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Soft Rain: Gojo Satoru x Reader (SMUT! Mature/Explicit) Part 2

I want to first say I usually try to find a photo that fits the aesthetic of the story but this one was way too good to walk away from. Everyone enjoys this gem <3. Also, this fic because it's too damn long is split up into two parts. Part 1 is already up and is linked here. Highly recommend reading it first before this one so you don't get confused.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Rating:Mature/Explicit (Sexual scenes)

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Summary: You are in a coffee shop one rainy day when a sad beautiful stranger enters. Slowly, you open up to each other in the warm confinement of the cafe. Little did you know that you would fall in love with this man, and he with you.

I wrote this from the perspective of seeing Satoru with his barriers down. No masks, no facades, just him when he's alone with his haunting thoughts. I wanted to give him a more human perspective and touch on some of the things that plague his mind. I know I have been MIA for quite some time, if you were someone who was waiting for this I am sorry! Life has been a rollercoaster recently but I am finally back to being in a place of stability. This is certainly a longer fic, so I hope you all enjoy it. As always feel free to let me know your thoughts in the comments below!

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*Word Count: 25k+

October: Halloween, Shibuya

I know it’s Halloween, but does there have to be so many people outside?!

You began pushing your way through the crowds of people, ignoring the press of anxiety in your chest. All you needed to do was make it to the train station so you could go home, but it seemed as you got closer to the Shibuya Hikarie Building the throng of bodies got tighter.

Ugh, maybe I should just find a hotel for the night.

With a huff of air passing your lips, you make to turn around, but you hear something strange through your headphones.

Doubting yourself, you pull out one bud.

“ Bring Satoru Gojo. ”

Satoru… Gojo?

People chanted these words over and over again, stretching down to the train tracks.

What the fuck is going on?

Swallowing your anxiety, you begin pushing your way inside the building. The clusters of bodies became thicker. Their skin brushed yours as you continued to the center. You ignored the foreign touch, pushing your intrusive thoughts to the back of your mind.

Is it who I think it is? Or am I just being delusional?

Once inside, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

There he was, hands in his pockets, hovering right in the middle of the building, staring straight down to the train tracks.

“I can fly!”

Your eyes widened. Running to the edge while elbowing through sweaty bodies. You needed to be closer; to confirm what you are seeing.

Is it him? Am I hallucinating right now?

As soon as you’re at the edge, you call out his name, but the crowd drowns out your voice. You shout as loud as you can, but you might as well be whispering. The crowd's anxious chatter washes out your voice, rendering your desperate shouts useless.

Then he descends to the basement, a murderous aura following in his wake.

An article from 2006 pops into your head.

Satoru Gojo, head of the Gojo Clan, pinnacle of the Jujutsu world.

Without a second thought, you break out in a sprint to the stairs. People stare at you in confusion, but you ignore them, shoving your way through their bodies. His words play in your mind, puzzle pieces falling into place.

“I am the strongest sorcerer of this generation.” “…my role is incredibly isolating.”

Something is wrong.

You run, taking two steps at a time, hand ghosting over the railing for support. You knew you were useless, and if he was in any trouble you wouldn’t be able to do anything. But you also couldn’t do nothing . Not when he was right in front of you, not when you spent weeks thinking about him.

He lingered on your heart like a tattoo – permanent and painfully hard to get rid of. If you loved him, you didn’t know. But you do know your soul yearns to be with him.

Please be safe. I don’t give a shit how strong you are, don’t be stupid.

Bursting through the doors of the basement floor, you’re met with a sea of bodies. You couldn’t see anything other than people dressed in Halloween costumes for miles.

Cursing inwardly, you push past them, elbows out to your sides. Their bodies brush your skin, and you ignore your itching flesh. The only thing on your mind was getting to him, was seeing him.

Sweat coated you from head to toe, you could hear a commotion up ahead, but you were still too far away.

Your heart raced against your chest so hard, you were afraid it was going to burst. Faint screams filled your ears, but you ignored them. It was like you were possessed, the burn in your legs didn’t matter, the thin air in your lungs didn’t bother you, you just wanted him.

People started pushing their way into the tracks as the screams became clearer and clearer. Then suddenly, they stopped.

Dead silence rang out.

Huh?

Bodies stop moving in an instant, but you don’t. You see Satoru move at a blinding speed. Blood splatters all around you, coating your skin in its warm, sticky substance. You don’t even have time to process anything. The world seems to be fast-forwarded, and you can’t comprehend the sight before you.

Then the area clears.

He stops, breath heavy with blood on his cheek as he takes in the carnage along with a small box in front of him.

“Satoru–”

“Gate open,”

The cube box opens, revealing its fleshy body with an eye that stares right at Satoru. He makes to move away but a man with long black hair and a stitched scar across his head steps into view, calling out warmly to him.

You watch as Satoru freezes, disbelief in his wide blue eyes.

He asks the theatrically dressed man who he is, anger and confusion dancing in his tone.

The moment the answer leaves the black-haired male's mouth, all air evaporates. The eye sticks to Satoru’s body, rendering him helpless.

Suguru Geto?

Satoru’s words flash in your mind.

“I haven’t talked to anyone about Suguru since it happened…” “No, but you could see it that way. He… Was like the other half of me. Someone I could trust. I knew with him, I could let go and be myself. I could breathe…” “He’s dead. It’s been a year,”

There’s no way. This is fucked. I need to do something, maybe a distraction–

Satoru’s eyes flash to you, only meeting yours for a second, but he makes it count by mouthing:

RUN.

You stagger back a step, foot catching on the rail as Satoru starts shouting at the other male – his dead best friend, asking who he is.

Turning around, you move your leadened legs, each step feeling as if you were pulling a freight train.

“My six eyes tell me… That you’re Suguru Geto. But my soul knows otherwise! Hurry up and answer!! WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!”

The anger and pain in his voice was so guttural, that it rattled your soul.

What the fuck is going on?!

You cry silently, forcing your body to run away, even though everything in you told you to turn around. You knew you’d die if you did, so you kept moving through the tears.

Dead deformed bodies were littered all around you with blood staining the tracks red. You had to force your eyes to the sky, afraid you’d vomit.

He’s only subdued, sealed. Not dead. Not dead.

Despite yourself, you return your eyes to the floor to search the dead bodies' faces, fearful that one of them will be his.

You were panting when you reached the stairs, but you continued pressing on, only repeating one thing to yourself;

Not dead.

—

Shibuya was pandemonium.

People, who you assumed were curse users, are fighting everywhere. You couldn’t see what exactly they were fighting, but you could feel it. The wrongness.

Your mind was racing, you didn’t know what to do. Anxiety and bile crawled up your throat, as your body felt like it weighed a thousand pounds. Your legs were numb and your heart was beating erratically.

I need to get out of here.

Eyes scanning your surroundings, you move, aiming for downtown, away from the central fighting point. But when the edge becomes clearer, you see that people are frantically pressing against an invisible wall.

A barrier of some sort–

“NANAMIIIII!”

This name is being shouted from the top of a tall building seemingly in the middle of the sector.

Whoever is yelling has some lungs on them… I can’t get distracted, I have to move.

Panic began bubbling up in your chest you ran as fast as you could, ducking into a small department store, immediately pulling down the metal guard gate and locking it.

You pressed your back to the glass doors, head tilted to the ceiling, breaths heavy and uneven.

Am I going to die here?

You look down at your body.

Blood covered you, staining your khakis and shirt. It clung to your skin and matted your hair. The feeling is disgustingly sticky and the smell of iron assaults your senses, nearly making you gag.

Moving away from the doors, you explore the department store while your body shakes. You needed to move, otherwise countless strangers' dead faces would flash in your mind, making your only thought about their mixed blood covering you.

It seemed as if you were the only person in the building, so you located the seat behind the front desk and sat down.

So many people died, and Satoru… He’s in a box.

You felt so incredibly numb.

You came to Shibuya to buy a few things from your favorite thrift store, but then this happened. Nothing made sense and you couldn’t wrap your head around why so many people passed out and you didn’t.

Leaning back in your chair, you loosed a shuddering breath.

“What the fuck.”

Then the world shook.

—

Megumi was on duty for the evacuation team after the Shibuya Incident. Gojo was sentenced to death and so was Principal Yaga, along with the reinstatement of Yuji’s execution.

This is troublesome.

He entered a department store on the edge of town, fully expecting no one to be present due to having to break the locked gate.

“Hello, is anyone here?” He calls out, voice tired and raw from the night prior. His eyes disinterestedly scan the aisles, until something moves.

A woman, covered in dried blood from head to toe, steps out behind an aisle, hammer poised to attack him. Immediately he puts up his hands, summoning his cursed technique for protection.

“I am not here to hurt you, just here to help you out of the disaster area,” Megumi spoke slowly, but the woman only tightened her hands around the handle of the weapon.

“The name Satoru Gojo, what does it mean to you?” Her voice, soft and calm, asks him. There was no edge to it, despite the murderous intent of her body language.

“He’s my teacher.”

What is wrong with this lady? Is she asking because she was forced to ask for him last night? But all that blood… There’s no way she was at the tracks, she wouldn’t be here if she were.

The woman nodded once, then set down the hammer, approaching him with caution.

“I am… I know him, in a way.”

Oh no, not another one.

“Last night, I followed him down to the basement. I am a normal person, so if he was fighting curses, I don’t know. But I saw him get put in this ancient box covered with eyes. The person who did it is Suguru Geto, but… I think someone is inhabiting his body. That’s all I know, I hope it helps.”

The woman spoke clearly without any fear, but Megumi only became more confused.

“There’s no way you would be here though. We’re still removing the unconscious bodies of civilians from the station. Why were you not affected?”

She simply shrugged her shoulders.

“I don’t know, don’t ask me. The rest of Japan, is it safe?”

The way she spoke caught him off guard. So matter-of-fact and clear, but her body shook. Clearly, she was disturbed but trying not to show it.

She’s not a sorcerer, but she knows about Gojo’s significance. Were they close? Did he tell her everything?

Megumi tried to remember if his teacher mentioned any non-sorcerer woman he was interested in, but nothing came to mind.

“For now, but the situation is unstable. There’s no telling what’s going to happen with that guy gone. We’re going to do everything we can to save him, but I am not sure if it’s possible.” He spoke honestly and the woman nodded, grabbing a piece of paper and writing something down on it.

“This is my number. I’ll do my independent research. In a week, call me and we’ll check bases.”

With that, she gave him a warm smile and left.

Who is she?

November:19 Days After the Incident

You were sitting on your couch, petting Noir anxiously when you got the call.

Did it work?

Sliding the green answer button, you shakily pressed the device to your ear.

“Miss L/N? This is Yuji Itadori. He’s free.”

Thank god.

“Thank you.”

The weight on your shoulders lifted and the anxiousness died.

Not dead.

“I’ll let him know you helped us.”

“Don’t worry about it, he’s out. That’s all that matters. Be safe.”

Hanging up the phone, you press your nose into Noir’s fur. Her soft warmth seeped into your chest as her purs tickled your skin, relaxing you.

You cry softly, hugging her body close to yours. Knowing that this changed nothing, he still had so many painful troubles. But he is free, he is alive , and that’s all that matters to you.

Regardless of what your place in his world is.

—

“You said a civilian helped you guys expedite my release?”

Is she safe? Was I distracting enough for them not to notice her presence?

“Yes. Fushiguro found her and she relayed what she saw on the tracks during your fight.” Yuji explained brightly, even though his friend was now Sukuna’s vessel.

There’s no way anyone saw what happened. No one except…

He shot out of his seat, surprising Yuji.

“What’s her name?”

“Huh? Oh, it’s Miss L/N? She said she knows you.”

Satoru scrunched his brows.

She never told me her last name.

“Her first name, what is it?”

Yuji looked at him as if he lost it but he didn’t care.

“Y/n, I think?”

He was already moving.

“Eh? Where are you going?!”

“I’ll be back!”

—

Rain fell heavily from the gray sky, but not a drop touched him.

She’s dead. You killed her, just like you did to Suguru. Your strength is a curse – not a gift. You’re cursed to be alone.

I am not my past. It does not define me.

Running as fast as he could, he ignored the thoughts invading his mind, pushing them away with her shared mantra. Images of her body, bloodied and disfigured threatened his vision, but he blinked it away; refusing to let his fear control him.

Soon he reached the familiar home that is tucked away from the noise of the city – a sanctuary. He hesitated, the familiar feeling of dread washing over him, making his legs leadened.

Confirm her safety then leave.

Taking a deep breath in, he forced himself to move, mentally putting in the effort to place one foot in front of the other, until he reached the door.

Satoru raised a shaky hand and knocked, but there was no answer.

Fear crawled up his throat, making it hard to breathe.

Please.

Swallowing his dry saliva, he twisted the door handle, surprised to find it unlocked.

He closed his eyes and held his breath. If she wasn’t here, he would search all of Japan until he found her.

He had until December…

Stepping inside the house, the familiar scent of her flooded his senses, making his legs feel hollow.

Be here, be safe .

Slowly, he opened his eyes.

There she was as if nothing happened.

She had fallen asleep on the couch, the soft glow of golden lights kissing her skin as Noir curled against her body. They looked peaceful enough to make him sigh in relief.

However, when he stepped closer, he saw the tear streaks on her cheeks.

That peaceful image shattered.

Satoru moved closer, not trusting his eyes to tell him the truth.

Noir woke first, big blue eyes recognizing him as she moved out of her owner's arms, careful to not wake her. The feline came up to him, nudging his shaking legs as if telling him to go to her.

Why are you crying?

Holding his breath, he approached her sleeping figure. Anxiety swirled in his chest as he tried to make sense of his feelings.

Should I turn around now? You’d be happier without me, right?

Noir nudged him again, pulling him from his thoughts.

Biting his inner cheek, he crouched down so he was now eye level with her body. For a moment, he allowed himself to take in the sight in front of him.

Soft even breaths kissed his cheeks and he watched the steady rise and fall of her chest. It deafened his thoughts, replacing them with overwhelming relief.

She’s alive. This isn’t a dream.

“Y/n,” he called and she stirred.

Satoru watched as she blinked away her sleep, eyes adjusting to her surroundings, confusion on her face until finally she looked his way.

Her lovely eyes met his, soft and kind – the eyes that made him feel seen .

“Satoru?” she breathed, taking his face in her hands, eyes searching his as if confirming he was real.

You’re alive. They seemed to whisper, relief swimming in her irises.

He nodded, wrapping his hands around her wrists, and leaning into her warmth. His blood sang from the contact, tension ebbing out of his body.

Her presence alone was enough to calm his soul.

“You followed me, even though you knew it was dangerous.”

He wasn’t sure if was breathing. His eyes scanned every inch of her body, checking for injury, any sign of pain, thankfully finding nothing. But it didn’t quell the anxiety in his chest. The uneasiness still pressed at his throat, stealing his breath, making it hard for him to think let alone speak.

His only worry when he was in the damned box was that she was alive. That she wasn’t split apart into a thousand unrecognizable pieces. Ash consumed by Sukuna's fire, or buried under the rubble, or worse…

The woman smiled sadly as if she could read his every thought. Sitting up so she could fully face him, she gently rubbed the pads of her thumbs along his cheeks – an attempt to soothe him. He let himself fall to his knees, strength leaving his body. Her hair softly fell in a curtain around them as lightly calloused fingers played with the tips of his ears anxiously.

Running his thumbs along the soft skin of her wrists, he took in her features. The serene allure was still there, but it was now mixed with something else – and it was far more beautiful. It’s something that existed only when she looked at him.

“How could I not when you were all I could think about?” her answer finally came, cutting through the silence.

She traced his face in wonder and he shuddered under her touch.

“You could’ve died,” he whispered, fingers digging into the flesh of her wrists.

He’s seen people he’s cared about die. He killed his only best friend with his bare hands. However, it was different with her. All those people knew that they could die with every mission. But this woman, who had eyes that whispered soft serenity, and a smile that made his heart melt, if she died – he didn’t know if he could come back from it.

“I know.” her words, a broken croak, pulled at his deep-rooted fear.

He saw his reflection in her eyes. He looked like a desperate man praying to his God; wonder, awe, and disbelief tracing his features.

“I wouldn’t have been able to protect you.”

Satoru hated those words. Admitting that he was helpless, noticing her presence too late to save her from the sight of countless dead bodies. He let himself get consumed by his emotions, by the thrill of a good fight, to the point it rendered him useless.

I’m useless. She could’ve died, and it would’ve been all my fault. It would have happened all over aga–

With fingers sinking into his skin, she forced him to meet her glass eyes.

“But you did, Satoru. I got away. I am alive because of you.”

What?

“While you were powerless, you saved me.”

His eyes widened as her tears flowed down her cheeks onto his. Wet rain kissing his flesh, just like when they met.

“I… Saved you? I don’t understand, I only told you to run.”

She shook her head, taking his hand and placing it over her beating heart. Her warmth, raw and real beneath his fingertips, chased away his fear. With each beat of the muscle grounding him to reality, to her.

Alive, breathing, real.

“I was frozen. If you hadn’t told me to run, I would’ve rushed to your side out of desperation. You saved me.”

Her fingers tangled into his hair. The pads of her fingertips lovingly pressed into his scalp, easing his anxiety.

“You. Saved. Me.”

“When it mattered the most, I was unable to save those who I deeply cared for.”

I saved her?

The truth of her words clanged in his chest, stitching an old wound on his heart, stealing his breath away.

Blinking, he met her eyes fully.

Run away. His mind whispered.

Let go of your fear. His heart screamed.

And like a man possessed, he grabbed her face, closing the gap between their bodies.

Desperately, he pressed his lips to hers. Salty tears coated his tongue and her hands fisted into his hair. The soft, warm press of her lips against his drove him mad, making him grab her body, pulling her closer to him. She fell to his lap, legs lightly wrapping around his waist as he deepened the kiss. He allowed his fingers to tangle in the strands of her silken hair, tongue pushing past her lips, drowning in everything that is her .

Soft rose and sandalwood flooded his nose, the taste of bitter-sweet coffee caressed his mouth, muffled moans teased his ears, as her warmth, tranquil and serene, eased his body. Her tears continued to coat their flesh, and he was sure he was crying, too.

For the first time in years, his heart felt light. At this moment, in her arms, he is just Satoru Gojo, nothing else.

It was then, it hit him.

Pulling away from her, he breathed heavily. Saliva coated her swollen lips as she stared into him with eyes hazy and half-lidded. Soft, uneven breaths heated his skin as he ran his thumbs along the flesh of her cheeks.

“I love you,” his voice came out as a quivering whisper. Because he knew this changed nothing between them.

Foreign tears fell from his eyes, pooling at his chin. Y/n only smiled softly, thumbs lovingly wiping away his tears as he did the same to hers.

“How long do we have?”

Sweet lips kissed away his pain, cracking his heart.

“The end of December,”

He traced her features, warm rain coating his skin as he began committing every detail of her to memory.

A small whimper left her lips as she wrapped her arms around his neck, still pressing soothing kisses to his heated cheeks.

Allowing that last iron barrier around his heart to crumble, he buried his face into her neck, arms enclosing her torso, hugging her like a child. He cried into her, clinging onto her small body desperately as years of bottled-up emotions began washing over him.

After Suguru, he never let anyone in, convinced that his strength would always push people away. That he would always be envied, seen as the strongest, never as himself. He drew a line without even knowing it. There was him, and there was everyone else. The touch of others had become so foreign to him, that he forgot what it was like to be embraced – to be loved without expectations.

Here he was, in the arms of a woman who saw the ugliness of his world, the truth of his power, and still looked at him with the same amount of kindness that she did the first day they met. She didn’t falter or become enamored with him. Instead, she just saw him and accepted it without hesitation.

She disregarded her well-being and did everything in her power to help him. The woman, who couldn’t stand the touch of others, pushed her way through hundreds of people for a chance to save him. It wasn’t to gain anything from him, it was purely to ensure he was alive, so her restless soul could be calmed. She didn’t broadcast her efforts, instead, she cried, silently and alone, relieved by the sole fact he was breathing.

That’s all she wanted from him; she wanted him to live .

“Thank you,” he croaked, words incoherent and muffled against her soft flesh.

One hand rubbed his back, as her other stroked his hair. She pressed light kisses to his temple, whispering comforting safety. He wasn’t breathing, his breaths came out in heaves as his chest felt like it was caving in. He became putty in her hands, molding his body to her, needing all barriers between them to cease to exist.

Overwhelming complex emotions continued rushing through him; relief, regret, jubilance, despondence, hope, fear, love…

He allowed these emotions to spill out of him, knowing that he was safe. He knew that with her, it was okay to be human.

To be normal .

—

Satoru’s body, for all its power, trembles beneath your fingertips. He’s on his knees, silently crying into your arms as you soothe his mind.

“It’s okay.”

Soft whispers against his skin as your lips pepper his temple.

Your tears, though feeling like an endless well, slowly stop as his scent comforts you. Fresh summer rain, bright and soothing, coaxes your soul; calming your heart.

I love you.

His broken confession swirled in your mind, making your heart sing in both joy and despair. You wanted to return his feelings, but they got stuck in your throat, refusing to spill from your lips.

Taking his face in your hands, you met his beautiful eyes. Like the clearest sapphires, they peered at you, almost sparkling as his tears coated his long eyelashes.

Ever-so-gently, you wipe away his pain. He smiled sadly at you, turning his cheek to kiss your palm.

“I need you to listen to me,” you whisper and he nods, hands finding your waist, rubbing soft circles into the fabric of your shirt.

Closing your eyes, you let yourself breathe, focusing solely on the rhythmic motion of his fingers and the feeling of his blush-kissed cheeks in your palms.

Taking a deep breath in, you open your eyes, finding your resolve.

“I am not delusional enough to think that I could ever live comfortably in your world. I am also not clueless. I know whatever is going on, you play an important enough role in it that they tried to take you out of the fight.”

His eyes searched yours as you tried to formulate a sentence under his raw, naked gaze.

“But?”

It’s really unfair how beautiful you are.

Inhaling sharply you continue.

“But, I would also be stupid to let you go. I don’t care if it’s selfish, and whatever time I am granted to be with you, so be it…”

Pausing, you place a hand on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heartbeat – reminding yourself that he is alive. That this is real.

You’re alive. I won’t let you walk away a second time.

“It’s worth it, you’re worth it. And you can try to hide behind the strong nonchalant exterior, but I see right through it. I see you, Satoru. I accept you, invisible scars and all. Let’s heal our hearts together.”

Satoru smiled. A real smile. One that is unpracticed, and it is just for you.

“I could get hurt, you know that don’t you?” some confidence returned to his wavering voice as his hands slowly traveled up your waist, distracting you from his words.

“Of course. But if I can handle watching you get put into a fleshy eyeball box by the source of your trauma, I can handle you getting hurt.”

Scoffing lightly, you run your fingers through his hair, pushing the strands back from his face, fully taking in his lovely features.

“What if I lose my ability to walk?” he asks sweetly, nuzzling his nose against yours as his hands travel to your bare arms. They ghost over your skin, causing goosebumps to follow in his wake.

“Apparently, you can fly. I suppose if you’re too lazy I can push you around in a wheelchair.”

You run your hands along the length of his chest to his shoulders, feeling the muscle beneath the fitted black t-shirt.

“Hmm, and what if my handsome face gets ruined?” the man mused, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.

You were wearing a shirt, but the contact made you jump. You felt him chuckle against you as his hands found your back, fingers dancing up your spine.

“Well, I recall you telling me that you got stabbed square in that pretty face of yours. As it turns out, you’re still very handsome. So while I think the likelihood of someone harming you to the point you are forever maimed is low, I will still love you regardless.”

Running your hands down the length of his arms, you watched as your words settled over him. Then realization sparkled in his eyes as he searched your face for answers, almost as if he didn’t believe the words he just heard.

“Sorry, could you repeat that last part for me? I was a bit distracted.”

Familiar playfulness kissed his tone as his hands cupped your neck, forcing you to hold his stare.

“Which part? The one where I said I think someone scarring you is not very likely?” batting your eyelashes innocently, you smile.

“No no, the good part. Where you said you’re in love with me.”

One hand came to caress your cheek. Long fingers tangled themselves into the strands of your hair, tickling your scalp as your pores drank in his warmth.

“Hm, did I say that? I don’t think that’s what I said.” making a show of biting your bottom lip, you looked elsewhere, pretending to think.

Satoru’s thumb tugged your bottom lip from your teeth, causing you to quickly snap your eyes to his. His lips are pursed into a soft pout as he looks at you expectantly.

“Just once, let me hear you say it.” his words are a soft plea as his fingers dug further into your skin.

Not fair.

Smiling, you bring your knees to the carpet, raising your body so you can take his face in your hands. You feel him shudder under your touch as his eyes never leave yours, desperation consuming his features.

“I love you, Satoru Gojo.”

With those words, the last dark wisp of fear that clutched your heart disappeared in his light.

His lips met yours, hard and fast, all desperation pressing into your body. Your surprised gasp gets swallowed by him as his tongue reclaimed your mouth, filling you with the taste of him; sweet with the undertone of green tea.

His tongue danced with yours, swirling and teasing, relaxing you further into the intoxicating taunt of his muscle. Warm, calloused hands pressed into your cheeks, angling your head so he could further capture your lips. His kiss is passionate and smooth, making your stomach flutter with butterflies as anticipation travels down your spine.

Satoru pulls your tongue deeper into his mouth, sucking on the flesh. You gasp lightly, taking his upper lip between your teeth, slowly running them down the plump skin. He lets out a heavy sigh, and you take the opportunity to return his gift, sucking diligently on his swollen muscle.

Feeling him smile into the kiss, he runs his hands down your arms, to your waist, making you shiver. Fire slowly starts to coat your veins, turning the kiss hungrier – there was a need that wasn’t there previously.

The tips of his fingers dipped under the hem of your shirt, brushing against the bare skin of your back. The light touch made you whimper, body tingling where he made contact with your flesh.

Losing yourself in him, you take his bottom lip between your teeth, biting playfully as you run your hands over his muscled chest. The feeling of him, perfectly soft and firm, beneath your fingers felt heavenly. Satoru let a satisfied groan escape his lips, which you hungrily swallowed, kissing him harder.

Desire replaced innocence as you sank your hips, pleased to find his hardened length brushing your growing need. Satoru sharply bit your lower lip, a shaky breath escaping him as you let your full weight settle on him, enjoying the slightest bit of release it gave you.

Pulling away from the lull of his lips, you meet his heated stare. You both were breathing heavily and Satoru looked too good.

His eyes, though normally bright and alive with brilliant blue, were nearly black due to his dilated pupils. They gazed at you, hazy and half-lidded as his eyelashes fluttered softly against his deeply flushed cheeks. His lips are red and swollen, glistening with your mixed saliva.

The sight alone made your core throb, sending a delicious chill throughout your body.

Satoru removed his hand from your waist to grip your face, squeezing lightly as his thumb traced your lower lip. The way he was looking at you made your knees weak. No man had ever looked at you this way. Not only was it blatant desire, but there was a predatory feel to it, with the undertone of unwavering need .

“If you keep kissing me like that, I won’t be able to stop,” he warned, voice low and gravelly. The words traveled straight to the apex of your thighs as he pressed his thumb harder against your swollen lip.

“Who said I want you to stop?”

Holding his stare, you take that thumb between your lips, pressing your teeth down on the pad, swirling your tongue on the bit of flesh. Satoru inhales sharply as the hand holding your waist tightens – a clear attempt to control himself.

You see your reflection in his eyes, the same primal desire looks back at you.

“Are you sure?” though he asks, his hand is already moving to the hem of your shirt, waiting for you to confirm what he already knows.

“You getting cold feet?” you tease, dipping your hand between your bodies, ghosting your fingers over his abdomen.

You were itching to touch him, to taste him, but you were also going to have fun.

He smirks, slipping his fingers under your shirt, and swirling a gentle finger around your navel. The feeling makes your muscles jerk as fire trails where he touches you. You refuse to let any of that show, only returning his smirk, dragging a nail over his muscled stomach, and taking his tiny little black shirt with you.

“With you,” he pauses, voice a hushed whisper while he splays his palm flat on your stomach, fingertips just barely pressing under the lining of your bra.

“I would never. Besides ,” dragging out the last word dangerously slow, he pushes his length up into you, placing the hand that held your face on the back of your thigh, making you moan. The quick relief jolts through you, but disappears quickly, leaving you wanting more.

Bringing his lips so close to your ear that his hot breath tickles your skin, he whispers,

“ You’re the one who’s trembling. ”

Cocky bastard.

Smiling, you slowly run your lips over the expanse of his neck, lightly licking it with the very tip of your tongue. You feel him shudder beneath you as he breathes heavily in your ear. Licking the shell of his ear, you take the lobe between your teeth as you wrap your hand around the hem of his shirt.

“Hm, I must be cold. Why don’t you warm me up ?”

Giving your ear an appreciative nip, Satoru sighs satisfactorily. The deep sound traveled south, making you place your lips to his neck to hide your noise.

“ Gladly .”

He began pressing slow, hot, wet kisses to the supple flesh of your neck. He trailed his way down to your collarbone as his hands, re-finding the hem of your shirt, tugged at the fabric playfully. The tips of his soft hair tickled your cheek, heightening your sensitivity to his touch.

“You know,” his words are a soft murmur against your skin, but you catch them, humming in response as you run your fingers over the dips of his well-sculpted back.

“I read that the fastest way to warm the body up is when two people are naked. Why don’t we test it out, hm?”

Pressing a kiss between the juncture of his neck and shoulder, you smile into his skin.

“I could learn a survival tactic,”

Wrapping your legs around his waist, you press another kiss to his neck.

“Or two,”

Licking your way to his ear, you whisper.

“ Or three. ”

At your words, Satoru swiftly captures your lips as his hands go to grip the backs of your thighs. Before you knew it he was on his feet, kissing you feverishly while making his way to your room. He shuts the door with one foot, making you laugh against his lips.

Your body comes in contact with your mattress, but you hardly register it as Satoru grinds his erection into you, greedily swallowing the moan he stole from your throat. Your hands find the hem of his shirt, and you tug as your signal. Satoru groans into you, but pulls back at your command, removing his hungry lips to allow you to expose him.

“This is too tiny, I think I should remove it, don’t you?”

Satoru held your smile, spreading his arms wide as you came up to your knees, pulling the thin fabric off his body, revealing the masterpiece beneath.

Sinewy muscle covered the entire length of his torso. His skin, pale and kissed a soft pink, covered various dips and ripples that you wanted to rake your nails down. You drank him in, from the power of his biceps to the dip of his defined adonis belt, mouth growing dry as you thought about what lurks beneath his concealing white pants.

Selfishly, you ran your hands along his body. Starting from his chest you worked your way down to his navel, relishing in the warm feeling of his soft, smooth skin. Satoru tilted his head back, sighing as you continued to marvel at his beauty, tracing every outline of his hard work, memorizing each detail of him as he trembled beneath your touch.

“You really are like a painting, you know,” you murmur in awe and wonder.

It baffled you that you could even remotely hold this man’s interest, let alone be the one on the receiving end of his love. The thought made your heart squeeze, encouraging you to place a kiss to his bare chest, right above his pounding heart.

His hand ran down the length of your hair, as his other came to cup your face. He lovingly stared into your eyes, all the desire of earlier there, but they now gazed at you softly.

“You’re so beautiful, Y/n.”

The sincerity of his words makes you smile like an idiot. You bury your face in his chest, listening to the sound of his low laugh. Lovely butterflies tickle your stomach as you lace your hands around his neck.

Slowly, he makes you meet his eyes. You’re both grinning like children, but he had a devilish hint to his.

“Why hide that smile from me?” pouting, he brings his face close to yours, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

Laughing lightly while leaning into his sweet gesture, you nuzzle your nose into his soft hair.

“Because you make me happy.” the answer is honest and you press a kiss on his head.

He hums into you as his hands find your shirt, playfully pulling it up to your neck, but not over your head. He blocks the fabric from leaving your skin as he trails feather-light kisses along your jaw.

“Do I? Why’s that?”

His words are soft against your skin, tickling you, making it hard to think.

“I–”

Pulling back from his lips, you meet his eyes.

“I used to think that people who fell in love quickly were idiots blinded by rose-colored glasses.” biting your lip, you consider if you should continue. Satoru catches your hesitation and lightly rubs your lower back, silently encouraging you.

Let go of your fear.

“But now I know, there is never a ‘right time’ to fall in love. It happens accidentally, in a heartbeat, in a single moment. You make me happy because you could’ve had anyone else in this world, and you chose me. The average girl who you met in a coffee shop on a rainy day. You make me feel seen Satoru. I don’t have to pretend with you.”

Satoru smiles, bright and alive. His hands come up to your cheeks, cupping them gently as he holds your gaze.

“Before you, I was convinced that I would live my life alone. That I would never find someone who would ever make me feel whole again. But… You are my sunlight, which I stand in, warmed and seen.”

With your heart feeling like it’s going to burst out of your chest, you press your lips to his.

“You see me so poetically,” those words, which he had once said to you, leave your lips in a soft murmur.

His laugh tickles your lips as he lightly shakes his head, thumbs rubbing your heated cheeks. Satoru deepens the kiss, tongue sweeping past your barriers, sweetly dancing with your own. You melt into him, leaving every worry behind you.

Slowly, he guides your body to the mattress. You feel his warm stomach press against yours as he settles himself between your clothed hips. He doesn’t do anything except kiss you.

It’s a slow, passionate kiss. One full of love and appreciation, conveying emotions that words fail to capture. Your whole body felt alive, attuned with every breath, moving with each rise and fall of his chest, reacting flawlessly to the press of his lips. Your blood sang, electrified by his touch, eager to desperately drink him in.

Satoru’s hands move from your face to the crumpled fabric of your shirt, removing his lips from yours momentarily to rid your neck of the cloth. The music of the kiss changes – now singing a more sensuous tune.

You feel his thick member throb against your thigh as his hands run down the lengths of your arms, fingers enclosing your wrists. He moves his lips from yours to your cheek, kissing his way to your sensitive ear. Then he licks behind the shell, making you audibly gasp as he brings your hands over your head, holding them down with one hand as his other trails the side of your waist.

Shivering beneath his explorative touch, you clench and unclench your hands, trying to ground yourself to reality. With each brush of his fingers, your muscles flinch, pure excitement and anticipation coursing through your touch-starved veins.

“You’re so responsive~” he coos hotly into your ear. You shift under him, hoping to find relief in the friction, but he removes his lower body from yours. The movement makes you pout, but it opens the space for his hand to ghost over your bare stomach.

Wet lips kiss their way down your neck down to the length of your collarbone. You bite your lower lip when he runs his teeth lightly against the bone. Your body jumps at the new feeling, earning yourself his chuckle as his hand dips under the band of your bra, brushing your left breast ever-so-lightly.

Long fingers slowly make their way behind your back, easily unclasping the concealing material to only partially remove it from your breasts. He pushes the fabric up to your chest as his lips trail your sternum. His hair brushes against your breasts, and you clench your hands, nails biting into the flesh of your palms. The sensation not only tickles you, but it shocks your hyper-sensitive nerves.

You meet Satoru’s eyes. He’s drinking in your every reaction, a smirk on his lips as he watches you squirm beneath him. Readying to say a smart remark, you begin to push back on his hand, but he trails his tongue to your nipple – effectively replacing the words in your throat with a shaky sigh.

Satoru swirls his tongue around your rosey bud, slowly and expertly warming your breast with his mouth. He takes more of the plump flesh into his mouth, sucking diligently as he lets his teeth graze the sensitive peak. You gasp at the feeling, and he groans in response. Each of his intoxicating movements goes straight to that firey pit in your stomach, which only grows hungrier at his touch.

“Mm, Satoru,” you moan breathlessly as he takes your nipple between his teeth, applying the right amount of pressure to the bud as his free hand comes to work your unattended breast.

He hums into your skin, sending delicious shivers down your spine as you close your eyes, losing yourself to the lull of his lips. Long nimble fingers work your breast harmonously with his mouth. They roll, pinch, and tease you as his tongue flicks and swirls. You mewl lightly as he switches breasts, giving the same treatment to your other that he gave the first.

“So beautiful,” he murmurs into your skin, biting into the flesh of your breast, causing you to yelp in surprise.

You open your eyes, meeting his intense blue. He’s smiling against your skin as he ghosts his lips over your ribs, tongue trailing the outline of your tattoo. Your body shivers under him, eager for more as his head dips lower, closer to where you want him the most.

“You’re the beautiful one,” the words come out as a sigh as he presses a kiss to your hip, right above the band of your sweatpants.

“Hm,” he hums, trailing an elegant finger from your sternum to your navel, dipping the digit under the band.

Satoru makes a show of kissing his way across your stomach, from one hip to the other, soft strands of his hair tickling you along the way.

You squirm under him, wishing desperately to touch his hair. Longing to run your fingers through it, to ground yourself to this reality. He senses it, too. Because he gives you a knowing smile as he dips his hand under your pants, just barely brushing the top of your pelvis.

“Getting impatient, Y/n?” he asks playfully as he takes his finger, lightly tugging a corner of your pants, exposing more of your hip to his tempting mouth.

“I want to touch you,” finding some confidence, you push against his restraining hand, silently cursing his immeasurable strength.

“Let’s see,” Satoru pauses, places his head on your thigh softly, then looks up at you innocently. The pressure is dizzying. So you count your breaths to stay alert, to not close your eyes and lose yourself in his presence.

“I’ll release your hands as long as you stay still, can you do that for me, baby?”

There was a mischievous look in his eyes, one that made your throat dry and had you clenching your thigh muscles.

“Y-Yes?”

You couldn’t hide your confusion, but he only smiled at the sight. His hand released your wrists and you immediately moved to shake out the numbness of your arms.

“May I?”

His fingers dance around the edge of your sweats, eyes patiently awaiting your response.

Eagerly, you nod your head.

Satoru, still with his devilish smile, removed your sweatpants from your body. He then slid off the bed, dropping to his knees as he dragged your body to the edge. You rose yourself up on your elbows, not hiding your want from him. But also, you took in the sight – Satoru Gojo, half naked, and on his knees for you.

His hands spread your knees for him, opening your legs wide. You, though still clothed in only your underwear, feel the air hit your heat. It was then you noticed how wet you were, and you know he noticed it too.

Gently placing your legs over his shoulders, Satoru places a slow kiss on your calf. You watch as he drags his wet lips up your leg, pressing kisses to your tender skin. The higher he goes, the more sensitive you become, finding it increasingly difficult to not shift as muscle-jerking tingles hit you.

Your hands find the soft strands of his hair as he reaches your inner thigh, now dangerously close to your need. You feel his breath kiss your heated skin, forcing you to clench his hair so you don’t move. Smiling, he presses his lips to the crease between your thigh and pussy making you sharply inhale. You cross your toes as the shiver runs through you, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

“You’re already so wet for me,” Satoru hums appreciatively, then he places a kiss on your clothed mound.

You barely have time to register the feeling, because he licks a zig-zag stripe up your heat, stopping just before meeting your clit. He moans into you as your taste lightly coats his tongue. The vibration makes you squeeze your eyes shut as you moan softly, bringing your hand up to your mouth, and biting down on your pointer finger.

“Mmph!”

Your yelp gets muffled into your skin as Satoru lays his tongue flat against your entrance, pressing his hot mouth against you, then drags it up .

The brief pleasure of him brushing your clit has you trembling. He doesn’t stop till he reaches your navel, tongue dipping into the crevice, swirling around the sensitive skin only to retrace its path down, stopping just above your throbbing clit. His tongue moves left and right lazily, and his saliva coats the cloth of your underwear, intensifying the feeling, but it’s incomplete.

“Ah, Toru’ – please.” your desperate plea fumbles out of your mouth as saliva begins traveling down your chin. You want – no, you need him on you, without any barriers.

“Use your words for me pretty girl~” his words are hot and heavy against you, making you moan. And just for emphasis, he gives your needy clit a light flick of his tongue, making you bite your finger harder.

He knows what you want, but he wants to hear you beg for it.

“Please,” you breathe, unable to think.

His hands join the party now. One goes to remove your finger from your mouth as his other presses his thumb to your entrance, goading you as his tongue continues to just barely flick your bundle of nerves.

“Please what?” he encourages, intertwining his fingers with yours.

“I-I want you,”

You weren’t sure what you wanted exactly. Part of you wanted him to make you see stars with that dangerous tongue of his, but the other half wanted to know exactly how full you’d feel with him in you.

He laughs lightly against you, planting a kiss on your clit as his thumb pushes past your panties, entering your dripping entrance. All air leaves your lungs as he wraps his mouth against your clothed clit, licking while sucking you as his thumb gently pumps your walls.

A broken string of curses leaves your lips as pleasurable fire dances down your legs. The sudden relief leaves your thoughts tangled and incomplete. It’s sweet and taunting, but you’re stuck, muscle taunt, and breath uneven as you try to keep your body still, unable to fully lose yourself to the pleasure.

“S-Satoru,” you throatily moan his name. He groans into you, fingers gripping yours harder as he replaces his thumb with two long fingers, curling them up into you.

Oh fuck.

“Ah, shit just like that,”

You tilt your head back, enjoying the way his calloused fingers feel against your velvet walls. Again and again, his digits just barely brush against that spongey spot in you, heightening the feeling of his ministrations against your clit.

“Deeper,” you plead, needing him to hit your spot.

Slowly, you open your eyes to see him smirk at you. Then, at your request, he pushes his fingers further into you while curling them up. Your eyes roll back as the new feeling courses through you.

“Like that baby?” he asks, though he knows the answer.

“Mm, yes, fuck just like that,” you answer, barely able to think straight. Your feet start to become unbearably hot as your stomach tightens. Your whole body trembles from both pleasure and restraint, and your leash on yourself is slowly slipping. Your back arches as he continues working you, eliciting obscene noises from you.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he praises and you bite your throaty moan back.

Pressing your palm flat against his scalp, you push his head further into you. Taking your silent plea, he releases your hand to push your soaked panties to the side, tongue finally coming into contact with your bare skin. The intense feeling crashes upon you and you lose control of your limbs. You lock his head into place as you dig your fingers into his hair, grinding yourself against his tongue. His fingers match your unhinged pace and he moans into you, sending sweet vibrations down your clit to that growing bomb in your stomach.

You feel your walls tightening as your high threatens to crash over you. Your moans are now strangled and incoherent as everything now feels so good . Finally, you open your eyes, daring to see the sight in front of you.

Satoru’s lovely eyes burn right through you, heated desire evident on his features. The sight of him, on his knees, between your legs, giving you his devout attention, has you shaking uncontrollably.

“Be a good girl and come for me, Y/n.”

His words are your undoing.

You come violently around his fingers, moaning his name like a prayer, walls clenching and unclenching as your body trembles sweetly. Satoru smiles up at you, removing his fingers from you only to replace them with his tongue.

Bringing those two glistening fingers to your mouth he commands:

“Suck,” then his tongue is back into your entrance, fucking you with the stiff muscle.

And so you do, wrapping your mouth around his fingers, whimpering as you suck diligently all while your orgasm rips through you.

He swipes his nose against your hyper-sensitive bud as he laps you up, tongue swirling and curling inside you. You cry out helplessly, fisting your hands in the sheets as your stomach jerks. The pleasure is numbingly good, but it’s too much.

“S-Satoru– Ah sto– Jesus fucking Christ,” The last part of your broken sentence comes out in English, which grabs the man's attention. Amused blue eyes peer up at you, taking in the sight of the mess he created. His lips glisten with you and they’re pulled into that familiar smirk. You couldn’t help but think he was beautiful, like that of a fallen angel.

He removes himself from your heat, finally taking your ruined panties off your body as you close your eyes, breathing hard and unevenly. You try to collect yourself, but the after-effects of your orgasm still linger in your veins, stealing your attention.

But you are far from satiated, if anything, it left you wanting more .

Blindly, you reach out for his body. Your fingers find his biceps and you tentatively run your hands down his smooth skin, despite the tingle in your fingertips. Satoru plants a sweet kiss on your cheek, then your temple, then your forehead, until he’s placed kisses around your entire face, leaving you with light giggles. His weight returns to your body, and you’re happy to feel his bare legs brush against your own.

“Feel good, baby?” he mumbles dreamily into your skin, still placing soft kisses on your sensitive skin.

Smiling as you trace the outline of his tricep, you open your eyes to find him looking at you sweetly. The sight makes your heart lurch. So you return his kisses, pressing your lips to his heated skin, tasting yourself on his flesh.

“I think,” whispering, you bring a shaky hand to his chin, wiping away some of your desire.

“This speaks for itself. But,”

Kissing the corner of his mouth, you run your other hand down his abdomen, nails lightly digging into every dip and ridge of his defined muscles.

“But?” he hums, and you feel his lips pull into a smile.

Your hand travels south till it reaches his length. You take the girthy member in your hand and pump him once, relishing in the way it jumps in your palm as Satoru inhales sharply.

“I want to taste you, too.”

With your hand that held his chin, you turn his face to you, capturing his lips. Your desire coats your tongue as his muscle dances with yours. You slowly pump his throbbing member, thumb swiping over the tip, coating his soft skin with a bead of precum. Satoru steals your tongue, sucking on your muscle while groaning.

Hooking your legs around his, you flip your bodies so you are now on top of him. You pull back from the kiss to admire the sight. Soft white eyelashes flutter against his red cheeks as you continue pumping his cock.

You watch as his throat bobs up and down and he licks his lips. The image added fuel to your growing fire, filling you with determination to not only please the man before you, but to make him as much of a whimpering mess as he made you.

A playful smirk tugs at your lips as you place a kiss on his neck. You continue working his shaft, focusing mostly on the head, but with only enough pressure to move his skin, but not to truly stimulate him. Your lips travel south, your tongue joining the mix as you admire his body, ensuring to greedily trace the skin where your mouth doesn’t explore. Satoru shifts under you, slowly growing more impatient as lick your way down the line that separates his abs.

You hold his stare, watching as his eyebrows knit together the closer you get to his cock.

Giving the male a knowing smile, you pull his shaft back, allowing yourself the space to flatten your tongue on his pelvis. You feel the light prickle of his growing pubic hair as you drag your muscle to his hip bone, tracing the outline of it with the tip, enjoying the way his body shivers under you.

Goosebumps pepper Satoru’s skin as his hands find your arms, rubbing them lightly. Smiling, you press your lips to the crease of his thigh, then lick the skin beneath. You feel Satoru’s thigh muscle tense and you chuckle, applying more pressure to the tip, earning yourself a low groan.

“So responsive~” you tease him with his own words, pressing your thumb to his tip, admiring the way his desire coats your skin.

Bringing your face close to his need, you breathe lightly onto his heated skin, knowing full well what the light sensation did to him. You watch as his eyes roll back slightly, his large hands now wrapping around your biceps as he shudders.

“Say,”

Pausing, you swirl your tongue around him once, then flick the head lightly. Satoru half moans, half chokes from the sudden sensation. But you pull back completely, returning to your taunting hand movement.

“Tell me what you want,” you whisper seductively, licking your way up from his base to the tip, this time allowing yourself to taste him. The salty yet sweet taste coats the very tip of your tongue, and you moan appreciatively.

Satoru tilts his head back and bites his lip. You feel his hands tremble, noticing his restraint.

“Your mouth. Now .”

You click your tongue.

“Here?”

Pressing a kiss to his thigh, you feel his cock jump in your hand. You knew you were playing a dangerous game, but you were also drunk off of the sheer power you held over this man. Who’s body is sculpted like that of a Greek god and holds the title of the strongest, yet yields to you.

“Y/n,” he warns, voice low and strained. His hands now move to your hair, tangling themselves in your strands, pulling lightly.

I like it when you say my name.

“Ah, you’re right. Here?”

Pushing his skin up so that his precum leaks out, you press a slow open-mouthed kiss to the tip, licking your way across the bulk of the head. You continue this exact motion, pumping him just as slowly as you were kissing him. Satoru watches you intently, hands shaking in your hair as you hold his gaze.

“More,” he urges desperately, bucking his hips up to go deeper into your mouth. You relent, but only for an inch.

Removing your hand entirely, you rub the sides of his thighs as you slowly suck that inch of his cock, swirling your tongue at the tip with every motion. You watch Satoru go mad, both hating and loving your tease. There was desperation in his eyes along with restraint, and you took advantage of that.

As soon as he knew exactly how well you could take it, well, the game would be over.

“As much of me as you can Y/n,” Satoru is breathing heavily, hands still in your hair but he doesn’t force himself in your mouth. Instead, he holds fast, letting you continue your slow torture.

You hum around him, allowing half of his cock into your mouth, the tip now reaching the back of your throat. His eyes roll back as you suck a little harder, but not any faster. You bring one hand to cup his balls, gently massaging them as you work his shaft. A soft moan leaves Satoru’s lips as it goes to your core, urging you to forget your game and give him your all. But he’s not near the point where you were when he finally gave in, and that alone makes you hold out.

Continuing to softly hum into him, you start to add slurping noises to your song. Satoru’s eyes roll shut and a small whimper leaves him.

“Can you take more of me, baby?” his fingers massage your scalp, feeling the slow bob of your head.

Oh, you think you're too big, do you?

With an inward smile, you let your thickened saliva dribble down to his base, then you quickly take all of him in. You hollow out your cheeks and relax your throat, letting his impressive length travel down your esophagus till your nose is touching his stomach.

“S-Shit–” Satoru curses, strong hands holding your head in place for a moment. Once he releases his grip, you return to your previous position on his shaft, sucking his member slowly.

His eyes shoot open, looking at you with both shock and confusion. You flutter your eyelashes sweetly as you continue your torturing pace. Satoru sucks in the air between his teeth, the realization of you not being as innocent as he may have thought settling over him.

“Please,” he breathes heavily, eyes transfixed on the base of his cock where your mouth was just moments before. You could hear the desperation in his voice, and it was delicious .

Taking him out of your mouth with a satisfying ‘ pop ’ , you stick out your tongue, slapping his cock against it. His eyes turn dark at the sight as his mouth falls slightly open, a satisfied smirk pulled on his wet lips.

“Please what, baby? What do you want? Don’t be shy.”

You trace the outline of his red tip with your lips, eyes never leaving his. His throat bobs as he considers his words, clearly, he still views you as fragile, and you have every intention of breaking that image.

“Please let me fuck that dirty little mouth of yours,”

You smirk, planting a kiss on his head, and then you hop off the bed, taking him with you. Satoru silently follows your lead, eyes raking your frame as yours watch the way his member stands proudly against his stomach. Angry red and glistening with your saliva.

Sending your confused lover a wink, you get back on the bed, laying on your back, hanging your head over the edge.

You now have a full good view of his perfect body. You hungrily look at his length, happy to find that it has a light curve. You clench your legs together at the thought of him in you, and Satoru smiles. He spreads your clenched legs while his other grabs his shaft, giving it a pump before he slaps it against your lips.

“Open up baby,”

At his command, you open your lips, making a show of stretching your neck and sticking out your tongue. Satoru leans forward, bracing himself with one hand as his other guides his cock into your mouth. He slowly pushes himself down your throat, giving you a moment to adjust to his thickness. At this angle, your throat is tighter and it's harder to breathe, but that’s what you wanted.

He begins moving his hips. His start is slow, allowing your saliva to coat him. You take the time to find the right position, hands going to cup his ass for the support you knew you were going to need. Then, just like you thought, Satoru moves. His hips snap forward with just enough force to push himself down your restricted throat, but not enough to crush your nose. You moan into his skin, happily hollowing out your cheeks, slurping and choking on him.

“God you’re so fucking perfect,” he moans while his free hand goes to massage your clit.

Rough fingers work your sensitive bundle of nerves, moving the soft skin with each thrust of his skillfully controlled hips. Your tongue moves with him, licking and wrapping around what it can. You begin to lose yourself in his soft moans, enjoying them as the air in your lungs becomes thinner and thinner.

It gets increasingly hard to breathe and you love it, sucking down what bit of air you can in between each of his thrusts. Your mouth pools with your thick saliva and it trails down your chin, spilling onto your neck, but you pay it no mind. You simply angle your head further, digging your fingers into his ass to give him better access to your abused throat.

His hand moves to your entrance, two fingers plunging into you, fucking you at his relentless pace. Satoru's palm rubs against your harden clit and tears prick your eyes. Strangled moans fight to come out of your throat between his movements as abrupt pleasure courses through you, motivating you to please him further.

Satoru’s thrusts become more erratic and you begin to feel the base of his cock twitch in your mouth, prompting you to moan around him. You send sweet vibrations down his cock, and he curses under his breath, fingers in your pussy delving deeper, brushing that spot, making your stomach tighten.

“Fuck,” groaning, Satoru thrusts himself deep into your throat, pausing entirely as thick ribbons of his seed shoot down your pipe. His fingers that pleased you move to your throat as he feels himself come in you. You hold still, licking him with your tongue until he readies himself to slowly pull out of your mouth.

Turning so your belly is flat against the mattress, you start to swallow his seed, ensuring your gulp is audible so he hears you. He watches you with a smile on his face, hand coming to cup your cheek, thumb sweeping over your near-bruised lips.

You take note of his cock, still very erect against his chiseled stomach.

“You’re full of surprises, Y/n.”

Your name left his lips in a breathless pant, and it was enough to make your walls clench.

Satoru smiles down at you, dropping to his knees so he can capture your lips. The kiss is tender and soft, and it sends butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

“You hurtin’ at all?” he asks between each press of his lips. You smile into the kiss, playfully nibbling his lower lip.

“Not at all, I could do that again.”

He chuckles, shaking his head as his hands run down the length of your spine. The touch is light with no intention other than feeling your skin. Satoru pulls back from the kiss to press his soft lips to your forehead.

“We can stop here if you want.” his voice is full of practiced calm.

His hand runs down your hair, soothing your mind all while your body is still burning with desire.

It had been so long since you had shared a kiss, let alone your bed with someone. The touch of others felt so invasive until Satoru. You would be damned if you let him go now.

“Satoru, you’re not going to hurt me.”

Nuzzling your head into the crook of his neck, you sigh. You knew he had insecurities, and you know it’s only amplified by you being entirely, well, human. But you want to ease his worries, in every way you possibly could.

“You don’t know that, Y/n.”

Pulling back, you force him to hold your stare.

“Our time is short. I don’t want to live my life with regrets. I want you, Satoru, in all senses of the word.”

You lovingly hold his face, thumbs gently sweeping over your cheeks like he had done for you. The quiet tender gesture lingers between you as your breaths intertwine. You see him considering your words in those knowing blue eyes, ever-calculating and so full of thought.

“Promise me you’ll tell me if I hurt you.”

A laugh almost escaped your lips. The serious look on his face would make anyone stop cold, but it only made you smile.

“I promise. But you won’t hurt me, I trust you.”

At those words, Satoru captures your lips, tongue sweetly passing through your lips, immediately claiming yours for his own. Tentative hands explore your body, fingers lightly brushing over your sensitive skin, making you shiver. Moving to tangle your fingers in his hair, you run your teeth along the expanse of his tongue, smiling at the groan that leaves his lips.

Satoru’s hands guide your body up as he stands, his lips never leaving yours even as he presses your back to the mattress. Gentle hands spread your legs for him and you hiss. The feeling of cool air hits your wet need followed by the feeling of Satoru’s still slick member rubbing up against you. His warmth shocks you and he smiles at the gasp that escapes your lips. He pulls back from the kiss to meet your eyes.

Primal desire stares back at you.

You can’t help but let your eyes travel south, watching as he rubs himself against your slickness, hand on the base of his cock. His tip just barely brushes your clit and you moan, feeling your walls immediately clench at the swift pleasure.

“You want this dick, Y/n?” Satoru’s gravelly voice asks as he slaps his cock against your clit.

Dear lord help me.

“Y-Yes,” you half breathe, half moan out.

“Look at me,”

You do as commanded, tearing your eyes away from his impressive length to find his heated gaze.

“Use your words,”

He rewards you with another slap to your clit and you moan, the brief relief making your toes curl. Mindlessly, you run your hands down his arms, raking your nails down his triceps as you try to formulate words.

“Please fuck me,” you watch his face, eyes full of hope, but he only clicks his tongue and shakes his head, prodding your entrance. His taunt is maddening, and you try to shift your hips down, but a strong hand holds you in place.

“You can do better princess. Tell me exactly how you want me,” he smirks down at you, tip still just barely pushing at your entrance, all promise of everything you want.

Biting your lip, you swallow your pride.��

“I want you to fuck me so hard that every time I sit down I can only think of you.”

A small breath leaves his lips and he smiles, shaking his head. Clearly, he wasn’t expecting that answer.

“So full of surprises,”

“Surprised are you–”

Before you could finish your sentence he pushes himself into you, stealing all the air from your lungs.

His thick length pushes past the first ring, and the feeling is so sickeningly sweet. Relief floods your veins as he fills you, your walls stretching to accommodate and hug his member, pulling him further into you.

“Holy shit,” you sigh, digging your nails into his arms as you spread your legs wider, giving him all of you.

“God, Y/n, you’re so fucking tight even after all that.” his voice is strained as he grabs your right thigh, fingers digging into the plush of your skin as he bottoms out in your pussy, holding completely still, allowing you to adjust.

You feel your walls clench and unclench happily, he stretches and fills you so well it is dizzying. You press kisses to his sculpted chest, a silent plea for him to move. He picks up on your hint well, slowly pulling his hips back to only push them back into you. Even a heartbeat of him not being in you made you feel so incomplete, the way his body fit with yours was almost too perfect.

“Fuck Satoru,” you moan closing your eyes, letting your head fall back, focusing solely on the blissful feeling of him.

His hips keep a steady slow pace, allowing your bodies the chance to adjust to one another. Satoru shifts your leg to prop it over his shoulder, making him go just a little bit deeper into you, pulling a throaty moan from you.

“Hold onto something baby,” he warns and you barely register his words, hands enclosing his wrists as he picks up his pace, pulling his cock out of you to the tip to snap it back into you.

“Oh my fucking God,” your eyes snap open as you watch Satoru rail your pussy. Your breasts bounce at his pace and you moan loudly, unable to hold back your noises.

“Your pussy feels so fucking good, Y/n.” he praises breathily and you moan, happy for the praise.

“Mmph– Fuck so do yo– ahh” your sentence is broken, unable to speak due to the dizzying speed of his powerful thrusts.

Each snap of his hips is expertly controlled. He angles himself up so he doesn’t hit your cervix as he ensures not to fully crush your body. One hand holds your thigh in a fixed position as his other holds your hip, moving your body with his seamlessly. Heavy breasts bounce against your chest as your body feels electric, alive, and taught; like you’re walking on a live wire. Pleasure kisses your nerves, promising new, but terrifying heights.

“Open your mouth,” Satoru’s strained voice commands, and your pussy pulses in response.

Swallowing thickly you open your mouth, sticking your tongue out for dramatic flare, trying desperately to keep your eyes open. Satoru smiles at the sight, leaning over you further, then spits in your mouth. Your mixed taste coats your tongue and you whimper as his thumb goes to circle your clit.

“Hold it in your mouth till I tell you to swallow princess. Can you do that for me?” your stomach tightens at the sensation of his thumb, but it’s almost faint due to the overwhelming pleasure his cock brings you.

Feeling entirely submissive and breedable you nod your head, your saliva already beginning to build in your mouth.

“Good girl. Now, on your knees.”

Satoru completely releases your body, allowing you to flip over and get on all fours. A whimper leaves your lips due to the loss of him, but you shake your ass for him. The action earns you a slap to your ass, his fingers dig into your plump skin as he shakes the flesh for himself, and you curse, feeling your desire drip down your inner thighs.

You feel his nimble finger trail your wet slit, and he whistles. Then, his mouth is on your ass, tongue circling your tight ring. Strong hands shake your ass as he continues to lick and probe your hole, making your legs shake. The feeling is entirely new, and it feels good. Not as good as when he eats your pussy, but it's enough to have your walls clenching and clit throbbing.

The spit in your mouth begins to push out of the corners of your lips as you try to hold your moans back. Your hands are fisted in the sheets as Satoru trails his way to your dripping entrance, tongue dragging down till his licking your sensitive clit. As if it wasn’t enough, his thumb pushes into your tight asshole, pumping the well-lubricated hole.

I am not going to survive this man.

“Swallow baby, let me hear you.”

You gratefully swallow your combined spit, moaning loudly as your first breath leaves your lips.

“Satoru fuck me please,” you plead, feeling so empty it’s maddening. Now that you’ve gotten a taste, you were certain your body wouldn’t grant you release unless he was in you.

You feel his head pull away from your pussy as his fingers enter you, just barely scratching your itch. It was laughable to compare the feeling of his fingers to his cock – it wasn’t nearly enough.

“Like this baby?” his thumb still plays with your asshole as he curls and pumps his fingers in you. Your thoughts are tangled, and words are hard to push out of your throat, getting caught in the thick layer of saliva coating your mouth.

“I want… Your cock. Please, please, please, I–” tears pricked your eyes, you were overstimulated.

Closing your eyes you took deep breaths, feeling as he pulled his fingers out of you to only wrap his hand around your hair, pulling your neck up. His tip pokes your throbbing entrance as his heavy breath kisses your ear.

“You want me, Y/n?” the heavy seductive words makes your spine tingle.

“I want all of you, Satoru.” though you tried to force your voice to sound normal, the words came out in a quiver.

“Good,”

Then he was in you, cock plunging deep within your velvet walls, stoking the burning fire in your stomach. You arch your back, mewling harshly at the abrupt feeling of him filling you.

“You feel so good, fuck.” Satoru kisses your shoulder, pulling his hips back to then fill you back up, thick member stretching you too fucking good.

With his hand still wrapped around your hair, he pushes your neck down so your face is pressed against the mattress. You open your eyes, face rubbing against the bed, and watch the man above you. His head is tilted back, bottom lip between his teeth as he works to make you both feel good – hips rolling into yours, enjoying the feeling of your walls sucking him back in.

“You’re so beautiful,” you moan softly, completely entranced.

Satoru smiles, eyes opening and he pushes strands of your hair away from your sticky forehead.

“All you baby girl,” he pushes himself further into you, angling himself up, completely hitting that spot.

“Oh fuck!” you curse, letting the brief pulse of intense pleasure run through you.

“You like that baby?” knowing full well what he’s doing, Satoru grabs your hips, hitting your spot again, making your muscles jerk.

“Ah– Yes!” words were lost to you as white-hot pleasurable fire ran through your veins, making your entire body shake.

“Who’s pussy is this?” Satoru grunts, thrusts becoming more erratic.

“I– Mmph, yours!” with eyes rolling to the back of your head, you focus on your core, feeling your high threaten to crash over you.

“That’s right, Y/n.” fingers dig into the flesh of your ass “You’re. Mine.” he declares between powerful thrusts, still ensuring to hit that spongey spot, making your vision blot with white.

“I– I am so fucking close, Satoru,” the words are a cry and you feel your whole body become taught, preparing itself for its inevitable crash to earth.

“Come on my cock baby. Let me make you feel good.”

And as if the word was law, your body did as he asked.

Your second orgasm ripped through you, pulling a scream from your throat. It’s dizzying, disorienting, and far too intense. Your body spasms uncontrollably as electrifying pleasure coursed through you, making your toes curl. You try to run away, but you are locked into place by Satoru's strong hands. With each pulse of your orgasm, your walls clench and grip Satrou’s cock, dragging him to earth with you. He ensures to thrust harmoniously to the rhythm of your pulses as thick ribbons of his cum mix with your own, filling up your belly.

With breath heavy and uneven, you both fall to your mattress. Sartoru's sweaty body presses against your back as he rubs your arms all while pressing kisses to your temple. Your body shook as you came down from your high, thighs jerking with each breath and light movement from the male still plunged within you.

“You feeling okay, beautiful?” his words are a soft whisper against your skin.

Eyes still close, you nod. The intense pleasure left you light-headed and unable to speak. So instead, you angle your head and capture your lover’s lips. Soft and sweet, and entirely loving. Satoru smiles against your lips, hands lightly rubbing your sides.

“Let's turn over so I can hold you, yeah?" his words tickle your lips, making you smile. You let him move your body with effortless ease.

The male holds you close to his chest as he wraps his arms around your small frame, enveloping you in his radiating warmth. His strong heartbeat sounds in his chest, and you listen to it in earnest, thankful for the fact that he is alive.

You stay like that for a moment, listening to the sound of him while he kisses your skin, both being silently thankful for the other.

“I love you, Y/n,” Satoru whispers into your hair, lips still pressed to your scalp.

With a child-like smile, you peer up at him. Brillant blue peers into your soul, calling to you, to your bond, and your heart sings in response.

“And I love you, Satoru. My heart is yours.” his eyes fold kindly, just like that first night in your kitchen.

“And mine is yours. You’ve healed me.”

—

You spent what little time you had left with Satoru, soaking up every minute, second, and hour. You both decided it was pointless to dwell on the unknown, so instead you enjoyed each moment that you were allotted. Sharing stories of your adventures, travels, and struggles. You healed each other, in ways that one would think impossible. You renewed each other's souls, in turn binding yourselves together.

“You know, that day we met, I think my heart knew before I did that I needed you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t even know you, but seeing you was enough to wash away every ounce of my pain. My body moved before I could think. So I dropped the lamest pick-up line ever known to mankind.”

“Haha, yeah. But it worked out didn’t it?”

“That it did. You are my greatest treasure, Y/n. I love you.”

“I love you too, please come back to me safely.”

Satoru smirked, all of his bravado pulled into every atom of his existence.

“Don’t worry, I am the strongest. I can’t leave my fiance all alone now can I?”

“No, you can’t.”

“See? So don’t worry about me, baby.”

With that, the lovely male plants a passionate kiss on your lips, and then walks away.

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zuffer-weird-girl · 8 months

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Can you write one where Y/n passes out during a bad argument with Overhaul? She gets too overheated and then bam hits the ground.

Despite the many flaws the man had you still loved him with all of your heart, and you knew he loved you as well despite of your own flaws. He showed that through actions, not words.

But God dammit, sometimes you wished he wasn't such a fucking arrogant jerk sometimes.

If by any means, Kai Chisaki was the most stubborn man you ever met. When he put something inside that thick skulls of his; nothing, I meant NOTHING can make him change his mind sometimes. Especially if he thinks is the best decision.

Which lead you both right here on this argument. You just didn't saw the damn reason why he insisted on selling drugs even though he didn't liked or Pops approved of it.

But no. He continued. So that's why you slammed the door of where he was as soon as you got to know he was back from another deal.

"Kai I swear to God we talked about this!" You seethed as he just continued to clean his hands.

"Good afternoon to you too angel." He spoke monotonously but you got the slight bit of annoyance coming from his voice.

"I swear why do you keep doing this?" You sighed while rubbing rubbing your temples, a way to try to ease yourself "is not the first not the second time someone had to scold you for doing shit like these!"

His eyes squinted close a bit as his eyebrows frowned, that comment struck a nerve on him and you knew it.

"By doing "shit" like this, I start to earn more money and more respect ti the Shie Hassaikai." He spoke nonchantly but still glaring at you as you crossed your arms "Don't act like you know better than I do with these sort of business."

Oh that asshole.

"Excuse me?!"

"It seems like you understood what I said just fine." He growled while standing up to look down at you.

So basically from just a few dry comments the argument turned from 8 to 80 pretty quickly. While usually your discussions were always quiet and controlled, this one was not that type... you raised your voice, then he started to raise his voice too.

You didn't knew how much time you both were screaming against each other. Both were exhausted and stressed, you from his doings and worry about him while Chisaki was stressed due to his constant works and the feeling of being useless to thr boss he wanted to show his gratitude ever since he was little.

"You're insufferable." He growled while turning his back to you as you started to laugh at him.

"Oh yeah says the hypocrite now." You bite back but now you started to feel a bit... hot.. hot in the chest...

"Can you shut your damn mouth for just one second?!" He hissed running his gloved hand down his face "I am the one who is going to be leader soon, I KNOW what I am doing."

"You know is not right neither of Pops wishes." You muttered, having to put your hand on the wall to stabilize yourself... the feeling was getting stronger, it was like you were suffocating....

"HOW CAN YOU EVEN KNOW WHAT SOMETHING IS MOT RIGHT EVEN YOU DONT KNOW A DAMN THING ABOUT THIS?!" He finally shouted loud enough "STOP TRYING TO STEP OVER ME. YOURE NOTHING-"

"Kai stop-" you whimpered as he got closer as he huffed... why was your vision getting blurry?

"Oh now you want me to stop?" He hissed and rolled his eyes as you stumbled over a bit "Now playing the victim? I swear-"

Thud

He stopped talking immediately and froze on his place as you fell abruptly on the ground... hyperventilating.

Shit.

"(Y/n) stop joking about this-" he growled while kneeling down, despite his harsh words his middle and index finger were already on your pulse as his eyes widened a bit, a few holes starting to appear on his forearm "(Y/n) I swear-"

You swore you tried to answer but you felt like you were being choked as your boyfriend just seemed to get more anxious at seeing this.

"Hey hey HEY DO NOT DARE TO CLOSE YOUR EYES-" he was shouting again... but you were too tired to even flinch.

Everything turned black.

You cracked your eyes open... it seemed like you had slept for hours due to the foreign sensation.

You groaned while moving your hand to rub your head... probably the area where you hitted when you fell on the ground earlier.

Pekking a but you almost gasped at looking the time it was on the clock. Apparently it had been three hours since you were knocked out.

"God." You groaned... not knowing what to think or even do first ag this situation until you heard the door opening and seeing the face of basically in law.

"Oh dear you're finally awake." The old man spoke in shock as he left the cup of tea he was drinking on the nightstand "How are you feeling?"

"A bit dizzy." You grumbled "Asides from that I'm fine ... I guess."

Pops nodded before sighing and immediately bowing his head afterwards.

"I deeply apologize. As soon as I heard Chisaki's shouting I should have know something was wrong."

"Just him being stubborn as always..." You rolled your eyes at the thought of your boyfriend "Where even is he?"

"Basically beating himself up for making you faint. But he would rather die than say that out loud." The man sighed and you nodded, about to get up until his wrinkled hand pushed your shoulder gently back "if you want to speak to him I will call him to come here. You need to rest a bit." He said as a manner of fact tone as you blinked.

But I slept for three hours... you thought before sighing and grabbing your phone..... to be honest you couldn't even open one app before you shrieked at the door being slammed open, your very much distressed and full of hives boyfriend just arrived...

You stared back at him and it was a awkward staring contest between the two of you before you saw his Adam apple bob up and down a bit before he took a few hesitant steps towards your shared bed.

"... you look like you were on a actual match with rappa... without your quirk." You muttered and he frowned even more, not daring to move closer to you before he took off his black mask.

"That's the first thing you're going to say after all this?" He muttered, his lips jotted onto a pout that if you weren't annoyed with you would have kissed.

"What do you want me to say? Thanks for giving me a panic attack?" You answered bitterly and you regretted a bit after seeing the slight flinch his shoulders showed.

"... I... I never meant to... to bring you that feeling." He muttered, not quite looking at you anymore.

"You do a lot of things without actually thinking of the consequences."

It was quiet again before a defeated sigh left his lips...

Funny that it has been ages that you both had gone through the awkward stage... but now, it seemed like a huge wall was between you guys.

Sighing, you looked at him.

"Kai I know how the hassaikai is important to you... but not always what you do is the best, which is okay. All of us make mistakes." Your lips wobbled "And I can't just stay quiet when I see what you're doing is wrong and bringing you harm as well." Your voice cracked at the last sentence...

"I may not know the true concept of the hassaikai or how to deal with entirely but...." a sob escaped your lips "But I do understand you... or at least I think I do. And I just know this isn't making you go anywhere or doing you any good."

A deep sigh left him as you sniffled, hesitantly you watched his body move enough so he could sit with his back turned towards you, spreading his legs as he supported his arms on them as he hung his head low... still not close enough to touch you.

"... you do know." He muttered lowly after a while "You do know a lot about the hassaikai and most importantly about... myself."

You sniffled and wiped your tears away with the back of your hand.

"I never meant to hurt you with my decisions... I just think is a more quicker and efficient method sometimes. ... " he frowned while looking down at his feet. "And is just so easy if we do this instead of going through this path the old man wants-"

"But is worthy it? Losing your own humanity for something like this?" You interrupted him, and while knowing he hated when someone did this, you saw how he actually stopped to think about it.

"... I don't mind losing my humanity... I don't even think I have much to be honest." You were about to argue back until your breath catched when you felt his hand blindly searching yours, and when he finally found it, he grasped it tightly... but not enough to hurt.

"But..." he whispered "If that means is bringing you harm... or that I might lose you due to my actions... then..." his jaw clenched while he glared at the ground "Is... It isn't worth it."

Your eyes watered at his words before a dopey smile appeared on your lips as you started to get up to hug him tightly from the back.

"What are-"

"I love you..." You whispered on his ear before pecking his cheek countless times as he stood there, not understanding where did this come from.

"I made you faint woman; what are you even saying?" He muttered while turning to meet your eyes until his golden eyes widened and body tensed up when you cupped his bare cheek and kissed him.

After just a few seconds he hesitantly closed his eyes and finally relaxed enough to welcome your lips on his.... his gloved hands not helping themselves as one grasped the back of your neck to pull you close as the other circled around your waist.

You broke it first and admired his slightly pink cheeks...

"Despite not agreeing... you would stop something crazy like that... for me?" You tried to confirm what he had said with a smile as he finally understood why you were so happy about. Cheeks burning even more than before as he averted his eyes away from you, only answering it with a click of his tongue.

You shaked your head with a gigggle at him before he shut you up with another more deeper kiss.

Yes he was stubborn. But as he said, if that meant losing you...

It wasn't worth it.

Kai chisaki heard the scold of his life from pops that night as you tried to convince the elder everything was okay later

#overhaul x reader #chisaki kai #chisaki kai x reader #overhaul #bnha villains #bnha x reader #bnha villains x reader #kai chisaki x reader #zuffer writings #i still think if chisaki had someone who truly loved him he would immediately rethink his choices #change my mind

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cloudcountry · 10 months

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SUMMARY: You're far too nervous to talk to the handsome store owner yourself, so he takes the first step for you. (Or rather, his shadow friend does.)

WARNINGS: None!!

COMMENTS: HELLO SAM KISSERS...WHERE ARE YOU....... (i am shouting into the abyss.)

Receiving a job offer from Night Raven College was a huge step in your career, so obviously you accepted without a second thought.

The job was grueling, especially because it was your first year working at such a prestigious college. You were placed under Crewel’s supervision, learning how to craft potions and memorize ingredients that you would have to teach upcoming students later in your career. He sent you on errand runs for him while he wrangled his students, the rowdy boys giving you heart attacks more than a few times. (Azul was by far your favorite student—after all, he knew exactly what he was doing and never felt the need to badger you for useless information that Crewel could explain easily. You knew it was because the newer students were scared of him, but using you as a middleman didn’t make your job any easier.)

If there was one thing that did though, it would have been the store owner Crewel sent you running to whenever he needed any suspicious herbs that couldn't be obtained close by.

He was handsome, you noticed the first time you came by, peeking at him through your lashes as you pretended to browse through his wares. His easy smile and magenta gaze had you weak in the knees, and when he asked you if the bundle of rare herbs was all you needed, your mouth ran dry. Somehow, you managed to stammer out a yes, mouth feeling like it was full of cotton as he winked. You could only gape like a fish out of water as he rung you up, humming a cheery tune. The price of the herbs rattled in your brain like a die rolling off a table from being thrown too hard, and you weren’t even sure how you counted the money, placing a number of thaumarks on the counter and accepting the change numbly. Fuck, how was he so gorgeous?

“Have a lovely day. Come again sometime.” he shot you a heart throbbing smile, tongue poking out from between his teeth.

You practically bolted out of the store and back to Crewel.

If your mentor noticed anything off about your composure, he said nothing. You delivered the herbs successfully, but now there was another thing weighing on your mind. You couldn’t even walk past the school store later that day without feeling your face warm, an indescribable pull yanking you adamantly towards the building.

Wait, was that actual tugging?

Your gaze darted down to your pant leg, where you almost screamed at the sight of a shadow of a man in the ground but no actual man to claim it. It pressed a finger to its lips and tugged you again, a wicked grin almost splitting its face in half. You suppressed a scream, taking a deep breath and reminding yourself that Night Raven College had thrown worse at you. And so, you allowed the shadow to drag you into the shop, figuring you could use it as an excuse to talk to the shopkeeper if nothing else. The sound of the bell jingling overhead made you wince and squeeze your eyes shut, trying to steel yourself to meet the gaze of someone who should not be as attractive as he was.

“Oh? My my, you’re by twice in one day? Was there something else you needed? I’ll have it out in a jiffy!” he chuckled, sauntering up to the counter like he owned the place (and he very much did) with a smirk on his face and a raised brow that made you grow all the more nervous.

“Um...actually, your little shadow friend dragged me over.” you mumbled, pointing to the shadow doing flips on (or was it in?) the wall.

He laughed, the sound bright and charming. You couldn’t help but think that it suited him.

“I’m sorry, dear. I’m not laughing at you.” he chuckled, waving his hand dismissively beside his head, “He's a bit of a rascal. You'll find that most little imps on this campus get up to no good all the time. I’m Sam, it's a pleasure to meet you.”

He swept his hand in your direction, bowing to you as he waited for you to take it. You told him your name in turn before grabbing his hand gently, heart pounding in our chest as he shook it.

“Lovely! Now, to business.” he shot back up, magenta eyes gleaming in the low lighting, “Is there something you desire? Anything?”

“Um, I’ve recently been hired here at Night Raven College, and...I’ve been having a bit of trouble navigating.” you lied through your teeth, fighting the urge to fidget with your blazer as his half lidded eyes bore into your soul.

“I see, I see. Would you like a tour? Or just a map?” I can provide whatever you need...for a price.” he chuckled, twirling his hand and producing a coin from thin air. He rolled it around in his fingers and you had to shake your head to break out of the trance he had effortlessly put you in.

“My afternoon is open for a tour if you wouldn’t mind.” you replied, pulling your lower lip between your teeth.

“Of course! Allow me to leave the shop in the hands of my companion.” he snickered, gracefully stepping out from behind the counter as his shadow friend took his place, “I would be delighted to guide our newest addition.”

“Thank you.” you managed to smile, heart fluttering in your chest, “Crewel gave me directions here, but...I’m not that acquainted with the rest of the campus yet.”

“Oh! How rude of him, leaving our newest staff member all by their lonesome!” Sam teased, beckoning you towards the front door, “I assure you, I will be the best host this campus has to offer.”

He leaned in close, cupping a hand around his mouth as if he was about to spill a secret.

“And if you're good, I might have a few secret spots to show you.”

A shiver shot down your spine as he reeled back with a laugh, swinging his shop door open with grandeur. You could tell your face was getting warmer, so you tore your attention away from Sam and back towards the shadow man at the counter.

The shadow man was making fun of you, wiggling on the spot as it clasped its hands together, a huge grin splitting its face once again. You laughed, louder than intended, shaking your head at its silly antics. You didn't want to keep Sam waiting any longer, so you waved at the shadow (and it waved back, funnily enough) before exiting the shop.

“Boo.” Sam whispered, lips millimeters from your ear as you shut the door.

You yelped and jumped back, heart lurching in your chest for the fourth time that day. He laughed, producing a deck of cards from thin air and shuffling them absentmindedly.

“Why were you hiding before the door?!” you gasped, exasperated.

“You looked like a frog caught in an alligator's mouth back there! I wanted to make you more comfortable.” he laughed, pulling the King of Hearts card out of the deck and displaying it triumphantly between his fingers, “You look a lot less tense now, newest staff member.”

“I guess it worked.” you mumbled, embarrassed that he'd caught you so off guard, “Just don't do that again!”

“Oh, I make no promises.” he snickered, sliding the card back into the deck with ease, “Though when I do, I hold true to them. Now, that tour I mentioned. Follow me, newest staff member. I'll take you on the most grandiose tour you'll ever see!”

You thought Sam was just being dramatic when he said that, but he really did pull out all the stops. Hell, he even got Vargas to lend you two brooms so he could show you how campus from above. By the time his tour had concluded, you'd seen all of Crewel's ingredient closets (much to the chargrain of your mentor, who was staring holes into you the entire time Sam was prattling on about nightshade, and you had never shrunk in on yourself more than you did at that moment), Trein's collection of astrolabes, the locker rooms (which Vargas had been way too proud talking about), and the Headmage's own aviary.

Sam was right, he really did know secret spots.

“Well, newest staff member? Did I wow you with my expertise?” Sam beamed, positively glowing with pride.

“You certainly did.” you huffed, chest heaving with exertion, “How did you even know about the aviary? How does the Headmage hide that thing?”

“Woah now, that's not part of the tour!” he clicked his tongue, shaking his finger at you, “If I tell you all of my secrets, I'll lose my charm!”

“I highly doubt that.” you snorted, a small grin spreading across your face as you realized how comfortable you felt with him.

“Oho? What is this I'm hearing?” he cooed, cupping his ear and leaning closer to you, “Does this mean you think I'm charming?”

“What?! No! I mean, shit- that's not what I meant-” you panicked, grasping for any words that could explain the hole you were continuously digging yourself.

“Relax, I'm teasing.” he stepped back with a grin, eyes sparkling with mischief, “You're just so fun to tease!”

“Don't do that!” you whined, crossing your arms over your chest with a huff, “The last thing I want to do is offend a staff member the first year I'm here!”

“Oh, you should hear about the stories I have of my first year working here.” Sam sighed fondly, staring off into space with a wistful expression, “What a time.”

“It can't be any worse than the fashion plunder I had with Crewel.” you shuddered, the image of a gray blazer flashing in your mind, “I'm never wearing that gray blazer ever again.”

Sam threw his head back and laughed, the sound deep and genuine. You felt yourself grow hot in the face again because you got him to laugh. Sam placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, shooting you a wink when you met his gaze.

“You can always transfer departments and work with me if you don’t like the work Crewel gives you.” he offered, uncharacteristically serious, “We value top tier education, for the staff and our little imps. If alchemy isn’t the best fit for you, talk to the Headmage.”

“Oh-! Um, thank you!” you nodded, surprised at his sudden change in demeanor, “It’s...always been my passion, though, so I’d be more likely to push through and see where this path goes than anything.”

“Persistence is always a lovely trait to have.” Sam grinned, pulling away from you with a skip in his step, “Just remember, if you need anything at all, come to me. I’ll have it for you in a jiffy!”

By the time you got back to Sam’s shop, the sun was sinking beneath the horizon. The students must all be in the cafeteria eating dinner, you realized. Your stomach rumbled at the thought, and you slapped a hand over it in a vain attempt to silence it. Sam turned to look at you with a raised brow, a smirk decorating his pretty face.

“Hungry? Allow me to get something for you!” he chuckled, flinging the door to his shop open and beckoning you in with a single gloved hand.

You followed him back inside his shop with an amused grin on your face. Today had many surprises, but as Sam threw open the door to his mini fridge and pulled what looked like chicken gumbo leftovers with a huge grin on his face, you couldn’t help but think that he was the best one.

#auburn's fics <3 #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneys twisted wonderland #disney twst x reader #disney twst #twst sam x reader #sam x reader #twst sam

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ghost-rule0 · 1 year

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Let me protect you (2/2)

WARNING UNEDITED also again only a draft for a fanfic.

Hello Hello, it is I your local nerd and Stampede brainrot cursed gremlin. This will be the second part to my vash x reader draft “Mindfuck” I know the first part wasn`t really good lol since I focused more on reader defending herself than the actual person that the attetion should be on, our beloved bbg vash but thats what I am here for today!

Like I said this are only drafts and secenarious I did like to explore before the actual fanfic is in work so dont’t take it all too serious if characters are ooc!

Enjoy!

“what do you mean you won’t cooperate?!” the angry voice of the leader boomed out of the open windows that the sheriff was standing in front of. The older man snarled at the obniouxiously annoying tone the bandit had before rolling his eyes. “we don’t make deals with criminals in this town, so either way you accept that we have this bank surrounded and come out on your own or we will shout you down. It up to you” the sheriff said as he made a hand singnal to one of the well hidden man that were located at the windows oposite of the bank.

Under those man were also all three of the remaining group. Roberto and Vash were both carefully watching the scenerie that was taking place down there, carefully waiting if the sheriff really would give them the order to shoot, much to the blonds distaste, while the undertaker Wolfwood was waiting at the back of the room they were in. Both Roberto and Vash had agreed that his cross was way to dangerous to use on simple humans. Nicholas was very aware that he could bring the argument that he was capabil of having such a precise aim the risk of killing one of the hostages was low, but he knew for one that this might end up raising suspicion and two that he knew Vash, after the events with Rollo weeks prior, would still concider his cross too overkill. “what are they still arguing about” Roberto commented as he watched the sheriff get more and more annoyed with the bandits useless treaths for money. “if they would just lure them out with the money it would be easier to get them in range and would get them away from the hostages” he mumled, still on edge that the two girls were trapped in there without weapons. What was also more clawing on all of their sanitys was the fact they had heard shouting and a gunshot ten minutes ago. It wasn’t really calming either that they only could pray that it didn’t hit anyway and only was to scare the hostages, but what was noticable was the fact that prior to the shoot two bandits would talk to the sherif but now there was only one. “I know what you mean but luring them out still has a high chance that they take a hostage with them...and if they take Meryl or Y/N...and they would give commando to shoot....I” he trailed of at the end. Both Wolfwood and Roberto agreed that if they could avoid the outcome of either getting one of the girls in harms way they will. So rational or not they only could hope nothing crazy would happen- BANG

All three flinched, and it was dead silent. The sheriff outside made a handmovement as all of the men, including the trio put their hands on the trigger. Carefully and nervously starring at the bank. The annoying voice of the robber had stopped some minutes ago, probabely to talk to his partner before the second shoot happened. Vash face pailed as he heard pained screaming, meaning no matter if the first shot landed, this time it hit. His blue eyes wandered over to roberto, which had a similar face to himself, tho he tried to hid his concerns by furrowing his eyebrows and focusing on what the sheriff was doing. The oldman slowly started to sneak towards the door of the bank, carefully making sure that no matter what he wasn’t walking in front of one of the windows or the door, being covered by the walls all the time. He still held his hand up, telling the others to still wait for his commando as he leaned against the wall and carefully took a quick peek at the window. Inside was the large workplace of the bank, most hostages sitting down infront of the work counters, frozen in fear. Children were crying and mothers not beeing able to calm them down, all eyes glued on what stood in the middle of the room. Even tho the man wasn’t willing to work with bandits, paying for hostages to send them free, but he deeply cared for his townsfolk and the safety of the travlers. So the sight of a girl with a gun straight to her forehead was even too much for him to act cool. Roberto was the first that noticed the nervous trembling on the mans hand before he turned to Vash. “Something is going wrong, he is losing his cool” “what” the iconic duo snapped at him. Nicholas threw away his burnout cigarette before getting his cross. “I am sick of waiting, if none of you want to help them then I will go in there solo” and as he was about to storm off a robotic arm grabbed him by the shoulder “you can’t just run in there!” the ravenette man pushed him off before starring at him. “if she really meant something to you, you wouldn’t wait” and with this words he was off. And Vash was left there in silence. He knew who he meant and he also knew that it was unusual for him to wait such a long time. But it made him nervous, more anxious and scared that he had ever been. If he could he would have stormed in there long ago, but something stopped him, rethinking his plan and choices over and over again. ‘what would happen, if by trying to save her, I would end up getting her hurt’

As the Wolfwood reached the street and walked over to the old man, who by now had found his compousure again. “I don’t care about your power here, my...friends are in there and if you won’t help them I will” glaring at the sheriff before he opened the door. ...”

you don’t have the guts to do so” swinging her fist into his face, knocking him out cold. Silence. Y/Ns blank expression at the man drowning in his own blood before soon was replaced with surprise as her eyes landed on Wolfwood, similar shocked at the sight. It wasn’t what he had expected, but he didn’t have the time to speak as he was pushed forward and used as a human floorboard by the human typhoon himself. “is everyone alright?!” he screamed in the room looking anxiously around at the peoples exausted faces, before his eyes landed on the one person in the room that was eating the last nerves he had. Carelessly stepping over the cursing Wolfwood he dashed forward to pull Y/N towards him and burry his head in her shoulder. “your save...your save..I...oh god wait is that-” he flinched back as he saw the blood drips that covered her face. “no, shush. Breath Blondie breath. It’s not mine. I didn’t get hurt, Meryl didn’t got hurt and no one died- uh ok one person died but that wasn’t us” the girl started to ramble on, like usual as if she didn’t just barely survive a robbery.

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Later the group sat in the office of the sheriff, all of them exausted by the stress that was today. Roberto and Meryl were both talking to the old man, being reporters that wasn’t a surprise. Wolfwood meanwhile sat snoring his chair. His sunglasses were pushed over his eyes to hid his closed eyes, but the obvious sounds he made were pretty much giving away that he was knocked out. They were all very much exausted, but the atmosphere was only tense between two certain people. Vash and Y/N both sat beside eachother on a voice on the oposite side of the room. It was unusual for them to not talk to each other when they got the chance, so it made the girl nervous. She could tell something was off with the gunslinger, aside from the obvious stress. The silence slowly started to get on her nerves which is why she started to lean on his shoulder, something they both were used to by now, to get his attention. “I can tell something is still eating you alive” she mumbled, careful to not disturbe the rest of the people in the room. The man hummed, hiding his eyes behind his glasses as he stayed silent. “Vash...” the girl pleaded, she was too tired to try anything big to cheer him up, but it kept her up that she didn’t knew what was wrong with him. Was he angry that she didn’t wait for them? Was he stressing himself that it took so long? Or was he just as tired as she was. The last thing was the most unrealistic one in this scenerio, so she pressed further. “you know you can talk to me...please...” “it worries me...” he finallly spoke. “what do you mean?” Y/N asked confused. “what you did in there....you had a gun to your forehead...how did you know he wouldn’t shoot you?...what would have happened if....” he trailed of again. The (h/c) haired woman sighed and closed her eyes “I didn’t...I didn’t know” she started, feeling him shuffle nervously, probabely about to scold her for beeing so reckless. “-but I guessed...Vash when you don’t have knowlege of guns you start to fight with your head instead. By that obviously not mass headbutting people but rather talking. We are simiar you know...you talk to people that want to hurt you because you see the best in them, knowng they can choose different outcomes if they want to” she stopped before opening her eyes again, looking at him smiling bitterly.

“-but I can’t do that. I can’t believe every person is good or at least able to do so. I know that there are bad people, so I watch out. I start seeing people for what they really are, analyzing them, and being able to tell who to beware of most. I couldn’t know if the guy would shoot or not, but I trusted my own abilitys and talked him out of doing so”. She knew Vash didn’t really like what she was trying to tell him, judging by his still stressed out face, but he relaxed as her hand started to wander trough his hair and softly started to pet him. “you shouldn’t have to do something like that...you know I trust you, with all my heart but getting in danger and only talking could get you killed if you continue like that” he started to ramble “and I don’t know what i would do if you get killed I mean if I was there and you would get shoot or what if someone kidnaps you again and you are alone again and I-” “you are worried that someday one of these people ends up beeing your brother right?” he froze. It scared her too, shitless almost, thinking of standing face to face with a man that could kill her in matter of seconds without remorse. She understood why Vash was so worried all the time, since where ever he went his brother could follow soon. “I am scared too you know....I heard what this guy did to a whole town. I wouldn’t start a fight I know I will lose”. Her friends still stressed face started to pain her, more than it already had. The sight of not being able to calm him the slightest was more than stressing for herself. “...you told me that we could watch over another...and that I could relax sometimes...and after today, even if your reckless beviour makes me want to strangle you, I am willing to agree with that. But” he held his finger up to stop her from interupting him “if we ever encounter my brother no matter what you stay behind me and run if i tell you too ok?” starring at her with a serious face. The girl sighed and crossed her arms before her chest, leaning on his shoulder again before closing her eyes.

“ok we have a deal partner”

#vash x reader #draft #vash the stampede #trigun stampede #trigun

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themultifandomgal · 1 year

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Alfie Solomons- Love At First Sight Pt3

"Tea?" Alfie asks as I walk downstairs

"Please" I smile at him as he places a cup down "thank you"

"Your brother rang this morning. Wanted to know how you were doing"

"More like checking that in behaving and not flirting with the workers" I chuckle I pick the cup up and blow on the hot drink before taking a sip

"He did warn me, yeah that you had a way with speaking to men"

"Oh he warned you did he" I raise an eyebrow "Tommy has always been very protective"

"Ah that's brothers for you. Never had a sister, but if I did yeah, she wouldn't be allowed to speak to a lad right"

"I've never understood how men think" I shake my head siping the rest of my tea

"Now. No business today..."

"No business?" I question

"No. Sunday. Day of rest. So. What would you like to do?"

"Oh erm I'm not sure"

"Well what do you normally do?"

"Tommy doesn't really do time off from work, but when I have a spare few moments I usually go horse riding"

"Got no horses myself, but I know a place”

"How was that?" Alfie asks as we arrive back at his house

"Lovely thank you Alfie. The last time I was able to ride like that was before the war. Before..."

"Before your brothers left"

"Before I left. I was a nurse during the war"

"Why did you stop nursing?" I give Alfie a shrug

"Tommy needed help with the business"

"You do a lot for them brothers of yours"

"Because I love them"

"You love them? your brothers are fucking in...."

"Insane?" I cut Alfie off "yeah I know" I stand in front of him and lean up to his ear "and so am I"

"Is that right"

"Uh huh now I'm hungry let's go and get some food"

Weeks have passed since then. Alfie was on Sabini's side for a while till Tommy threatened him. Now Alfie is back on our side. Campbells dead and so is Sabini. I haven't seen Alfie since I spent the weekend, and while I thought this would be good to get him out of my head... turns out the man won't leave my thoughts. And I must not be out of his because we have been phoning on another and just the other night he phoned me asking to meet him half way between London and Birmingham

"YN!" I hear Tommy shouting me from down the stairs

"What?!" I shout back

"Get the fuck down here. Arthur's been in another fucking fight!"

"Bloody hell" i mutter and run down the stairs to see my brother covered in blood "ya know what I think I'm going to go live in London with Ada"

"Not with a certain Jewish gangster" John sniggers

"Shut up. I was only at his house because of him" I point to Tommy who's stood in the corner of the room smoking "now hold still while I clean you up" I tell Arthur picking up a clean rag

"At least this sisters actually a nurse" John comments

"Still can't believe Ada says she's a nurse" I laugh while I clean up Arthur "now your nose isn't broken, but your going to have a rotten black eye"

"YN?"

"Hmm" I turn to face Finn

"Do you miss it. Nursing?"

"A little yeah. Miss caring for people, especially the babies, but I'm needed here to help. And anyway whose going to keep you lot in check and patch up your scrapped knees, because lord knows your brothers are useless at that" I ruffle his hair

"Why don't you just go back? Polly can look after us"

"Very true, but I'm happy working here in the shop" I finish up cleaning Arthur and throw away the rag "now stop getting into fights. All of you" I look around at all of the boys "now I'm going to uncle Charlie's and curlys to ride" I tell the brothers before taking my coat

"It's getting dark YN. Go tomorrow"

"I'll be back later" I say leaving the house.

"You were right" I look at Alfie confused as I enter the car

"About what?"

"Your insane"

"That Mr Solomons I am, but you must be more so meeting up with a Shelby sister. Tommy will have your head, as will Arthur"

"What about John?"

"He'll probably laugh then dispose of your body"

"Delightful" I lean on and place o kiss on Alfie's cheek

"Don't worry. I won't let them"

#peaky blinders #peaky blinders imagine #alfie solomon’s imagine #alfie solomons x reader #alfie solomons #alfie solomons x y/n #shelby sister #sister shelby

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celestialspecial · 2 years

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Palace of Stars and Shadows

Because I wanted to write something fantasy (: dunno if itll turn into anything else other than scattered blurbs for fun-but we’ll see

You were running as fast as your feet could carry you through the brambles and bushes of the forest. The sounds of those chasing you grew louder, they were gaining on you. Weaving and racing as fast as you could your lungs were burning, throat on fire as each breath grew more ragged, more desperate.

The forest was growing thicker around you, the sun was barely able to penetrate through the canopy of leaves above. You’d been told never to step into the woods, that it was dangerous. The creatures that resided in there were ten times worse than anything you’d encounter on the outside.

You’d barely had any choice. It was either escape into the tree line or be burned at the stake for witchcraft. Shouts of the men in pursuit rang out behind you, a few spooked rabbits and deer took off along your side at the intrusion into the seemingly peaceful woods.

Your feet caught on a tree root jutting out jaggedly sending you toppling to the soft earth. You landed on a slippery patch of moss, tumbling over and over down a short hill, the world was spinning then a cracking noise and blinding white hot pain streaked across your eyes. The back of your skull met with a large rock, the noise was loud and you turned over to the side to be sick at the sudden increasing pain in your head.

“Look here men, our little witch didn’t get that far after all.” You could see blurry feet step into the glade you’d fallen into. This was it you were done for.

“And she even went through all the trouble of knocking herself off her feet.”

“Please… I’m not a witch. I’m just a cook at the inn… please-“ you knew it was falling on deaf ears as they laughed, mimicking your pleading tone, the sounds of them drawing their weapons made your stomach drop. Tossing your arms over your head in a useless but instinctual move as one of the men at the forefront stepped towards you.

“Please!”

A whizzing noise broke the air then a wet crunch and a gurgle that had you looking up to see what stopped the man’s sword from striking you where you knelt. A silver dagger plunged in your attackers chest up to the hilt. Blood red rubies sparkled on the handle. It took a moment before the other men realized what happened, watching their friend hit the ground, dead.

Another few whooshing noises echoed through the clearing and two more men dropped to the ground. Shouts of nervousness and anxiety called out from the remaining party as they scrambled to find out where the siege was coming from. You pushed off the ground in the midst of the chaos but standing was a bad idea, deep tendrils of pain curled around your head and the base of your neck as the darkness closed in around you, falling to the cool earth once more.

Before you lost all consciousness you could hear more shouts and screams from the men and a large pair of black leather boots walking into the opening and stopping before you.

Sunlight creeped under your eyelids, forcing a groan from your mouth. Attempting to sit up, wondering how you were still alive. You weren’t on the cold dirt anymore though, beneath was- fabric? Soft and silken, you blinked a tentative eye open to see that yes, your hand was resting on a dark navy silk sheet, a pillow under your head as well. You tried to open your other eye to see where you were…

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” A deep voice rumbled from nearby. You jumped at the sudden sound, eyes shooting open only to be squeezed shut again as shards of light stung you. A soft chuckle then sounds of footsteps approaching where you sat.

“Don’t come any closer…I-I’m dangerous- yes, stay away. I’m a witch.” An empty threat met with another deep sound of mirth.

“You’re no more a witch than I am a human.”

That comment sent a shiver through you, heart pounding in your chest more so than before. What did he mean by that? You felt the intense throbbing from the light start to diminish, able to focus more on your surroundings. You were in an opulent room, large domed ceiling, four poster bed draped in tones of dark velvet, navy, black, shades of purple. A huge window that lead to a balcony was thrown open, hence the immense amounts of illuminating the space.

“Be still. You’re safe, for now.” Following the sound of the voice you narrowed in on a darkened corner of the room, cloaked in shadow. More footsteps and then a man, stepping into the light as if the shadows birthed him before your very eyes. Skin as pale as moonlight, dark brown hair that hung long on top, but lay close cropped around his ears ….which were, slightly pointed. Eyes the color of jet, black, but focused on you with intensity.

He was tall, lithe, but corded muscle lay chiseled beneath the black tunic he wore. Embellishments of gold and silver threaded throughout the garment. You were certain he was the most beautiful man you’d ever laid eyes on. Scruff clung to his jawline, you’d seen pirates or merchants come into the inn you worked at with similar facial hair and outfits. Realizing your mouth had gaped open you shut it quickly trying to find words of response in your dry throat.

He cocked his head at you, waiting for your reply. Why weren’t you screaming? Throwing the sheets off your body and racing for the exit? That’s what they all did when they realized where they were. Another step forward and you could’ve sworn you saw shadows of large wings dancing along the wall behind him, but after another blink they were gone. Maybe your head hadn’t properly healed yet.

“Where am I? In the woods…I”

“You’re safe now. “ you shook your head, brows drawn together in confusion.

“But how?” It dawned on you suddenly. “You saved me?” The man inclined his head, the closest thing to a ‘yes’ you were certain you’d get. “Why?”

His expression was inscrutable, giving away nothing for you to go on.

“I attack anyone who steps into the area of my court with unacceptable goals in mind.” The men chasing you, attempting to burn you at the stake, ready to kill you outright in the woods. He saw the workings going on in your head, addressing them before made mention, “I know you’re not a witch. I’ve met witches, worked with them before.” Another step towards you. “They’re no where near as…beautiful or …soft as you.” The last few words seemed to catch you both off guard, but his stalwart resolve resumed not a moment later.

He took another few steps towards you, that’s all it took for his long legs to reach the edge of the bed you sat upon, towering over you. Beautiful and intimidating all at once. His hand extended fingertips tracing over the lines of your face, he must be using some sort of fae magic on you as you only felt peace, humming in your chest as the pads of his fingertips curved along your jaw to hold your chin firmly in place, looking up at him.

Your body ached in ways unfamiliar to you, nipples tightly budded behind your dress, breasts heavy with each new breath you took, the scent of him, like a crackling fire, dew on the leaves after a rainstorm, when the darkness of night enfolds you and only the moon and stars are visible. His harsh gaze had softened as well, staring into your eyes, searching for answers that you didn’t know must’ve been pouring out of you by how long he was staring.

Fae were dangerous, not to be trusted. It’s why the forest was off limits to the town, being forced to hunt in the other side of the city where it wasn’t occupied by Magicks of any kind. Yet here you were, obviously In the home of one of them, who had rescued you from your certain death. Before you could open your mouth to say anything further a low sound of a horn blowing echoed from outside, filling the room. This seemed to awaken him from his stupor, releasing your chin and backing away a few feet.

“I will send food up. There is a dress in the wardrobe over there for you. When it’s time I’ll send for you.” Time? Time for what? He turned in his heel and began walking toward the door to the large room, you tossed the sheets off of you jumping up to follow him before anchoring in place as he opened the door, about to slip out.

“Wait! How will I be able to leave? To go home?” His dark eyes only pinned you with that long discerning gaze once more.

“You cannot leave. Ever.”

#fae!billyrusso #billy russo #Billy Russo x Reader #billy russo x female reader #billy russo fanfic #fanfic #punisher fanfiction #the punisher fanfiction #fanfiction #ben barnes #ben barnes character #fantasy fic #fantasy #writing

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ohmotherwhereartthou-if · 11 months

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How would the ROs react to someone telling them they could do a lot better than mc alongside some other insults for the MC? (Let's also assume the MC is already insecure)👀

Cassandra: Stunned into silence at the gall. She will look shocked for a few moments, you'd might expect her to snap but her actually will lift an eyebrow and scoff. "Such a vast waste of air; your petty comments are irrelevant, and now your very presence irritates me. Don't speak to me or about my beloved ever again." She would walk away and if MC overhead she wrap her arm around their waist and give them a kiss. "Pay them no mind my love, your the one I will always choose."

Valeria: Will laugh at first and joke, "I think your really overestimating my value if you think I am too good for someone. I don't think I'm all that great of a person for someone to tell me that." But once they start insulting MC? Will pull a whole angry latina rampage.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!" and a whole bunch of other shouts will be released; yes, now everyone is looking and no, she doesn't care. If what they said hurt your feelings she will drag her brothers into the argument and they tend to take things too far, the offender will most likely never show their face around again after this whole ordeal.

Tomás: Fifty-fifty chance that he is either mad or annoyed, or both. Tomás would probably just brush them off and not give them the time of day, he hates wasting breath on pointless things. But if they hurt your feelings he will get really defensive and make this a public incident if you let him take it that far, he is not afraid to duel for your honour. Which is kinda outdated even in this world at this time but he is an old fashioned kinda guy and won't tolerate anyone bad mouthing his woman/man.

Ludovica: Ooh this is really bad for whoever is stupid enough to do this with her when she has finally found real love for the first time in her life. Ludovica has a kind heart and gentle demeanor most of the time when she is with MC, she has a soft air about her and honestly would be the equivalent of a sweet disney princess in the flesh. But all that vanishes in an instant the moment someone starts bad mouthing MC in her presence, her smile and the sweet look in her eyes drops quickly and is replaced with a cold look that would put most offended mothers to shame.

"You will cease such foul talk immediately. He/she is the love of my life, you are nothing nor will be anything to me and such, have no place to say such things about my beloved. I am the one not worthy of him/her, but I intend to fully devote myself to him/her for the rest of my life to try to make him/her as happy as they have made me. I don't ever want to hear such things from you ever again, and if I do then you are dead to me. Understand?"

If she finds out MC got hurt feelings from this she will comfort them and hold them close to her as she reassures them just how much she loves them for as long as they need.

Aurelio: His response is the equivalent of "lol and who tf are you???" He will smirk and lift a brow as he insults them back with surprisingly hurtful veiled insults, he is used to people being jealous of who he gives his affection to but he never tolerated it in the past and he isn't about to start tolerating it now.

If MC has hurt feelings from the comments he will tease them a bit but reassure them that it is them who he chose to be in a relationship with and that they have nothing to fear from what useless idiots think. (If they made MC cry he will also quietly ruin that person's life by destroying whatever finances they had and knocking them down a whole economic class bracket.)

Elio: Ignores them completely and goes about his day, to be honest he will not mention the incident unless you do or if you are very obviously upset about it. (emphasis on obvious as he is bad at reading people's emotions)

If he understands that what that idot said hurt your feelings he will just tell you that you have nothing to be insecure about and if that didn't fix the issue then he will elaborate that If he didn't deem you enough then he wouldn't be with you. And he is with you right now isn't he? It might sound blunt on paper, and I mean it still is in person when he says it but it is his surprisingly sincere delivery that makes the declaration of how he feels really sweet.

#omwat #OMWAT #ask #ludovica #cassandra #aurelio #elio #valeria #tomas

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haloburns · 3 months

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For WIP Wednesday, "In the Shadow of Your Heart."

“Baldie, I got a bone to pick with you!” K sighed and held up a finger. “Hold that thought.” He spun on his heel to face the person bearing down on him with intent. “What is it this time, Tenadii?” The person, now dubbed Tenadii, scoffed. “Well for one, you’ve got my cart full of non-essentials! Cinnamon, oregano, cilantro… What in the hell am I supposed to do with cilantro on a submarine, K!” K leveled them with an unimpressed look visible even through their impenetrable glasses. Tenadii just glared back before reaching into their jacket and removing a ball of leafy greens. “And just what in the fuck is this?” “That would be lettuce.” K had shown no emotion in the very little time Mateo had known him, but there was a distinct lack of amusement as he leveled the Kiwi cook with a black look through even blacker shades. Mateo bit his lip to stifle his laughter, turning his face away to hide his smile. He had a feeling it would be most unwelcome at this particular moment. “I know what lettuce is, you fuckin’ drongo.” Indignation dripped from every syllable as they shoved the head of lettuce into K’s hands. “What the fuck is it doing with my supplies?!” “It’s a vegetable.” K spoke again, each world slow and deliberate as if he thought Tenadii was being dense on purpose. “The crew need the four basic food groups—” Tenadii cut K off by shouting over him, “So help me Rongomātāne, K, if you start listing the food groups, I will not be held responsible for the hiding you’ll get!” K pressed his lips together in a thin line as Tenadii squared up with him. Mateo sized the pair up, trying to determine what the outcome of the fight would be. Tenadii was shorter than the agent by several inches but broader by just as many. Whereas K’s frame was made for speed and precision, Tenadii’s frame was packed for power. Even though fighting was not Mateo’s strong-suit, it was obvious that K wouldn't want to get involved; he wasn't the type of man to pick a fight he couldn’t win. A smirk ticked at the corner of Tenadii’s mouth as K’s lips thinned further. He didn’t open his mouth again. “NO ONE wants to eat lettuce, K!” They gestured to the crew swarming around them. “Where’s the spinach?! The collard greens! The Swiss chard! Literally anything except fucking lettuce!” A sound from deep within the ship rumbled the loading bay around them. It must have been a signal of some kind because Operative K looked distinctly relieved at the distraction. He threw the lettuce back at Tenadii, who caught it without flinching. “Alright, Gordon Ramsey, pack it up! Time to move out!” K turned on his heel and marched off to wherever he was supposed to be when the alarm sounded, leaving Mateo alone with Tenadii. He gave them a tentative smile, wiggling his fingers in an awkward wave. Their eyes drifted up and down Mateo for a long moment. Then they snorted and disappeared into the crowd beginning to flood across the ship’s floor.

ghost light atlantis au skooooooooooo

tenadii is nikau, i just decided it made more sense for them to go by their last name here, at least for a time. makes them feel a little bit more weighty. i love this scene with cookie in the original atlantis, but when i was writing it out, i realized that it didn't make sense for nikau to be upset by the presence of lettuce bc of its existence as a vegetable, but bc its nutritionally useless

also i just REALLY wanted to make that gordon ramsey comment

#ecto writes #ecto fics #in the shadow of your heart #ghost light #ghost light atlantis au #atlantis au #danny phantom

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The cursed recruit (AO3)

By Symon Pude

Chapter 4 - The Ceremony

I opened my eyes to the early signs of dawn, my eyelids still too heavy to keep open. I tried to take a deep breath, but only a small wheeze came through. My chest rattled with every forced breath. I put my numb hand on my mouth when a cough came and even though I couldn’t see anything, the stickiness could only mean one thing. Just like the medic said; I was going to suffocate on my own blood. Panic built up in my chest. I tried to calm myself, thinking what the medic advised.

I shifted to my back. I had taken the monk’s advice and my torso was on my rucksack. I put my hands down beside me. Slightly more air came through my throat.

“Help!” The sound out of my voice was not louder than a whisper, although I cried out with the whole power I had left. That did more harm than good. A thick fog of exhaustion lay on my mind, begging me to drag me back to sleep. I didn’t give in. I had to survive till dawn. Wind blew through the holes in the tent’s fabric.

At least I get enough air, I thought.

It took forever before the staccato fanfare from some instrument with metallic sound broke the silence. I started to hear more and more rustling. People grunting as they took their morning piss.

“Help!” I cried.

No answer came. Another few minutes went by like hours. Every small breath needed all my concentration to work. My head pounded in a fast rhythm.

Bron's words bellowed over the camp. “Is the new one still not up?"

Negating grumbles followed. The heavy, big footsteps of the berserker approached; the damaged cloth of my tent was pushed aside and Bron’s head peeked in. His eyes opened wide as he saw me.

Some comment about coming to the bed of another man swirled in my head, but all I could grunt was, "Help!"

"We need a medic!" he shouted in the direction of camp.

A series of voices shouted "Medic!"

I was alone again in my tent. My short ragged breaths drowned out the sounds from outside. Every second trickled by as slowly as a snail. The cloth at the entrance parted and the monk came into view.

He sat down next to me. "Relax. Just breathe."

I tried to laugh, but only coughs came out.

He turned to Bron. "He really needs to take part in a ceremony. We should have gotten to him sooner."

"I will ask General Trak what we should do." He hurdled away.

The medic took my hands, his touch feeling numb. “Your fingertips are a little cold.”

Then he leaned to my face. “Take a deep breath.”

I sucked in, but like before, my body refused to take in air.

He shifted, putting his ear on my chest. “Again, take a deep breath.”

The man frowned. "I am afraid there's nothing I can do for you for now."

He turned to the spectators. "Bring a stretcher!"

Two of the useless ones scrambled away. The monk stayed with me, as I fell into a fast breathing rhythm.

In out in out in out...

It felt like an entire day until the sound of hooffalls carried over, growing louder and louder.

“Get out of the way!” Bron bellowed at the spectators.

His massive body closed the opening of my tent, then he made way for two soldiers who came in with the stretcher. It was a simple wooden frame with cloth stretched in between.

“Put it alongside his body,” the monk said to them. “You two tilt him a little to the other side and put the stretcher under his body.”

As the two soldiers tilted my body, my breath was gone. I knew that they would stop soon enough, so I tried not to panic. I felt the wooden framework on my back. The soldiers let me down. I slipped onto the stretcher, but my supporting rucksack didn’t. I fought to get a breath in, to no avail. The monk got behind my head and pushed my torso high. I sucked in air.

The monk turned to the soldiers. “A little slower the next time. Put his backpack under him.”

They did as they were told. The monk let me sink down on it.

Bron ordered, “The carriage is in front of the tent. Put him on it.”

The two did a quick salute.

“At three,” the one behind my head mumbled. “One, two, three.”

They heaved the stretcher in the air, but they hadn’t considered how low the tent was. Both, and me, hit the ceiling. The holes in the tents were weak spots, and cloth ripped with a gruesome sound.

"Damnit," I pushed out. Those soldiers were not the smartest ones. It was almost a wonder they could count to three.

They ducked again and carried me out. Every movement put a stop to my breathing. Fortunately, the carriage stood directly beside my tent. The carriage was rather big, with a round tent larger than the two men tents mounted on it. Cloth hung over the opening in the back. The two soldiers put the foot end of the stretcher on the carriage and one climbed onto the wooden support. They huffed me the last few metres into the carriage, where warmth engulfed me.

I widened my eyes. I knew what that meant.

The man saluted to a person in the carriage and then quickly scrambled outside. His face was full of embarrassment to have disturbed the occupant of the carriage.

We stood still for a moment until the front of the cloth parted and a quill and a piece of parchment were handed in. With one snappy movement, the items were taken by the occupant of the carriage. Stocks of provisions, weapons and clothes obstructed my direct line of sight to the person, but I knew who it was.

The two horses won against inertia. This first push left me breathless. The first metres were torture. Every hole on the uneven field shook the cart. Then the front wheels got on the road with a rumble that went through the whole carriage. It cut down the breath I tried to get in. The back wheels weren't much better. Finally, on the road. Which was also plastered with holes. My weak mind drifted off. What does the baron do with all the tax he collects if he can't even keep the roads in order?

Concentrating on my breathing, I looked around in the carriage. An oil lamp hung from the ceiling. Its frequent burning over the years had coated the glass with a slight brown tint. It illuminated the interior of the carriage in a dim, orange light. Its heat drew drops of sweat from my skin. Souvras really liked heat

As I listened, the scraping of a feather on parchment was heard beside the hooffalls, the creaking of the lamp overhead and the rattling of the wheels. I craned my neck to see the general holding a wooden board in one hand and a quill in the other hand. Occasionally, he dipped his quill into the inkwell. The movement made it impossible for him to write anything.

"You should not cut the finger that is mending your cracks, or you might shatter," he said without moving at all. A saying that I didn't know. I think it meant that he noticed that I shook his hand with puke on mine.

“I’m breaking a lot of taboos to get you healed. I hope you learn to appreciate it,” he continued.

In my clouded mind I had only one question.

I whispered, “Why?”

“You might not realise it yet, but you could prove very important.”

"How?"

He didn't say anything else. I got back to my breathing, and he to his writing. Even through the cloth, the light of the morning sun now trumped the light of the oil lamp. It was going to be a sunny, warm day. The general still didn't remove the cloth on any side. The radiation from the sun made it even hotter in the carriage. After a time of complete, sweet silence in the comfortable warmth, the carriage went uphill and then stopped.

“What is your business here?” cried a voice from the outside.

“We are from the army. We have a heavily injured soldier that needs healing.” That person had to be the coachman.

“Do you have any official request for healing this person?” the man said.

“Yes, hold on a minute.”

The cloth in the front parted. General Trak had heard the conversation and handed the paper he had been writing on to the short man riding the carriage. His rugged full beard stood in perverse contrast to the armour of the army.

The coachman vanished from sight again. “There we go.”

The other person took a while to read the paper.

He stuttered, “Okay, well, the…, then go on, please.”

Shortly after, the carriage moved again, but stopped to a halt in the monastery walls soon. The general exited the carriage in the front.

“Greetings in the name of the healing god, Lord Trak.” The greeting came from an unknown, glorifying voice. Like the voice of the ceremon in the town, but even more spiritual.

“I greet thee, bishop,” the general said.

“What brings you hither?” the bishop asked.

“A patient to be healed today.”

“It’s customary to have two weeks of penance before receiving the blessing.”

“By the trust the king has given the generals, I overrule this custom.”

A short pause followed. “So be it.”

The cloth at the end of the carriage parted. I craned my neck but couldn’t make out the people behind my head. Somebody entered the carriage and entered my field of vision. It was a monk, a little bit taller and older than the medic, dressed in a brown robe. On his chest was the same picture of the griffin in red with the octagonal crest of the church in the middle.

He knelt beside me. “Are you okay?”

I just blinked at him.

He took a look at my fingers. “My name is Brother Benjamin. We’re going to get you healed up real quick.”

He went to my feet and took the handles of the stretcher. He nodded at someone behind me and I was lifted off the ground. They got me out of the carriage and carried me to the building.

I spotted a tall bell tower, and I recognised it. I quickly averted my eyes. When we passed the general, I saw the bishop. Four monks were carrying a glamourous roof of cloth around that spent shadow to the religious leader.

He looked as old as Joseph; but he wasn’t human. He was a zivot. The face of the zivot was not very different from that of a human, if a little thin. His skin was translutient, with a slight rosy tint. A fine mesh of pulsating, shining blood with a colour range from blue to red shone through his cheeks. Under the skin of his bald head, only a few blood vessels could be made out. His bony jaws led to a pointed chin. Streaks of vibrant green streaked through his amber eyes.

The monks carried me past the bishop, who brought a sleeve of his pure white robe to his nose. “He smells. Where did he come from?” When he spoke, his upper canines peeked out of his mouth like fangs.

“He is a human farmer,” the general replied.

The bishop turned to the general. “This is very uncommon for us to bestow the Maker’s gift of healing to an unwashed peasant.”

The general just stared at him.

The bishop sighed. “We will make an exception for you, Lord Trak.”

The monks carried me inside. The walls were made of big chunks of granite. In the hallway there were four doors on either side. We went through the second one on the left. It was a simple room with one bed. It was the most comfortable I had ever lain on. The monks got to work opening my surcoat and getting me out of my shirt. Then they cleaned my torso with a sponge and pleasantly warm water. The red spots from yesterday had turned into brown bruises, and the monks took special interest in the big one on my side. Through all of it, I struggled to keep my eyelids open. Finally, they covered me up with a blanket.

“This day’s ceremony starts in a little more than one hour,” a monk that had carried me explained. His voice distorted and got clear again, like looking at something too closely. “We will consult the treatment and get back to you. In the meantime, confess all your sins and regrets to me. The holy ceremony is only for people with a clean soul.”

The other people left and the monk -what was his name again?- got a chair and sat down beside me.

“You don't have to worry. Nobody except me, you and the Maker are going to hear your confession.”

I stared at the ceiling, my eyes unable to focus on one point.

“So, when was your last confession?” the bald man asked.

“Never,” I whispered.

His eyebrows shot up. “And you never had the urge to cleanse your mind and turn back to god?”

“No.”

“Do you have anything to confess now?”

In my mind's eye, I saw the crowd around a body that fell to her death.

"No," I said.

“I know it’s hard to open up. But it’s a good feeling to have it off your chest.”

I spat the collected saliva on the ground. It left the taste of blood in my mouth.

The monk jumped back, barely missed by the projectile. “May the all-powerful forgive all your sins, spoken and unspoken ones.” He left my bed and went to watch in the corner. My vision was too blurry to see, but I assumed his face was a glare.

I didn't know how much time had passed before the other monk came in. He went to my bed and sat down beside me. He spoke in a distorted voice. “You have liquid in your lungs. This is called an oedema. Oedemas are difficult to treat. Our healers can easily heal the injury that caused the blood leak in your lungs, but it would still take much time for your body to get rid of the liquid.”

My lips curled upwards. There was a chance I could miss out on the army.

The monk continued, “We decided that we first need to get rid of all the blood. So, we’re going to stab your chest with a metal lance and then suck out the whole liquid. When the priestess heals you, the additional injury is also healed up. We have to tell you that this treatment is going to hurt.”

I nodded, a frown appearing on my face.

“Because you came in on this short notice, your healing will be performed by a priestess in training. The ceremony will initiate soon.”

My visitors left the room, and silence settled down, only broken by the rushing of blood in my ears. I took a deep breath; it was as hard as trying to squeeze out the last bit of whey from fresh cheese. A gurgle growled in my chest and when I released the air, it came out as a wheeze. My unfocused eyes passed around the empty room.

After a few minutes, small handbells clanked in a slow metronome, echoing in my addled mind. As the sound grew louder, low, praising, chants in an unknown language joined in. Two figures in brown monk robes entered my room. The crest on their chests was now nothing more than a red blur. One swooshed behind my head and suddenly the whole bed moved. They pushed me out into the hallway, the grey walls passing by me in a blur. My head fell to the other side and found a bed similar to mine with a patient with bluish skin on it. The blue man had joined the prayers of the monks. The words reverberated around me, accentuated by metallic clanks, pushing away everything else from my mind. A warm feeling of belonging spread in my body, and I caught myself speaking the words I didn’t know.

We reached two massive, golden doors with the church’s hand engraved into them. They pushed open, flooding light into the dark hallway. I instinctively closed my eyes. When I opened them back again, I found myself in a grandiose hall, not unlike the inside of the chapel at home, but scaled up to impossible size. A chorus of voices filled the room with a sanctifying hymn. Although the words were lost to me, the combined force of the people touched me deeply.

We had entered at the long side of a rectangular floor. On our right, there were rows after rows of singing visitors. On our left side, there was a free, square area, and beyond it stood ten zivots. The bishop stood in the middle, atop of a stair, wearing a gradious, pure white robe. The other zivots stood shoulder on shoulder in a line, their robes similarly white, except the red crest on their chests and the deep red sleeves. On the bishop’s left side stood four bald males, and on the other side five females with dark red, curly hair of different length. The one that broke the symmetry was the young zivot girl farthest to the right, which hair only reached just under her ears. While all the other priests and priestesses had their heads held high, she looked down.

The song stopped, the last note echoing through the hall.

“Let the ceremony begin,” the bishop said from an altar, his voice carrying back to the last corner.

They started with the most common prayer, and I rolled my eyes like always. But now, it reverberated through the whole hall and into my addled mind.

“Lord in Heavens. Your name is praised above all others. You lead us to the promised land. Everybody who follows your way will find your mind with you. Oh, almight Maker…”

My head fell back on the pillow and the voices distorted despite my best efforts to concentrate. I tried to blink away my unfocussed vision, but my eyes refused to open again. In the darkness, my mind threatened to slip away. I clung to every sensation; The soft linens on my skin and the voice of the bishop, now speaking in an unknown tongue.

I didn’t know how much time had passed until a gloved hand touched my forearm. I opened my eyes to see the young priestess standing by the side of my bed. I looked into the young woman’s amber eyes, but she averted her gaze sideways and immediately said a silent prayer. That did little to slow the blood pulsating in the veins under the translucent skin on her cheeks.

"Blood hen," I muttered.

The priestess didn't react. Her face boasted the same features as the bishop’s, if a little softer and more agreeable. The tips of her dark red hair barely curled under her ears.

A song started playing in the background. Three monks also joined me at the bed. “We’re sorry, but it's better if your extremities are out of the way.”

They took my hands and bound them with leather straps to each side on top of the bed. My legs were also fixed; I wouldn’t have had the strength to stop them if I had wanted to.

“This will now hurt. Here, bite on this.” A monk handed me a piece of wood, which I took in my mouth.

One of the monks took out the lance and targeted it on my side. My breathing got quicker as the reality of the situation sunk in.

They were going to push that fucking thing into my chest!

The lance penetrated my right side. My teeth burrowed into the wood. Pain in the jaw added to my agony. With eyes pressed together, I could only feel the thin rod probed into my new wound. Then the sucking started. That made it even worse.

I spit out the wood and yelled with all the power I had. “FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!”

The young priestess jumped back and placed her red glove before her mouth, before a monk stopped her from retreating further. The monk sucking on the glass pipette stuck in my side stopped. I breathed in, and more air came down, but it hurt like a thousand needles on my right side. The young priestess stepped closer, her tiny lips a line, the blood pumping in her cheeks. She ungloved her hands and placed them on my injuries. A pleasant tingling flowed out of them.

The power of the Maker, I thought.

My fingers curled in the sheets at the heavenly feeling. It was hard to believe. The pain subsided, and I hoped with all my heart it wouldn't stop. After a few moments, the tingling feeling lessened.

"No!"

The hands slipped from my chest. I opened my eyes to see the priestess fall to the floor, unconscious. The monks forgot about me and tended to her. My side still felt weird, but my exhaustion was stronger.

“Thank the Maker,” I managed to mumble before I closed my eyes again.

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Complications (teaser)

Cyrano de Bergerac x fem!OC

A small chapter from my upcoming story “Complications”. Based on the classic love triangle Cyrano de Bergerac and adapted to the 2021 film featuring Peter Dinklage. We all know the classic story of Cyrano, but what happens if there was another woman in the mix?

Takes place right after Christian meets Cyrano.

(For context) Julia is Roxanne’s sister, she knows Cyrano is in love with Roxanne, but she also knows that she herself is in love with Cyrano.)

Word Count: 1818

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Cyrano was quick to throw his sword down and push Christian away. He didn’t want anyone to see what was about to happen, his pride couldn’t stand it.

“Embrace me,” he commanded once the two men were alone.

“Sir?” He said simply, confused as anyone would be. Cyrano, however, disregarded his confusion and wrapped his arms around the taller man’s torso.

“I’m her brother.”

“Whose?”

“Who do you think?”

“The girl from the theatre last night?” Cyrano nodded. “You don’t look like her brother.”

“We’re old friends. Like siblings but not. We’re very close.”

“And… what?”

Cyrano sighed. This man was quickly approaching rabbit status. “She’s told me everything. The theatre, ‘love at first sight,’ all that.”

Christian’s eyes went wide as he suddenly was paying much more attention to the man standing before him. “She loves me?”

“She believes so.”

Christian’s face of shock quickly turned to an elated grin as he forcefully grabbed Cyrano’s hand. “Sir I am so glad to know you!”

“That’s enough now,” Cyrano sighed, pulling his hand from Christian’s grasp as the shaking went on for a little too long.

“Forgive me, please, for insulting you earlier, I-”

“Yes, yes, yes.”

“She loves me!” he shouted again, barely able to contain his excitement.

“Now, listen!” Cyrano interrupted begging his attention.

“She loves me,” he said once more under his breath.

“Roxanne wants a letter from you.”

“Roxanne?” He repeated. “Julia’s sister? Why would she want a letter from me?”

Cyrano began to panic. They weren’t talking about Roxanne, they were talking about Julia. If he still wanted to pull this off, to make Roxanne happy, he would have to think and quickly.

“Yes… Roxanne.” he was stalling at this point as he thought of an excuse. “Roxanne wants a letter from you.. For Julia. She asked on Julia’s behalf. She knows how much of a romantic her sister is but she would never ask herself.”

“Impossible. If I write to her she won’t want me.”

“Really? Why?”

“I can’t write love letters.”

“Rabbit,” Cyrano concluded under his breath. He was right after all.

“Sorry?”

“You just say what you feel. As long as it’s true you can’t go wrong.”

“A woman like Julia wants wit, romance, maybe even poetry.”

“You’re right,” Cyrano chuckled, still thinking about Roxanne rather than the girl in question. “You’d better leave town… I didn’t mean it,” he added after a moment, seeing Christian’s woeful expression.

“I’m very confused. Are you here to help me or hinder me?”

“Help.”

“You see, in battle I have inordinate courage. I can do anything. But with women, my whole life I’ve been useless, silent, I’m… what’s that word for when you’re bad at expressing yourself?”

“Inarticulate.”

“That’s it!”

Cyrano rolled his eyes at the irony of his statement. A connection not made by the young man himself.

“I can’t express what I feel.. On paper and not on paper. I don’t know how to speak romantically. Julia will be extremely disappointed.”

“She must not be.”

“But I have no wit!”

“Borrow mine,” Cyrano responds without thinking.

“What?”

“My words on your lips.”

“I can’t. It’s a lie. I’d be deceiving the woman I love.”

You have no idea. Cyrano thought. “Well it’s better than losing her. Call it a fantasy, a dream, call it pretend. A dream might be a lie but it is also true.”

“Wait.. what?”

“Sometimes illusion is kind.”

“Is it?”

“Often! Read a book or two and you’ll find out.”

“There’s no need to be patronizing.”

“Sorry,” Cyrano replied, quickly rescinding his comment.

“Accepted, but will the deceit work?”

“Is the prize not worth the risk?”

“Yes,” Christian said swooningly. “Ohh Julia.”

“Ohh Roxanne,” Christian looked over at him, confused. “Will.. be.. So pleased to hear that you’ll write to her sister.”

“May I ask,” Christian began after a moment. “Why are you helping me? What can you gain?”

“I am a poet,” he replied simply. “My words go to waste unless spoken aloud. I’ll make you eloquent while you make me handsome.” Cyrano pulled a folded piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to Christian. The letter he had most recently written for Roxanne. “Use this. Simply sign at the bottom.”

“Great! When did you write it?”

“A while ago.”

“But…”

“I always have a letter in my pocket for… some imaginary woman. It’s the romantic custom here.” The lie came easily.

“But don’t we need to make it specific to her?”

“Count on vanity to make Rox- Julia think it was only for her.”

“But the letter itself is applicable to all women?”

“Not all, but most.”

“What a brilliant scam! You should make thousands of copies and sell them to every man in the city. You’d make a fortune!”

With that, Christian hurled himself towards Cyrano and gave him a hug.

“I’m convinced we’re destined to be friends for life!”

“You think?”

“The very best of friends!” Christian began to turn away to deliver “his” letter to “Julia” but Cyrano quickly stopped him.

“Wait!”

“What?”

“Perhaps I should deliver this first one?” He suggested with a nervous chuckle. “You know, women. Julia’s nerves would probably get the better of her with a sudden delivery such as this but may be more open coming from a friend.”

“Good idea,” Christian nodded. “Ever the wise man.”

Christian handed the letter back to Cyrano and gave him one last smile before nearly skipping away in glee. Looking forward to what the future would bring.

“Cyrano?” Julia asked, surprised seeing the man standing at her doorstep breathless. She dare not let herself believe it was any more than a social call. “What are you doing here?”

“I need your help,” he replied simply, stepping past the girl into her home. “Roxanne is in love.”

“With Christian,” Julia finished with a nod and a slight chuckle. “I know, I was there.”

“But he does not love her back.”

“What? That’s impossible.”

“Weirder things have happened.”

“But I was there that night. I saw the connection between them. The spark in their eyes. I watched their love blossom.”

“He was looking at you,” Cyrano groaned.

Julia froze. Her eyes went wide as she stared off into nothing, not able to believe what was being said to her.

“Me?”

“You.”

“But I-”

“Yeah.”

“And he..”

“I agree.”

“But Roxanne-”

“I know.”

“It’s impossible!”

“It is true.”

“But I am not the desirable one out of my sister and I. Roxanne gets the attention, I get to judge the young men pursuing her from afar.”

“That practice seems to be over.”

Julia huffed her breath and sat plopped down onto her faint count.

“If I didn’t know any better I’d think you a child who just got put in time out,” Cyrano chuckled, watching the pout on her lips grow as he mad his way to sit next to her. “Don’t fret, I have a plan.”

“A plan?” she repeated with a scoff. “A plan for what? How I can break the news to Roxanne and completely rip out her heart?”

“No, a-” Julia interrupted before he could continue.

“A plan on how to tell my sister ‘Surprise! I’m the one your man wants, not you.’”

“If you’d j-”

“A plan to break her heart telling her that the only man she’s ever loved doesn’t love her?”

“No need to rub it in,” Cyrano chuckled at the reminder that Roxanne didn’t love him.

“Sorry.”

“It’s alright, I need to accept my losses. Move on.”

“Tell me about your plan. What it entails.”

“A way to make Roxanne and Christian both happy.”

“You mean I act like a fool until Christian decides he doesn’t actually love me all the while pushing him in her direction to divert his attentions?”

“Not quite.”

“What then?” Cyrano held up the letter to Roxanne. “What’s this?”

“A letter. Christian wrote it for Roxanne.”

“But why would he-?”

“He didn’t. I did.”

“You?”

“Yes. Christian and I have arranged for me to write him letters to give to… well… you. But rather than give them to you we pass them forward to Roxanne.”

“So we’re lying to her?”

“No more lying than would be done if I had simply delivered this letter to you.”

“Well that’s not the same thing.”

“And why not?”

“Because he does not love her! We’re filling her with false hope. What happens when they want to see one another in person?”

“We will figure that out together when it comes to that.”

Julia sighed as she threw her head back, laying down onto her couch as she thought. On the one hand, this was wrong. Lying to both her own sister and the man who she loves. The man that loves Julia herself. No matter how ridiculous it sounded. On the other hand… Roxanne would be happy. If she remain none the wiser, she would be believing the man she loves loves her back. That he was indeed an intelligent man and could provide the most beautiful of love letters. It was Cyrano’s writing afterall. That in itself was another positive aspect. Julia got to read love letters from the man himself. Sure they’d be about Roxanne, but her imagination would be enough to get her through.

“Okay,” she sighed after a few moments of silence.

Cyrano couldn’t believe his ears. He thought surely it would take more convincing. “Okay?” he repeated.

“Okay. I will help you fool my sister. It’s for her greater good afterall.”

“Really?”

Julia smile at the way his face lit up in excitement. It was similar to the way she saw his eyes sparkle when Roxanne told him of being in love. One she used to only dream of being responsible for putting on his face.

“Really,” she laughed.

Not a moment passed before Cyrano pulled he girl into an embrace, Julia quickly began trying to will her face to turn back from the many shades of scarlet it became. “Thank you!” he elated. “You will not regret this, I promise. It’s the best course of action for us all.”

And with that, he got up and began o get up, setting the ready letter onto the end table besides them.

“If this goes sideways I’m telling Roxanne you threatened me into compliance,” Julia called behind him.

Cyrano turned around as he continued backing to the door. “And I will disclose to her the way that you were indeed the mastermind behind the whole thing,” he finished with a small smirk, standing in the doorframe.

“And who do you think she’ll believe?”

“The one who didn’t steal her favorite knitted sweater as children.”

Julia gasped as she grabbed a pillow from her sofa and threw it as hard as she could in his direction.

“Until tomorrow, Julia,” Cyrano said with a laugh and a slight mocked bow, retreating through the door and closing it behind him.

“Until tomorrow.”

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Sixty Eight. Part 2

Leaning against the side as I left the bathroom, squinting my eyes at Robyn. I know she isn’t calling Rylee at this time of night, it’s like one in the morning over there, why would she do that. I am so confused by this woman because why, she is mad over the marriage comment. I wasn’t even mad because I know how slow Oakley is, he isn’t going to make a movement until he wants too, she could be thirty by the time he does, maybe, you never know really. Love can make you do things, I was going to tell her to put the phone down, but she picked up “hi mom, is everything ok?” she has the phone on speaker, she is so wrong because you can tell she was asleep in her voice “yeah, I was checking on you. Were you asleep?” she asked, Robyn turned to me and saw me just glaring at her “I got out of bed to put Aziel in his own bed, and I just got back in bed to go back to sleep but then you were ringing so I picked up, is everything ok? People only call at night if something is wrong so that is why I picked up” she is a bitch at times “what is it?” they are asleep, what is she playing at “it’s ok, go back to sleep just my mom” Rylee said to Oakley “check if you’re ok, why is he back in your apartment Rylee? Did he earn that” shaking my head “put the phone down Robyn, stop acting stupid” I said walking towards her “because it’s better then he stays in a hotel, it’s stupid. We are together anyways mom” she said “right and this marriage business, what is that” she is a psycho “oh” she laughed “mom that is nothing, the only thing he going to do is just suffocate me while I sleep, it’s just a conversation that everyone knows about now, it’s stupid. I will be unmarried don’t worry” I am pissed with her “well keep it that way and speak to me when and if that happens, he speaks to us first” the line went silent “ok” she just said, “I will let you sleep, goodnight” she put the phone down, Robyn is crazy “you cannot dictate people, you cannot dictate when or how they get married you are fucking crazy!” I shouted “I needed to hear it from her that she fucking won’t do it which further proves he is useless, he took my daughter! My classy daughter out to Costco and laughed like a joke of it, I am sending him a message and saying to him to fix up” snatching her phone “you do not get involved, it’s their relationship so I fucking mean it” I spat.

Robyn is so invested in Rylee life it makes me angry “you know what I am going to say it but what you said at the restaurant was rude and nasty because I have been in that position with you and even more, so our kids know that, they know I had not much and you had it all, it made me feel like shit. I fucked up so much with you, I made you feel like shit so I can make myself feel better. Going to Barbados on your dime and your family looking at me like a piece of shit because you was making all the money, I hated it. My three daughters saw that, they grew up in that environment and saw what I went through, and you know what, I applaud them girls to not make another man feel like that, but you! I want you to leave them alone, if he wants to take her Costco then let him!” I barked “it’s for Rylee to deal with, it’s for her to say no I don’t like it. Not mother texting him and saying it, you stop it. I am so serious, I want you to apologise for calling her at that time, I am so mad with you Robyn. Why would you do that? If she wants to marry him then she can! Happiness isn’t fucking money Robyn. You really hurt me today, you sounded just like that mother of yours, talking about I tolerate him. They know you don’t like it so they tell me, not you. I tell you, it’s sad they can’t speak to you because you’re that much of a bitch, the quicker you accept that boy, the better it will be” Robyn mean mugged me, she can do it all she wants “so you see yourself in him and this is where the soft spot comes from, he slept with your daughter under age too” shaking my head walking off, she wants me to be her “what do you want me to do? Beat his ass?” I asked “just be realistic, I don’t think they love each other, and we can navigate them away. After hearing that I don’t want them together. He was interested in her at a young age, and she stook to it, it makes me sad that she is a baby mother, she is making home and being a baby mother, that’s it” I give up with her.

I don’t even want to argue with Robyn so I will try and speak to her nicely “so now because of this coming out, you feel this way?” she nodded her head “that is fine, you’re ok to feel that way Robyn but all I am saying is that if you lose her then it’s on you, I am not going to get involved. I think you’re going to make a mistake. Your tolerance is going to run low and explode and it’s going to hurt a lot of people. You need to vent and let it out” I am being calm, I don’t want us to argue “he slept with my daughter at seventeen, then he got her pregnant barely hitting adult age! How you think I feel! I feel like shit! She wasn’t supposed to be this Chris! A mother in London, I don’t like it. It hurts me, she was supposed to be someone so much better, and I see her just chasing Aziel, missing out on her youth, she could have lived life and done what she wanted. I hate it” nodding my head “I am not upset with Aziel, it’s not his fault and I love him a lot but her being a mother was not on my list of her to do, maybe drugs, partying, drinking. She is embodying him, watching her at parties, she doesn’t drink, she is becoming him, and he is boring, he isn’t a fucking good person. Imagine Aziel finding out his dad preyed on her” I sighed out heavily “your mother really getting at you, look. Your disappointment for Rylee seems through, you wanted to live through Rylee clearly, you wanted her to live the life you couldn’t because you was working for your family, but Robyn. She isn’t you; I am so serious. She is not you, she looks like you, but she isn’t you, if we being real she is a better you and how you’re acting is disgusting. You will never know Oakley for him, I did. And you will never get it, and never will. So we will just leave it as that ok?” I don’t want to know “ok but we both agree, Taylan don’t come, Oakley doesn’t either” I didn’t reply I just walked off, what can I say. I guess it will have to be that, Taylan can choke. Just because he paid off the bills and the house doesn’t make him the man, they just think he is the man because of that and it makes me laugh, it’s not realistic at all but what can I say, my wife is deluded at times.

Me and Aziel still got beef, he really did me wrong by doing what he did with my makeup. He is wanting to get out of the high chair, and I refuse to let him “I am eating” he pointed at me “mommy eat!” He whined out “yes I’m eating” I scoffed “was it me or did you speak to someone in the middle of the night?” Oakley slept so long, like we fell asleep about ten when Aziel did and he slept through and it’s ten in the morning now “don’t get him out of that but yeah it was my mother, she called” Aziel is going to hate me today “give him Apple please, look dad get you that. Be good” he mean mugged me “alright, why she called? Is everything ok with your family” he asked “erm well she called me to speak on this marriage thing, I can’t believe our personal discussion is out there. I just told her it was just a talk, nothing big but then she called again you know, and it just annoyed me a little and she said I’m being stupid to bring up a conversation and it’s crack speaking, my mother called me a crackhead? Like say what, I never touched a thing unlike her, but it seems like she is holding a hate towards you again” looking behind me, Oakley sighed out “serious” he mumbled “yeah, just like stay away from her for a while. I told you about staying away from people, I feel their spirit and look at Taylan, then she spoke on how I should put my foot down with you, not everything is a joke. I should be mad that you did that Costco thing, and the Nessa interview was a mess” I stopped talking because it looks like I’m making him mad “I’m me, like I don’t change up like that Rylee. Just jarring really isn’t it, like your mom was nice now she isn’t to me. She said you can do better yeah” he looked at me “I see the comments, social media isn’t a good place, and I peeped all the comments about it, what you doing with me. All this stuff, and the video yesterday like they posted it, shade room. And they said things like idiot is going to lose her, he isn’t funny, broke ass. He doesn’t love her; he loves her name. So I see it, so I can imagine what your mother is saying, I wouldn’t want me for a son in law, I get it” watching him walk towards Aziel with cut up apples “does that upset you?” I asked but he didn’t say anything, he just remained silent but that alone spoke many words.

Oakley is not happy, and I hate that “talk to me please, did that upset you?” I want him to just say it “public and social media doesn’t upset and never will, they are not my life but just shit. Like I thought we got through this and now we back to your mom hating me and then it makes it awkward really, it’s just shit really isn’t it” licking my lips staring at him “did it upset you that I did that?” He asked me “no it didn’t upset me; nothing really upsets me with you. I am with you because I fell for you as you are and if you changed that then it’s not you, my mom is pushy and bossy, she is now hating you again, but I don’t hate you. She will get over it, you’re not even that. Like I see the girls wanting you always” he laughed, he looked up at me “so your mom called for that at night?” Nodding my head “fuck it Lee, like nothing else matters. I got you; I am just fed up. Just drama all the time, maybe I shouldn’t have come back to your apartment huh” he chuckled “no I wanted you to come back because I don’t trust those gang people or whatever, Kairo knowing you was in that hotel, he knew where you was and could easily do what you did to him, I wanted you here for your safety and to rest my mind” I corrected him “and because you love me?” He smiled “that too, it’s just a shame. Like with everything but honestly when it comes to us, nobody will change my mind on you. Only person will do that is you” I said “I apologise if I did upset you about the Costco thing, like yeah. But what did your mother say about the Nessa interview” I shook my head “not much” I mumbled “I love you Lee, I really do and half the things I done did I would never do it for just anyone” smiling at him, I wouldn’t tell him that my mother said that she thinks he could have cancer with how he looks, that’s the only thing that hurt me out of it all but whatever “why do you look sad?” He asked “I’m sad I lost out on a lot of makeup” he looked at Aziel “let’s go to get more what you saying? My treat” I cooed out “after we see the house?” He nodded his head silently smiling, he’s so cute and I love him for him, so I don’t care what mother has to say even if she says I am losing my mind.

Walking into the entrance, there is a couch in the middle of the reception “I want it” I said it without even thinking twice, looking at Oakley “Lee” he said to me “this is my dream Oakley, this is it. Like I know it, I know what I want, I want this. The other homes aren’t it; this is it. it’s perfect” James smiled, the agent looks like he already knows he got a catch “this property has had a lot of interest you know” looking at Oakley “see” Oakley is on the fence about it, this is the last property and the most expensive they found us “the second was good you know” I pulled a face “the neighbours were too close and no, this is nice. Come on” Oakley cleared his throat “how about I speak on the property, as you can see a beautiful grande entrance. It speaks volumes already. The substantial detached house has been finished to an exceptional standard throughout with good volumes and tasteful design throughout. You have benefits from a double garage, off-street parking for several cars, a large private garden, leisure facilities and an internal lift” he pointed, I am sold but he isn’t “the ground floor alone is reception hall, kitchen/breakfast room, dining room, drawing room, family room, study, guest cloakroom, garage, utility room and boot room. That is just the ground floor alone, then we have the first floor. Galleried landing, principle bedroom suite with two dressing rooms one for the lady and for you” I grinned, that is perfect for me “four further bedroom suites, two balconies and a separate self-contained suite with bedroom, shower room, living room and kitchenette” looking at Oakley “damn, that is a lot though” he said “not finished just yet, we have the lower ground floor. Swimming pool, gym, changing room, shower room, entertainment/ games room, cinema, study, wine cellar, and three plant rooms, if you like that” Oakley laughed “my weed man will like that” rolling my eyes “state of the art security, electric gates that are assigned to you, keys in pocket, gate will sensor and open. If the person has no key, no open gate no entry” I am smiling so hard right now, this is perfect.

I am so happy with this home; how can I not be happy. This is a home that I can live in forever “Oakley, don’t you see this being our forever home? Like this is it? Think about it” he looks stressed and I’m happy “fourteen million Lee” he looked at me “four million difference from the budget we going to use, Oakley. Listen to me” I said to him “come to me” holding my hand out to him “forever home, what if you change your mind” he said to me, holding his hands in mine “why would I? I mean ok you’re a little slow, you sometimes piss me off with silly things, but nobody is perfect and honestly. I don’t think we can be anyone else’s, like I am loud and annoying and you’re quiet and awkward but we both bring out the best of each other, you’re a working progress. I push you a lot I get it, I think your mother hated that I’m taking her son from her, but you was never hers, she didn’t care. But like listen to me, let me add on the extra four and it will be ok” he shook his head “no hear me out, you can’t close me off and not listen. Let me put that in, and you for the foreseeable time, you pay for all the household bills, we can do it that way. I have the money to do this, I can do it. Yeah, you give the five and I will do the rest, Oakley I have plans, things will be ok for us. We have a home and it’s something that I’m happy with, we will be happy and safe. And then when we are ready we can fill the house with one more child” if I have to talk him to death then I will “I love you, and I believe in us. I have a plan, and you have your album coming out. You will be making money, so will I. Trust me on this, I believe in us, and I need you too” he nodded his head “I do, you know I do” he said “then let’s buy this home, our home. Let people hate us, they not us with a five bedroom house in north” he smiled “you deserve a home too Oakley not just your mother” he clenched his jaw and hugged me, resting his head on my shoulder “I ain’t never had peace in a home” he mumbled “I know Oakley, and you bought that home. This is our home now lovey, nobody going to kick you out unless you cheat” he laughed “nah, never. You give me enough sex” he lifted his head up “I do?” He grinned “that shy sex, that can we do this sex” I scoffed “and you never judge me” he shook his head “why would I, but yeah. I guess you got your heart in it. And if you are happy, that makes me happy. I guess we getting this” I clapped my hands giggling, grabbing his face “I love you so much” kissing his lips “now it’s love you so much, huh. I see how it is” this is going to be the best thing and I’m so excited.

Twirling his hair between my fingers as he ate “you think Wadz is ok with Aziel?” Just came to mind “erm, he will be fine, he would have called if not” Oakley is trying to eat and I am here harassing him, I only had chicken strips and ate them so quickly “be real with me, has your mom and dad not even tried to contact you?” I find that bizarre they haven’t like his brother “erm” he looked at me “no not really, they can live without me, I live without them. It’s been that way, I think the way they started to care was because of Aziel, I do believe they did care for him a lot” pulling a face “how would you feel if I asked for you to kick them out?” leaving his hair alone “leave them to it, I rather not do that. I heard that my nan lives there now, she is unwell or something. But that was from my cousin, she is the only person to speak to me” letting out an oh “do you trust her?” he nodded his head “she is the mixed race girl you met, you know the one you met. She and I always kept in contact. She is the one that made Aziel cake that time” least it’s something “well it would be nice to see her again, why not? When we move though, be nice. Does she not think your mom is racist?” passing him a napkin, he is such a mess “she does, I just never get why I got the hate, if my dad is a dickhead then how is it me, like the whole calling police on me, just shit. Like it’s not my fault my dad didn’t believe in marriage, just whatever I guess” he shrugged “and you do?” I laughed “I don’t, I think it’s a delusion” pushing his head lightly “I swear” he laughed “I think erm, like Wadz said if it’s the right one then yeah but that wasn’t my fault, I think she probably hate me for being born but like loved Juke, dumb. Like the dumb names she chose for us” I cooed “but I love Oakley, I have grown used to it. I remember first hearing it and you was like Oakley and then Neil and then these damn letters and then your surname to top it off. You know my mom engraved Fenty into us, you have to have Fenty too” he frowned at me “no, that is weird. For a person that don’t like me, nope. She can keep Fenty, and I will keep mine” I would never push that on him, ever “be glad Aziel got that in it, anyways ready for shopping? Bossman chicken be bussing every time” him and his chicken shop friend.

Looking at Oakley smiling “what’s funny?” he asked me, he has patience because I have been annoying this concierge for an hour with things and makeup too “can I get a bag too?” I asked and he shrugged “whatever, just hurry up because this is long” I grinned “let me tell her to get me the most expensive bag” he rolled his eyes “do you remember this place?” I smiled “mhmmm I do, and you stressed me out that day too. Christmas present, of course I remember” that makes me so happy he does “ok you got me, I was ready to cuss you” he winked at me “nope, I remember. I was thinking yeah, Fenty Beauty out, you don’t have any left” I shushed him “stop it” he turned his phone to me “what is that, squinting my eyes “you didn’t, look at my stupid face” I laughed looking away from him “sorry, I wanted to also look at bags once you done that” I asked the concierge “of course” she smiled “idiot, the caption too” I giggled “was that shade to my mom?” I questioned “I am just saying, like you can’t just jump on the Nessa interview, they don’t know me” he needs to not “right, that is fine but please. Don’t do no shady posts, please. Remember my dad gets on with you, that is minor because every one is saying how you was but I know that upset you about my mom” I need him to not do it though, like my mom deserves it because she has said pretty hurtful things I didn’t want to hear, and I am not speaking to her now, once again, I told her to not phone me again “thank you though, for this. You didn’t have to pay for it” he really didn’t “makes you happy init” I am happy, a new house and new makeup, I can’t even be upset.

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Odious Pilot

『I knew that,

Not all people are born with quirks

Even at a young age, I've seen countless quirkless beings being discriminated against for that very reason, and vice versa for us quirk beings.』

"She has a villain quirk!"

"What a shame, to think I was friends with them."

"Stay away from them or something might bad happen to ya'. "

"I hear their parents don't even like them."

I just huffed at their comments, it was like any other day in kindergarten. 'All of them are just of meanies!' I sighed, playing with the building blocks in the corner with my brother. "N-Nee-san..." I looked up to see my twin sobbing, I felt really pity us. Just because my quirk look villainous doesn't mean that they needed to be mean to my twin. "It's alright, don't cry, Yōsuke. I'm always here for ya' okay." I said with forced smile trying to be brave for us. After all that's how the oldest should act, to protect their family and their siblings.

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"Which one are we going to, Yōsuke?"

"Yuuei High school!"

"—And which course are we taking?"

"The hero course!"

I could only sigh and deadpanned to the side. "Yes...... of course. We are both going into the hero course...", I let out another sigh before fixing my slumped pose.

"Man, I really wished I didn't have to do it. I really wanted to go to the Department of Support."

"But our parents didn't force you, they wanted you to choose. Even though they both really wanted us to go into the Hero Department they wanted us to follow our dreams." Chimed Yōsuke getting up from the floor to calm me down. "I know that! But I feel bad not going there for them, even though I despise Mother. I know they just want the best for us.. But it's hard to decide."

"Nee-san, your being indecisive again, like always, you can't make up your mind and ask people for their recommendation and hold them above your own dreams." I scoffed at my twin, who was now helping sewing back and eye to Lana's plush. "Just tell them how you feel, maybe that can help you decide."

"No I can't, I just have to uphold their decision they indirectly made for me. It probably won't be so bad... Hopefully." I said with a semi-gloom aura on me. "Oh right, it's almost time for the trials to start, wanna head out now to see Uncle Hizashi."

"Uncle Hizashi!?" Shouted the little twins, bouncing around and wanting to go with us. "Sorry Lana, Harper. This isn't for kids, you have to wait okay. I know Uncle Hizashi would be happy to see you both later someday, okay?" And a sad pout on their faces, they nodded. "Good, now stay here and protect the house from bad guys with Mother, okay?!" Closing the door swiftly before making our escape to UA to take the Hero Department exams.

Walking to our destination was short being that our home was relatively close to the school being that our papa wanting us to have a close walk to the school. "Man, I wish we could've stop by the 7-11 store before this. I forgot that we haven't had breakfast yet. Oh well as long as we have some sugar into us. I don't think we'll collapse from overus-AGe!"

My voiced cracked as I collided with something behind, wobble a bit to regain my balance. "Ah shit, what was - Denki?!". The boy perked up from hearing his first name being called. "[Name]?, Oh shit Yōsuke, [Name]! Wassup I haven't seen ya since a few years back." The unexpected reunion with an old childhood friend not something on our bingo card. We were surprised see him once more, that we instantly went chatting with him on our way to the entrance exam of Yuuei. "Man it really has been long, I see that you finally got a new haircut. I never liked that old haircut of yours, it plain even for you Mr."

"Hey cut me some slack okay. It wasn't my best choice okay. But you two are here for the hero entrance exam too?" We both nodded at him, "Yup not my first choice, but you know how useless I am making choices."

"As always, you never like being in the spotlight and liked to tinker away in your old bedroom, wanting to support heroes behind the curtain call."

"Haha, Asshole. Fair and true. But I never expected you trying to get into the Hero Dept. You know how fried your brain would be, I still can't get over the dumpy face of yours." I snickered aloud.

"Hey stop bullying me."

"It not though!"

"It totally is Nee-san/ [Name]."

"Argh, you guys are no fun..!"

The chat was shorten since we arrived to the gates of Yuuei. Looking around the place was many students hoping to get into the most prestigious school that Japan had to offer. "We should go in now. I'll meet you guys in the auditorium, I just need to do something okay."

Waving bye to them, I sprinted off into the school. "Let go inside and wait for Present Mic to show up." Suggested Yōsuke which Denki nodded, heading into the building as well. "Talk about prestigious, man this school is amazing." Praised Denki see the building for the first time both inside and out.

"Yup its pretty impressive, yet it can also be dangerous at time." Hinted Yōsuke pointing a the attending students who was wondering around the halls during entrance exam day. " We might have to face them one day later during the school year."

Which made Denki shiver in fear, "Com' on stop scarring me. Not cool dude."

"Hehe~"

"Oh hey guys, I thought you'd be at the auditorium already. I already finished up everything I needed to do. So let's go!" I said gesturing to come along and hurry. See me run towards the auditorium, they sprinted to catch up to me.

The auditorium wasn't full yet so we took seats next to each other to continue chatting a bit more. "Okay let me guess.... your think.... about food."

"Augh! How did you know!"

"Dude I've known you two for a long time. So, I brought this with me just incase." Said Denki before pulling out a box filled with some sweet. "Aw Denk! You do care for us."

"Of course I do! Hell, I remember that time when you two passed out on the field that day! Do you know scary it was seeing you two getting take to the hospital and not see you for a week."

"Hehe sorry about that.."

"Sorry my ass..! Well you guys better eat because I don't want to worry about you two later. I want to hang out with guys and catch up, okay."

Munching on the sweets he brought for us, the auditorium slowly filled up with more and more participants. "Ah it's about to start." Said Yōsuke as he vaporized the trash we had from the sweets. I started to doze off immediately before snapping out of it hearing a a familiar and booming voice.

"Hey one and all to my live show! Everybody say 'HEEEEEY!' " The crowd stood silent but us two "HEEEEY!" Both me and twin greeted him with his request. "I see I have some enthusiasts here! Thank you!"

"Now pay close attention, listeners! We'll be testing your Mettle by running a ten minutes practice run at our replica City-district! You can take whatever you like. Everyone gather at the designated meeting area after the presentation, ya dig?" Both of us chuckled at our Uncle's spontaneous vibe today. Filtering a bit in and out of the lecture it was finally time to head to designated locations.

"Looks like I'm C"

"F for me"

"G is it."

"Let's meet up at the front gates after this. Good luck you two and don't faint on me."

"Hey, same to you durp face, hehe!" We wave goodbye for now and heading to our spots. I sighed to myself just spotted the damn letter on the door right in front of me. "Well that's good at least I'm not lost. There so may people here huh? Impressive." I walked around a bit see all the participants gather around small little groups. "I should go up ahead and leave them in their world."

"Go Plus Ultra they say, and here I am.. great..." I sighed once more before hearing the doors open. I immediately sprinted into the doors cracks as they slowly opened it. Bots were everywhere, I sped up to one of my victims. Black and red tentacles appeared on my back and pierced the robot, "Good, three points. I should hurry up now before I fail." I lifted myself up and started to attack the robots that were in front of me.

Everyone already noticed that I was ahead and run straight into the battle field. "They already wasted a bit of time. I should hurry. " I said grabbing ahold of two, 2-point robots and smashing them in together. "A hoard of robots here!" I ran towards them and slammed my tentacles on the ground making the ground crack underneath them. "Time for murder!" I cheerfully said with a smile and before taking them all.

I could hear protest behind me, "Hey leave some for us!" "Yeah!" "We want to get in." I gave them a raspberry before propelling my self off the ground and sent another shock wave to notify other robots in the vicinity.

Dust cleared from my vision to see another hoard of Robots coming to us participants. "Just like meat to a pack of hungry hyenas. " I compared it too see them all bashing and destroying. It was apparently obvious that taking points weren't off the table as well. Piercing another 3 point robots. It was sometime before I felt vibrating underneath my heels.

The ground began to crack before opening underneath us. My body was shaking from the earthquake underneath us. I could only assume that the last remaining minute we would have to survive the giant robot.

"The big robot is here!"

The screams and shouts of children as they fled the scene to avoid the 0-point robot. "Actually this could be good practice for me. " I stretch myself before attaching myself to the robots. I started to climb it up rapidly, dodge it slow attack and hook up myself up to it's hands. "Regardless of worth, it can be a great toy to break." I huffed breaking a small piece of it's fingers and swiftly advancing to it head. It wasn't long before I pushed myself into the air high enough to be somewhat eye-level to the robot.

"Time to rest now!" I said throwing the giant yet small chunk of its finger to its head. The robot start to malfunction and it was now inactive.

I, on the other hand, was now falling from a great height. I felt the wind behind me, soothing my soul before curling up and enveloped myself in my tentacles making a ball that cushion my fall. But the worse part about it, is that it made me roll and bit before I undoing the ball. "Ahh, shit I feel dizzy"

My eyes turned into swirls before hearing tapping sounds. "Is everyone alright."

"Here have some candy. " "ah... thank you?"

"Oh its Recovery girl!"

"Oh, they even have a pro healer in staff, UA is exceeding my expectations even more. "

I felt a cool bag against my face. "Hey Ms. Recovery girl." I said with a weak smile on my face. "Goodness, here, have bag, you most definitely need it, youngster" I slowly got up and I was handed a bag of gummy bears. "Thanks a lot for this Recovery girl."

"Yes yes, now if there any injuries here, please go the infirmary, so I can treat you there."

Sighing for the the 5th time this day I went ahead and waited at the gates for them. It was already afternoon and I saw them. "Hey yo- BAHAHAHAH! Denki are you okay?!" I laughed a him see his durpy face and act. "Yeah his fine, just let me charge him up" Yōsuke grabbing the charger in Denki's bag and summon Fufu, a electric bunny creature that entirely made up by lightning, he gave the end to Fufu and plugs the other end into Denki's mouth.

We waited for a few minutes before Denki was back to normal. "Ah, thanks Fufu for the recharge!" Thanked Denki as Fufu disappeared from our view. We went ahead and went to the Cafe that Denki wanted to try out. It was a solid 5/10 wasn't bad but it wasn't good either for us twins, but Denki said that it was delicious. In which we reply with " It wasn't that great, Denki or many it's because our Hispanic side to use to more seasoned foods then here..."

We exchanged contact information before waving goodbye to him to head home for the evening. We climb and hopped over the fence of our home and continued to walk the long driveway to our house.

We greeted by our mother and the twins. "Hello, children, how was the exams for Yuuei? Hopefully not to tough." She said trying to hug us, Yōsuke lets her, but I stepped back from her hug. "It went fine as usual, now I'm gonna cook dinner for us six now. Hopefully Papa will be here before the sunsets. "

Peering out through the tall glass windows, the colors started to mix with each other before see some dark blue in the sky. "Yup I should start now."

We waited someday now, but our Papa told us that it will be soon. On the second day after exams, a packed envelopes came in with our names on it. "Nee-San Nii-Chan, the envelope arrived!" Scream the twins carry a bulky envelope to us. They sat in our laps to see our results. "Ah is thing on? Hopefully so!"

It was Papa on the hologram. "Hello my beloved children! Please excuse the laten-!"

"Just get on with papa.." we all deadpanned at hologram, seeing him ramble on a bit. "Right! I guess we'll be seeing each other more often, since it's been decided that I'll be work at Yuuei now!"

Our eyes widen in surprise here Papa will be working at the school we'll be attending in a few months. "Can you fix Camera 2, it a bit wanky... I'm in the middle of tell my children something important... We'll fix it the post? Ah, all right, that works."

"Now on for the results.... BOTH OF YOU PASS! Being that as a Father to both of you, I feel extremely proud of you both! Not only you two man-! Ah, what I have to make this quick? Ah, alright. In short [Name] you placed 1st while Yōsuke has been placed at 3rd. Congratulations, both of you. You two are now Yuuei Students!"

"Welcome to Yuuei, [Name] and Yōsuke!"

The hologram ended with a dry climax, but we were both happy for each other. Lana and Harper were bouncing around and celebrating our acceptance letters. Telling Mother the news, with our Papa doing his flashy entrance. We held a small yet meaningful celebration for the both of us for being accepted in Yuuei.

✎﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏

↬💬 : [Name] Was Born Fed 2

↬💬 : Yōsuke was Born March 2

↬✎ : They still considered twins due to them being born in the same year [Irish Twins]

↬💬 : [Name]'s quirk name :: Kura-cauda Dueler

↬💬 : Yōsuke' quirk name :: Solitaire Parade

↬💬 : They're half America and half Salvadoran

↬💬 : [Name]'s main color is Red while their brother is Yellow

↬💬 :[Name]'s Eng VA headcanon : Natalie Van Sistine

↬💬 :Yōsuke's VA Eng headcanon : Bryson Baugus

No. Edit- This is my first post on here on Tumblr. Still getting used to the format of writing a story here. Also, I'm rewriting my first-ever fanfic from 2016-ish. I used to write it on Quotev, I trashed the account and moved to Wattpad and now Tumblr since wattpad is dry as hell. Also just letting you that this is just a pilot. I'm still trying to fix and remake it. This isn't the official thing yet so... yeah....

#my hero academia #bnha x reader #fanfic

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The Grumpy Jerk (KawaSara Fanfiction) by bunnyblahblah

Anime » Boruto: Naruto Next Generations Rated: K, English, Romance & Drama, [Sarada U., Kawaki] [Boruto U., Sumire K.], Words: 134k+, Favs: 11, Follows: 12, Published: Jun 22, 2021 Updated: Dec 6, 2021

7Chapter 1

Hey there readers! I'm back for a new fanfiction. Here are some things you need to keep in mind before reading.

This story is written in an alternate universe setting. Expect some modern and typically different settings from the Boruto series.

If you are a hardcore shipper of BoruSara, KawaSumi, and other ships that involved Sarada and Kawaki, this isn't for you. In other words, you shouldn't read this story. I don't want unnecessary drama on the reviews, but if you are open-minded and like to see the other side, then it is still up to you to continue scrolling the pages.

And to all my fellow KawaSara shippers, this is for you. Enjoy and thank you for checking this out.

Sending love to you all. Keep healthy and safe people!

Love,

bunnyblahblah

"I will do anything for the sake of my child even if it will cost my own life."

The man moves in front of a boy who is beaten up by some mafia guys. The gangster-like man points a gun at the man who is protecting his child.

"Father, that's enough! You better run awa-"

"No son, you know I'm not going to do that," the man shouts.

The boy's eyes enlarge out of shock.

"Enough with your useless talk! You two will die here anyway," the gangster-like man says. His subordinates laugh at them.

"You bastard!" the man shouts and a gunshot is heard.

(The crowd shouts)

"Father!" the boy yells on top of his lungs.

His father was shot in the arm. He is bleeding.

"Father! Father are you okay?" the boy cries.

The gangster-like man laughs evilly.

"You assholes!"

Out of nowhere, a man with a mask appears and effortlessly kicks the villains' butts.

(The crowd giggles)

"Who the hell are you?" the gangster man asks in horror pointing the gun at the masked man.

"There's no need to introduce myself to useless criminals like you," the masked man punches and kicks the gangster-like man until he lies unconsciously on the ground.

A patrol car sound can be heard approaching the scene.

The masked man is about to leave the father and his son when the son calls to him.

"Wait..." the boy utters. He turns to face him.

"What's the matter?" he asks him.

"Thank you for saving us and by the way, who are you?" the boy asks his name.

"No need to thank me. It's my responsibility to help those in need. And for my name..." he pauses.

"I'm the superhero of the world," he replies and flies away.

The boy watches him as he flies away and completely vanishes in his eyes. The cops arrive and help them.

THE END...

The crowd claps as the curtains cover the screen of the movie theater.

"That was a great movie, Sarada," Chocho tells me. She is confused to why I am silent and not responding to her.

"Sarada? Are you okay?" she asks.

She turns to see me. I'm actually crying. I couldn't help my tears from flowing.

"You seem to be so carried away by the movie," Chocho says with an awkward smile.

"Chocho, that was Mr. Martin. I couldn't help myself," I respond to her.

"Let's go and get something to eat I'm hungry," she says and drags me out of the room.

"I really like this shop's burger and drinks," she comments.

"I agree. The burger wants me to keep crying," I remark.

"That's enough Sarada. That's actually weird. The movie has ended already," she tells me. I give her a pout.

"What are your plans this summer?" she asks me.

"That's way too far from now," I say and get another bite from my burger.

"Yes, but I can't stop thinking about it. Maybe I can get a cool or handsome boyfriend by the time," she daydreams.

"Chocho, you're..." I tell her painting a wry smile on my lips.

We're just middle schoolers and she already thinks of having a boyfriend by the summer.

"Shut up! I know you daydream of going out on a date with Boruto," she says and winks.

I can feel my cheeks warm and blush.

"W-What? O-Of course not!" I snap while stuttering.

"Come on, we're best friends for a reason and it's really normal for teenagers like us to daydream about our crush," she explains.

She's very outspoken. She speaks what's on her mind.

"Yeah, I think it's normal but saying it out loud isn't. Maybe Boruto's around and hears us," I say.

"That will be great. You don't need to confess in front of him," she says boldly.

"What?!" I snap.

"Calm down, he's nowhere near us," she says while munching on her food.

"Besides, you need to make a move now. Boruto's very popular among the girls at school. He's the type that every girl dreams about. Smart, cool, responsible..." she brags.

Well, Chocho's right. Boruto's hard to reach I mean he's popular and I am nobody. Although he knows me and we're classmates, I am just a nerdy type that everyone seems to call weird who only likes to read books and watch Mr. Martin's shows and he might think the same way about me.

"But Sarada, you shouldn't give up yet. Boruto may like you in the end who knows?" she tries to make me feel better I know.

"Yeah, I can daydream of that thought every day," I tell her in a sarcastic tone.

"Send him love letters he may like reading them," he suggests.

"What? Are you serious?" I yell.

"Yup. If you can't convey your feelings for someone verbally, then a love letter will do," she tells me.

Chocho really knows a lot about these things I envy her.

I don't have the courage to tell him about my feelings personally and I don't have the courage to write him a love letter either. My social life sucks.

"I don't have the guts to do it," I say while my shoulders drop.

"Come on! You're the smartest girl in the room you should be the most courageous girl as well. Boruto might like girls with a tough heart," she says.

"No, I can't be that girl," I say helplessly looking at the ground.

"Boruto might have feelings for you too," she says.

"How can you say that?" I ask her.

"Maybe because I can tell?" she utters.

"What? And how can you tell?" I ask her again now looking at her face.

I furrow my brows while waiting for her to continue.

She finishes her burger and drinks the last drop of her juice before she speaks to me.

"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it," she reveals.

My irises enlarge. I think my cheeks turn red. Is there really a possibility that Boruto likes me?

"A-Are you sure about that, Chocho?" I can't still believe it.

She nods.

"Stop kidding me, okay? Stop giving me false hopes," I tell her.

"Whatever. It's up to you if you won't believe me. I saw what I saw," she smirks.

I don't want to assume Boruto likes me perhaps Chocho misinterpreted his gesture looking at me. Maybe it just happened that she caught him looking at me sometimes. Well, he stares at everyone.

We wave goodbye at each other. I walk home alone.

"I'm home!" I cheerfully greet.

"Welcome home, Sarada," mom greets me back.

"I'm home, Dad," I bow in front of his picture frame displayed on the shelf.

My dad died in a car accident when I was still a child. I haven't enjoyed his presence for a long time, but I knew in my heart he forever will be here.

Mr. Martin and my dad are actually alike that's why I can say I am his number one fan.

Mr. Martin is an actor. He usually portrays a good father in every show he has. I like all his shows and movies I never missed any of them.

My mom actually knows my admiration for Mr. Martin and I know in my heart that my father will remain as my father and he will never be replaced and that my mom never gets married again.

"How's the movie, honey?" mom asks me when I get close to her.

"It was really good. Mr. Martin never really fails me," I tell her.

"Glad that you liked it," she smiles and gets back to the kitchen.

"Umm..." I murmur.

"By the way, I cooked your favorite," she informs me. My eyes widen when I hear her say it.

"Really?" I giggle. She nods.

I can't help myself and hug mom with happiness that bursts out from my chest.

She smiles at me and tells me to change my clothes and we will dive into dinner.

I go to my bedroom after dinner. I check my books and homework if I left some items unanswered. Glad everything is complete. I read my lessons for tomorrow so I can have an idea about what our teacher is going to discuss. It is my habit to read my lessons ahead and answer some questions before our teacher asks us to do them.

"I feel a bit sleepy now," I murmur.

I fix my things and let my bag rests on the table. I get ready for bed. Before I completely fall asleep I remember what Chocho had said to me.

"I caught him staring at you sometimes without you noticing it..."

Is it really possible that Boruto likes me as well?

I shake my head and scold myself. He's not interested in someone like me I guess.

What if he does?

"Mom, I'm leaving," I tell her.

"Okay honey, good luck at school," she wishes me luck every day.

"Okay, do your job at work too, "I tell her while waving my hand. She is preparing for work too. Now that my dad is gone, my mom needs to get a job to sustain our finances.

I start to take steps forward. I usually walk to school it isn't that far from home and also to have some sort of exercise. Well, walking is a sort of exercise.

"Sarada!" I can clearly see Chocho waving at me at the corner. I run to get faster to her.

"Good morning, Chocho," I pant now gasping for air.

"Good morning, Sarada. You should have not run like that," she tells me.

"I guess so too, it's too early for school. We can make it on time," I respond.

"Yup," she answers while nodding her head.

"So..." she starts. I look at her waiting for her to continue.

"Did you write a love letter for him?" she continues.

I am flustered. My cheeks suddenly turn red I guess.

"Wh-What are you talking about? Of course, I didn't!" I shout.

"You should have written Boruto a love let—" I did not let her finish and cover her mouth.

"Shhh, someone might hear you. It will be very embarrassing if Boruto will know," I whisper on her ear.

"That's actually good news for you."

Goodness! She's too insensitive this time. How could she say that easily?

"Chocho..." I scowl.

"If I were you Sarada, I'll confess to him right away," she says.

"That's not easy," I retaliate.

"It is. I mean you might waste the chance of him liking you too," she tells me.

"Wait, do you know what kind of girl Boruto likes?" I ask in confusion.

"No," her short reply.

"But how could you say such things?" I ask her.

"I don't know maybe I know how it works?" she sounds weird.

"What if he doesn't like me? I mean if I tell him about my feelings he will reject me?" I tell her.

"You'll move on then," she simply says.

How could she say them easily?

"Look Sarada, I think it's not the right time to talk about it," she says then pulls me to run inside the school gates.

As we enter the room, I see someone sitting on my chair.

Who is he?

I walk closer to my desk and stand in front of the boy sitting on my desk.

"Hey excuse me, that's my seat. Can you occupy another vacant seat? That desk belongs to me," I politely tell him.

He coldly stares at me. His stares feel like freezing and they are as sharp as a knife.

He stomps his feet on my desk. I am dumbfounded for a moment, so shocked by what he did.

"Who cares?" he says still giving me his cold stares.

I'm so upset. He is getting into my nerves.

Who the hell is this arrogant guy?

7Chapter 2

"Isn't it being rude sitting on someone else's desk?" I keep myself compose and try not to act childishly.

He keeps his stares at me. Suddenly, a smirk curves his lips.

"Oh, your desk you say?" he says while getting up from the chair.

To my surprise, he stomps his filthy shoe on my desk and now, it is full of dirt.

Everyone in the room is staring at us. I'm surprised that everyone is silent and nobody interrupts us, not even Boruto or Chocho. Maybe they are shocked as well.

"Oh, my apologies I made your desk dirty with my shoe. I stepped on the mud earlier on my way here," he tells me giving me a sarcastic look.

I clench my fist with anger. If punching someone stupid isn't a bad thing, I must have punched this jerk on his ugly face.

Before I could say a word our teacher enters the room and everyone gets to their respective desks.

"Good morning class!" our teacher greets.

"Oh," she utters when she sees both of us standing.

"Seems like our new boy gets along with Sarada already," she remarks.

Wait, what I just heard? This jerk already gets along with me? The teacher doesn't know a thing.

"By the way, before we start the class I would like to introduce to you your new classmate, a transferee from Shoujo High. Come over here, Kawaki and I will introduce you to them," she says.

"Tch," I hear him express his annoyance.

He stands up from hi, no from my chair and I move away to give him space. I still have my clenched fists.

He grabs his bag, walks, and joins our teacher in front.

I sit on my chair and grabs a scratch paper from my bag to clean up the dirt on my desk.

That jerk is spoiling my day already.

Our teacher introduces him to us. I'm not listening to what she says I'm busy cleaning my desk due to his filthy shoe. The only thing I know is he is Kawaki, that grumpy jerk is Kawaki.

"Who is he? He looks so cool."

"I have never seen him here before."

I hear some of the girls gossip about him in the canteen. He is sitting at a table a few meters away from us.

"He is so cool Sarada. Well, not just cool but a dreamy one," she comments.

"Come on not you too, Chocho," I snarl.

"You two seem not on good terms," she adds.

"She's a jerk," I tell her.

"You don't like jerks?" she asks.

"Of course, if the jerk is him," I respond.

"Umm..." she murmurs.

I scowl every time I see him around. That jerk is getting into my nerves. I still haven't forgiven him for what he had done to my desk.

He stood up and leaves the canteen. I could hear the girls giggle after.

"You see that? He looks at me," the girl says to her friend.

So, he has gotten popular in such a short time?

"I think Boruto has a competition with Kawaki as the most popular boy on the campus now," Chocho says and sips on her drink.

"Boruto doesn't need to compete with him though he isn't a jerk," I smirk.

"I wonder who will be this year's Campus' King and Queen," she says while playing with her drink's straw.

Huh? Well, I think Boruto's still on the lead here. Boruto was last year's Campus King and that jerk just got here so he wouldn't get much popularity as what Boruto got.

"Hey, it's Boruto!" someone yells. He enters the canteen with some boys. I could not help myself from looking at his blonde hair and blue eyes.

I did not even get the chance to stare at him in class earlier because of that jerk.

"Hey Sarada, Chocho," he greets us.

"H-Hi," I stutter. I feel like my cheeks blush. What's happening to me?

Chocho nudges me on my side. I look at her.

"You're being obvious. Come on and write him a love letter," she whispers in my ear.

"There's no way I'm gonna do that!" I frown.

"Hmm. Look at the girls who daydream about him," she tells me and I look at the girls giggle as they saw Boruto just walking in the school's canteen.

I don't have the guts to do it. I can't even talk straight to him without stuttering.

I'm so glad that Boruto never declares that he has a crush on someone. Maybe he is too busy studying and participating in some of the school's activities. If that happens I don't know what would I feel.

"I'm home!" mom yells when she enters the house.

"Welcome home, mom," I respond.

This time I cooked for our dinner. I know she's tired from work. I won't let her waste any more energy by cooking us dinner.

"Dinner is ready!" I cheerfully tell her.

"I'm sorry, honey. I should be doing that," she says with a sad face.

I shake my head and smile at her.

"Let's eat!" I tell her.

It was an exhausting day for me...

"Sarada let's change. Our P.E. class will start in 10 minutes," Chocho tells me.

We went to our locker and get dressed. A few minutes have past and we assembled in the field.

We will be playing soccer as part of our lesson. Boruto's playing with the boys except for Kawaki. The jerk is sitting on the lawn watching Boruto and the rest play.

"Kawaki?" our teacher calls for him. He is talking to him then the jerk walks in Boruto's direction. I silently watch him when Chocho pulls me to play with the girls.

I am playing with the ball and when I turn, I saw Kawaki kicks on the ball and it sends flying in my direction and I don't know what happens next.

I wake up staring at the clinic's ceiling. I blink countless times and I heard Chocho's voice.

"Sarada, finally you're awake!" she yells looking all so worried.

I rise from the bed and suddenly my head hurts. I put my hand on my head to gesture that my head stings. I have scratches on my forehead and a small wound that is covered with a bandaid.

As far as I can remember, Kawaki kicked the ball and I was hit on my head.

That damn jerk has a grudge against me.

"Are you okay, Sarada?" Chocho asks me.

"My head hurts a little but I feel okay now," I tell her.

"O-okay," she sounds worried.

"Let's go back to the classroom," I tell her, and I stand up from the bed.

"Are you sure?" she asks with twitching brows. I nod and we leave the clinic.

"You jerk!" I point at him.

He cluelessly stares at me.

"Look what you've done to me! Do you have a problem with me? Why did you kick the ball in my direction?" I almost yell at him.

I'm really upset. Thank goodness I did not get any serious injuries.

"It was an accident. We were playing, then when I kicked the ball you were there," he explains without any emotions at all.

"How would I know if you did not do it intentionally?" I frown in front of him. Chocho is just behind me watching us.

"Sarada and Kawaki, come with me," our P.E. teacher tells us. Without protest, we follow him.

He brought us to his office. We settled on the vacant seats.

"I'm sorry for what happened, Sarada. I am the one responsible for this. It was an accident, Kawaki isn't the one to blame," he says.

So, it was an accident. I look down not saying a word.

"I'll talk to your parent and apologize for the problem I made. I should have been careful in the first place," he adds.

"Don't worry about it, teacher. I understand. I will explain everything to mom myself," I tell him.

"No, I would like to personally apologize. You've been hurt and it's not okay," he insists.

"Okay, I'll make her come tomorrow," I say.

"Thank you, Sarada," he smiles.

I gaze at the jerk and he is just rolling his eyes like he doesn't care at all. How annoying.

We leave his office and the jerk walks ahead of me as nothing had happened.

How could he? Does his parent teach him manners?

"You're wound completely healed," Chocho remarks when she couldn't see the bandaid on my forehead anymore.

"Yup," I nod.

"Hey Sarada," she calls out to me almost whispering in my ear.

"Yeah?" I furrow.

"I've heard Boruto is receiving letters from random girls," she reveals. My eyes enlarge.

"R-Really?" I ask in surprise. She nods as an answer.

"I was in the restroom when I heard girls gossiping about how they sent Boruto love letters in his locker," she continues.

"So, did he read them?" I ask in my excitement.

"They did not mention it, but the other girl said Boruto was surprised and he even smiled at those letters then she giggled," she responds.

So, Boruto likes reading love letters?

"I see," I utter.

"That's why you need to try it too," she insists again.

"Umm..." I murmur.

Should I try it? But... I'm scared he will ignore my feelings.

Sarada, you're being paranoid. I scold myself in my head.

I settle on my study table. I grab plain white paper and a pen.

I decided to try writing a letter for Boruto, but the problem is I don't know what to tell him. I don't know how to confess my feelings in the letter. I have no words in my mind.

Arggh! Chocho is driving me crazy about this love letter thing!

"Okay class, we will be doing an experiment activity. You will perform in pairs. It's a bit complicated so you may need assistance from your classmate. I will randomly pick names now," our science teacher announces.

"I wish to be paired with Boruto," Tsubaki tells her friend Yodo while giggling.

"Tch, that should be me, but to be paired with Kawaki feels great too," Yodo replies to her.

Oh? Yodo wants to be paired with that jerk? She can't be serious.

Chocho gestures 'whatever' to me when she heard their wishes. I silently laugh at her and she just rolls her eyes.

"The first pair..." our teacher starts.

"Wasabi and Iwabe," she continues.

I can see Wasabi frown because she doesn't like Iwabe much.

"The second pair is Mitsuki and Chocho," she says.

"Oh?!" Chocho utters. She looks fine and Mitsuki's okay. She is a friend with him though. Mitsuki smiles at her.

"Third pair Shikadai and Inojin."

"Fourth pair Denki and Tsubaki."

"What?!" Tsubaki shouts. Everyone looks at her.

"What's wrong, Tsubaki?" our teacher asks.

"Oh, nothing," she can't complain about it though.

Who's gonna be my pair?

"Fifth pair..." she stops.

"Sarada and..." I think the time slows down when I heard my name.

Who would it be? Who would be my pair?

"...and Boruto."

"Sixth pair..."

I think my whole world stops turning for seconds when I hear my name paired up with Boruto.

He looks at me and smiles. I think I am dumbfounded in front of his face. Wait, am I dreaming?

Eh?

What?

It's Boruto and me?

Seriously?

It can't be...

My heart race...

Chapter 3

" I think today is your lucky day, Sarada," Chocho tells me when we walk home.

It's about earlier. I was paired up with Boruto in our experiment activity tomorrow.

Further, I saw him smiled at me. I know I look so stupid being so astounded in front of his face, but still, I was so happy.

"S-A-R-A-D-A!" Chocho calls out to me.

"Yes?!" I respond I'm so confused. Is she talking to me?

"Are you okay? I am talking to you. Did you hear me?" she asks.

"I'm sorry, I was preoccupied," I apologize.

"You are daydreaming about Boruto I guess," she teases me.

"Huh? What?!" I snap.

"Come on!" she tries to tease me more.

"No-" she did not let me finish.

"I know you are thinking about how he smiles at you earlier. He's so cool, right?" she continues.

"Chocho stop it already!" I yell at her. I think my whole face turns red.

"Now I wonder what will you do tomorrow during the activity. Don't fluster when he talks to you, okay?" she adds.

"You're crazy, Chocho, " I tell her still blushing.

"No, you're crazy over him," she retaliates.

"That's not true!" I yell.

"Whatever. See you tomorrow and good luck. It's much better if you will give him your love letter by the time the activity ends," she suggests.

"No, I haven't written anything yet," I tell her.

"Huh?" she gives me a weird look.

"What?" I snap.

"You're so oblivious when it comes to this kind of stuff," she remarks.

Okay I admit, I'm so dumb when it comes to this puppy love thing. I only got a crush on Boruto. He's the only responsible boy I know at school.

And I always have this fear in my heart that he will reject my feelings and that would feel terrible for me and I don't know if my heart could take it.

What will I say to him tomorrow? Can I speak to him without stuttering or flushing like tomatoes?

Oh my goodness, I'm being paranoid again. I need to make myself sleep or I will look like a mummy tomorrow.

Chocho and I are standing in front of the school gates.

"What's wrong, Sarada?" she asks.

Maybe she is confused as to why I suddenly stop walking.

"Chocho, I'm nervous," I confess.

"Huh?" she frowns.

"Do I look weird?" I ask.

"Indeed. Come on, let's go!" she drags me inside the campus.

I'm in front of my locker to change my shoes and when I turn to my right someone opens the locker next to mine and the locker's door hits my face.

"Ouch!" I shout.

Both my palms are on my face. It hurts!

When I'm about to scold someone, that jerk's face appears in front of my face.

"Are you blind or something?" I yell at him.

"I didn't notice your presence, " he excuses.

"Are you serious? You know you have neighboring lockers so you should at least check if someone is there before opening your locker!" I keep scowling at him but he seems not to care at all.

He closes his locker and walks off as if nothing happened.

"Hey, you jerk! Can't you say sorry at least?" I yell, but he doesn't turn back and keeps walking away from me.

That idiot! I hate him!

"Sarada, are you okay?" Chocho asks me. I frown when I enter the classroom and I haven't back to my normal expression.

"I am not okay!" I tell her.

"What happened?" she asks.

"That jerk! I hate that jerk!" I scowl.

"Who do you mean by that jerk?" Chocho asks in confusion. I gaze at him while pouting.

"Kawaki? What did he do?" she keeps asking me.

So, I tell her everything.

"It was an accident I guess," she defends him.

"No, he's the one responsible for it. He has grudges against me," I insist.

"Those accusations..." she murmurs.

"Are you defending him now, Chocho?" I ask her.

"No, that's not what I mean. I judge based on what you told me and I guess it can't be helped sometimes. I was accidentally hit by Yodo's locker before too," she explains.

"And worse than that he did not apologize to me. He did not apologize for making my desk dirty and he never apologizes for hitting me with the ball," I'm upset. That jerk, I want to punch him on his face right now.

Chocho did not respond to my ranting. She should not be the one I'm scowling at.

"I'm sorry, Chocho. I should have not said those things to you. I overreact, " I apologize to her.

"I understand. Don't worry, " she smiles at me.

"Thank you, " I smile back at her.

"Okay, we will do our experiment now. Pairs please fall in line," our Science teacher says gesturing to fall in line so we can get our needed tools for the experiment on the long table.

Wasabi and Iwabe are in the first row. In the second row are Chocho and Mitsuki. In the third row are Shikadai and Inojin. In the Fourth row are Tsubaki and Denki.

We are next.

"Let's fall in line Sarada," I hear Boruto say from behind, and again, I fluster.

I slowly turn to face him. My heart is beating fast and cold drops of sweat appear on my forehead.

"Y-Yeah," I respond to him.

Can you speak to him without stuttering, Sarada? I scold myself in my mind.

I must act naturally in front of him so he won't suspect me of anything weird.

We slowly step forward and when we get to the table, we touch the same tube simultaneously and I immediately remove my hand.

It feels like an electric current flows in my veins when his skin slightly touches mine.

He looks confused as to why I acted that way.

"Are you okay, Sarada?" he furrows.

"H-Huh? O-Of course," I stutter again.

"Oh?" he utters and I smile awkwardly at him.

"Let's get all of these," he points at the tubes we will be using in the activity. I just nod and carefully grasp the tubes. I'm afraid I will drop them out of my nervousness.

We proceed to the table intended for us two. We are in the laboratory room.

"Okay, is everyone ready?" our teacher asks.

"Yes, teacher!" we respond all at once.

"Okay, wear your goggles and gloves," she commands.

We immediately put on the needed accessories to protect ourselves. We are wearing our laboratory uniforms. Our uniforms are cool. We look like little scientists with this.

"Let's do our best here, Sarada," Boruto tells me and I nod in agreement.

I don't feel very nervous this time. I think I get used to his presence somehow.

We start pouring chemicals inside the tube.

I watch as Boruto pours a blue-like liquid inside the tube as our teacher instructs us to do.

"It's my turn," I tell him and he just nods.

I pour a red-like liquid inside the tube.

"Then you exchange liquids with your partners and pour it in the tube remember the same amount as the former," she instructs again.

"I'm afraid I will make mistakes here," he says while pouring the red liquid into his tube.

"What do you mean?" I ask him and pour the blue liquid inside my tube.

"I may ruin your high grades in this subject," he says and I think my cheeks flush.

My irises enlarge. I didn't see it coming. Boruto is concerned about my grades. He is afraid I'm failing them.

"Hey dork!" someone talks beside me and I turn to face whoever it is.

It's the jerk. I didn't know he is right beside me and he is paired with Yodo. And wait, did he just call me a dork?

"What?" I frown at him.

"What are you doing?" he asks.

"Hey, Sarada!" Boruto calls out to me when I turn to face him, a big smoke appears in front of me. Boruto and I cough badly.

Damn! I pour too much liquid into my tube.

What did you do Sarada? You ruin everything!

I need to apologize to Boruto for what I have done at the laboratory earlier. You're such an idiot, Sarada. You ruin both of your grades. I scold myself again. I am sitting in the classroom feeling all so down.

I stand up and wait for him outside the room and when I see him approaching my direction, I take a deep breath and calm myself. I need to apologize.

"B-Boruto..." I say.

"Huh? What's wrong, Sarada?" he asks while his brows furrow.

"I-I would like to apologize for what happened in the laboratory earlier, " I am so ashamed. I think I'm going to melt in front of him.

He chuckles and speaks to me.

"It's nothing. I know accidents happen. You don't have to worry about it," he assures me with a smile.

His smiles make my heart warm. He's too kind and nice. Who would not admire such a guy?

"Are you sure?" I confirm.

He nods.

"Let's make up with it next time," he tells me and gives me a thumb up.

"Thank you..." I utter.

We wave goodbye at each other and he completely disappears from my eyes.

"You look calm now," Chocho comments.

"Yeah, l have talked to Boruto and apologized to him," I tell her.

"So, did he accept your apology? Was he mad at you?" she asks.

I shake my head and smile.

"He's a nice guy, Chocho. I wasn't wrong admiring such a kind and nice person," I say while smiling.

"I think your feelings for him get deeper and deeper day by day," she remarks.

"Is that so?" I ask her.

"Well, based on your reaction, yes. Well, if you have told him about it earlier he might have been reciprocated your feelings by now," Chocho is saying words vaguely.

"How can you easily say that? I mean we aren't even sure he will though," I pout. I don't know why Chocho is saying these things to me.

"How would you know if you won't try it? Of course, you will begin at confessing to him," she explains.

But how will I do that? I still don't dare to do it. I think it isn't the right time for my feelings to be confessed to him. I need more preparations for it I guess.

"I think I'll wait for the perfect timing," I tell her and she just shrugs.

I wave goodbye at her and walk to our house.

"I'm home," I greet.

"Welcome home, Sarada," my mom's already home. She's wearing her apron maybe she's cooking for our dinner.

"How's school?" she asks.

"A lot of things happened and I'm very tired," I tell her.

"My poor daughter. Five minutes more and the food is ready. But for now, you can change your clothes, " she tells me.

"Yes," I tell her and head straight to my room.

I grab plain paper and a pen. I have decided to start writing him a letter.

Dear Boruto,

7Chapter 4

"Listen, class! Since the School Festival is approaching, I want you to check on the box beside your name with the corresponding club that you want to be a part of. You will be participating in this year's Festival as part of your extracurricular activity point," our class adviser informs us.

She is disseminating papers to each of us to be filled up.

The choices are:

Music Club, Sports Club, Taekwondo and Martial Arts Club, Drama and Theater Club, Research and Development Club, Dance Club, Kitchen Club, and Arts and Designs Club.

After we checked on the box of our choice, we passed it back to our class adviser.

"Which club did you choose, Sarada?" Chocho asks me.

"I checked on the Drama Club," I smile at her.

"Seriously?" she asks in shock.

"Yup," I say and nod.

"Why did you choose that club though?" she asks me with her brows twitching.

"I want to be an actor like Mr. Martin. I think being an actress is cool," I tell her.

"Well, you can memorize a four-stanza poem in just 10 minutes. So, I think memorizing scripts won't be a bother," she comments.

"What about you?" I ask her.

"I choose the Kitchen Club," she replies.

"I didn't know you like cooking, Chocho," my expression is surprised, to be honest.

She shakes her head and says, "nope, I like to eat."

My jaw drops when she said it.

Oh? I didn't see that coming.

"Hey, Boruto, which club did you choose?" I hear Tsubaki asks Boruto.

"Oh, I chose the Sports Club," he responds to her.

"Wow, that's so cool of you. I can't wait to cheer you up in the upcoming Basketball Tournament," she giggles.

"Which club did you join in by the way?" he asks her.

"The Dance Club so, I can cheer for you," she says and giggles again.

"That's so kind of you Tsubaki," Boruto replies nicely.

"Hey Kawaki, which club are you in?" I hear Shikadai asks the jerk.

"None of your business."

How rude.

"Come on, there's nothing to be serious about it," Shikadai adds.

"Leave him Shikadai, let's go somewhere," Inojin calls out for Shikadai and they leave the jerk alone.

He has not gotten any friends since he transferred here. Well, he's a jerk and unfriendly it is not that surprising at all. He is the exact opposite of Boruto and I dislike him.

"Kawaki is cool."

"I hope he will ask me out one day."

I hear the girls gossiping about him again.

I don't know what's going on with them he is just walking in the hallway wearing his apathetic face all the time.

"I don't understand them. Why would such girls go crazy over a jerk?" I frown.

"Kawaki is cool and handsome. It can't be helped," Chocho responds.

"Is that so?" I utter.

Well, they don't know what kind of a jerk he is. There's no way I can withstand such a mean and rude person.

"By the way Chocho, we will have a practice in the Drama Club. Maybe it will be finished late so you can go home already after class," I tell her.

"Are you sure? That will be a little dark," she is worried about me.

"Don't worry, I will be fine," I assure her and she nods.

We will be doing a Cinderella play for the upcoming Festival and I will be doing the role of the Fairy Godmother. I like it so much. I hope I'll get the lead role next time that will develop my skills as an actress.

Chocho did well in the Kitchen Club. She cooks and eats for herself. I chuckle in my mind.

"Sarada, there will be a basketball practice game this afternoon. Will we come?" Chocho asks me.

My heart race when I heard her say about the practice game. Boruto's in the Sports Club and is part of the basketball team.

"Well, it's Boruto playing in the red team," she reminds me then chuckles.

"Let's see. I want to see him play too," I say and she giggles.

We head straight into the stadium after our class to watch Boruto's practice game. When we arrive, a few girls were already there.

"Sarada, let's go over there," she tells me while pointing at the vacant seats near the court.

"This is the best spot, Chocho. We can see Boruto plays here," I remark and she smiles at me.

"Boruto is the Captain of the Red Team," I hear one of the girls say. Chocho looks at me with a grin on her lips.

"Did you hear that? Boruto is the Team Captain," she chuckles.

"Umm. I wonder who is the captain of the Blue Team," I say.

"Well, I don't have an idea about it," she shrugs.

"They are here!" The girl shouts and everyone giggles when they see Boruto and the others come out of the locker room wearing their basketball uniforms.

They come out with some boys from different levels who joined the Sports Club too.

"Wait, Mitsuki is the Team Captain for the Blue Team?" Chocho furrows.

"I guess so," I respond to her.

"Mitsuki's quite good, but with all honesty, he has no match against Boruto. He is a Star Player and an Ace," Chocho remarks.

"The Blue Team has not decided yet who will be their Team Captain, so Mitsuki will just act like one just to make this practice game happen," the coach says.

"So that's it," Chocho utters.

"It hasn't been decided yet. I wonder who will that be," I say.

"We will know when the Festival comes," she says.

All ten members assemble in the middle of the court. The game is about to start.

"Good luck, Boruto!"

A group of girls shouts to show their support for Boruto.

"Eh? How annoying," Chocho complains. I give her an unsure smile.

I look at Boruto and he smiles at them. The girls giggle more and almost faint.

"I think Boruto likes being noticed," Chocho boldly says.

"He is just nice, Chocho," I tell her.

"Why don't you cheer for him? Maybe he will respond with a smile too."

Is she giving me a suggestion?

"H-Huh? I'm not doing that?" I fluster.

"I'm sure you don't. You don't dare to do it," she narrows her eyes looking at me.

My shoulders drop at her statement. I know that I don't have the nerve to do it. All I can do is fluster or stutter in front of him.

The whistle blows and the ball flies in the air.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Shouts from Boruto's fangirls echo inside the stadium.

"He got it!" I bawl.

#boruto fanfiction

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violettelueur · 3 years

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GOJO SATORU || FOR A LIFETIME

| featuring : gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

| warnings : grammar errors other than that n/a

| form : imagine

| word count : 1733

| published : 19 november

| request : Gojo Satoru x wife! Reader. They're just cuddling and being all lovey dovey until his students burst in, and are immediately asking questions cuz they didn't know he was married. He just says they've been married for three years and met at the Academy, and she's just smiling as they start asking her questions and how he managed to search up a pretty girl like her

| barista’s notes : i really loved writing this imagine for some reason ʕ·ᴥ·　ʔ like i just had so much fun thinking all the events that could happen with the trio but i kinda feel like i didn’t paste my imagination well into words ʕ ﾟ ● ﾟʔ other than that, i hope you love your cup of classic black coffee and i hope you come again and order soon once we’re back open ʕ •ᴥ•ʔ

Stretching your arms upwards, you could clearly hear the few cracks that your back had released telling you that you had been sitting in the same position for too much time causing you to groan from the satisfaction that your back felt lighter than it did a few seconds ago.

Looking at the clock that was hanging to your right side, you had come to the realisation that you had been working on your reports for a full three hours, leading you to take a deep breath as you were glad that you had managed to finish everything before the sun was going to set. Quickly standing up, you collected all the papers you needed and started to make your way out of your office and let your feet guide you to wherever they wanted to take you.

From what you could recall from this morning, no one had a mission assigned to them today unless it was an emergency to which that was unavoidable - sometimes you can’t even escape them yourself. However, compared to the other Jujutsu sorcerers that were in Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College, you weren’t a teacher but rather the school principal’s right-hand person as you were a student of his back from when he was a teacher himself.

You continued to walk around aimlessly around the corridors until you stopped to see a sliding door in your way. Tilting your head to the side, you wondered why your feet decided to drag you here while you were daydreaming, causing you to grab one end and quietly slide the door open to see if there was anyone that was in the room right now.

To not much of your surprise, you ‘unexpectantly’ found a very tall man relaxing on a chair acting like he didn’t have any students to teach at this current moment in time. After sliding the door behind you, you walked up to the sleeping man before taking a seat on the remaining space of the chair and decided to rest your head on the palm of your hand that was relaxing on your knee. To think that you were married to his man, made you wonder what was going on in your mind when you said ‘yes’ to his proposal.

“Am I that handsome to you honey?” the man suddenly asked in a teasing tone, as he used his thumb to lift up part of his blindfold to reveal one of his bright sapphire eyes staring at you back, “you’ve been admiring me for quite some time”.

“Nah, I was wondering how drunk I was when I said ‘yes’ to marrying you,” you answered with a playful smile before you suddenly started laughing when your husband gave you an offended expression on his face. “Honey, I’m hurt by that comment,” Gojo stated causing you to reply with, “well you have to live with that for the rest of your life,” leaving him no choice but to give up this little game of banter - since the day both of you became friends, Gojo knew that you were one of the rare people that he wanted to remain by his side as he did with Geto, but that didn’t half of his dream didn’t come to last, yet you were here with him by his side. For a lifetime.

Slowly, he leaned forward to gently grab your sleeve before tugging it, somewhat telling you that he wanted you to move closer to him. Looking at his hand that was holding your sleeve, you scooted closer to him to the point where you were on his lap with your legs hanging out from the side and the side of your head was resting on his chest with your reports in hand.

“What’s that? Shouldn’t you be concentrating on me?” Gojo asked as he looked at the papers in your hand. “These are reports babe, something that you never do,” you answered, before rolling up and sheets and using it to hit the top of his head. However, before Gojo could even playfully comment back at you, the door was slammed open causing you to slightly jump at the sudden interruption leading you to look up, only to see three students with the most confused expression on their faces.

“So I assume you didn’t tell them that you were married,” you quietly asked your husband to which he used your head to rest his head on top and in a high tone muttered, “I forgot wifey~”

“Gojo-sensei!” a boy with pinkish hair yelled out - to which you assumed to be Itadori Yuji - leading to the only female student - to which you quickly figured out that she was Kugisaki Nobara - within the trio to then say, “who is the pretty lady?”. While Fushiguro stood there with the surprised expression still plastered on his face.

“I assume you forgot to tell Megumi as well,” you then giggled out, to which then Gojo laughed with you, as he remembered that after all the years he took care of his precious student, not once he had mentioned you to him.

“This pretty lady here is my little wife, Gojo Y/N,” said to the confused trio, fully and finally introducing you to his first-year students.

“YOU’RE MARRIED?!”

“It’s nice to meet you all, Itadori, Kugisaki and Fushiguro, am I right?” you greeted them with a smile, as the three of them quickly grabbed a random chair out of nowhere and sat down in front of you as if you were about to get interrogated - to which you technically were.

“How does she know who we are?” Kugisaki asked as she was confused about how you knew all their names.

“Your useless teacher here talks about you guys from time to time, so I sort of already know you guys without you knowing.” you answered her as you used your thumb to point at your husband, leading Kugisaki to ask, “can we call you Gojo-sensei as well then?”

“Wouldn’t that confuse us as well as them?” Itadori then asked, to which Kugisaki looked at him to shout at him, only to realise what he was trying to interpret to her.

“You can call me by my first name not to get confused, I’m alright with it,” you mentioned to her, leaving the students to nod at you.

“Gojo-sensei, how long have you’ve married for?” Fushiguro asked, still wondering why he didn’t know this piece of information about his teacher, let alone that he was with someone.

“Three years!” Gojo proudly announced as he lifted up three fingers as if they didn’t understand what he said so he had to show them. “How did the both of you meet?” Itadori then pressed on with his hand up, seeing how much information he could gain about his teacher’s love life.

“We both met then we were students here and then time flashed by and here we are married,” Gojo answered his student with the vaguest answer that he could have given to anybody, leaving his student annoyed.

“Y/N-sensei, how did both of you met?” Kugisaki then asked you, as she was not satisfied with the white-haired man’s answer.

“Well like Satoru said we met when the both of us were students here, just like all three of you. We were on the same team with Shoko and another person, causing me to have to deal with this man since my first year at Jujutsu High,” you then answered in some detail, causing the students to be more intrigued on the both of yours relationship.

“What do you do Y/N-sensei? I don’t see you around the school at all,” Fushiguro then asked, leading you to smile at him before answering with, “you could say I’m the assistant principal,” causing all the first years to look at you with surprised expressions again.

“GOJO-SENSEI THERE IS NO WAY SHE IS YOUR WIFE, SHE TOO SMART AND PRETTY,” Kugisaki shouted as she looked like she was about to flip her chair - as she confused on why you would be with someone like him - causing you lightly blush at her compliment before giggling at the chaos that was happening right in front of you.

‘This is really just how I imagined it to be. Chaotic’

“Here’s a picture if you don’t believe me,” Gojo then casually stated as he suddenly pulled out what seemed to be a small picture from his wallet, causing you to be curious of what it had to show since you didn’t know he kept something like that within his possession. Once he passed the picture to Fushiguro, you leaned forwards slightly only to be surprised on what the picture displayed.

It was a picture of you and Gojo standing together with you wearing the traditional white kimono with the white wataboshi on your head, while Gojo was wearing the traditional black kimono that contrasted with his bright white hair and bright blue eyes perfectly. It was your wedding picture.

“Y/N-sensei you look so beautiful!” Kugisaki stated as she snatched the picture out of Fushiguro’s hand to take a closer look at the image, “your makeup is so beautiful, you really suit a red lip,”.

“You look really pretty sensei,” the boys simultaneously said, as they had a light blush on their faces after seeing the picture.

“Since when did you have that picture?” you asked your husband, as you turned around to look at him, only to find him looking at you without his blindfold - fully showcasing his beautiful blue eyes that you have fallen in love with since you met him - as he brushed his fingers through your hair, amused at your surprised expression.

“Since I got the picture printed after the wedding,” Gojo admitted before he moved his hand to caress your cheek causing you to suddenly feel the coolness from his wedding band. "You looked really beautiful that day,” Gojo sentimentally said to you, causing your cheeks to go a light shade of red.

“But you always have been and always will be”

Slowly, he took your left hand in his left hand leading to both your wedding bands to hit against each other lightly, reminding you that this whole thing wasn’t a dream.

“For a lifetime ha?” you questioned him with a soft smile painted on your face, to which Gojo reciprocated back to you.

“For a lifetime wifey~”

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whiteqnn · 3 years

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Pairing: Corpse Husband x Fem! Reader

Summary: Sean invites one of his good friends - Y/N - to play with him and the group. She has a lot of fun with them, but at the same time is too oblivious, too nice, and too pure to notice that one particular Among Us player has taken a liking to her the moment he heard her voice...

Notes: Hello everyone! This is the very first time I’m publishing something bigger in here, I’m honestly still figuring out how Tumblr works, even though I’ve had this account for quite some time now 😅. That being said, please don’t expect anything super impressive. I tried my best though just so you know. 🥺

A/N- It didn’t turn out as I expected, but I really hope at least some of you find it enjoyable :(

Y/C/N - your channel name

part 2

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part 4

part 5

PURE [1]

“Did you guys find anybody?” Felix asked, as the number of players still showed just 7 of them. They could just start now, but the game would be way more fun with a full lobby.

“Yeah, Lily’s joining. I just texted her the code, so she should be here at any moment.” Sykkuno replied after receiving a text message from the said girl. “Oh, and Corpse also said he’d be joining soon.”

“Great. Anyone else?”

“I think Jack was also bringing someone, right?” Dave asked.

“Huh? Oh yeah, I have one coming, she’ll join us in a few” the asked man replied at the same moment Lily’s character appeared in the lobby.

“Who you’re bringing Jack?”

“Y/N” he said, causing Felix to gasp in shock and yell into his mic:

“How the fuck did you manage to convince her? I’ve been bugging her about this game for the past week and she always had some excuse!”

“What can I say, my charm is irresistible” Jack replied nonchalantly, causing everyone in the lobby to laugh at his fake deep voice.

The number of participants changed to 9, as a little black astronaut with horns on his helmet appeared in the lobby.

“Corpse, you’re here!” Rae’s character ran up to the man, circling him excitedly.

“Hey man!”

“What’s up, Corpse?”

“Hello everyone” his deep voice sounded out “Sorry to keep you waiting.”

“All good man, we’re still waiting for one person.” Felix reassured him “Sean, why is she not here yet? Are you sure you’ve sent her the right code?”

“Of course I am!” he all but shouted at Felix “And about that, she just texted me to give her a few more minutes and that we should start without her.”

“We can just wait, right?” Lily offered, earning a few hums of approval from the others.

“I think it might take a little longer than a few minutes, she has some problems with her microphone.”

“Who are you guys talking about?” Corpse asked, completely unaware of who Jack was referring to.

“Wait, Jack, you mean Y/N from Y/C/N?” Sykkuno asked suddenly, only then realizing why this name sounded familiar

“Yeah, the one and only” Jack replied, a smile evident in his voice.

“Oh my god, I love her videos!” Rae exclaimed at that “She’s so funny and sweet!”

“Yeah! Her new video is so freaking cute, I wish she’d upload more often.” Poki agreed.

“Right?” Jack said, clearly very proud of his friend. “But don’t let that sweet demeanor fool you guys cause she’s one of the best players I’ve encountered in this game.”

“That’s true, she’s a secret big brain genius” Toast confirmed, making Pewdiepie gasp once again.

“wHAT??YOU TWO PLAYED WITH HER?!” Felix’s offended voice boomed through everyone’s headphones “HOW DARE YOU. HOW COULD YOU NOT INVITE ME?!”

“That’s for not inviting me to your latest Cringe episode!” Jack was quick to respond, making others in the lobby laugh at their mini fight.

“Oh, so that’s where I recognized her from!” Sykkuno nearly shouted when he finally put two and two together. “I can’t wait to meet her, she seems like a really nice person.”

“She is! When she got impostor for the first time she refused to kill me” Toast explained, earning himself a couple of Aww’s from his friends. “So we just ran around the emergency button until I called the meeting and voted her off.”

“Yeah, only to be her first victim in the next game.” Jack all but giggled, clearly very amused at the memory of Y/N going into a full berserk mode. No one except for him and Toast knew how good she really was at this game...

“She’s basically the wolf in sheep’s skin” Felix concluded with a chuckle “Very soft wolf, however.”

“She’s like the complete opposite of Corpse, both in voice and personality” Jack suddenly said, making Felix laugh wholeheartedly at something only two of them understood at the moment.

“I don’t know how should I take that” Corpse admitted with a chuckle. He remained silent for most of the conversation since he didn’t really know who the guys were talking about. But he would lie if he said he wasn’t intrigued by this girl at least in the slightest. Although he heard about her channel, he hasn’t seen any of her videos, so he didn’t really know what to expect. But hearing what gamers like Sean and Felix said about her, he knew he’s not gonna be disappointed once the girl joins them in the game.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N talking.” Felix said suddenly with a seemingly very amused voice.

“Imagine Corpse and Y/N both being Impostors” Toast said, which resulted in many of them shouting over each other at how crazy that would be.

“Alright, now that you mention this I start fearing the moment two of them meet” Jack confessed with loud laughter following the sentence. Corpse chuckled deeply under his breath, at the same time glancing at the questions his audience was asking him in his stream. He could hardly read any, as there were quite a lot of people asking, so all he saw was just a bunch of comments moving at the speed of light in his chat. He wouldn't say it out loud, but he was slightly nervous, seeing the growing number of people watching his stream. It was still a rather new thing to him, and he feared he'd say something inappropriate, or just make a complete idiot out of himself.

"At least no one can see me..." he mumbled under his breath after muting his microphone.

"Oh! Y/N just texted me! She's joining the call right now!"

"Fuck yeah!" Felix shouted excitedly "Just so you know Jack, I won't forget that you two played without me."

"Uh-oh. Is that a threat? Are you threatening me now?"

"It's a warning" Felix replied, receiving a series of gasps from other players. "If I get impostor, you're the first one on my list."

"Okay, everyone heard that! You know who to vote off when I'm dead!"

"It's so cool to play with someone new, I wonder if she's as good as you guys depict her" Sykkuno spoke up, but before anyone could answer his question, a new character popped up in the lobby.

***

"Hi everyone! I’m sorry I left you just like that, but this stream would be completely useless without me being able to answer your questions. Fortunately it wasn’t anything serious, I just had to readjust my mic and go through the settings to find what was wrong. Took some time, but here I am now!” Y/N chirped into her microphone, smiling apologetically at her webcam. At the moments like this, she really appreciated how supportive her audience was. No one was hating on her when she had to get off the stream for a couple of minutes, and everyone was just so understanding that it made her heart melt. Perhaps her audience wasn’t very big, but it felt almost like a second family to her.

“Anyway, as you already know from my twitter, today I’ll be playing Among Us with my friends and their friends! I can’t wait if I’m being honest, last time I played this game was so much fun, and there was only a few of us.” she admitted with a genuine smile on her face. “Let’s just text Sean now so we can get into the lobby...”

Y/N: Ready to play with you guys ^^

Jackaboy: Great! You got that mic fixed already?

Y/N: Yes, everything is fine. I’m sorry you had to wait so long.

Jackaboy: It’s all good kiddo, no worries. I’ll call you and send you the code in a sec.

Y/N: Perfect, thank you Sean :)

Jackaboy: Btw, everyone can’t wait to meet you ;-)Y/N stared at the screen for a moment, only now, seconds before joining the group, realizing how nervous she felt. From Sean’s tweets she saw earlier, she figured that the lobby was right now full of many famous streamers, those she wouldn’t even compare herself to. It’s not that she thought of herself very low, but... being among such youtube celebrities like them made her panic a little bit. She didn’t want to look like a complete fool amongst them.

Playing or recording with Sean and Felix was something else because she knew those guys for years (and yet still sometimes found herself thinking how lucky she got to be able to call them her friends). She felt good in their company, not worrying about choosing the right words. But amongst the rest of the players, she knew only Toast and talked with Rae maybe once in her life...

What if the rest won’t like her?

Y/N cleared her throat, realizing that she was still staring at her phone like hypnotized and her audience was already asking her what’s going on. She quickly typed in the code Sean had texted her and readjusted her headphones, before joining the discord chat.

“THERE SHE IS” screamed Sean, making her grin from ear to ear, hearing how excited he was “Little wonderchild!”

“I think you meant little TRAITOR” Felix corrected him with a scoff. A silence settled in the lobby as everyone was waiting for Y/N to speak up.

“Um... hello everyone..” she said softly, almost inaudibly, a sudden wave of shyness taking over her. “I’m Y/N”

“Oh, you were right about that Corpse thing!” replied another, also very soft and very sweet voice, and Y/N saw the image of someone named Lily pop up. “It’s like the exact opposite!”

“See? Told ya. Everyone, meet Y/N/N, the little angel from Y/C/N.”

“Hey Y/N!”

“Hi there!”

“Hey, what’s up?”

“H-Hi, so great to meet you, Y/N!” a very friendly sounding voice said, and a little lime astronaut with the name Sykkuno above it started running around her. “Can’t wait to play with you!”

“That’s so nice, thank you” she replied with a wide smile on her face, moving around his character as well. “I can’t wait to play with you too, actually with all you guys. It’s so great to be here with you.”

“Jack I swear she’s the cutest little thing I’ve ever heard. Where the hell did you find her?!” Poki all but yelled at the man, making Y/N giggle to herself and in-process loosen up a little bit. They all seemed like someone she’d happily be friends with.

“Or rather, where do you get one?” someone else commented, making them all burst into laughter, Y/N included.

“Guys, what did I say about that sweet demeanor...” Jack said after calming down from his fit “Don’t put your guard down just because she sounds like that!”

“Wait- what did you tell them about me?” Y/N asked confused, the tone of her voice making him laugh even more “Jack!”

“Don’t worry, only the good stuff” a very deep, low voice spoke up, leaving her taken aback for a moment. Her eyes widened slightly and she glanced at the name of that person, reading out CORPSE. Now that’s something she didn’t expect...

“Corpse, mind your manners! You didn’t even introduce yourself!”

“Oh, shit- yeah, sorry. Um, I’m Corpse, it’s very nice to meet you Y/N” he replied right after, making her lip corners curl up into a smile.

“Nice to meet you too Corpse, you have a really pleasant voice.” she spoke sweetly, completely unaware of the chaos that was taking place in her stream chat. She didn’t even think of it the way her audience did, she just simply spoke up her mind, and being an incredibly nice person - turned it into a compliment.

“Oh- wow. I mean, thank you so much. I love your voice too, it’s really sweet” he replied, nervously chuckling at the end, before muting his mic. It was, however, enough for Felix and Sean to start teasing him, as the two immediately screamed:

“SIIIMP!!!”

“It’s the voice Felix, I told you he’d fall into her trap!”

“Wait- he was just being nice, guys! Stop making fun of him” Y/N immediately defended the man, trying to speak up over the hysterical laughter of the other players.

“Oh my god, but what if they both get impostors and they both pull the voice cards on us?!” Rae managed to yell through all the noise, making Y/N even more confused.

“Wait, what? What do you mean? I don’t understand.”

“Don’t worry Y/N, that’s how I feel all the time around them.” Sykkuno seemed to be the only one who heard her question, as the rest continued their gabbing without giving her as much as a glance.

“Alright, let’s start the game maybe. I might have a few old scores to settle” Toast cleared his throat theatrically, his astronaut coming face to face with Y/N’s.

“Oh, you mean me? I thought I already apologized!” she replied frantically. “You gave me no choice Toast, I didn’t even want to kill you in the first place...”

“BUT YOU DID. IN THE VERY FIRST ROUND”

“I’m sorry!”

“Alright, enough! Toast, just don’t kill her right away, okay? Let her run around the map, fearing for her life for a moment.” Y/N gasped upon hearing Jack’s words, clearly sensing the smirk behind his voice.

“Wha- Jack?! Since when are you against me?!”

“Don’t worry Y/N, I won’t let them hurt you. You haven’t played with us yet, I’ll protect you.”

“Oh, thank you so much Sykkuno! I’ll protect you too!”

“Great. Another one simping...” was Felix’s last words, before the game began.

Y/N sighed in relief upon seeing the word crewmate forming on her screen, but at the same time feared Toast’s inevitable revenge. She thought they'd already buried the hatchet, but it seemed that he was desperate to make her pay for the last time they played together.

“Aw, Sykkuno was serious” she mumbled with a smile, when his lime astronaut started circling her white one, so she would follow him. “Okay, let’s do some tasks.”

They both made their way towards the medbay, Sykkuno patiently waiting nearby as she did the scan, then Y/N waiting for him to do the same. The moment his little character stepped towards her, a meeting was called by none other than Felix.

“What happened?” Rae asked.

“I called the meeting because I’m afraid of Jack” he responded, causing everyone to laugh. “Seriously though! Dude’s been following me around the whole time.”

“I was just making sure nobody kills you.”

“Yeah don’t go all Sykkuno on me!” Felix screamed, making the call erupt into even more laughter.

“Alright, are we skipping?”

“Yeah.”

“Guys, my life is in danger!” Felix wouldn’t give up. “Come on, show some support! Y/N? You played with him, you know his techniques!”

“Sorry Felix” Y/N giggled, clicking the skip button.

When the next round began, Sykkuno was quick to join Y/N on her way towards admin, where they both found Poki doing the upload. They did the card swipe and left her there, when the lights suddenly went off.

“Uh-oh. Let’s head the opposite direction, Sykkuno” the girl murmured, dancing around his character and heading towards Comms instead of going to Electrical. It was the easiest way to die, after all.

Once they entered the room and waited for someone to fix the lights, Y/N could see another figure appear in the same location. She couldn’t recognize whose character it was, but upon seeing the horns on the helmet she smiled to herself.

“Hey there, Corpse” she said, walking up to the black astronaut, who was standing still in the same place as if he was just watching her and Sykkuno run around Comms instead of doing their tasks.

They stood like that for a couple of seconds until Corpse turned around and ran away, and that’s when the first body was reported.

“Oh no, Jack!”

“Poor guy. He’s gonna haunt us now.”

“Where’s the body?”

“Navigation” replied Rae, who was the one to find Sean’s green astronauts’ body “Didn’t see anyone around, but I’m pretty sure someone just vented right in front of my eyes...”

“Any suspicions?” Toast asked.

“Um, not really sure, it was the exact same moment the lights went off. I was doing tasks with Jack and then he just died. I only saw the vent close, nothing or no one else.”

“Okay, where are you guys right now?”

“I’m in admin with Dave, we only passed Poki when we got there.” Lily’s voice sounded out, quickly being joined by Poki’s explanation.

“Yeah, I was finishing the upload when you guys came in, Y/N and Sykkuno saw it”

“Did you see her?” Toast asked, addressing his question towards the white and lime astronauts.

“Yes, we were doing the card swipe before going to Comms. Corpse joined us for a moment and then left.”

“Yeah, I was on my way to fix the lights when I stumbled upon them in Comms, the body was reported the exact moment I left.”

“Can someone confirm this? I mean, did someone see you besides the two of them?” Toast continued his questioning.

“I think I only saw Felix in Medbay.”

“Hmm, so no one really knows where you were this whole time. You could easily lure Jack into Navigation and kill him there. Is that what you did, Corpse?”

“Woah, that’s some serious accusation” Corpse replied in his usual, low and calm voice. “Where were you Toast? You seem the only one who still doesn’t have an alibi”

“Neither does Felix.” Y/N spoke innocently, and the mentioned man quickly started his explanation.

“Okay, I was with Jack at the beginning but he clearly can’t confirm this since someone snapped his fucking neck. We’ve split up in O2 after doing our tasks and then he must’ve gone with Rae. I just wandered around the map, escaping from the death.”

“Hmm, so not only were you one of the last people to see him alive, but you also admit to not doing your tasks” Y/N said, trying her best to keep her voice steady and stop herself from laughing. She was sure Sykkuno was doing the same thing, they both refused to do any tasks after the lights went off, after all.

“Yeah, but does that already makes me an Imposter? I’m just scared for my life, that’s all.”

“Y/N has some good logic, but I’m not really sure it’s Pewds. I mean, I saw him in Medbay and he really seemed to be just jogging around.” Corpse said, his voice almost immediately doing its magic, as people more or less willingly agreed to skip this round as well.

“I think it’s Felix. I mean, I haven’t played with him yet, but I have this feeling that he’s just acting.” Y/N said to her chat after muting herself. She went towards Weapons to do another task, seeing Sykkuno’s little character follow her once again, but the doors were suddenly locked and his lime astronaut remained in Cafeteria. “Oh no, Sykkuno” she sighed with a pout on her face, deciding against waiting for him and risking getting her neck snapped. She finished her task in Weapons and moved towards another location, when suddenly Corpse appeared in front of her, coming right out of nowhere.

“Oh- Corpse, you scared me to death” Y/N breathed a laugh, watching as his character stood still for a couple of seconds, before circling around her white astronaut. Y/N nodded her head with a smile, even though he couldn’t see her, and followed him in Shields, where they found Poki’s dead body.

“The body is in Shields” Y/N replied right after reporting the body, only to gasp in shock when she realized more than one person was killed. Red crosses decorated not only Poki’s name but were also visible next to Dave and Lily.

“What the hell?!” Felix all but yelled into his mic, obviously shocked just like everyone else who was still alive.

“Now that’s... a lot of bodies” Sykkuno mumbled under his breath.

“Alright, who’s in Shields? Y/N, you said you found the body there, which one?”

“Poki’s, Corpse was there with me” her reply was followed by his short and low hum.

“Sykkuno, where are you? I didn’t see you anywhere since the last round.” Felix asked, clearly accusing the lime astronaut of being a murderer.

“I was... doing the wires in electrical, Toast was there for a moment as well.”

“Yeah but I was only searching for the body, so I saw you maybe for a second” Toast replied, building even more suspicions around Sykkuno.

“But- guys, you know I wouldn’t kill two people in one round, let alone four of them.”

“No one says you did that, I only mentioned that you were nowhere to be seen. You could’ve been sabotaging the map for the other Impostor” Felix said nonchalantly.

“Guys, I-”

“It’s him! It must be him!” Rae shouted through her mic.

“Sykkuno is 100% innocent, I can vouch for him” Y/N’s voice sounded out in everyone’s headphones “We were together since the start of the game and he didn’t kill me, even though he had quite a number of chances to do so.”

“Weren’t you with Corpse this time?” Felix asked suspiciously.

“I was! But at the beginning, I was with Sykkuno, until someone locked him in Cafeteria. That’s when we split up.”

“And you haven’t seen him ever since?”

“Well, no, but-”

“Then I can assure you it was only a matter of time before he’d stab you in the back” Toast concluded, making Sykkuno gasp in confusion.

“Wha- No, I would never do that! Y/N is our guest, I was just making sure she was okay!”

“Sykkuno, simping won’t save your life right now”

“Wha- I- Guys!” he tried to stutter out some logical explanation “Y/N, don’t believe them!”

“I don’t, I know you’re innocent! C’mon guys, he wouldn’t do it!”

“Yeah yeah, let’s kick him out. Corpse, who are you voting?” Toast asked, and Y/N could see the I voted sign next to his character.

“I kinda feel like Felix tries to shift the blame onto Sykkuno. He didn’t even tell his location, and was already throwing accusations on someone else.” Corpse replied after a moment, making the smile widen on Y/N’s face. Someone was finally on her side!

“That’s because he can’t even explain himself!” Felix exclaimed, voting as well.

“Besides, I’m pretty sure if it wasn’t for whoever locked that door, Y/N would be dead as well!”

“No, I told you I-!”

“Guys, we have ten seconds to vote. Rae?”

“I think it’s him as well. He was acting suspiciously since we started this round. I vote Sykkuno”

“But..!”

“No, Sykkuno...” Y/N whispered with a pout on her lips, when she saw the number of people who voted for her lime friend.

Sykkuno was ejected.

“Alright, I’m pretty sure it’s Felix. I saw Rae multiple times and she didn’t kill me, Toast also doesn’t act very Impostor like, but maybe that’s just one of his strategies... Corpse is with me again, I don’t think that’s him, I mean, he followed me around last round, but still didn’t do anything, and even vouched for me and Sykkuno when we were both clearly chilling in comms. It can’t be him... right?”

Dead body reported.

“I just saw Corpse kill Toast, then vent!” Rae’s voice blared through Y/N’s headphones, as she looked in shock at the red cross next to Toast’s name. If not him, then..?

“What?” the accused man asked calmly “That’s a self-report, she’s trying to frame me. You guys can’t possibly believe her.”

“I believe her. I saw you enter the Electrical with Toast, then he’s suddenly dead” Felix said.

“That’s because she vented in there and killed him.”

“No! I swear, Y/N/N you have to believe me!” she directed her words towards the girl who remained silent during their discussion, processing her accusations over and over in her head. “I was fixing the wires, Toast was doing another task, and then boom! I see Corpse snapping his neck!”

“How could you see that if the lights were off?” Y/N suddenly asked, making Rae cut her own sentence off “No one went to fix them, they were off the entire round.”

Silence.

“It’s Rae, it must be her” Corpse couldn’t help but laugh wholeheartedly at how small was the mistake which completely blew Rae’s cover. “We’re voting Rae, right Y/N?”

“No! Guys, I mean, let me explain, I-!”

Rae was ejected.

“Now that was something I didn’t expect. I would’ve never thought it was her, I even suspected that Sykkuno might really have been the other Impostor, but now... It’s just me, Corpse, and Felix. I’m clear, clearly, so it must be one of them. And since Corpse protected me for the past few rounds, there’s no other option than...”

Her eyes suddenly widened when the realization hit her, and she quickly turned around to speed towards the emergency button. Fortunately, no one was around to stop her from calling the meeting.

“Felix.” Y/N started, trying to contain her excitement and sound seriously “Where were you when Sean was killed?”

Neither Corpse of Felix said a word, as it was probably the last question they expected her to ask. Felix cleared his throat, however, and finally replied:

“Y/N, that was literally the beginning of a game. How am I supposed to remember what I did then?”

“Well” she said nonchalantly “I, for example, clearly remember the things you said even when we were in the lobby.”

“What are you implying?”

“Wasn’t it you, who told everyone that Sean was your number one if you get Impostor?” she asked with a wicked smile on her face. Felix was dumbfounded, he obviously didn’t expect her to pull that card on him, hell, he didn’t even know how she knew about it since she wasn’t even in the call at the time.

“FELIX” Corpse suddenly broke the silence, simultaneously breaking the said man from his train of thoughts.

“Okay, first of all- YOU WEREN’T EVEN IN THE CALL WHEN I SAID THAT” he yelled through his mic, making both Y/N and Corpse laugh, as it only confirmed their suspicions.

“See? You only proved my point.”

“Oh, fuck’s sake- I was just joking okay?!” he tried to defend himself, but hearing how he couldn’t even contain his own laughter anymore, it was clear he already accepted the defeat. “It wasn’t serious, god damn it!”

“You know what to do, Y/N” Corpse’s voice asked through her headphones, and surely, she knew exactly what to do.

“C’mon Y/N, that’s not fair! At least let me explain myself!”

“Bye Felix” she said in an overly dramatic tone before Corpse voted as well.

Soon enough, the sign VICTORY could be seen on her screen, which made her squeak and joy. This game was really fun, even though she was so scared of being killed first.

“I knew it! I knew you would figure out it’s him! That son of a bitch who murdered me!” Jack basically yelled out, clearly very happy about the result.

“Y/N, seriously now, how did you know I’ve said that?” Felix asked without even hiding his surprised tone.

“Let’s just say I might’ve stolen some of your viewers, Felix” she admitted, winking at her webcam, a new wave of comments landing on her chat. “Thanks guys!”

“Okay, that is rude and not fair!”

“It helped me win, so I’ve got nothing else to say” Y/N grinned from ear to ear, before muting herself for a moment to finally answer some of the questions from her chat, while the rest took a quick break to eat something or go to the bathroom.

She was halfway through telling the story of how she met Sean when she noticed she got a message from a private discord chat.

CORPSE: That was really impressive :)

Y/N smiled to herself upon seeing his text and quickly typed out the answer.

Y/N: Thanks!! I wouldn’t have done that without you though, you stood up for me and Sykkuno and all

Y/N: Also, thanks for protecting me from being murdered ^^

CORPSE: No problem, I knew you were innocent right away.

CORPSE: Anyway, good game, Sean was right saying that you’re one of the best players

She couldn’t help the blush that arose on her cheeks, it was very sweet of him to say that, even though she didn’t actually do much except for exposing Felix.

Y/N: I wasn’t an Impostor though, so you didn’t really see much :)

She watched the three dots beside his name, that signaled he was still texting. The chat was completely forgotten, but people seemed to quickly notice that small, shy smile on her lips, and the pink tint decoring her cheeks.

CORPSE: Okay, now I’m intrigued...

Y/N: Maybe we’ll both be Impostors one day ^^

CORPSE: Can’t wait for that to happen.

Soon enough, they returned to the lobby to begin another game. Y/N glanced at her chat for a second, and the moment she returned her eyes to the game, her jaw basically dropped.

IMPOSTOR was written in bold letters in the middle of the red screen, right above her name.

Corpse’s little character was standing beside her.

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