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This is me calling Law out.
He is purposefully making his moves look sexy as possible, and that's the kind of bullshit we need to be calling out.
#I have this theory about Law awakening his devil's fruit while on his ship with Zoro#slowly running his hand down a SWORD doesn't help#because you know Zoro has so many swords#this post was totally just about swords#COULD that move be used in fanfic sexy times?#I hadn't even noticed!#this is some new world devil's fruit bullshit right here#the Op Op no mi#i said what i said#one piece#trafalgar d. water law#trafalgar law#amusing musings#wano arc#zolaw#those hands#watch what you do with them
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bleedin' me dry | luke castellan
runaway with luke ending here!!
summary: luke has a proposal. it doesn't go over well.
a/n: so um. obviously im a huge percy jackson stan ive got annabeth in my name and ive literally wanted to be her since i read the books in second grade and by virtue of being an annabeth stan i hate luke but i also think he is so interesting and so good for angst and i also love the pjo resurgence we’ve got going on here from the show!! so here you go. here's some angst
title from vampire by olivia rodrigo
wc: 2.8k
warning(s): fem!child of demeter reader. luke is his own warning lmao. pushy and manipulative behavior, not the healthiest relationship! and no happy ending
“You know I love the forest,” you mused, “but you have to have a reason for bringing me out here.”
He gave you a wry smile as he squeezed your hand. “Do I have to have a reason? You said you love it—that’s gotta be reason enough.”
“I love it, but there are monsters here.” You twisted your free hand and flowers sprouted up a few feet away. “It does give me a chance to show off, though.”
You were in your cabin helping Katie clean up everything—it was the last day of summer and most of the Demeter kids had already left—when Luke knocked on the door and asked you to accompany him on “a little adventure”. Despite the teasing of your siblings, you bashfully accepted.
It wasn’t the smartest thing, admittedly, to find yourself in the forest with your boyfriend with a couple hours ‘til curfew when you still weren’t even sure if you were leaving or not, but you had your dagger. Luke didn’t have his sword, but you had been practicing.
It wasn’t like it really mattered, anyways—he probably just wanted to make out with you. It was far from the first time, and for all he knew you were leaving for the school year in a few hours.
He chuckled but didn’t say anything. You looked up at him, a slight frown creasing your brows, and nudged him with your shoulder.
“Is everything okay, Luke?” you asked. “You’ve been… oddly quiet.”
Again, it took him a moment to respond before he just shrugged. “I’ve been thinking, I guess.”
“About what?”
“Life,” he said. “Our lives.”
“Very philosophical for the hour,” you said dryly. “Are you sure you’re okay?”
“Yeah,” Luke nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. I just wanted to ask you something.”
“Ask away.”
“Have you ever thought about leaving?”
“I’m still deciding whether I want to go back home for school or not, but—”
“Not after the summer,” Luke interrupted. “Leaving camp. For good.”
You frowned, a chill running down your spine. “Of course not. Camp Halfblood saved my life, Luke. I could never leave.”
“Says who?” Luke stopped and your intertwined hands pulled you back, stopping you as well.
“Says all the monsters that tried to kill me last time I went home,” you said slowly. “Don’t tell me you forgot the dracaena that nearly got me on that field trip.”
“‘Course I didn’t forget,” he said, inclining his head. “I just think you’re good enough now to make it without this place.”
“Luke,” you said with a strained laugh, “you— you can’t be serious.”
He shrugged. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“Because if we leave, we’ll die,” you said slowly. “I barely made it on my own out there.”
“You’re more powerful now. And you won’t be on your own,” he said, tugging you closer. Despite it all, warmth bloomed in your chest. “I can protect you.”
“Luke…” You trailed off as he cupped your cheek with his other hand, bringing your gaze back to his.
“What’s the point of staying here?” Luke murmured, an unmistakable softness in his eyes. “Just so we can sit around at summer camp for the rest of our lives? I mean, it’s not like that’s gonna be much longer, the way Chiron tells it.”
“I ha— we have friends here,” you said, huffing another laugh as you took a step back from him. It was easier to think when he wasn’t touching you, when you were still able to sever the string connecting the two of you. “We have a life here. A safe life, Luke, where we don’t have to look over our shoulders constantly.”
“Not me.” Luke shook his head as he moved a step forward in tandem, and he took your hand again, his grip tighter this time. “You’re the only thing I’ve got keeping me here.”
“Please,” you said in disbelief. “You’ve got a whole cabin of siblings that adore you. You’re the best swordfighter here. I’m pretty sure even Mr. D has a soft spot for you.”
“Please,” he mocked, “you can’t seriously believe that.”
You shrugged. “All I know is that when you finally asked me out, I gained a whole lot of enemies.”
“Like that means anything,” Luke said.
“The kids love you too!” you exclaimed. “Their eyes light up with stars whenever you help them with their sparring. You’re a beacon of light to this place— where is all of this coming from?”
“I’m tired,” Luke said roughly. “Tired of the gods ignoring us when all they’ve caused is pain.”
You frowned, but he continued on.
“You’re telling me you haven’t noticed it?” he asked. “When’s the last time you ever saw my dad give me any kind of attention besides some fun-colored smoke? He ruined my mother’s life— he ruined my life! And our cabin is damn near overflowing with unclaimed kids. Where are their parents?
“Luke—”
He shook his head as he forged on. “And you can’t say that Demeter is any good either. I bet she makes your cereal tastes real good in the morning, but she’s abandoned you for your whole life.”
“Luke, where is this coming from?” you asked, your frown deepening further and further as you let go of his hand and took a step back. “You— you know I’m not a fan of them, but you can’t just go around saying things like this. The last thing I need is for my mother to— to smite me, or strangle me with vines or something because I’m not appreciating her enough.”
Luke huffed a laugh. “That would be the most attention she’s paid to you since she claimed you.”
“She’s a goddess,” you said. “She’s got more important things to do than send me emails asking how my day is going.”
“Really?” Luke asked, his eyebrows rising.
“Yes, really,” you enunciated. “I expect it. I consider myself lucky she claimed me at all.”
“Do you even hear yourself?” he marveled as he said your name. “Your mother has never been there for you, and you think you’re lucky?”
“Luke—” you started, but you couldn’t even finish as he continued on.
“Demeter wasn’t there for the year you spent feeling like the scum of the Earth because you hadn’t been claimed yet. Demeter wasn’t there for the childhood she gifted to you then abandoned you for.” He pushed forward still. “Demeter wasn’t there for all those sleepless nights you spent in the Hermes cabin wondering if you were ever going to know who got you into this mess.”
“Luke, stop,” you finally managed to get out, moving back in turn.
“You know who was?” He continued to forge on, capturing your wrist when you tried to take another step back, eliciting a shaky exhale as you flinched. “Me.”
You ripped your arm away from him, fire in your eyes and blazing in your blood. “Don’t ever touch me like that again.”
“I’ve been here for you since the moment you stepped foot into Cabin Eleven!” Luke’s voice rose, and you’d never been more aware of the dagger hanging off your belt. “Through every tear, every tirade, every godsdamned rant about the gods—”
You stumbled back, and your heart stuttered in your chest as your back hit a tree. Your jaw was clenched, attempting to stop your tremors trying to wrack your body.
“And you’re telling me,” his voice suddenly lowered until it was scarily soft, little more than a whisper as he leaned over you, noses nearly touching, “that you would still choose them over me?”
“If you do not get away from me right now,” you said, quiet and even, “what we have, and anything we could have, will be over.”
Luke didn’t move. “Answer me.”
For a moment, it was just that—you and Luke staring at each other. His chest rising and falling just so from the effort of yelling, his beautiful eyes devoid of any previous softness. You thought your teeth might crack with the pressure in your jaw.
“No,” you said. “I wouldn’t choose them over you.”
And for an even shorter moment, his eyes do soften.
“But I won’t leave my family,” you whispered. “Not for whatever cause you think you’re fighting for.”
And just like that, the armor went up again.
“So that’s the way this ends,” Luke said evenly, and when he moved a few steps back, you felt like you could finally breathe again.
“You know who I am,” you argued, though you couldn’t make yourself move. “My siblings are my family— my friends are my family. I’d never leave them.”
“Oh, I should have expected it,” he said offhandedly. His laughter was a cruel thing. “I always knew you were a coward.”
“Don’t you dare turn this on me,” you spat. “Why do you even want to leave in the first place?”
“Because I’m sick and tired of all the bullshit that goes on here!” Luke yelled. “We’ve been here for years, and what the hell do we have to show for it? A couple scars? A lot of near death experiences? Some deadbeat parents that ruined our damned lives?”
“I have a family that I never could’ve dreamed of!” you exclaimed. “I have sisters and brothers that love me, friends that understand me, and—”
Your voice broke for a moment and you swallowed the lump in your throat, forcing the tears back. Some of the fire burning through your veins had been extinguished as you continued.
“And I thought I had a boyfriend that was there for me.”
It was there again—his eyes softening ever so slightly when he looked at you. But then he clenched his jaw. “And I thought I had a girlfriend that was there for me.”
“I won’t leave,” you enunciated. “I’m not going to help you with whatever crusade you think you’re meant to lead against the gods!”
“You don’t understand,” he insisted.
“You don’t understand!” you exclaimed. “You’re ready to leave all of this behind, and for what?”
“I don’t want to leave it all behind,” he said. “I want you by my side. We could be something truly great together— can’t you see?”
Luke took your hand again and pulled you away from the tree, gesturing with his hand around you. “You can control all of this. The whole world is your domain—we’d be untouchable.”
“Luke, you sound crazy,” you said roughly. “Where is all of this coming from, seriously?”
“I just know that we can live a better life,” he said. “Together, without the gods.”
“Witho—” You couldn’t even manage to finish the word, shaking your head at the pure absurdity of it. You hardly recognized your boyfriend purely because of the insanity he was spouting. “Luke, we don’t need to leave! We don’t need to stand against the gods, or— or whatever this is!”
This time, you took his hand as you tried to smile. “We can make this work, Luke, and we can make it work here,” you begged. “I promise.”
“Things need to change,” he said, voice steely, pulling his hand away. “And they’re clearly not going to change here.”
“Yes, they can,” you insisted, your hands clenching into fists at your side. “I want things to change too, believe me! But going off on your own isn’t going to do anything for it. We can start it here—together.”
His eyes were colder than ever as he looked down on you, and you truly didn’t recognize him. The glint in his eye and edges you would cut yourself on and the insanity he was spouting for no damn reason. You didn’t know what in Hades’ name had gotten into him.
“All we do is sit around and wait for that hag in the attic to spout prophecies, and then Chiron sends some kids off to die, and then we sit around and wait to do it again,” Luke said. “The gods keep making kids and the kids keep dying because they leave them in the world alone— we’re practically grandparents here because we’re lucky to make it past sixteen! The gods don’t do a damn thing about it, and neither does Chiron.”
He shook his head as he stared right into your eyes. “You’re not as smart as I thought if you think you can change anything here.”
“So— so what?” you asked brazenly. “You’re just gonna leave?”
Luke shrugged. “I was always gonna leave. It just depended whether you were with me or not.”
He turned around and started walking, and for a moment you were fully dumbstruck, unable to move. Then something snapped inside of you, and you moved your hands straight up through the air. Vines sprouted from the ground and tangled around Luke’s legs, stopping him and nearly causing him to fall.
“You don’t just get to walk away from me after spouting this bullshit,” you fumed as you ran to catch up with him. “What in Demeter’s name has gotten into you, Luke? Gods— this isn’t you!”
“See?” Luke smiled, ignoring your question. “You are powerful.”
“Answer me,” you seethed.
He shrugged, that small smile still on his lips. “It’s always been me. Maybe you’ve just been too stupid to realize.”
“Where are you going to go?” you asked, ignoring his jab. “Not home, clearly.”
It was a deep cut, something you never would have said under normal circumstances, but his expression didn’t change.
“I’ve got plans,” he said, ignoring your jab, and he huffed a laugh. “And I guess they don’t involve you anymore.”
All you could do was stand there, stunned as you stared at him. It was cliche, but it really wasn’t him, because you loved Luke and he loved you.
He’d always been a bit spitfire, always a little sharp around the edges, but you loved that about him—and he softened those edges for you. He was strong-willed and caring and passionate about everything, and you didn’t want to lose him. Not like this.
You knew what he’d been through. You knew what happened to his mother, what happened to Thalia, everyone he’d lost and every reason for every scar. But you never thought—
Gods. You never thought he’d actually do… this.
“Let me go, will ya?” Luke asked, tilting his head. “Or else what we have will be over— or whatever it was you said back there.”
The vines receded against your will, like his words just connected to your subconscious. You stayed rooted in place as he continued walking away.
But then he stopped. Turned around, looked right at you.
And for a moment you were fourteen again, feeling alone and forgotten going into your third month in the Hermes cabin. Grumbling your way through sword practice because the excited camp counselor who just happened to be your age refused to let you sulk for another day.
It was days after your fifteenth birthday, and the golden sickle with sheaths of wheat had finally appeared over your head at lunch. Luke had lunged at you, wrapping you in the tightest hug possible, and looked at you with all the stars in your eyes as he congratulated you. He helped you move your meager belongings into the Demeter cabin the very next day.
It was the first time you decided to go home since arriving at camp, and Luke was sidled outside your door, making wry comments every so often as he kept you company while you packed.
It was him kissing you right before you went over the hill because he said he couldn’t keep his feelings in any longer. It was you kissing him right back wondering why he waited so damn long.
It was three years of the best thing you’d ever experienced, of the most steadfast companion you could’ve had by your side—three years of Luke Castellan’s love.
Then you blinked, and you were back in the woods. Luke’s expression had softened, but the brimming tears in your eyes blurred your vision.
“I really did love you, y’know,” Luke finally murmured. “But you should know that love isn’t ever enough.”
He was out of your view before you could even muster the strength to move again, and then you were running through the forest faster than ever before.
But when you reached Cabin Eleven, there was no sign of him. And when you checked the pavilion and the forge and the amphitheater and the training arena and every other godsdamned place, you were just as disappointed.
But by the time you got to Chiron and found out the chaos that had spouted in his wake, that he had wanted you to be a part of, it was much, much too late.
Percy Jackson was fighting for his life. Camp had been left in complete disarray. Luke was working for Kronos.
And the man you loved was truly gone.
#this is especially funny to me bc luke is all for kronos but kronos literally ate her mom#couple goals!!#also she spent like 30 minutes looking for him after which is plentyyy of time for him to try and kill percy#luke castellan x reader#luke castellan fic#luke castellan angst#pjo x reader#x reader#sadie writes
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Being Married to Haganezuka - headcanons
Relationship between swordsmith and demon slayer was actually unheard of, but you didn't complain at all.
It was really comfortable, you lived with your husband and were close enough to be ready when needed.
Your husband was a difficult person: hot-blooded, extremely dedicated to his craft, and socially inept.
Many were sure he would never find a wife. That was until you came into the village, after all Hotaru was just a man and despite all of his heavy flaws managed to win your heart.
People hated him, and you knew that, but thankfully your presence brightened his image. Just a tiny bit. But still.
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He doesn't just talk about work. He rants.
A lot, actually.
Thanks to it, you know all about his clients, even if he has very little of those.
"I need to make new swords! And guess for who! For a kid that barely made it through Finale Selection!" Hotaru complains as you hum in acknowledgement while braiding the long black locks of your husband. "I am sure he will be like the others! Not respecting my work whatsoever!"
It's a simple routine before bed. He rants, letting out some of the frustration while your attention calms him down. It's always enough to actually allow him to properly rest during the night.
Sleeping with him is yet another completely different thing.
Once the two of you get into bed, there is no running away. When his arms wrap around you, it's over, you are stuck like this until the sun rises again. He is simply not letting you go.
Hotaru will never admit it out loud, but that's exactly what he is afraid of, you were the only woman that ever wanted him, so what would he do without you around.
You are his biggest treasure, he is not letting you go. Ever.
Mornings with Haganezuka are much nicer.
He is calm and rested as you're helping him to get ready for work right after breakfast.
"I hate that mask," You say with a grimace, while looking at the ugly mask in your hand.
Of course, you understand the whole idea of masks but it didn't change the fact you didn't like them, you preferred to see your husband without it.
He snatches the item from your hand and hands you a shawl. "You better help me with my hair," Hotaru mutters, sitting in front of you to make it easier. "You also should get ready."
With an eye roll, you started to wrap his hair, making sure they won't bother him during the work. "I am just as ready as you are," you sum up, tying the shawl as tightly as possible.
Once you were done he got up, put on the mask and turned to you. "I love you," he admits, while his hands move to your collar to properly button it.
Looking up at him, "I... I love you too...," you say with a soft grimace, making him frown under the mask. "What's your problem now?”
"Sorry. It's hard to say with that thing on your face," you admit slowly.
"You're annoying," He scoffs and turns to leave.
After grabbing your sword, you could follow him, walking by his side and holding his hand until you reach your post. Only then the two of you finally part ways for the day.
Hotaru is the one taking care of your sword.
How could he not!
Not only he's a swordsmith, but he is also your husband, so his duty to you is doubled or even tripled! Not to mention, the sword is his own creation.
"Did you clean it? Are you sure it's clean? Maybe you chipped it? Let me see!"
You need to keep him away, using your own hands to make sure he won't get to your sword. "Hotaru, love. I am sure of all of it," You sigh, but before you know it he already has his hands on it.
How did he even do that?!
With careful eyes, he checks the blade and handle to be fully sure you're telling the truth.
He couldn't allow his beloved wife to walk around with a sword that isn't properly taken care of. Hotaru wanted to be sure you are safe. "It's getting blunt. I will sharpen it for you. You can take the other one."
And just like that, your husband is off to do his things. There is no stopping him nor making him postpone the work.
Speaking about work!
Hotaru is hard working and stubborn.
Once he gets to work... He. Is. Gone.
The mix of passion and dedication in his case are actually a "deadly" combination. There is no way of pulling him away. Sadly, even as his own wife, you don't have this privilege.
Once, when you attempted to take the sword away to stop him, Hotaru snapped at you, his voice filled with frustration. "Don't you see I'm busy? This must be done, and I won't deliver a poorly made sword!"
After that, you never tried that again.
He can be gone for the whole day and night while forging a new blade. It's annoying when you cannot spend the evening snuggling with your husband.
BUT you are actually useful when he loses his temper!
"Y/N-sama!" One of the young apprentices yells, getting your attention immediately. Kids here love you since you are much nicer than Hotaru, but one of them approaching you while on duty isn't something usual.
"What is it? Did something happen?" You ask, giving the boy a soft smile.
Boy nodded quickly. "It's Haganezuka! He lost it again."
Letting out an annoyed sigh, you nod and quickly follow the boy just to find your husband held by three swordsmiths, while he's thrashing around to get free while another swordsmith stood nearby.
"What happened here?!" You ask with a frown.
Hotaru growls. "He interrupted my work! I was almost done with the sword! Now I will have to start all over again! I'll kill you!"
You blink and rub your face, no matter how many times it happened, you still couldn't get used to it. "Hotaru. That's enough, let's go home. I will make you mitarashi dangos."
He immediately stops his thrashing around and looks at you. Other swordsmiths look at each other confused and slowly let him go.
Instead of attacking the man that took the sword, he walks to you and hugs you tightly. "Let's go. I want mitarashi dangos."
Of course, it's not the only situation like this. Things like this often happen because of his temper. Sometimes you need to resort to tickling his sides, but this ends in you dragging him back home and him later scolding you for even doing this.
Since he works hard. He gets hurt.
Hotaru hates this, but at the same time he loves it. No one likes to get hurt, and he as a swordsmith sometimes gets his hands a little damaged in his work fever.
It's annoying. Wounds even if shallow still hurt and disturb the work.
Thankfully, he has you and he can always count on your help. He will not admit it, but he loves the way your palms feel against his own when you wrap his injuries.
You are a slayer, yet your hands are small and soft compared to his. Not to mention, you are always so gentle and careful while taking care of you. No one else can take care of his injuries just like you do.
"There you go," you say sweetly, tying a knot on a fresh bandage on his hand. Before he can thank you, you press a soft kiss to the injury. "I told you to be careful and to work less, but you never listen. Is it really that hard to listen just a little bit? For once?”
No matter how many times he returned home with cuts or/and abrasions, you always helped him and then scolded him. Normally he would get angry at someone for talking to him like this, but when it comes to you; Hotaru can't be mad, he actually feels oddly happy you do this.
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In summary.
Hotaru is a good man.
Others may hate him for his slightly angry nature, but that's because no one knows him like you do, not even a village chief.
He loves you in his own way and is forever grateful for you and the fact you love him back just as much.
Some people think you may regret marrying such a man, but you truly don't. He is the best thing that ever happened to you, and you wouldn't change him for anyone else.
#demon slayer#Haganezuka#demon slayer haganezuka#kny haganezuka#hotaru haganezuka#haganezuka x reader#demon slayer headcanons#hotaru haganezuka x reader#kny headcanons
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Zoro's Favorite Bartender that he has a thing for
+ $mut Headcanon
SFW
• Zoro has been coming to this Bar by accident for a while- He doesn't know how but he will always find his way to the Green Fuzz no matter where he is going.
• (Y/N) has been there for a while and always treats him well. Pouring him his favorite drinks and talking to him about his adventures. They make him feel good- Even when he's been beaten down or exhausted you've been there to lend him the spare bed in the back and a hot meal.
• "Ah Zoro, I see the wind blew you back here again" (Y/N) giggles at seeing the male. Even when he was a bounty hunter he would stumble into your bar confused by how he got there before taking a seat. Zoro shrugged at this as he sat in his usual spot. "Crew needed to stop to get some more supplies- figured I'd stop by"
• The two of you chat for hours, Zoro surprisingly seems more talkative when you're around. He can't help himself- you make it so easy to do so. From how you wrinkle your nose, snort your laughs and even when you hiss in disgust after a strong shot.
• He would never say it, maybe it was pride or a sense of wanting to keep you protected but- He may have fallen for you. His favorite Bartender that he would always he drawn to.
• "Hey Zoro, I gotta ask. You've been coming here for years, I am curious is it the drinks that bring you back or something else?" You finally ask after shaking another shot together.
• Zoro met their gaze as he downed another shot, His cheeks reddened from both the alcohol and the question.
• "For you, I show up for you"
NSFW
Warnings: Body-Worship, Unprotected Sex, Uhhhhh Sex?
• Maybe it was the alcohol or the admittance or attraction. However he found his way to that back room mattress. This time with you there as well
• Your fingers running through his green hair. Giggling at the feeling of his peppered kisses going down your neck.
• He kissed up your form meeting your lips again, his hands working to help peel off your shirt which you gladly helped.
• His own shirt being tossed away as well. Zoro couldn't help but look over you in want, his hands sliding its way across your body
• "I have traveled all the world and see many beautiful things- But you are by far the most beautiful sight I've ever seen"
• "You're so beautiful" He mumbled softly, You couldn't help but blush at his words.
• His kisses roam your body. Whispering sweet words of praise at your form- Perfect in every way.
• After that the pants come off and- Oh Boy 👀Let's say he's carrying a 4th sword as well
• Hes a pacient man, He will take time to slowly stretch you out with his fingers. Even using oral to help lubricate and have you hot an bothered.
• Once he knows your comforble he will set a gentle pace with you, Making sure to note your own pleasure while he unraveled in his.
•He isn't very vocal, Grunting and light hiss like moans.
• While being careful he may cum inside, if not mostly by accident. If he came first then he will defiently want to bring you to your own orgasm. Either with fingers, his own mouth, or even a second round if your up for it.
Aftercare
• He will hold you close, caressing your hair for a while.
• If there are any towels near by will clean you up to the best of his abilities however won't be too picky about it.
• "Not where I expected this to happen, But not mad either way"
• However like Zoro he will fall asleep quickly. One arm under his own head while the other holds you and keeps you close.
#Zoro headcanons#zoro x reader#roronoa zoro#zoro roronoa x reader#x reader#one peice x reader#zoro roronoa x you
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mmm thoughts of private executioner!blade, who is high priestess!kafka's bodyguard. well, more like her guard dog, as many fearfully seem to think.
he is aloof and gruff and rough around the edges, his name capturing it perfectly. when in the eyes of the public he either keeps to himself or stands ready by kafka's side, but when out he lurks in the shadows ready and waiting to carry out her death orders.
you, yourself, haven't had very many pleasant encounters with him... if you can even call them that. that being said, you haven't had many pleasant encounters with anyone. notorious for your... less than pleasant disposition, for a lack of better words, you have more people who'd rather see you run through than those you can call a friend.
in a dog-eat-dog world, you had no choice but to protect yourself. that, however, ultimately became your demise.
"oh? so you're the one sent to kill me. can't say i'm all that surprised."
standing before you is the feared executioner. his sword is tucked inside the sheath attached to his hip, that ever-present dark swirl of an aura stifling the air. he doesn't say anything, instead opting to silently stare down at your slumped and worn-out form. you find that his gaze doesn't bother you; rather, it's oddly comforting knowing someone will see you in your last moments.
"i've never asked you for a favour before, so this will be my first and last request for you." in all honesty, you're not sure where this chattiness stems from. considering you're currently in a holding cell under the crime of attempted murder towards kafka (a poisoned wine you were most definitely framed for, though you can't say you were surprised) and are awaiting for your turn to be under the guillotine for your public execution, you probably should be a little desperate towards the private executioner in front of you.
and yet, your mind is nothing if not peaceful.
with a huff, you relay your request, "can you make sure it's quick? painless, preferably, but i'd rather you just get it over and done with."
silence blankets the cold chambers. moisture accumulated along the cobble ceiling drip in a steady rhythm, like a clock ticking away the seconds. it's unnerving, almost, how there is not a single sound other than your impending countdown.
"why?" comes his low mutter, effectively causing a ripple within the stagnant air. you almost think you misheard him, but his following words cease the thought, "why won't you ask me for help?"
had it not been for the abrupt shuffle and clanging against the metal bars, you would have never looked up to see him in your last moments.
his scarred hands gripping the metal until his knuckles turn a ghastly white and blood dripping from his palms is what greets your sight. as your gaze slowly trails up, you almost let loose a laugh of disbelief; who would have thought blade, the infamous guard dog of the high priestess, could make such a desperate expression? one looking as though his whole world crumbled before him, in which he can do nothing but sit and watch.
(you will never know of the anger and desperation which coursed through his veins the moment he heard of your predicament. had it been anyone else, he wouldn't have cared. but you're not anyone else; you're you — unapologetically, wholeheartedly. it didn't take him long to hunt down those behind it, cutting them down without thought and putting an end to their miserable lives. he rushed as soon as he could when kafka gave him the order, no thoughts other than you, you, you, occupying his mind.
you will never know of the anguish which overcame him when he found you in such a state, your once healthy complexion and defiant gaze reduced to nothing but a tiredness which had always sat quietly behind your disposition. he's almost positive the muscle which unwillingly keeps him alive tore at the seems from your request, the acceptance in which you displayed causing his mind to go astray. even as he damn-near begs you to rely on him for help — to run away with him to some place no one knows of you and start anew there — you merely smile, resigned and peaceful.
you will never know of how much blade is willing to put on the line for you, for you never made it to see the complete and utter carnage he wrecked in your name.)
#what was initially a teehee shower thought became an ueue scenario#this was going somewhere and and then it got longer and longer and then took a severely angsty turn wtf#originally was going to keep this on the blog but then i cried at the end and decided it had to be let free <//3#im sorry blade i love u i really do but that just means i need to put u through the emotional wringer haha... ha... a....#oh and also blade is kafkas bodyguard bc she promised to help find a way to cure him of his curse#(<- the mara/immortality equivalent wow we love unneeded lore !)#and yeah. this is me saying i have too many ideas and aus and idk what to do with myself so im blurting them out here#this is yet another cry for help 🥹#sophie talks : concepts <3#blade x reader#honkai star rail x reader#hsr x reader#blade x you#honkai star rail x you#hsr x you#honkai star rail imagines#hsr imagines
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Aaaa I saw your hsr men meeting their child and had to send this in.
May I request for Blade, Dan Heng and Jing Yun (all separate) with their toddler who wants to learn how to wield the weapons they do? And sort of being a little trainee to them.
(I don’t know why but it’d be so cute if Blade, even though he put down craftsmanship made a blade for his daughter. Even if it’s a bit big for her and she’s off balance holding it 🥺.)
ohhh this is adorable! yes yes! ૮₍ ˃ ⤙ ˂ ₎ა
"if it is only for self-protective purposes." dan heng looked at his toddler who was waving around a stick, trying to mimic the movements of dan heng's spearmanship. a chuckle left your lips as you sat down in front of your child, watching with dan heng as he observed his child's movements.
"we can't always be there to protect our child, truthfully, especially when they are older. i think you should teach them how wield your spear." you say, looking towards your beloved with a faint smile. "it'll help them. and besides, i think it's cute to see mini-dan heng's running around with your spear!"
dan heng had a very faint smile on his lips, but there was nothing that he disliked about what you said. it was the truth, after all. with the dangers of the universe, it would be best to teach his child to learn how to defend themselves.
"alright, then. i will be a little strict with how i teach. i want them to be better than me once they grow older."
"better than you that they'd kick your butt?" you raise a brow, watching as your child began to poke dan heng in various places (he's even shielding where the sun doesn't shine).
"absolutely, y/n."
"this is for you." blade knelt to his child's height, gifting them a freshly crafted sword. although he had tossed away that part of him a long time ago, this was one of those few rare moments where he'd allow that side of him to return.
his advanced craftsmanship was a gift — only to those that were worth it.
"when you grow up, i'll teach you how to wield a sword to defend yourself. and your mother."
it was so rare to see blade like this. now he was normally sadistic and masochistic, always laughing and slaughtering those who got in his way. he did things for his mission, for his amusement... and now he's sharing the gentle, rare side of him with his own child.
he trusted you, after all, to not say a word about how fully comfortable he felt when it came to being vulnerable around you. you watched with a smile on your face as you watched your child laugh, playing with the toy sword in their hand as they playfully whacked it against blade's head.
"alright, now go attack your mother."
"mama—!"
and now, you'd pretend to be scared for your child, dramatically falling to the floor when your child gently whacks you with the toy.
"oh, you're with mimi again, huh?" jing yuan mused with a smile on his face as he witnessed his child snuggling up against the giant lioness, who was purring and nuzzling her head against the toddler's head.
you were next to the duo, reading a book as you admired the distance that xianzhou offered. your head turned towards your husband as he entered the fray, holding something behind his back.
"well, luckily for you, i have a gift for you."
your toddler perked their head up, their eyes bright and curious as their father approached them. "papa?" they questioned as they slowly got up, waddling towards their father. mimi stood up as well, following closely behind the child as though protecting them from falling.
jing yuan knelt, presenting a toy replica of his very own weapon. their eyes brightened as they took hold of the sword, waving it around.
"what do you say?" you ask your child, taking a sip of tea.
"thank you, dada!" they exclaim, now beginning to hit jing yuan repeatedly on the hip and mimi on the face with the replica.
"if that's the case," you look to your husband, "will you be teaching them how to fight in the future then?"
"absolutely. in this world... you need to protect yourself."
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The Outlaw's Spirit
After a reveal gone wrong, whether intentional or not, Danny books it. Sam and Tucker have to stay behind in Amity to prevent Maddie, Jack, and the GIW from following their best friend. The trio is 16~17 or so at this point.
Jazz, being the best big sis that she is, has been taking college classes online to protect Danny. She helps the two destroy the Drs. Fenton lab before grabbing her go bag and getting out of there. She plans to start anew in a different city so that Danny can eventually join her. She's thinking Gotham, with the ambient ectoplasm, and high crime rates, it'll feel more like home than Star City, or Metropolis.
Danny, meanwhile, keeps running. He comes across a high-tech jet and hides in it, pulling a stowaway.
This jet is a Batplane, but is currently being used by The Outlaws for a mission.
Danny's ghost sense has no idea about how to react to Jason, so it causes him to cough, revealing his location to the group.
"B." Artemis instructs Bizarro with his nickname.
Bizarro moves in slowly, while Jason pulls out his guns, and Artemis her sword. Bizarro opens wherever Danny is hiding, revealing his black hair and blue eyes of his human form. Seeing the shaking teen, B gently pulls him out and 'restrains' him via hug.
Danny is freaking out at the sight of these out-of-the-norm people, and his ghost sense is triggering a coughing fit, aggravating whatever wounds he may have.
"One of your brothers?" Artemis asks Jason, despite keeping her guard up.
"Not that I know. What are you doing in here, kid?" Jason lowes his guns, but doesn't holster them, wanting to keep them in hand in case this kid is an enemy.
Danny, coughing, takes a closer look at the three surrounding him.
"Red Hood? Artemis of the Bana-Mighdall? Bizarro? What? Huh?!"
"Worry, we hurt you." Bizarro says soothingly.
Tensing, Danny prepares to use his powers, but Artemis explains what Bizarro means before he does.
"What are you doing in here, kid? You're hurt." Jason reiterates before noticing just how the boy is breathing other than his coughing fits.
Feeling safer with these three than he had with his parents in a long time, and with them all not being entirely human themselves, Danny is willing to explain some things, but not everything.
"My parents, they're scientists, they found out that I'm not entirely human... I had to run. I saw this jet, and it was a chance for me to get further away from them before they track me down."
"They can track you?" Artemis asks while Bizarro releases Danny, setting the teen down on a bench. Jason pulls out a med kit and sets it down next to Danny.
Jason then gets the Batplane into the air while the other Outlaws get to know the stowaway more.
Jason's inner bat wants to do so much research that he resembles the Replacement more than himself, but more of him sees himself in the kid and, as much as he loathes to admit it, pull a Bruce to take care of the much-too-thin teen.
Setting the autopilot to Gotham, Jason re-joins the discussion, noting that the kid's coughs get worse the closer he gets. Odd.
Bizarro and the teen have bonded over video games and movies, even with Bizarro's speech mannerisms.
Artemis, on the other hand, is patching the boy up, not offering much to the conversation other than clearing some things up for B.
"Course's set for Gotham. Figure we'll want Alfie to get some proper food in ya. Now, can you explain all the coughing?" Jason plops down across from the teen, keeping some distance to not make the coughing worse if his hunch is right.
Danny explains in the broadest terms for his ghost sense, that it can tell when people have died, and that Red Hood didn't come back right.
Tense, Jason's vision bleeds into green as he questions, "How?"
"I can tell because I didn't come back right, either..." Danny then tries to explain ectoplasm as glowing green goo, causing Jason to tense even more.
"Lazarus Waters."
"What?"
Taking off his helmet, the lenses of Jason's domino are glowing, "Lazarus Waters. They threw me in mostly dead, and I came out mostly alive."
"That shouldn't..." Danny tilts his head, thinking of the lessons from Frostbite on the nature of ectoplasm and what happens when it gets corrupted. All part of his training for taking the throne. "Huh. Sounds like you got a batch of the more corrupted stuff. With pure ectoplasm, it would bring you back fully, with few side effects."
"Ectoplasm?" Bizarro asks from Danny's right.
Explaining in more detail, since Red Hood is some sort of subject of his and needs help, time passes and soon the autopilot is landing the jet.
"Come on, kid. Let's get some food in you, then we can see what to do about the Lazarus Waters." Jason puts a hand on the door to the Batplane, opening it to reveal the Batcave.
Just something that was floating around in my head. Not sure if I'll continue it, it's unlikely.
#dp x dc#ghost king danny#danny phantom#danny fenton#jason todd#red hood#artemis of bana mighdall#bizarro#the outcasts#jazz fenton#possible future anger management?#dc x dp#just the utter chaos that can ensue from the outcasts taking in danny#imagine danny coming along on their missions#phasing through things going invisible and causing utter havoc#there are times that jason would love it#other times he would be regretting taking in this chaos gremlin#the outlaw's spirit
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Monkey D. Luffy - Fish.
Warning : none
Genre : fluff
Synopsis : "oop siren!male reader who was saved by the crew from a bar that was gonna kill him to make food? all the fluffy stuff, i think reader would sing to the crew but very specific love songs to luffy, and i feel he would be running away from sanji and avoid the kitchen 😭" - @vainillacookie
Reader : male (he/you)
A/N : I pictured the reader like shyarly, so he doesn't have any legs, though his tail can be imagined differently
You knew you shouldn't have ventured alone out of the Grand Line but you wanted to see all the seas.
But here you were in the east blue, about to be eaten by some humans.
"Let go of me !" You yelled, slapping your tail against their faces. You struggled as best as you could, clawing and biting anything you could, yelling and screaming in hope to draw more attention to the kitchen.
"Shut up !" One of them yelled your way but you continued screaming. You'd explode their eardrums if necessary. Your voice is ringing in their ears, making some of them bleed.
You figured it worked as some waiters entered back in the kitchen, asking for the noise to stop as some customers began to be curious.
"Help ! Help me ! They're going to eat me !" You yelled and they cringed, hoping no one heard that.
They all tried to restrain you and silence you until the doors were kicked open, a small human making his entrance. He didn't look like a waiter or a cook and you hoped it was a customer here to help you.
"Mh ?" The man stared at you as everyone froze, his hand on his hat. "What's going on ?"
"They're trying to eat me ! Help !" You quickly yelled his way, still struggling, trying to get away from them.
"But you're a… a fish ?!"
"I'm not a fish !" You yelled back, angry. Did you look like a fucking fish ? "I'm a siren, you idiot ! Help me !"
The man stared at you and tilted his head. True. You didn't really look like a fish. His bad. He seemed to finally notice the people holding you down and frowned.
"Let go of him. He's not a fish." He said sternly.
"Or what." They stared at him, slowly moving away from you to grab their kitchen's ustensiles, clearly wanting to use them as weapons.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you." He said, smiling. Stretching his right arms as it cracked a bit. "Nami. Zoro. Sanji. Usopp" He called out and four more people entered the kitchen. "Me and my crew will defeat you."
The three men looked serious as well, ready to either open the door or to attack them. One had a slingshot, ready to shoot, one had green hair and a sword ready to cut while the third man, blonde hair, was just standing there looking menacing ?
"I don't think you want your customers to know you're cooking people." The woman, Nami added, threatening to open the door for everyone to see inside. "Plus, I've seen a few reporters in the room. They'd get the word around quickly."
"We… we don't have to go that far, ahah…" One of the men holding you said, letting go of you as the others did the same, slowly.
You pushed yourself away from them, struggling to go toward your saviors. Nami went to you with someone else, holding you by the arm.
"Are you okay ? Do you need help walking ?"
"Yes please." You said, throwing a glare to those that had tried to cook you. Nami and her friend helped you get away, accompanying you outside on their ship and soon the others followed.
They walked you to their kitchen, unaware you were anxious at the idea of getting inside another one. Looking for all the exits
"I'm Monkey D. Luffy." The man said, the one that had entered first, mistaking you for a fish. "And I'm gonna be king of the pirates !" He announced confidently, putting his right foot on the chair.
"Zoro." The green haired man said as he sat down.
"And I'm the great captain Usopp. But you can call me Usopp." The one with the slingshot said, looking as confident as Luffy.
"I'm Nami. Nice to meet you." The woman said, sitting down next to you.
"And I'm Sanji. Don't worry we're not going to cook you." The blonde haired man said as he looked through the drawers for… knives ? Was he going to try to cook you too ?
You looked at him with big eyes as all your cells screamed at you to get away. Frozen in place.
"Oh no, no, no. This isn't for you." Sanji said, looking at the knife. "You see, we didn't get to finish our lunch, so we're going to finish it here."
You continued to stare at him, afraid of what was coming next. But he simply opened the fridge and took something out before beginning to cut and cook it. You relaxed slightly, still keeping an eye on him while Luffy smiled, clearly amused.
"So ? What's your name ?" Nami asked, putting her face in front of you to get your attention.
"Huh… [Name]." You simply said, still unsure of what to think of them, looking at her with wide eyes.
"What's a siren doing here in east blue ? I read you exclusively lived in the Grand Line in Fish-man Island ?" She continued and Luffy perked up at the mention of Grand Line.
"I huh… wanted to see all the seas…"
"Wait, Fish-man island ? So does this mean mermaids exist ? I've seen fishmen but-" Sanji turned, suddenly growing interested.
"Of course ! Why wouldn't they ?" You frowned at his question but he looked surprised and simply smiled, looking pleased by your answer. "Say, you really aren't going to eat me ?" You asked quietly, looking at all of them, still suspicious.
"Of course not. You aren't a fish, [Name]." Luffy said, placing a hand on your shoulder.
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It's been a few days and you got to know them more even though you avoided staying in the kitchen with Sanji for too long. He seemed nice, but you feared to see their fridge empty with only you to feed them.
But you didn't mind spending time with Luffy. He had easily made himself a cozy place in your heart with his smile and laugh and carefree personality.
They found out you had a pretty singing voice when you sang for Luffy, helping him fall asleep at night, and helping the rest of the crew on the same occasion.
They didn't mind that you sang only for him because you had a strong voice that the wind transported, accompanying them for the day.
Luffy would grin each time you sang to him, not noticing you wouldn't sing to the others. Loving your voice and the rhythm you sang to.
He'd sing with you, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and clapping his hands together. He sings a little out of tune at times but it always comes from the heart.
He'd often ask you to join his crew. After all, there's always a musician in a pirate crew, ready to sing their adventures and exploits.
#male reader#m!reader#one piece#one piece imagine#one piece x male reader#one piece live action#opla#opla x male reader#opla imagine#opla luffy#monkey d luffy#monkey d luffu x male reader#monkey d luffy imagine
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down on the king (1.3k words)
paring: eddie munson x fem!reader
summary: reader is fed up with eddie giving all his attention to the upcoming D&D campaign.
warnings: 18+ ONLY (leave minors pls), sorta dom!reader, oral (m receiving), under-the-table blowjob and handjob, (semi) public smut, slightly strong language, cum in mouth, pet names (baby, king) almost getting caught and cringey writing.
a/n: apologies for not posting but here we go. excuse the writing in some parts, i'll proofread it in the morning. (also it’s just straight up porn at this point i got carried away)
feedback & criticism is very appreciated. please let me know if you have any thoughts on how I can approve. thank you :)
You sat across the long D&D table, sitting directly opposite of Eddie who sat in his throne – buried deep into his notebooks – trying to plan the perfect new campaign for the rest of the hellfire club. The fact that he had spent months planning this one, along with the fact that it had consumed all your attention, even though you knew how much effort he put into these campaigns, made you a bit annoyed.
“Hey, grumpy pants!” you exclaim, throwing a pretzel in his direction, hitting directly against one of his notebooks. His eyes never leaving his notes, all he did was let out a slight hmm. You groan, pushing your back deeper into the chair, starting to dig into the plastic bag of pretzels again. “Keep actin’ like that and -” you began before he interrupted you by saying, “Throw another pretzel and it won’t end good for you.”
“I take that as a challenge.” you mumble under your breath, quietly taking another pretzel from the bag. You watch as his eyes finally snap up from his notebook, those chocolate brown eyes piercing into your soul – his expression showing a look of ‘oh really?’ You leaned forward against the table, carefully letting your shirt hang from your chest exposing your cleavage.
“You’re a fucking tease.” he scoffs, pushing back slightly from his chair as a loud squeak across the wooden floors echoes through the room. “No no, sit back down” you command, elbows pressing against the table, watching as his body pauses from standing up. “Go on…continue with your campaign planning.” your voice coated in annoyance.
He plops back down into his seat, pulling his gaze from you, “Look who’s the grumpy pants now” he mumbles, thumbing through the pages in his notebook. You sigh heavily, pushing the seat back as you stood up – the same loud squeak breaking through the silence again. But his eyes doesn't leave his pages, he was determined not to be distracted by you. Well at least for now.
You drop to your knees silently, crawling your way under the long D&D table right at the foot of his throne. You scoot forward slowly, noticing the growing erection through his jeans from your ‘teasing’. You hum quietly, running your hand along his legs, dragging your hands up against them until you get to his thighs. His body jolted at your harsh touch, “Y/N? What the fuck?” he asks, trying to scoot his chair back.
“Stay right there.” you demand, tightening your grip against his thigh. You hear him grunt from above you, adjusting himself in his seat as he sinks deeper into his throne. Your hands brush against his thighs as they meet his belt – you begin undoing his belt and jeans, tugging them down slightly followed by his boxers. You watch as his happy trail starts being exposed, tugging the jeans down faster.
His hips lift up, helping you pull his jeans and boxers combo down to his ankles. “I’m just trying to go down on the king.” you say, taking his hardened cock in your hand. spitting into your palm, you spread it over his thick shaft and stroke slowly, causing him to take in a labored breath. You watch as precum escapes his pretty pink tip as your hand moves up and down the firm limb. His thighs tensing with each stroke.
“The king likes his sword played with, huh?” you ask, a tone of fake innocence cloaking your voice. You hear him hum in pleasure, followed by the sound of his head heading the chair as he throws his head back. You edged your face closer to his cock, continuing to stroke his shaft – thumbing over his dripping tip mixing precum and your saliva together in your movements.
“Baby…” he grunts, thrusting his hips as he sinks as low as he could into his seat, “I want your mouth already.” his voice was whinny, which you didn’t mind…you always loved hearing him beg for you. Your free hand starts caressing his plump thigh as your parted lips hovered his tip, teasing his head.
You begin pecking at his tip, “Oh you want this pretty little mouth?” you ask as you hungrily took his tip in your mouth, tongue swirling around it – focusing on the slit covered in beads of precum. “Y-Yes please…” he whimpers out, his thick hand moving under the table, gripping at your hair to push down on. You quickly smack his hand away, removing your lips from the tip.
“No touching.” you said sternly, feeling as his hand releases his grip, obeying your orders. You loosen your tight grip around his cock. “That’s a good boy.” you praise, shoving his cock flat against his lower belly, your tongue licked up the thick vein that ran along the underside.
“J-Jesus fuckin’ christ” he stammered out, the muscles in his abdomen tightening and twitching. His hands smacked against the arm rests, gripping onto the wood harshly. A smirk paints your face as you pull back from his cock, just to take the tip in your mouth once again, swirling your tongue around his tip.
You eagerly bobbed your head up and down his cock, tasting the mix of precum and saliva with every slobbery motion. Your hand joins in the motions, bobbing your head as your hand helps with the pumping motion. Above the table, Eddie’s a whining mess, his grip against the arm rests becoming tighter and tighter as ignores the temptations of gripping onto your hair to push you deeper.
As you shifted your mouth, you relaxed your gag reflex and dropped your jaw further. The moment he hit your back of the throat, you pulled yourself off of him, slurping up the spit and cum that coated his cock before pushing back down and taking him deeper so that he actually slipped down your throat.
“F-fuck…” he grunts, pushing up from the throne slightly to adjust himself. His head was thrown back, eyes squeezed shut, mouth part open as he panted – going brainless hearing the slobbering sounds from underneath the table. You pushed yourself down on his cock a few times, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each motion. you sucked in your cheeks and pulled back slowly, feeling the satisfying suction.
With a pop sound, you swirl your tongue around his sticky tip, then pulling away to place a long, hard lick on his filled balls. Eddie continued letting moans and curses fall from his parted lips between his pants. “Baby…I-I’m fucking close.” He stutters, brain short-circuiting as you tapped his cock on your tongue, feeling the shaft throb in your grasp.
“Cum for me then.” you encourage before placing your lips back around his aching cock, going up and down on him again. His hands reach for your hair, grasping at your roots as he pushes you further down on his cock – nearly making you gag. And just like that warm, salty spurts of cum shot down your throat and trickled down your chin.
You pumped him through as he rides out his climax, sucking and licking up every drop of him as he cries out in pleasure. “F-Fuck…” he whines out, his hips snapping forward from the impact of his orgasm. As you take your mouth off his cock, you push your head from underneath the table with your tongue out – showing him his cum spread on your tongue before swallowing it.
“Such a te-” he began saying when all of a sudden the sound of the doors pushing open echoes throughout the silence. “J-Jesus christ! What the fuck are you doing here Henderson?” he stammers, pushing your head back down before removing his hand from underneath the table. “Umm, what the hell were you doing?” you hear Dustin ask, walking up to the table.
“Shit nothing. Don’t you have a bedtime? It’s late man.” Eddie chuckles.
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BodyGuard
Warnings: Dry humping, stalking?, breeding kink, oral (m receiving), oral (f receiving), fingering, degrading, bondage, semi-public sex, praising kink, breeding kink.
Pairing: BodyGuard!Aemond Targaryen x Princess!Female!Reader.
Summary: You're assigned a new body guard, what your father doesn't know is that your new Body Guard is particularly good at his job...and a little more. (See i'm being nice and adding plot for once).
Word count: 1.7k
"So tell me Aemond, what makes you want to guard me?" You ask, curious as to why he took the job of being your sole protector.
Aemond's hands are clasped behind him, head tilted down and sword pinned to his armour. His hair is in his signature style, eyepatch the same colour as his shoes; a neat brown.
"I thought it would open my eyes." He simply states, picking up the pace of his walk.
You job slightly, catching up to his long strides; making your height difference evident. Your eyebrows furrow at his bleak answer.
"Open your eyes? What do you mean?" You question and he chuckles.
"Nothing sweet girl, now, is it off to your chambers or are we going to be getting more exercise." Aemond trails off as he looks you up and down slowly.
"You know...if you keep undressing me with your eyes, i could get a cold. As my bodyguard you wouldn't want me ill now would you?" A smile tugs at your lips, the liquor from the gathering earlier taking full affect.
"I...Sweet girl enough with your tainted words." Aemond clears his throat; his Adam's apple bobbing as he does so.
Confidently; you walk past him, close enough for him to get a smell of your newly made fragrance. You had the maids make it for you, it is a unique earthy scent that is to die for as Aemond would so describe it. Your hands are clasped behind you, walking through the gardens.
You're too distracted to notice a young boy running toward you with a flower. The boy knocks you and Aemond is quick to dive in; grabbing the boy by the arm you see tears prick at his eyes.
"Aemond that is enough!" You speak firmly and Aemond reluctantly releases the child.
You kneel down, taking the boy in your arms and wiping his tears.
"My lady, I just wanted to give you this pretty flower." He sniffed and your heart melts.
"Oh it is the prettiest of flowers." you put it in your hair and kiss the boy's head. He smiles and runs off.
Aemond helps you to your feet and you brush off the dirt that had gathered on your dress from kneeling. A sigh leaves your lips and you walk off to your chambers, Aemond following you like a lost puppy.
"Aemond, thank you for your assistance but i am alright with getting to my chambers safely." You state and he frowns slightly.
"Princess, I am to stay with you throughout day and night." He states and you look up to him.
"I said I am fine, take your leave early. I will not ask again." You close your chamber doors and dress into some nightwear.
You decide to sit at your balcony, watching as Rhaenyra flys Syrax beautifully in the night sky. You had often found yourself late at night, sitting at your balcony and counting the stars to guide you into a sleepy state. Usually Aemond would read some high valerian book to you, however you cannot get over the grimacing look he gave that child. Something in you stirred.
You start reflecting on the event and realise how cruel and cold you seemed to him. You stand from your seated state and go to your doors, opening them to find...
"Aemond?" You ask.
"I cannot rest when i know you are alone, i am truly sorry for my actions it won't happen again i-"
Your lips cut him off.
His hands are quick to hold your face as he pushes you inside your chambers, making sure to shut the doors behind you both with his foot. He pushes you against the wall beside the door, his hands trailing down to your neck. You both break for air, pupils fully dilated with lust and want for one another.
Aemond drags his thumb down your neck, licking his lips slowly. He bends down and kisses the soft flesh of your exposed collar bone. A moan erupts from your lips as you move your hips towards his to relieve some friction building up in your core.
"Aemond...please." You shamelessly whine.
Aemond looks at you in disbelief for this had be a moment he had dreamt about. When he heard of this role being free he jumped at the opportunity. Many nights he had spent thinking grotesque thoughts of you while stroking his cock wishing it was your hand. For many nights he had watched you from afar, thinking what it would he like to breed you.
You grip his armour, becoming impatient while you try undress him. Aemond chuckles and unclips his chest plates while you work on the rest. Finally, you get to his undergarments and revel at the bareness of him. Your hand's instinctively trail down his broad chest to his undergarment. You ghost your hand over his clothed cock, yearning for it to fill you.
You drop to your knees, looking up through your brows. Aemond reaches and grabs your chin softly with a smirk on his face. You take away the last piece of clothing separating you from him. Your tongue darts out, wetting your lips in preparation. The sheer sight of his bare cock makes you weak, makes your arousal pool in your panties and your stomach churn with need.
"Come on darling, take it." He purrs and you lick a strip up his member.
A subtle moan leaves his lips. You look back up at Aemond, taking his tip in your mouth. You swirl your tongue around it, collecting the pre-cum as you watch the man shudder under your touch. You take as much of his cock down tour throat as you can, using your hands for the rest.
Aemond props himself up against the wall with his arms, caging you in as you take him so well. He reaches a hand down, taking a fistful of your hair as your head bobs slowly. Tears prick your eyes as he forced more down your throat, the burning sensation making your lungs feel as if they are aflame.
"Nghh...fuck." He groans and you feel him twitch in your mouth.
Aemond releases in your throat and you whine, spitting whatever he offered you out. He slaps you across the face and grabs your throat, pressing his hips into yours.
"Did i say spit? You filthy little whore." Aemond spat and you whimper, the slur only making your thoughts more promiscuous.
Aemond grabs the back of your neck, dragging you to the balcony along with some rope and fabric. He begins with undressing you, taking off your night wear to reveal your body. He looked to be a deer in headlights; taking you in, admiring you. Aemond takes his time to look at you properly, feeling the way your hips tense at his presence. Seeing the way your chest rises and falls as your breathing quickens with anticipation.
"Aemond please, I beg of you." Whines and whimpers leave your lips and he relishes in the submissive state you're in.
"Oh but i do love to take my time, especially with you." He knees down, levelling with your soaking cunt.
Aemond kisses your clit, smoothing his tongue up your slit before pushing his pointer finger within your sopping hole. Your eyes screw shut at the intrusion. Aemond's lip attach to your clit sucking delicately, finger pumping slowly but harshly. Your core tightens, feeling your release nearing.
Aemond takes what you have to offer, lapping it up like a kitten with milk as you come down from your high. He stands up, leaving you limp against the balcony. Aemond wraps the rope around your arms and the balcony, keeping you in place. You moan as the rope starts to burn you from the restriction. You squirm and feel him behind you.
"You are going to be good, like the slut you are." Aemond coos, landing a harsh slap on your arse.
You moan again and feel the tip of his cock nudging at your entrance. It hit you then, there are people who could see you; you are on the balcony after all. You close your eyes, bracing for the impact as he lines himself up with your soaking cunt. Aemond kisses your back before pushing in forcefully into you tight entrance.
"Oh issa, ao feel sīr sȳz." He groans, keeping within you for a few moments while your walls adjust to the size of him.
Moments pass and he becomes impatient, slowly thrusting in you. The burns run through you, making your eyes screw shut and your hands fighting against the restraints. His thrusts quicken, knocking you forward each time.
"Nnnghhh," you groan as he grabs your hair, his thrusts becoming animalistic as he chases his release.
"Oh...sweet girl." Aemond praises and you whine, thrusting back onto him.
Your core tightens. The strength of your release taking your a toll on your whole body. Aemond keeps hitting that spot within you deliciously, his release also nearing as beads of sweat form on his forehead and chest. Your breathing is quick, chest heaving as you crave to reach your climax.
"Aemond please let me.." you pant and he grunts, reaching under you to rub your clit.
Your back arches and the coils snaps, Aemond groans as he feels you convulse around his throbbing cock. You moan from the overstimulation while Aemond continues to fuck you until his release comes.
"Aemond...oh fuck." You groan, pulling at the restraints.
Your legs go numb and limp, resulting in Aemond having to hold you up. His thrusts become sloppier and you feel him twitch before releasing inside you. He fucks his cum deep within you, making sure every last drop is not put to waste.
"Fuck." He groans, kissing and nipping at your back.
"I guess...I guess you are a good bodyguard." You pant.
#aemond fanfiction#aemond smut#aemond targaryen#aemond x reader#aemond imagine#aemond x fem!reader#house of the dragon aemond#house of the dragon#smutty#dark smut#dark fiction#wattpad author#wattpad#foryou#foryoupage
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This is me calling Law out.
He is purposefully making his moves look sexy as possible, and that's the kind of bullshit we need to be calling out.
#I have this theory about Law awakening his devil's fruit while on his ship with Zoro#the fact that one of his moves involves slowly running his hand down a phallic - err#slowly running his hand down a SWORD doesn't help#this post was totally just about swords#COULD that move be used in fanfic sexy times?#I hadn't even noticed!#this is some new world devil's fruit bullshit right here#the Op Op no mi#i said what i said#one piece#trafalgar d. water law#trafalgar law#amusing musings#zolaw#wano arc#his hands#watch what your doing with those things buddy
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(KNY) YANDERE PLATONIC! KOKUSHIBO x SISTER READER: You, Shibou. I, Kokoro (CHAPTER FIVE)
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CHAPTER FIVE: "These explanations are valid. But it should be known if the same day a friend of the desperate hasn't spoken to him with an indifferent tone.."
Mourning is the expression of grief after someone died. There are several types of mourning with an example being Chronic Grief.
Symptoms for this kind of grief can include extreme feelings of hopelessness, A sense of disbelief and a loss of meaning. All of which can lead to severe clinical depression or thoughts of self harm and even suicide.
The song of sparrows and swallows danced through the summer breeze, All sat nestled within the vegetation as they hummed their melody.
The soft sunlight shone down upon the shrine, Giving a blessing of quiet light to the abundance of blossoming flowers nearby. [F/N] blinked once, Trying to figure out whether what she was seeing was a mirage or reality.
Was this the afterlife? It certainly felt like it as the gentle warmth caressed her skin, A calm embrace that pacified her worries. It felt peaceful, Something so tranquil that she couldn't help but melt into the porch she was perched on.
She felt the heat of the wood as she laid against it, Like a firm hand cupping her cheek as she basked in the sunlight. Her worries quickly dissolving into nothing at the touch.
Afterlife.. Why did she mistake her everyday as the Afterlife? How did it even come up in the first place? [F/N] had no idea. She huffed lightly, Only mildly confused as she nuzzled further into the comfort of the timber.
She took a moment to take it all in. The rustle of the leaves, The cicadas in the bushes, The clear sapphire skies looking over her. It was beautiful, A serene little world all to herself, It was paradise.
Life was nice, It was simple and tranquil. She tended to the crops, To the shrine and the wellbeing of the forest. And after she was done with that she could spend her day roaming around with the wildlife, Spending time with her brothers and watching them train.
It was good.
"[F/N]..!"
She heard her name called out to her, And without a second thought or any bodily control [F/N] jolted up from her lying position to look across the courtyard.
"Lying on the porch again? You're gonna get sunburn if you keep doing that.."
[F/N] watched her older brother, Michikatsu, Slowly make his way over to her. He had a single hand on the hilt of his sword while the other was wiping the training sweat from off his brow, A light smile playing on his face as he did.
"Michi-Nii! You're back!" [F/N] exclaimed as she hopped up from the porch, Quickly dusted herself off before running over to him and jumping into his arms so swiftly that it made him stumble back a bit.
"Ah! [F/N], You need to be more careful.. You could of knocked me over." Michikatsu scolded, Yet the warmth playing in both his eyes as he held her up told [F/N] all she needed to know.
"As if! You're too tough for that." [F/N] grinned as she looked down on her older brother.
Michikatsu shook his head lightly
"You really give me too much credit sometimes.." Michikatsu remarked as he brought his gaze away from her, His smile was still there yet [F/N] could see the slight quirk.
She reached over and held his shoulder, The touch bringing him back to his senses as he looked right back at [F/N].
"You don't give yourself enough credit, You're able to train for hours at a time and not even get tired. I'd definetly consider that tough!" [F/N] said, The smile evident in her voice as she said so.
Michikatsu frowned
"I hear you saying things like that all the time to Yorichii, You know? I appreciate your words but.." Michikatsu trailed off from his sentence, The venomous undertone spiking in concentration at the mention of his twin.
[F/N] squeezed his shoulder.
"…But Yori-nii doesn't train for hours at a time, Does he? I mean all my words to him, I really do but if I am being honest.." [F/N] paused as she lowered her voice. "You've got drive to be strong. It's really admirable, You know? Yori-nii may be strong and such but honestly, You have the passion to do it.. It's you who I look up to." [F/N] admitted.
A nervous giggle followed her words, Like she was slightly embarrassed by the fact she was actually able to confess it to him.
Michikatsu seemed shocked as he heard this, The light in his blank eyed stare seemed to spark up like wood to friction as he looked up at his sister. The grip on her grew only a smidge tighter as he smiled.
"You.. You really mean that?" Michikatsu asked.
[F/N] beamed back at him, An expression that almost seemed as warm as the sun as she looked back at him.
"Of course I mean it! You're my-" [F/N] cut herself off suddenly, Her words dying on her tongue. The happy grin slowly dissolving into a puzzled frown.
"[F/N]?" Michikatsu asked as he noticed the grip on his shoulder loosen, Then eventually fall to her side.
"You're my.." [F/N] mumbled. Michikatsu set her down onto the ground, Her feet lightly touching the smoothed dirt as she stood there quietly.
Michikatsu went down onto a single knee to level his eyes with her far-off ones.
"[F/N].. Are you alright?" He asked, Eyes searching for the answer as he watched her brows knit together. Her stare returning to him as her visage contorted into a slightly alarmed expression.
"I.. I don't know.. Who are you?" [F/N] exclaimed, Her stance stumbled back. Her breath growing heavy as she felt the world around her darken, The sun burning so bright before seemed to melt away into a endless black void.
"[F/N]" Her name sounded so distorted when he spoke now, As she looked back at him she could see that it wasn't just the sun that was melting.
It was his face too.
Like melting wax his features turned into sludge. His nose, Eyes and mouth all dripped down and fell into a puddle on the ground, Which started pulling them both in like quicksand.
[F/N] screamed.
She tried to pull away once his molten arm lunged out for hers, Yet she was too slow. His rapidly deteriorating limb locking onto hers, Yanking her forward off her feet and into his grasp.
[F/N] cried even louder, Tears starting to rush out of her ducts as she felt the sludge touch her skin.
He kept making noises as he pulled her in, Strangled and choked wails like he was in pain. Like his vocal chords were mangled and severed inside his throat. [F/N] struggled, She flailed about in his hold. Kicked, Punched, Hit, Anything. Anything at all to get out of the sludge starting to envelop her whole.
It latched onto her legs, Onto her arms and her mid-section. It was like it was desperate, Like it's life depended on bringing her as close as possible.
What was happening? Why was the entire world that seemed so tranquil before turn into a candle wax nightmare? The entire world seemed to follow suit of the monster intent on consuming her, Dripping away and mixing together like a raindrops on a window.
Her screams mixed into the dissolving world too, Sounds combining with the shrill cries of the monster as she felt the nigh-boiling heat of his molten flesh grasp onto her face. [F/N] felt her own skin start to bubble.
Then eventually, She felt herself start to melt.
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Her body jolted like skin to an exposed wire, Eyes shooting open as she gasped for air.
She felt her lungs rapidly expand then decrease, A cold sweat running down her back as she tried to gather her racing thoughts.
[F/N]'s body felt like it had been frozen to the touch, Both with the sheer temperature of the chilling room and the stiffness of her unthawed limbs. They felt so numb, The only feeling was the minute aching of her joints so far spread that it was like she hadn't moved in weeks.
What happened? [F/N] gripped the side of her head, A throbbing pain in her frontal lobe pulsated as she groaned in pain. It made it hard to recollect herself, To remember what could of happened.
Her spare hand felt around, Vision still a tad blurry as her fingers met the soft touch of thick fabric.
[F/N] tried to blink away the fuzz in her sight as she continued to feel around, It was the cotton bedding of a futon.
She groaned, Finally piecing together enough parts of the puzzle to come to terms of what happened.
[F/N] had fallen asleep, She had another nightmare.
[F/N] sighed. A tired yet tad annoyed exhale of air escaped her lungs as her body stilled onto the futon like a rolling coin, The soft mattress feeling like delicate silk on her skin as she relaxed.
Her memories, They came back to her like a heeling dog. [F/N] recalled the fight with Uppermoon one, Her fatal injuries, The destruction of her shrine.. She felt her heart jolt at the thought of it.
The walls which sheltered her through thick and thin, The ruined hallways that held such talkative life and the ceilings that housed the injured and maimed.. All destroyed within a single night.
The thought of it disgusted [F/N], During the fight she hadn't thought much of it- The raw adrenaline being a distraction to it's fall. She calmed down rather quickly however.
The fight with the Uppermoon, Her injuries, The shrine's destruction. It wasn't real, It couldn't be.
Because she was currently lying in her bedroom.
It was dark, [F/N] could barely see a foot in front of her due to the poor lack of lighting. Despite it however she could make out the basic shapes of furniture lying within the shadows. The closet, The dresser and the tatami mats lain out were all there, Just like they've always been.
The shoji door's that let in only a crack of periwinkle light, The several statues of worship scattered about, Everything she owned, They were here.
It all must of been a dream, Her bedroom was destroyed along with the rest of the shrine so it was completely impossible to be lying down on her futon right now.
[F/N] felt a low frustration rise in her throat. These nightmares were getting out of hand. It was easier when it was the blizzard, Then she knew what to expect, She knew what she was getting into despite how horrid it would be.
Now? Dreams involving "Uppermoon one", Both the melting flesh and the shrine invasion were so much worse. They changed every time, She had no idea what was coming, Had no preparation at all.
The latter was particularly worse. Mitsuri's face, Her hysterical begging for [F/N] not to go, It burned into her mind like a branding. Not to mention the finality of her death only to wake up and find out it was just a nightmare.
[F/N] thought she finally got it over with, She supposed not however, The shrine was proof of that.
Though these dreams had to be a sign, But of what?
[F/N] stretched her arms slightly, Trying to wear off the numbness in her joints as she tried to haul her upper body into a sitting position, Only to yelp out in pain and fall back into the silky mattress.
A sharp pain feeling appeared in her abdomen once she tried to get up, It felt like a dozen knives stabbing into her, Twisting and turning within her guts.
[F/N] groaned, Her hands reaching down to the point of pain only to come to touch with what felt like bandage dressing.
Her eyes widened, Needing to confirm this information she quickly shoved off the covers protecting her from the cold draft. And sure enough, She was right.
Wrapped tightly yet carefully across her abdomen were thick bandages, Wrapped entirely around the front to her back.
Small splotches of red seemed to stain parts of the dressing, One's that made [F/N]'s jaw drop agape as she peered down at her core.
What.. What does this mean..?
Her dream.. In her dream she was fatally wounded, She had finally died.. All due to deep injury inflicted on her. It had to be a dream though, She was in her shrine of course!
But it was here, The dressing was covering the exact place she had been struck.
[F/N] planted both hands on each side of her and with great effort she slowly pushed herself up into a sitting position, Careful not to trigger the pain.
Beads of sweat rolled down her forehead as she finally sat up. She was simply dressed in an oversized Jinbei, Sleep clothing that seemed too big for her stature yet stayed comfortable draped on it anyways.
She breathed in and out. What was happening? The shrine around her started to seem more distorted than it did before. Furniture seeming bigger or smaller than she remembered, Things misplaced.
All of it just starting to seem.. off.
It was her shrine but.. Something was wrong. Something very wrong.
The feeling creeping up her spine didn't help either. An uncomfortable dread climbing up her back and drenching her in sweat, A feeling that felt like she was being watched.
Her open maw snapped shut. Her body growing rigid in place, The eyes like that of a gorgons.
Something was watching her
From her peripherals, She could see six glowing amber eyes were watching her from within the darkness.
They were piercing. Even though she only dared to see through the corners of her vision she could tell how intense their gaze was, How they seemed to be looking right through her, Glaring right into her soul.
She felt her hands start to tremble. Her mouth growing dry as her thoughts felt like they were going a thousand miles per minute, Racing to find a solution.
The eyes.. There eyes were looking at her.. What was she going to do? What could she do?
[F/N] had no time to think as they started to move.
The six glowing points shifted and moved within the shadows like fireflies. [F/N] could only make out the general shape of the being as it morphed within the darkness into what looked like a standing position.
[F/N] didn't need to have another thought, She knew who it was. It was the man from her 'dreams'.
Uppermoon one.
In her dream or at least what she thought was a dream he seemed much less.. Imposing. It's not to say he wasn't, He certainly was but it was easily ignorable due to the heat of the moment and [F/N]'s own desires.
But now as his frightening form emerged from the dark corners, His sinister prescence nigh-radiating from his figure she could only turn her head over in horror to meet his hellish visage staring right back at her.
This was the man from her dreams. The man in the blizzard, This was him.
The image of his open mouth ready to bite down, Body lunging for her. Teeth digging into the flesh of her arm. All of it flashed in her mind in rapid motion. How could she be so stupid to not figure it out?
This was what Inari was warning her about.
"You're awake.." His voice sent a freezing chill through her system, Her heart feeling like it was restarting inside of her chest as her breathing grew ragged.
Her mask. Where was her mask?
[F/N]'s fight or flight activated. Her fighter instincts finally kicking in as her hand shot out to where her mask usually sat, Hidden within her haori.
But she came up empty, Her hand only touching the side of her jinbei.
Her mask was nowhere in sight.
"I've been waiting so long.. For you to awaken.." Uppermoon one rasped. He took careful calculated steps towards her, A steady pace that moved him closer to [F/N] ever so slowly.
What was he going to do to her? She couldn't fight back, Her mask..
She was completely useless without her mask. It was the source of her body strength, The one she was most used to fighting in.
Her body now was too frail, Not to mention the large gash in her abdomen.
She was helpless.
The only thing she could do was back away on the futon, Pushing herself as far into the corner as she could. Get as much distance between him and her as she eyed him up and down, Waiting for his next move.
"W-What do you want.. How am I here..?" Her voice was filled with defensive malice, Yet it shook under the weight of the situation. Her terror seeping through it all.
Kokushibo didn't falter in his stride as he approached her. The room was dark, The only thing illuminated was his eyes as he stopped in front of the futon. Staring down at her shrunken form.
His eyes narrowed as he looked at her, His knee's crouching down so he was as close to her level as possible.
[F/N] felt like a sitting duck under him. His hand reached out, Light from his eyes shining off his claws.
She clenched her eyes shut, Not wanting to know wha-
A cold palm touched the side of her cheek, A chilling sensation that felt like dry ice on her skin, So much so that it almost felt a scorching fire.
"Open your eyes.. I want to see them.." He commanded. Out of fear she did what he said and gazed up at him.
She looked upon his face, Her eyes locked onto his that looked down at her with such an odd emotion, Such a strange way his bloodshot eyes seemed so calm. A way that disturbed her down to her very core.
His palm was cupping her cheek, Claws careful not to graze her as his thumb rubbed gently over her skin. Eyes searching for something before a small uncanny smile appeared on his face looking so unnatural on him, Showing off the row of sharp teeth settled in his maw.
"You're here.. You're really here.. The gods have given you back to me after all these centuries.." He mumbled under his breath as his thumb rubbed the outline of her cheekbones.
[F/N] didn't understand, Mind like tangled threads as she spoke out once again.
"W-Where am I.. Why.. W-Why am I alive?" She cried. Tears brimming on the ledge of her eyes as she shied away from his sickening touch, Not for long however as his hand just gripped the side of her face harder, Keeping her in place.
Kokushibo shook his head lightly.
"You are frightened.. It is understandable.. You have woken up with an injury and most assumedly a headache.. I do sincerely apologise for that.. But I ask you to calm down.. You are safe now.." He spoke, His tone trying its best to mimic a comforting tone while [F/N] didn't believe his words for a single second.
She swallowed down the sheer terror in her throat.
"A-Answer me.. W-Why am I here.. Alive?" [F/N] repeated.
Kokushibo only caressed the side of her cheek, His face filled up with thought as he began to speak.
"..It is a rather silly question.. Why you are here should already be obvious to you.. And alive..? You are lucky I was able to provide first aid.. Otherwise.." He trailed off, The last of his words going unspoken as his smile dropped.
[F/N] took the chance to speak, A small slither of vigour still left in her as she did.
"It's not obvious at all.. Explain it to me, I-I should be dead.. I should.. Why am I alive, Where am I.. What do you plan on doing with me?" She looked back up at him with the steadiest expression she could muster, One of which he completely ignored in favour of his stare turning.. Miffed.
"You.. You should be aware of why you are here.. Do you not recognise me, Little one?" Kokushibo asked. His demeanour started to shift to a more recognisable aura, Something serious. More dark in the hum of his voice.
"I-I.." She recognised him alright. His face was burned into her vision every time she blinked. Met his eyes every time she slumbered, But judging by the tone of his voice.. That wasn't the right answer.
"No.." [F/N] said, Shaking her head as she watched his frown contort into a scowl. One which she shrunk back into the corner at as he dropped the hand cupping her cheek, Letting it fall to his side.
"I.. No.. You said my name.. You called me by my nickname, The one you always used.. You remember, Don't you?" Kokushibo's voice, The serious tone was still there, Permeating his voice yet the lilt undertone of a pleading man, Desperate and confused radiated within his voice.
[F/N] sharpened her jaw, She had no idea what he was talking about. He spoke as if he knew her, Like she was an old friend yet she couldn't recall ever knowing him.
"I.. I don't know your name.. I-I.. I don't know who you are.." [F/N] replied.
Her words seemed to trigger something within him, His scowl growing more angry as he backed away from the futon. [F/N] watched on as he turned his back to her, His body going completely still, Almost disturbingly so as he just stood there without making a single move.
[F/N] took a deep breath in, One she didn't know she needed as she tried to steady the beating of her drumming heart. The sweat dripped down her face freely, She needed to make a move.
Quietly swinging her legs over the side of the futon she placed them down onto the wooden floorboards, All while eyeing the demon a few feet away from her like an ticking bomb.
[F/N] softly got up from the futon. The pain in her abdomen diluted down, The shock before had caused it to seem worse than it already was. It was bad, But she could work with it, She always had.
She placed another foot down in front of her, The wooden boards were old, She needed to be careful as she quietly circled around him. Trying her best not to alert him to her movements as she went.
[F/N]'s stretched out hand eventually felt the wood of the shoji door, The one letting bioluminescent light through the single crack it made. Feeling around she caught her fingers on the edge.
She carefully slid it open, Though it didn't matter as the careful light illuminating from the other side flooded into the room like a rising sun over a dead night. Snapping Kokushibo out of whatever trance he had been in and jerk his head over to her position.
"You..!"
[F/N] didn't wait to hear what he had to say, Her feet moved for her as she took off into the hallway at the first alarm raised.
She ran throughout the hall barefoot, The sole of her foot feeling the sharp splinters digging into her like porcupine hide as she went. It didn't matter in the slightest though, Not the pain stabbing into her soles or the warped caricature of her shrine's hallways as she sprinted through past the old tapestries and near-ancient support beams.
Is he following me? Where's the exit? Run now, Think later she chided. [F/N] didn't stop for a second to look around or listen out for the possibility of heavy footsteps following her as she went. Her mind was dead-set on escape.
She sharply turned round corners, Fumbled her way through the winding hallways as she finally reached a set of creaked cedar stairs.
[F/N] took no time in descending them, Each step slightly bending under her quick motions as she got to the bottom.
Despite the warped mimicry of her shrine, Walls and hallways worn out and minimized, [F/N] could still navigate it with a finesse that left her fast on her feet.
Her internal GPS carried her feet and guided her along. In front of her was the main shrine doors, Two wide cedarwood doorframes with windows that let in a bluish-green light into the shadow blessed pathway.
This was it. She was going to get out, It was only a few more seconds until she reached her salvation. Her exit from this live-nightmare, Such a thought that made her pace quicken. Heart thudding so hard she felt like it would explode.
[F/N] reached out her steady hands, Reaching the door she slammed her hands down and shoved them wide open to where the courtyard should be.
Rushing out int-
[F/N] stride shuddered in its steps. The once determined sprint fizzled out into a walk, Then she stopped completely in her tracks all together.
Her eyes widened, Irises shaking in their sclera as she felt her knees start to wobble.
W-What.. What does this.. Where..
In front of her wasn't the courtyard. No.. It wasn't the courtyard at all.
Standing before her was an infinite sea, An endless dark plane that seemed to stretch on forever. There was no end. Up, Left, Right.. All of it was an infinite expanse in all directions. A fast breeze blew out from nowhere at all, Hitting her face and snapping her out of the horrified trance she was stuck in.
She snapped her head down to the ground she was standing on. What should of been the smooth dirt of the courtyard was instead a wide rickety dock, One that seemed just as endless as the void, Branches of the dock stretching out like tree roots around the shrine connecting and ending seemingly at random.
This.. This couldn't be real… This must be another dream, It had to be! It appeared like a lovecraftian-esque pocket dimension, Nothing from the real world, Nothing from reality at all.
Her palms were clammy. [F/N] took a few wearied steps, Disbelief shown in her eyes as she felt the heel of her foot land on nothing.
She yelped out, Quickly backing up onto the dock as she peered over the edge.
It was an aquamarine sea. The one that the dock's structure ventured deep down into the depths of, Blurring out in the faint turquoise glow rising up from the foaming aqua. Gumussevri, The light it emitted being the only source within the infinity surrounding them.
This didn't make sense.. It couldn't.. How could it? [F/N] felt the glimmer of hope extinguish under the seafoam waves of the water below. How could she ever hope to escape..?
[F/N] felt the slow depression of the dock before she heard the footsteps. Heavy, Slow and stoic as she felt the doors behind her shut gently, That being the thing bringing her attention as she turned around.
Kokushibo was only a couple metres away from her. [F/N] felt her eye twitch, That's why he didn't run after her.. That's why he didn't catch her a soon as she stepped foot out of the room.
He knew she had nowhere else to run.
"[F/N].. I am offended.. Why would you try to get away from me..? You.. You must remember me.. You must. You said my name, It's undeniable proof.." He accused, Standing in a complete stance.
His eyes pierced into her like javelins, Sharp and scrutinizing yet it still held that strange quality of desperation. It made her shiver and that in turn made his frown sharpen. How he knew her first name didn't matter to her in that moment, She only opened her mouth ready for a rebuttal.
[F/N] breathed. She had gotten this far.
"I've told you, I don't know your name nor do I know how you know mine. I don't know who you are and I certainly don't know what you want with me.. Whoever you think I am, I am obviously not." [F/N] argued. She bared her teeth, Trying to steady her jaw.
Kokushibo shook his head. He took a single step towards her and in response she took several more back.
"[F/N].. You have been asleep for a few weeks.. I suppose I should of predicted your confusion but.." He paused
"Maybe it's possible that you don't recall.." He muttered. A few weeks?! She had been asleep for several weeks, Assumedly healing under the care of this cold monster standing in front of her acting friendly as it could.
She'd lament over it later though, What mattered was here and now. And right now he was starting to aggravate her.
[F/N] clenched her fist. How stubborn could he be? She didn't know him, Had only seen him as warnings in dreams yet he acted as if they had known each other for decades. He was completely delusional and to spite all the terror she was feeling in this moment, It pissed [F/N] off.
"Then if you do not remember.. Let me refresh your memory, Little one.." Kokushibo said.
"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at Upperrank one.." He started.
"Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.." Kokushibo announced, His eyes staring down onto her, Closely examining her facial expression. Waiting intently for her reaction.
[F/N] stilled. Her body growing rigid as if she was fixed to the dock by nails.
"..I'm sorry.. What?" She asked. Her eyes blinking rapidly as she looked up at him in disbelief.
"..I am your big brother.. And you are my little sister.." He repeated so clearly yet his voice seemed incoherent to her ears. [F/N] swallowed a lump in her throat, If she thought he was delusional before he now looked completely insane to her now.
He was a demon.. An Uppermoon, He must of been hundreds of years old at the very least yet here he was claiming to be her sibling? It didn't add up, He looked at her like she was meant to understand but she couldn't find a single puzzle piece that fit.
"Impossible.. You're hundreds of years old and I have absolutely no older siblings.."
Kokushibo breathed out, The carbon dioxide showing in the chill-raising air as he took another step forward towards her. This time, [F/N] didn't move back.
"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.. For centuries I grieved for you.." He lamented. A sudden pain crossing him as he seemed to recall something deep within him.
He was spouting sheer madness. He was the one who took her here against her own wishes and nursed her back to physical health, It made her heart writhe around inside her and this time she couldn't bite her tongue.
"I-I am not your sister, We are not related in any way… I don't know how goddamn delusional you need to be to think as such! You are a demon, Not my brother.. I want you to piss off and leave me alone, You fucking monster!" [F/N] cried. The terrified tone only an afterthought suddenly grew back into the forefront of her mind as she watched him close.
As soon as the word monster rolled off her tongue his body stilled, His expression going blank as he stared down at her with an unrecognisable expression. It disturbed her right down to her stomach, Even more so when she felt the heat.
"You.. You will not speak to me like that, Little one.." He said through gritted teeth. [F/N] felt her body raise up into that state of flight or fight once more, His soul radiating such a boiling hot heat that [F/N] could feel it in her bones.
It was obvious he was trying to hold back his anger, Yet it spilled out of the brims of his expression. The twitch of his fingers and the glare he gave her, She could tell and it utterly horrified her.
"As your older brother and the last remaining head of our clan.. You will treat me with respect.. It doesn't matter if you're confused or have.. forgotten entirely.. You address me in proper honorifics like a good younger sister should." Kokushibo hissed. Venom near dripping off every word as he started approaching her trembling form.
His footsteps were slow, Drawing out every step as he finally loomed over her. Shadow cast over him as [F/N] looked up at him, Body aching for her to run.
Whatever façade of cold comfort he put up was completely shattered now, His eyes brimming with malice and his fingers itching the reach for the hilt of his sword. Itching to strike her down.
"I've been praying for this day for centuries.. For the wish that you would come back to me.. You said you would never leave me again, And I fully intend to hold you to your promise.. You cannot run.. So come back here now and I will forget this little mistake.. If you do not, I assure your time here will be much more.. Nightmarish.." He commanded lowly. Slowly moving towards her
"..No matter how far you go I will always be right behind you.. You will not escape me."
But that didn't mean she wasn't willing to try.
Her legs moved before she could comprehend she was. Quickly turning around and sprinting off down the dock in her nightwear and splotched dressing as she cried out in sheer utter helplessness.
Kokushibo paused as he watched her go. He didn't bother run after her, He knew she wouldn't get far.
As [F/N] carefully navigated throughout the labyrinth of docks she could hear his quiet voice call after her, Echoing through the void and seeping through her as she ran.
"Tire yourself out all you want.. Run as long and as far as you like but you will never be able to leave me.. Not again. When you come back.. Do not expect to be treated with such affection that I have offered you thus far.. Not until you stop with this stupid rebellious phase of yours.."
Though [F/N] could barely hear him, As his silhouette shrunk further and further into the vastness of the void.
All until he disappeared completely
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Knock! Knock! Knock!
Three soft and precise knocks hit against the thin cut of the rosewood door.
Sounds of quiet shuffling could be heard from within the house, Settling of cups and screeching of chairs as footsteps started to move their way over to the closed entrance.
The door slid open only a peep, Only enough for the weathered face of a middle-aged man to careen his head over to get a good look out past it.
"Hello..?"
"Hello there!" A polite and cheery voice spoke out to him, One that sounded exaggerated and overly-friendly compared to his quiet yet cordial tone. The girl the voice belonged to smiled lightly and clasped her hands together.
"My name is Shinobu Kocho from the Demon Slayer Corps, If I am not mistaken.. This is the Kanroji household is it not?" Shinobu asked. Glassy orchid eyes staring into the ones of the older mans, His own softened at her introduction as he nodded.
"Ah.. Yes. You two must be my daughter's colleague's." He said. The slightly cracked open door slid ajar, His shoulders softening and a small welcoming smile grew onto his aged face as he looked at the two slayers.
Shinobu, A woman of short stature similar to that of a mantis. She held an eternal far off gaze that seemed clouded with the salesman smile plastered onto her face like concrete. Her butterfly haori and short tied hair danced in the wind as he looked over at the other man behind her.
"Greetings.." Was all the other slayer said as he lightly bowed down to him.
Despite being taller than his colleague, He was still rather short. He had a mop of choppy black hair that looked overgrown as it covered his shadowed his face well, That and along with the bandages he used as a mask made his features nigh hidden. The only thing peeking out from over the mask was mismatched eyes.
"Ah, You must have more manners then that!" Shinobu exclaimed lightly as she giggled it off.
"I apologise for my friend here.. This is my co-worker Iguro Obanai. And yes, We're here to see Mitsuri-chan about recent events I'm sure you've been informed of?" Shinobu inquired, Tilting her head to the side while Obanai muttered something under his breath and swept his head to the side.
Mr. Kanroji nodded, His smile only dropping an inch.
"Yes.. I'm aware. You two better come in then." He nodded as he stepped a side, Raising an arm to welcome them into his abode.
Shinobu smiled and thanked him as she made her way inside, Iguro following closely behind her as they entered the livingroom.
It was a cosy little room, It was homely and warm yet had enough room for a large family to move around in comfortably. It was beautifully decorated, Clean-cut furniture and masterfully painted moving doors.
It was a rather large family home, The inner walls of the house being compiled of entirely open shoji-doors revealing the wide open plan of the entire building.
"It's a nice home you have.." Iguro muttered as he made his way to the middle of the room.
"Thank you. Me and my wife are both rather house-proud.." He chuckled lightly "It's been easier to take care of since the little ones have grown bigger and gotten much more responsible. I love them all, But do they make mess I'd tell you.."
Shinobu airily laughed along with him.
"Yes! I have a few little girls who I provide for back home with me, Children are quite troublemakers aren't they?" Shinobu replied as she turned to the man.
"Aha! Isn't that the truth.." He smiled. "Though unfortunately we aren't here to talk about our kids.."
"No, Unfortunately not." Iguro confirmed, Nodding his head lightly as he started talking.
"It's about The Shrine Invasion Incident that occurred a few weeks ago, We're here to talk to Mitsuri-san about what happened when she was there and get her statement. About both the demon that attacked and the.. Casualties" Iguro explained.
Mr. Kanroji sighed.
"Yes. You're referring to [F/N], Right?" He asked.
Shinobu nodded.
"Correct. I understand that [F/N] was very close to Mitsuri-chan.. That and along with Fujimori-san of course." She said. As she did she slid a quick wink over to Mr. Kanroji and subtly signalled towards Iguro, Who didn't notice a thing.
Mr. Kanroji paused before nodding back.
"Right. Come, We can discuss this while we walk" He said. Beckoning them with his hand and turning his back and starting to walk at a leisurely pace out of the livingroom. Both slayers nodded and followed after him.
"So, Can you recall what happened when she came home?" Shinobu asked him as she trailed behind.
"Yes. It was in the early morning.. Both me and my wife were barely awake when we heard the banging on the door. When we opened it she just ran into my arms, She was hysterical and we could barely make a word out of what happened.. It was a painful sight to see.." He explained, Shaking his head.
"Ah.. I see" Shinobu said. "I'm aware that you and your wife were also quite familiar with [F/N]?"
Mr. Kanroji smiled once again yet it held none of that bright attitude he had before, It was instead blocked by a dark cloud hanging over him like a noose.
"Right.. Mitsuri and [F/N] were basically inseparable back when they were young, So much so that she was over at our place most of the time. [F/N] didn't have the best home life you see, Not that she had much of one to begin with but.. She stayed over so often, Helped out with chores and played with the younger kids so much that at points I even considered her my own. And I'm pretty sure my wife did too"
Mr. Kanroji tried to play off the sombre undertone in his voice with a light-hearted giggle, Yet it was futile under the heaviness of his bleak voice.
"It was horrible when the news came to light. We both were broken up by her.. Choice of actions. But Mitsuri.. She just.. She just broke down entirely." He said. Shinobu's eyes narrowed in confusion.
Choice of actions, What he meant alluded her.
Before she could question it however he stopped at a closed door, A rarity amongst the open ones spread about the walls of the house. He turned around and looked at them with a serious expression.
"Alright then, This is it." He started as he looked down at the both of them
"Please, When you go in try to be gentle when speaking with her. Don't try to overwhelm her or make any sudden noises.. She's not in the best mental state right now." He said quietly, Nigh-whisper as he waited for their answer.
"Understood." They both said in unison.
Mr. Kanroji nodded before turning back to the door.
Raising a single fist he lightly knocked at the paper shoji door. He smiled a best as he could as he spoke.
"Pumpkin? Are you awake..?" He called out.
…
There was no answer.
Iguro shifted around uncomfortably in his stance. Mitsuri Kanroji, The woman he loved and cared for.. She wasn't anything like this. He knew her well. He knew she loved to eat, He knew the way her lip quirked when she was confused and he certainly knew she was a light sleeper.
Anything could wake her. A sneeze or the drop of a pin, Anything at all. And it was certain that she would definetly wake at the light knock on her door. For her not to answer was concerning at best.
Mr. Kanroji tried once more.
"Your friends from work are here to see you.. It's about a few weeks ago.." He called out once more though this time you could hear the audible shake in his speech.
…
"Come in.."
A weak voice called out from behind the door, It was so quiet that you could barely hear it. Both Shinobu and Iguro took a glance at each other before Mr. Kanroji grabbed onto the handle and slowly slid the door open.
It was dark. That was the first thought that entered their heads as they finally saw the inside to the room, Their sole source of vision being the new light from the other side flooding in only a crack to reveal only the bare shapes of furniture inside.
"I'll leave you two to it.." Mr. Kanroji whispered as he stood behind the open door, Nodding towards the room.
"Thank you.." Shinobu replied lowly as she took the first few steps in, Iguro following closely behind as she slowly entered the abyss that was Mitsuri's room.
From what they could make out, It looked more like a guest room than it did an actual room. The source of light was the window which was meant to be open, Instead it was locked and bolted shut tight leaving their environment hard to navigate.
CLANK!
Iguro's foot hit against something on the floor, Looking down he gagged slightly.
It was a small plate of food. It looked to be a normal meal consisting of pork cutlets and a side of omurice. Though on closer inspection Iguro spied the signs of mould starting to gather up on the meat from most likely a day or two, It hadn't been touched at all.
Iguro swallowed down his bubbling concerns and tried to ignore the smell as he stepped around it.
Both Shinobu and Iguro moved towards the centrepiece of the room of which being a large futon. Growing closer they could see the shapes of several duvets and pillows scattered amongst it, Reminiscent of a crows nest from the built up barrier around the lump poking out from under one of the duvets.
Shinobu kept up her smile, Though as she moved it started to look more strained and forced like one you'd see on an advertisement or billboard.
They finally reached the futon. Both Shinobu and Iguro shuffled around the side, Avoiding scattered clothes and stray furniture as they tried to get a better look.
They could barely see anything at all, Both from the lack of light and the duvet covering the girl below it. The only thing they could make out was only the upper half of her face sticking out from under it, Lime irises staring up at both of them.
Iguro bit his tongue. He backed up a bit as his hands reached out for the window-shutters. Eyes not taken off of Mitsuri's as he opened it up, Letting the late-morning light fill the dark void of the room.
Once the sunlight bounced off the walls of the room, Shinobu's smile quickly switched down to a frown while Iguro's shoulders tensed up.
The room was much more of a mess than first thought to be. The odd scattered clothing or two turned out to be more like piles.
Uneaten meals more rotten than before were also placed about, Some on furniture, Some on the floor.
But what really put off the two was the girl they called a friend, Lying curled up in a fetal position within the bedding.
Now that the light hit her face she flinched back from the sudden exposure, Eyes clenching closed to prevent the sudden light hitting her pupils flood in. Both of them noticed the swollen red under her eyes and her stuffy nose, To which she sniffled lightly every so often.
"Mitsuri-chan.." Shinobu mumbled, Her face a practiced sympathy as she took another step forward towards the futon. She stopped however when the sudden movement of Mitsuri cut her off, Mitsuri hauling herself out from under the covers and up into a sitting position
"I.. Sorry about that.. Comfortable position and all.." Mitsuri giggled lightly. Yet the sound never quite reached her bloodshot eyes.
Coupled with the greasy tangle that was her hair and the rather shaky smile she held it was obvious to see her true self in that moment.
Iguro took his turn to take a step forward.
"Mitsuri-san.. I.." He felt the words caught on his tongue once he looked down upon the painful expression of the girl in front of him. Despite lying in bed it looked like she hadn't slept for days, Weeks even.
"Y-You're here about a few weeks ago right? Were you able to look at the ruins..? F-Find anything?" Mitsuri's voice shook more than her ear to ear smile, It wasn't liked Shinobu's perfectly perfected one. No, It was instead like an unknowingly widowed wife in the ER room lobby, Waiting in ignorant bliss for what she assumed was just a cut.
Both Iguro and Shinobu shared another glance at one and other. Both having a silent conversation between the two before Shinobu turned her head back around to face Mitsuri.
"Well.. We were able to get a report back from the ruins of the shrine.." Shinobu started. Reaching within her butterfly haori she pulled out a small piece of folded paper.
Starting to unfold it she peered down and started to read.
"Lets see here.. There were more injuries than casualties.. Seventy two severely injured and thirty four deaths. Majority of the casualties being Kakushi and Lower ranked slayers.." Shinobu read out, Eyes scanning down the list.
Mitsuri slowly nodded.
"T-That's unfortunate.. I hope their families are doing okay.." Mitsuri replied softly, The first glint of genuine concern showing from behind her eyes.
"But.. Erm.." She started again.
Shinobu nodded, Sad smile painted. Mitsuri didn't have to finish her words for Shinobu to know what she meant.
"Yes.. About [F/N] and Fujimori.." The mention of the names caught Mitsuri's attention immediately, Her head perking up to give her undying regard as the glint in her eyes burned back up.
Shinobu's nose twitched, Body stiffening ever so slightly.
"..We weren't able to recover any bodies.."
The light in Mitsuri's irises started to grow, Yet it wasn't from the hope or finality of the news. Instead it was the reflection off the water starting to grow at the rims of her eyes.
Shinobu took in a deep breath and continued.
"The only trace was of Fujimori.. Which was a pool of blood located near the back of the shrine." Shinobu shook her head, Trying not to focus on Mitsuri as she continued.
"Our leading theory is that.. Well.. Fujimori was most likely eaten by the demon in question.. There was nothing left of him.." Shinobu whispered, Yet within the confines of the room it sounded like an reverberated scream to Mitsuri's ears.
And that's what broke the dam.
Mitsuri let out a quiet cry, Her shaky smile still spread wide across her face as the tears in her eyes flooded over. Rolling down her cheeks and dripping onto her lap as choked noises escaped her hoarse throat.
"Mitsuri-san-!"
Iguro instantly went into action at the first sound of her cries, He quickly moved over to her side, Sitting down next to her and placing a hand on her shoulder. Which was quickly dismissed by Mitsuri.
"D-Don't touch me.. Just, Please.. N-Not now.." Mitsuri wept. Iguro quickly obliged, Moving away from her on the bed as she planted her face into her palms. Shinobu looked on as she put the paper away, Eyes filled with pity.
"I.. I-I can't believe this.. I.. Why didn't I recognise the signs.. I.. D-Doesn't she remember our promise..?" She whispered. Her nails digging into her skin as she looked through the cracks of her fingers, Eyes staring off into the distance of the floor.
"She..? What do you mean by signs..?" Iguro asked lightly.
Mitsuri withdrew her face from her hands to look up at Obanai. Her eyes meeting the mismatch of his with a disbelieving gaze, Like his tongue spoke of heresy to her very own religion.
Her pained voice spoke out once again.
"F-Fujimori.. [F/N].. They.. They're the same person.. And I.." Mitsuri whispered.
Iguro's eyes widened to that of circles, He shook his head adamantly and responded quick to her.
"No.. That's impossible. Fujimori and [F/N] look completely different, How could they be the same?" Iguro asked. His soft voice was still present yet there was an edge to it, A sharp confusion and bafflement at her words.
Mitsuri didn't listen to him, It was like he wasn't even there.
"I-I knew it was there.. I really did but I just.. I-I just ignored them.. If I had tried just a little harder.. I-If I just.." Mitsuri's voice seemed to break down into children's babble, Ranting off under her breath about this and that Iguro just couldn't understand.
He took a step closer.
"Mitsuri.. Please, Tell me what you mean.." Iguro asked softly. He lowered down onto a single knee to match her eye level, Pleading silently with her to tell him.
Mitsuri mumbled something so quiet, So incomprehensible that neither Iguro nor Shinobu could hear.
"What did you say..?"
Mitsuri's lip quivered. Bloodshot eyes staring back at him with that disfigured smile still on her face. Her voice only turning up a single notch as they were finally able to make out what she said.
"[F/N].. S-She killed herself."
Shinobu's frown sharpened into a tight-lipped grimace. Iguro's brows furrowed, His bandaged mask concealing his parted lips, Information still processing in his mind.
"I-If I just tried a little harder.. If I just made sure she was okay, Said hello or just.. Just ask her what was wrong.. S-She would've still been here with me.. I.. I did this.. I-I shouldn't of let go of her hand, I shouldn't of let go.."
Mitsuri's gaze was Far-off as she stared back into the vivid face of [F/N] appearing in her mind. The blank eyes so dull like she was nothing more than a caricature of her true self, The tried and true smile, The angle of her nose and the dimensions of her face.
All of it she tried so hard to cling onto. Grasping desperately at the memory, Begging with whatever god was up there. Pleading with whatever was listening that she wouldn't forget her face.
Yet as she continued to imagine her face, It faded further and further away from her grasp. Already blurring into a distant memory along with the warmth of her hand drifting away from her palms.
Iguro looked back at her. His heart felt like it was twisting and turning inside him, Hurting at the sight of the woman he held so close to it.
The new information felt so unsolved in his mind, He doubted it. Yet the raw grief that was coming from Mitsuri in front of him made it seem so real. Yet, He needed to question it once more.
Though before he could, He felt a small tap on his shoulder. Looking up only to come face to face with Shinobu.
"Iguro-san.. I think you should go wait outside." Shinobu said. Her voice suddenly serious, A side of which was barely shown through her friendly disguise.
He looked back at her and she stared back down at him with an unwavering gaze.
Iguro nodded slowly before getting up from his kneeling position. As he quietly moved out of the room he took only a single glance back at the two of them, All before opening the door and exiting the room.
As soon as the door slid shut Shinobu made her move, Head turning towards Mitsuri who looked up at her with the gaze of a wounded animal.
"Mitsuri-san.. These are massive claims, I don't mean to be insensitive but could you explain to me what happened? According to reports you were rather hysterical, Both from the handmaiden escorting you out and the various people you asked about [F/N]'s whereabouts." Shinobu asked. Voice levelled and calm, Her friendly self back up with a small smile to contrast her words.
Mitsuri didn't waste anytime for a shaky hand to extend out behind her towards her pillow, Reaching under it she carefully fished out a worn piece of paper. It was folded several times and looked rather worn from first sights.
Shinobu carefully plucked it out of her hands once it was offered. Carefully unfolding the flaps she held it in her hands and started to read.
Mitsuri sat there uncomfortably on the bed despite the mountain of pillows and blankets surrounding her. She had stopped crying at this point but by no means did that make her okay.
Her form was trembling as if she was in the middle of a hailing blizzard. She felt as if she wasn't in her body, Like she was just looking through the vision of someone else entirely while she was just a spectator within her own mind.
Shinobu's glassy eyes scanned over the paper, Carefully reading over every line with upmost delicacy as her gaze descended downwards.
She reached the bottom, The finality of the signature registering in her mind.
Shinobu was quiet.
But after a moment, She let out a single sigh.
"I see.. Well.. That's unfortunate.." Was all she said. She refolded up the paper in her hands and sitting it down on the windowsill.
Suddenly brought back into her own body, Mitsuri's head snapped over to look up at Shinobu. Her mouth going agape along with her eyes as she looked up in disbelief.
"..Is that all you have to say?" Mitsuri asked. [F/N]'s note, Her very last words written down onto a carefully made parchment. The story of her life, The words she could never express to anyone aloud yet scribed down with her entire heart and soul put onto this single letter.
And Shinobu just shook it off, Like it was absolutely nothing.
"Well.. It's an unfortunate turn of events, Taking one's life always is. Though I do have to admit I never saw it coming.." Shinobu said, That same tone of plain apathy dripped off every syllable and hit Mitsuri like acid as she stood up.
"H-How could you?" Mitsuri gawked. Her unstable footsteps numb from hours of not walking as she took a few steps toward Shinobu.
"[F/N] was your friend too.. You're the only other Hashira who ever knew about the truth.. She.. S-She trusted you.." Mitsuri exclaimed, Her previous cries starting to boil and hiss into a rising anger as her face twisted into an ugly expression.
Shinobu's shoulders raised as she looked back at her, The anger on Mitsuri being a completely foreign view. She wasn't even acting like herself anymore, [F/N] really meant that much to her..
"Yes.. She did." Shinobu agreed "I'm not trying to say-"
"You don't need to say anything, Y-You're making it clear enough!" Mitsuri butted in. Her arms raising to hug her self as she feverishly shook her head, Trying to keep herself calm.
"T-This isn't just my fault.. This is yours too. This is everyone's fault.." Mitsuri heaved. Her breathing picked up speed as her overgrown nails dug into her elbows, Backing up a bit as she did.
"Mitsuri-san.. You're not yourself right now, You're still in the grieving process. You don't mean what you're saying.." Shinobu said.
Mitsuri looked back up at her, Sheer rage burning inside her eyes like infernoes
"H-How many of the Hashira actually liked [F/N]..? How many of them insulted her every time she was late to a meeting? How many snide looks.. How many nasty comments, Shinobu? T-Tell me.. How many?" Mitsuri choked out. Shinobu could feel the strain as it did.
"I.. I don't kn-"
"How many?!" Mitsuri yelled, Her voice shaking the very walls of the room she was in. Quickly turning away from Shinobu, Her hands grasped both sides of her head catching strands of messy hair in-between them.
"[F/N] never harboured any true resentment towards anyone! S-She may not of been on time or handled her duties well but she cared for every last one of us, A-And the only thing she got in return was scorn.." Mitsuri at this point broke down into strangled sobs. She hugged herself tighter as Shinobu could only watch her.
"G-Get out.. Y-You did this, We both did.. But.. Y-You don't even care at all…" Mitsuri ordered. Turning her back on Shinobu as she tried to reach out a hand to her.
"Mitsu-"
"GET OUT!" Mitsuri screamed, Turning back to Shinobu with a high-pitched wail as it faded back into soft cries. Mitsuri fell back onto her bed, Pulling her knees up to her chest and pressing her face into them.
Shinobu didn't need to be told twice. She turned her back and walked away towards the door.
However she stopped once her hand gripped onto the handle.
"Mitsuri-san.. Just for the record, I may not show it but I do care for [F/N].. She really was my friend and trusted comrade. I don't mean to be indifferent.. I am not at all.. I.. I really will miss her a lot. Me and the rest of the Hashira may not have favoured her at points, But she was still apart of our ranks and was our comrade.. We.. We all grieve in our own ways.. And I promise you.. One day, We will get vengeance on the demon who did this.. We'll avenge her, I promise you."
That was all Shinobu said. Mitsuri lifted her head from her shins but she couldn't see Shinobu's expression. Her back to hers, Mitsuri could only see her high shoulders shake and the grip on the sliding door tighten.
But it faded almost immediately. Shinobu slid the door open and stepped out.
Closing it over and walking away.
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Heavy yet light footsteps hit the rickety wood in quick succession, Each step taking no time to waste as [F/N] kept running faster and faster along the spiderweb docks.
[F/N] had to plan her movements in advance, The dock was hard to navigate with branches ending at random and others looping straight back around in the opposite direction. If she wasn't careful she could be thrown overboard at any moment, And she didn't want to find out whether the bioluminescent water was safe or not.
It felt like she had been running for hours, The infinite sky showing no sign of an end or exit in sight. But [F/N] knew it had to of only been half an hour or so, Otherwise she would of already collapsed.
Kokushibo was nowhere to be seen. Once [F/N] had taken off running she thought he would be dead on her tail, Chasing her down for even daring to leave whatever he had planned for her.
"My name is Kokushibo.. I hold the highest rank within the twelve moons, Sitting at upperrank one.. Though.. You should be recognising me as Michikatsu Tsugikuni.. Your older brother.."
Was he delusional? Out of his mind? Or could he be manipulating her with some so-crazy-it-works method. Michikatsu Tsugikuni, The name meant absolutely nothing at all. Her older brother he called himself, There was simply no way in hell that could of been true.
He was a centuries old demon, Whatever parents gave birth to him would of died a good long while ago. It was impossible that they could've been related but..
"Impossible, Yes.. I thought the same thing once I saw you again.. You died near enough five hundred years ago yet there you were.. Bleeding out within the rubble of your desecrated shrine.."
Maybe, Just maybe she shared some resemblance to the sister he had as a human. And maybe she shared the same first name as she did. And when he saw said resemblance, Somehow in his mind he had decided that they were the same person and then decided to spare and kidnap her away to this cold hell.
Even then that was baffling on its own.
[F/N] had saw from first hand experience how a demon would rip apart its own siblings, Parents or children just for another meal. Demon's had no sentimental attachment to much of anything, Especially not people.
So why? Why would he do this, Kidnap her away and try to feign an act of familiarity with her? Demons don't do that, They don't think that way. [F/N] swallowed back a lump in her throat.
How much did his sister mean to him? Was she really that important that he would still hold affection towards her?
But either way he wasn't anywhere at all.
No noises, Glimpses or auras. Nothing.
She had no time to dwell on it, She chided herself for getting distracted over a demon. Run now think later. The prospect of escaping whatever pocket dimension she had been siphoned to was vivid in her mind, A yearning feeling brought back to the primal desire for survival as she kept going and going.
Her abdomen hurt too, Every time she moved it felt like a needle jabbing into her side. She tried her best to ignore the pain however, She couldn't let it stop her now, Not since she got this far.
But then it hit her.
Why was she trying so hard to escape?
Her sprint faltered only a little as the thought crossed through her mind. Her lip upturned. Why was she trying so hard?
[F/N] wanted to die. She wanted to find an end for months, To get it over and done with and get out of everyone's way. To stop being such a stain on the Hashira and a burden on the corps. She had no use, No worth or redeemable qualities.
She may of killed a thousand of their kind, She may of been given the title of being the strongest Hashira but that name weighed down on her shoulders like steel blocks.
It wasn't a title, It was an expectation.
And [F/N] couldn't live up to it, She didn't even want to live at all. So why was she running? Why didn't she throw herself into the docks or go back to slaughterhouse behind her? Why was her body so insistent on continuing?
Because.. Because.. She wanted to die, Not be tortured.
That's the reason. If she was here then it was obvious she was wanted alive, If she did try to throw herself off then whose to say Kokushibo wouldn't be watching her right now and prevent her from doing so?
If she was here he might be wanting information, The location of the Ubuyashiki estate. This entire 'dead little sister' thing was just a manipulation tactic to get it out of her! And once he realised she wasn't falling for it he'd resort to more violent methods.
Yes, That's the reason.
Turning around another dock and searching for a path she stared out into the open distance of a void. Her heart burned, There had to be an escape. She was so tired, She felt like she was going to collapse any second.
And that's when she saw it.
In the distance, Staring off into the vastness of the void she could make out a vague shape settled amongst the darkness.
Her eyes sparked up, Lit aflame as she spied her saving grace, The light at the end of the tunnel. Something had finally changed after running for so long.
Her pace picked up along with her breathing, Her breaths turning into light wheezes under her normal rhythm as she took far strides.
Sweat beads dripped down from her brow and stained her jinbei, Everything burned. Muscles ached but she kept moving forwards, Kept going faster and faster towards the building in the distance, Getting closer and closer.
Keep going, Almost there.. I can do this- I can escap-!
[F/N] stopped in her tracks.
Her sprint jittered down until she was completely still, Fixed on place to the dock as she stared up towards the building, One now looming over her like a guillotine.
It.. It was her shrine.
Towering over her was the behind of the shrine, The other side from which she came from. The walls, tiles, Wooden frames and the closed shut windows. Her eyes scanned over it in disbelief, The realisation crashing into her.
She had done a full circle, She had just came back from the way she came.
T-This can't be true.. How could this be-!
[F/N] felt her heart fall into her stomach along with her knee's collapsing to the ground, Finally giving out from exhaustion as her eyes were still locked on the shrine.
Her knees hit the wooden docks, Splinters digging into her bare shins as she felt all hope leave her body. She had been running for so long, The docks didn't loop or go in a circle, If it did she would of known.
But how was she back here? How?
Heart drumming faster in her chest her head felt light and airy as if she was thousands of feet in the air. Nausea creeping up her throat and unsettling her stomach even more than it already was. As she felt herself fade, She had only one thought.
How.. How is this fair?
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Kokushibo walked slowly down the wooden step-way of the shrine it surrounded.
Taking a few careful steps down the stairway he felt the weight of it depress under him, Reaching the bottom he peered over from the corner he stood next to.
He watched the body of his younger sister collapse onto the dock, Her chest raising and lowering rapidly as if she was starved of air. Her hair was a mess along with her clothing and general appearance.
It was nothing he didn't expect however. He knew she would tire herself out eventually, Run until she couldn't and fall down onto the ground. He knew it would happen, And he couldn't help but feel a sense of catharsis out of it.
He stalked up towards her, All until he was staring down at her defeated form in front of him. Kneeling down with her neck exposed, Easily cut and easy to wring at any given moment.
In any other scenario this would of been a sort of guilty pleasure, The way life was held within his hands felt so electrifying. He never took time on making people grovel before him, He never saw the need to.
He was after strength, To stay eternally strong forever. Not to make insignificant and weak human beings bow down to him.
But he couldn't deny the way he dictated human life with the edge of his blade felt great. And it tasted even better once he bit into their throats, Tearing out their jugular giving them no time to scream as the sweet nectar of their blood hit his tongue.
It was empowering. But, It was different in this scenario.
He didn't feel any sense of power over the girl in front of him, Not the way he usually would anyways. As he looked over her broken form the only thing that he felt was.. Pity.
"Are you done now..? Have you tired yourself out..?" Kokushibo asked in that usual monotone voice. He sounded as if he didn't care, As if his sister lying stray on the dock meant absolutely nothing to him. But he knew that wasn't the case.
[F/N] didn't answer, It seemed as if she had fainted.
Again, It was predictable. She had just woken up after sustaining injury and had used all her energy to try and run away, Only to collapse right back at the place she had tried to escape from.
Kokushibo gritted his teeth slightly. This wasn't how he thought this was going to go.
He assumed that she remembered him. Throughout the time he had taken her, Cared for her wound and nursed her back to health he had heard murmurs from within her sleep. Places, Memories and names only she should of known was what she mumbled in her unconscious state.
He assumed that as soon as she had awoken she would remember him, Feel just as elated as he was at their reunion.
But now he knew that wasn't the case, And if he was being honest? It made him angry.
Kokushibo kneeled down. Reaching his arms out he scooped up her limp body into his arms to settle her within them.
He got up and examined her face, Her eyes and her hair. Every angle and dimension of her face he surveyed left and right. This was her, Everything just lined up too perfectly not to be.
Same name, Same face and Haori. Not to mention that she spoke his name once.
Kokushibo held onto her tighter as he started to walk away with her in his arms. He moved up the stairway careful not to drop her. He moved quickly yet steadily towards the entrance of the shrine.
Entering the building and shutting the door behind him with his foot and made his way up to the second floor where her bedroom was located.
Once he got there he slid open the shoji door, Letting the aquamarine flood the shadows of her room as he walked towards her futon.
Setting her down onto the mattress and tucking her in the duvet with the utmost care, He looked at her once more.
Kokushibo was angry. He truly was livid. The mere fact that she didn't even remember him angered him, Even more so once she called him a monster. He loathed the way he felt his heart wretch in that moment.
Yet he couldn't bring himself to hate her. A part of him wanted to dispose of her, To get rid of her entirely. She was a weakness, Something Kokushibo just could not afford.
But the much larger, Louder part of him detested this with all he had. As the thought of killing her entered his mind he felt disgusted, Horrified at the mere imagining of her being harmed.
She was the only person who ever loved him more than Yorichii. The one person who saw him for himself instead of his brother, She admired him. She loved him. How could he bring himself to hurt her?
Kokushibo took in a deep breath, The anger kept at bay as he smiled lightly at her unconscious state.
Even if she didn't remember him, That doesn't mean she won't in due time. The pieces of the puzzle were already there, They were just waiting to be solved is all. Even if she had some 'new life' or whatever may have happened to her. Maybe.. No.. It didn't matter, She was here. That's what mattered.
He breathed out once more. 'Her new life', It felt so wrong as he thought about it. Kokushibo found her as a Hashira of all things, One he had struck down as a man like a god to a heretic.
Gods, He had questions. He had so many questions.
How was she here back with him? How did she become an entirely different person while fighting him? Where did she learn or how would he get her to remember him? Hundreds of questions rushed through his head. Possibilities and chances.
He tucked a small strand of hair behind her ear. He had many questions, And he'll get answers eventually when she was awake.
His little sister was finally brought back to him. The one who died in his arms and the one he would never let go of again. She'll learn to accept her fate here, Understand she has nowhere to run. She'll understand her place was here with him, Her big brother.
He'd crush whatever rebellious phase she was going through, Whatever disobedient little chapter of life she was going through right now. Insulting him, Running away..
He breathed out, Trying to keep away the bloodlust at the thought of her escaping.
She was safe now, And that's all that matters.
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Tartaglia/Childe - "The Sword in One's Pants"
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In which number eleven of the Fatui Harbingers somehow doesn't grasp his comrade's sexual innuendos. Or; In which Tartaglia is very clueless and very prepared to impale people at any given time.
Warnings -> Suggestive
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"Tartaglia..."
You called out to your attractive ginger-headed fellow harbinger.
"Yes?"
Tartaglia says, turning to you quickly from the wall of weapons in front of him as the two swords strapped to his waist and back jostle with the movement; the cowlick atop his head comically standing at attention as he curiously tilts his head.
"Put your sword in me."
You told him bluntly; face remaining expressionless despite the words that had just left your mouth.
The ginger blinked a couple of times as a brief moment of silence passed the both of you. He gives you a somewhat confused but excited smile. Did you finally want to take his offer to fight to the death? Finally! It sure took you long enough.
"Are you sure, Comrade?"
He asked earnestly as he rested a large, calloused hand on his hip; the other gripping the handle of yet another sword.
"Yes."
You quickly but firmly assure him; standing in your usual confident, unwavering posture to convince him of your words.
The harbinger stares at you for a good long while with slightly narrowed eyes and his signature ever-present smile. He can't help but look at you in a slightly judgemental way; you want to battle yet you look so... relaxed? Perhaps you're underestimating him.... Bah! It doesn't matter; you finally propositioned him for a duel!
".....Alright then!"
The ginger cheers after a bit of staring and raises the sword already occupying his hand into a combat position.
But when he goes to attack you...
"Not that one."
You quickly correct him; arms coming up to cross on top of your chest.
He stops to process your words for a moment; slowly blinking before his face takes on a look of light confusion. Though you can see a tiny bit of annoyance mixed in there. He seems to shrug it off pretty quickly though; the smile on his lips straightens itself out.
"Okay..."
He huffs a bit and sets the sword he is holding aside before reaching for the one on his back.
"No Tartaglia, the one in your pants."
You spoke again; stopping his hand just a few inches away from the handle.
The ocean eyed man raises a brow at you before looking down at his waist; muttering a quiet 'in my pants?'. He then remembers the sword strapped to his waist.
"Oh! The new one? I get it."
He cheers; quickly drawing it before you had the chance to interrupt him.
But when Tartaglia looked up at you again, he was met with your very exasperated expression. You bring up your hand to your face and pinch the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger as you let off a frustrated huff.
"Archons help me— No, the other sword."
You insisted once again; gesturing to his crotch with your free hand.
He looked at you with a face cross between confused and annoyed. Did you even want to fight him in the first place?
"But I'm already—"
The harbinger began; raising his sword in confusion before you cut him off.
"Your dick, Tartaglia! I'm talking about your penis."
You half shouted in annoyance; running a hand down your face from the ridiculousness of the situation.
Tartaglia stares at you for the umpteenth time that evening before swiftly bringing up his free hand and smacking himself lightly on the forehead. That's what you meant? Actually... you did say 'in his pants and not attached or strapped to' That makes a lot more sense now.
"Oh! ....You should've said so earlier, Comrade."
The ginger head chuckles and softly shakes his head at the misunderstanding as he slides his sword back into its sheath on his waist.
Then suddenly his eyes darkened as he closed the distance between the two of you; a mischievous smirk crawling its way across his lips. Tartaglia drapes an arm around your waist and pulls you flush against his chest. You spot the already present pink on his cheeks from the Schneznayan weather growing to a deeper strawberry red as he licks his lips.
"I can certainly put that one in you."
He purrs; wet lips brushing against your ear.
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A message from BTS for you - Mini reading
Hii everyone and welcome to my second PAC reading! Today we are asking for a message from BTS for you <3
I hope that this PAC reading will help you understand the present better and help move towards the future that you want to manifest!
How to choose a pile: Take a deep breath and close your eyes. Ask the universe if there is a message that you need to hear right now. You may either hear a number or be drawn to a pack once you open your eyes! If the message doesn't resonate then it may not be for you.
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Pile 1
2 of cups, king of wands, the hanged man, knight of wands, 7 of pentacles
Jin & Namjoon are stepping up for this message, the colours are red, orange and yellow. The energy feels very vibrant but calm?! They’re not excited per se, they just want to be present today and help light a fire in you.
“Slow down when it comes to romance, not every frog will turn into a prince charming (not everyone can be as handsome as me *wink* - Jin) You may be trying too hard right now to find your other half, might be giving chance after chance to people who aren’t worthy of you. You have to take a break, otherwise, you will end up sacrificing the most important things to you - love, integrity, passion and stability in exchange for the desire that lasts a couple of days. Time is not running out, people sometimes are not what you expect them to be. You will find your soulmate one day, but you have to be ok with your own journey first. Do you love yourself? Even just a bit, even if it’s just some days. What kind of life are you creating? You have put so much work into this - not sit back and enjoy the things that you have achieved. For some of you - what’s the worst that can happen if you stop looking for love? What if you never get married, but find the love of your life tomorrow? Would you be ok with this?
Pile 2
The devil, 8 of swords, knight of cups, 4 of swords, 9 of pentacles
Jimin and Hoseok are coming forward for this one and Yoongi wants to be present but is choosing to stay in the background. The energy of this reading is a bit more…closed off. Associated colours are black, dark blue, royal blue, deep grey.
“The only thing stopping you right now is yourself. You are stopping yourself from achieving greatness but do you even realise you are doing it? Why are you scared? I have your back, we are all here for you so just give it a try. What’s the worst that can happen? You may need to work on attachment and codependent relationships in your life. It’s time to choose heart over wisdom. Be free?! Free yourself of everything that is holding you down. Be careful with those around you - your support group. The people around you can either build you up or knock you down so please make sure that you0 have people around you that deserve to have you around. Even if at times you feel alone, I am here.” You know that video of Jimin saying something like - there is someone here in the city of Seoul who understands you? That’s the image that is coming through, that is what Jimin is wearing and the way he is sat during this message. “Sleep, make sure you sleep better and take the time to relax, enjoy life a little bit more”
Pile 3
Death, knight of pentacles, 2 of swords, 5 of cups, queen of wands
Ok so Taehuyng wants to take this one by himself ahaha his energy right now is very…beige ahahaha that’s the energy of this reading, very pastel-y colours, pastel yellow, pastel blue, pastel purple. He is sat down ready to talk with his face leaning on one hand.
“This is different, right? Did you expect something like this? Oh the amount of change you have been going through this year. You are like a phoenix rising from the ashes. You can’t remember the person that you were in 2022 can you? That’s ok. Take it slowly, baby steps, one step at a time. Let the sadness in your heart become the art of life, let it become your inspiration as you move forward and discover your true self. Be sad, cry if you have to, but at times remember to cry out of happiness too! Try to have those moments of so much happiness that you can’t help but let it all out. You are a force to be reckoned with. Take your time and feel every single emotion as the clock won’t go back and you won’t be able to experience the same thing twice.
Sending all the love your way <3
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you've heard plenty about the infamous Tedros of Camelot long before you met him. whispers around the school from girls in their dorms late at night sighing over his beautiful eyes and hair like spun gold, you heard the whispers of the way his muscles would flex during sword fighting, gleaming in the sunlight like it shone for him alone. you scoffed silently at these tales, sure no one could live up to such grandeur. you promised yourself if you ever run into him on campus that you'll judge him objectively, decide for yourself if the rumors and whispers of his striking beauty are true.
you don't expect the first time you meet him to be late at night, when everyone else is getting ready for bed or has already gone to sleep. you had forgotten to return a library book, and were sure as anything you'd forget if you didn't do it right then. you scurry through the halls and down the last flight of stairs, and drowsy from the late hour, you somehow manage to trip - over what, you're not sure; perhaps it's the fabric of your skirts that you weren't holding as high as usual. but before you can flail for the railing or try to catch yourself, before you can even scream, a pair of muscular arms grab you, holding you steady. as you catch your breath, you find yourself staring at a cornflower blue waistcoat stretched across a broad chest and shoulders, atop the familiar puffy white shirt of the boy's uniform.
"Are you alright?" the voice is soft, concerned and warm, but not patronizing, with a british lilt that makes everything sound so much nicer. you look up slowly, only for the breath to be pulled out of your lungs. backlit from the blue glow of the night sky shining through the large windows, he looks like a statue come to life. his eyes scan your face, looking at you, really looking at you in a way that makes you feel more alive than anything you can remember in quite some time.
"We've only just met, I hadn't expected you to fall for me quite so fast," he chuckles, his laugh sounding like churchbells echoing off the walls and marble collumns surrounding you. there's a teasing, playful tone to his voice, but no malice. he helps you up carefully, looking at you as you blink up at him in stunned silence. then you laugh. you let out a loud laugh of disbelief, raising your hands and letting them fall to your side, muffled by the fabric and many layers of your dress.
"Damn it all to hell..." you laugh, shaking your head and walking down the hall to your dorm. you laugh in disbelief that the rumors were not only true, but didn't even do him justice. they spoke of his beauty, but not of his chivalry, the warmth he eminates, the kindness in his eyes. when you finally have your head on straight again, you're sure you'll repremand yourself for acting so disgracefully in front of him, but for now, you still can't believe what just happened. Tedros can't either. he doesn't remember the last time a maiden didn't merely smile and bat their eyelashes up at him, the last time they did something surprising. but you... you're full of surprises. he watches you, fixated, as you retreat down the hall without a care in the world. he's sure he'll have to find you tomorrow. he'll say it's because you never thanked him for catching you, but it's really because he has to talk to you again. he wants so dearly to know what other surprises you have in store.
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☆ i want to be with you | peter quill II
✩ summary: you've taken quite a liking to the ship, and don't plan on leaving anytime soon.
✮ word count: 2.4k
⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader
part 2
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You're situated in the common area, handle of your sword in one hand as the other glides the sharpener along the blade when you hear him clamber down the steps, heavy footsteps echoing off the metal interior as he approaches you.
"Getting ready for battle, or what? What's up with the sharpener?"
You roll your eyes, setting down the weapon onto the tabletop in front of you to give him your attention. God knows he'd crumble if you didn't.
"It doesn't hurt to always be prepared…I see you didn't get the memo."
You eye his attire, baggy sweats hanging around his hips and a fitted t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.
"You don't think I look battle ready? I could totally kick ass in this."
"You're not even wearing shoes. And your hair's a mess. They'd laugh at you and blast your ass into another dimension. C'mere."
You reach a hand out as he pads closer, patting down the wild curls that stick up in every direction and combing your fingers through his hair. He hums as you play with the messy strands, letting his eyes wander your face.
"Do you own a comb? Jesus Christ, or at least use some conditioner."
He winces when your fingers get caught in a tangle, and you murmur an apology as you slowly work out the knot of hair. Your fingers gently pull at the strands until they free from each other, running your nails along his scalp to brush back his bangs before pulling away.
"Is it better?"
You shrug. "A little. I can help you comb it out later. And start conditioning. It does wonders."
He smiles as he settles down in the seat beside you.
"Where'd you get this thing, anyways? It's massive." He picks up the heavy blade, cautiously eyeing the sharp edge.
"My mother made it for me. She wanted me to be able to defend myself in case we were ever invaded again. She taught me how to fight, too."
You reach over his arm to nudge his fingers open, pointing to the small engravings in the leather that wrapped around the handle.
"My father carved these into the handle. It was a collaborative effort, really. He was just as keen on keeping me on guard at all times. They were both my number one fans when it came to my combative skills."
You lift your gaze to find him already staring back, and you suddenly feel so close, leaning over him with your arm still draped over his own. You flush a bit at the realization, clearing your throat as you lean back.
"The only use I get out of it is hacking down branches and shit, though. I've never had to use it on anyone. Well…aside from you, I guess. But that doesn't really count."
He grins, setting it down.
"You were this close to drawing blood." He holds his hand up, gesturing with his index and thumb. "I'm surprised it didn't break the skin, with how sharp you keep this thing."
"I'm glad I didn't, because now I have my own personal space chauffeur."
He rolls his eyes, turning away from you as he feigns hurt.
"So that's what it is? You use me for rides? Some friend you are."
You can see the smile that he fights to keep hidden, and you punch his shoulder weakly.
"I mean, you are the greatest pilot in the universe, right? Who else better to fly me around than you? Unless that was only a bluff, of course."
"You're just trying to butter me up and flatter me, now."
You rest your elbow on the table, chin perched in your hand as you watch him.
"Is it working, Mr. Star-Lord?"
"No…maybe a tiny bit."
You grin, letting a hand tug at his bicep to unfold his arms from each other. "I guess you're kinda cool to hang out with, too. But it's mainly the free rides. Don't let your head get any bigger."
He brushes you off with a small grin, snaking a hand onto the table to snatch your bag of snacks from you, digging into the crinkly package as you roll your eyes.
"This is sufficient enough pay, honestly. I could live off of just this shit."
He stuffs his mouth as he speaks, and you nudge his chin to close his mouth, keeping him quiet as a few of the homemade chips fall from his mouth and onto the table. He throws a lopsided grin at you as he chews, handing back your snack.
"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my makeshift chips. You're lucky they’re so easy to make, or else I wouldn't be letting you eat so many."
He mumbles something that sounds like gratitude as he finishes the mouthful of food, picking up the remnants of the havoc wreaked onto your snack and tossing them into his mouth as you shake your head. Your eyes fall to his arm, running over the defined muscle as it flexes and relaxes with his movements.
"You like what you see?"
You startle a bit as you meet his eyes, face heating up as he gives you a smug grin.
"How 'bout this? Huh?"
He flexes his bicep, and you shove him away with a groan.
"Chill out, Star-Nerd. I was spacing out. Get your ego in check."
He lowers his arm as you speak, leaning in tauntingly.
"Excuses, excuses. Just admit you can't resist starin' at these guns."
"You wish, asshole. You keep dicking around like that and you're not getting any more chips."
He drops the grin so fast it's funny, and you stifle a laugh as he apologizes profusely.
"You're such a dork. Here, you can have the rest. I'm feeling nice today."
You watch him shuffle around the small kitchen, muttering to himself as he tends to whatever it was exactly that he was doing, headphones perched over his ears and music far too loud to be safe for his hearing. You slowly pad up to him, tapping a finger on his shoulder opposite you and grinning when he turns to find nothing, whipping around to glare down at you.
"Couldn't resist, sorry. What are you doing? I thought you went to sleep."
You lean against the countertop beside him, nudging one of the earpads from his ear so you were sure he'd hear you. He shrugs a bit, gazing at you as he shifts.
"Couldn't stay asleep. What are you doing out here?"
"No different from you, I suppose. It's freezing on this thing. I'm used to the humid climate on my planet, not the frigid emptiness of space."
He hums quietly, falling silent. You watch him for a while, just taking him in, in all his sleepy, mussed haired glory. You knit your brows together when he starts to sway his hips, biting back a chortle.
"What are you doing?"
He smiles down at you, stepping away from the counter and holding a hand out to you.
"Dancing. C'mon."
You stare at his hand, raising an eyebrow at him.
"I can't dance. Besides, it's much more entertaining just watching you."
He gives a small pout, catching your hand in his own and pulling you to bump against his chest, letting his other hand fall to settle against your waist.
"Everyone can dance. They just need the right teacher, and lucky for you, I happen to be among the best of the best."
"I don't even know what song you're listening to, so how am I supposed to dance?"
He tugs the headphones off to hang around his neck, cranking the volume up until it can't go any higher, and you can faintly hear the slow melody blasting through the small speakers. You roll your eyes, pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to push away, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist securely, keeping you glued to him.
"You're such a nerd."
You watch that stupid grin work its way onto his lips, and he slowly begins to sway you back and forth, big hands firm against your waist. "You're the one who wanted to join me on the ship. Nobody to blame but yourself."
"You should come with a disclaimer. Because I definitely did not sign up for dance sessions in the middle of the kitchen when we're supposed to be asleep."
He draws back to spin you around, and you grumble quietly as he tugs you into his chest once more.
"You like me a lot more than you let on. This is all just a façade, and you know it. You're practically swooning right now."
You can't hide the smile that tugs at your lips, shoving his face away when he leans in to tease you.
"In your dreams, maybe. You're insufferable."
"And yet here you are, following my every move without hesitation. You sure are full of contradictions."
Your face heats up at his words, and you let your hands push half-heartedly at his biceps, a weak attempt at getting him to free you.
"You live to torment me, I swear. I'm regretting ever helping you."
He chuckles quietly, and you swear you almost melt entirely at the way he hugs you closer, flush against his chest as he steps side to side.
"You'd never be able to resist the Star-Lord charm. I would've wooed you regardless."
"You are so unbelievably corny. How is it this is the same man that saved the galaxy, hmm?" You poke a finger lightly against his chest, smoothing your hand over the muscle as his grin widens.
"I'm telling you, it's my charm. I'm just too good. Just admit you're absolutely head over heels."
You stare at him with faux humorlessness, flicking your finger against his forehead and laughing as he recoils, hands retreating to rub at the abused spot as you chortle.
"That was uncalled for. Inciting violence when I'm trying to be a gentleman and dance with my lady."
You raise your eyebrows, a humored smile playing on your lips. "Your lady, huh? I have an inkling to believe you're the one who's head over heels."
He stammers, stumbling over his words at your implication, and you swat at his chest playfully.
"Just messing with you. Don't get all flustered, Star-Lord. What happened to your tough little demeanor?" You throw another small smile before slipping past him. "You've tuckered me out with your dance lesson. C'mon, you need the sleep, too."
You reach to grab his hand, pulling him along to drag him to his bunk. He quietly protests the suggestion as you step into his quarters, pouting once more as you reach to tug the headphones from around his neck, flipping off the device and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the cushion.
"You'll have more than enough time to torture me after getting some sleep. You look exhausted."
You rake your fingers through his mussed hair, and he sighs softly.
"Can…can you stay here until I fall asleep, at least? I find it easier when you're here."
"As long as it gets you to shut up."
He frowns at your words, making a show of flopping onto his side with his back facing you, feigning agitation. You huff out a small laugh, reaching to pull the thin blanket over him, perching yourself on the edge of the bed to let your fingers massage his scalp.
"You comfy?"
He flips over to look at you, nodding with a small smile plastered on his face.
"Very."
He nearly purrs as you play with curly blond strands, thumbing over his cheekbone whenever your hand nears his face, feeling the stubble across his cheek. His eyes fall shut, leaning into your touch as his breathing slows.
"How 'bout a goodnight kiss? For good luck." He teases, eyes still closed as he purses his lips playfully.
You think for a moment before dipping your head, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his temple, and he jumps a bit at the unexpected contact.
"Don't get excited. That's all you're getting. Learn to be humble."
You watch him intently, but he keeps his eyes closed, though you don't miss the way he tries to fight the dumb smile that pulls at his lips.
He emerges from his nest hours later, hair ruffled and messy as he yawns, hand scratching at the line of hair that disappears beneath the band of his sweatpants as he pads over to the stool you're situated on. You lift your gaze from the small book pinched between your fingers, clamping a hand over your mouth at the sight, giggling behind your palm.
"What are you laughing at? I just woke up. Cut me some slack."
"No, you –you look cute. Aside from the drool stain."
You pick a napkin from the table to wipe at his face, and he leans into your touch, mind still laced with sleep as he melts into your hand.
"You think I'm cute? I knew you were swooning."
You roll your eyes, nudging his jaw as you pull away. "What did I say? Humble yourself. Your head's already big enough."
He plops down beside you, laying his cheek onto the cool tabletop and staring up at you, reaching a hand out to toy with your fingers. He thumbs over your knuckles, silent as he slowly regains complete consciousness. You let him fidget as your eyes pan across the open book in front of you, humming with a small laugh as you feel him pull at your hand to tangle in his hair. Your nails scrape gently across his scalp, drawing quiet, content murmurs from his lips as he sits beside you.
"So, can we talk about it? I mean, if you want to, of course."
He watches as you close the book, and you tuck a few stray curls behind his ear as you look down at him.
"What do you want me to say?"
He stares for a moment before speaking.
"I don't know. I guess…I just wanna know what this is. Between us, I mean. Because I can't keep acting like this is just friendly. Like, is it more, or am I confused?"
You smile at him, scooting your seat closer.
"I'd like to say it's more, if you want to. I do like you, Peter."
He lifts his head from the table, eyes searching your expression.
"Like, like like me?"
You roll your eyes with a small laugh, nodding. "Yes, like like. I'd be stupid not to."
He stills for a good few moments, drawing his brows together.
"I think that's the first time you've used my first name."
"Yeah? Do you not like it?"
He's quick to shake his head, and you grin at him.
"No, I really like it. You should do it more often."
"I'll remember that."
You watch him, eyes flickering to his lips as he leans in closer.
"Can I kiss you?"
"I'd like you to."
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