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Aguni Morizono x Short & Flirty!GN Reader

Headcanon: “The Height of Trouble”

“Keep looking at me like that, soldier, and I might just climb you like a ladder.”

• Aguni is stoic, quiet, and intense, which is exactly why you love pushing his buttons. Being short never stopped you—if anything, you use it as ammo.

• You're always flirting—especially at the worst (or best) times. While he’s sharpening a weapon?

“You always that good with your hands, or is it just for me?”

After a fight, covered in blood?

“Bet you’d look even hotter pinning me to a wall instead of the enemy.”

• Aguni tries to act annoyed, growling low in his throat, jaw tight, but his ears go red every single time. He never says it, but he secretly loves how bold you are.

• You make him feel alive. You love climbing into his space. Literally. He’s all broad shoulders and height, so you’ll tug his shirt and go,

“Come closer. I got something to say to that handsome face.”

When he leans down—thinking it’s serious—you steal a kiss and run, but in the end, he always catches you.

• The others tease him constantly.

“You sure that little cutie’s not the one in charge, Aguni?”

“He/She flirts more in a day than you’ve smiled in a year.”

• Aguni just scowls… but no one misses the way he unconsciously checks where you are every five minutes.

• When you're injured or vulnerable, that’s when he really shows his feelings. He’ll kneel beside you, cup your face gently, and say low:

“Stop being reckless. I don’t care how short you are—you’ll still leave a hole too big to fill.”

And you, of course, will ruin the moment with a smirk:

“Admit it, you like your partner travel-sized.”

• He groans—lifts you off your feet effortlessly—and shuts you up with a kiss. But if anyone ever mocks your height seriously, Aguni is instantly behind them like a shadow.

“Say it again. I dare you.”

No one does.

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ᵀʰᵉ ʰᵘᵐᶦᵈ ᵃᶦʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵃᵍᵉ ʰᵘⁿᵍ ᵗʰᶦᶜᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ʰᵉᵃᵛʸ, ˢᵐᵉˡˡᶦⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵒᶦˡ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʷᵉᵃᵗ. ᴵⁿˢᶦᵈᵉ, ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ, ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ ᵉᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᶜᵒⁿᶜᵉⁿᵗʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ᵗᶦⁿᵏᵉʳᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᶦᶻᵉᵈ ᵐᵒᵗᵒʳᶜʸᶜˡᵉ. ᵀᵃᵗˢᵘʸᵃ ˡᵉᵃⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ᵃ ˢᵗᵃᶜᵏ ᵒᶠ ᵗᶦʳᵉˢ, ᵃʳᵐˢ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ, ᵃ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗ ᵒᵇˢᵉʳᵛᵉʳ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ʸᵒᵘ, [ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ], ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʰᶦʳᵈ ᵖᶦˡˡᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵘᵍᵉⁿ.

ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ˢˡᶦᵍʰᵗˡʸ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ, ⁿᵉᵃʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵗʳᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ᶠᶦˣᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ'ˢ ʷᵒʳᵏ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ ᵐᶦˡᵉˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗ ʷᵉᵃᵖᵒⁿ ᵒᶠ ᴹᵘᵍᵉⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵗʰᵉʸ ᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵃᵗ ᵖʳᵒᵇˡᵉᵐˢ ᵗʰᵉʸ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ. ʸᵒᵘʳ ʳᵉᵖᵘᵗᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᵖʳᵉᶜᵉᵈᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘ, ᵃ ˢʰᵃᵈᵒʷ ʷʰᶦˢᵖᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ʰᵘˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗᵒⁿᵉˢ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶦᵐᵖᵉⁿᵉᵗʳᵃᵇˡᵉ, ᵃ ᶠᵒʳᵗʳᵉˢˢ ᵒᶠ ˢᵗᵒᶦᶜᶦˢᵐ. ᴬᵗ ˡᵉᵃˢᵗ, ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵒⁿᵉ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉˡᶦᵉᵛᵉ.

ᵀʰᵉⁿ ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ ʰᵃᵖᵖᵉⁿᵉᵈ.

ᵀʰᵉ ᵐᵉᵐᵒʳʸ ᵒᶠ ʰᶦᵐ ʳᵃᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ ᶠˡᵃˢʰᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵐᶦⁿᵈ. ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵃʷ ᵉⁿᵉʳᵍʸ, ᵗʰᵉ ʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢˢ ᵃᵇᵃⁿᵈᵒⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵃʸ ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵘⁿ ᵍˡᶦⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᵘⁿʳᵘˡʸ ʰᵃᶦʳ. ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵈᶦˢᵐᶦˢˢᵉᵈ ᶦᵗ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʸᵖᶦᶜᵃˡ ᵇʳᵃᵛᵃᵈᵒ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ⁿᵉʷᶜᵒᵐᵉʳ, ʸᵉᵗ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ʰᵃᵈ ˢⁿᵃᵍᵍᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃᵗᵗᵉⁿᵗᶦᵒⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ʰᶦˢ ᵃᵘᵈᵃᶜᶦᵗʸ, ʰᶦˢ ˢʰᵉᵉʳ ⁿᵉʳᵛᵉ ᵗᵒ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ. ᴮᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵉʷ ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵒʷⁿ ᶦᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵐᵒʳᵉ.

“ᴬˡʳᶦᵍʰᵗ, ᵃˡʳᶦᵍʰᵗ! ᴸᵉᵗ’ˢ ˢᵉᵉ ᶦᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵈᵃᵐⁿ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʳᵘⁿˢ!” ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ ᶜᵃˡˡᵉᵈ, ʷᶦᵖᶦⁿᵍ ᵍʳᵉᵃˢᵉ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ʰᶦˢ ᵇʳᵒʷ. ᵀʰᵉ ʳᵒᵃʳ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᶦⁿᵉ ᶠᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵃᵍᵉ. ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ, ⁿᵉʷˡʸ ᶦⁿᵈᵘᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ᴹᵘᵍᵉⁿ, ˢᵗᵒᵒᵈ ᵍʳᶦⁿⁿᶦⁿᵍ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ᵃ ᶠᵒᵒˡ, ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ᵇʳᶦᵍʰᵗ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃᵈᵐᶦʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ.

"ᴺᵒᵗ ᵇᵃᵈ, ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ!" ʰᵉ ˢʰᵒᵘᵗᵉᵈ ᵒᵛᵉʳ ᵗʰᵉ ⁿᵒᶦˢᵉ. "ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵ ᵇᵉᵗ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ!"

ᴷᵒʰᵃᵏᵘ ᵏᶦˡˡᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵉ ᵉⁿᵍᶦⁿᵉ, ᵃ ˢᵐᶦʳᵏ ᵖˡᵃʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʰᶦˢ ˡᶦᵖˢ. “ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ᵐᵉ, ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ? ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵖʳᵒᵛᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳˢᵉˡᶠ? ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗᵗᵃ ᵇᵉᵃᵗ ʰᶦᵐ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ.” ᴴᵉ ⁿᵒᵈᵈᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ.

ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ’ˢ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ ˢⁿᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ, ʰᶦˢ ᵍʳᶦⁿ ʷᶦᵈᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ. ᴬ ˢᵖᵃʳᵏ ᶠˡᶦᶜᵏᵉʳᵉᵈ ᶦⁿ ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ, ᵃ ᶜʰᵃˡˡᵉⁿᵍᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ, ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᑫᵘᶦᵗᵉ ᵈᵉᶜᶦᵖʰᵉʳ.

ᴬⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᶦᵗ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵍᵃᵘⁿᵗˡᵉᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒʷⁿ. ᵀʰᵉ ʷᵃʳ ᵈᵉᶜˡᵃʳᵉᵈ.

ᵀʰᵉ ⁿᵉˣᵗ ᶠᵉʷ ʷᵉᵉᵏˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵃ ʷʰᶦʳˡʷᶦⁿᵈ. ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ ᵇᵉᶜᵃᵐᵉ ᵃ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ. ᴵⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵗʳᵃᶦⁿᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵃʳᵈ, ʰᵉ’ᵈ ᵖᵘˢʰ ʰᶦᵐˢᵉˡᶠ ʰᵃʳᵈᵉʳ, ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗᵃⁿᵗˡʸ ᵍˡᵃⁿᶜᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈᶦʳᵉᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ, ʰᶦˢ ��ᵒᵛᵉᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ ᶠᵘᵉˡᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵃ ʰᵘⁿᵍᵉʳ ᵗ�� ᶦᵐᵖʳᵉˢˢ. ᴰᵘʳᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵗʳᵃᵗᵉᵍʸ ˢᵉˢˢᶦᵒⁿˢ, ʰᵉ'ᵈ ᵖᵉᵖᵖᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᑫᵘᵉˢᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ, ᵗᵉˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵃᵗᶦᵉⁿᶜᵉ, ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠᵃᶜᵃᵈᵉ. ᴴᵉ'ᵈ ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵉⁿᵍᶦⁿᵉᵉʳ ˢᵐᵃˡˡ, ᶦⁿˢᶦᵍⁿᶦᶠᶦᶜᵃⁿᵗ ˢᶜᵘᶠᶠˡᵉˢ, ᵃ ˢʰᵒᵛᵉ ʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵃ ᑫᵘᶦᶜᵏ ᵍʳᵃᵖᵖˡᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵉⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᶦⁿᶠᵘʳᶦᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ, ᵗʳᶦᵘᵐᵖʰᵃⁿᵗ ᵍʳᶦⁿ.

ᴼⁿᵉ ᵉᵛᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵒʷⁿ ᵇᶦᵏᵉ, ᵗʰᵉ ʳʰʸᵗʰᵐᶦᶜ ᶜˡᵃⁿᵍ ᵒᶠ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ ᵒⁿ ᵐᵉᵗᵃˡ ᵃ ˢᵒᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᶜᵒᵘⁿᵗᵉʳᵖᵒᶦⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢ ᶦⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃᵈ.

"ᵀᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵈᵃʸ, [ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ]?" ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ'ˢ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᶜᵘᵗ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˡᵒᵒᵏ ᵘᵖ.

"ᴮᵘˢʸ," ʸᵒᵘ ᵍʳᵘⁿᵗᵉᵈ, ᵗᶦᵍʰᵗᵉⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵃ ᵇᵒˡᵗ.

ᴴᵉ ˡᵉᵃⁿᵉᵈ ᵃᵍᵃᶦⁿˢᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳᵏᵇᵉⁿᶜʰ, ʰᶦˢ ᵖʳᵉˢᵉⁿᶜᵉ ʳᵃᵈᶦᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʰᵉᵃᵗ. "ʸᵒᵘ ᵃˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵇᵘˢʸ?"

"ᴬˡʷᵃʸˢ," ʸᵒᵘ ʳᵉᵖˡᶦᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᶠˡᵃᵗ.

"ᴺᵒ ᶠᵘⁿ," ʰᵉ ᶜʰᵘᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ. "ʸᵒᵘ ᵉᵛᵉʳ ʲᵘˢᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, ʳᵉˡᵃˣ?"

ʸᵒᵘ ᶠᶦⁿᵃˡˡʸ ᵐᵉᵗ ʰᶦˢ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ. ᴴᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᶜᶦⁿᵍ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵐᶦˢᶜʰᶦᵉᶠ, ᵇᵘᵗ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ᵉˡˢᵉ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵃ ᵍᵉⁿᵘᶦⁿᵉ ᶜᵘʳᶦᵒˢᶦᵗʸ. ᴵᵗ ʷᵃˢ ᵘⁿˢᵉᵗᵗˡᶦⁿᵍ.

"ᴿᵉˡᵃˣᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿ ᶦˢ ᵃ ˡᵘˣᵘʳʸ ᴵ ᶜᵃⁿⁿᵒᵗ ᵃᶠᶠᵒʳᵈ," ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃᵗᵉᵈ, ᵗᵘʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵇᵃᶜᵏ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷᵒʳᵏ.

"ᴸᵘˣᵘʳʸ? ᶜ'ᵐᵒⁿ, ᵉᵛᵉⁿ ᵃˢˢᵃˢˢᶦⁿˢ ʰᵃᵛᵉ ᵈᵃʸˢ ᵒᶠᶠ," ʰᵉ ᵗᵉᵃˢᵉᵈ.

ʸᵒᵘ ˢˡᵃᵐᵐᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʷʳᵉⁿᶜʰ ᵈᵒʷⁿ, ᵗʰᵉ ˢᵒᵘⁿᵈ ᵉᶜʰᵒᶦⁿᵍ ᶦⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᵍᵃʳᵃᵍᵉ. "ᴸᵉᵃᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ, ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ."

ᴴᵉ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ᶠˡᶦⁿᶜʰ. ᴴᵉ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵍʳᶦⁿⁿᵉᵈ. "ᴹᵃᵏᵉ ᵐᵉ."

ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʳᵒˢˢᵉᵈ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃʳᵐˢ, ᵗʳʸᶦⁿᵍ ᵗᵒ ᶜᵒⁿᵛᵉʸ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵃⁿⁿᵒʸᵃⁿᶜᵉ, ᵇᵘᵗ ʸᵒᵘʳ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗᵇᵉᵃᵗ ˢᵖᵉᵈ ᵘᵖ – ᵃ ʳᵉᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵉˢᵖᵉʳᵃᵗᵉˡʸ ᵗʳᶦᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ˢᵘᵖᵖʳᵉˢˢ. ᴳᵒᵈ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ ʷᶦᵖᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ˢᵐᶦʳᵏ ᵒᶠᶠ ʰᶦˢ ᶠᵃᶜᵉ. ᴱᵛᵉⁿ ᵐᵒʳᵉ, ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃⁿᵗᵉᵈ ᵗᵒ…

"ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ, [ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ], ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᑫᵘᶦᵉᵗ, ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵘʳᵉ ᵈᵒ ᵐᵃᵏᵉ ᵃ ˡᵒᵗ ᵒᶠ ⁿᵒᶦˢᵉ," ʰᵉ ˢᵃᶦᵈ ˢᵒᶠᵗˡʸ, ʰᶦˢ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ˡᵃᶜᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵃ ᵖˡᵃʸᶠᵘˡ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳᵗᵒⁿᵉ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᶜˡᵒˢᵉʳ, ᶦⁿᵛᵃᵈᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿᵃˡ ˢᵖᵃᶜᵉ. ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ˢᵐᵉˡˡ ᵗʰᵉ ˢʷᵉᵃᵗ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵒᶦˡ ᵒⁿ ʰᶦˢ ˢᵏᶦⁿ, ᵃ ˢᵗʳᵃⁿᵍᵉˡʸ ᶦⁿᵗᵒˣᶦᶜᵃᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᶜᵉⁿᵗ.

"ᵀˢᵘᵏᵘᵐᵒ," ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃʳⁿᵉᵈ, ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵛᵒᶦᶜᵉ ᵈᵃⁿᵍᵉʳᵒᵘˢˡʸ ˡᵒʷ.

ᴴᵉ ˢᵗᵒᵖᵖᵉᵈ, ʲᵘˢᵗ ᶦⁿᶜʰᵉˢ ᵃʷᵃʸ, ʰᶦˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ ˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵒⁿ ʸᵒᵘʳˢ. ᵀʰᵉ ᵃᶦʳ ᶜʳᵃᶜᵏˡᵉᵈ ʷᶦᵗʰ ᵗᵉⁿˢᶦᵒⁿ. "ᵂʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵗʰᵉ ᵐᵃᵗᵗᵉʳ, [ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ]? ᴬᵐ ᴵ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᶦⁿ?"

ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵍᵉᵗᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵘⁿᵈᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢᵏᶦⁿ, ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗˢ, ᶦⁿᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵈʳᵉᵃᵐˢ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵃ ᵛᶦʳᵘˢ, ˢˡᵒʷˡʸ ᶜᵒʳʳᵘᵖᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜᵃʳᵉᶠᵘˡˡʸ ᶜᵒⁿˢᵗʳᵘᶜᵗᵉᵈ ᵈᵉᶠᵉⁿˢᵉˢ.

"ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ʷᵃˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵗᶦᵐᵉ," ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵃᶦᵈ, ᵗᵘʳⁿᶦⁿᵍ ᵃʷᵃʸ.

ᴴᵉ ˡᵃᵘᵍʰᵉᵈ, ᵃ ˡᵒʷ ʳᵘᵐᵇˡᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵛᶦᵇʳᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵉˢᵗ. "ᴼʰ, ᴵ ᵈᵒⁿ'ᵗ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏ ˢᵒ. ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐᵒʳᵉ ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵉˢᵗᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵉᵗ ᵒⁿ, [ʸᵒᵘʳ ᴺᵃᵐᵉ]. ᴵ'ˡˡ ᶠᶦᵍᵘʳᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵒᵘᵗ."

ᴴᵉ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ, ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰˡᵉˢˢ ᵃⁿᵈ ˢʰᵃᵏᵉⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ. ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ʰᶦᵐ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᵉᵉᶦⁿᵍ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ʸᵒᵘ, ᶠᵒʳ ᶦᵍⁿᶦᵗᶦⁿᵍ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵒᵘᵍʰᵗ ʸᵒᵘ'ᵈ ᵇᵘʳᶦᵉᵈ ˡᵒⁿᵍ ᵃᵍᵒ. ᴮᵘᵗ ᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵒᶠ ᵃˡˡ, ʸᵒᵘ ʰᵃᵗᵉᵈ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈⁿ'ᵗ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᵗʰᶦⁿᵏᶦⁿᵍ ᵃᵇᵒᵘᵗ ʰᶦᵐ. ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵉʳᵉ ᶠᵃˡˡᶦⁿᵍ, ˢᶦˡᵉⁿᵗˡʸ ᵃⁿᵈ ᶦʳʳᵉᵛᵒᶜᵃᵇˡʸ, ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉʳᵉ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵒᵗʰᶦⁿᵍ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵒᵘˡᵈ ᵈᵒ ᵗᵒ ˢᵗᵒᵖ ᶦᵗ. ᴬⁿᵈ ᵖᵉʳʰᵃᵖˢ, ᵈᵉᵉᵖ ᵈᵒʷⁿ, ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᶦᵈⁿ'ᵗ ʷᵃⁿᵗ ᵗᵒ.

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Nothing to Hide

Madara Uchiha x GN! Reader

The dawn light filtered gently through the curtains of Y/N's bedroom, casting a warm glow over the cozy space. Nestled together under the covers, Y/N and Madara Uchiha lay peacefully, their arms wrapped around each other in a tight embrace. The secret of their relationship had been carefully guarded for months, their love growing stronger with each stolen moment and whispered confession.

Today was Y/N's birthday, a day they had decided to spend quietly together, away from prying eyes. As they lay in each other's arms, the world outside seemed to disappear, leaving only the warmth and comfort of their shared intimacy.

But outside Y/N's house, a different plan was unfolding. Unbeknownst to the couple, Y/N's friends had decided to surprise them with an early morning birthday visit. Hashirama, Tobirama, Izuna, Kakashi, Tsunade, Obito, and Itachi had all gathered, excitement and mischief written across their faces.

Hashirama, the ringleader of the group, grinned widely as he whispered to the others, "Alright, everyone ready? On the count of three, we burst in and surprise Y/N! One... two... three!"

The door to Y/N's house burst open, and the group of friends poured in, laughter and cheers filling the air. They made their way through the house, calling out birthday greetings, their voices growing louder as they approached Y/N's bedroom.

As they flung open the bedroom door, the jubilant shouts abruptly stopped. The sight before them was unexpected and left them all momentarily speechless. There, on the bed, Y/N and Madara lay intertwined, their faces serene and content in sleep, arms securely wrapped around each other.

Hashirama was the first to recover from the shock. "Well, well," he said with a chuckle, "looks like our birthday surprise has turned into quite the discovery."

Tsunade smirked, folding her arms. "So this is why Y/N's been so happy lately. Makes sense."

Izuna, Madara's younger brother, shook his head with a mixture of amusement and disbelief. "I knew something was up, but I didn't expect this."

Kakashi raised an eyebrow, his usual calm demeanor unruffled. "This certainly explains a lot."

Obito and Itachi exchanged glances, both trying to suppress their laughter. "Guess the cat's out of the bag now," Obito remarked, grinning.

The commotion finally stirred Madara and Y/N from their sleep. Blinking groggily, they looked around in confusion, only to see their friends standing in the doorway, grinning and smirking at them.

Madara's cheeks flushed slightly as he tightened his hold on Y/N, not quite ready to let go. "What are you all doing here?" he asked, trying to sound composed despite the situation.

Hashirama laughed, stepping forward. "Happy birthday, Y/N! We wanted to surprise you, but it looks like you two had a surprise of your own."

Y/N's face turned a deep shade of crimson, but they couldn't help but smile. "Thanks, everyone. I guess the secret's out now."

Tsunade nodded, her expression softening. "It's about time, too. We're happy for you both."

Izuna clapped a hand on Madara's shoulder. "You could have told me, brother. I would have kept your secret."

Madara sighed, a small smile playing on his lips. "I suppose it was bound to come out eventually."

Kakashi glanced around at the room. "Well, now that we're all here, how about we celebrate Y/N's birthday properly?"

Obito and Itachi nodded in agreement, and soon, the room was filled with laughter and conversation as the group of friends settled in, sharing stories and planning the day's festivities.

As the morning light continued to fill the room, Y/N and Madara exchanged a glance, their hands still clasped tightly together. Though their secret was no longer theirs alone, the love they shared remained as strong as ever, now buoyed by the support and joy of their closest friends...

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Rivals to Lovers

Sasuke Uchiha x F! Reader

Sasuke Uchiha was used to being the best at everything. He excelled in academics, sports, and was the most popular guy in school. Despite his aloof demeanor, he had a horde of fan girls who worshipped the ground he walked on. Among them were Sakura, Ino, and Karin, who competed fiercely for his attention.

Y/N, on the other hand, was different. Shy, innocent, and with a unique taste in men, she was nothing like the other girls. She lived a normal life and preferred to stay out of the spotlight. Yet, she was the only one who ever came close to beating Sasuke in academics. This made them fierce rivals, always competing to see who would come out on top.

Sasuke couldn't help but admire her determination and intellect. Unlike his fan girls, Y/N didn't fawn over him. She treated him like any other classmate, which intrigued him. Over time, his admiration for her grew, but he kept his feelings to himself.

One afternoon, as Sasuke was about to leave the school, he heard voices coming from around the corner. Recognizing the harsh tones of Sakura, Ino, and Karin, he decided to investigate. To his dismay, he saw Y/N cornered by the trio, their jealousy palpable.

"You think you're so special just because you get good grades?" Sakura sneered.

"Yeah, you're nothing compared to us," Ino added, crossing her arms.

Karin smirked. "Stay away from Sasuke, got it?"

Y/N, trying to maintain her composure, looked down, her hands trembling slightly. Just as Sakura reached out to push her, Sasuke stepped in.

"That's enough," he said coldly, his dark eyes narrowing at the girls.

"Sasuke-kun!" Sakura exclaimed, trying to hide her surprise.

"You're all so pathetic," Sasuke continued, his tone icy. "Bullying someone just because you're jealous? It's disgusting."

The trio looked at each other, their confidence faltering under Sasuke's glare. Without another word, they turned and fled, leaving Sasuke and Y/N alone.

"Are you okay?" Sasuke asked, his voice softening as he turned to Y/N.

Y/N nodded, still a bit shaken. "Thank you, Sasuke."

"Don't mention it," he replied, his usual stoic expression breaking into a small, rare smile. "How about we get out of here? I know a great ramen place nearby."

Surprised but grateful, Y/N agreed. They walked together to the ramen restaurant, the atmosphere between them gradually becoming more relaxed. As they chatted over steaming bowls of ramen, they discovered they had more in common than they thought. Their conversation flowed naturally, filled with laughter and mutual respect.

For the first time, Sasuke found himself truly enjoying someone's company. Y/N's genuine personality and different outlook on life fascinated him. Y/N, on her part, saw a side of Sasuke she had never seen before—kind, protective, and surprisingly warm.

By the end of the evening, it was clear that something had changed between them. Their rivalry had transformed into something deeper, something neither of them had expected.

As they walked back, Sasuke took Y/N's hand in his, a gesture that felt both new and right. "Let's do this again sometime," he said, his eyes meeting hers with a sincerity that made her heart skip a beat.

"I'd like that," Y/N replied, her smile lighting up the night.

And so, what started as a rivalry blossomed into a relationship built on mutual admiration and respect, proving that sometimes, the best things come from the most unexpected places.

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Unexpected Game

Madara Uchiha x Male Reader

Warning!: Alcohols are mentioned. Let me know if there's any other I forgot!

In the dimly lit VIP room of a lavish nightclub, the clinking of billiard balls echoed through the air as Madara Uchiha, a formidable figure in the underworld, engaged in a friendly game with his gang members. His presence commanded respect, and his piercing gaze held an air of authority that left no room for dissent.

Meanwhile, behind the polished mahogany bar, Y/N worked diligently, expertly mixing drinks for the club's affluent clientele. His demeanor was calm and collected, his movements fluid as he navigated through the bustling crowd with ease. Little did he know that his ordinary night would soon take a dramatic turn.

As fate would have it, Y/N was tasked with serving Madara and his entourage, a seemingly routine assignment that would alter the course of his life forever. Approaching their table with a tray of drinks in hand, he couldn't help but feel a sense of apprehension in the presence of the notorious gang leader.

"Your drinks, gentlemen," Y/N said, his voice steady despite the nerves that threatened to betray him.

Madara's eyes flickered with interest as he surveyed the bartender before him, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. "Thank you, Y/N," he replied, his voice smooth as silk. "Tell me, what's a fine bartender like yourself doing in a place like this?"

A faint blush tinted Y/N's cheeks as he met Madara's gaze, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just trying to make a living, I suppose," he replied with a nervous chuckle. "Nothing too exciting."

But before their conversation could continue, a challenger emerged from the shadows, his eyes alight with determination as he faced off against Madara in a high-stakes game of billiards. Sensing an opportunity to assert his dominance, Madara turned to Y/N with a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Care to make things interesting, Y/N?" Madara said, his voice laced with subtle suggestion. "How about you become my lucky charm for this shot?"

Caught off guard by the unexpected proposition, Y/N hesitated for a moment before nodding reluctantly, his curiosity piqued despite the unease that gnawed at his gut. With a flick of his wrist, Madara positioned Y/N on the billiard table, the cool surface pressing against his back as the ball rested precariously on his lips.

And as Madara lined up his shot with a confidence that bordered on arrogance, Y/N held his breath, his heart racing with anticipation. With a smooth motion, Madara struck the cue ball, sending it hurtling towards its target with unerring precision.

To Y/N's astonishment, the ball soared into the air, performing a series of improbable ricochets before finally finding its mark, sinking into the designated pocket with a satisfying clack. And as the room erupted into applause, Y/N couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement coursing through his veins, a newfound sense of exhilaration born from the unlikeliest of encounters.

As the billiard ball found its mark, Madara's lips curled into a triumphant smirk, his eyes locking with Y/N's in silent acknowledgment of their unexpected victory. With a graceful motion, he helped Y/N off the table, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary, sending a shiver down Y/N's spine.

"Quite the shot," Y/N remarked, unable to hide the admiration in his voice as he straightened his rumpled attire.

Madara chuckled, his laughter deep and melodious as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Y/N's ear. "Perhaps luck is on our side tonight," he whispered, his tone laced with promise.

And as the night wore on, the tension between them simmered beneath the surface, an invisible thread binding them together in a dance of desire and anticipation. With a knowing glint in his eye, Madara turned to Y/N, a playful smile playing on his lips.

"You know," he began, his voice low and seductive, "I have a feeling this night is far from over. How about we continue this conversation over a drink at my place?"

Y/N's heart skipped a beat at the suggestion, his mind racing with the possibilities that lay ahead. With a coy smile, he nodded in agreement, his curiosity outweighing any lingering doubts.

And so, with a sense of anticipation hanging in the air like a whisper, Madara and Y/N embarked on a journey into the unknown, their destinies intertwined by the whims of fate and the promise of a night filled with endless possibilities. As they made their way to Madara's lavish penthouse, the city lights shimmering like stars in the distance, they both knew that this was only the beginning of their thrilling adventure together.

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random brainroot- while i love a yandere that hides their darling away, i also love the idea of one that, either because they are powerful enough that they have connections every where, or they made it clear that they would hurt the people darling holds dear if they try anything, but they let them wander free, have adventures and see the world, knowing very, very well that still they cant escape them no matter how far they go.

Madara Uchiha and Gilgamesh were the first ones that came to mind as I read this.

Carrying the Uchiha name is already a bad omen to most people who cross paths and blades with him but once he's clan head it's fair game. The ways he makes you feel inferior is by constantly telling you how weak you are and how you'll never make it out alive in this cruel world. He tells your stories of his youth, tales that any sane person would want to forget but they clutch onto him like mud, tainting his perception of you and ultimately sharing his sentiment of how in his own way he truly does love you and wants to protect you, even if he has a hard time saying the latter part.

Just merely glancing at him one can see the heavy look in Madara's eyes, how he watches your every move no matter how small and insignificant, he is always watching. That damned sharingan of his only makes the situation even more frightening than it out to be, the red color suddenly overtaking his usually onyx eyes as anyone foolish enough that comes close to you suddenly feels the need to simply floor it.

He's a bit hesitant in letting you wander as you please but there are times when he's in the mood for a walk and he's there to accompany you. He's confident in protecting you from anything and anyone that might strike.

This arrogant prick I swear, I have no words when it comes to him. Literally everything you are, have and will be is his to claim, his to touch, his to love, his to protect, his to obsess. With the way he casually brushes you off most of the time you couldn't be blamed for thinking that he just did not care about you at all but if your senses are keen enough you'll be able to see how his gaze lingers on your body a lot more than it ought to, how strained he is to actually listen to what you're saying. In truth he's actually absorbing everything you say like a sponge, nothing goes unnoticed by him.

He's also curious about your own endeavors and adventures, please do be so kind as to entertain him with your many stories, he would love to hear them all. Now now, don't be shy, be as detailed and graphic as you want, don't spare any expense.

Gilgamesh likes to say that he could toss you aside any time he wanted and there is truth in that statement. He could use you and toss you away like a piece of garbage but the only difference is that he doesn't want to.

Even if you manage to escape, even if you do anything that gets you far away, you should know that he allowed you to do so. He likes the chase, he likes to see you squirm and there is no greater prize than you in his arms, tired, bloody and exhausted and him smirking proudly, knowing that no matter where you go, what universe you travel to, not even death can tear you apart from him.

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Hello pookies! I've made this one because i saw a very VERY hot edit of Johny Depp as Captain Jack Sparrow and of course, I'm a simp and into older people. so I hope this explain a lot.

Also you can also read this in my Tumblr acc.!

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"Captain, are you sure this is a wise idea? I mean, were in Tortuga. What if he knows were here?" One of your crew asked, as you and the crew stepped out of the ship one by one.

You turned around to face them. A stern look on your face.

"Its fine, beside we've been sailing for two years and land is the only place where that bastard Jack Sparrow can't steal nor touch my things," You explained. Ever since Jack had heard of your name and titles, Jack has been visiting you and your crew for almost 1 and a half years now and it annoyed you so much that you could murder anyone.

"Were just gonna have a little walk and try to relax today. Were gonna meet here again and leave tomorrow at 7 in the morning. For now, just enjoy the time." You finished your sentence and the crew nodded to you.

"Aye aye, captain!" They cheered happily before walking away into different directions.

You sighed tiredly as you started to relax your tense body.

maybe today will be a relaxing day.

You then walked around the place, visiting different store and even went to a library. You decided to stop at your favorite bar but as you get closer to the main entrance, you saw a huge fight, people gathered around and shouting, others even bet some money of who will win. You stopped at your tracks and turned back around. You couldn't and won't ever waste your precious time hearing the sound of fight and the sound of glasses shatter into small pieces. You sighed irritated but took a deep breath to calm yourself. You won't let anything ruin your day today.

I guess the library is the best choice then.

You walked back to the library and spend the rest of your time there, reading books, novels, and even learned something on the books called Science. You were sitting at the same place which was in the corner of the huge room, enjoying your time alone until you heard girls squealing. You turned your head to the direction of the annoying voice and saw 2 girls, looking at you with a clear blush on their cheeks. You blinked your eyes multiple times, but nonetheless, ignored the two girls.

Time passed and you continue to ignore the girls until you couldn't take it and dash out of the library. You looked up to the sky and a cold breeze hit your cheeks. You figure out it was the best time to go and drown yourself with rum, after all, you don't have anything to do now. You sigh in relief once you saw that the fight earlier had died down and you let yourself enter the bar.

You sat at the tool and ordered a bottle of rum. Once the rum have arrived, you brought it to your lips and begun to drown it. The hot feeling of the rum running down on your throat made your body relax more. This continued three more times and once you were on your 3rd bottle, the door of the bar opened and the guy sat next to you. You couldn't see their face because of the freaking hat he was wearing. You dropped your bottle of rum down and closed your eyes, feeling a bit tipsy. You were savouring the moment of relaxation not until the feeling of your bottle slipping away from your grasp.

You opened your eyes and looked at the man next to you, now the man's hat was on the table and the first thing you recognize is his brown hair and dreadlocks. You glared your eyes at him, already feeling annoyed.

"What in the name of Davy Jones are you doing here?" You spat, keeping your eyes at him no matter what. 

"Oh, hey there captain. Fancy meeting you here." He simply said, having his signature smirk on his soft lips. You rolled your eyes at him and snatched your rum back to you.

"Hmm, I wonder why? came to take something you want, perhaps?" You slurred, as you looked around the bar and people continued to increase each seconds. 

Jack's grin only widened more, he knows his getting under your sleeves again. "Not actually, just came for the love of my life." He said and you raised your eyebrows.

"You mean this?" You asked  as you pointed your finger at the rum on the table. 

"Yes...and no." Jack replied while fidgeting with his fingers, and you couldn't help but roll your eyes. 

"You really expect me to believe you won't steal anything from me?" You said with a chuckle following behind, "I know you Sparrow and you won't fool me this time. not like the others." 

Jack furrowed his eyebrows and took a swig of the rum, "Oh come on love, you really believe those rumors about me? well I'll tell ya', I'm not a liar but a man of my word." He slurred, looking at you with his teasing smile.

"It's captain l/s to you, Sparrow." You sneered, giving him a death glare. And then there was the annoying feeling again, it was like something was moving inside your stomach that made your whole body tense. There it is again. so annoying.

You took another swig of your rum while Jack looked at you in silence.

"You know, you've been calling me by my last name and never heard you say my name. Do you perhaps fancy my last name, hmm?" He states, moving his body to face your sides, acting like he's the one in charge, "Because if you want it, I can replace yours into mine."

The liquid that was just about to go down to your throat, suddenly burst out of your mouth and onto the table. You slammed down the bottle of rum, wiping your lips with the hem of your sleeves while looking at Jack with wide eyes full of shock.

Jack's smile only grew wider once he saw your reaction and he's loving it. You on the other hand, were looking at him with many mixed emotions. You tried to say something back at him but your voice won't even come out. The tingling feeling came back to your stomach and this time, you felt your cheeks getting really hot.

"What? cat caught your tounge, love?" He asked, still looking at you teasingly which only brought your cheeks more hotter.

You tear your eyes away from him and looked around the bar.

The way he looked at you, you could tell he was enjoying every second of him teasing you like this.

You stand your ground and clear your throat before speaking to him, covering your emmbarassment.

"Let's get this straight and tell me upfront, why exactly are you here?"

You can see Jack smirk before letting out a deep breath and you can feel your body tense each second. "I've been planning on stealing your heart for a while now, but I seem to be having a really hard time achieving it." Jack mumbled quietly, and it made you confused. Why does Jack Sparrow need your heart? Did someone order Jack to kill you and take your heart out?

"For the fucking last time. What do you want?" You gave Jack a death glare and your hand having a tight grip, showing him that you're not playing the game no more.

"What do I want?" He chuckles, before pulling out his pistol and pointing it at you, " Oh no dear, it's not a want but a need."

You furrowed your eye brows together, looking at Jack's pistol then to his eyes again, "And what exactly do you need from me?" You asked slowly.

Jack tapped his pistol on your chest where your heart lies inside, and slid his pistol under your chin,

"I need you on my side, forever until my very last breath here on earth."

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This scene<33

I can't stop re-playing this scene, this is just-perfect!!!

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I love this family♥️

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Prettiest men I've ever seen😘

I might do a polynomial relationship with task force 141 and y/n story so stay updated!!! Muawwhh

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Edit with "Mi Vida", Simon "Ghost" Riley

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6 Uchiha men x Fem! Maid!Reader

Characters:

•Obito

•Itachi

•Madara

•Sasuke

•Shisui

•Izuna

So this oneshots was requested by my lovely viewer _ . I'm still improving my writing skills so I hope you can appreciate this🤗

WARNING: Slight teasing!!!

"Shut up, you still need to practice woman!" Madara hissed.

"You're the one who needs to shut up, old man!!!" Naruto and Sasuke shouted back, making the older Uchiha roll his black eyes while I put my tongue out in his direction.

"You need to apologize right now to Zie, she did everything she can" A mini chubby Obito said while hugging my cheeks.

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Enjoy~

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You took a deep breath as you sweep the floor, it was currently a rainy day outside the Uchiha household and yet you were cleaning the dusty floor on the main room of the house of the 6 Handsome and totally hot Uchiha men.

Yep

That's right. You're a maid that works in the Uchiha household, not that you mind it through. Having to clean and help the 6 hot uchiha's wasn't bad either, you even thought that any girl would Kill for your position...

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Right~

Anyway, you hummed a small melody while sweeping the dusty floor to let your boredom away. The uchiha's were also not here because they needed to do their jobs, the uchiha's run a big company called Uchiha corps, while you on the other hand, was still a college student. Of course you needed money to buy some expenses in order to study in Konoha University. Your mom's paycheck wasn't enough so you thought it'd be great for you to have a side job. And that leads you to being a maid in the Uchiha household. The payment was quite high because it turns out that you were the only maid in the house and you have no choice but to accept it.

Once you were done sweeping the floor, you stalked to the kitchen. You put your apron on your maid outfit to avoid getting wet (🤨). You started to clean the dishes here and there still humming the music through your lips. You were working as a maid for about 3 months now and everything was fine, except that Shisui was a bit...flirty with you, giving you compliments here and there but you didn't mind that, you still keep yourself humble as much as possible. You were distracted that you didn't even heard the main door opened and slight closed. But you were brought back to Earth when you heard faint and heavy footstep on the living room. Your motherly (protective) instincts started to kicked in while some panic thoughts rushed through your brain cells.

What if a robber got in the house? What if it was a murderer? Will you die being a maid? But how did they even got in!? You swear that you locked the door...so who could it be? Your thoughts was ringing inside your head as you quickly took a pan and holding it securely on your hands as you slowly and steadily tip toe-ing to the living room. The footstep became loud and more clear as you came closer. You knew it wasn't just one or two but more. God,how are you gonna handle this?

You pressed your back to the side of the door that connects the kitchen and living room while you held your pan just the side of your head, ready to attack whoever walk through. You kept your guard up as you listened to the sound of footsteps. It didn't take long for one of the footsteps to start walking to the direction of you. You took one last shaky breath before holding it, once you knew the presence of the guy was just right before the door. You jumped out with the pan moving fast to the guy and your eyes tightly closed, not caring to see who it was.

"AH!!!y/n!what are you doing-!?"

A soft and startled voice squeaked that made your eyes shot open, the scene was like in slow motion. Your pan was slowly swinging to the direction of one of your boss. Not just any boss but it was the lovely and gentle Uchiha you've quiet known... It was Izuna Uchiha, you saw him quickly activate his sharinggan and catching your wrist that held the pan while the other hand rest to your shoulder, stopping your attack. You were breathing fast and a small sweat went down you left cheek. You noticed that there was a small tint blush on his cheeks and the smell of alcohol reached your nose.

"I-izuna?" You stuttered in emmbarassment and your eyes wide open at the realization. But before any of you said something a voice joined.

"WhAt'S tHe CoMmOtioN HeRE?"

(What's the commotion here?)

A voice slurred and you snapped your head in its direction only to see a drunk Shisui stumbling and leaning to the wall for support while he walked towards the two of you. You also noticed how drunk he smell and by the looks of him, you knew your two boss is drunk.

"Nothing. Come on, we need to get you some water." Izuna said calmly. You looked up to him and saw him gave you a small smile and you nodded. You helped shisui drink a glass of water while Izuna took out a tray full of glass with water in it.

"U-uhm...why do you need these for?" You asked, keeping your heart beat at a calm pace from earlier events, you held the tray secure to your hands as Izuna gave you an apologetic smile.

"The others are...also drunk..." He explained while he put one of Shisui's arm over his shoulder and walked back to the living room, you followed him with curiousity booming through your body but decided to wait for some explanation.

The three of you walked and it didn't take long for you to see the other 4 Uchihas on the couch. Madara sitting with his arms spread on top of the couch, Obito mumbling something with his eyes closed, Sasuke's eyes were also closed with his head leaning to Itachi's buffed shoulder, Itachi's head was in hands, slowly rubbing his temples. They all have clear pink blush on their cheeks. Their gaze went to the three of you before their black eyes moved towards your small and cute frame. You blush at their movement and you can't actually help but to look down to your feet under their blazing gaze. Izuna walked closer to another couch and made Shisui sit there with you following behind and together, You and Izuna made your way to the others, distributing the glass of water each to one another. They mumbled a small 'thanks' and 'thank you' before drowning the glass into their throats.

"So...what happened?" You asked as you sat beside Izuna and Shisui. Izuna sighed deeply when he sees the others looked at him. He knew he would be the one explaining... everything.

"The Senju finally agreed to us with building another company and we celebrated that leads us to our drunken state." Izuna explained, he slumped his back to the couch, allowing himself to relax. You nodded, fully understanding the situation and before you say a word. Another voice joined in.

"What happened -hic- earlier at the -hic- kitchen?" The husky voice asked, you knew this voice so your head turned towards Madara himself and you quickly got nervous because who wouldn't? You just nearly attacked and hurt one of your boss with a Pan.

"U-uh..about that...I was lost in thought that I didn't realize you all...came back here...i-i- thought there was an intruder so...I uhm..nearly attack Izuna...with a Pan..." You explained, you fingers nervously fidgeting with each others. Izuna who saw your nervousness decided to step in.

"It's ok really. I didn't got hurt. I was proud to know y/n can defended herself and for the safety of the house... plus, we totally forgot to let you know that we're here...so yeah." Izuna said with a smile, he patted your head gently making your tensed muscles go relax under his touch. The others took some moment before humming in approval.

"I wish I could've seen her adorable face when our little maid was about to attack~" Shisui purred right beside the shell of your ear. Shisui's statement brought a small smirk to the lips of Madara, Obito, Sasuke and of course Itachi while Izuna just smiled sweetly (Izuna is too innocent for this). Heat rush through your cheeks again and you fell into the pits of emmbarassment making you look down to your lap. You still have your apron on which was a bit wet.

"For once in my life I agree with Shisui. y/n is really cute in that maid outfit." This time, it was Sasuke's voice that said. Your eyes twitched at their teasing but it didn't help you one bit.

"Someone's flustered~" Obito teased, leaning his chin to his palm as he stared at you. By this time, your face was all red like a tomato and Izuna who was a bit drunk sighed. (He is jealous｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡) You didn't notice how wide and sinister Itachi and Madara's smirk was cuz' you had your head down.

"Stop making n/n flustered. Your all drunk." Izuna stated sternly and he stood up with you, you face still hot even when you heard Izuna mentioned your nickname he used to call you. "I'm going to bed, you guys can just go to your own...good night everyone." Izuna said and dragged you to a hallway, not giving the others time to say good night back. You and Izuna's room were just right beside each other so he doesn't mind walking you to your room. Once you two reached your own rooms, you gave him a small hug which he returned back.

"Thank you Izuna...have a great night!" You said quickly and broke the hug before he did the same. "You too y/n." And with that, you entered your room and shutting the door behind you. Your face became hot again once your brain flashed the statements of your bosses, saying those things flawlessly in front of each other.

You sighed, shaking your head before changing to your pajamas. You let your head fall to the soft pillow and your blanket covers your body, providing you enough warm and letting you fall into a soft slumber.

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*Creak*

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*Closed*

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You slowly stir from your sleep as you hear slight movements in your room. You rubbed your eyes tiredly and your sight focused on a big shadow hovering over you. Your eyes widened but didn't make any sound... You noticed it's long spiky black hair and glowing red eyes.

"M-madara dono?"

(Dono = master/boss etc. It's the same as 'sama') You asked, your voice slightly trembled with fear as you stared up to him. Madara was smirking sinisterly and the smell of alcohol was still around him, hinting you that he was still clearly drunk.

"You've been such a good maid for us y/n...we should probably give her a reward~" A voice slurred beside you. You turned your head to your right and saw Itachi with a pink faint blush on his cheeks while looking at you. Your faces were inches away from each other. A growl escaped the older uchiha and you turned back your head to Madara.

"Yes indeed your right Itachi." Madara growled, bringing his fingers to your chin making you look more up to him. His sharinggan was glowing through your dark room and you felt fear. What were going to happen? What if- your thoughts were cut off by Itachi's gentle voice.

"We aren't going to hurt you n/n. Trust us, we maybe look like very drunk men but we still have full control of ourselves." Itachi said, like he was reading your thoughts. You gulped your own saliva while you slowly nodded, your eyes were still focused on the glowing red eyes of Madara. Do you really trust them? One wrong move and you're doomed. You're all alone in your own room, with the two older Uchiha who smell alcohol roaming in their bodies...

"God, it's your fault for making our hearts throb hard y/n." Madara suddenly blurred out of the blue making you look dumbfounded and confused. Itachi chuckled softly at your reaction and brought his hand to touch your soft cheek.

"He means that you made us fall in love with you y/n. We all love you once you stepped inside our lives." Itachi explained making your eyes wide in realization.

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WHAT!?

"W-what?" You manage to whisper. Your thought's voices was louder than your real voice. You didn't know how to feel anymore. Now that you've known that the 6 Uchihas was in love with you! .... But how though, you were just their maid, you were just a commoner unlike them who were raised in a pool of money.

"Don't think that we are joking here y/n. We know what we feel and now that you know the truth, we don't care about your social status. We know how pure your heart is, how you would help other people... that's why we want you." Madara explained, he leaned to your face and kissed your forehead with a deep sigh.

"We all have talked about it and that's why we 6 love you...I hope you're ok with it" Itachi said, kissing your cheek. You felt emmbarassed and hurt at the same time.

"B-but...Izuna is Madara's brother and Sasuke to Itachi...H-how will this even work?" You asked, you hands gripped the sheets of your bed while your eyes got teary. If you'll accept their love, it'll be very weird cuz' Madara and Itachi will be sharing their girlfriend with their own brother. And if you reject their love, all of them will be broken even if you pick one of them...You tightly closed your eyes, your head began to hurt like hell at the thoughts. What's even worst is that, they've discussed this all to themselves without you knowing.

"We knew this might hurt you but we promise each other we'll do anything to keep you ours. We'll work with the help of each other. We promise you." Madara said, bumping his head to your softly while Itachi kissed your hand. The comfort your getting from the two older male was very convincing and you nodded your head slowly.

"You two really mean it?" You asked, sniffling with your red puffy cheeks. The two nodded and kissed your cheeks before giving you a bear hug. The hug caused you to fall on your back to the bed with them snuggled to either side of your neck. Their hot breath fans your soft neck as their eyes closed and hands tangled securely around your waist and shoulders.

"With all of our lives y/n."

The two responded, making your lips curl into a small smile.

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Oh.my.god.that was fricking LONG👹

But then again, I finished it!

Also. I can make part 2 of this if y'all want!!!