips, everyone did their own thing. Your eyes busy wandering about the building, looking for something that would be useful in a certain scenario, like how the broom could be used as a substitute for a wooden staff, a plate as a distraction, and a butterknife for stabbing.

Five glanced at the other customer's vest then strikes up a conversation with him. "You must know your way around the city."

"I hope so, I've been driving for 20 years."

"Good, I need an address."

Five asks for an address for the place he is looking for and the man jots it down on a napkin then leaves once he's finished. The boy then carefully folds the napkin and stuffs it in his blazer's one of many hidden pockets.

As the brown haired boy was about to drink his coffee, he heard the door swing open then notices the reflection of the newcomer - rather newcomers - from the bell, all of them were wearing combat gear which meant one thing...

"Hmm. That was fast."

You glanced at him, confused by what was happening and how Five knew these people.

"I thought I'd have more time before they found me." His answer did not suffice your curiosity.

"Okay. So, let's all be professional about this, yeah?" One of the masked men proposed but the boy beside you had other plans.

Five placed a hand on your thigh then began to do Morse code of 'SOS' to notify you are both in danger. At first you were in high alert, ready to take out your retractable staff but, the boy followed up his secret message with 'I can handle it'. You were not at ease by his answer, not one bit.

"On your feet and come with us. They want to talk." The leader of the masked men demanded as he used his firearm to gesture for Five to go down on his knees.

"I've got nothing to say." Five said so breezily and arrogance which bothered you even more, is this how he handles live hostages?

"It doesn't have to go this way. You think I want to shoot a kid? Go home with that on my conscience?"

"Well, I wouldn't worry about that…" Five turns to the person who had his firearm pointed towards Five's head. "You won't be going home."

Five retreats his hand from your thigh then grabs a butterknife and teleports behind the group leader and stabbed his neck. Then he quickly disappears, while they were distracted by their dead comrade, he reappeared by your side and teleported you behind the counter. Against your will, you peeked and watched him do his work.

He blinked then reappeared on top of a counter, with a very relaxed pose with a smug look on his face. "Hey, assholes!"

You did not like the fact that he looked like he was enjoying this.

The gunmen were shooting at where the voice came from but, he disappeared, leaving the men to shoot up the place and leave it in ruins. The boy in school shorts reappeared at the front door then knocks on it to get their attention, as they ready their firearms to shoot at him. He mockingly salutes then vanishes once again.

You didn't want to be useless so you took a nearby mop and broke it then, stabbed one of the gunmen using the broken half. Before one of the nearest attacker could shoot a bullet through your skull, Five quickly untied his necktie then choked him.

As he was busy, you threw a plate towards a thug's head to distract him and the others. Whilst Five grabbed a pencil then stabbed one of the gunmen that was about to try and tower his smaller figure.

The last two thugs were about to charge their guns at you but, Five ran to your side and blinked away with you in his arms, as the idiots shot themselves. As silence finally settled in, he reappeared to the masked man he was choking earlier and retrieved his necktie.

As you were examining the donut shop, you noticed one of the gunmen is still alive so you approached him then snapped his neck to end his misery. As you left his side, he noticed that one of the men after him dropped a tracking device, which explained how they found him so quickly.

The brown haired boy asked you to use one of the assassin's knife to cut open his arm and dig into his arm to remove the tracking device. Once you were both done, you guys left the building and dropped the tracking device in a nearby puddle then left as if nothing happened.

Five and you made your way to Vanya's apartment, well it was mostly you leading the way since you were the one who memorized the way there. Instead of loitering outside Vanya's apartment like a normal person, Five had other ideas. Without a word he grabbed your wrist and teleported you guys into the violinist's apartment.

Suddenly, the door clicked and the doorknob turned, which Five took as his cue to turn on the light, which made Vanya jump on her heels. Although you knew it was not an appropriate time, you smiled and waved at Vanya nonetheless. You were just glad she came home safe.

"Jesus!" She jumped, a hand on where her heart is supposed to be.

"You should have locks on your windows." Five suggested.

"I live on the second floor."

"Rapists can climb."

You tried to stop yourself from chuckling at his statement, knowing it was a serious conversation and He probably would not appreciate your response.

"You are so weird." The petite girl mumbled as she sat beside you then, began checking on both of you guys. Based on how her eyes widened, you could tell she noticed there were some specks of blood on both of your clothes.

"What happened?" Vanya's worry evident on her facial features.

"It's nothing." Five dismissed but the violinist's lingering gaze never left the specks of blood on his collar.

"Why are you both here?" Vanya asserted.

"I've decided you two are the only ones I can trust." Both girls in the room raised their brows at Five, this type of situation was rare and rather odd.

"Why me?"

"Because you're ordinary."

You glared at Five and stepped on his foot, to which he rolled his eyes at. He forgot you were very protective of Vanya.

"Because you'll listen." He corrected himself though the petite girl had his doubts.

"Miss Vanya, is it alright if we use your first aid kit? We weren't able to pass by a pharmacy on the way here and I'd like to disinfect and treat Master Five's cut." You asked and she went to the bathroom to get the first aid kit then gave it to you. As the servant, you did your task like always, which is to aid with the numbers wounds.

"When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future. Do you know what I found?" The brown haired boy asked.

"No."

"Nothing… Absolutely nothing."

You paused from tending with his wounds and checked if he was telling the truth, he was dead serious.

ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳

The world lay in ruins, a wasteland of rubble and debris. What was once bustling cities and towns were now piles of twisted metal and broken concrete. The streets were empty, save for the occasional scavenger picking through the remains of what was once a home or a business. The air was thick with dust and smoke, making it difficult to see more than a few feet ahead. It was a world of silence, save for the occasional sound of rubble shifting or the distant echoes of a once-great civilization now reduced to rubble and fire.

Five stood amongst the rubble devastated by what the future had become. It was now a world of despair, a place where hope had been lost and the future was uncertain.

"As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive."

Five walked then found a newspaper and read the title.

"I never figured out what killed the human race, but… I did find something else."

"The date it happens."

ㅤㅤㅤ❲ T H E ☕ S E R V A N T ❳

"The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it." He said, his words were soft but it was enough to cause your heart to tremble in fear. Both you and Vanya had shocked engraved onto your faces, still processing what you guys heard.

Knowing this sounded like it was going to be a long night, you turned to the girl next to you and asked, "Miss Vanya if it's alright, may I put on a pot of coffee?"

Vanya nodded wordlessly, as she agreed this was going to be a long night for everyone else.

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The Hashiras in a Relationship | Obanai Iguro

Word Count: 8077

A/N: phew, not my favortism showing at all. Oops.

Setting: Obanai Iguro x gn!reader [we do have mentions of Obanai's gynophobia]

Content Warning(s): none, I sort of behaved. We do have spoilers though! Be ware!

Summary: sweet, fluffy love relationship cannons for Obanai Iguro from attraction to love.

To be loved by the Serpent Hashira is to know dependability. It’s the touch of night, serene and quiet in the late hours. Soothing as the shy moon that lingers in your heart. A star-crossed lover, never destined to touch upon the face of its lover the sun. Rare moments to embrace rare and few between, meaningful bursts that light up the sky. No, it is the reliability of the luminescent glow cast upon a stone path, a guide in the dead of night as he faithfully chases after his lover’s warmth. Loyal, and always one step behind, but never straying, always within grasp. Fingers lightly brushed, a gentle lover who will always show you compassion nurtured in the shadows. Cultivated in the light of the late hours, gentle as the whispers of support and affections laced on his tongue. The tender gaze upon your silhouette far to entranced in the glow of the night to notice the way his heterochromatic eyes are captivated by you.  Enchanted by your grin, bewitched by your giggles. Dazzled by the twirl of your sway, the jovial sway of your hips as you spin beneath the stars. Quick to ensnare you within his grasp when you stumble on the stone path, secure to his side. The glow of his mixed matched eyes the entrance to other worlds, galaxies concealed by the vast contour of space. Tremble of delicate, beautiful eyes afraid of the emotions that lay dormant beneath his averted gaze. Revealed to you, and you alone, just as his love.

To be loved by Obanai is to accept that you will need to embrace patience. To be tolerant of his needs, and adapt as they come. Like the moon, the Serpent Hashira has many faces he adorns, and only those who dare to gaze upon his shadows are gifted with the beauty of his reveal.

Savor the quite moments, knowing that your love needs no noise to fill the silence. Breathe in the comforting notes of eucalyptus when he dares to draw closer. An eternal dance, rhythms of heart in sync. Never daring to draw attention to the graze of his shoulders against your own.

Obanai has quite the reputation amongst the corps for being a cold, and distant individual. his demands for Uzui not to retire do not help this rumor. Quick to dismiss those beneath him, and isolate himself from his peers. It’s in his nature, and his upbringing, but beneath this mask he bears, is a surprisingly compassionate man.

One who has survived the horrors of the world, and looks to a new future. A dedicated man who will do everything in his power to protect those he cares about. This lends itself to his closer relationships, as despite how it may appear, Obanai is willing to put in the effort to maintain relationships. from guidance by Uzui to tea time with Kyojuro.

To those he deems worthy of his respect, Obanai is willing to expend his social battery to grow stronger bonds. It’s easy to mistake his steadfast loyalty to the Demon Slayer Corps and regulations  as rigid, and unforgiving, because In a lot of aspects. It is.

He cannot trust nor accept anyone who has strayed from the code. He will live and die by the rules, and does not understand those who stand by these convictions. Obanai is abnormally loyal, and expects the same return. He is fairly narrow-minded and one tracked when it comes to his convictions, and the code.

His loyalty extends to all aspects of his life, from his inner network of coworkers, to his respect to the Ubuyashiki clan, to you as his lover. He is no stranger to hard work, nor is he one to falter when obstacles come between you. Rather, you will find that Obanai will meet challenges fairly head on to secure the bond between you.   

That being said, Obanai can be fairly pragmatic in his approach, and because of this, you will rarely see slips of emotion through his porcelain surface. He remains sensible regardless of what troubles may come, and it certainly has it’s advantages.

He is a reliable lover, and will always remain by your side. Even when he needs his own space. he’s never far from you. Like a shadow. Because of how dedicated Obanai is to the success of the relationship, he is actually a fairly good listener, and enjoys listening to you ramble on and on about whatever it is you wish to discuss.

You may often find yourself carrying a majority of the conversation, and may worry that you are boring him. you are not. Other times, you may truly fret on whether you have left the Serpent Hashira enough room to join the conversation. he’s so quite that you may feel like one of those jerks that never allows others time to add to the discussion. You’re not, and he’s genuinely enjoying hearing your voice.

Finds comfort in your enthusiasm, and basks in your warmth. like a snake blossomed across a rock under the sun’s rays. That being said, he is fairly pragmatic, and if you’ve approached him with a problem even if you do not wish for it to be solved, he’s solving it. as quickly as he can, Obanai cannot stand the idea of you having difficulties even if it’s necessary for your development. also, he just genuinely hates emotional conversations.

He is not up for gossip of any kind.

The Serpent Pillar is by nature, fairly traditional in a sense. On the one hand, he keeps fairly traditional ideals--- such as the reminiscent of the samurai code towards their lords reflected in the way that Iguro regards Ubuyashiki which is just a shame as Ubuyashiki would never wish for any of the members to choose death over life.

Yet, despite being fully aware of how the Master mourns those who have been lost, the swordsman will not be swayed from his ideals. On the other hand, he has a tendency to be a bit unconventional.

He is aware that societal expectations require a fair amount of social interactions, and is willing to play along when it comes to the demands of his position. however while he is steadfast in his responsibilities, he will not maintain a bedside manner.

He has shown up for duty, and takes his tasks seriously, but that does not mean for one he will play nice. such as in the case of training Tanjiro and the other mizunoto in swordsmanship.

like Muichiro, his favoritism and respects are not subtle. You will always know where you, and those around you fall with him. He’s to the point, and direct about it.

No really, he will not hesitate to praise you in front of everyone, before offering the most horrific finger jab and insult at your training partner. things with your peers/coworkers will be tense.

But truthfully, I feel like this is in a sense a small part of his kindness. Yes, he savored the moment to express openly his distain for others, but at the same time, I feel like Obanai takes training others very seriously. He takes slaying demons, and the upcoming generation very seriously and gods he has little hopes for any of them.

But it’s because of this that Obanai’s punishments are… creative. The truth is that should they make the very mistake of bearing weakness to a demon as they had to their own instructor, the opponent will not hesitate to claim their life, or worse. Obanai was raised in cage, he knows there are fates far worse than death..

 In orchestrating a punishment that they will never forget; he’s ensuring that they will not make the same mistake twice. they will not die due to shoddy instruction.  It’s the overanalytical aspect that meets his strive for perfectionism head on that can make him unforgiving a teacher, and a leader.

He is an inherently observant individual, and it is because of this that he can see every faulter in your swordplay, any shift of weight that could lead to you being easily knocked off your feet, and disarmed. Which is what leads him to drilling into you and those around him to ensure that such gaps are erased from your movements. he does not wish to see any of you die.

Iguro is a stable individual. He’s consistent in his habits and his mannerisms. You may be surprised to know that he is consistent in his behaviors, and for the most part, not easily knocked off kilter. He’s secure in his personality, and balanced. He is not easily disturbed, nor is he easily upset.

Because of this, you will find that Obanai can be fairly forgiving of his partner. Just as patient with you as you have expressed towards him. You will not find him easily agitated by small miscommunications between the two of you, he is aware that he is not always the easiest person to comprehend.

He would much rather dedicate his energy to straightening up the misunderstanding, and ensuring that this same blunder will not happen again, and is by all means true to those he deems worthy. In fact, he’s almost rigid in the way that he conducts himself. While others such as Muichiro and Mitsuri have the ability to accept bygones, Obanai is unyielding.

Unable to accept infringements in ideals, and inflexible to come to a compromise. ironic given his breathing technique.

As you may expect, Obanai adores a partner who has their own desires in life and is amazed at ones who can express their dreams. Someone who has adorned sunshine in their hearts, and continues to pursue their goals will bring so much sunshine to his otherwise bleak existence. Which is necessary as Iguro really does struggle to release control from his finger tips, and a lover who is able to relinquish control will leave him breathless. desiring to join your side at the cost of his own comfort.

Just as the Serpent Hashira has high expectations of his students, Obanai can be just as unforgiving in his ideals for a partner. He knows exactly what it is that he is looking for in a companion, and will not bend to a partner that does not meet his standards. He is not making exceptions regardless of what beauty nor skills you present.

If you are not up to his caliber, then your capabilities have no merit with him. Iguro eally won’t hesitate to turn anyone down. I dare say he would reject Kichijoten, the goddess of beauty and happiness if he deemed her far to flirtatious.

Obanai needs an open and honest partner. One that does not hesitate to express any thoughts or doubts that cross their mind. Whether it’s fretting over their own capabilities with the sword, or in preparing dinner, or if that they have become concerned about the state of the relationship, Obani does best with someone who will be willing to allow themselves to be vulnerable with him. ironic as he will not be forth coming with his own insecurities.

However, it may be because of the innocence of his partner, that he is able to place more trust in you. He cannot pursue a bond that he does not feel secure in, nor a partner who he does not deem reliable.

He needs a light-hearted partner more than anything, someone who will embrace him and all of his faults. Catch his fingers between their own, and tug them along, eager to show him the bunny burrow they discovered during their morning chores. Someone who would eagerly rush home from the shopping, eager to show a cute little snake motif dango that the vender had sold as a limited edition.

The way your eyes beamed up at him despite your obvious state of undress, leaves caught in your hair snagged on a lower branch in your rush. He feels embarrassed for you but gods above you’re adorable.

As someone who he can put his faith and trust in, Obanai needs a companion who will keep his word. He wants someone who will always keep their word, regardless of the prickle bushes they may go through, or do anything within their power to keep their oath.

The day that you spread through demons to be at his side despite the obvious danger, uniform torn into in various places, and lacerations that littered your body. You swore you would be at his side. and you were.

Even small oaths, things such as keeping your word to complete a household task. To make his favorite meal, or hang his laundering for him when he’s pulled away from duty. They all mean so much to him, and he needs to be able to trust that you will always deliver. Because the gods above know that he will. Heaven nor the seven hells could prevent him from keeping his promise.

Really, dependability is non-negotiable in his book. He will accept an outgoing lover one who will shout his name over the crowds, heedless of the way passerbys look at your crazed state he’s blushing at how wildly you wave your arms eager to be seen, and he will adore a shyer partner, one that stumbles to meet his gaze.

But under no circumstances, will he ever accept a partner who he cannot depend on. He needs to know that you will stick with him through thick and thin because to be honest, Obanai is aware that difficult to deal with.

I strongly believe that the Serpent Hashira wants someone playful. He spent his entire childhood robbed of all opportunities to engage in play, and I believe that a partner who is high-spirited. Someone who from time to time can be mischievous. Toss the laundering over his head, seizing his momentary confusion to wrap him in the blanket, snug over his shoulders. Only released if he pays a kiss toll.

Someone who is perky, inviting, and warm. The day that a ball wandered into your yard, plucked between your fingers. A smile that met your face upon nervous small children peeked over the fencing before challenging them to a game. Quick to draw him into the mischief even though the little kids were rightful uneasy. how gentle you were to teach him the rules embraced his inner child.

It will be necessary that you are patient, because the reality is that a relationship with the Serpent Hashira means navigating hidden waters. A partner who cannot read between the lines will not do well with him, you’ll both become frustrated with the pairing.

Not that he won’t be patient for the beginning of the relationship, but as time goes on, if you have not mastered the underlining context, he will take it very personally. Snippy in his remarks as well, and it’s likely only a matter of time before things head down hill quickly, he just does not have the ability to engage in an emotional warfare repeatedly.

Obanai also approaches things rather head on, so if you are truly not taking his words at face value, well, this just isn’t going to work, and he’s not wasting his time.

Because of how private and elusive Obanai’s tendencies often are, alongside his gynophobia complicating interactions gendered partners, there are two scenarios I can imagine him becoming acquainted with his partner.

Let’s be honest, in general, Obanai requires a good bit of time to grow attached to someone, and due to his dysphoria with the female gender will lend itself to a lot of obstacles for individuals with she/her as their pronouns. Where as he/him, and they/them will have a significantly easier time of becoming acquainted with him.

The first and foremost would likely be a slightly older recruit who’s position is similar to that of Aoi’s (capable of swordsplay, but primarily cares for tasks) that has been entrusted with teaching the basics of the world to Obanai upon his rescue by the former Flame Hashira, Shinjuro. The decision being a combination of Shinjuro’s inability to properly engage with a child we’ve all seen him and the Ubuyashiki both observing Obanai’s desperate need for companion and proper socialization with a peer. The wedded duo knowing exactly who to assign to his well-being. Let’s be clear, the initial meeting did not go well. The mixture of trauma and anxiety and is that a snake?, contact was similar to that of approaching a soaked stray cat who wanted nothing to do with you. Quick to hiss and furrow, snip at you, and obscured profanities, but as time and dedication went on, your loyalty to the task that the Master had set on your shoulders spurring you forward. One day scooted to your side upon hearing a fairytale between gentle lips. Reading from a text you had borrowed from the Lady Amane, whispered tales to the garden, well aware that the young boy had once again taken to the trees. Slowly, but surely scooted closer and closer before peeking over your shoulder at the water paintings across the pages. In time, you would teach him so many things, an older sibling figure intended to guide him. until you weren’t to him.

The other scenario would be a recruit the same age, or just a little younger that through a turn of events has found themselves under the care of the Demon Slayer Corps, just as he had. Muddled by your own circumstances, and yet, despite all you had been through. Your smile had not faded, nor did you hesitate to reach out your hand to him. Eager to drag him to the gardens. Try to convince him to play even when he refused. Dedicated in your training regardless of how the both of you had been put through the ringer a number of times. Your optimism never betraying you, nor leaving his side. Joyful and caring, determined to stick through your hardships through thick and thin.

Although of course as we have seen with Mitsuri, Obanai could also be a completely ordinary girl. Sunny, and sweet, and blissfully aware of the way of the world, who is far too excited and preoccupied at the opportunity to become a tutor in etiquette to the young Ubuyashiki siblings. Completely innocent as they are naïve. It was the smile that claimed his heart.

The truth is that Obanai needs a little excitement in his life, and someone who would seize every opportunity to enjoy moments together. Someone who is playful, but just as content to snuggle in to his hold on a gentle spring morning. He needs a partner who takes their duties quite seriously, and stoically faces obstacles, but just as goofy and silly as they sew a small, matching haori for Kaburamaru. Kaburamaru needs a haori to match Obanai. Change my mind.

Really, he just favors a lover who is in tune with their own needs and desires. You want to eat a pound of dango, run through the rain, dance beneath fireworks, or sing silly song with the neighborhood children, he’s adoring you from a far. that tree. He’s in that tree. It is perhaps your jovial approach to life that puts his heart at ease.

Dishonesty has no place in his relationship. The Serpent Hashira would rather be met with blunt honesty than a sugared lie. Iguro would much rather face a difficult obstacle, harsh realities about pasts, and mistakes, rather than be diluted in a fantasy. He loves you, not a lie. It is also to consider how his familial background impacts his rigid approach to integrity and honest if you ever become frustrated at how unforgiving he can be when met with a fib. he is not a tool.

You will also find that surprisingly Obanai does not have room for aggression in his heart. While he can be biting with others, the reality is that he does not have a firm bone in his body. and you will discover how terrifying he can be towards anyone who dares show you belligerence. The reality is the same gentle nature he gives you; he expects in return.

He will not accept a partner who is aggressive or hostile to him. There are just so many ways to communicate and address stressors in your relationship, that there is just no excuse for belligerent behavior towards your partner. You are each other’s safe space—no one feels safe with a biting partner. He doesn’t want that. he’s had more than enough of that in his lifetime.

Regardless of how life has gone, Obanai is a believer that you should do everything within your power to make moves for the better. Just as he is determined to purify his blood from the curses of familial lineage, and Uzui is to make a difference in the world, the Serpent Pillar has zero tolerance for someone remains a victim to circumstance.

Let’s be clear, it’s not that he does not sympathize with someone who has been drowned to the depths of despair. he will be more than comforting to your pain. However, you cannot remain there. Life cannot stop moving. You have to keep moving. even if he’s dragging you.

The Serpent Pillar has a few tendencies in the pre-relationship to Shinobu than others may expect. Just like the Insect Hashira, Iguro will spend quite a long time in this stage of the developing relationship than most people. I suspect, out of all the Hashira, he remains here the longest. It is the period in which he is interested it, but doubtful.

Actively trying to find fault in your existence to prove that the way his heart flutters when he sees you is absolutely meaningless—he’ll stay here even longer than Kocho. He is observing. Everything. I mean everything.

Iguro is analytical, and spends more time than he will ever admit disecting every single interaction. Skewering the evidence to prove that you are not what you seem to be. He really is noting every single interaction—not limited to himself. How low did you bow to Ubuyashiki? Were you considerate of Lady Amane, and did you show proper appreciation to Aoi for nurturing your wounds? How you regard the kakushi. Obanai would dump you if you were rude to a waitress. I just know it.

The serpent breather takes respect very serious, as well as boundaries. He is quick to respect any boundaries you set between the two of you, and is not the type to push for more than what you wish to offer.

That being said, he very much expects the same in return. Do not touch him. Do not dare force physical interactions, or desires on him. It’s not that Iguro does not have them—he just isn’t the type to act on them early in a relationship.  

He prefers to get to know someone very well before jumping into a relationship, let alone physical affections. this man may like snakes, but he’s a turtle. For obvious reasons, it will take some time for Obanai to show vulnerability, even if he really is fond of you.

He’s not quick to allow intimate gestures, or allow his bandages to slip from his lips, but it shows the depth of his passions for you when they come unwound. but that’s a slight nsfw thought

In courting, it’s important to note that Obanai values sincerity, and as such, you can expect any manipulation or mind game tactics will not be met with the reaction you want.

Ploys to lure another person into your bed with the intent of making him jealous? Yeah, that’s super ineffective. In fact, I would say any prior attraction is canceled, and he will take extra care to either avoid you in public, or openly express his disgust with you. lethal.

Any situation that Iguro has been put in to intentionally foster distrust with you is indicative that you are not the person he thought you were.

As rigid as he is, and how limited his communication skills can be at times. You’d be surprised that Iguro does enjoy discussions. However, it’s nothing mundane. He’s not interested in idle gossip, nor is he intrigued by the happenings of town or even the inner ranks. He finds these discussions absolutely boring.

However, if you gravitate towards intellectual topics, you’ll find him quick to engage. To ask you questions, to delve deeper into your interest. Have an odd interest in ancient cultures, he is all ears. Fascinated by the early mechanics of the era such as the steam engine, Iguro will listen to you recount ever detail that you can. he’ll bring home books if he comes across them.

The Serpent Hashira has his own unique interests, and can be draw to the most obscured of arts such as his interest in candy crafting. he doesn’t even have a sweet tooth; the technique just leaves him awestruck.

Because of this, Iguro enjoys listening to any interest or study you have found yourself immersed in. Actually, if you have a book or series, you have been invested in lately, try to lure him into the plot. He enjoys reading in his free time. he’ll leave little pieces of poetry for you to find.

Honestly, by the point flirting comes into play, Obanai has already concluded that the relationship is not worth pursuing, and because of this, you can expect that his ability to be coy is not practiced.

Despite how much of a natural perfectionist the swordsman is, he is more than aware that his ability to court is not his strong suit. Never expect a big grand gesture, such as declaration in the middle of the village, or for him to intercept a wedding to spirit you away. It’s just not in his nature. The more well practiced flirting techniques such as bouquets, and proclamations of desire, yeah, they all seem forced. Uncomfortable and unnatural, as though he is wearing someone else’s skin. He has no desire to come off as insincere, especially in winning your heart.

If anything, it is his desire to always be straightforward with you that leads him to relying on more subtle attempts. Such as the way he naturally gravitates towards you, or the gentle way he regards your name. It’s his indirect approach that may take you a while to realize that he’s interested. but you should catch on fairly quick given how he treats others.  

So pay close attention, the proof is in his behaviors.

Because truthfully, while Obanai is observant to a fault, his ability to read other’ people’s reactions and emotions. Suck. He finds the entire process confusing, overhwelming, and downright uncomfortable.  

Obanai will rely on the fact that he even tolerates your present as an indicator which is… stiff at best. But when you consider how little Iguro is willing to engage in social interactions, there is certainly a reason why he’s inquiring about your duties. he’ll take a few of them off your hands.

More so, he really wants to get to know you, all of you. He has an incredible memory, and will retain any information you delve. Whether it’s a distant memory of assisting your parent in the kitchen, chasing after lanterns with siblings, or even the way you found yourself peeking over the fence at neighbors in childhood mischief, Obanai will remember all of it.

He will also seize upon any opportunity to prove that he has been listening, and assist you in any way he can. You might’ve mentioned a loose roof tile in your home, he wouldn’t hesitate to spend his free time securing it properly. Shared a memory of how you remember that your grandmother would always secure her sleeves before setting to work with a yellow ribbon, he’ll pick you up one when he’s in town.

Whether he realizes it or not, Obanai savors any opportunity to prove what a reliable partner he would make. Unsure how to express himself, or his intentions, less confidant in how to approach matters of the heart. but now you know why Kaburamura has been snipping at him lately.

Confessions will be slow, and take so much time and stamina. you’re amazing for hanging in there. As time draws on, and you’re becoming more and more clear that he’s attached to you, I feel like Obanai can either respond rather well to you confessing your feelings or poorly.

Really, it’s the days to come that will determine whether or not he will accept and return your feelings. IF you have made the decision to confess first no one blames you, as long as your heart is true and patient, willing to accept that he may not return these feelings, and wishing to remain as you are.

Understanding that he may need time to process, to approach how his stomach has flipped and Kaburamura nipped him. Give him time or months, Obanai will return your affections in his own time. However, if you cannot respect his autonomy, you will discover that he will recoil from your touch.

Further prodding will give him the impression that he has been lured into a corner, and left with no escape, he will outright reject you, and flee. he’s not looking back.

However, if Obanai has worked up the nerve to confess first, it would be in the sweetest of regards. Gentle, and self-assured. Tender as he expresses exactly why he is drawn to you, but kind in the way he allows you space.

The Serpent Hashira has no desires to entrap you. you are not a mouse.

Rather, he wants you to feel safe, to know that if you should turn him down, there will be no repercussions. Nor will his feelings falter. Rather, he will simply love you as he always has. from afar.

He is content to allow you all of the time you need to determine whether you wish to pursue a relationship with him, or not.

To have made it into dating is an accomplish no others have accomplished, and can expect that dates are viewed as a practical sense of time. Well intended with the opportunity to get to know you.

Obanai really views this as the perfect chance to get to know you on an intimate level rather than from a distance, or through the lens of a friend. Dates for the most part will default to fairly traditional routes. Walks through the garden, perhaps dinner, or a small picnic.

Iguro is not one to enjoy extravagance, whether in his personal belongings, or appearances certainly not his food, and because of this, dates that are simple are preferred.

Although he does appreciate when his partner takes the time to plan out thoughtful dates for bonding, so long as it’s not formal, he’s happy to go along with whatever it is you would like to do. Humble dates, such as flower viewing, or even hiking will always be a win in his book.

Even more so, games whether board games, or even childhood back and forth of hide and seek or onii will be well received. Obanai is even the type to enjoy curling up together, reading poetry. as time goes on, and he’s tired from his duties, you may even coddle his head in your lap. Is definitely the type to enjoy cooking together as a couple.

It should come as absolutely no surprise that Obanai has no appetite for a casual relationship. He avoids them like the plague. Short-term flings are just unappealing. The idea of something fleeting that would pray upon his security and vulnerabilities, just makes his skin crawl.

Nope, this isn’t happening, and if it does, it was an extremely rare encounter. buy a lottery ticket.

Once Iguro allows himself to admit that he has fallen in love, he will be quick to give himself to you. All of you. It’s true, he will still have a deep seeded need for alone time rather frequently, and it’s important to respect this need.

It’s not a desire, it is the difference between a mentally well man, or depraved individual. Rest assured, the distance only deepens your bond, and secures his attachment to you, alone. absent makes the heart grow fonder in this case. he’s not straying, really when he says he needs time in solitude, it’s a genuine trek up the mountains to camp alone for a couple of nights.

To connect back with the severed pieces of himself. Not to sneak off for a booty call. he’s really not the type.

Actually, if Iguro ever feels himself detached from you to the point that he considers an affair, he’s just leaving you all together. It’s harsh but, well…

Although expressing his affections does not come naturally to him, do not believe for one moment that he does not value you. He worships you. It’s rather that the Serpent Hashira is better suited to logical ends, and practical applications. The aspects of the relationship that lends itself to it, such as paying bills, picking up groceries, making dinner, ensuring you are well cared for when you’re sick, this is when you will find that your partner is a quite compassionate.

Quick to tend to your needs, and eager to care for you. However, when it comes to outwardly expressing how his eyes will always find you in the room—he’s a mess. There’s no way to quite explain it, it’s just that the words cannot be strung together.

As Iguro desperately grasps for them, they slip through his fingertips, evading his touch, and leaving him frustrated and muddled. Desperate to express his devotion, but unable to verbalize the depths of his love.

No, Iguro is the type to focus on the aspects of the relationship he can thrive under. The ability to improve your life with his presence, to make your life easier. Sharpening your blade for you, scooting all of your belongings to the lower shelf within reach, he is always looking for the opportunity to express his affections. just not verbally.

Really, it doesn’t take much to make him happy—he really just loves the opportunity to incline into your touch, rest upon your lap, occasionally reaching up to thread his fingers through your hair. Small tender moments mean everything to him.

Know that after his time away, Obanai will come back happier and more devoted to you. Far more engaged, and in tuned with your needs than when he left. he needs to learn self care. Period.

But understand that this goes deeper than you may expect. His upbringing was not an easy one, and because of the way he was raised, it’s naturally that he often prefers his own company than that of others.

This doesn’t mean that he does not need or want intimacy, it just means that he needs you to appreciate your time together as much as your time apart.

He really is quick to prove his affections in ways that he feels comfortable. Hanging laundry, sweeping the home, really and truly, what you see is what you get with Iguro, and then some. he’s sneaking poems into your luggage for when he parts for the mountains.

In a sweet way, as time goes on, you will find that Obanai becomes more and more genuine with you. Straightforward and honest. Really and truly, if you prove yourself a loyal partner, you can expect more and then some in return. He wants a relationship that is built upon trust, and a foundation of mutual respect.

One in which you are dedicated to each other regardless of the hardships or distances you will face. because he will always part for duty. Obanai is one of the most loyal romantic partners amongst the Hashiras.

If you are able to open up, and actually express your emotions fairly openly the way he adores, you should know that he envies it. he thinks your amazing

Although he may struggle to cope with an relationship that vocalizes emotions so much. The attention to what has not been said, overlooking what he has done for you, it will do great damage to the relationship and his confidence.

In fact, I believe that if push comes to shove, Iguro will struggle to survive a relationship with an overly emotional partner. He needs you to appreciate him for him, just as he appreciates you for you. The truth is, Obanai can often feel overwhelmed by intense feelings. Someone who always leaves him guessing will only erode his mental capacity.

He is by nature prone to reading into things more than he should, and if he has found that this is the only way to survive his relationship, he will take apart everything. it’s never good.

He has a way of being weighed down by the little details in general, and is quick to lose sight of the big picture amongst the evidence. He will drown in the depths of his anxiety and pessimism. It’s best to avoid this entirely.

Because of this, Obanai really needs a partner who will answer him point blank. Don’t worry about hurting his feelings, or that you are being blunt. He really prefers it. It gives him comfort and security that he is meeting your needs as you need them.

It’s really the key to a happy Iguro relationship. It will provide him with all of the confidence and security he needs in the relationship, and you will come to find that under this trust, iguro is a rather passionate and attentive partner. Quick to rub your shoulders in public if you have expressed that they are sore, shifting the load of groceries from your fingers onto his own burdens, the press of his lips quick to seek yours out when the opporunity presents itself. he’s touch starved, I just know it.

A stickler for traditions, will always approach them in the way they have always been done. Whether it’s noodles upon the new year, or mochi towered during the mid-autumn festival, Iguro is vigilant in securing the traditions and carrying them with him.

In fact, he may be quite stiff to follow any additions you may have to offer. imagine him standing on ends if you decide to bring him home for the holidays. Poor boy would be panicked to be offered a plate at the table.

He does not know how to handle being the center of the attention. It’s not necessarily that he’s outright shy, but he is very reserved. Obanai prefers to stick to himself, and his own means, only allowing those close to him to linger on his skin.

As such, opportunities of flaunting him will make him uneasy. He doesn’t enjoy the open praise in public, and will shift from sight at the first opportunity. like asnake drawing away from humans.

As Obanai is fond of more simple abodes and pass times, you’ll enjoy how low maintenance he actually is. He is content to give you your space, and time alone just as you give him. He will not fuss about you spending time with your friends, or departing to care for your sick mother in another providence. he’ll just miss you, but he’ll be waiting for your return.

Commitment is at the forefront of Obanai’s thoughts when he dives into a relationship. He wants an old timey romance, one in which there is only you and him. No others, and in which there is no drama, nor is there jealousy, or strays from each other’s embrace.

Iguro desperately wants someone to be vulnerable with, and he does not take commitment lightly. Rather, it’s of such significant importance to him. such as the way he dared to reveal his facial scars to you near shattered his heart.

If you have not figured it out already, communication with Iguro sucks. I mean, it just, sucks. You will have a better time communicating with Kaguramura if you rely on emotional discussions to cultivate a relationship. I just imagine that the little noodle helps the best he can.

However, for Iguro, he doesn’t have a fondness for words, placing a strict importance on actions. There will be no fluff, nor bedside manners when it comes to more serious matters. although his compliments are genuine. really, he just prefers to allow you to carry the majority of the conversation.

That being said, he is not one to leave room for misunderstandings to foster between you. He’d rather press into the topic firm and straightforward than allow you to believe for one moment he would ever betray you. As such, Obanai is not compromising. In fact, you will find that to a majority of disputes, he is not willing to yield. Nor admit fault.

Confrontation in a relationship has a way of capitalizing on his weaknesses in communication, and as such, he fumbles and often feels strangled by his own thoughts as he struggles to piece them into a cohesive sentence. Will be ridiculously tight. Rigid as though he is presenting a case to a jury.

Truthfully, most fights and discussions can be navigated fairly easily as long as you are willing to speak literally no metaphors please!, and keep the discussion short. It really will go quite a long way in ensuring you are on the same page. Even better is that it allows Iguro to apply his need to fix it skills in a way that benefits the both of you.

The Serpent Hashira has a tendency to take slights or criticisms fairly hard. an attribution as to why he does not like Giyuu, and as such, it’s important to note that Iguro is rather sensitive to outside forces impending into your relationship. He naturally views any spectators with immediate suspicion, and for the most part, he is able to logically sort it out.

Remind himself that you have never given him cause to doubt, but should his thoughts lead him astray, it’s likely something that he will internalize rather than discussion. He is protective though.

Fiercely so. While he may not be as possessive as  one would expect. I mean, you expected it right? In reality, Obanai greatly respects your autonomy, and values your opinions and decision making skills. That is not to say that he will accept everyone you invite into your circle. you can get along with them; doesn’t mean he has to.

But his protective instinct is inherently high. He knows what lurks beneath the hearts of humans, and how fickle they can often be. If he suspects that your new friend may conceal hidden intentions, he will not hesitate to act.  To shield you from the horrors of the world, of demons, and human flesh. He will without a moment’s notice, place himself between you and death.

It’s natural to consider if a family is in the future, and truthfully, I just see Obanai avoiding biological children to the greatest of his capabilities.

On one hand, it’s the fact that he was never given a parental figure, or treated in the way befitting of a child, and as such, Iguro is confident that he would not know what to do with a little bundle.

On the other hand, the Serpent Hashira is so disgusted by his on bloodline, desperate to scratch off his own flesh as a means of escape, that an intentional blood child is out of the cards. and trust me, he will work hard to prevent it.

Though should the fates intervene birth control of this era is fault, or if he has just picked up a child that clings to him during one of his missions. I believe that Iguro would not shirk his responsibilities.

Rather, I believe he’d make for a rather supportive and encouraging parent. Not the type to place high expectations and demands upon those in his care, but rather, just provide love and support and protection. I can even see the Serpent Hashira enjoying the little bundle in his arms with great trepidation.

Anxious at how little one can be, new to the world. Pure. Obanai would naturally gravitate towards diapering, potty training, and soothing the child at all hours of the night. Delicate to teach them games, and self-defense, cook them meals, and tend to boo-boos, but he will shy away from the emotional demands.

he’s giving you late nights, you can handle the tears.

As you have already been clued into, Obanai is a master at expressing love through more practical applications. Acts of services is his go to in order to prove his dedication to you, and he is not one to shy away from any opportunity to express his love physically.

You can expect that he is more than willing to take over the dinner duties upon noticing the exhaustion on your features. To rub your temples, when you have mentioned a headache. To draw a bath when you are fatigued, or dirty. In a surprising way, Obanai is a natural care taker. go figure.

Initially, if you have a preference for acts of physical intimacy to express affections, you will find yourself disappointed, and abandoned. He just isn’t comfortable with having his space invaded upon your initial match, or in public.

However, as time goes on, you will find that he is very willing to grasp your hand in a crowd he doesn’t want to lose you he claims, or allow his shoulder to brush against yours in a restaurant, to catch the strands of your hair, and fan you in the heat of summer. In a well-developed relationship between the two of you behind closed doors, you will find that he will more than make up for the absence of his touch.

Quick to wrap himself around you in an embrace, to claim you. You will have to beg him to release you. but do you really want to?

For fairly obvious reasons, if you have a preference for quality time, his affections may be hit or miss for you. On the one hand, he genuinely enjoys the chance to be around you.

Doing absolutely nothing if you so desire. Curled into one another, or reading books within fingers reach. Watch the leaves dance across the veranda, snuggled into a blanket with tea, but on the opposite end, Obanai needs his space.

He’s a frequent flyer of solitude, and as such, there will be times where you will struggle to balance your needs with his own. It can be a delicate balancing act that leaves you both frustrated.

Take it one day at a time, and savor the moments that he provides you. They’re genuine, and uninterrupted.

Words of Affirmation will also be a stumble, but not right ignored. While Iguro is not the type to express his love in a verbal paragraph, you will find that he is fairly forth coming with his compliments. his face is red as yours.

Yet he will drop compliments on you out of the moment, often leaving you blindsided and reeling from the heat of his gaze. They are far and few between, but they are honey laced truths that he dares to share with his resolve.  the hint of all he leaves unsaid burning your insides.

Iguro is not a bad gift giver, however it’s best to limit your expectations. He is not the sort to bring home lavish perfumes. he hates the scent that dares to taint your odor. nor is the type to bring home outlandish accessories.

Too many embellishments obscuring your natural beauty, nor is the type to bring home a ridiculously large bouquet, but this doesn’t mean that Obanai will skip over the sentiment all together.

Rather, Iguro is a master of sweet gifts. Simple pleasures. A small sweet wrapped in a delicate cloth. A simple hair pin that captivated your beauty. Flowers he handpicked upon his journey home. A Small dragonfly pin that matched your eyes perfectly. His gifts will never obscure your natural beauty, each item selected with care.

The reality is to be loved by Iguro is to know a love that will transcend time. It will endure loss, and distance. Heartache, and torture, it will endure the tests that the world will throw at it, and the punishments of the night. It will lend itself to tender touches, and gentle gazes. It is patient as it is kind, never asking for more than you wish to give. Only going where it is you lead, through meadows, through forest, and mountains, to depths of the sea, it will follow you whereever it is you shall go. It is compassion through strife. It is delicate and as plush as the press of his lips. Fragile as his features revealed beneath the moonlight. Eyes that avert shyly before being lured back to your side. Docile as the way it leans upon your shoulders. It is simple as the touch of the waves upon the sand. Affectionate as the sky that shatters beneath day break. The reveal of a small smile that falters to age. The curl of his fingers through your hair, soothing ends as his mixed matched gemstones eyes, one of citrine, and the other of alexandrite gaze up with you revealing the depths of his devotion. The vulnerability of his cheek curled into your lap, a shoulder to bear your burdens such is that of his love.

If you will have him.

In this life.

And the next.

[mrs-snape5984]

“Dancing with tears in my eyes, weeping for the memory of a life gone by…”

“It's time and we're in each other's arms. It's time, but I don't think we really care…” (“Dancing with tears in my eyes” by Ultravox)

After reading my following lines, I decided to put a trigger warning on this post. I used this platform to vent out my frustration and despair. Those of you wonderful readers, who get triggered by mentions of hopelessness and subtle hints of suicidal thoughts, should better skip the next seven paragraphs. Thank you for your understanding!

Lying in the darkness of my room…forced by this cruel disease ME/CFS to live a restrained life in a body and mind, which makes me feel as if I’m an animal, trapped in captivity…I often show tendencies to dream myself away…drowning in my fantasies of Severus Snape.

With him by my side, I can do the things, which my diseased body and my disoriented mind are refusing to allow me experiencing them anymore. Things, which I’m desperately yearning for, since this sickness has clawed me into her tight grip about 1,5 years ago.

I want to leave my darkness so badly that it hurts. The longing for a self-destined life in freedom becomes unbearable for me to endure. My only piece of liberty left is my habit of sitting on the balcony outside of my bedroom at nighttime, enjoying the silence of the world and a fresh breeze on my face without getting overstimulated by noises, motions and lights.

In times, when even this tiniest bit of peace isn’t possible for me to enjoy anymore…when another crash is suppressing me even further…forcing me to stay in bed for days or weeks, my soul seems to absorb the darkness around me. I’m getting tired of this life…tired of myself…tired of being doomed to uselessness.

I mean, what’s left of my former self? My professional career as a pedagogue, working as a social worker for the government office for youth welfare seems to be a fading memory in my mind. Now I have to ask my mother for help with each bureaucratic application form, because my retarded brain refuses to understand these things anymore. For someone, who has always been proud of their intellect and education, this is a real low blow. Also, I’m a person, who’s really bad at asking for help. The thought of being dependent on others has always been one of my biggest nightmares…and now I can’t even do the smallest tasks on my own!

My three amazing children were used to have an active, funny mother, who guided them through this confusing world….who showed them the beauty of life in its fullest. And now, they’re witnessing their mother lying in her bed surrounded by darkness day in, day out! Sure, I’m still trying to be there for them in my minimalistic possibilities…but it isn’t the same as they’ve always known it to be. You can’t imagine, how guilty I’m feeling for being so useless…for not being the mother, my kids would deserve to have!

In order to escape these thoughts of hopelessness and to forbid myself to drown in despair, searching for ideas of exiting this world, I rather keep clinging on Severus…like I’ve done it over the past 21 years.

I’ve commissioned my friend @opalchalice to make my fantasy of Severus and my (self-inserted as fuck) OC Julia, dancing in the rain…letting their sorrows be washed off from the pouring raindrops…come to life through her beautiful art. I asked her to draw this moment of peace for Sevy and Jules…a moment of joy before the world around them would fall apart.

Lia, you did an incredible job with this artwork! There’s nothing, that I don’t love about it. Please, take my apologies for writing such a pathetically whiny post beneath your lovely drawing. I know, it should have deserved better. But rest assured, my friend, your art always gifts me some light and comfort for my troubled heart and soul and I enjoy every conversation with you! Thank you for everything!

🖤Severus & Julia🖤

🖤Sevy & Jules🖤

[wroteclassicaly]

This Is For You

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: With Hawkins burning, you only want one thing, or rather, someone—Eddie Munson.

Warnings: Language, smutty content, vaginal fingering, NSFW, dominant Eddie, mentions of injury and blood, light choking, & oral sex.

Pairings: Eddie Munson x Female Reader

A/N: I have no idea what this trash is, other than me letting my emotions and my dissociation pour into my writing. I’ll most likely do a part two if anyone is interested? Thanks for all the love on my first Stranger Things (Steddie x Reader) fic! Sorry if this is all over the place. I’m a few episodes from being finished with the series!

Also, it’s obviously obvious that Eddie lives in this fic, but he and the reader are going through some heavy shit (because who wouldn’t be), so it’ll be dark and heavy. Anyways, sorry for my rambling. Enjoy! - Kristen <3

~*~

“I don’t want to talk…” Is all you say, once again looking, not at him, but straight through. If you permit even a morsels glance, you’ll run like a fucking coward.

How ironic.

To say that it’s unnerving to him, that would be a liar’s goldmine. The beat in which you do not miss, fingers pinching together against a tickling press—you let the vocal bomb off with the loudest give away, mouth wet, yet pursed. “I want to fuck.”

His brows raise and those outrageously, chocolate brown orbs widen, hand curling around his beer bottle’s neck, fingernail shredding beneath its faded label. A deep sigh paddles his chest, thoughtful. “Y/N…”

He knows.

You aren’t doing well. An understatement, to be exact. In the nineteen years Eddie Munson has known you, boldly asking him for any kind of sexual activity is so far left field, that the monsters and the damned Upside Down makes more sense. You’re not giving him any eye contact, zilch emotion, with the exception that your request brings in—a vapid heat surfing its tail. You push passed the long haired rocker, but he grasps a ring clad hand around your wrist, those fucking eyes drilling holes deep enough that you can open your own rift in them.

It’s a comfort you’re not ready to accept, to indulge in. Yanking your limb from Eddie’s grasp, you try to swallow over the sting that piles into your throat when his hurt immediately filters in, distorting his beautiful features.

“Y/N-“

“Can we or not, Eddie?”

More pained directed your way in heaps.

His jaw clenches tightly under pressure, fingers tapping an idle beat across the beer bottle, tongue suctioning over his teeth, a crude noise echoing around the cabin. He’s avoiding your stare, mulling. It’s your turn to heave a hefty groan, already heading back out the open doorway, in which your bestfriend occupies. He doesn’t give you a response.

“Yeah, whatever. You know what? Fuck this, plenty of fish in Hawkins, am I right? I mean… they might be fried now, but…” A humorless laugh leaves you, bogging your throat into a constricting silence.

There’s a coping mechanism coming forth. Make jokes about the aftermath Vecna draped over your shithole town, in order to survive its ever lasting effects. It hasn’t been four weeks, but it’s a lifetime in your mind. It’s a minute too many. And you refuse to fucking think about anything that won’t make you forget.

“Stop it.” Eddie bites back, suddenly way too close to you. His worn sneakers in your eye-line.

Did he even close the door?

“I’m not doing anything.” You simply give, unfolding a tad.

Anger. Something Eddie has picked up since his own time underneath Vecna’s world, his… ‘death’. Both of you can’t go back to the way things were—all changed the moment Eddie attempted a deal with Chrissy and she died in his trailer, shredding both your worlds apart to the truth. You clench your eyes closed as Eddie chucks the beer against the wall, murky liquid pooling across the floor, brown glass shattering, Eddie’s breaths hotly fanning your soaked mouth.

“You’re a bitch.” Like a doe being mortally wounded, you feel that shock ice your blood, pulse beginning to race. It’s easy for your lids to flicker open, letting sunlight and Eddie flood your vision.

He’s so close now that he’s writhing in his panting rage, his borrowed shirt gaped open—scars from battle easily spotted. The deeper ones are still bandaged, kept away. Those dark irises are gone, a black cavern, caving to his animalistic pain, his primal want. Want for you to put an end to this, to be you again so he can find himself, for this not to be lonely as hell, and fuck—yeah, to bury his dick so deep in your pussy he isn’t sure where he ends and you fucking begin. But that road block is stopping him, halting violently to your trembling accusations.

“This is your fucking fault! Fuck you!” You shriek, purposely letting yourself shove at his chest, no other words dubbed appropriate.

You both know it isn’t anyone’s fault. Not human, anyways.

Eddie seems unfazed, sneering. “Oh, baby. If you want me to feel something, then you should try this.” He lifts your wrists into a binding bite, splaying them over his healing wounds, ones you purposely avoided.

You struggle to speak, a rebuttal caught on your tongue. Eddie backs you into a quick swivel, glass shards crunching beneath your feet. You collide into a wooden wall, dust billowing out around your frames, Eddie caging you in. Your hands are unable to escape his hold. You’re battling if you really want to or not.

“What’s wrong? Did I finally get some emotion out of the goddamned robot girl? Hmm?” His nose smudges yours, fingertips—damp with beer—leave your wrist bone to brush over your lips, pushing, pulling, exposing your teeth.

Eddie isn’t sure what the hell he’s doing, but he’s tired of pretending everything is fine. If you’re going to insult him, then he isn’t hanging onto one notion of sanity for this moment. The guy he was before all this—a freak, simply judged, turned into a wanted man that barely survived a demonic underworld, covered in their reminders—that kid would’ve tried to reason with you. But as you don’t make any move to tell him to kiss your ass, to equip a comeback, Eddie knows. You’re different people now.

That languid beat begins to pummel your rib cage with a sharpness, winded air getting trapped inside your lungs. Eddie lets his fingers leave your mouth, wrapping a hand around your throat in a simultaneous drag, his remaining one left to keep your wrists in position, his cool rings leaving a slight imprint behind as he uses his digits to tilt your neck, bending his tall silhouette to meet your flesh. He sinks his milky white teeth in, licking an angry bruise that blooms on the break-away. A hollow snap, a welcomed distraction. You fall, Eddie catches. He nods an out to you—it slips, you drown in acceptance.

Eddie releases you, stepping back, observing you as if you’re prey and he’s about to work a way to keep you. The air is on fire and you’re suffocating, falling over the invisible line, a territory that not even Vecna himself can touch. Silent communication is familiar to you and your bestfriend, and it’s unchanging—even now. Like you’ve just been strung up, Eddie your puppet master, you follow his step-backs.

There isn’t nerves, but the daze of a heart stopping descent. Eddie’s voice is raspy and drenched in that naked need to satiate his appetite and yours, those perfect lips parting to utter off a one word command, “Kneel.”

Like led is poured into your kneecaps, you drop in front of your bestfriend, palms slipping across his sternum, hands colliding at your sides, body burning to the brim, tears on your lashes-cold and sticky, matted. Eddie looks like a showman, the front runner for some contest, in which no others hold a candle. He’s unusually quiet, fingers beckoning your mouth to open. You take them down, his jewelry adorned knuckles bumping your nose. It’s not about worry or wondering anymore, it’s a dedication to need and understanding.

You’re still here. Together.

“Good girl.” Eddie is praising, losing himself beneath all surfaces.

Is he really giving in?

On cue, that shared thought process has him stuttering a barely audible question.

“Say you want an out, Y/N. You have one chance right now, because I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop if I fucking start…” He looks stressed at his admittance towards the last part, meeting you halfway with a crouch.

Understanding.

You lift sturdy hands, your faded polish, scraped nail beds from cuts that haven’t healed completely—to grip that light blue top Steve Harrington had loaned Eddie—ripping it apart down the middle. He doesn’t flinch from your prying engrossment, simply lets you go, his fingers retreating from your mouth in a ‘pop’. You tap a pathway across his wounds, angry and welted, others layered in gauze that is seeping with red crimson. Neither of you may talk about this again, but nothing else matters other than getting Eddie Munson between your thighs. Your bestfriend’s waist trickles around a quaking scrape, jagged inhalation relinquishing its hold on his diaphragm.

Your gifting indication towards any semblance comes in a gentle flick of your tongue over Eddie’s woven scar on his abdomen. You make sure to give every singular uncovered mark your lewd enclosure. No otherworldly power could bring Eddie’s eyes off your easing torture, his vision blurring through the tears.

You know.

These clothes he’s wearing, not even his own—you’re on the precipice of hyperventilation if they’re not gone within minutes. You fist a white knuckle grip into tattered fabric, inhaling him like some wild animal. Aftershave, antiseptic, freshly laundered Harrington clothing, cigarette smoke, and that perfected spice Eddie is fragranced in.

His brand.

His guitar pick is gone, having been given to his uncle until Eddie can claim it, along with his rightful innocence.

Chrissy, this is for you.

And you’re sucked back into that timeframe, beaten up denim beneath your weapons strapped bosom, next to Dustin Henderson, watching as Eddie Munson—your bestfriend, brings Hell and Heaven to their knees in another dimension, forging his own chaos, dedicating himself to this cause in her name. And you? That guilt over being selfishly jealous in an apocalyptic life or death situation, envy towards a dead girl, whom had done nothing to you but enchant someone you’ve loved before you could even speak a fucking sentence—is eating you alive. Eddie is frozen, a deer in headlights. Are you coming back?

It’s a dandelion to a hurricane, nothing within seconds. That hard resolve builds its way back around you, your fingers finding his belt, unbuckling, mouth over his smooth jawline, soaking and scorched, pleading with him. “Fuck me like you don’t know who I am.”

You need to forget again.

Eddie is having an internal crisis in a fleeting, secondary pausing. Can he really take you like need, like he can’t breathe if he doesn’t? Will it mean to you what it means to him? He does know you, more than anything he’s ever known his entire life. That soulmate shit, it exists inside you, the singular absolution that remains the same.

Time seems to sprinkle its eerie thunder across you, searing your skin with goosebumps that cause a jolting shiver. Eddie makes a fist, using it to push your floral shirt above your naval, the intricate pattern on his rings drawing circles around it, making you arch—gravity to a fault, and you’re crumbling. Eddie doesn’t take you to the blanket covered couch, doesn’t trip over himself in eager earnest to find a bed to lay you on. His knees knock you back onto the hard floor, a rug your only cushioning. It smells like pine, mothballs, Spring rain.

Your bestfriend’s unruly hair cascades around your face, his slim waist slotting between your legs, hands finishing the work he started. Your shirt tears in a rather comedic unraveling. It joins Steve Harrington’s garment beside your head, abandoning you to overlook Eddie’s body.

He must be hurting so badly…

You’re the biggest bitch alive right now, Eddie is right about that new nickname. Asking this of him after everything he’s been through—both physically and mentally.

“Try and get rid of me after I fill your pussy up, Y/N.” Eddie says it out loud, as if it’s a secretive thought he didn’t mean for your ears.

You start to speak, but Eddie traces your hand until it opens, fingers tickling your palms—jerking you up into him in a crushing embrace, relishing in how badly it hurts his bandaged form. He yanks your bra clasp, dipping his hold underneath the thin straps, tugging until it falls apart. Your thin cotton pants and your ridiculous looking panties are all that remain.

“I should make you beg me.” Eddie’s voice is so warm that it sounds like it’s sun kissed, flaming beneath the sun’s finest rays. “Should make you get back on your knees for me until there’s bruises.”

That ache of familiarity sizzles, making you tense, thighs squeezing closed. Eddie notices, a shit eating grin invading. His thumb pad grazes your bottom lip, his facial curvature meeting your own, piecing together. A ghosting whisper, Eddie troubled by his uneven breaths, manages. “I’ve never wanted to do anything as much as I wanna fuck you right now.”

You can do nothing but nod, entering a locked and sealed territory, that tension snapping. Eddie brings your mouth to his, one hand reclining on your throat, applying minimal pressure, the other slithering its way down into your elastic pants, bumping you into a dragging lean back. You whimper into his mouth when his hand cups you through your ruined underwear, hips rolling into his touch. Every word, each breath, it all sounds so goddamned sinful that you’re lost to Eddie Munson. Backing onto his haunches, Eddie has your shoes and pants off, immediately lifting your legs around his denim wrapped thighs, making sure you feel him.

You grind yourself against his thick hardness, veiled by two layers of fabric—a low growl cartwheeling off your tone. Your hands slink across his back—encouraged to skate across his injuries, a welcomed peace—finding purchase on that ass. His muscles clench underneath your vice grip, letting you move him. Eddie’s delicious mouth rewards yours with a sloppy kiss, his tongue working for entrance—acceptance immediate. Those noisy licks of tongues over one another—messy.

You get Eddie’s belt open the rest of the way, shimmying his jeans down to his ankles, his foot pushing one shoe off, ankle shaking to remove the other. His hands join yours, lacing through your own, as they dip beneath his boxers’ waistband, peeling them off. Those unshed tears wrap around your throat when you see his legs and torso in full.

He barely made it…

Before he can hook too long to your stare, you admire his width, the length. Your mouth is practically salivating, hungry. And Eddie knows he has you captive. If you don’t talk about it, he can still do this, right? And if you block out how much your bestfriend truly means to you, you can let him inside, right?

He spits into his hand, wrapping it around the warmth, pupils demolishing any brown hint his irises birth—all dark and wavy. His neck is red, like a vine wrapping around his flesh, screaming his urges to take. To have. Amidst Hawkins burning, amongst the destruction inside your psyches, you are both bursting at the seams, threads from your closed cuts threatening to wiggle free.

You want to get lost.

Eddie Munson wants to destroy you.

~*~

You raise your arms, hands running through your hair, completely enamored by reality.

We’re really going to do this…

You’d hoped, prayed, but never expected your bestfriend to agree to this. You’ve been so foolishly fucking blind, apparently. Eddie’s mouth is slightly agape, spit perching on his lips, fingers working overtime as he looks at you—merciful and willing. You don’t wait for instruction, knees raising to a bunch, pulling off your panties and flinging them somewhere across the room. Your thighs drop open, feet planting into the rug—rough against your back.

Eddie mumbles something inaudible, holding himself at the base, those veins clawed out over his right hand, winding into his knuckles, his silver bracelet dangling across that very wrist. You’re holding your breath, painting your fingers up and down your chest, seething in a trembling aftershock.

“Get up for me.” Your first command.

Eddie cradles the back of your head when you reach him on shaky fours, at his feet.

“Convince me why we should do this, Y/N. Show me how much you fucking need me.”

It’s already decided, but you entertain it, appeasing your mouth watering curiosity, hand laying atop Eddie’s, nails tapping against his rings, your lips parting, curling over your teeth, you take him into your mouth, that first salty taste melting into your tongue. You moan, knocking his hand out of the way, squeezing, feeling, letting Eddie show you how to touch him. Nude and worshipping him, Eddie is having a hard time controlling himself from using your mouth, discarding your unknown limits. You try a further distance, that gag ever-so-present, only to be ignored. Eddie’s fingers dig into your scalp, tugging harshly on your hair until it aches to an itch at the roots.

When your eyes meet him through the fog, you make it clear you’ll do anything to get to the other side.

“A lady in waiting…” He babbles that nerdy game speak, head dipping back to bare his jugular. “For a true medieval knight.”

There’s my Eddie.

Your mouth is cherry red, swollen, by the time Eddie has to rear back. He wants to fucking kiss that mouth.

It would be okay, yeah? Fuck it.

He nails you to the floor, jaw bone smashing into yours, nose edging yours into a bend, his lips finding you. It’s a frenzied discombobulation, like all air has been vacuumed from planet earth, leaving only Eddie’s breath matching yours pant for pant. Tired and overwhelmed, flooded with trauma that can no longer be discarded, Eddie pulls away, hand splaying above your abdomen, teeth sinking into your bottom lip until you can taste copper—gaining your focus.

“Ask me again, Y/N. Tell me I’m all you fucking need.” He’s damn near whimpering, lost to the possibility of retreating rejection.

He grips your throat with one hand. You swallow against his palming grip, lust drunk. “You know you’re all I’ve ever needed, Eddie.”

Eddie does let out a mewling. You’re giving more than he was prepared for. More than he’s seen from you in weeks. You tug on his long locks, encouraging, tone honey lathered, floating. “Make me come on your fingers.”

“Dammit, Jesus Christ, Y/N.” His bracelet is cool as it trickles along your inner thigh, his firm hand parting you for his feasting.

His rings move patterns—up and down, shaping, mapping, writing some Morse code shit. When he does give into you, it’s a fingertip gliding along your glistening labia, arousal stringing from you. He marvels.

“The sweetest little pussy has always been mine, and no one is gonna take it from me.” He muses, a possessive strength encasing his words, yet he’s still not doing exactly what your body is begging for.

Your back arches, attempting to help you gain an upper hand. You exert yourself, cries softly dying out when Eddie doesn’t give in.

“You could’ve asked anyone to fuck you, but you didn’t.”

He knows.

Eddie’s lips press against your jaw, his fingers finally opening you—warning obliterated—being accepted with a squelching slide. He pushes a little more on your throat to combine, you practically coo at him. He’s never been this hard before, unable to move without that pattering pain. And as you tighten those slick walls around him, his stomach feels the pressure.

You know…

~*~*~**~*~*~

Tagging: @littledemondani @prettyboyeddiemunson @lovelylangdonx

[loudblonde]

Simon "Ghost" Riley x Male!Reader Mafia AU, (Chapter Sixteen)

Summery: (Y/N) and Ghost finally return home, although their return home is less then ideal, after an argument they go to each their own, causing Ghost to revert a bit back to the way he was before. As Price drags Simon in, his whole world gets upturnt as he battles with his loyalty to Price and love for (Y/N).

Warnings: Mentions of torure,

Word Count: 2,4k

They had made a plane, the noise of the engine wasn’t enough to silence either of the men's minds. Thoughts on what had happened and what would happen were racing through Simon's mind. He had disobeyed Price’s direct order, he had not only completely and totally fallen for (Y/N), but he had slept with him. Simon was compromised and Ghost was as well. While his other persona had screamed and screamed at how they were making a mistake, how they were going to get punished, Simon hadn’t listened, he had completely and utterly allowed himself to be owned by a walking red flag that was incapable of truly loving him. Yet, each time he was shown care and love intoxicated him, it made him dream of what could be if Price wasn’t in the way of their love.

…

The thought was vile, it made Simon sick to his stomach, but perhaps…

Perhaps…

Just maybe.

In the distant future.

Maybe Price needed to die so their love could bloom.

No, it was appalling, he couldn’t kill John Price, the man who took him in when he had nothing, the man who rescued him from his father. John Price was too important to die.

(Y/N)’s hand was possessively on Simon’s leg, almost as though he was clinging to the hope that them being together wouldn’t immediately be punished. (Y/N)’s mind was going a million miles a minute, trying to find ways he could defend that cherished pet he had gotten in the form of Simon. He had come to rather like him, especially since Simon was rebuilding confidence and becoming a right old bastard. Simon grounded him in reality and helped him keep on point, he hadn’t been lost in his time away, not with Simon there…. He knew his nightmares would start up again the moment he couldn’t share the bed with Simon, hell… Simon’s nightmares would as well, he doubted either of them could sleep after this. Could he even sleep without Simon there?

Not to mention how Ghost would most likely take over again, everything that (Y/N) built up inside Simon, every ounce of twisted love and corrupted care would be washed away as his father got his hands on Ghost again.

Perhaps (Y/N) could ask for Ghost as a gift, though he wasn’t sure how his father would react. John was conflicted about the bodyguard. On one hand, there had been the client dying and the one million pounds of lost cargo but on the other hand (Y/N) knew Simon and this Soap had definitely been how his father coped with not seeing his son grow up. He had probably seen Simon’s failure as his own, the punishment wasn’t befitting of the crime.

(Y/N) didn’t want to know what the punishment would be for Simon if John ever discovered what had happened between them. Time was precious. (Y/N) sighed softly before leaning his head against Simon’s shoulder, the plane would land at any moment now. “My father can’t know, right?”

“No, I think he would kill me,” Simon said. “Or maybe not kill me, but I disobeyed his orders, direct orders.”

“I will protect you, maybe ask for you to be assigned to me.” (Y/N) said.

Simon looked down at the younger man. “And if I were to suggest that we break apart? For your safety.”

(Y/N) sat up and looked directly into his eyes. “I would tell you that you were an idiot, we are both capable men, I am not some damsel in distress.”

“I’m a weakness, (nickname), if you care more than you already do someone would use that against you,” Simon said, ignoring the way his heart was aching and breaking.

“Why do I feel like we are breaking up?” (Y/N) asked. “After everything we have been through?” Cold anger was rising within him, he had immaculate control and yet the fact Simon was stupid enough to even suggest them not even trying, after all their promises to each other were testing every ounce of self-control he possessed.

Simon looked away. “It would just be safer this way, no one would know and you could get a partner you could publicly be with.”

(Y/N) looked away as well, they were amongst civilians, he couldn’t make any rash decisions. “Whatever, have it your way, Ghost.”

—

(Y/N) shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, I have heard a lot. I’m (Y/N) though you may hear some call me Chip.”

They landed during the afternoon, despite the sun being up and no cloud in the sky, (Y/N) was freezing cold. He looked to a new man he had yet to see who spoke with Ghost while they were catching up, (Y/N) was in the back of the car, he had nothing to say to Ghost or this man he spoke to.

The doors opened and Ghost got into the driver's seat, he was wearing his full mask again, back to normal. The other man looked at (Y/N) and held his hand out. “I’m Soap or John, whatever you prefer.”

“Chip, I have heard about you, son of Viper.” Soap said. “Heard you didn’t inherit her affinity for poison.”

“I don’t use poisons when I kill, I tend to favour information extraction over the kill, it’s a messy but rather fun experience, though the clean-up is horrible.” (Y/N) chuckled, fully intent on ignoring Ghost as he drove them towards his father.

“Oooh, well we may have use for that, Lad, Price has one of the people who were a threat, they aren’t speaking and we need to know if there is more.” Soap said.

“Oh that would be my pleasure.” (Y/N) said, smirking even more.

Soap matched the absolutely feral smirk that (Y/N) had on his face. “You and I are gonna get along just fine.”

By the time they arrived at the manor again, (Y/N) was just chatting with Soap, both men getting closer and closer by the minute. (Y/N) got out of the car and looked at his father before walking over and giving him a nod. “Here I am, safe and sound.”

“I can see that.” Price said. “And Ghost?”

“Did his job, he is safe and in one piece though injured his hand a wee bit back. But he was good at his job.” (Y/N) replied with the praise that Ghost had earned.

Price nodded at that and looked at Ghost. “Get your hand checked out by Doc, just to make sure it’s a’right.”

“Yes sir.” Ghost replied before leaving into the manor.

Soap slung his arm around (Y/N)’s shoulders and looked at Price. “So, I ‘eard a little bird singin’ about how a certain someon’ gets answers out of folk’ easier than a bird finding a lad in a bar.”

“Yes, the infamous Chip and the corpses left behind. What’s your success rate?” Price asked pointedly.

“I haven’t killed anyone with my methods in years, I could get the information you need.” (Y/N) said with a hum. “I do have my drawing kit with me, it shouldn't be too hard to get the information we need.”

Soap whistled. “What’s the order, boss?”

“Sure, let me see what my son can do.” Price said, sounding a wee bit proud. “If you are anything like your mother then I will be proud of you.”

(Y/N) smiled widely. “Is the client here?”

“Aye, downstairs, I can take ya.” Soap said.

“Go ahead and report back to me when you are done.” Price said.

(Y/N) and Soap departed downstairs, the basement was rather cosy but it had a secretly expanded section they used to hold prisoners that they didn’t just want to have in one of their many off-site facilities.

(Y/N) looked at the man and took a picture of his face, he sent it to a friend and asked for information about him. “Can we put on some music?” (Y/N) asked hopefully. “Classical, for low stress.”

“Low stress?” Soap asked, confused as to why (Y/N) would avoid stress in this situation.

“Yes,” (Y/N) said cheerfully, “It prevents them from bleeding out too fast.”

Soap scratched the back of his neck but got a speaker, he put on some peaceful classical music and leaned back against the wall.

(Y/N) hummed along as he disinfected the arms of the soon-to-be armless man. “Hi, I am Chip, you may not know who I am as I don’t normally operate in the UK, but I will be the one extracting information today.”

Soap was genuinely put off by how cheerful (Y/N) sounded, he sounded chipper, another way his name fit him.

“Fuck you.” The man said and spit (Y/N) in the face.

(Y/N) sighed as he wiped the spit away. “Now that was rude, so let's begin~”

—

“Simon.” Soap entered the other man's bedroom to find him maskless and reading. Soap had a look of absolute dread on his face. “I am never watching (Y/N) get information, ever again. It was pure minging. I canny with that, I ken that he was raised by an absolute weapon but the way he chipped away at that poor lad's arm, I actually felt sorry for him.”

Simon looked at him unimpressed. “Can I get the translation in English?”

Soap sat down and just looked ahead with a thousand-yard stare. “He didn’t bleed out, Si, he is still alive but you can see bone on half the fucking arm!”

Simon shuddered a bit. “He did talk to me about it briefly but to actually see the effect on you.” He chuckled weakly. “Guess we don’t have to worry about not sending enough messages now.”

“The Polis will be all over us if we start dumping bodies like that.” Soap said.

Simon thought about it. “We could always go into the funeral home business, it could be a good way to dispose of bodies.”

“I will take that up with Price, now tell me, how did it go with the lad while away?”

Simon closed his book. “Not bad, he has night terrors, trouble sleeping, a bit delicate when it comes to food though. He has no trouble eating chicken eggs, just not other bird eggs.”

“Who can blame him? It’s a wee bit weird.” Soap said. “But I am glad it went well, (Y/N) praised you to Price so expect to be called in.” With that Soap stood up. “Ah and welcome home, Ghost.” He said before leaving.

Simon sighed and looked up at the ceiling. “Fucking hell…”

He didn’t have to wait long before being summoned, Simon went through the motions of putting his mask on before rolling his shoulders. Ghost looked into the cracked mirror. His emotions fell aside. He was nothing… without the mask. He served no one…. But Price. He was worth less than a dog… right?

Ghost walked out of the room and went up the familiar stairs to Price’s office. He knocked thrice before entering, Price was standing by a window smoking a cigar, the scent was strong in the room. “How have you been, sir?”

“Worried though those feelings have calmed down. The Russians left our turf though Nick stayed back this time, apparently done being a spy in their ranks, which I have been enjoying tremendously.” Price chuckled before looking at Ghost.

“I heard you did a good job.” Price continued as he sat down. “That’s good, I expect nothing less.” The silence was awkward before Price motioned for the chair.

Ghost walked in and sat down, he said nothing, he knew better than to talk when he was in the presence of Price.

“Give me your report.” Price said, though without the usual level of bark.

“We arrived at the winter cabin and stayed for a few days before we were ordered to burn and evacuate, we hit the ground and travelled to France where (Y/N) used his connections to get us a room in this weird hotel, I think it’s connected to an organisation of killers for hire. We met someone called the Purple Cardinal who knew (Y/N).”

“I am vaguely familiar with him, he must be in his 80’s by now.” Price said.

“(Y/N) said he was turning 79 next time. We didn’t stay for long, (Y/N) knew someone called König who lived alongside the border, he used to be close with (Y/N), and from what I saw I assume they had been lovers in the past. We stayed there until (Y/N) could secure a safe house in Sweden, we had just arrived the day before you called us home.” Ghost finished the report.

Price gave a nod. “Good, you have done everything you should. I want you to stay with (Y/N) as his main bodyguard, we both know he doesn’t need it but Roach has proven himself very useful here, I will keep him close and train him up for your old job, this is a promotion, Simon.”

Ghost straightened up. “Thank you, it’s an honour.”

Price looked at him. “If you prefer the mask, you can keep it on, but you have proven yourself capable of protecting the only person who matters to me, you don’t need Ghost anymore, Simon is more than capable.”

Ghost pulled the mask off and looked down at it before looking at Price. “Sir… there are more things you should know before giving me this task.”

Price leaned back and motioned for him to continue.

“I… your son is charismatic and charming beyond what I have ever met before, I know that no matter what you try, half the men and women who work for you will be in love with him the first day he is introduced, then it’s only a matter of time after that. Your son is amazing and I love him, but I will never act on those emotions, no matter what happened to us during our trip.”

“What happened?”

“We haven’t been physical, but we were close, it was me who ended it, (Y/N), as far as I know, will never be capable of loving me or anyone, the way he was raised prevented that. But he cares somewhat, he kept saying he would find a way to protect me.”

Price nodded a bit. “Thank you for telling me this, Simon. I will watch in these following weeks if what you claimed is true, then and only then will I make a judgement on what you just said. Feel free to leave.”

Simon stood up and left the room, still holding his mask. He had either signed his death warrant or he had just saved his own skin and gotten promoted beyond just this superficial promotion.

He walked into the security office and looked at Roach. “Congratulations.” He said.

Roach signed a ‘Thank you.’ and a ‘You too.’

Perhaps Simon was not totally screwed over and fucked… yeah… hopefully.

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Hopefully

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Tongue Tied (18+)

steven grant x f!reader steven and reader are fresh into their dating phase (after a long time of friendship). reader finally admits she’s ready to try something new. warnings: first time sex talk between two mildly drunk, awkward virgins lmao, pet names, alcohol consumption, minors go tf away this is clearly a telltale “i wrote this purely for myself and only to please me” bit of writing that has collected dust in my notes app. so do with this little 888 word blurb what you will. i just really love this dude and the idiots to lovers trope.

“I don’t really understand sex. I mean obviously because I’ve never done it before.” She didn’t mean to sound so annoyed with her last statement, but it didn’t help that she began to talk through a clenched jaw. “But, I think…” she shifted to hold her cup of wine between both hands as she stared down into it, “… I want to do it with you.”

Steven’s reaction (or rather lack thereof) was no surprise to her. When she looked up through her lashes, it was clear what was going on in his brain from his side of the loveseat. She could practically see the cogs churning and breaking down behind his eyes. And unfortunately, all the metaphorical computer shutdown noises coming from Steven.exe was not enough to fill the silence, so she’d felt the need to buy him time to power back up.

“Obviously, we won’t really know what we’re doing and everyone has warned me that it probably won’t be good the first time. But like— I think all of my friends lost it really young, back when we all had this limited concept of what sex was supposed to be and how we were supposed to be perform in it. And I just know I wouldn’t have to worry about all that with you. And anyway— anyway the other day, all you did was like groan while stretching and I still can’t get it out of my head. I just want to make you… feel good I guess.”

A bit of a long winded way to say ‘please let me put your dick in my mouth’, but at least she eventually got to a point. Steven seemed to have finally defrosted, but only enough to rapidly bat his eyelashes. His face was still stuck doing that thing where one brow was arched a bit higher than the other, his mouth agape despite the fact that he may not be breathing at all.

She took a long sip out of her glass, allowing him all the time in the world to respond. Although she realized that maybe it would be easier if she’d probed him with a question. “So that’s what’s been on my mind lately. What’s on yours?” She punctuated with an amused smile into her glass.

“Sweetheart, darling, my love.” His free hand flattened to his chest, wallops of air finally reviving him there. “Am I red right now? I must be glowing red.” They joined in laughter together as she nodded extra hard. He moved to fanning himself, while he set his own wine glass on the coffee table. She tried not to focus too much on how he had to fold forward and into her proximity to reach.

“Does that mean you want to have sex with me too?”

“Yes. Bloody— yes, love.”

She laughed even harder, inspiring some more from him as well. “Okay, let me say now though, I don’t want to do like full blown sex yet.”

“Of course, yeah.”

“I really, really just want to know how to—“ funny how the proper words to the action never feel right coming out of her mouth. Even when she’d try to engage in the sex-capade talks with her friends that they frequently got in to. Her lips could only press hard together. The rest of the sentence knocked at the front of her skull wanting only to burst out.

Poor Steven looked on patiently, hanging on for dear life. Until he was chuckling out a, “oh, shy now, are we?”

“God, I wish you could just read my mind.” She said instead, throwing a hand out in defeat.

He threw his hand in a similar gesture, “it’s okay, we’re talking about it. Just say it!”

She could feel the anticipation building suddenly, which she knew all too well would cause her to freeze up thrice over. So she started again, “I really, really want to know how to—“ she turned her head as far left as she could, only managing to clear her throat. “Sssssssssss…” ah, she really was useless. She jokingly dry heaved.

And she was grateful for his burst of laughter, he even feigned offense in his reply, “Oh my god, well don’t make yourself sick.”

“Okay, I’m being childish. I’m just going to say it. ‘Cause it’s literally no big deal.” She tried to convince herself, even setting the wine glass down beside his for some kind of finality. “I mean it might be a big deal, it’s not like I’ve seen it yet.” She cocked her brows at his crotch for a second.

“Oh my god.” He sounded incredulous.

“Can I suck your dick?” She dropped her palms to her thighs.

“Oh my god.” His voice pitched a lot lower that time he said it.

She felt aglow again. Awash down her chest like she’d been hit with a craving, just like when he groaned the other day.

He visibly swallowed, then licked his wine-stained lips. Before finally he said, “yes.”

“Yes what?”

“What?”

“Yes, I can what?”

“Yes, you can…” his eyes roamed the space around them distractedly. He was redder than the first time they’d kissed.

She couldn’t help but smile cruelly, as she began to close the distance between them, “see it’s not easy to say, is it?”

His laughter was so breathy she almost didn’t recognize it as such. Until they were both fighting back smiles between smooches.

[ashs-cardboard-box]

Apologetically outspoken

~ Levi/GN!Reader

~ Can be read as platonic or romantic, romantic implied

~ 619 words

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"Sorry I'm so loud.." you sigh heavily as you lean forward and rest your chin atop Levi's thigh, as if a dog begging for table scraps. You had the tendency to be quite obnoxious at times. Often one of the most out-spoken cadets among the Survey Corps, if Eren isn't in the same room, that is.

Levi quirks an eyebrow as he tears his eyes away from the mounds of paperwork piled on the wooden desk in front of him, looking down at you with that signature, expressionless gaze. His long fingers mindlessly feeling over the quill in hand as he stops writing.

With Levi being the captain, the two of you almost never got to spend time together during the day. On those rare occasions you did, one of you always had work to do that the other didn't. Of course, you work your way around that. Currently sitting on the floor next to Levi, in front of the heavy, wooden desk. Your chin resting on his thigh as you look up at him through bright eyes. One of your hands on the ground beneath you, to support your weight. The other hand caressing up and down Levi's shin, over top of his boots.

As much as Levi wouldn't be caught dead admitting that he enjoyed your company, he did. He liked the way the warmth from your hands blossomed across his body with each minute touch. The way your lips pursed with a pout as you figured out the two of you would be extraordinarily busy the next day; only to have it kissed away by him without a second thought.

"You are loud," he murmurs monotonously in agreement as he looks back down to his paperwork. His jet black hair falling over his face, not bothering to move it back, just thinking about how soon he should cut it. "But don't apologize."

Your eyebrows knit together in the middle out of confusion. Your eyes flick over his own closely, as if trying to read what in the world is going on in his mind-- only to fail. Even you couldn't read those micro expressions of his..not yet anyways.

"What do you mean?" You ask quietly, a drastic tone change from your usual, loud-mouthed self. "You hate noise.. tell me all the time how "unnecessarily loud" everyone always seems to be." You point out, quoting the words Levi would mutter under his breath when having to be stuck in a meeting with anyone in the entire regiment.

"That's true, I do." He muses with a hint of a laugh, only amounting to a small breath out of his nose. The familiar drone of silence ringing out throughout the room, interrupted by the scratching of Levi's quill nib scratching ink into the documents.

"But I like that about you...brat." He adds flatly, trying to seem as nonchalant as possible about what he's saying. Subtly stopping his writing again and looking down at you out of the corner of his eye. Though he'd rather get fed to a titan than admit he enjoys your reactions.

Your eyes practically light up with stars at his words, a broad grin splitting across your face, displacing the baby fat stored in your cheeks. Muttering a small "thank you" under your breath as you lay your head on the outside of his thigh appreciatively.

Levi gives a small grunt in response. Reaching his free hand down and gently stroking your hair, his other going right back to writing, as if not doing anything at all. While it wasn't a conventional way of spending time together, the two of you still enjoyed it. Who knows if there could be a tomorrow to enjoy it?

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im actually kinda proud of this wtf ? m working on an Arthur thing rn but its not as short lolz :3

[pieroulette]

#006 adventure ▶ koga yudai.

one word prompt.

a/n: random nonsense :3

a long car drive.

sure, it sounds fun—often hearing it from your peers as one of their potential ideas for dating, and it did at some point piqued your interest enough to google a few searches in your phone but despite that, you've never understood why.

you'd rather spent your days and nights tucked in your cozy blanket as you binge-watched your anime watch-list or simply reading your fave manga's recent chapter than going out at blind night and god knows where.

you'd never understood it, but you didn't judge, yet you simply never bothered with it.

but that was until you knew him; koga yudai, or simply called as kei. the new boy arriving from the city for a fresh breathe of air out from all that pollution and bustling noises, he says.

by the looks of it, he was all you can describe as a city boy and therefore you've made your decision to simply avoid him at all cost, or if it's inevitable, just exchange a few words without stretching things any further, as city boys in general left a bad taste in your tongue.

tall, handsome, striking, dangerous, playboy; he was all you can defined with all the vocabularies you consumed from a wattpad book you've last read a couple of years ago.

you also might add that you cringe at the thought of having a relationship with a guy like him as a result of being influenced by all your extra indulgence in fictional world of romances.

who knows what he hid behind those captivating image of him?

yet all that first layer of judgement in your damn brain eventually leads to all of the outcome it was today. not that you would say that you regret it, of course you didn't. but it was nowhere your expectations, and at some point; you felt the urge to slap your cheeks to remind yourself that this wasn't a dream.

"wanna go on an adventure with me?"

a long car drive at night with a boy that defines the entire night an adventure.

and it was only when night falls upon half of the world, when the stars returned to adorned the skies along with the main star; the moon, hanging on top of the pinnacle for all to bask on her beauty.

—that the hidden layer beneath those fabricated image of him rips apart like complex origami papers returning back to its original form, and you were able to witness just how his marble eyes sparkled even more as his right hand gripped on the steering wheel, whilst his other hand leisurely resting on his thigh—navigating the car onto a journey without a destination.

his lips uttering words you've never heard him say during the day; how the moon looks so damn pretty more than the sun as he can't stand them without squinting his eyes, or how it was so peaceful and serene during at night—where there were less people around and how he was able to roam everywhere he wanted because no one would be there, or how he could drive for as long as he wanted as it gave him a peace of mind—a chance for him to reflect deeply in silence.

he mentions he rarely turns on the radio, often delving in utter silence along the journey as he prefers it more but since you were here, he thought—it won't hurt to turn it once, so you won't get so bored with him here.

2:07 A.M.

at this very moment, you should've been sleeping after finishing the recent episode of your favourite show and eating your hot ramen, sleeping sound and safe with the utmost comfort, in your own dwelling and blanket.

yet here you are now, going an adventure where it was evidently your first time to see the outside world during this ungodly hours; the silence along the long street and roads, all the shops and stores closed by now, the pitch black windows from all the buildings lined in a row, and all the things you could mention but you keep silent—not wanting to ruin his peaceful happiness.

it was your first time, the world at night are nothing close as the world during the day. whenever you heard the word 'adventure', you would often imagine a full blown luminous sky with the scorching sun paired with the blasting sound of life playing in the background, lively atmosphere with hyperactive motions like sprinting and jumping, anything that screams constant erratic movement that defies the word 'silence'.

but this was nothing you expected to be screaming the word adventure.

it was more like humming.

humming in the muted or soft colours of lullaby into your ears; an adventure made out of a silence that engulfs your mind, heart, and soul in constant motion. like ripples dancing across the lake. for sure, it wasn't your body going on a big boost of energy with a blasting music behind but it was your mind that were able to function properly in this silence.

in this adventure, where a thousand words could be conveyed in silence.

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