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agirlcandream84 · 2 months

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Neighbor!Frank Giving Daddy Vibes When He Offers To Help You

This isn't smut but it also isn't fluff but it is comfort but also hot? Like listen, I want Frank to step in and make.things.better. And you know he would.

Frank Castle x Reader

Word Count: 1,732 (~6 min read)

You felt like an idiot, sobbing on your living room floor over a damn futon. It wasn't even the futon, really, it was the colossal mess that acquiring the futon created. As a single girl, you should have guessed Facebook Marketplace was a sketchy place to buy your furniture but you were broke and desperate.

You'd been in your new apartment for a month and your living room was still an empty box with some pillows on the ground as a sad replacement for a couch. You saw the listing for a futon for $50, including delivery, on Marketplace and jumped on the offer. The guy had seemed nice enough and you arranged a time for drop-off on the front stoop of your building but the man pulled up in his truck with a hunk of dissembled futon parts instead of the assembled futon in the picture. Your heart sank instantly and you told him you didn't have the tools to assemble the futon.

"Not my problem," was all he grumbled as he opened his truck bed and started unloading the parts onto the sidewalk, clanging with every toss.

"Please, I'm sorry, I can't take this. I don't have any way to assemble it," you shout over the rattle of the pieces amassing on the sidewalk. He ignores you and continues to unload until the last scrap is cleared from his truck.

"I'm not paying for this," you tell him indignantly. "This isn't what the picture looked like."

He spits on the sidewalk as he strides over to you, grabbing your wrist roughly and yanking the $50 from your hand and mumbles, "Yes you fucking are."

As he drives away you contemplate just leaving the pieces there but your landlord has security cameras and the problem will circle back to you quickly enough. And so, after 30 mins of hauling parts up four flights of stairs and nearly two hours of attempting to assemble the futon using god knows what tools you had lying around the apartment you find yourself in heaving sobs on your living room floor.

The sharp rap at your door snaps you out of your spiral as you mumble a faint, "hello?" towards the door.

The voice on the other said says "Hey, uh, it's me. It's Frank." Frank kept to himself but you had both settled into a kind rhythm with each other. You occasionally dropped off your leftovers (he didn't seem like the type to cook much for himself) and he'd occasionally help take your trash out to the dumpsters or made sure your windows had working locks.

He wasn't one to talk much, usually just ringing your bell and grumbling something before lending a hand, and you assume it's by design. The thing is, you worried about Frank. Though he'd never say anything about it, you saw the way bruises would occasionally bloom across his face. Or the way he'd limp back to his unit down the hall. Sometimes he seemed to be gone for days on end. But despite all signs screaming, DANGEROUS MAN, you trusted Frank and he always treated you nicely. His presence was a comport even, if he did seem to attract danger.

"Oh, uh, coming," you mumble as you weave through the maze of futons parts scattered across your floor and quickly the wipe the tears from your cheeks. You open the door to find Frank leaning with his raised forearm against the doorframe, his hulking form above you, and his eyebrows furrowed.

"Hey Frank, everything ok?" you ask, eyes cast upward toward him, door only cracked a little to conceal the mess you were currently in.

"Came to ask you that question," he responds, chin jutting up to indicate your direction. "Thought maybe I heard some cryin' in there," he adds.

Shame flushes your face and radiates through your body. You weren't above asking for help when you needed it but to be caught in the middle of your mental breakdown was another humiliation entirely.

"Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't realize you could hear. I hope I didn't bother you. I'm so sorry," you rush out, your cheeks a vibrant pink.

"Hey, no no," he stops you, those brows furrowing, "don't apologize. Jeez sweetheart, I came to see if you're ok. Somethin' I can help with?"

You couldn't decide if it felt infinitely more embarrassing to accept Frank's help or if it was a tremendous relief.

"Well, I don't know. It's this.." you trail off, motioning to the room he can't see.

"Let me see, a'right?" he offers gently, "Can you open the door a bit for me?" he asks, his hand landing on the knob. You nod and step back, making room for Frank to enter.

"It was a Facebook Marketplace thing... the guy was a jerk," you start and describe what transpired. Frank appears to be growing more agitated at the story continues, his arms crossed across his chest and big breaths huffing out through his crooked nose.

"fuckin' prick," he mumbles under his breath when you finish as he squats to the floor to inspect the task. "These are the only tools you got honey?" he asks gently, not meaning to embarrass. After nodding your head yes he replies, "Yeah, no wonder you were frustrated. This is a nightmare. I'm gonna get my toolbox and I'm coming straight back, ok sweetheart?"

You nod your head again and he's gone for a moment to his own unit. You will yourself to take a few deep breaths to not only wash away the last of the tears but to calm your nerves. Frank always made you nervous. It was that energy of his -- always in charge-- it was simultaneously immensely comforting and slightly frightening.

You hear his footsteps approach from the hall as he calls "S'me honey," so you wouldn't be frightened. He enters with his toolbox at his side and crouches low to get to work on building.

"Are you sure about this Frank? It's so much work, I know it's a pain," you ramble, twisting your fingers in knots, your embodiment of anxiety. You know he's capable but the man probably had other plans for his afternoon.

His eyes land on your twisted fingers as he replies "Happy to do it, alright? I gotcha," and you relax just a bit. After getting him a glass of water you decide to busy yourself in the kitchen, washing last night's dishes and tidying up. After 30 mins of work, he's nearly complete.

"Hey sweetheart," he shouts into the kitchen, "can you do something for me?"

"Yeah, of course," you reply entering the living and tossing the dish towel aside, "how can I help?"

"Alright, you see this piece here," he says pointing at a bent metal bar that wasn't aligned to the screw hole, "that asshole mangled this piece when he disassembled it so we gotta force back in place. Need you to screw it in here when I start bending it back alright?" he asks as he indicates to the screw hole. You nod in understanding as he hands you the manual screw driver. He places his hands on your hips and says gently, "need you stand here honey," to guide you to stand directly in front of him, the futon in front of you. He feel heat flame your cheeks and thank god Frank is facing the back of your head.

Frank engulfs your form, his chin hovering over your right shoulder as his arms reach around either side of you to land on the bent metal bar. You hear the comforting rhythm of his breath in your ear and squeeze your eyes shut a moment to shake the heat rising in your cheeks. He steps forward an inch to get the right leverage on the bar, his broad chest grazing your back.

"this, uh, this ok?" he mumbles in the shell of your ear, his voice soft and rumbly, confirming your comfort and managing to raise the temperature in the room by about 50 degrees. You can't manage an audible yes but you nod instead. With that, you feel him lean closer, a grunt escaping his lips as he forces the bent bar back into place. You watch as his broad hands grip the cool metal, the ropes in his forearms taut as he bends it back to shape. As the holes line up, you begin screwing as fast as you can, securing the bar in place.

He pants as he releases the effort, an "attagirl" tumbling from his lips as his calloused hand wraps around yours, making the last, hardest 90 degree turn to tighten the screw in place. "Practically built the thing yourself," he teases, releasing your hand.

"I can't thank you enough," you start, turning to face him, his face now only inches from yours, the expanse of his shoulders nearly consuming the room. "I.. uh I..." you mumble, the rest of the thought terminated as you stand close enough to smell the mossy freshness of his deodorant.

"Yeah, hey, like I said, happy to help," he responds, one landing landing on your upper arm and squeezing gently before grazing down to let go. He adds after a beat, "Listen, you talk to me about it next time sweetheart, yeah? I’ll take care of it. Don't go gettin’ in a mess like that," his brown eyes nearly boring into yours.

"What do you mean... take care of it?" you ask, nearly a whisper, tiptoeing over a boundary you weren't sure you wanted to know more about. What was Frank's definition of "taking care of" something and why did you think it involved more bruises? Or worse.

His eyes flick away for a moment before finding yours again. "Yeah, that's nothin' you need to worry about honey," he responds, more breath than voice, and you had decided you didn't prefer to know any more.

After a few minutes collecting and packing his tools, Frank made his way to the door and you followed him behind, thanking him again for the help.

"Yeah, it's no problem. Let me take care of you sometimes, yeah?" he replies, leaning in to kiss your cheek, his hand landing softly on your opposite cheek for only a moment, before turning to walk towards his unit, leaving you with a new problem: were you in love with Frank?

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wisteriashouse · 3 years

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winter’s warmth.

pairing: kamado tanjirou x sumiyuri hayami (oc)

genre: fluff

word count: 6046

remarks: i’m sorry this took so long but this fic was so!! cute i was melting every second :(( i hope hayami was in character as usual, and thank you for trusting me with your commission @hinokami-s 💖

Hayami wakes up to the feeling of cold air biting at her bare toes.

“Hnng…” Eyelids too heavy to open yet unwilling to submit her extremities to any more of the freezing temperatures of late autumn, she feels about the futon she’s lying in with a fumbling hand, searching blindly for a corner of the blanket to pull at. Instead of the cotton of her blankets, however, her hand finds warm skin - and for a moment, Hayami frowns, confused.

Rolling over in her bed, she opens her eyes fully this time - and comes face to face with her sleeping husband.

For a while, Hayami doesn’t move an inch, content with simply watching the person lying before her. Mahogany hair falling over his forehead and a gentle curve to his lips, the rise and fall of his chest a steady rhythm, Tanjirou is a lovely sight to behold in the early rays of this morning’s light. It’s the only sight Hayami wants to wake up to for the rest of her life.

Reaching out, her fingers wrap around a wizened, skeletal hand and bring it to her, her lips brushing gently over the wrinkled skin. “Good morning,” she whispers against it, feeling a secret, tender smile tugging at her own mouth.

“Good morning to you, too.”

Taken by surprise, Hayami glances up to see Tanjirou’s eyes open, a sweet smile on his face as their gazes meet. Although his eyes are still clouded with sleep, the sweetness in them is unmistakable. “You got up early today,” he says, sleep roughened voice like music to her ears. When he gestures for her to come closer, she does so, hand still gripping his tightly as he leans forward to press a kiss on both her eyelids - as gentle as the flutter of butterfly wings. “Did something wake you?”

“Just the cold,” Hayami giggles quietly at the ticklish feeling of Tanjirou’s lips ghosting over her skin. Tanjirou smiles at the sound of her laughter, the expression on his face so tender Hayami can’t help but feel gentle heat burning at her cheeks. Glancing away for a moment to collect herself, she squeezes Tanjirou’s hand lightly. “Do you have anything to remedy that?”

Tanjirou’s smile alone warms her heart, but the slow embrace he takes her in chases the cold out from her very bones. With a sigh of happiness, she settles in her husband’s arms, her back against his chest and his chin resting on her shoulder. They should probably get out of bed, Hayami has the sense to wonder, but forgets it as soon as Tanjirou begins rubbing at her hands gently. After fighting so much, so hard, for so long - isn’t this idleness the least that they deserve?

Sometimes, Hayami wakes up with the urge to pick up her sword again, to train until her hands are numb and her legs are weak. Her mind chants Muzan’s name over and over again, the desire to kill the progenitor demon so overwhelming that it renders her breathless. But now, there is no trace of Muzan left except the weakened state of Tanjirou’s arm that will never heal, and the scar tissue over her left eye from the injury that had rendered her partially blind.

Still, she can admire Tanjirou enough with a single eye, and Tanjirou’s one armed embraces are just as warm as the time he still had both.

The demon slayers have disbanded officially as an organisation - with triumph and grace, after having completed their destiny to defeat the evil that has plagued the world for years. The swords that they had carried with them for so long rest on a stand in the main room of the house, but Hayami hasn’t had need to pick it up since that fateful battle so long ago. Life has been good to them so far-

A gentle kiss to her shoulder blade pulls her back. She’s reminiscing again, Hayami realises with slight horror, in a manner all too similar to that of an old lady. “Thinking about something?” Tanjirou says with a light laugh, and Hayami quickly shakes her head to dispel her thoughts. Why, she and Tanjirou are barely into their twenties - they have their entire lives ahead of them!

And Hayami intends on spending every second of it with Tanjirou by her side.

“Nothing, just thinking about what needs to be done around the house.” To be honest, there was nothing that needed to be done with the house even as winter drew nearer - the current head of the Ubuyashiki, Kiriya, had ensured that every slayer would have the means to live comfortably after the disbandment. This house had been constructed upon the Ubuyashiki head’s command after hearing of Tanjirou’s intention to propose to Hayami as a wedding gift. Hence, it is still relatively new with no maintenance needing to be done, and Aoi has sent them enough hand pickled cabbage to last an entire winter and the rest of the year. Nudging Tanjirou in the side lightly, she asks, “What do you usually do for winter, Tanjirou?”

Tanjirou rests his chin on her shoulder for a moment to contemplate this question. “Well, when I was with the demon slayers, I would make snow bunnies with Nezuko. But before that, when I was still living with my family,” the word family makes Hayami’s heart give a little squeeze, “I would chop lots of wood to make charcoal. People in town would usually buy more around winter, but our house was located in the mountains where it’s colder, so we needed plenty of wood to stay warm as well.”

“Chopping wood?” Hayami repeats, curious. This is the first winter she will spend with Tanjirou, and back when she stayed at the Sumiyuri Estate, the family servants would take care of such household affairs. It’s a little embarrassing to think that she could have forgotten something as important as firewood. Sure, they could always buy from the merchants in town like she’d done while living alone in the mountains (with their inexhaustible supply of money from Kiriya), but where is the fun in that? “That sounds nice. How about we do that today?”

“That sounds nice,” Tanjirou mumbles into her shoulder, and Hayami glances at him to see him wearing a peaceful smile on his face, eyes shut in contentment. “But can we stay like this for a while longer?”

Hayami smiles, and rests her hand on his, lacing her fingers with his. They fit together perfectly, as if this had been their very purpose since the beginning, instead of gripping the handle of a sword. Those days are behind us, Hayami reminds herself.

“Of course you can,” she says. “We have all the time in the world.”

>>>

It’s much colder than Hayami expected.

“You didn’t have to come with me,” Tanjirou frets over her as both of them make their way up a mountain path. After bundling her in an excessive number of layers and asking three times if she needed gloves, Hayami had finally been able to reassure him that she would be fine, and that she would definitely be accompanying him up to the thicket a short walk from their house. “What if you catch a cold? The mountains are cold around this time of the year, and-”

“You’re forgetting that I stayed at Mount Saigiri for a while with Urokodaki-san,” Hayami reminds him with a light squeeze to his hand. The wood axe that they’d found in the shed earlier is hoisted over Tanjirou’s shoulder, and although Hayami had initially worried that he would struggle to accomplish this task with only one functioning arm, Tanjirou had reassured her that he would be fine. “Besides, I could help you.”

“But-” Tanjirou begins to say, before he cuts himself short with a small, slightly embarrassed smile. “Right, I… I’m just new to this idea of marriage. I know your strength, but I can’t help but want to spoil you… is that strange?”

It seems that Tanjirou will never understand how easily he can fluster Hayami, with his simple yet genuinely sweet words that have Hayami melting on the inside. How could she possibly catch a cold in the winter when he insists on making her cheeks heat like this? And perhaps, she too, will never get used to this - the gentle warmth as Tanjirou lays a swift kiss on the eyepatch over her left eye.

“As if I would ever complain about my husband wanting to spoil me,” she says, in an attempt to exact some revenge for her blushing cheeks. The moments those words leave her lips, Tanjirou’s own face colours, bright red against tan skin. Both of them stand there awkwardly for a moment, both too embarrassed to look the other in the eye.

“Well, it’s only natural to want to spoil my wife...:” Tanjirou answers shyly. When he holds out his arm once more for her to take, Hayami takes a moment to look at him in the sunlight and thinks - yes, this is the man she would be with for the rest of her life.

“Mm, of course.” Leaning over, she kisses him on the cheek before taking his arm, and both of them continue through the woods hand in hand. Not too long after, they come across a small thicket that Tanjirou declares suitable for firewood.

As Tanjirou lines up the axe with the tree, Hayami decides to take a seat on the ground to watch him. Overhead, only a few birds remain in the trees, peeking down curiously with bright eyes as they watch Tanjirou at work together with Hayami.

“I haven’t done this for a while,” Tanjirou says over his shoulder, shifting the axe blade as if deciding where would be best to cut the tree. “Don’t laugh at me if I miss it, would you?”

As if he would, Hayami thinks to herself with a quiet laugh and shakes her head. “Don’t worry about that, honey.”

Only with one hand, Tanjirou takes a deep breath and lets loose a powerful swing against the trunk of the small birch. For a moment, nothing happens. Confused, Hayami frowns, squinting at the tree with her good eye. She’s sure she saw Tanjirou cut the tree, and Tanjirou looks just as perplexed as she feels-

There’s a creak, a groan, and when Hayami looks upwards, the tree slants over dangerously - and goes falling to the ground with a deafening crash.

After the leaves settle and the birds have taken off into the sky, startled by the noise, Tanjirou and Hayami look at each other with wide eyes.

Tanjirou begins to speak. “I didn’t mean to-” he tries, when Hayami suddenly dissolves into a fit of giggles.

“So much for not being able to cut it down,” Hayami shakes her head, mirth dancing in her eyes. “Seems like you’ve still got it.”

“I guess some things can never really be forgotten.” Looking down at the axe in hand, he gives a slight smile before turning to another tree, carefully lining up the blade of the axe with its trunk once more. “This brings back memories.”

Hayami hums lightly, placing her chin on her arms so that she can watch Tanjirou more comfortably. “Oh? What of?”

“I used to bring my younger brother Takeo with me when I went into the forest to cut wood for the charcoal,” Tanjirou explains. Drawing the axe back, he swings it again, strength more controlled this time. The blade sinks into the tree and leaves a deep notch in the wood. “But he wasn’t strong enough to swing the axe yet, so he would just sit there and watch me, just like what you’re doing now.”

“From the way you talk, he sounds adorable,” Hayami says. Tanjirou smiles, a gentle warmth in his eyes. “Mm, he was. I miss my family a lot.”

Family. Thoughtfully, Hayami picks up a leaf on the ground in front of her and holds it up. She’s aware of her own desires in life - and having a family is one of them, has been ever since she was still trapped by the name of the Sumiyuri clan. But now, she wonders if Tanjirou would still truly want to start a family, considering the circumstances behind his own family’s death. If Hayami told him that she wanted children, she was sure Tanjirou would agree - but

“Hayami, do you want to help me with loading the logs?”

Tanjirou’s question pulls Hayami’s head out of her thoughts, and she scrambles to her feet. “Of course!”

She’ll have to ask him about this later.

>>>

The kotatsu is delightfully warm.

Sighing happily, Hayami tucks both her legs under the thick quilt, enjoying the warmth of the charcoal brazier as it chases away the cold from their little outing earlier. Not too long later, there’s a creak of the dividing screens that separate the rooms in the house, and Hayami looks up to see Tanjirou stepping in with two steaming cups, one in each hand.

“Here, I made us some sencha. Careful with it, it’s hot.” He places one cup in front of Hayami before taking a seat next to her, their bare feet brushing together underneath the table. With thanks and a smile, Hayami picks it up gingerly with her fingers, blowing lightly over the surface of the tea to cool it. “How’s the kotatsu? It’s been a while since I’ve set one up, so…”

“It’s fine. Lovely, actually,” Hayami tells Tanjirou as she takes a sip of her tea. The hot liquid scalds her tongue in a strangely pleasant way, warming her down to the tips of her toes. Tanjirou smiles from next to her, raising his own cup to his lips, and the two of them enjoy their tea in comfortable silence and the warmth of the kotatsu table.

It is this warmth and the familiar grassy flavour of the sencha that lulls her into a drowsy haze, the atmosphere blanketing her in cozy comfort.

“Don’t you think it’d be nice to have a family?”

Hayami almost spits out her sencha.

“Excuse me, what did you just say?” She barely manages not to spill the contents of her cup all over herself despite the shock, testament to her bygone days as one of the Pillars of the demon slayers. Hayami would have pat herself on the back if it weren’t for the words that had just escaped Tanjirou’s mouth. “I… I…”

Tanjirou’s cheeks are blazing red, which Hayami would have normally fawned and cooed over if it weren’t for the scrambled state of her mind at present, but her husband only coughs to clear his throat before he continues. “I said,” he repeats, more slowly and clearly this time, “it’d be nice to have a big family.” His voice cracks a little at the end, but Hayami is all too willing to overlook it in favour of his words.

So much for asking Tanjirou about his thoughts on having a family, because he’s beat her to it… he can’t possibly have read her mind or something along those lines, could he?

Tanjirou’s good eye is fixed intently on her face, although his good hand is fidgeting with the sleeve of his checkered haori, betraying just how much her answer will mean to him. For a moment, she dreams - of a little girl with Tanjirou’s eyes, the colour of the heart of an ancient mahogany, a young boy with Tanjirou’s smile and laugh.

Hayami imagines waking up in the morning to the sound of pattering feet on the wooden floorboards, the voices of children calling them to awaken and make them breakfast, the warmth of a humble home filled with laughter and love - one that she’s been craving for her entire life.

She can’t help the smile that forms on her face. How could she?

“A big family would be nice,” Hayami muses out loud, more to herself than to anybody else. But Tanjirou, of course, hears every word that she’s said.

The red hue on his cheeks don’t fade. From the way his hand reaches out to rest lightly on hers, however, Hayami knows he’s more than content with her answer.

>>>

A family.

Chop.

A family. Hayami wants a family. With him.

Chop.

The tree groans as it keels over to the side, the sound of branches snapping filling the winter air. Huffing out a breath, Tanjirou watches it fog in the chilly temperature and dissipate before he steps towards the fallen tree, his axe hoisted over his shoulder. Kneel down, check the condition of the trunk, before splitting it into smaller, more manageable logs. Repetitive. Familiar.

He remembers the way Takeo would sit behind him, grumbling that he wanted to have his turn at swinging the axe instead of just trimming the branches off the trunks. He remembers his first time trekking up the snowy mountains, close on his father’s heels as he explained the path to him. He remembers returning home to a hut in the woods, the fire roaring in the hearth, Nezuko and Hanako making fresh rice crackers over the brazier for them all to share.

It feels as if he has only blinked, those strong feelings of affection now laced with nostalgia, those days a tender, yet bittersweet memory.

Tanjirou had been thinking about it for a while. After getting married to Hayami with the Oyakata’s blessings, it had only seemed natural to move on to the next stage - that was, having children together and starting a family. That was until he’d remembered Hayami’s own relationship with her now estranged family. The thought had led to some hesitation on his part - on one hand, he dearly desired a family of his own, but on the other hand, if it was against Hayami’s wishes…

Hoisting his basket of neatly trimmed logs over his shoulder, he turns back to the path leading home, boots crunching in the fresh snow. Hayami had still been asleep when he’d left the house, and knowing her, she’s probably still fast asleep even now.

He hadn’t planned on asking on that day, so abruptly and out of the blue. For a moment, Tanjirou had almost regretted speaking when he’d seen the expression of shock on Hayami’s face, but when she’d smiled and told him that she would like a big family, he had almost felt his heart overflow with emotion - too much for him to convey with words, so all he could manage at the time was a light squeeze of the hand.

The walk from the thicket back to their house isn’t very long, and by the time the sun has just begun to rise over the snow capped mountaintops, Tanjirou is at the door to their house, shaking the snow from his boots.

The house is silent, just as he expects it to be, but what he doesn’t expect is for the futon in which they both sleep in to be completely empty.

Tanjirou’s out of the door before he knows it, heart racing in his chest with worry. Part of the instincts hammered into him after years of battling scream demon, but the more logical, rational side of his mind shuts that down immediately - no, Muzan has been defeated, and no demons would be returning to harm his family. Hayami is strong, strong enough to face demons and survive, surely she is fine.

Still, still…

Reaching for his boots, Tanjirou makes up his mind to go and look for her. She can’t have gone very far, and he’s worried. It’s not like Hayami to leave the house in the middle of winter, and something could have happened to her-

Scent! He smacks himself on the head. His nose, how could he have forgotten? The very thing that allowed him to hunt demons when he first started out as part of the demon slayer corps! Tanjirou has been with Hayami so long that her very own scent is mingled with his. If he can’t see her, he can definitely smell her out!

Raising his head, he takes slow deep breaths to calm himself and clear his mind, before sniffing the air carefully. Almost instantly, he catches a whiff of familiar scent on the wind, the faint floral fragrance of lavender comforting to his senses. The scent is strong, nearby. Tanjirou moves as fast as his feet will take him, circling their small wooden house and following the scent until he sees…

“Hayami!” Tanjirou cries out in shock the second he sees Hayami, slumped over on her knees. He rushes over to her side instantly, his hand reaching out to rub soothing circles on her back. Under his palm, he feels Hayami cough and retch, and panic shoots through him like Akaza’s fist through his chest.

“What’s the matter?” He asks, trying to keep his voice level so as to calm her down. Hayami shakes her head, sucking in uneven, unsteady breaths - and Tanjirou’s heart thumps in his chest with fear.

“I-I’m fine,” she reassures him, even as Tanjirou wipes the side of her mouth with his sleeve as gently as he can. To his concern, her skin feels clammy to the touch, colder than normer. It’s worrying. “I just woke up feeling a little sick, so I went out to get some fresh air. I didn’t think that this would happen… sorry for making you worry about me.”

“You have nothing to apologise for,” Tanjirou tells her before she can continue apologising. “Do you think you can walk?”

Hayami nods, looking pale. “Yes, I think I can. Just give me a moment.” The second she tries to stand, however, her knees buckle under her and Tanjirou lunges to support her before she can fall.

“Hayami!’

“Sorry, sorry,” Hayami manages weakly as Tanjirou dabs the sweat from her brow. “Maybe it was the sudden change in weather… or did I eat something wrong at dinner yesterday? I really didn’t mean to fall ill like this… I’m being such an inconvenience-”

“There’s nothing to apologise for,” Tanjirou repeats, more firmly this time. Reaching out, he scoops Hayami into his arm, struggling slightly to hoist her into a comfortable position. “Hang on tight to me, I’ll get you inside.”

Hayami’s hands curl into the fabric of his shirt, and Tanjirou carefully makes his way into the house, careful not to jostle Hayami too much. He makes a beeline straight for their bedroom, settling Hayami on the bedding. Should he call for a doctor? Someone from the Butterfly Estate, Aoi, or Kanao, perhaps? He could send a crow, but in this weather the message would take too long to deliver. He could fetch Kanao or Aoi from the Butterfly Estate himself, but he couldn’t possibly leave Hayami all alone in this state-

A gentle hand touches his cheek.

Tanjirou snaps out of his thoughts, realising that Hayami is smiling at him from the futon fondly. “You’re such a worrywart,” Hayami says, her hand moving up to poke at his forehead. “Go away, go away, frown lines…”

A small smile manages to break through the worry gnawing away at Tanjirou, and he raises a hand to clasp Hayami’s to his cheek, pressing a gentle kiss against her palm. “How can I not?” He says, with a shake of the head. Hayami only laughs, as if she wasn’t just sick and retching into the bushes earlier. Even her scent seems to have changed a little, for reasons that he’s not completely sure of. It worries him.

“I know my body, Tanjirou.” Hayami assures him, her fingers running through his hair in a rhythmic manner. Slowly, Tanjirou feels his taut muscles begin to ease. “I don’t think it’s anything serious, but it wouldn’t hurt to send a crow to the Butterfly Estate. You can stay here to keep an eye on me in case anything happens. Does that sound alright to you?”

“Sounds like a plan.” An obvious one, in fact. Was he really so worried he couldn’t even keep his head on straight for a few seconds? Embarrassing… Making to get up, Tanjirou glances over his shoulder. “I’ll send the crow off with a message right now-”

Hayami’s hand wraps around his wrist, stopping him from leaving. Tanjirou looks at his wife in surprise, but Hayami only smiles.

“Stay with me for a while longer first.”

At her behest, Tanjirou manages a slight smile through the anxious beating of his heart and seats himself next to her bedside, running his hand through the long platinum strands of her hair. In response, Hayami only closes her eyes and hums pleasedly.

When she asks him like that, how could he possibly refuse?

>>>

Tanjirou’s footsteps crunch in the snow as he makes his way back to his home.

In the distance, he can hear the sound of songbirds chirping, the steady dripping of water, the running of a trickling stream as the ice finally begins to melt, winter giving way to spring at last. This afternoon, Tanjirou had been kicked out of the house earlier - by Kanao, who got the message that Tanjirou had sent via crow and decided to make the journey all the way here to give Hayami a medical (and very private, Kanao had informed him as she steered him out of his own house) check up.

Hayami has been getting better, much to Tanjirou’s relief. She’s still sick some mornings, but the number of that happening has been decreasing steadily after Tanjirou picked out the foods that Hayami seems to have developed a sudden distaste for. Perhaps it’s the change in environment, or the change in diet due to the food available in the mountains, Tanjirou reasons with himself, as he continues up the slippery path. All he needs to do is figure out the rest of the things Hayami can’t stomach, and she should be fine once more. Besides, Kanao is here to give Hayami a look over, and she’d trained under Shinobu in the medical department while the latter was still alive. Hayami is strong. Hayami will be fine.

Tanjirou had decided to pass the time by gathering mountain herbs that his mother had used to brew tea with. Now, his basket is laden with an assortment of flowers and grasses, and he sniffs each of them carefully to make sure that he has the right ones - plants can be tricky to the eye, so it’s much safer to use his sense of smell. Satisfied with his haul, Tanjirou walks towards his house, hoping to catch Kanao before she leaves so that the two of them can catch up a little.

“I’m back!”

When he enters the house, the first thing he notices is the scent of something baking in the oven. Mildly surprised, Tanjirou glances at the clay oven in the kitchen as he sets his basket of herbs on the table. He wasn’t aware that Hayami was intending on baking anything today. Perhaps it’s for Kanao to have?

“You’re home, honey?” Hayami’s voice comes from the next room. Tanjirou sniffs the air lightly. It seems that Kanao has already left, her scent no longer as prominent in their house. “Kanao said she had other matters to attend to, so she had to leave first.”

“That’s a pity, I managed to get a few herbs for tea,” Tanjirou lets out a rueful sigh, reaching for the kettle. “Never mind, it’s alright. I’ll brew some tea for both of us, then. How was the checkup?”

“It was completely fine. Nothing’s wrong with me in the least.” Hayami’s answer is a little softer, and Tanjirou has to strain his ears slightly to catch her words. He doesn’t detect any hint of untruth in her words or in her scent, so he doesn’t question the slight change in her tone of voice. Filling the kettle with water from a wooden bucket, Tanjirou moves to put it on the fire when Hayami suddenly pipes up again.

“Oh yes, Tanjirou, could you get the things out of the oven for me? They should be done anytime soon...”

“Don’t worry, I’ve got it.” Turning to the clay oven that Aoi had made for their home, Tanjirou pulls the cover aside, reaching for the tray baking inside. When he pulls it out and sets it on the table to cool, he takes a moment to look at what Hayami was baking earlier.

Two simple, round buns sit on the tray. Tanjirou peers at them curiously, mildly confused. Only two buns? Hayami usually bakes in bigger batches than this, since their clay oven is rather large in size.

He turns to call over his shoulder. “They’re out! Do you want me to set them aside to cool?”

“There’s no need for that. Actually put them back in the oven.” The door to the kitchen slides open slowly, and Tanjirou looks up to see Hayami standing in the doorway, a hand pressed to her abdomen and a gentle, tender smile on her face. Her good eye falls on the two buns sitting innocently on the tray, and her smile widens before she looks at Tanjirou once more. “They’re not done yet… maybe, they’ll take another nine months.”

Tanjirou frowns, opening his mouth to comment on how he has no knowledge of any bun that takes a whole nine months to back before something hits him. Nine months… that duration of time sounds familiar, but why…

Nine months… a new dislike for foods Hayami had previously loved… the short bouts of nausea… a change in her scent…

The breath in his lungs seems to be trapped there, unwilling to leave, his heart pounding in his throat. Hayami smiles at him, watching the emotions play out over his face, his eyes fixed on the hand that’s resting on her belly.

“Are you…” Tanjirou’s voice breaks from sheer emotion alone. “Are you… pregnant?”

Hayami’s radiant smile is answer enough for him.

He doesn’t really remember what he does next, all he knows is the next second his arms were wrapped around Hayami, his lips pressing gentle kisses to every inch of her face he could reach. Faintly, he tastes salt on his tongue, Hayami’s tears of joy streaming down her cheeks as the two of them share this precious moment together, just the two of them.

“I…” Tanjirou can’t seem to form words. “I’m not dreaming, am I?”

“Not a dream at all,” Hayami tells him firmly, and that’s when tears finally escape the corners of Tanjirou’s eyes, overflowing with emotion.

“I can’t believe it… I can’t… we’re going to have a family, Hayami,” Tanjirou whispers, his voice rough with emotion. His own throat feels thick, and Hayami looks back at him with wet eyes, shining like the stars with the happiness contained in them. “I… I can’t thank you enough for the gift you’ve given me.”

“No need to thank me, silly, it’s going to be our family,” Hayami teases lightly through her tears, reaching up to kiss Tanjirou’s forehead. Subconsciously, Tanjirou’s own hand reaches down between them to touch Hayami’s stomach reverently, closing his eyes as if that will be able to connect him with the life growing within his wife’s belly.

“A child of our own,” Tanjirou says aloud, as if trying to test out the words on his tongue. To his surprise, Hayami only shakes her head with a little giggle, pointing back to the tray on the table. The two buns sit there innocently, the only witnesses to the joyous occasion happening in the kitchen right now.

“Two buns,” Hayami repeats, emphasizing on the number with a little poke to her husband’s nose. Tanjirou’s eyes widen, before he stares down at her belly once more.

“Twins?” He says, so hushed with shock that Hayami barely manages to catch it. Still, she laughs, nodding indulgently at her husband. Seriously, Tanjirou can really be dense sometimes.

“Yes, dear.”

Hayami squeals in surprise when Tanjirou suddenly scoops her up with his arm and spins her around once, laughing so brightly that Hayami’s heart feels like it’s singing. For all she knows, it probably is.

“I can’t wait,” Tanjirou says when he finally sets her down, his cheeks flushed from exertion and breathless. His arms remain tightly wound around her waist, loathe to let her go for even a second. “I can’t wait to have a family with you, Hayami. I want to be a good father and a good husband, I really do. I swear that I’ll do everything to take care of our family together with you. So,” he presses a kiss to her lips. “Thank you so much for blessing me with your presence in my life, Hayami.”

“You will, Tanjirou.” Hayami whispers against his lips tenderly. “I know you will.”

The two of them remain like this for a while, arms wrapped around each other as they bask in their shared happiness together, until Hayami suddenly takes a step back and twirls a strand of hair around her finger shyly. When Tanjirou looks at her with concern, she only smiles a little embarrassedly, a sight that has Tanjirou’s heart fluttering in his chest.

“So, about children’s names,” Hayami begins, “do you have any ideas?”

>>>

The mountains that the Kamado household reside in are always cold.

“Daddy, give me a hug! It’s freezing!” A little boy with chestnut hair and lilac eyes skips along the path to tug at the hem of his father’s shirt, dragging out the last word to make it as dramatic as possible. The father pauses chopping at a tree to smile at his son, before he sets the axe down and extends his arm to his child. The boy squeals in delight and throws himself into his father’s chest, laughing happily all the while.

“Oh dear, your fingers are all cold, Akihiro.” The father says, concerned as he looks over his son’s hands. The little boy nods excitedly. “Whatever will your mother say? She’d probably scold me if she sees your hands like this… let’s head back home, then.”

Akihiro barely manages to contain his energy long enough for his father to pack away all his woodcutting items before he’s jumping around his father. “Piggyback! Piggyback!” He chants, and his father smiles indulgently at him.

“Come on, Akihiro. Let’s go.”

The little boy clambers up his father’s back, before his father straightens up and the two of them make their way back, down a little mountain path marked with colourful ribbons that his wife had used to wear in her hair, tied there by their daughter so that her father and brother would never lose their way home. In the distance, not too far away, a warm glow lights up the stark mountain air.

The closer they draw to the light, it reveals itself to be a small mountain house. Small as it may be, the light pouring from the windows radiates warmth. As the two of them step onto the porch, the charcoal markings on the wooden pillars show the increase in height of two children every year, taken precisely during the first day of every new year.

At the door, father and son repeat a familiar ritual - take off boots, shake off snow, the father blowing lightly on his son’s fingers to warm them before he opens the door to his house.

“Daddy!”

A small weight throws itself into his arms and the father nearly stumbles backwards from the force. When he looks down, bright lilac eyes flicker up at him with excitement, the exact same shade as that of her twin brother’s. “Daddy, I missed you!”

“Mm, I missed you too, Ayaka.” The father leans down to press a light kiss to his daughter’s forehead, and the little girl giggles brightly. Behind him, his son pouts, waving his fist at his twin sister.

“Daddy missed me more!”

“You were with Daddy the entire time!”

“Both of you, stop bothering Daddy.” At the voice of the master of the house, both children immediately cease their squabbling, both running over to their mother, clamouring excitedly for the freshly baked sweet buns that she’s holding. With a sigh and a contented smile, Hayami steps over to her husband and kisses him on the cheek. “Welcome home, sweetheart.”

Tanjirou smiles.

“I’m home, Hayami.”

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Sunshower. 10

[2 of 2 parts]

*Disclaimer,mature themes* Enjoy

It wasn’t long before they reached the forest district and the trees her house was in. As usual she flipped the sign on the ground from down to up. If Sun was really about to spend the night then she might as well look cool getting up to the door she pulled him to the outer rim of the clearing and faced right.

Sun:What are you doing?

Ilia:Getting a little workout in. You’re about to see why our races are always so close.

She bent her knees and took a deep breath. Then she took off sprinting towards a tree. Sun watched her run along it sideways then jumping to the next tree; repeating the process again and again. Each transition to the next tree got her higher and higher as she was essentially going counter clockwise. He almost got dizzy just watching. Finally she was close enough to the mass of leaves and materials supporting her house. Ilia lunged towards a patch of leaves that were a slightly different color and her hands went through it. Sun had a feeling if she did that anywhere else then her performance would’ve ended horribly. Ilia pulled herself all the way up then poked her head back through to look at Sun. Funny, he was easier to look at when she was upside.

Ilia:I hope you were paying attention. Now it’s your turn.

Sun:I could just climb up the one nearest to the entrance. Oh, it even has grooves in it.

Ilia:Yeah it’s for lazy people or emergencies. I won’t stop you from taking it but I’ll hold it against you.

Sun:So what you’re saying is I have no choice?

Ilia:That’s the spirit!

Ilia extended a hand out of the leaves and waited patiently. He wasn’t getting out of this. Not by a long shot. Sun dramatically started rotating his hips and stretching as if he wasn’t already limbered up. Ilia wanted to playfully roll her eyes but found herself paying attention to the way his buttoned shirt slightly lifted up. For the first time she was actually a bit disappointed it was buttoned up and she hated herself for it.

‘This is stupid. He’s stupid. I’ve been complaining about his banana breath for months and I know I suddenly feel….I don’t know what I feel! Why the hell is he getting to me? How am I getting to him? Are we filling the void or-’ “Heads up!”Sun shouted as he jumped at her. Ilia was glad he did or else because she had stopped paying attention entirely. She didn’t even know he stopped stretching and now she’s grabbing his arm and pulling him up. ‘Great, now he has me spacing out…’ It was difficult not to chastise herself at this point. Feelings are complimented but not this complicated.

‘I don’t even like men.’ She knew this part of herself very well and from a young age. Of course she’s tried a couple of hetero relationships but early on she knew for a fact that she just wasn’t feeling anything romantic or otherwise. Yet here she was, clearly feeling something. It burned like fire and made her chest heavy, but also made her feel like she was breathing better than ever? Her heart ached, but she didn’t want it to stop. Somehow, it felt….good? All these positives and negatives kept clashing. She felt like a walking contradiction.

Sun had noticed the girl was lost in thought while they entered her home. He chose to leave her be. He wasn’t sure of what to say anyways. Right now he was invested in looking around. ‘I wish my home was half as cool as this.’ He thought while removing his shoes. Living in a literal treehouse was already cool but the way everything was set up kept adding brownie points. Then it hit him, small talking about her home could break the ease. He touched her shoulder and Ilia jumped a little; realizing she had spaced out again.

Ilia:S...Sorry. You say something?

Sun:I was gonna say you have a nice place.

Ilia:Oh, thanks. *smiles* You wouldn’t believe how long it took to make this place. Worth it though. It’s out of the way and peaceful.

Sun:Yeah I’ve noticed you tend to like your space. Anyways...I’ll...see ya tomorrow?

Ilia:Umm yeah?

Sun:....

Ilia:...

Sun:*slowly walking to the futon.*

Ilia:What are you doing?

Sun:About to...sleep?

Ilia:Aren’t you forgetting something?

Sun:....covers?

Ilia:A shower Sun. You’re dirty from being out partying.

Sun:I don’t have spare clothes.

Ilia:I have plenty of big t-shirts and basketball shorts. There’s spare towels and washcloths already in the bathroom.

Sun:Thanks.

Ilia:I can’t believe you tried going to sleep filthy.

Sun:Listen, I’m playing this by ear.

Ilia:Well make sure you wash behind said ears.

She walked down to the end of the wall into her room. A circular bed filled most of the room with cabinets drawers built in underneath where she stored her clothes. Lights hung from the center of the ceiling and spread across the walls like vines; while a small hatch connected to a string could open a piece of the ceiling to maya sky light. Airflow was good too. ‘I’m glad I cleaned in here.’

…..

‘Why’d I think that? He’s not going to be in here.’ Ilia dismissed the thought from her mind and grabbed whatever she reached for first. Blue shorts and yellow shirt; it’s funny how life works out like that sometimes. Ilia left the room and tossed Sun the clothes as he walked into the restroom.

Ilia:To turn on the shower-

Sun:I can figure out a bathtub Ilia.

Ilia:(Okay Mr. Know it all.Is the day finally getting to him or something? Guess I shouldn’t blame him. He’s not the only one on edge.)

Rushing water and the change of the sound of it hitting the tub did indeed let her know he figured it out. Oddly enough, knowing that Sun was currently showered wasn’t as flustering as everything else. That was until she realized a cold reality. One of two things would happen when he wears those clothes. Option one, he realizes there’s no change in underwear and wears the pair he has; eww. Or option two, he’ll go commando. In her shorts. That first option was looking really good. It’ll give her a reason to knock him down a peg.

Instead of waiting for him like a weirdo; Ilia went back to her room to grab one of the dozen pillows on her bed along with a spare blanket. It didn’t take long to turn the futon into bed mode and set everything up. She actually finished right as he got out. The boy’s hair and tail were a bit damp and his clothes folded up. That was unexpected. It really was hard to pinpoint exactly what level of care Sun did and did not have for hygiene. Ilia couldn’t resist looking at all the layers of the folded clothes. Sure enough, his boxers were there and not on him. Another thing to add to her contradicting feelings.

Ilia:Those fit you surprisingly well.

Sun:Why do you have such baggy clothes?

Ilia:Lounge wear. I like to be comfortable.

Sun:Really? Judy told me the opposite. Something about wearing bras while at home?

Ilia:Why does she care so much about that!? What’s the problem with that!?

Sun:She said it had something to do with being comfortable with your body in a safe environment. I didn’t really get it either. Do you have a place to wash these?

Ilia:Yeah I’ll deal with it. Right now just-...

Sun:Ilia?

She didn’t answer him. For a second he had thought she spaced out again but no, she was looking at him? Ilia started walking forward and actually passed him to the bathroom to the sink. Sun realized he had forgotten the things that were in his pockets there. Then, his face went pale.

Ilia picked up his scroll, a pack of gum, some change, and the thing that made her shut up in the first place. A couple of condom packets. Sun felt like flinging himself out the tree as Ilia walked back to him and slowly put all the items on his stack of clothes. The two looked at each other. Ilia had a face of skepticism and slight embarrassment. Sun doubled down on the ladder.

Ilia:So...were you feeling lucky tonight? Confident? Dumb...?

Sun:I swear those aren’t mine.

Ilia:Yet you have them because…?

Sun:Okay, they’re mine now. But I didn’t ask for them. Neptune gave me those when you and Judy got food. He kept going on about being prepared and not knowing what tonight could hold. I was trying to give them back but then you showed up and I panicked.

‘Neptune.’ Ilia thought menacingly. ‘You’ll get yours.’

Sun:Still mad.

Ilia:Not mad, I’m just on edge. Sorry.

Sun:Trust me, I get it. Go take your shower and I’m gonna go to sleep. I think we both need it.

Ilia:Yeah. You’re right. If you got hungry then feel free trying to create whatever out of the fridge.

Sun:Will do; thanks.

At last, the night was finally over. It was fun, exhausting but fun. She had taken her shower then went straight to her room. Ilia’s body felt heavy yet her mind was still racing and her eyes fully open; sleeping was impossible. Her hands fiddled with the stitching of the black basketball shorts and her gold tank top felt off for some reason. She knew it was all in her head. What felt off was in the other room.

Ilia grabbed her scroll to check the time. Almost one o’clock; only forty five minutes has passed since she finished her shower. ‘This is ridiculous. I’m tired so sleeping should be easy.’ She tried closing her eyes to sink into sleep but it never came. It only took another five minutes before she rose from her bed agitated. ‘I wonder if Sun is up? One way to find out.’

Ilia walked to the door before stopping suddenly. The butterflies were coming back. It was almost unbearable. Still she persisted and followed through. Step by anxious step, she walked towards the living room. Ilia peeked around the corner as if this was someone else’s house and found him facing the wall and bundled up under the blanket she gave him. At first glance he looked to be completely at rest. However, the twitch of his nose and eyes seen thanks to faunus night vision indicated otherwise.

Ilia:I know you’re awake. Don’t try to lie.

Sun:Sigh...looks like we’re both restless.

Ilia:Scooch over. At least we have tv.

He did what he was told and sat up so she could sit on his left. The light from the tv lit the dark room with some anime Ilia seemed to like. Sun wondered if Blake influenced the girl or if it was the other way around all along? Now wasn’t the time to bring her up though. It would’ve killed the mood; whatever that might be.

Ilia wasn’t afraid to steal cover from him and did so without a second thought. After sitting on the bench from earlier, this by far was an improvement. There was a bit more space this time. However, she could still feel the heat coming from him; so warm and inviting. She couldn’t help but scoot a little closer; making her skin turn more than a little red. Sun tried to focus on the show but it wasn’t working. Whatever shampoo Ilia used on her long flowing hair was tickling his nose. Maple, somehow it was perfect for her. Sun might’ve been a patient person even if he had his limits, and right now morality and a bit of fear was the only thing holding them back. He wasn’t the only one. Unlike him however, Ilia had enough of the tension. Progress had to be made; for better or for worse.

Ilia:It was nice….

Sun:Huh?

Ilia:You asked me at the pier how it was when we...you know. It was nice, from what I can remember.

Sun:*red* Oh. Me- me too. From what I can remember. It’s still pretty hazy at some parts. I...still remember your rules though.

Ilia:Is that right?

Sun:Yep.

……

Ilia:You’re holding yourself back somehow for my sake aren’t you? Even after what Neptune and I told you. I...don’t mind if you’re a little greedy sometimes.

His heart skips a beat. Sun looked at her from the corner of his eyes. Ilia kept both eyes on the screen but her entire face was flushed. She tried stealing a glance but locked eyes with him for a second. His attention was fully on her.

His silence was getting to her something fierce. She was about to speak again but the sudden warmth of Sun wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her closer made her gasp in surprise.

She was more than warm now; Ilia felt like an inferno. She could feel Sun’s hands shake slightly as they began roaming her midsection and legs. He was nervous. Good, that means she wasn’t alone.

Ilia places her hands on his to let him know his touch was more than welcomed. It got a bit more firmer. More confident. Ilia closed her eyes and shuddered from the way his hands made her body feel like it was melting. Short breaths of air sucked through her teeth periodically the more he advanced. Pleasure or not, Ilia’s pride refused to let her express to Sun how much she was enjoying such a simple act.

It only got more difficult. Sun leaned in and pressed his lips against her neck; making the girl in his arms bite her lip a little rougher than she would’ve liked. Slowly he trailed upwards until Ilia could feel his breath against her ear. “Let me know if you wanna stop.”, he whispered in a husky tone that was new to her. She doubted it was gonna be the last time it was heard. Ilia didn’t trust herself to speak so nodded instead. Sun’s hand got busy. His left hand slid under Ilia’s shirt and towards her chest. While the right one took the plunge down into shorts; trailing the middle finger up and down her already damp slit.

Ilia wasn’t ready for the sudden surge of pleasure. Her body hunched over a little as a reflex as she let out a small whimper. The freckles across her started turning pink as Sun kept the attention on her left tit and mound. “F..Fuck…”, she said with a rasp in her voice. She was rarely this sensitive; this needy. Yet right now Ilia felt like she had just run a marathon and was starting to break a sweat. Is this what happens when you let tension build all day? It was kinda worth it.

“You okay?” Sun said with his voice more normal than last time.

“Mmmhmm” was all Ilia could manage in the moment. She leaned back into his chest and lifted her waist. Both of her hands went to the waistband of her shorts a little faster than she meant to do and pulled the unneeded clothing off. She bent her left leg and placed on the futon. Allowing Sun to have more room for his right hand to work. The feeling of something poking her lower only her head get fuzzier. Ilia didn’t really remember much about what Sun was packing but she was anxious regardless.

Sun couldn’t help but think how cute she looked right now.Not to mention how aroused he was. He wasn’t afraid to admit that seeing her like this was thrilling. He wanted more. “You know you don’t have to hold back either right?” His voice dripping with desire. “I wanna hear you…”

Yeah, that voice was going to be a problem. “Don’t get ahead of yourse-aah!”

Her protest went unfinished as she felt Sun’s middle finger slide into her. The digit rubbed slowly; exploring this new, soaked area. With each thrust the walls clamped and spasmed around it. Sun continued kissing her. The assault on so many areas at once crumbled Ilia’s resolve. Her chest rising and falling in excitement. “That wasn’t so hard, wasn't it?”

“I’m...totally getting you...back.” Ilia did her best to calm down but it wasn’t working. Being the only one overwhelmed wasn’t fun. She was the person with actual experience here. Somehow she gathered her thoughts together and managed to reach behind her and tug on Sun’s shorts. A chill up his spine and through his tail from Ilia’s nimble fingers run down his pelvis. Moments later a rush of adrenaline hits him as her hands wrap around his length and frees it. Slowly her hands start stroking it up down. Ilia was never an expert at this thing for obvious reasons but Sun seemed to enjoy it. Low groans invaded her ear as she picked up the pace. The hot and foreign object steadily getting harder with time.

The sounds Ilia got out of Sun only made her enjoy it more. When was the last time foreplay felt this rewarding? This intense? She wanted to keep it going but her body had other plans. Sun slid a second finger into her to add more fuel to the fire that threatened to burn her up. “Sun...Sun!” Being quiet was out the window. Every touch felt like electricity. Her toes started to curl as she teetered on the edge of her release. “Time out! Time out!” She shouted frantically before it was too late.

“Huh?” Sun was caught off guard but stopped as instructed. Was she hurt? Did she change her mind. A million worries started building up as she sat forward and turned towards him completely flushed. Her shirt clinged to her body from the thin layer of sweat that covered her. Even strands of hair stuck to Ilia’s face as she calmed down. She didn’t look hurt, not at all. So why stop? “Umm did I do something wrong?”

Ilia shook her head side to side. “No. I just… the couch. I didn’t expect so much to happen here. It’s...way harder to clean than my sheets is all.” She wasn’t lying. The bed was definitely a better choice to do this. What she didn’t admit to him was how hard that orgasm was about to hit. No way would she have any energy to return the favor if it had.

“Oh, phew, I thought I did something bad. I’ve kinda been playing this entire thing by ear.” Knowing that only made Ilia more embarrassed. ‘I gotta step my game up.’ She thought; her heartbeat finally calming down a bit. She took this opportunity to look at what she had been so feverishly stroking. It only made her entire body change red in surprise. It didn’t look how she’d expect. It wasn’t anything cartoonishly big like many people over exaggerate about but she had a hard time believing that fit in her before. Then again, she did have a limp.

“Umm Ilia, could you not stare. It’s a little embarrassing.” The boy said sheepishly. It was crazy how fast his attitude changed in the heat of the moment. “Sorry, just psyching myself up is all. Where are the condoms?”

“The counter. We’re going straight to that? No oral or anything?” A valid question that would’ve made Ilia redder if that was even possible. “Sorry but not really the type of girl to do that in a...straight scenario.” It felt a little rude to say that out loud. “I wouldn’t feel right if you did it to me because then it’s one sided.”

He got why she felt that way but it was a little disappointing. He’d never done anything like that before either; it would’ve been interesting. “Understandable.Guess we’ll skip right to the fun part then.” Without warning he lifted her up. Ilia gave a small yelp; instinctively wrapping her arms and legs around him. “Hey! Warn me next ti-aah! S...Sun..” Ilia tried to maintain some bite in her voice but it proved nearly impossible by the small bites and nibbles being placed on her neck. The fire she tried to quell was rising again. She could barely keep her eyes open while Sun took her to bed. His tail grabbing the condoms from the counter along the way. This was really happening.

Sun pushed open the door and laid her gently on the bed. Ilia watched the boy make a sincere smile that said “yeah, I’m nervous too.” The fact that he’s been so attentive to her needs was chipping away at her pride and slightly bruising her ego. He shouldn’t be doing most of the work. Time to step up.

“Hey…”

“Hmm? Yeah Ili-” She pulled him down onto her bed before he could finish speaking. Ilia grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it off him; along with kicking off all the surplus pillows. Then leaned him back a little as she bit his neck; the feel of her left hand running across his skin frazzled Sun and left him speechless. “Relax for me…” her tone sultry and deliberately making things more anxious for him. Sun tried to control his breathing as her lips ran across his chest and her free hand pulled off his shorts; boxers and all.

Ilia finally removed her now soaked panties and straddled her friend right above his member. Sun was about to remind her about the condom but felt a chill as thin latex was being rolled onto him. ‘When did she take it from me?” He wondered in amazement and concerned. Being that sneaky in a situation like this is a dangerous skill. He wondered if it came naturally, or practiced?

“So, you ready?” His voice was shaking as he looked into her eyes. “Because I’m not.” Ilia pressed her forehead against his. Their bodies slightly shook and felt like pure flames. “Guess we’re on the same page. Second thoughts?”

“Not on your life.”

“Good, or this would’ve been pretty embarrassing.” Ilia raised her hips and lined him up with her entrance. Slowly she started to lower herself down. Inch by inch Ilia felt Sun spread her sensitive walls until he was nearly all the way inside. Full couldn’t begin to describe this feeling. It was like he was touching everything at once; sending pleasure from head to toe. How she did this drunk she’ll never understand.

Ilia leaned forward and hid her face in the crook of his neck and started rocking her hips. Raising them till the tip was all that remained before sinking back down to her limit. Gradually she got faster with each one and couldn’t stop the sounds of her own pleasure from escaping.

Sun was no different. His heart raced and his jaw was clenched tightly. She gripped him like a vice and felt hotter than imaginable. He didn’t know how he didn’t cum immediately. “Fuuuck! Ilia!” He groaned into her ear with a hunger in his voice. “You feel so good!” The bed began to creak as they continued to go at it; the only louder noise being their voice and the sound of wet flesh colliding.

Their minds became cloudy as they brought each other closer to the edge. Instincts guided their body’s now. Ilia felt her strength starting to wane. Annoyingly, her hips started slowing down. Nails dug into Sun’s back and her eyes closed as she tried to hold out just a little longer. “Close. I’m so damn close..”, she whimpered and mewled in a haze of passion.

“Me too. Ahh! Ilia!” He wasn’t going to let this moment fade, not yet. Not like this. Sun gripped the girls slender waist and started timing his thrust with hers. The way his fingers pressed into her reminded Ilia of last time. The added intensity and memories made her body rage and ache. Tension was building in the pit of her gut and her toes started to curl once again. “Sun I’m...I’M!!!”

Her lips denied her from finishing her sentence. Instead she let out a cry of pleasure while her entire body felt like it had just gotten zapped by a million volts. Sun felt Ilia’s soaked walls clamp down tighter to milk him of everything he had. The grip was too much for him to bear and Sun came, hard. Ilia felt the condom swell inside her. No doubt filling with ropes of cum from Sun’s frantically twitching length. Latex or not, she could feel the warmth from the loud and it made her shudder. She couldn’t even imagine the feeling of it actually shooting into her. The thought made her heart skip a beat.

Energy quickly left their bodies and Sun fell backwards with Ilia on laying on his chest. Sweat covered both of them and each struggled for a moment to calm their breathing. It wasn’t long after that Sun finally went limp enough to slide out of the gir. Ilia used the strength she had left to remove the condom and tie it up before tossing it to the side. Proper disposal can happen later. Right now was resting time.

Sun:Phew, that was...was…

Ilia:It really was….

Sun:So I did good?

Ilia:I’m...panting and was screaming. You tell me?

Sun:Good. I’m relieved. Not exactly experienced with any of this.

Ilia:You did wonderfully.

She groaned in blissful exhaustion. Keeping her eyes half open was a real struggle. Everything felt surreal. It had been all night. Both were about to pass out any minute.

Ilia:Time to rest. I can feel myself drifting.

Sun:Want me to go back to the couch? Give you some room?

Ilia:Idiot. You think I’d just kick you to the curve after this? I’m not getting off you and you earned this spot for tonight.

Sun:Good. Don’t think I would’ve made it there anyways. You think this will be weird tomorrow? Or you know, okay?

Ilia:You’re more than welcome to sneak out before I wake up if you can’t handle it. But right now..

She clung to him and willingly closed her eyes. “Rest…” those were her final words before drifting off into slumber. Sun followed right behind her. Letting darkness surround them as he held the girl close. It truly had been a long day.

Part 9 & Part 10(1)

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ikesengoficss · 5 years

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Hi Natalie !! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡ Yuki is my 2nd favorite warlord too, so expect some requests of him too, hehe. (｀・∀・´) I've been thinking about this for a while now, but would it be alright to request HC's of married life with Kennyo x Reader? I'm thinking years after the whole dispute w/ Nobunaga is miraculously settled. Perhaps they settle down in the forest, build their home together, Kennyo making a living off woodcarving & maybe MC teaches? Would fluff & a bit NSFW be alright? Thank you so much ❤️

Hello! Thank you for requesting this – I had a lot of fun writing it!~

Kennyo + MC Married Life

SFW

Kennyo is a very attentive, tender, and doting husband— and it will only ever be you that he’ll be so soft and affectionate with.

In his eyes, he is a demon, and how he got so lucky to have an angel for a wife, he will never know. He can only thank Buddha for this gift and second chance at life.

Revenge, with time, becomes a distant memory as the bonds of your marriage, and love grows deeper, and more powerful.

It was a miracle that the dispute between Kennyo and the Oda was settled and put to rest, all though all of them claim it was you that managed to end the war.

You lived with the Oda, and Kennyo respects in time your friendship with the Oda, and that Azuchi is your home.

But he is in love with you. And he wants you to always be with him. He can’t stand when he isn’t with you, it hurts his heart.

So on your birthday, he takes you to a special place deep within the forest, to a beautiful valley you’d never seen before. He even carries you on his back there;

“I’m getting too old for this…”

“You’re not old, my love.”

After a nice picnic, cuddling in the grass, playing in the water— and experience he’s never partake in. He never knew he could have so much fun swaying in a lake, splashing water at each other.

You’re laying on his haori, wrapped in each other’s arm. He shuffles beneath you and you look up at him confused, asking what he’s doing.

A soft, tender smile, only for you appears on his face. He holds out his hand and lifts you up. And he begins his proposal;

“You fluttered into my life, a blooming flower, landing within my palm. I never knew what real love was until I met you, my dove. I hold your hand now, and I want to hold your hand forever. MC— become my wife.”

With tears streaming down your face, you accept his proposal.

The two of you build your house together deep in the forest. It was Kennyo’s idea to do so. Shingen will help out too, since he loves woodwork. He wants to be close to nature, close to the animals, and you couldn’t deny that you wanted that too.

Building your home was fun; Kennyo is surprisingly playful when he wants to be. You’ll be working hard, and suddenly there is a heavy weight on your back.

Mike has been plopped on your back! and you’re forced to stay leaning forward so you don’t disturb the sweet boy!

“And you say I’m the cheeky one!” you laugh.

Kennyo chuckles walking away back to his own work, but not before he quips, “I wasn’t cheeky before I met you, dear one.”

Kennyo begins woodcarving, and is able to make a living out of it. You become a teacher, when you are not sewing. You enjoy teaching children how to read, and young girls how to sew.

After a couple years of marriage, you begin to talk about children. It is you who brings it up. Kennyo is very hesitant at first;

he thinks he is too old to be a father, and worries whether or not he’d even be a good one. He has come so far, but many days, he still sees himself as a demon.

But starting a family with you, having children… he wants that. So how could he say no to you?

Your first child is a little girl, in which you name Chou, meaning “butterfly”; The day you gave birth to her, butterflies had fluttered around you as you laid in a bed of grass. Kennyo said it was a gift from Buddha.

let me add onto this story real quick Poor guy was an absolute mess while you were giving birth. He had no idea what to do, and he had found you about to burst. Luckily, he finds it in him to fucking calm down, and help you to birth you’re gorgeous daughter.

A year later, you have a boy, who you name after Shingen who cries a river when he hears.

His children are his pride and joy, and he teaches them both how to do woodwork.

He shows them the beauty of nature. He helps them to build relationships with animals and preaches to them the importance of making the most of their life, for good.

Some more domestic headcanons;

There are lots of late night talks between the two of you, usually up until early in the morning, and you both realize the sun is almost coming up. But you both got lost in each other’s words.

Kennyo teaches his children how to play leapfrog. He once fell over though doing so, landing on his face, and you were in stitches, you couldn’t stop laughing. he wasn’t very impressed

Kennyo brings a new animal home every night for dinner. They get a full on gourmet meal.

Let’s not forget about Mike. Some days you find him if he isn’t working, laying on the ground with Mike no his chest, just rambling on about anything to the cat.

Shingen visits a lot.

One time Hideyoshi and Mitsuhide actually came to visit too while Shingen was visiting. You were terrified a fight was about to break out, but you all ended up drinking together, laughing like old friends. It reminded you a little bit of time in the future, when you’d be with friends at a bar. It becomes a regular thing for the warlords to come over for a meal.

“Is it tomorrow that your “mitsu” friends are coming…? or is it the ninja?”

“Ninja tomorrow, Mitsu Wednesday.”

“We need to clean then… We cannot have company in this state.” Says that when the house is already sparkling.

Kennyo is a bit of a clean freak. Not that that your home is particularly messy anyways. But if he sees even a speck of dust, he’s grumbling and frantically dusting.

NSFW

In the bedroom, making love with Kennyo can be really sweet, and slow, and sensual. Or can be really fast, and rough, and passionate.

After a nice day, Kennyo will lay you down in the futon, delicately ridding you of your clothes. He takes his time exploring your body. He cannot get enough of it.

He buries his face between your breasts, kissing between them. His tongue lavishes at your left breast, teetering around your nipple before his lips finally suckle on it. His other hand will either be cupping your other breasts, are slowly running up and down your body to soothe you, before finding its place between your legs.

He has such clever fingers to press at every spot within you, to stretch you, and ready your body for his entrance.

Your moans is sweet music to his ears. He loves when you grab onto his hair, tugging lightly as pleasure consumes you.

Prepared and ready for his length, he enters you, painfully slow. He can feel your nails digging into his shoulders, and he loves it. He lightly nibbles on your earlobe as he finally sheaths himself all the way in.

It’s pure ecstasy. You’re so warm and welcoming.

His thrust are slow, as he carefully pulls himself out before shoving himself in again, thrusting you forward.

“Sing for me, my dove. Let me hear your voice.”

Nights where he is frustrated, or self loathing, or just in need of some relief, prepare yourself.

For there is no gentle lovemaking, no teasing or foreplay; he’s getting right to it, spinning your around till your on your hands and knees.

He positions you so your chest is flat on the futon, and bottom in the air.

Before you know it, he is pounding into you; his hand is wrapped around the back of your neck, he’s leaning over you so he can tell you all his dirty thoughts.

It’s rough, and you love it. You can’t help but smile as he reaches every spot within you, you’re practically drooling onto the floor.

“That’s it, take MC, take all of me.”

“Forgive me, for I cannot stop myself.”

However when his children are born, he becomes much more aware of everything, and he’ll almost be afraid to start anything since he fears they’ll walk in on him.

He found it in bad taste at first sex in the woods, but he feels that’s the only place he can fully ravage you and not have to worry about his children seeing anything.

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pixieungerstories · 5 years

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Housemates - 11

Vinny was horny. There wasn’t another way to put that. And yes, Catholic girls weren’t supposed to think like that or even feel like that, but it was true. She wasn’t brave or rebellious. This wasn’t some kink she was trying to work through. She was flat out horny and Derick was the guy she was spending the most time with these days.

She didn’t have a boyfriend. She hadn’t in years. They made too many demands for her time and she wasn’t going to throw away her scholarship just to get laid. Ma had been very clear about the Catholic stance on premarital sex. Aunt Toni, however, had been equally clear on what behaviour you could reasonably expect from an adult woman. Which was why Vinny had BOB - that is a battery operated boyfriend - but that only worked for the immediate need. There wasn’t any conversation, foreplay or snuggling after.

She liked the guys. All of them, even if Kevin was a bit of an ass and Thea was clearly terrified of her. She hadn’t understood that at first, but once Derick pointed it out to her, she was amazed that she had missed it. Where things got really complicated was that she still had to live and work here and she was effectively considering taking advantage of Derick. Using him for sex. She wanted friendly sex. She just wasn’t sure how she would handle breakfast the next morning. She was aware she was pretty enough, but she also knew that when it came right do to it, guys weren’t as picky as they pretended to be. Objectively, Derick was safer than picking up a guy in a bar. How would that even work? She wouldn’t be bringing him back here. She was out of Ma’s house, but she was still effectively living with chaperones.

Right now, she was on the couch, cuddled up against Derick with Tristan rubbing her feet. Both of those things were working for her.

Looking around the room, she cuddled a little closer to Derick. She had given up on trying to make Bazur wear pants. He had some sort of fig leaf effect that worked well enough. Thea was watching from the ceiling. Kevin was currently the coffee table. It had been weird putting her drink on him. Kogan had a huge arm chair. Bazur had the other huge armchair. There was no sign of Dren.

Vinny worried about him missing out. She knew that after supper, he mostly went to read in his bathtub before melting as he drifted off to sleep. It just felt odd that he was left out of family movie night. Mind you, she wasn’t watching the latest instalment in the Action Hero (tm) franchise. The first one had been good, an interesting premise at least. Since then they had become bad parodies of the original. Trying to force another story out of the same formula had made them formulaic.

As she snuggled tighter against Derick, she noticed his arm hair getting a little fuller. “Is this ok?”

He kissed the top of her head and rubbed her back.

She looked up, met his gaze, then kissed him full on the lips. He kissed her back. Kevin ruined the moment by snickering. As she pulled away, Derick leaned in and whispered in her ear, “Anytime you want to continue this, just let me know.”

She froze as she thought about that. Then she took his hand, stood up and pulled him in the direction of his room. No one said anything, but Vinny was pretty sure the guys all watched them leave.

She ended up in Derick’s room, him sitting on the futon, his hands resting lightly on her hips, her hands holding his face while she kissed him. After a moment she needed to stop, needed to breathe and ground herself. The crook of his neck was the perfect place for her to rest her forehead.

Derick stroked her back, “You smell lonely.”

“That’s one way of putting it,” Vinny snorted. Then what he said really sank in. “I guess all those stories about werewolves are true then.”

Derick stiffened under her, despite the tension in his shoulders his voice was light. “Probably not,” he teased. “But, if you tell me what you’ve heard, I can confirm or deny.”

Vinny leaned back and looked at him. “OK. Biting?”

“Not my kink. Can’t speak for everyone, but it does nothing for me. Either as the biter or the, um, bitee.”

“Do you change while you, um-” holy shit, Vinny just say the word, “fuck?”

“I can. Most women don’t want me to.”

“Doggy style?”

Now he groaned and pushed her back a step. “I’m not some novelty fuck, Vinny. No. I am not a fan specifically because it’s the thing women want when they don’t care about me they just want to check a kink off their bucket list.”

Vinny froze. “This isn’t a bucket list thing. But, yeah… I just want a fuck buddy.”

Derick nodded, “I like being on my back so I can watch.”

Vinny decided to go for an easy one, “So the one about the knot is complete bullshit, right?” He blushed. “Or not?”

“That one is true. It’s another good reason for me to be on the bottom until we get used to each other. Consent gets tricky. If we end up tied together, there isn’t a way for you to change your mind and have everything stop without causing a lot of discomfort for us both. A tie doesn’t last very long. Five or ten minutes. But that is a long time if you really don’t want to be there.”

Vinny considered this.

“How do you feel about simulaneous hand jobs and cuddles after?”

“Sure,” Derick laughed. “Or, you smell delicious and I have a surprisingly long tongue.”

Vinny swallowed, her mouth suddenly dry. She nodded before stepping forward to kiss him. “Can I touch you?” she asked, tugging at his shirt.

Derick grinned and pulled it off. “Yes. Can I touch you?”

Vinny nodded and kissed him again as she ran her hands over his skin.

She knew it was a side effect from calories burned shifting, but Derick was lean and muscular in a way that made her want to lick his abs. She had been expecting him to be hairy or waxed. He was neither. He had a little bit of chest hair and a thin line running from his belly button to the top of his pants. It was like a perfect arrow drawing her eyes to his crotch.

His jeans hung low on his hip and she found her fingers going for his button.

“Easy there cowgirl, you are still very much more dressed than I am.”

Now she felt a little awkward. She wasn’t nearly as chiseled as Derick was. “Don’t laugh.”

Derick frowned, “Why would I laugh?”

“I wasn’t planning this when I came down from my room.”

“Neither was I, but I’m happy to be here.”

Vinny didn’t make eye contact as she pulled off her hoodie. She had enough squish that her sports bra was pressing into her torso a little. No enough to notice when she was wearing a top, but once she wasn’t it made a slight roll at the bottom. The easiest thing was to pull that quickly off too. Maybe he wouldn’t notice that her bra didn’t match her panties.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.” He said it reverentially almost like a prayer. Vinny blushed but felt a bit better about how this was going. “Come here?” He asked it like a question rather than stating it like an expectation.

When she did, he watched her face as he carefully cupped her breasts and ran his thumbs over her nipples. That was nice. She relaxed into his touch.

He leaned in and nuzzled her left side with his nose. When he opened his mouth, she was expecting to suck. In her experience, most men did like they were making up for missed breastfeeding opportunities. Derick licked, then swirled his tongue before gently dragging his teeth over in in a way that was not biting. It was still very nice. He kissed his way up her neck until he found her mouth again, before hooking his thumbs into her waistband.

Then he suddenly leaned back. “You are going to get cold.” He darted across the room and turned on the gas fireplace. Before laying out the futon and turning back to her. “It will warm up in a moment.”

She nodded and went to sit on the now bed. “Blankets?”

Derick nodded, slowly. “I would like to see you,” he suggested as he pulled open a wardrobe.

Vinny wasn’t entirely sure about that, so she deflected by taking the blanket and spreading it over the bed. When she turned around he was holding a second one.

Nodding to her sweats he smirked, “Let’s get you out of those wet things.”

Vinny gaped at him then snorted as she pulled down her pants and panties. He was right, she was soaked. When she looked up, he was watching her. She blushed a little and came over to where he was laying on the bed.

She tugged at his jeans, “Your turn.”

He caught her hands and brought them to his shoulders before ghosting his down her sides and sliding one between her legs. He used a finger to part her lips and gather some moisture. He brought his fingers to his lips and gave it suck. “You are delicious Vinny. How about I lean back and you can ride my face for a while?”

Vinny blinked. “I haven’t done that before.”

“I’ll help.” Derick lay back on the bed so that his feet were still on the floor and there was room for Vinny around his head. “Come sit on my chest.”

Vinny hesitated, “I’m not exactly light.”

Derick grinned, “I’m looking forward to that. I’m not exactly breakable.” He tugged on her hand and she climbed awkwardly into place. “You don’t have to do this, but it’s like having someone go down on you, except that you are in control of where they work.”

Vinny climbed awkwardly over him on her hands and knees. She put one foot near his shoulder and tried to sort of lower herself onto his face.

“Can I help?” he asked.

Vinny nodded.

Derrick put one hand on her ass and repositioned her leg so that her knee was near his ear, then switched sides and did the same with her other leg. Then his hands went to the tops of her thighs and he pulled her firmly against his mouth. This time it was a long lick that parted her lips. Vinny gasped and pulled away.

He let her. “Need me to stop?”

Vinny shook her head. Now it was on her to put herself back. She put her hands in front of her knees and leaned back into place. He licked her lips with a loud slurp before finding her clit and sucking hard. If he hadn’t been holding her thighs she would have pulled back again. He was right,in theory, it wasn’t any different than having someone go down on her. She suspected her previous partners hadn’t been as good at it as Derick was.

She trembled as he unerringly found the right spot and stayed there. Vinny realized she was rocking without having been aware she was doing it. He eased her forward a little and slipped his tongue inside. Hie tongue was longer than she was expecting, but that wasn’t where she wanted him. She rocked forward again. Derick took her hand and moved it to his head. Vinny accidentally gave his hair a tug, then did it again when he moaned his approval. Her thighs started shaking as the sensations threatened to over take her. Derick took a tighter hold on her thighs and just kept going as her body bucked and Vinny pressed her lips tight to avoid the gasps that wanted out.

The second wave of pleasure was only moments behind the first and this time he slowed as she came. He eased her back to his chest.

“That was nice,” he almost purred.

Vinny nodded, silently. The relief was so good she felt like crying. Derick must have noticed something, because he pulled her down his body and rolled them on to their sides. “Are you ok?”

Vinny gasped and nodded, then as she blinked the tears fell.

Derick looked worried, “Oh, sweetie, I’m so sorry, I didn’t-”

“No! That was perfect and you are perfect and I’m just a little emotional right now.”

Derick hugged her tight and rubbed her back. “You really needed that, huh.”

Vinny nodded.

“You don’t have to try to be quiet for me, just so you know.”

Vinny snorted, “Too many years of living in Ma’s house. I’m not really sure I want the guys in the TV room next door hearing either.”

“That’s fair. The TV room is pretty sound proof if it helps.”

Vinny nodded and wiped her cheeks. She was appalled to find her mascara had run.

“I’ll get you a warm washcloth,” Derick said right before he jumped up and bounded out of the room.

Vinny rolled over, cocooning herself in his blanket.

Read more (and see the pictures) here.

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ecofinisher · 5 years

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Distraction (Adrigami One-shot)

I had this weird dream once like a month ago and today I felt like the need to write it down :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16309199/chapters/41795033

Enjoy!

On the highway exit near to the road connected to the Arc de Triomphe were two fencing students dueling with each other, striking their sabers together.

The tall white dressed fencer dominated the shorter fencing student dressed in red, which deflected each attack the tall student practiced on her. The girl in the red fencing suit placed both hands on her saber and pushed the male fencer off her, making him lose the balance and fall down on the ground. The tall boy did a kip up and parried the attack of the female and pressed her against a wall, which was behind her a few meters away with his saber, after that he kept holding her back with the help of his sword and smirked behind his mask from being closer to defeating the girl. The girl swerved aside, making the guy slip against the wall, afterward the red-dressed fencer stung him with the sphere of the end of her saber on his back scoring a point for herself.

“I won again,” The girl said raising her saber up in victory, thereafter the tall fencing student took his helmet off revealing his face to the partner.

“That was really deft, Kagami” Complimented the blonde boy observing the girl remove her helmet and shake her head to have her hair set straight.

“Thanks” Responded the blue-haired girl smiling at the blonde.

“The current score is 5-4, are we going to do another match or shall we leave it like this?”

“I think I don’t have enough time for another one Adrien, I have to practice later on my violin. We can continue tomorrow if you don’t mind”

“I’m fine with that. Maybe tomorrow I will manage to win more matches” Assured Adrien confidently earning a nod from the petite blue-hair.

“We will see about that” Replied the Japanese fencing student with a giggle, placing her hands under the blonde’s chin to give him a kiss on the left side of his face.

“Can’t wait to meet you up tomorrow again,” The French boy said, making Kagami wide her eyes as she remembered she wanted to ask him something.

“Hey listen I forgot to ask you that before, but you know my parents are away for a few days and well….” The red-dressed girl explained the taller boy, while she patted with the index and middle finger Adrien’s cheek, which turned a little pink to the enjoyment of the girlfriend. ”I’d love to know if you would like to meet me late at night in my house...to have some company” Kagami kept caressing her boyfriend on the cheeks, which enjoyed her affectionate behavior towards him.

“Uh….me?” Asked Adrien surprised earning a nod from the short girl.

“Who else is here beside you?”

“No one of course” Responded Adrien imagining inside his head him sitting on a futon holding Kagami in his arms in bridal style making out, then his thoughts were interrupted by Kagami’ voice.

“You’re okay with that?” The blue-haired Japanese questioned the blonde, which shook his head fast to get back to real life.

“Yes, of course, I won’t mind be there with you” Adrien answered the girlfriend making her smile at the boy agreeing to pass by her home.

“You’re the best, thank you” Responded Kagami getting up closer to Adrien’s face by going on her tiptoes and gave him a quick kiss on his lips. “See you tonight,” Kagami said leaving the place with Adrien standing there dumbfounded as he watched his girlfriend disappearing down on the streets.

Later on that night Adrien stood in front of Kagami’s mansion and rang on the doorbell, then stood there waiting for the door to get open by someone, a short time later the door got open back and Kagami Tsurugi stood there dressed in her uniform.

“Good evening Ka….” Greeted Adrien waving at the girlfriend, which looked out around, if somewhere else stood too on the plot, thereafter she grabbed Adrien on his hand and pulled him into the house. “Ah!”

“Quick, let’s head into my bedroom” The girl with short hair ordered heading the way up to the second floor quickly with the son of the city’s famous fashion designer.

Up the two got into Kagami’s bedroom and the Japan descendant girl left Adrien’s hand down, earning a neutral look from the blonde, which wondered, what the girl was going to do.

“I’ll be right back,” Told the girl leaving the bedroom, then Adrien smiled and sat down on the futon of her girlfriend waiting for her to return.

“The bed doesn’t feel uncomfortable at all” Adrien said to himself laying down on the duvet of the futon crossing his arms behind his head, releasing a relaxed sigh, closing his eyes for a bit, then the door of the room got open and Adrien lifted his head up to see, if Kagami was back and she was, afterward he sat up smiling at the sight of the attractive girl, which looked down at him, mirroring his facial expression, thereafter Adrien grabbed Kagami on her hand getting up from her bed and leaned in for a kiss, which she gladly returned. Adrien held his arms behind her back, followed by the girlfriend slipping her hands behind the boyfriend’s head feeling delighted by fondling with the fingers inside the hair strands.

Behind Kagami, a raven-haired young boy looked up at the two wrapping his face in disgust at the sight of the teenage couple smooching around.

“Yuck!” The boy said shrieking Kagami and Adrien, then Kagami looked back at the kid.

“Sorry I got carried away...uhm this is Adrien, my boyfriend” Introduced Kagami to the young boy. “Adrien, this is Kubo, the boy I told you before”

“Uh….”

“You know before at fencing”

“Ah right...uhm….how did you say that again?” Questioned Adrien embarrassed at not remembering Kagami’s talk.

“I know before you agreed you were like stuck in your own fantasies”

“Oh….” Adrien said thinking of how the conversation must have been gone.

”I’d love to know if you would like to meet me late at night in my house...to have some company” Kagami kept caressing her boyfriend on the cheeks, which enjoyed her affectionate behavior towards him.

“Uh….me?” Asked Adrien surprised earning a nod from the short girl.

“Who else is here beside you?”

“No one of course” Replied Adrien getting distracted by his mind, then Kagami had talked to him again.

“Since your mother language is French it would be nice to have someone to help my little cousin to improve his language skills. I do know French very good, but I thought it would be nice to have you around” The blue-haired students said

“You’re okay with that?” The blue-haired Japanese questioned the blonde, which shook his head fast to get back to real life.

“Okay my bad I had thought on something then you took me out of it. Sorry”

“It’s alright Adrien” Kagami accepted the apology of the blonde walking up to her secretary on the other end of the room, then looked back at her cousin, which looked up at her boyfriend.

“Are you still going to help me?” Asked the boy looking up at the neutral face of the blonde, which smiled back at the boy warmed up by the question.

“I’d love to help you” Adrien responded making the boy smile, thereafter the two looked at the Japanese girl, which had smiled at the two boys wanting to work together. The two boys walked to Kagami’s desk sitting down on the two present chairs, soon Kagami brought a seat placing it next to her little cousin to sit down, then observed the two boys checking out the theme the boy had shown the blonde in his school book.

#adrimi #adrami #adrigami #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #inspired by a dream #inspired by a true story #Kagami Tsurugi #adrien agreste #kagadrien #twist #kind of weird #kagami is kinda seductive #yeah new headcanon #drabble #oneshot

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thedisguisedaltruism · 6 years

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prima donna // jung jaehyun

category: fluff, crack(?), (warning: mentions of explicit words)

pairing: jaehyun x reader

summary: you hated him because he ruined your first university week, but you’re too weak to fall for him after what happened that night before their school’s party.

word count: 3553

*author’s note: hey there! i want to thank y’all for giving love on my first au here! this one’s my weirdest au so far, because it’s another character of jae that i imagined and thought it will be fine to write about. but pls @ SM, let nct crossdress on their first concert! (re:edited)

Your second year in college has been sailing smooth so far, though sometimes you want to curl up and cry in your bed at your university’s dormitory from the reports and exams stacking up your schedule. Biology is fun, you thought before getting admitted into the university.

You seem to enjoy the course you’re currently taking but one thing’s for sure—you realized that something’s not good. So you asked your roommate, Shi, about that dilemma that has been clouding up your mind for more than a week. “Shi, do you, by any chance, seemed to notice something different at me?” You ask her.

“You still hate people.” She simply replies as she tore another scratch paper to write. She took creative writing and she does that every single time, and you got used to hearing the smearing sound of paper every night. You zone out once again, and suddenly you remembered the glares you shot to every student who walked past you everywhere before.

“Right. I mean… you know, it’s not my fault why I act like that—it was unintentional though.”

Shi rolls her eyes and adjusts her eyeglasses. “Unintentional… hmm, you think so? Damn it Y/N, if I could only conduct a social research of you glaring everyone you meet I am certain that the results and my assessed hypotheses will do good.” She looks at you with her typical resting bitch face and you only return a peace sign at her, defeated.

Because what she said was true.

You were about to get up from your bed and bring back your laptop from the kitchen when she added, “even my high school classmate was afraid of you.” You turned around and gave her a look. “Who?”

“The heartthrob from radio broadcasting department. You know, the Jung cutie.” Your roommate emphasized the Jung cutie, but you’re still clueless as hell.

“Huh?” You raise your left eyebrow and Shi clapped in front of your face. “Remember during university week last year? You were holding your favorite strawberry ice cream and someone just accidentally pushed your hand and the ice cream fell dramatically in your white polo shirt.”

The memory of that Jung guy who ruined your first university week as a freshman instantly flashed into your mind and your grip tightens as you muttered his name. “Jung Jaehyun.”

Shi snaps her fingers into a clicking sound and continues talking. “And then you glared at him and kicked his ass. Those people who witnessed your badass move just had their best day of their lives, to be honest.” She chuckles and she sits on the futon that your mother brought when you moved there, making you sit on the floor and exhaled deeply.

“I still hate him. It was my favorite polo shirt and I was looking for a cute guy that day but HE ruined it!” the pitch of your voice rose and you swiftly toned it down after you realized that it’s already dawn and continued. “He’s reminds me of that annoying kid in my grade school who crashes everyone’s day, too bad I only got a break during high school then another one appeared at college.”

The mini living room fell in silence, and later Shi talks again. “Actually, he’s a hottie, sis.”

You look at her and it felt like you rolled your eyes the most dramatic way possible and made a disgusted face. “Hell no. He may looked like an innocent one but looks can be deceiving, Shi! Who knows, he already slept with a lot of girls.”

Shi laughs so hard as her eyes form into cute crescents, and she looks so cute when she holds her tummy from laughing when hearing something funny, even if it is really funny or not. “Are you low-key telling me that you have an interest at him—“

“No!” you exclaim. “He’s never my ideal type. Never. Never.” You both shake your hands in protest and head no. “Never.”

“Believe me, he’s a nice guy. Maybe sometimes he looked like a bad boy but he isn’t. He’s one of my classmates in high school and actually doing great in academics. I mean c’mon, I think you two looked good together.”

It was that time when you give up on her annoying antics that you finally stand up and turn to the kitchen. “You’re not a wingman, Shi; you’re a writer in the making.”

Today’s weather is partially considerate to you since you’re an avid fan of cold breeze but hated getting soaked as you can feel the exposed part of your feet getting dampen from the fine rain while walking to your school’s building. You forgot to bring your umbrella, resorting you to sprint to the nearest shed and as when you are two steps away from the little shed, the rain poured harder. You cursed at the gods for making them hate you this type of weather.

You sit on the provided bench in the shed and check your backpack, and a relieved sigh escapes your mouth as you see your laptop’s case. There were thunders roaring at an interval and you have no choice left but to stay longer in the shed until the rain stops.

“Hey Y/N, if your class starts soon you can take my raincoat.” You turned around to see the person that you hated the most.

“Keep it.” You replied. His expression remains unchanged and shrugs as he looks at the dark sky for a moment. “It’s my first time seeing you this close though.” He adds.

“You… know my name?” You interrogated. It sounds surprised although you tried hard to shorten your conversation with him.

“Yeah? From Shi, your roommate.” He answered.

You huff as your gaze is fixated to the surroundings. “Considering you pushed me and my ice cream went straight to my white polo shirt, maybe so.” You keep your plain expression without looking at him, and you can see him looking away from you in your peripheral point of view. You tried hard not to laugh because he looked so dumb.

It took fourteen minutes for the heavy rain to stop and as soon as you noticed it pouring lightly, you immediately walked away from the shed and him because perhaps, he just ruined your day.

Another day has passed and still, you’re facing the typical activities done in your classes—report, moving exams, online quiz just in case when one of your professors are busy with their personal shenanigans and sometimes, laboratory works.

Sleep uproars to scarcity at your situation recently which is why you’re having a hard time dealing with everyone, especially your classmates’ shits in class and you wound up doing some of the easy activities just by yourself. You easily get irritated so the best way to get yourself away from trouble is to be alone.

Your last period finished earlier than you thought, so you rejoiced as you put your hoodie and walked back to the dormitory, hugging your genetics thick book close to your chest as you mentally plotting your sleeping plans.

Just as you reached the arts and sciences hall, you suddenly feel someone’s arm linked to yours that’s why you swiftly turned around and hit the person with your book at the chest. You gasp audibly as you looked up to see Jaehyun mirroring your expression. He then held his chest and acted as if he’s having a panic attack, and you were panicking when he sat on the ground, struggling as he holds his chest.

You put your bag as you held his shoulders firmly. He’s still in pain and you don’t know how to help him because first of all, he’s twenty centimeters taller and lastly, probably heavier than you. “Are you okay? I’m so sorry that wasn’t supposed to happe—“

“You’re so cute when you panicked.” His sudden change of expression made you halt in your position, deciphering what the hell just happened and you can feel everyone’s eyes on the two of you. Anger build up inside you, picking your book as you hit his chest as hard as you can. You yelled and got up, stomping your way to the dormitory, embarrassed and pissed.

“Sis, I swear that glass will shatter and hurt your hand.”

After getting back to the dormitory, you never utter any word; you only sit in silence, taking deep breaths, keeping your heart’s pace normal, and closing your eyes until your roommate arrives. She gave you a glass of water but that didn’t made you feel better because you’re conflicted whether you wanted to hide from embarrassment or wait for him at his first class tomorrow so you can throw your hardest punch at his face that everyone falls for.

“If you were on my position this afternoon, what would you do? Punch his face or leave him?” You asked, still gripping on the glass that she gave to you.

“Leave him? I guess. Then kick his shin the day after.” She folds her arms, watching you and the glass you’re holding—more likely she’s adamant that if she leaves you alone, you would rather break the glass just by yourself.

“You need to sleep, Y/N. That’s all. I swear you really have to cover up those horrifying eyebags of yours or else you’ll end up looking like a serial killer.” She sits beside you and massages your shoulders. “I’m sure he was embarrassed of himself too… trust me, it will be alright. ‘Kay? Let’s sleep.”

You drink the glass of water and sleep, hoping for the better days to come.

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A week has passed and luckily you were able to regain your sleep since your schedule is quite vacant, and you’re glad that you can rest without stressing for academic works, thanks to the faculty of your department’s trip.

You’re alone tonight in the dorm since Shi is out somewhere. While watching a series on your laptop, your phone rings. It was her calling you so you pick it up.

“Y/N, do me a favor! Please I’m begging you!”

You paused the series and answered. “And that would be?”

“Please go to the other dormitory and bring our make-up kit. I was supposed to do the make-up for my friend on their school’s party and he has to dress up as a drag queen omiglob please Y/N for the love of God do it!”

You groaned in reply since you can’t decline her request because she seldom does that. You know how important it is for her so you’ve got no choice but to run to the other dormitory just with your sweatpants, hoodie and your make-up kit. “Fine. I’ll be at the brick building as soon as possible.”

“The dorm’s room has JJ on the door tag and thank you sis! Have fun!”

You ended the call and instead of wondering where Shi could’ve went, you were walking in a steady pace to the brick building as you try to revive your make-up skills. The stars are gradually appearing as the sky welcomes the darkness.

After arriving in the brick building, you searched for the room with a ‘JJ’ tag and knocked as soon as you found it. The door opens, and you wished that a grim reaper will take your life at this moment.

“You?” You exclaimed, and his eyes widen from shock and horror.

Jaehyun was peeking at the door, keeping himself safe from your attacks soon. You stare at him for a good minute, and he realized that he should let you in to turn him into a drag queen just for tonight. “I thought Shi’s going to do it for me.” His voice was soft as he opens the door for you to enter. “She just called me to do it for you.” You said.

Their dorm is partly large, with two beds occupying and a mini living room with kitchen, just like yours and Shi’s. Also, you were surprised from the fact that it was more likely neater than yours. You went to their mini living room where he placed the things he’s supposed to wear and out of the blue, your boisterous laughter echoed the room.

“I can’t imagine seeing you wearing those dresses,” you hold your tummy between laughs, and he tries his best not to blush from embarrassment. “It’s just for tonight. I lost in the draw lots so some of us have to wear like this.” He replies, a wave of panic rushing him as he placed two chairs beside the dresses.

You walked to their mini living room and placed the make-up kit. Fortunately, the lightings are all good and you don’t need to adjust yourself to find for a good light where you can match his make-up. He’s standing beside you, towering you with his height. You turned around at him and he averted his gaze from you. His ears are crimson pink and for the first time in your life, you reached for his face to make him look at you.

“Damn it, you’re so tall.” You retorted as you stood on the chair holding two dresses, one is a long sleeve maroon bedazzled crop top with pencil skirt and the other one with a star-designed dress with ruffles on its sleeve. You looked back on the table to see three wigs scattered and you placed the dresses back to fit the wigs for him.

You placed the first wig which you can liken to Marilyn Monroe’s signature hairstyle, and you think it was the perfect fit for him. You placed the crop top to see if it matches, and you want to jump from excitement as it fits him well. Jaehyun is just busy looking at the wigs, the dresses, and you.

“We have less than two hours to prepare actually.” He said. Worry is evident on his face and you assured him that he’ll stand out.

“I swear, I can make you shine on the spotlight. Trust me.” You look at him straight in the eye and he shies away from your sight.

“It’s okay though. I mean it’s kinda embarrassing to do this… �� He trails off, unknown what to continue. You gestured him to sit down and placed hair pins to clip his fringe away from his forehead.

You mentally cursed, realizing how handsome he really is. It’s effortless to put any temporary remedies on his face since he’s pinkish glowing and has less blemishes. You set aside the primers and search the perfect foundation for his complexion as you juggle the awkward silence by doing some short interrogations at him. “What major are you in?” You start applying foundation on his face, chuckling as you saw his expression obviously crying for help. “Radio broadcasting.”

“Nice,” you paused for a moment and asked him to close his eyes. “Okay, you can open your eyes now.”

He opened his eyes and you brought your eyeshadow kit. You try to contrast the color of your picked dress and the eyeshadow and you started applying for it. You perfect his eyebrows first, leaning closer to him as you gently stroke the brush to his eyebrow line. You lean closer to him to perfect the eyeshadow, slightly feeling the chill breath he exhales on your neck as his eyes are shut. The next thing you did was blending it with some strong colors to his crease line and told him to close for a while since you’re going to apply a liquid eyeliner to add boldness on his eyes.

You held his face as you slowly blow the liquid eyeliner to dry, and he opened his eyes after. He looks deadly gorgeous just with his eyes, and you added more emphasis on its bottom part by applying the same dark shade. He barely have eyebags so you apply a minimal amount of concealer to make it completely hide them. You gestured him to look up and you finally finished the eyes part.

“Amazing.” You muttered. Proceeding next to the contour, you motioned him to dress up first and you waited for a while in the living room. After few minutes, he’s finished and you wanted to cry because he looks so perfect, like a diva.

“Quick, now sit because I have to contour your face.” You commanded, and you opened the contour stick, applying them to his sides of his face, nose, and cheekbones. You can’t stop laughing from imagining what would he looked like after you finish grooming him up. You took the brush and started blending, then applying highlighter on his cheekbones and the tip of his nose. You added more emphasis on the top of his eyebrows, shimmering its part and applied blush for his cheeks.

“I kid you not, I’m going to strangle you if I looked odd.” He muttered as you partly leaned your palm to his face while placing long, fake lashes.

“Do it, I’ll break your bones.” And he fell silent. He opened his eyes afterwards and you motioned him to stand up as you apply lipstick. You picked your personal favorite matte maroon lipstick and you applied it carefully on his lip. You put some lip liners and asked him to spread it a little, creating a perfect lip.

You finalized the look and added some embellishments beside his eyes, and you wished that Shi was here to acknowledge your amazing work. You clapped your hands and placed the wig, retouching his look once again and you removed the piercings on his ears, replacing them with sapphire dangling earrings and necklace. “You’re so short.” He jokes while looking at you struggling to close the hook of the necklace. “Fuck off.” You answered.

You looked at him one last time, and you searched for a big mirror if he has any and found it on his bedroom, placing it in front of him. He’s in awe looking at the drag queen version of himself, and shots you a look in wonder. “B-but… this is so good. What the hell.” He can’t stop looking at his different version in the mirror but you don’t mind.

He keeps touching his face, especially his eyebrows and his jeweled temples. “Will you be able to manage wearing heels?” You asked as you make him wear the black pumps. He shrugged in response, unsure.

“Here, let me help you.” You make him hold your shoulder as he struggle to stand up. He outbalanced for a moment and you make him compose his posture. You guide his walk for some time around their bedroom and after familiarizing the posture and walking, he gathered the things he has to bring and you arranged the make-up kit. Both of you went outside their room and he thanked you for sparing your time to groom him. “You saved my night and I want to thank you for that. But I’ll promise this won’t be happening again.”

You only chuckled and motioned him to lean closer. You fix his hair and after that, you smack your lips to his plump ones and pat his shoulders. Jaehyun is immobile in his position and you pinch his sides, causing him to wince in pain. “Hey, what was that?” He asked, still startled from your kiss.

“I have no idea rather. You looked beautiful tonight!” You exclaimed. Picking up the make-up kit, you tiptoed to kiss his cheeks but this time he took the opportunity as he leaned and cupped your face with his jeweled hands to kiss your lips.

“Seems like you used your lipstick on my lips for a purpose.” His whispered, with his voice deeper unlike his usual and he smirks but you’re unbothered because he looks the usual drop-dead gorgeous diva he is. “You up for tomorrow? We can talk more at the grill house outside at 7 p.m.” He asks with confidence, making you chuckle because he just asked you out in his drag queen attire.

You gave him a thumbs up as you started walking back to your dormitory and winked at him. He laughed and walked behind you as he’s ready to stun everyone from school of communication arts with his transformation.

You walk back to your dormitory, and after seeing Shi using your laptop to watch your favorite series, you placed the make-up kit beside her and grabbed the water bottle she’s holding. “I kissed your heartthrob classmate from radio broadcasting.” With that, you never saw her pausing the series faster than before after you told her what happened.

“Uh, that was fast.”

You lay on your bed, closing your eyes. “I don’t know why I kissed him sis, honestly speaking. Maybe it was because I’m proud of what I did or I instantly fell in love with his charms and I think he’s so adorable.”

Shi hummed and asked one last time. “Well, which of those did you feel?”

“Both.” You simply answered, and Shi clapped her hands. “Good, I’m go for your relationship if that’s the case. Hah, never. Never!” she said, mocking those last bitter words you told her nights ago. “Good night dumbass!”

“Good night, Shi. Thanks.”

At that night, you find it hard to believe that your soon-to-be-boyfriend was the person who never fails to annoy you everytime the two of you meet, and the one who ruined your first university week last year.

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akaluan · 6 years

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Crack crossover: Dragon Wings/Dragon Eclipse Pt4

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | ???

((and a scene from Jyuushiro’s pov bc why not.))

Jyuushiro took in the way Sasaki’s shoulders lowered minutely the moment they crossed the ward-lines of the Ugendo. Even the man’s carefully controlled reiatsu gained a calmer edge the further they walked along the path towards Jyuushiro’s home. It was clear Sasaki felt at home here on the grounds, just as much as he felt at home around Jyuushiro and Shunsui and Unohana.

(It was interesting to watch Sasaki’s movements, to listen to his voice, and /recognize/ bits and pieces of his mannerisms.)

(How close were they in his world, that he would adopt mannerisms from all of them?)

“Are you hungry?” Jyuushiro asked as he slid open the door and stepped through, pausing to trade his sandals for house slippers.

“I could eat,” Sasaki agreed, reaching out absently to an empty spot, then freezing with a grimace as his hand closed over nothing instead of the slippers he was clearly expecting. His gaze skittered to Jyuushiro then away, and he stiltedly pulled on a pair of guest slippers, shoulders rigid and reiatsu drawing inward.

Jyuushiro bit back a frown, wishing desperately that Shunsui had come home with him instead of staying to help sort out the mess left behind. Perhaps he shouldn’t have offered his home to Sasaki, but the man had seemed /relieved/, initially, and had been relaxing on their walk up.

Jyuushiro wasn’t blind. Sasaki had deliberately chosen to approach the three of them out of every being gathered, even the well-loved teens. Had seemed almost /disturbed/ by the teens — or perhaps by Urahara? He hadn’t caught the direction of the man’s gaze close enough to be certain.

“I’ll see what’s available, then,” Jyuushiro told Sasaki with a smile, then glanced over the man thoughtfully, taking in the small signs of disarray. “Would you prefer a fresh set of clothing? I’m certain I have some spare that will fit.”

Sasaki hesitated, then slowly nodded. “If it’s no bother,” he said. “I’ve been on my feet and moving for… two days now, I believe.”

“As have we,” Jyuushiro agreed. He led Sasaki down one of the hallways and gestured towards the bathroom. “If you’d like to get clean while I find you something fresh. I’ll leave the clothing just outside the door for you.”

He didn’t miss the flicker of relief across Sasaki’s face, no matter how quickly the man smoothed it out with a pleasant, warm smile. “Thank you,” Sasaki said, inclining his head in a small bow. “I appreciate your hospitality, Ukitake-san.”

“It’s the least I can do,” Jyuushiro countered, then stepped back and turned to head to his room, leaving Sasaki to clean off as thoroughly as the man wanted.

‘What difference in our worlds to produce a man like him,’ Jyuushiro wondered, as he sorted through his clean clothing. ‘Who /is/ he? He feels… familiar?’

He closed his eyes and breathed out, settling his mind and opening his senses. Sasaki was a beacon of power, carefully banked but still obvious at this distance. He’d only met a few people with such power at their disposal: the Soutaicho, Urahara Kaito, and… Kurosaki Ichigo.

Jyuushiro considered that as he folded the clothing and set it by the door to the bathroom. Just like Urahara Kaito felt similar to Urahara /Kisuke/, so too did Sasaki Uryuu feel similar to several of the teens that Urahara Kaito surrounded himself with.

But it was too close of a similarity to be anything but direct relation. From a man who held himself with the confidence of age and experience.

(An alternate reality.)

(Something about that niggled at his mind.)

Jyuushiro shook his head and went in to check the kitchen, making a pleased noise at the sight of the already-prepared food set under a small kido barrier. The servants had made plenty, he figured after a moment of consideration; they’d likely expected him to return with Shunsui at his side.

Either way, by the time Sasaki had returned from his shower, Jyuushiro had set the food out at the table and settled in to wait with a cup of tea. Like he’d suspected, Sasaki had no problem finding his way to the dining room, and the man seemed comfortable in Jyuushiro’s clothing, like he was used to the way the kimono was slightly too large on him.

“Thank you for this,” Sasaki said with a small bow, then took a seat across from Jyuushiro. He absently flicked his hands, nudging back the hems of the sleeves so his hands were free. “I appreciate it.”

Jyuushiro smiled warmly at Sasaki, and gestured for Sasaki to serve himself, noting the sort of items that he seemed to prefer. Dinner passed in quiet, idle conversation, nothing that would reveal anything truly important, just… simple things.

Like the state of Jyuushiro’s pond, and how many koi were currently living in it. Or the annoyances of paperwork. Little amusing anecdotes of their lives that gave only small insights into the worlds they lived in.

When they were done, Sasaki stood before Jyuushiro could, stacking up many of the dishes and carrying them back into the kitchen.

“You don’t have to—”

“Perhaps not, but that doesn’t mean I shouldn’t,” Sasaki cut him off with a dry look, already sorting the dishes out and giving them a basic cleaning. “Your other self already lost this argument,” he pointed out, tone bland.

“Be that as it may, you are my guest,” Jyuushiro tried again, only to blink at the mild, kind, /dangerous/ smile that Sasaki gave him in response. The sort of smile /he/ used whenever someone tried to suggest he rest when he didn’t need it. “You are… far too skilled at that.”

“Learned from the best,” Sasaki agreed, setting aside the dishes for the servants to give a thorough cleaning to later and drying off his hands. “More tea?”

“I… yes, please.”

It felt odd for a stranger to be serving him in his own home, but Sasaki did it with the ease of long habit. He didn’t need to ask where anything was, simply pulled out the kettle and set water on to boil. Then he brought down the teapot that Jyuushiro often used, glanced at Jyuushiro once, then selected one of the tins of tea leaves without question.

It was even odder to realize that Sasaki had selected the tea that Jyuushiro had been about to suggest.

(They really were close, weren’t they?)

They settled on his porch, a small table between them to hold their tea and the darkening grounds before them. The silence was more comfortable than Jyuushiro expected it to be, and he could already see the tension unwinding from Sasaki’s shoulders the longer they sat and simply drank tea.

Until, with a quiet sigh, Sasaki set aside his empty cup and tipped his head back to stare up at the dark sky above them. “Thank you for this,” he murmured. “I know you’re not /my/ Ukitake-ji-san, but still… thank you. I appreciate you going out of your way for a stranger like this.”

“You and he are close,” Jyuushiro said, turning Sasaki’s words over in his mind. Sasaki considered his Ukitake his uncle, and not simply as a way to lower Jyuushiro’s guard around him. He’d suspected it, but… confirmation on the relationship was nice.

“Initially against my will,” Sasaki admitted. “But he, Kyoraku-ji-san, and Unohana-ba-san didn’t let me be until I gave in.” He shrugged and tilted his head enough to give Jyuushiro a tiny, true smile. “They were all quite persistent.”

Jyuushiro chuckled softly and poured himself the last of the tea. “We can be, yes. Was there any particular reason, or..?”

“Ukitake-ji-san and Kyoraku-ji-san used the excuse of my zanpakutou being a dual blade.” At Jyuushiro’s surprised look, Sasaki smirked and nodded. “Yes, exactly.”

(Yet another dual blade user.)

(It /niggled/ at his mind… what was he overlooking?)

“I’m still not entirely certain what Unohana-ba-san saw that interested her,” Sasaki said. “She just… started involving herself.”

Jyuushiro hummed in thought, eyeing Sasaki out of the corner of his eye. There was a chance that Unohana-taicho got involved simply because /they/ had gotten involved, but Jyuushiro somehow doubted that. His instincts were telling him there was more to it than that.

Sasaki brought a hand up, covering a yawn, then gave Jyuushiro a sheepish look. “Sorry. I should probably get some sleep.”

“Understandable,” Jyuushiro said, rising to his feet. “Come, let me set up the guest room for you. And maybe lend a hair brush?” he asked, eyeing Sasaki’s striped, hip-length hair that was free of its previous braid. Sasaki’s hair had a distinctive wave to it, even damp as it still was, and Jyuushiro knew how much difficulty Shunsui had with /his/ hair.

Sasaki hesitated, then gave Jyuushiro another small, true smile. “That would be appreciated, thank you. Finger-combing is only so useful with hair like this.”

He chuckled. “Shunsui complains of the same thing.”

“Kyoraku-ji-san just complains so you’ll brush his hair for him,” Sasaki said with amusement. “He’s lazy like that.”

“I’m aware,” Jyuushiro replied dryly. He was tempted to ask if /Sasaki/ had anyone like that in his life, someone he could be just /himself/ around, but… it felt too personal a question.

(Too /dangerous/ of a question.)

(After all, his counterpart had used the /excuse/ of Sasaki’s dual blades to continually approach the man, according to Sasaki.)

(He knew what that meant.)

Jyuushiro shook his thoughts free and showed Sasaki to a guest room, bringing in bedding and a hair brush while Sasaki dragged the futon out and went about setting it up. And, when Sasaki thanked him and waved him off, Jyuushiro went.

He needed to speak with Sōgyo no Kotowari.

Maybe his spirits would have more insight than what he’d managed to gather himself.

#bleach #crossover #self-crossover #A Dragon Flaps Its Wings #Dragon Eclipse #Dragon Eclipse AU #DragonEclipseVerse

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hatakiri-blog · 6 years

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[ Hey @senjusaku , I’m your Secret Santa for @narutorp-secretsanta this year! I literally cannot draw so I figured I’d write you a Team 7 Christmas thingy. It’s kind of short and I wasn’t able to go back to spellcheck/grammar check it so it may or may not be shit. Regardless, Merry Christmas and I hope you like it!

Summary : Sakura informs Kakashi about a Team 7 Christmas dinner. He ends up participating in his own way. (brief appearances from Naruto, Sasuke, and Iruka) ]

Konohagakure has somehow transformed into a winter wonderland over night. Perfect timing, considering today was Christmas Eve. The streets are far busier than usual, shinobi and civilians both trying to get last minute shopping done. Most shinobi have been given the day off for the occasion; too much doom and gloom was not good for the mind and soul, the Sandaime had claimed.

“Kakashi-sensei, I’ve been looking all over for you!” A familiar voice prompts the silver haired nin to glance down from his favorite reading spot, a branch which he’d spent a good ten minutes cleaning the snow off of. He offers a two fingered wave in greeting, faltering slightly when he catches a glimpse of what she’s wearing.

His student is wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater that he’s ever seen. Between the metallic shine of the fabric to the way that the collar lit up with lights, he isn’t sure where his eyes are supposed to land first.

By the time his eyes recover from the sight, he realizes that she has finished speaking.

“Eh? What did you say?” Kakashi asks apologetically, hand placed on the back of his head. The genin sighs, clearly annoyed, before repeating.

“I thought you were supposed to have good hearing, sensei. I said that we’re having a Team 7 Christmas party tonight at your apartment-”

“My apartment?” Kakashi raises a brow before falling silent upon seeing Sakura’s glare.

“-and we would really like it if you could come. You’re in charge of making dinner and-”

“Why me?” Kakashi dares to ask another question.

“Because you’re the adult.” Adult. Responsibility. Children. It’s almost like he’s a father and my god, was that thought horrifying. The image of three toddlers- one blonde, one dark haired, and one with bright pink hair- pops up in his mind. They’re whining and crying, which is pretty much no different than what they currently do.

“As nice as that sounds, I’m going to have to decline.” Kakashi watches as her expression drops and a ‘why??’ sprouts from her lips, “I like to spend my Christmas Eve digging up the bodies of dead comrades; spending time with friends and family during the holidays is crucial.”

He lets the thought sink in for a moment, watching as Sakura’s jaw drops in horror. He’d said he had many hobbies but she’d never thought-

“Maa, relax. In all seriousness, I have a mission that needs my expertise tonight. S-rank missions don’t stop during the holidays.” Kakashi smiles as Sakura lets out a sigh of relief, though the disappointment doesn’t leave her eyes.

“I see. Of course, missions are super important.” Still, she cannot help but feel a bit dejected. Regardless, she works to conceal it behind a smile and a wave of farewell, “Sorry to bother you, sensei. Good luck on your mission!”

After finding out that Kakashi was a no go, the trio ended up celebrating at Iruka’s place (rather, Naruto had offered up Iruka’s place). The chuunin had been surprised to see them with three bags stuffed with groceries and a stack of presents but had let them in nonetheless.

While Naruto and Sasuke competed with each other on who could find the best Christmas tree, Sakura aided Iruka in the kitchen. Needless to say, her former sensei would never have a career in cooking. Between burning pretty much anything he put on a pan to dumping large quantities of salt in everything in an attempt to ‘season’, Sakura had decided that she would be the one cooking. On the bright side, he was great at chopping vegetables.

By the time Naruto and Sasuke reluctantly agreed on a tree, dinner was ready. Presents were shared, laughs were exchanged, and overall, the night felt warm despite the frosty climate just outside the door.

“I wonder if Kakashi-sensei’s alright.” Sakura suddenly blurts out while Naruto and Sasuke argue about trivial topics. The pair fall silent as the kunoichi glances out the window. The snowfall has increased significantly over the past few hours. She can’t imagine how cold it is outside, how lonely-

“I’m sure Kakashi-san is fine. A little snow won’t do him any harm.” Iruka reassures, breaking the silence. However, the way he looks at her indicates that he knows that she isn’t talking about the snow. Determined to ease their minds and repair the dropping mood, Iruka rises from his seat, “Who wants hot chocolate?”

The clock has long since struck midnight by the time Kakashi enters his apartment. His clothes are discarded in the hallway bit by bit as he makes his way towards the bathroom. By the time he makes it into the shower, warm water rolling down his broad shoulders, all articles of clothing have been discarded and were to be picked up later.

Kakashi stands in silence, listening to his own breaths and the steady stream of running water. A sigh escapes his lips as he begins to rub himself from head to toe with soap, watching as blood swirls down the drain.

Lips part in a painful hiss as his fingers run over a poorly patched up would on his abdomen. The skin is still sore to the touch and will be for the next few weeks unless he finds time to stop by the hospital to be seen by a proper medic.

Kakashi scoffs quietly at the thought. He never has and never will see a medic for a wound that can easily be stitched up. He’d been rather spoiled in his younger days with having a medic as his teammate.

When the Hatake finally exits the shower, he’s admittedly tempted to leave his dirtied clothing on the ground and drop face first onto his bed. The more logical part of him declines- he also has plans he has to get done by tonight. Towel wrapped around his waist, he follows the trail of clothing, picking each piece of fabric up by the unsoiled bits, and eventually tossing them into his laundry bin.

Entering his room, he once again finds himself subject to the temptation of rest before he catches sight of what he laid out across his mattress just before he’d left. Ah, yes, there were more pressing matters to attend to.

Santa supposedly arrives in a slay pulled by reindeer and drifts down one’s chimney to deliver his gifts. Kakashi is not nearly as glorious in his attempts, though in his defense, Iruka’s home lacked a chimney and it would be near impossible to find flying reindeer on such short notice.

He’d been slightly surprised when Pakkun, who he’d left in charge of keeping an eye on the kids, claimed that Team 7 had forced themselves into the chuunin’s apartment. This would make things a bit harder but he supposes having them all gathered in one place cuts down on the delivery time.

“You have my sincerest apologies, sensei.” Kakashi mutters as he enters through the window (the apology is for both dumping the kids on him and breaking into his house. Well, that and removing the seals placed on one of his windows but mostly the former two). The jounin keeps silent as he begins his quest, though makes an effort to keep his chakra flowing out and about to avoid panic should Iruka wake up. Perhaps he has and just hasn’t bothered getting up to question Kakashi on why he was in his apartment in the middle of the night.

He spots the Christmas tree before he spots the genin. Rather, he almost trips over Naruto’s sleeping form. The blonde has managed to roll off his futon and currently hugs onto the pillow barrier that had been crafted between him and Sasuke. Sakura sleeps soundly on the couch.

Kakashi avoids the pieces of wrapping paper that have been scattered around the room like landmines, knowing that the slightest crinkle will stir Sasuke. Slowly but surely, he makes his way across the room and to the tree. The Hatake reaches into his makeshift gift sack, setting each gift down under the tree one by one.

Each gift has a name written on it with no indication of the sender. Perhaps Naruto will think it’s from Santa Claus - a part of him hopes so, since one’s childhood never lasted long enough in the shinobi world.

Just as Kakashi turns to leave, he catches sight of a single wrapped box on the dinner table. They say curiosity killed the cat but then again, he’s certainly no cat. The jounin wonders why this one hasn’t been opened as he picks it up, turning it over in his hands.

For Kakashi-sensei. From Naruto, Sasuke, and Sakura.

The silver haired nin can only stare for a few moments, surprise flickering across his one eyed gaze. ‘For me?’, his expression asks as he looks back upon the sleeping form of his students.

He can do nothing to prevent the smile that spreads across his masked lips. Those damn brats, he thinks fondly as he makes his exit, Merry Christmas.

#kakashi #senjusaku #sakura #haruno sakura #hatake kakashi #uzumaki naruto #uchiha sasuke #team 7 #naruto shippuden #one shot #kakashi hatake #sakura haruno #sasuke uchiha #naruto uzumaki

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thegoldenonyx · 7 years

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After nightmare cuddles with tsukkiyama? (•ω•)

Okay, so you probably were expecting some cute fluffy cuddles or something. While there are some cute and fluffy cuddles, it got dark. Real dark. Oops.

WARNING: MINOR CHARACTER DEATH

Kei was less than pleased with the current situation. Sure, he was skeptical about the whole idea of a team trip to the coast, but now that he was actually here, he knew this was going to be a headache. The ride was quiet, most of his teammates sleeping a majority of the way. Now that they had arrived, they were suddenly all full of energy, and it was a bit annoying.

“What are we going to do first? We could play beach volleyball, or go swim in the ocean, or go on a hike, or build sandcastles, or-” Hinata rambled on excitedly as everyone finished arranging their stuff in the large, open room they were staying in.

“You’re free to do whatever until dinner, then we’ll come back and do some team bonding exercises,” Suga announced, turning to face the team. “So just make sure to meet back here around 6.”

“What do you wanna do Tsukki?” Yamaguchi asked him. He shrugged in response, listening in to what everyone else was doing. Tanaka, Noya, Hinata and Kageyama were going to play 2v2 beach volleyball, Shimizu and Yachi were going to walk along the beach, Suga, Daichi, and Asahi were going to check out all of the little beach shops, and Ennoshita, Narita, and Kinoshita were going to play cards on the deck.

“You can stay here with Ennoshita,” Kei decided, looking over at Yamaguchi. He could tell that was what Yamaguchi wanted to do, but he never would if Kei didn’t. “I think I’m just going to go on a walk.”

“Are you sure? I can go with you,” he insisted, looking back at him. Kei just shook his head.

“I’ll be fine, it will be nice to just be on my own for a bit,” he admitted, grabbing his phone and sliding his shoes on.

“Okay, be careful!” Yamaguchi called as Kei left the cabin. He lifted his hand slightly and walked out the door, turning left and walking up to the street.

It was a rather nice day, the sun was shining and the clouds were scarce. There was one road that ran along the beach, the south end leading to the row of shops and the north end leading into the forest. Kei decided to go north, walking along the tree lined road. There weren’t a lot of people out, an occasional car or person went by, but it was mainly just Kei and his thoughts.

After about an hour of mindlessly wandering, he noticed a woman walking her dog across the street. She seemed to be having some trouble, her dog was running ahead of her, pulling harshly on the leash. In one swift movement, the dog tugged the leash from her hand and ran across the street towards him.

“Shepard no!” she yelled rushing across the street towards him. At the very moment she stepped off the curb, a car rounded the corner, and she never made it to the other side of the road.

Kei felt his blood run cold; what did he just witness? He stood there completely frozen, watching the car skid to the side and the man run out, looking around frantically.

“What do I do?” he yelled frantically when he noticed Kei. Being addressed pulled him back into the present, and he rushed across the street to help.

“Call an ambulance,” he instructed as he knelt next to the woman. She was flat on her back, laying in a quickly growing pool of blood. “Can you hear me?” he asked her, looking for any sign that she could. When he didn’t see any movement, he began to slowly panic. He carefully lifted her head onto his lap and looked down at her face, the only thing he could do was try and keep her conscious until help arrived.

“Hey, look at me, okay. Keep your eyes open and keep looking at me. Don’t close your eyes, just look at me,” he instructed, more for himself than for her. Her eyes were still open, but the color was slowly fading. Something inside of him knew that there was nothing left to do, yet he couldn’t give up. He could hear the sirens in the distance, but everything just seemed so far away. He focused on the woman below him, her breathing getting shallow and her eyes dulling. Kei lightly grabbed her hands and just held them, hoping to bring her at least some comfort. Even after he felt her still, he didn’t let go until the paramedics got there.

The woman was pronounced dead on the scene, and after giving a statement to the cops, Kei was given a ride back to the cabin. As he got out of the cop car and walked down to the building, he saw his team all hanging out next to a fire roasting various food items. He tried to sneak into the cabin without being seen, but of course Yamaguchi noticed him.

“Tsukki, you’re la-” he began, his voice faltering after getting a good look at the other boy. Kei didn’t need a mirror to know he looked like shit, his clothes were covered in blood and he was pretty sure his face showed just how tired he was.

“Tsukishima, what on earth happened?” Suga asked, rushing over to him. Kei flinched slightly, he really didn’t want to talk to anybody right now.

“It’s not my blood,” he muttered, avoiding eye contact. “I’m going to go clean up and go to bed. I’ll see you guys later.” With that, he turned and entered the cabin, glad that nobody asked any more questions. He took a nice long shower, cleaning all of the blood off of his body, and threw away his clothes. Even if the stain did come out, he didn’t want any physical evidence of the events of that day. He set up his futon in the far corner of the room and curled up, wishing for sleep to take him quickly. Luckily for him, it did.

He was standing on the side of the road, another person across the street with a dog. In a split second, the dog was next to him and the other person was stepping into the street. The car rounded the corner and hit the person, sending them flying down the road. The car skidded to the side and a man jumped out, looking over at Kei with wide eyes.

“What do I do?” the man asked, his voice frantic.

“Call an ambulance,” Kei responded, rushing over to the injured person. He knelt down next to them and screamed.

It was Yamaguchi.

Kei bolted up, looking around the dark room. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw Yamaguchi sleeping peacefully in a futon next to him, safe and not laying in a pool of his own blood. He ran his fingers through his hair, trying to even his breathing. He leaned his back against the wall, just watching all of his teammates sleep. It calmed him down, seeing all of them safe and peaceful. He wasn’t sure how long he sat there before Yamaguchi spoke up.

“Kei,” he whispered, worry in his voice. “Are you alright?”

“No,” Kei responded, hugging his knees against his chest.

“We saw the news story…I’m sorry you had to go through that,” he apologized, propping himself up on his elbow.

“She died in my arms,” he muttered, his eyes staring blankly at the ground.

“You don’t have to talk about if you aren’t ready,” Yamaguchi told him, looking into his eyes.

“I’m just so drained,” Kei whispered, trying to avoid Yamaguchi’s gaze.

“But you can’t sleep,” he guessed, earning a nod from the taller boy. Yamaguchi grinned shyly and pushed himself out of his futon, moving over to Kei’s.

“Tadashi…” Kei began, looking down at him. Yamaguchi smiled and patted the spot next to him.

“You always used to do it when I had nightmares,” he shrugged, pulling Kei’s arm until he was laying next to him. Yamaguchi grinned and snuggled into his chest, instant warmth engulfing Kei. He wrapped his arms around Yamaguchi, holding him tight.

Yamaguchi was here, in his arms, safe and sound.

#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukiyama #tsukishima x yamaguchi #onyxwrites

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voidxred · 7 years

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”…I’m…still…alive, huh…”

The sun begins to rise, it’s beams of light reflecting harshly off the tinted windows of the buildings nearby. Directly being hit by those radiant beams lie a boy, sprawled out on the cold concrete surface, faintly breathing, and covered head to toe in wounds with a pool of blood slowly widening underneath his mauled body as he groggily comes to.

It had struck without warning.

It was supposed to be another ordinary day, another ordinary day spent at school, and another ordinary dinner spent alone like always when he returned home.

That’s how it was supposed to be, but as fate would have it, that ordinary high school student seeking to add some spice to his boring everyday life by investigating what was supposed to just be rumors swimming around town about the so-called ‘Shadows that devoured people’ was plunged into this Night against his will and there—

Those ordinary days came to an end in the form of that creature’s claws piercing the boy’s chest like a lance. The unsuspecting boy didn’t even have time to figure out what had happened before his body was run through and laughably flung away like a cheap rag doll. He wasn’t even allowed a final scream for help as his body was mounted by a grotesque, black creature hell-bent on devouring the poor boy body and soul before his wounds had the chance to overcome him.

In the face of those fangs and claws the boy’s mind froze over and emptied out. He wouldn’t even feel pain as the creature cruelly tore into his flesh and took bit by bit out of him.

Everything that had followed afterwards was all a blur.

When he came to all he could recall was an intense burning sensation in his chest, a frantic voice calling out to him, and then an explosion of red light. After that, as if abducted by that red light, that creature had vanished without a trace.

Then there was darkness.

A pure blackness so deep it was almost suffocating.

And then, nothing. As if something important had been ripped out of his body

Mustering all the strength available to him, the student pushes his blonde bangs out of his eyes with his free hand. In his right hand there was a long, ominously pulsating red blade he’d never seen before yet at the same time it felt incredibly familiar - like seeing your reflection in a mirror for the first time and instinctively recognizing yourself. As for where it came from and why he had it, he didn’t know and frankly and didn’t even care right now.

All he knew was, this really didn’t make any sense at all. Seriously. None of it. Not one single thing.

It was as if he had dozed off in class and fell into some bizarre nightmare.

…Yeah, that made sense. Once he closed his eyes and went to sleep he would just wake up at his desk after having chalk tossed at him by the instructor as always.

But honestly that was just his own wishful thinking.

Intuitively, the boy already understood that this was no dream. Without a doubt, this was terrible, cold, irreversible reality.

‘Am I… Am I seriously going to die like this?’ , he wondered as his crimson eyes continue to gaze at the rising sun. There’s nobody here. Even if he had the strength left to call for help there wasn’t a single soul around to hear him.

“Heh…”

Shit… Guess you’re just out of luck.

Getting drowned by the warm rays of the morning spring sun, it felt as though I was about to simply melt away and gradually….

… slowly…

…disappear…

Still, it didn’t seem like such a bad way to go in the long run. Sure as hell beats getting devoured by whatever that weird-ass thing was. I just wish I did a little more with my life than this. At the very least, if I knew I was going to die today I would have at least told Harada-san not to bring those notes to my place later. I’m always causing her so much trouble…

However, just before that particular student’s eyes close for the final time, suddenly blocking those warm rays out of his eyes, a hooded figure came into view, looking down on the fatally wounded boy with a somewhat disinterested expression.

“Hey, you unlucky student laying on the ground helplessly there, do you want to live?”

A surprisingly soft voice asked.

“…”

Of course. He coudn’t see a reason to refuse such an offer. No one in their right mind would say so otherwise. So why was she asking? Why the hell hadn’t she hurried and called an ambulance or something? Why was she acting this calmly even while he was bleeding to death and about to take that one-way boat ride down the Sanzu River? Was she an idiot?

He begins to get a bit angry. After all, he had the right to be with all this nonsensical bullshit he couldn’t make heads or tails of happening to him. Dealing with an idiotic person like this certainly was the last thing he needed in his current condition. He wanted to live. He wanted to keep living. No matter how ashamed he felt of himself, or ugly his life had been up until now, or if there was no reason at all for it he wanted to continue existing. He wanted to remain here. He wanted to talk to Harada again. He wanted to apologize to Yuzu-nee for turning his back on her and running away all that time ago. It was fine as long as he could stand up, he’ll walk away from this place all by himself if that’s what it took! Lifting his upper body up using only his arms with an enormous amount of effort the high-school student glared up at the girl with fierce, blood-colored eyes and hellish pupils, just about ready to give her a piece of his mind. And just like that, his voice dies in his throat along with any trace of hostility.

“Ah——”

Taking place of his frustration was pure, undiluted astonishment. With a clattering noise the blade he had been gripping tightly this whole time slips from his fingers as he stares up at the brunette.

Before his eyes was a girl around his age. No. Even younger than that. Maybe by a year or two give or take. Short caramel-brown hair, light skin, and lightly colored violet eyes that held a focus in them as though they belonged to some tempered seventeenth century samurai.

”——”

Those sharp eyes aside she had a frighteningly fragile-looking appearance, which only made those claw marks scattered to and fro all over her body ever more prevalent. It didn’t even need to be said she had acquired those wounds defending him from that creature that attacked him.

A chuckle.

Not from the boy, but from her. She didn’t smile, but the girl’s eyes from under that hood seemed to be making fun of him as if saying ‘You’re a feisty one, aren’t you?’

With that, the boy flustered a bit. It suddenly dawned on him that this whole time he had been scowling at the person who had just saved his life like she had just stolen the food off his plate. And because of that, a whole new kind of embarrassment hit him like a ton of bricks.

“Th, that’s uh…I…” His voice begin to trail off along with his flickering consciousness.

“Well?” The girls says directing the question at the helpless and bumbling student once again. “I don’t think you have enough time to consider your options. If you’re a man, you should at least be decisive about these things.”

He hated to admit it but she was definitely right.

After straining to sit up and getting flustered he didn’t have much more energy to keep himself conscious let alone respond with all the thoughts spinning around in his head and fading consciousness. Even so, the boy nods his head slowly, cautiously, as if afraid his head would fall off from his shoulders if he wasn’t careful.

Satisfied with his response the girl lifts her hood and gives a small but unbelievably beautiful smile.

Even if he died in that very next moment. Even he lived a thousand lifetimes from this point on. He knew would never forget that smile that had engraved itself into his heart and memories.

On chaotic morning and mere seconds away from death, for the first time in his sixteen years felt like he touched life...for the very first time.

“Then…with that sword of yours, please, kill me… End my eternity.”

『He wakes up. To release the girl bound by the perpetual chain from her fate』

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“…Hehe.”

Snapping out of his reverie a light chuckle escapes Kido Hyde’s lips as he recalls that fateful day and does a mental U-turn, placing his attention back to the silver-haired child seated patiently by his side.

”Ahh, sorry for staying quiet so long. I was thinking of somethi——

“…huh?”

"Zzzzzz…"

"H, —Hey! What in the hell are you doing?! I’m not a mattress, you know?! If you’re that tired you should just use the futon I got for you! What if you start drooling on me!? Hey! Vatista! Hey!!”

"Mmm..…nnn….”

No coherent response that foretold of waking. The girl named Vatista only stirred slightly from the sound of his loud voice and took it upon herself to make herself even more comfortable resting her head on his shoulder before snoring quietly once again. “Guh...” Seeing that, Hyde gives a bitter sigh of resignation. Against that peaceful sleeping face all a boy like him could do was begrudgingly accept his defeat.

I give up…

“…It must really be nice being so carefree.”

Amused, a soft smile forms on the Hyde’s lips as the boy would gently pet Vatista’s head and allow the mechanical girl use his body as her personal makeshift pillow for the time being, deciding he would carry her to lie down in her bed once he was ready to move from this spot.

“Heh…Wonder what in the hell all that was about though…”

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder as to why exactly it was he had recalled that memory for awhile before mentally shrugging it off as unimportant mere seconds later.

“Haaah… Whatever, it is what it is. But, when she gets back with the Old Man, guess I’ll make that hamburger steak she likes so much, just for a nice change of pace once in a while.” The smiling boy sighs once more before voicing a sudden premonition he had. “.....Just hope she isn’t off doing something crazy somewhere.”

#SORT OF JUST FELT LIKE MAKING A DRABBLE ABOUT HYDE'S MEETING WITH LINNE AND BOY I GOT CARRIED AWAY WHEN I MADE THIS BUT YES #I HAVE JUST ALOT OF EMOTIONS OVER THOSE TWO

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