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happy 2nd birthday to my kotlc wings au, shattered upside down!!
2 years ago today I posted the first chapter of this infamously long fic, so I threw together a piece for fun in celebration--if you've read it, you may recognize a few things as well. you should read it. or talk to me about it. does anyone want to talk about the wings au •_•
closer shots and taglist below :)
KotLC Art Taglist: @bronte-deserves-better @imaramennoodle @thisbluewind @we-have-no-bananas-today @theofficialkai517 @ruewen-and-rising @keefeinnit @thesandsofdawn @crumpledwitchfeet @ascendant-queen @tribblemakingalicorn @axels-corner @loverofallthingssmart @silveny-dreams @girlofmanyfandoms @enbies-and-felonies @impostertamsong @sofia-not-sophie @alabestrine @keefes-hairgel @fanartofthelostcities @three-bunnies-in-a-trenchcoat @a-lonely-tatertot @ketterdamkid @cosmogyral-cleo @meg-doodles @dragonwinnie-kotlc @anaccidentwaitingtohappen @maglorslostsilmaril @even-if-in-another-time @crazedfangirl14 @callas-pancake-tree @katniss-elizabeth-chase @wolfstar-being-ridikkulus @thefoxysnake @florida-preposterously
(please let me know if you'd like to be added or removed. i may start a new taglist because this one is so old)
Shattered Upside Down Taglist: @cosmogyral-cleo @axels-corner @cadence-talle @ahecktonoffandomsinoneblog @milesspidermanmorales @loverofallthingssmart @cowboypossume @jolieharkness @wings-of-hell-and-beyond @shellyseashell @blossomjenniie @akotlcblog @imaramennoodle @panic-at-the-multi-fandom-chaos @dragonwinnie-kotlc @solreefs @fintan-pyren @jazzanddaydreams @xanadaus @sa-divine
#kotlc#kotlc wings au#shattered upside down#kotlc fanart#quil's quill#i keep looking for things I've missed but screw it I'm posting it!#this is the piece I've been complaining fondly about#but!! the wings au is 2 years old now! since the first chapter!#wow...#increbible...#I wish I hadn't been slacking so I could've gone into even more detail (and given keefe feet)#but! i think it's rather impressive I drew 13 people and 6 animals in like 2 days#so. yay me :)#but shattered upside down birthday!! woo woo!! idc if no one else is celebrating I'm celebrating#wings au so cool...#also that might be the best fintan I've ever drawn#i gotta go eat real quick everything say happy birthday to the wings au pretty please :)
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swap au: the boy across the street is Baxter, the boy who lives far away but is still your friend is Cove, and the boy who comes for but one summer is Derek.
When I tell you the powerful and immediate urge I had to rewrite the entire dang game with this ... this is so much fun, thank you!!!
You could hear the new neighbors moving in at your spot behind your house. You'd thought about taking a peek to see what kind of people they were like, but decided to stay out of the way, watching clouds on the poppy hill instead. With how nosy your moms had been after the "for sale" sign disappeared, you'd be learning about them soon enough.
After a while, the clouds stopped holding your attention and you stood, looking for a new activity. Before you knew it, you were making your way to the shore -- there was always something to do there.
When you arrived, the typically empty beach wasn't quite as empty as it usually was. Up near the path, away from the water but still on the sand, was a boy. He looked to be your age, maybe a little older. He hadn't heard you approach, and was instead staring straight ahead at the ocean.
"Hi," you said, and you quickly broke whatever spell he was under. "I haven't seen you around before."
"That would be because I just moved here," he said. He pulled on the hem of his shirt, then smiled at you, extending a hand. "My name is Baxter Ward."
At the time, you thought it was weirdly formal, something grown-ups did to greet each other, not kids. But over time, as you got to know him and all his quirks, you looked back at the moment fondly.
That summer, he became your best friend.
You took to each other immediately, and if you had it your way you would've have spent every waking minute together. Sometimes Baxter couldn't hang out though -- he didn't talk about it much, but he seemed sad sometimes when he talked about his parents, and the few times you spoke with them you got the feeling they didn't like you very much.
But Baxter, as oddly formal as he was, wasn't afraid to break rules. And after a meeting between his parents and yours that didn't seem to go so well, your moms were quick to welcome him whenever he wanted to come over. You were able to get close.
By the time the summer was over, you could hardly remember what life was like before he came into it.
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Five years later, you were 13, and Baxter was still your best friend. He went to a private school while you went to the public one, and from what little he told you about it, he didn't really have friends there. It was a boring place to be, he told you, and he'd much rather be spending time with you than with those spoiled rich kids.
He never bothered noting that he was also a spoiled rich kid.
One day, the two of you were in your bedroom, wasting away a day together. He was lying comfortably on your bed and you were sitting at the foot of it, leaned against the window he regularly used for secret visits -- when he didn't want to hear his parents complain about him spending so much time with you, he found it easier to just slip away unnoticed.
"There's a boy coming over today," he mentioned, ending a comfortable silence. "I think you'll find him interesting."
"If you think he's interesting, then I'm officially scared," you teased.
He smirked in response. He was proud.
Over the past few months, Baxter had started getting more experimental with his fashion. He'd always dressed a bit preppy, and that hadn't changed much, but now he was moving towards clothes that were only black and white. He'd shown you a few more alternative pieces he'd ordered, things that matched the color scheme but were a little more out there, but he hadn't had the nerve to wear them out yet.
"He's the son of a business partner of my father's," he explained of the mystery boy. "I've met him a few times before, he's very shy."
"Then why do you think I'll think he's interesting?" you asked.
"He's also very cute."
You blushed, and he laughed.
You'd had a crush on him for a while, and you couldn't tell if he knew, or if he might like you back, but it was certainly clear that he enjoyed teasing you about anything even remotely related to dating. It always flustered you, but he enjoyed that, too.
He opened his mouth to say anything else, but before he could, the door to your room opened and Liz popped her head in.
"Some kid is at the door asking for you," she told Baxter. "I didn't realize you'd officially moved in."
"Thank you for the warm welcome, sis," he said easily, then stood and looked at you.
"Let's go," he said. "That would be the boy of the hour."
He held out a hand to help you off the bed, and, blushing again, you took it. There was that smirk again, but this time he chose to let it go.
When you went downstairs and to the door, you saw the boy had retreated back towards the street, looking uncomfortable. He was tall and gangly with bright green hair and glasses, and Baxter had been right -- he was cute.
"Cove!" your friend called out brightly, leading you over for an introduction. The boy, Cove, held up his hand in a slight wave. He was nervous.
But as awkward as Cove was, he managed to work his way into your cozy little friend group of two, turning it into a trio.
At one point during the summer, you and Cove had exchanged phone numbers. His father -- his parents were divorced and he lived in another neighborhood with his dad -- was much more easygoing than Baxter's parents, so you were able to visit him quite a bit.
You were even invited over for a sleepover, which Baxter had been surprised about. He'd reacted strangely when you told him about it, it seemed -- you weren't sure if he was upset that his parents had never let you stay over, or if it was something about you getting close to Cove. But in the end, he'd put on his old friendly smile and told you to have fun.
When your moms dropped you off at Cove's house, he greeted you at the door and invited you in, as awkward as the day you had met.
"It was my dad's idea, to ask you to stay over," he explained as you made your way to his room to hang out. "Not that I don't want you to stay over! It was just his idea is all."
"Why would he want me to stay over?" you asked.
He turned to face you as you came to a stop in his bedroom, but he kept his eyes down. He started rubbing his arm, a nervous tick you'd picked up on pretty quickly.
"I don't ... I mean, I don't really have many friends, I guess," he said. "My dad wants me to have more. I think he worries about it."
"Why didn't you ask Baxter?"
"My dad doesn't like his dad," he said.
That made sense to you. You didn't like Baxter's dad either.
Cove didn't live in your neighborhood, but he still lived near a beach. You walked there together and spent most of the evening there, and when you went back, his dad had cooked you dinner.
Throughout the day, he had loosened up, but when it was time for bed, he started getting shy again. His father had laid out two sleeping bags side by side on the living room floor, and after you both got into them, he didn't say a word.
"Cove?" you asked.
He didn't say anything. You turned to face him, sure he hadn't been able to fall asleep that quickly. In the faint light coming in from the kitchen, you saw his eyes wide open, and maybe a tiny bit of color on his cheeks.
"Are you all right?"
He turned his head toward you slightly, not enough to make eye contact, and said, "Yeah."
It wasn't very convincing.
It was your turn to stay quiet -- you weren't sure what to say. Then, without further prompting, he turned to face you too. He met your eyes.
"I get nervous around you," he said plainly. "More than other people. That's why I don't say stuff sometimes."
"Oh," you replied. Then, "Why?"
He shrugged, a decidedly non-romantic gesture, but it still tugged at your heartstrings.
He ended up changing the subject, and you laid there together for a long time, whispering about what you'd done that day and what you wanted to do tomorrow, what you wanted to do with your lives. It was nice, and when you finally fell asleep, you thought maybe you could see Cove being in your life for a long time.
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Five more years went by, and more big changes came with them.
Baxter was your best friend and still your neighbor -- for the time being. You'd graduated high school and were now adults, and you knew he was desperate to get out of his parents' home.
Cove was still important to you, though you'd been seeing him less and less. His father had cut professional ties with Baxter's, and there was a bit of bad blood there. He'd also decided he wanted to go to college to study marine biology, which was no big surprise, but it did mean that a lot of his free time went to studying.
You weren't sure what exactly you wanted to do, but at the beginning of the summer, an opportunity for a quick adventure before diving into real adulthood presented itself, almost literally on your doorstep.
Gossip spread easily in Sunset Bird, and your moms had heard that the newly vacant condo next door to Baxter's house had been rented. They were eager to see who was coming into the neighborhood, but because they had to leave for work before anything happened, they asked you and Baxter, who was almost always over, to keep an eye out.
Baxter agreed before you could say anything. He'd always done anything your moms asked. You thought it was because he was thankful that they'd unofficially adopted him as their third child.
The two of you settled outside on your front step, waiting and chatting idly about some nonsense he'd made up about who the new neighbor would be. He was really getting into the details when a cab pulled up across the street, and a guy who looked to be about your age stepped out.
"This is not what I expected," Baxter whispered to you before letting his mouth hang open.
You watched as the newest resident of your tiny town moved to the back of the car, opening the trunk and easily pulling out a suitcase. He was all muscles and tan skin and had such a big smile as he tipped the driver. The cab left, and the stranger must have felt your eyes on him, because he turned to you then and smiled even wider.
"Hey, neighbors!" he called out, sounding as friendly as he looked. He started making his way over, and you saw bright green eyes twinkling at you.
Baxter stood, sticking his hand out to help you up. You took it, and he used his other hand to smooth his black and white hair.
"My name's Derek," the guy said holding out a hand to you the same way Baxter had when you first met him ten years before. You shook it, and he smiled directly at you before moving to shake your friend's hand as well.
You and Baxter introduced yourselves, then Baxter asked, "So, Derek, what brings you into our tiny neck of the woods?"
"I'm on vacation," he answered. "Well, kind of. I play college soccer, and there's a coach in the city that's really good, I'm going to work with him this summer. My parents wanted me to have an actual vacation too though, so ..."
He finished his thought by gesturing to his condo.
"I see," Baxter said, and you could hear it in his voice already -- he was turning the charm on. "Well, you know what they say about all work and no play. If you ever feel the need to play, don't hesitate to find us."
Ten years of friendship, and Baxter could still make you blush. If Derek was taken aback by his forwardness, he didn't show it -- instead, he laughed openly.
"I'll keep that in mind," he said. You thought you saw him sneak a glance at you as his smile turned smaller, but you weren't sure.
You learned quickly that Derek was serious about his work. He left for long stretches to go into the city for his private training, and you frequently saw him out for runs around the neighborhood.
But he also, it seemed, had taken a liking to you.
One evening, he knocked on your door. You were home alone, so naturally you were the one to answer, and he was there, as always, with a big grin on his face.
"Hey!" he said. "I totally get if you have plans, but if not I thought I'd come check to see if you wanted to hang out?"
"I'm free," you told him.
"Cool. Do you wanna come over?"
When you paused, he quickly continued, telling you, "Oh no, I'm not ... I'm not trying to ... do you like video games?"
A few minutes later, you were sitting next to Derek on his couch, starting up a game of MarioKart.
His composure regained, he said, "I hope you know I'm not going to take it easy on you."
"Why would I think you'd take it easy on me?" you laughed, looking at the tv to choose your character.
"Pretty people always think they can get their way."
That stopped you in your tracks. You glanced over at him, and he was smiling at you.
"You would know," you replied, trying to return the compliment.
As you played, you both found little ways to get closer to each other. Once he scooted over to show you which button to press to do a certain move, and soon after you'd done the same, pretending like you'd forgotten.
After a particularly intense race, it happened -- you finally beat Derek. He'd stayed true to his word and hadn't taken it easy on you, beating you time after time, but now, you'd bested him.
You stood up enthusiastically, cheering for yourself, and ever the gentleman, he stood up as well to cheer along with you.
The next thing you knew, he had his strong arms around your waist, and yours had gone up around his neck. He leaned in a bit, then paused.
"I like you," he said softly, "and I think it would be nice to kiss you. But I'm going back to college in a couple of months, and --"
"A couple of months is enough for me," you told him.
He smiled again, then kissed you. It was gentle and sweet, and over far too soon.
"I'm thinking I should probably make a little bit more time this summer for playing," he said, giving you a smirk that could almost rival Baxter's.
#our life beginnings and always#our life#olba#baxter ward#cove holden#derek suarez#our life baxter#our life cove#our life derek#i cannot emotionally handle how much i love this#imagine the ghost moment with baby baxter#the rv moment with baxter#the boardwalk with cove#mountain scene with derek#DEREK'S GOODBYE ARE YOU KIDDING
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Munson mornings
Friday - March 21st, 1986
It was one of those rare days where Wayne had worked an afternoon shift, meaning that he had had plenty of sleep before he sat down at the kitchen table in their trailer. He knew it would take Eddie about an hour or more before he'd wake up from his slumber, probably grasping at some honey combs before he'd rush out the door, mumbling something along the lines of "Missed first period, what's new." with his mouth still full. Wayne would then look at the crumbs on the doormat and consider that a task for another day.
However, today was a different day for both Munsons, it seemed, as Wayne heard Eddie trashing about in his room, loudly complaining about being unable to find something, much earlier than he was used of him. At one point he let out a happy yell, meaning that he'd probably found what he was looking for, and then possibly stubbed his toe in excitement, judging by all of the swearing that immediately followed after. His door opened, the bathroom door following and not much later Wayne could hear the shower.
Seeing as his nephew would probably have considerable time to get to school, he figured he could make them some eggs on toast, a little treat right before the weekend. It wasn't until Eddie stepped out of the shower that he realized that Wayne was home.
"You're home? Why aren't you asleep?"
"Afternoon shift."
"Oh. Eggs?"
"If you wanna."
"Sure. Can you—"
"Already done it."
Wayne had prepared Eddie's plate just how he liked it, with the eggs cut perfectly to fit on the toast, and the other bits on the side so he could eat those as a "snack". Eddie got dressed first, left the towel around his neck for his dripping curls and added a tiny bit of eyeliner to his eyes. As Eddie sat down, Wayne could immediately tell he was excited about something by the way his features contrasted his usual morning expression drastically. That meant four options.
One: He had a date (unlikely)
Two: Some kind of good drug deal coming up (possible, but Eddie usually didn't really talk about that stuff around his uncle)
Three: He had a gig (it wasn't Tuesday)
Four: Anything related to his D&D campaign (bingo)
"Those little shits have no idea what's coming," Eddie said with a slight evil grin right before taking a bite of his toast, groaning at the taste of it.
"Campaign night?"
"Uh-huh. I've got the dungeon all set up. There are so many traps, but there are two things that could help them out if they know where to look. Dustin will probably try but I bet Mike's gonna rush them into their deaths without blinking. Him and probably Gareth. See, there's this, let's call him "demon guy" for your sake, and he's gonna be waiting right here," Eddie grabbed some dry crackers that he wasn't planning to eat and used them to lay out a part of the dungeon map he'd been working on the past few weeks. Wayne followed his movements, watched how Eddie broke tiny pieces off the crackers to emphasize that one bit had a rounded corner, and stacked some honey combs to show the position of "demon guy" while also popping a few of them into his mouth as he explained further.
Eddie went on and on, eggs on toast almost forgotten until Wayne wordlessly nudged his plate so he'd remember and would take a bite out of it in between. Wayne watched him fondly, cherishing the light he recognized in Eddie's eyes, a light that seemed a rare occurence nowadays. He hoped that graduating would work out this year, so Ed could stop beating himself up about it. Maybe he could get himself a job as a mechanic, he seemed to like working on his van. Or perhaps something backstage, with lights or music, so that he could be involved in that industry even if he hadn't made it big himself just yet. Wayne knew he was meant for big things. He had the drive for it, just needed the confidence.
"Wayne? Are you listening? This part is crucial."
"What did I tell ya about chewing with your mouth open, boy?" Wayne sighed half-heartedly as crumbs landed everywhere on the table. Eddie gave him an apologetic smile (full of food) and tapped impatiently on a piece of honey comb that now represented a summoning circle.
"So this is where..."
Wayne didn't mean to, he really didn't, but he lost track the second Eddie started talking. Maybe being distracted was a Munson trait, who knew. He smiled fondly and took in all his gestures, enjoying the quiet morning with his nephew who was the opposite of quiet. It was nice, having him around. It always had been, even throughout puberty where he hadn't always been easy. He would always be his boy, a young man ahead of his old man in many ways.
As Eddie finished his breakfast and went back into his room to grab his stuff for the campaign that evening, Wayne decided he should ask Eddie about the campaign the next day. He couldn't wait to see hear how his clever nephew made those kids twist and turn. Eddie was a great storyteller, and his own story was only just beginning.
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This was a vague idea that popped up in my brain, which I shared with @stevesxyellowxsweater, basically thanks to Joseph mentioning a dinner scene (I think it was dinner? I'm forgetful - anyway I turned it into breakfast) between Eddie and Wayne would've been nice.
It's a little painful, in retrospect, but that's the duffelbags' fault not mine :)) Anyway hope you like? I rarely post writings sooo yeah.
#eddie munson#eddie munson fic#eddie and wayne munson#wayne munson#stranger things fic#how the fuck do i tag this properly#my-fics#?#? i guess#joseph quinn
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Contractual Obligation
This is a short, comforting scene where Lucifer has been working a little too hard and MC decides to remedy that in a way that only they can. SFW.
The flickering fire empasizes Lucifer's sharp features and the dark circles under his eyes. He gestures with a pen in one hand and massages the bridge of his nose with the other. "I don't know how else I'm going to make this budget stretch-"
You're leaning against his desk, come to check on him before turning in. He missed dinner again, and for what? You realize this is partly of his own making, where he can't accept anything less than perfection even if it kills him, even if he takes a few casualties with him during another downward spiral.
Getting him to complain about his work was an easy feat, that he'd do all on his own. But asking him to rest instead of bull-heading his way through it all is a much harder task. Luckily, you're up for it.
In one swift movement you settle on the arm of his chair. Your hand threads through his hair, gently turning his head so you can kiss his temple. Your lips are soft and your body is warm against him.
"I'm guessing they half-asssed it in the first place, leaving it all for you to fix."
He sighs and leans against you, "It hardly matters. The board is generally incompetent, but no more now than I've come to expect."
You wedge a foot next to his thigh to fully sit on the armrest, relaxing against the back of the chair.
He can feel the soft hum of your voice near his temple. "Regardless, I've come to collect."
His chuckles a bit, sitting back to meet your eyes. "Oh?"
"Yes, you, for the night." He huffs and glances at the work still strewn across his desk. "It's late, Lucifer. They'll still be incompetent tomorrow morning." You adjust a stray piece of his hair that's fallen out of place. Some nights are harder than others. Sometimes you don't even ask him to bed, knowing that sometimes his work does warrant a sleepless night, but tonight isn't one of those nights.
"I'd rather finish this before turning in." That's not a no.
"How much is left?"
"Another hours worth, I estimate."
"Then... another hour - promise me. I'll keep you company."
You get up from your perch and he misses you already.
"I thought a promise was to be agreed upon by both parties."
You settle on the couch, legs tucked up underneath you. "Yes, typically."
He smirks. "Am I to simply accept those terms?"
"You don't have to, but I think it would be a great idea if you did. My opinion matters to you, doesn't it?" There's a faint glimmer of mischief in your eyes.
"You're possibly demonic."
"Only for a good cause, dear."
He's enamored with the way petnames sound on your tongue. His face softens into a warm, comfortable expression. He fondly rolls his eyes.
"Most contracts require both parties get something out of the deal. What do I get in return?
You answer him honestly. "My satisfaction and the rest you deserve."
You leave so little room for argument, and he almost breathes a sigh of relief. He pretends to weigh his options. "I suppose I can agree to those terms."
Your eyes light up. "Then... your hour starts now."
You scrunch further into the couch and open an e-book on your phone, highly recommended by Satan. The scratch of Lucifer's pen and an occasional frustrated whisper keeps you company while an hour passes.
The clock chimes and he's still engrossed, shoulders hunched, and brow furrowed. You return to him, knocking in his shoulder. "Times up."
He blinks blearily at the clock, "So it is." The urge to stick it out is strong, but he can't bring himself to, not another night. Not when you're looking at him with so much genuine care, all for the sake of his wellbeing. He has to remind himself that your care isn't an admonishment, that it isn't pity or manipulation. Every time you see him through it and every time he feels better for it. He had agreed after all. He sighs, as if put out. "Very well."
Your tired smile is all the reassurance he needs. You're enchanting, highlighted by the roaring fire. He shall tell you that, he thinks, another time when he can follow up his words with fitting action.
Truly, Lucifer hardly recognizes himself. The him from months past would scoff at this direct show of his weak underbelly. But he finds that these days, nothing feels better than appreciating your genuity, than pleasing you and recieving a knowing smile. He tries to quiet the small voice that mocks his exhaustion, goading him, demanding that breaks and rest are for the weak-willed.
These late night rendezvous of comfort are for your eyes only. You share not a whisper of your hold on him, only evident in the way he looks at you and defers to you now. He allows himself this one indulgence. How freeing, just once in a lifetime, to love and be loved by his first and only chosen master.
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The Knights Pet
Chapter Seven
Vicruls POV
I waited patiently in the common room for my pet to return from her lesson, the sound of cardo taking apart yet another non functional weapon he planned to rebuild the only sound occupying the space. I kept myself busy bandaging up a new wound I acquired in training that day, courtesy of Kuruk who still seemed to be a bit upset over the whole companions situation. He would soon get over it, or at least I hoped.
The sound of loud footsteps followed by the patter of much smaller bare feet running to keep up grew louder and closer until the girl and Ap'lek came into view. "I've been called to a meeting with Ren. Goodbye, pet." He spoke as he pried her hand from his, pushed her in my direction, giving her one last gentle pat on the head before he stalked off towards the throne room without another word.
The girls eyes fell upon my injury, sympathy and sorrow taking over her features as she rushed to me. "Hurt?" She questioned, kneeling at my feet, her hands setting themselves gently on my thighs as she looked up at me fondly. I chuckled at her concern and shook my head. "I'm fine, pet. It's only a flesh wound. It will heal." I assured her, taking hold of her face as I admired her sweet features. She didn't seem to believe me, pushing my hands away before taking hold of my arm and examining the dressing with furrowed eyebrows.
The night prior hadn't been an eventful one. The poor thing had fallen asleep before I had even finished disrobing, her body curled into a ball on the couch as soft noises escaped her. I had thought about moving her to my bed but decided against it, thinking it best to let her sleep where she pleased.
I had quickly taken notice that she had somehow managed to steal a fork from the dining hall, the silver object clutched in her hand as she happily snuggled herself deeper into the sofa. My little thief. I grabbed a blanket from my bed, draping it carefully over her sleeping form before retreating to my bedroom.
I was brought back to reality by the feeling of the girls warm lips meeting my shoulder, leaving a trail of soft kisses around the damaged area. With each touch she was careful to not push to hard, not that I would have complained even if she had. All this over a tiny cut. Stars, I couldn't even imagine what she was going to be like when she saw us coming back from a mission.
"Happy?" She asked, tilting her head as she awaited my answer. I chuckled, nodded down at her. "Yes, pet. Thank you." She smiled seeming content with her work before she pushed herself off the ground. Her gaze moved to Cardo, the sound of his tools clanking loudly against one another catching her attention. He seemed to be agitated, huffing in annoyance as he tossed away a spare piece, the object meeting the floor with a loud thud.
I watched as she made her way over to him, picking up the piece of metal along her way. She took a moment to examine it before she spoke. "I help." Without hesitation she moved herself to Cardos lap, the man immediately tensing as she perched herself on his thigh. It was clear that he didn't know how to react to her, staying stark still as she leaned herself over his work.
She pulled at the wires he had been tinkering with, the action causing him to grimace, surly thinking that she had completely ruined his project and he would need to start from scratch. Her tongue poked out the side of her mouth in concentrated as she worked. She twisted cables together, moved pieces from one side of the device to the other, and screwed the metal piece that had once occupied the ground back into the weapon.
Suddenly the sound of the machine activating echoed through the room, the hum of energy seeming to satisfy the girl, a smile spreading over her features as she turned to face the knight. Cardo sat with a look of shock on his face as he realized she really had fixed it, all by herself without any help from him. "How'd you do that, pet?" He interrogated, picking up the object and inspecting it for any discrepancies.
"I help. Welcome." She nodded, her broken basic making me laugh. She climbed under his arm to remove herself from his lap, giving him one last smirk, as if she was mocking him for thinking she was incapable of such a task. She scampered back to me, looking quite proud of herself, smiling as I took her into my arms.
"Smart girl, where'd you learn such a thing?" I praised, a blush coming to her cheeks at my words as she nuzzled herself into my neck to avoid my gaze. The sound of Kylo, and the rest of the knights making there way into the room caught my attention, a fleet of stormtroopers following loudly behind them in formation.
"We've gotten word of a resistance base on the planet Prine." Kylo spoke, vocoder distorting his every word. "Prine?" The girl questioned, the word seeming familiar to her from the way she lit up. "Prepare yourselves and the girl. We will departing within the hour." Ren finished turning to lead the troops to the bridge. He stopped in his tracks looking back at us over his shoulder, his masked face giving the girl a once over. "Find her something else to wear. And put some shoes on her for stars sake."
#supreme leader snoke#knights of ren#knights of ren smut#knights of ren x reader#kylo#kylo ren x reader#kylo x reader#ren#kylo fanfic#kylo ren
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*AHEM* Hello! It is I! Royal 👑 Anon, I have heard you need creative juices! Well my peon and friend, do I have a story for you!
[What would happen if Time only stayed at Malon's house. And his real home is the castle, where Zelda rules in his absence. He is king in title, not in marriage.]
"So... This is where you live?!" (Y/N) screams in shock, watching as servants scatter about and take their belongings. Time chuckles at his companions, watching with a patient smile at Queen Zelda coming to greet them. She bows and greets the group.
"I must say, you are strong group indeed. Especially if Link is the one managing you all." The queen jokes lightly, a white long glove covering her giggles.
(Y/N) stared at Time's Zelda with hints of envy. She wore a beautiful gown and lovely gold crown sitting atop her clean braided hair. (Y/N) on the other hand felt disgusting in the woman's presence. She wasn't, ashamed, per-say... Just, out of place. When was the last time the group had actually showered?
Hell,, when was the last time she got her hair nice and done?
The queen scans over the group as her eyes land on (Y/N). Zelda shoots a look at Time, a hopeful look overcoming her features. "So, your highness..." Zelda drawls out the word to make sure to catch the attention of the king.
"In your letters, I've heard of all the tales of the group. They were very.. Intriguing." She states smugly, her heels gliding gracefully to (Y/N)'s side. "Well, my king. I'm sure you and your group need to rest before the feast tonight. I shall take this one for myself for the evening."
Zelda smiles innocently, her hands gently gripping (Y/N) sides. Time shoots Zelda a look that made the whole group shake to the core. Yet the female ruler smiles ruefully, leading a star struck (Y/N) away from the males.
Time was about to go after them, yet Sailor stopped right in front of him. Demanding answers like the curious child he was.
(Y/N) found herself in queen Zelda's room after the bath she had. Servants had gathered materials for things (Y/N) couldn't understand. Before the servants could do more, Zelda had asked them to leave.
Grabbing a brush, the queen did her best to untangle her (h/c). But the brush broke after a few strokes. (Y/N) laughs it off as Zelda apologized worriedly.
"(Y/N), I have heard of you. From are king, or.. Whom you call, "Time," he mentioned you many times in his letters." Zelda giggles, patting down the flowy skirt of (Y/N)'s dress she had been given to wear. "Really? Huh. Does he complain?"
"No, not at all. He speaks fondly of all your group. I bet he would name one the Linka as his successor as king if he could."
"But... Wouldn't that be twilight? Or is this a different time or Time?" (Y/N) ponders aloud. Zelda shook her head, shrugging off your response.
"But, I digress. You'll be the next queen I presume from how he writes of you."
"What..?"
"Oh, are you not comfortable as taking the title. Because it's-"
"NO! It's just- that is.. A lot to take in."
Zelda smiled, patting her hand in a kind manner. "There is still time to figure things out. The King- I mean, Time. He'll understand. Honestly, I bet he'd do anything for you. Might even wage a war to keep you safe."
Zelda laughs, while you smile at the thought. He'd go through all that for you. That's a bit much, though, it showed he cares.
Soon, the queen picked up a crown bigger than her own, a small veil attached at the end.
"I bet Link is dying to see you. He probably thinks I've kept you all to myself, hah, silly fool."
"My queen, the king is outside the door. It's time for the banquet!" A servant knocked, as Zelda leads you out. Finding yourself standing in front of Time in the doorway. Looking as regal as a king should be. His armor nowhere in sight as his hair was slicked in a way to show off his scar on his eye.
Time bows like a gentleman, regarding Zelda and you as he holds out his arm to you.
Do you accept the hand of the The King Time?
[Ohoho!! I hope this piece helps everyone's creativity juices!]
....My heart... help... completely shot through...
I'm in a state. I love him.
I'd love to have a dance with King Time at least... Just once...
#pinky replies#speaking of royalty#has anyone seen Ruyi's Royal Love in the Palace?#I've been watching it for months now but I've only recently started from the beginning#i highly recommend it#it's long#but so good#am I about to hit a stressful moment and I'm stalling by answering asks?#yes#this episode is going to hurt#and I know it#help
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20 Questions for Fic Writers!
@sproutwings tagged me in this last week, and now that retail hell is over for the year, I'm starting to get some of my brain power back!
How many works do you have on AO3? 176
What’s your total A03 word count? 565,685 words
What fandoms do you write for? CW Flash is my constant, but I'm also writing dnd fic for my friends. TBH the only fandom I used to write that I refuse to write for anymore is HP.
What are your top five fics by kudos?
1) A Cold Encounter (Flash, Coldflash, 1552 kudos)
2) The Break-Up of the Ice (Flas, Coldflash, 1411 kudos)
3) Resonance (Flash, Coldflash, 1333 kudos)
4) Thirty Seconds (Flash, Coldflash, 1036 kudos)
5) The World, Like a Blossom (Flash, Coldflash, 842 kudos)
Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? 99 percent of the time, yes. I love responding to comments and acknowledging the time they spend with my stories. Sometimes I get overwhelmed though, so I do a purge of unanswered comments every once in a while. I'm sorry! /o\
What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Uhhh. I mean, I write so much angst. IDK, probably one of my earlier works. Requiem (Gundam Wing MCD) maybe?
What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? As I've gotten older, I've definitely skewed more toward happy endings. Probably my JLA Hijinks (The Flash/DCU, Coldflash) series. That's just a a ton of happy endings for Barry and Leonard!
Do you get hate on your fic? I've gotten the occasional rude comment, but never any actual hate.
Do you write smut? I do, and I complain about it incessantly until I'm done!
Do you write crossovers? Normally, I don't. I have, however, written an unfinished Cheri Majors/Aisha al'Fadil pi0ece with @saekhwa
Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I know of? I always check when reminders go around tumblr, but I don't think I've ever found one.
Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes! I have blanket translation approval, and I've had several pieces translated.
Have you ever co-written a fic? Nothing that's been finished or released.
What‘s your all-time favourite ship? I... can't answer this. Physically incapable. Thank you for asking.
What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Ugh, probably The Narrow Way (SPN, Dean/Castiel) I started it as a nano project, but then canon went too far past me and I never touched it again. I could probably go back and work on it again. It would be interesting to see how my writing has changed.
What’s your writing strengths? I'm really good at keeping complicated timelines separate, I think. Body language is another that I've worked hard at.
What’s your writing weaknesses? I'm not allowed to say 'everything else', am I? I don't know, tbh. I have really low self esteem and don't think I'm strong at much. Can I crowdsource this answer? ;_;
Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? I don't particularly care about having to translate another language to figure it out when I'm reading, but I've grown away from writing it like that.
First fandom you wrote for? Gundam Wing. I'm charmed at past!me despite myself.
Favourite fic you’ve ever written? I will forever and always have a weak spot for Here Mid the Ash Trees (Violent Messiahs) I wrote it at a time that it filled a void for me, and I will always think of it fondly.
This was a lot of fun! I'm tagging @kisahawklin @saekhwa @scheherezhad @clavally @meansgirlwrites @qlala
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'Mac the Knifed
First off, don't call the schmaltz police on me but I want to thank everyone who's liked/reblogged etc. my silly MK1 posts. They were a catharsis of sorts during last month that was the absolute shits for me. After giving the finger to the trainwreck that was MK11 (and my account having been inactive for a long time with also so many of my Tumblr buddies leaving), I've liked most of the bits and pieces of the MK1 story I've seen so far. The game's been out for almost a month now and we all naturally have opinions galore on how our beloved character(s) were treated (Rep fans, raise a glass). The last time I've actually played an MK game was 1999, so for me it's all about the story.
On to the topic at hand. Discussion of our Man of the Hour is under the cut.
For me the biggest revelation, naturally, was the surprising role that Ermac played in the story mode. Yes, he's still suppressed by NRS Brand Plot Armor™, but after nearly two entire decades Boon and company FINALLY got the damn message that fans still fondly remember his Deception storyline to this day.
And did they throw us a bone. The connection again with Kenshi and the resulting TK Bros moment with the rockslide, him again taking out five characters without breaking a sweat (including hand-to-hand combat; yes!!), and him again fighting Ashrah.
Most of all, he was actually important to the plot this time around, FINALLY making Jerrod frickin' relevant and — call it guilt by association if you will — made characters that I've never really cared for like Sindel and Mileena actually likable (and Ms. Useless herself, Tanya, a bit more tolerable), and this is coming from someone who was never a fan of his MK9 ending. I did have an issue with the large gap between chapters in which he appears, which in turn made his revelation as Jerrod seem somewhat rushed, but it's — to use a favorite expression of mine — complaining about the color of the couch in the mansion. Definitely a 9/10.
And despite all this...it's gone relatively ignored so far because people still won't quit bitching about his design.
Well, get the hell over it. His MK11 look is not happening. He's not a ninja anymore. And it's now clear as crystal why he's not masked. (I guess I'll be pedantic myself and say maybe he should've been masked after his creation and then taken it off when Jerrod took over.) It's already been three months since it was revealed, it was ONE shot in a trailer, and it looks far better in action. The same people constantly griping about Ermac looking like a mummy back in MKX are now going completely apeshit because more of his skin is showing this time around. Pick one or the other, folks. Can't we just put this crap aside and focus on his having a strong role in an NRS-era MK story mode for the first time?
Veering off topic a bit, but I've realized something else recently. Ermac went from a nonexistent glitch to having a badass distinctive symbol (his Deception chest design that's a mainstay to this day) and an iconic catchphrase. Other than Scorpion, who the hell else in MK can boast that? Maybe one or the other, but not both. (Plus, the telekinesis will never not be sexy.)
That's so much marketing potential for NRS but since Ermac is not either of The Big Two, they've elected to sit on their hands. What a damn shame. Hell, a spinoff game featuring the Outworld Six based on Kotal Kahn's ending (the best in MKX), with them squaring off against a maniacal Raiden to reclaim their realm, would've done wonders for their characters and been the GREATEST thing ever. It of course had a snowball's chance of happening but just as a fan of these guys it literally hurts thinking about the wasted potential.
Thank you for listening. The collection plate will now be passed around.
#ermac#mortal kombat 1#rant#sorry for the long diatribe#but I wanted to get this off my chest#I've seen next to nothing about his role in the story#no promises in the slightest#but it just may get me back into Mac fan art#literally have not finished a drawing since November 2015
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Ronance Drabble - Drive in //
AN// Ronance drabble based off my Steddie fic Just a Thought, The Four go to a drive in movie and Steve and Eddie ditch
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Eddie and Steve left the car, slamming the doors behind them. Robin and Nancy sat in the front seat of Steve's parked car, enjoying the drive in movie. Nancy wore Robin's jacket, which was offered when she said she was feeling cold. Nancy's feet were up in the passenger seat, as Robin herself in the driver's seat had her arm behind the back of Nancy's chair. She felt very cozy with Robin as the lights from the projector splashed lights over their faces.
She smiled and picked a piece of popcorn off the top of the box.
"You think tonight will be the night?" Nancy asked Robin who was holding the popcorn.
"That those two love birds move on from staring at eachother longingly and get to second base? Not a chance," Robin smirked and turned her attention back to the screen.
Nancy giggled. "You know, I really like this movie," she said, amused at Robin's interest in the film. She had stressed this was a one night showing and that all four of them shouldn't miss it, despite Steve's complaining. Nancy was curious though, and relieved to have some fun away from work.
"Yeah it's a good one. I've seen it 3 times. I want to learn Hungarian so I can understand what his aunt is saying in Act iii when they drive off in the car-"
Robin begins to babble on about her observations and interest in the black and white indie film that they were watching, Stranger than Paradise. Nancy didn't mind. Nancy had fun with Robin. She liked being around her. Robin was smart, she was honest. Blunt to a fault at times, but Nancy liked that. Some people needed the truth. 'Definitely Steve,' Nancy mused as she stared at Robin from her peripheral. She snuggled down into Robin's puffy jacket.
Robin, still talking, dropped the arm that was resting on the back of Nancy's seat so it wrapped around Nancy's shoulders. Nancy blushed.
"And anyway it's so weird that Willie is like obsessed with Eva - I mean I get it, that's the whole point, his journey on whether to be fascinated with his Hungarian origins or lean into his American identity-"
Nancy let herself lean into Robin and closes her eyes, saying lazily, "Yeah but maybe Eva also represents the idea of temptation itself. She's the hypothetical excitement Willie has been missing in life."
Robin laughed "Nancy Wheeler," she said fondly, "I didn't think you were paying that much attention."
"It's an interesting movie," Nancy yawned and snuggled her head onto Robin. Robin looked down and a smile tugged at her lips. For once, not having anything to say.
Nancy was one of the only people who she could talk to who didn't think she was annoying. Nancy actually bounced her ideas back to her, made her think even more. And Robin loved that about Nancy.
Robin laid one of her hands on Nancy's head, to Nancy's pleasure.
"I think working at the video store fucked me up Nance," she said, "I mean I used to talk about cool shit, now all I talk about is movies. "
"What's 'cool shit?'" Nancy asked, smiling but not opening her eyes.
"Like did you know the male seahorse has the ability to have thousands of babies at once," she said. "Like imagine that Nance, you're a single father one day, and the next you have a thousand babies to take care of."
Nancy laughed lightly, "Yeah that would suck."
Robin looked down on Nancy's sleepy face. "I should take you home huh?"
"What about the movie.." Nancy yawned, "and this is Steve's car. ."
"I think Harrington will survive the trip," Robin smiled and started the car up.
#May write more to this but its a cute lil moment#ronance#Ronance Drabble#Ronance fic#Ronance fluff#Stranger things#Stranger things fic#my fics
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Kintsugi | Chapter 3
Nanami Kento x Reader
summary: No one understood the intricacies of the soul better than you did. That was why you were all too aware of how damaged and brittle your own was. But Nanami would always be there to help you mend the cracks and keep it from shattering completely.
warnings: 18+ minors dni, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, but also finally some fluff, angst with a happy ending, oral sex (f receiving), cockwarming, squirting, soft smut, all the emotions, minor hidden inventory arc spoilers
notes: this shit is long so thank you all for being so patient. this ended up being my favorite thing I've written so far so please let me know what you think!
words: 15.4k
chapters: i • ii • iii
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Your mother watched with an amused smile as you kept looking from the bowl of grapes in your lap to the bowl of grapes that was resting on top of her heavily pregnant belly. The fact that she now had a built-in tray everywhere she went was probably the only useful thing about being the size of a whale.
“What’s wrong?” she finally asked and you looked up at her with a frown from where you sat next to her on the couch. You then lifted your bowl with your two small hands and held it next to hers.
“Mine’s broken,” you complained, referring to the gold lines that ran along the side of your bowl where it had once been repaired.
“No, it’s not. It’s been fixed,” she gently laughed with a shake of her head, and your pout only deepened.
“But I want a normal one,” you insisted and she sighed good-naturedly as she reached a hand out and fondly brushed your hair from your face.
“You know, it would be easy to fix the bowl and make it look like it had never been broken,” she told you. “But do you know why we use gold on the cracks?”
You shook your head and she plucked a grape from the bowl and passed it to you for you to eat.
“It’s because you should never try to hide the damage,” she explained and her uncharacteristically firm tone caught your attention as you looked up at her with wide eyes. “You repair it and embrace it and then it becomes something even more beautiful.”
Her expression softened when she saw your face scrunching up with confusion and she leaned in to drop a kiss to the top of your head.
“Never forget that. Embrace the broken pieces and it’ll only make you stronger,” she said gently and she waited for you to nod before she picked out another grape for you to take.
As she watched you eat it, a teasing smile appeared on her lips — one that felt much more familiar than the serious expression that she had just been sporting.
“But if you want the plain, boring, old bowl, you can have it,” she sighed dramatically and grabbed the bowl from your lap to switch it with the one on her belly.
“What? Mama, no!” you cried out, immediately reaching out to try and swap them back.
She laughed at your quick change of heart and playfully pinched your cheek and began to pull, making you giggle loudly as she stretched your smile wide. You began to try and squirm away from her, which only made her tug on your cheek further.
But as you continued to wiggle, the unbroken bowl that she had placed in your lap was accidentally jostled and fell to the floor, where it cleanly broke into three pieces despite the softness of the tatami mat that it landed on.
Your eyes grew as wide as saucers as you stared down at the broken bowl and there was a long moment of silence before your mother burst into laughter that rang joyously through the room. You looked up at her, watching her for a few seconds before joining in with your own childish giggles.
However, the joint laughter came to a sudden halt when the shoji door was thrown open with a shrill and panicked cry of your mother’s name.
“I heard something break! Are you alright?” Kanae, your kind, long-suffering housekeeper, frantically asked as she came stumbling into the room. “Is it the baby? I’ll call the midwife!”
You and your mother froze before exchanging fearful looks, scared that you both might find yourselves on the receiving end of yet another one of Kanae’s lectures about how the clan head and the clan heir should know better.
“Ahhh, Kanae-san. No, I’m alright. Please don’t worry. Just a little accident,” your mother said with a nervous laugh.
When the older woman saw how you both simultaneously turned your heads to look at her with matching, guilty expressions, her panic began to fade. It was replaced with amusement over how similar the pair of you looked, which she was quick to hide with an exasperated sigh.
As she walked over and saw the broken bowl on the floor, she began to chide both of you for your behavior. She purposely turned a blind eye to the way your mother was mocking her behind her back as she knelt down to pick up the pieces. The way you failed to hide your giggles in response to the pregnant woman’s playfulness warmed her heart even as she continued to chastise the two of you.
She had served your clan ever since your mother was young and she would never tire of how your childish laughter echoed throughout the large house, reminding her of days from long ago.
“Kanae-san, can you put aside the broken pieces?” your mother asked when Kanae paused her lecturing to take a breath. “We’ll just fix it. No need to throw away a perfectly good bowl.”
“Yeah! We’re gonna make it look super pretty!” you declared excitedly, making your mother softly laugh.
“Of course,” Kanae said as she stood up and gave a respectful nod of her head, unable to fully hide the small smile playing on her lips.
“This place is nice,” you observed as you looked around the French restaurant that Nanami had brought you to, your chin resting in your palm.
“I’ve been wanting to try it for a while,” he said from his seat at the table across from you. “They do a duck that’s been aged for 21 days and they only serve four per night.”
“What took you so long to come?” you asked, looking back at him with an easy smile on your lips.
Everything was easy with Nanami.
“I’ve been saving it for you,” he replied simply, briefly glancing up at you from his menu. “Why don’t we start with the scallops and the burrata salad?”
Nanami had never been one for flowery, long-winded declarations of love. For him, it had never made sense to use a paragraph when a sentence would do. Which was why you never had to worry about trying to find your way through a maze of doublespeak to understand how he felt. Nanami was always a man who meant what he said.
“I’ve been saving it for you.”
There was something about that remark that had your heart fluttering like you were a teenager all over again. It made you feel special — it made you feel loved — to know that there were things that Nanami would wait to do until the two of you could do them together.
You could suddenly imagine a shared life with Nanami in Tokyo. Getting to wake up with him every morning. Having breakfast together before he left for work. Sharing dinner when he got home. Spending your evenings together. Going to sleep in the same bed night after night.
You had done it before, even if it did feel like a lifetime ago. Why couldn’t you do it again?
No more long-distance. No more cross-country traveling. No more having to survive on phone calls and texts and FaceTime. No more going to bed alone. No more waking up alone. No more having to live a life separate from Nanami.
What was stopping you?
You opened your mouth, ready to tell him that you would spend more time with him in Tokyo.
But the words wouldn’t leave you, no matter how hard you tried to force them out. There was just too much pain — too much bitterness.
“Sounds good,” you eventually said with a small nod. There was a slight, unexpected rasp to your voice that caused Nanami to look up from the menu at you with concern in his eyes. You forced a smile onto your lips, hoping to put him at ease. “You know I love scallops.”
You could tell that he wanted to probe further and ask if you were alright, but was stopped from doing so when the waitress came up to your table to take your drink order. You visibly perked up and reached for the drink menu only to have it snatched away from you before you could grab it.
“Just water is fine, thank you,” Nanami told the waitress as he handed her both the drink menu and his food menu. “We’ll start with the scallops and burrata salad and then we’ll have the duck.”
With a small frown on your lips, you passed her your own food menu before she left. You watched Nanami as he absently brushed away at an invisible spot on the tablecloth with the backs of his fingers — a tell that he was deep in thought.
You patiently waited as a small bubble of anxiety formed in the pit of your stomach, almost certainly knowing what he was about to say. He finally folded his hands in front of him on the table and looked up at you.
“I’m worried about your drinking,” he said, choosing to be direct, just as he was in all other aspects of his life. He watched you carefully, knowing that this was a delicate conversation.
You internally debated for a brief moment whether to protest and deny that you had a problem before assuring him that there was nothing to be concerned about. But you quickly decided that the last thing that you wanted to do was spend the little, precious time that you had with Nanami arguing.
Instead, you sighed softly and propped your elbow on the table so that you could rest your chin in the palm of your hand. You turned your gaze out the window, distractedly watching the people walking by on the street as you tried to fight off the sense of melancholy that you could feel trying to root itself deep in your chest.
“My soul’s been hurting lately,” you finally replied. You then scoffed and shook your head. “That’s a lie. It’s been hurting for a while.”
You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, counting to five before releasing it and opening your eyes once more.
“I feel like it’s not getting any better, Kento,” you murmured, your voice no more than a whisper. “It’s like all those broken pieces deep down inside are so sharp that I can feel them poking through my skin for everyone to see.”
“I don’t think isolating yourself is helping,” he said gently and you looked at him from the corner of your eye. “You spend all your time alone in that big house where you’re surrounded by ghosts.”
“That’s my family’s house,” you told him, a slight edge to your voice that Nanami had rarely been on the receiving end of.
“I know,” he nodded, the kindness in his tone immediately putting you more at ease. “I just worry about you. You need some sort of human connection.”
“No, I don’t. I’m done caring about human connections,” you were quick to scoff before rolling your eyes. “I’m done caring about it all.”
A sad smile appeared on Nanami’s lips and you suddenly felt like he could see right through you down to your very core, your soul laid bare before him. But this wasn’t like with your cursed technique. This was simply because he knew you.
He knew every fear and insecurity and trauma. He knew what you were like at your best and he knew what you were like at your worst. He knew your scars as well as he knew his own.
He knew your heart and soul.
“That’s not true,” he said, his tone kind as he looked at you meaningfully. “It’s not that you don’t care. It’s that you care too much. That’s why it’s all so painful.”
It felt like he had plucked a string, his words resonating within you and drawing forward a memory that had been securely tucked away. You were no longer sitting in a restaurant in Tokyo across from Nanami.
Instead, you were curled up in your futon, trapped in a bottomless pit of grief as warm fingers gently brushed your hair behind your ear. The kind touch you could feel against your skin was the only thing keeping you tethered to the earth. And you could hear the voice of a ghost echoing in your ears.
“You and I share the same curse. We care too much. We feel other people’s pain. And in the world of jujutsu, that’s an unforgivable sin.”
You quickly blinked away the memory, joining Nanami once again in the present. There was a strange longing blooming in your chest and a sad smile of your own formed on your lips as you recognized it as regret.
“Suguru said something similar to me once,” you murmured as you looked out the window, your expression distant and Nanami’s gaze on you felt heavy. “When he came to see me after he heard about...”
Nanami was silent as you trailed off and you glanced at him from the corner of your eye to see that he was wearing an unreadable look on his face.
“He called it a curse,” you told him, the words leaving a bad taste in your mouth. You hesitated briefly and your voice sounded small with your next question. “Do you think it’s a curse?”
The way he sighed made it seem like he had aged thirty years in the span of a few short seconds. You turned your eyes to him and saw that his weariness was written clear across his face.
“In this world? The one in which we operate?” he asked, a solemn note in his tone. He paused for a moment, letting the question linger. “Probably.”
Your gaze dejectedly dropped to the table.
“But if the alternative is apathy to the suffering of others then it’s a curse I would willingly bear,” he continued and you lifted your eyes to look back at him. If your mood was just a bit worse — or if you had been drinking — you might have scoffed dismissively at him. Instead, you could only let out a weary sigh of your own.
“I feel like I’ve been cursed so many times over. Cursed to care too much. Cursed to lose the people that are important to me,” you frowned. You then let out a humorless laugh. “Cursed to become a curse.”
“You don’t know that,” he was quick to correct and you were taken aback by the unexpected sharpness in his tone. It felt like he was admonishing you and it took you a moment to realize which part of what you had said had upset him. A look of sad understanding appeared on your face.
“You don’t not know that,” you gently reminded him. “And with my soul as damaged as it is, the odds aren’t great.”
He continued to give you the same unwavering look and his resolve was so strong that for just the briefest moment, you believed that maybe he was right — maybe you weren’t fated to become a curse after death. But reality was quick to set in and remind you of the trauma and heartbreak that it felt like you would never recover from.
“You should stay here for a couple of weeks, with me. I think it’ll help,” he finally said and your eyebrows rose in surprise.
“Kento…” you began, your voice filled with hesitation, before trailing off.
“I know you hate Tokyo. I know there are a lot of things you want to forget.” His words were spoken kindly, lovingly, almost like he was trying to approach a spooked animal. “But I think you’ll see that some time together, even here, will help fix some of that damage.”
You suddenly felt the same longing from earlier when you had wanted to offer to spend more time with him in Tokyo. Maybe he was right. You knew that spending day after day alone in the house that had once been filled with so much love was taking its toll on your soul.
Was your stubborn refusal to live in a city teeming with jujutsu and jujutsu sorcerers worth the high cost to your mental state?
There was still so much bitterness in your heart fueling your desire to tell Nanami no. But with the way he was looking at you, his eyes pleading with you, you felt a “yes” on the tip of your tongue.
As the silence between the two of you continued to stretch on, you sighed.
“I’ll think about it,” you offered, a weak compromise the best you could give him at the moment. You couldn’t help but feel guilty when you saw a flash of disappointment cross Nanami’s face. “I promise. Really.”
He considered your words and seemed to recognize them as an olive branch because he decided to let the matter rest. The sober atmosphere hanging over your conversation was broken when your waitress returned with two glasses of water.
“Here are your drinks,” she said as she set them down. “Your appetizers should be out soon.”
“Take your time. We’re not in a hurry,” you assured her before giving Nanami a sincere smile, one that felt almost foreign on your lips. The waitress nodded in thanks before walking away to tend to her other tables, leaving you and Nanami alone once more.
A hint of mischief appeared in your eyes as you looked at him.
“So...Nanamin, hmm?” you asked, your lips now more reminiscent of a smirk than a true smile. It only grew wider when you saw how his eyebrow twitched at the nickname.
“Please don’t,” he sighed and his exasperation was so clear for you to see that you couldn’t help but softly laugh. “It’s bad enough that Itadori-kun refuses to call me anything else. I don’t know if I have the patience to hear it from you as well.”
You grinned as you tilted your head and rested your cheek on your fist as you gazed at him fondly. When you had first met Nanami as a fellow first-year at Jujutsu Tech, you had found his grumpy nature endearing. And now, all these years later, you found it comforting that regardless of everything that life had thrown at you, there were still some things that would never change.
“Don’t worry, Kento. You know the last thing I want is to aggravate you,” you assured him, a hint of impishness to your grin and he merely raised a skeptical eyebrow. You shook your head with another laugh before resting your chin back in your palm, your amusement fading into something more contemplative.
“Itadori Yuuji…” you murmured thoughtfully, the teenager’s smiling face and pink, fluffy hair clear in your mind. “Doesn’t he remind you of Tadashi?”
There was a wistfulness to your voice and Nanami found himself surprised when he didn’t detect any bitterness or anger lying underneath it. He couldn’t remember the last time he had heard you say your younger brother’s name. He knew how much pain was wrapped up in your memories of the boy that Nanami had been lucky enough to meet only a handful of times.
“He does,” he gently agreed. But then another face flashed through his head, a face he would never forget, the face of his classmate, his friend. “I can’t help but be reminded of Haibara as well.”
Your eyes widened slightly, the name inspiring an all too familiar sense of regret in you. You forced yourself to swallow the lump in your throat before nodding. Your gaze dropped down to your glass of water.
“He’s a first-year, right? So he’s, what? 15? 16? That’s just so young,” you said softly before pausing as you began to lose yourself in your thoughts. You then blinked a few times, shaking off the reverie that you had unintentionally allowed yourself to fall into. You glanced up from your glass to see that Nanami was watching you patiently and you cleared your throat. “That’s...that’s almost as old as Tadashi and Yu were when they died.”
Your eyes dropped once more as a small, sad smile played at your lips.
“It just doesn’t make sense, does it? The people who love life more than any of us are the ones cursed to die so young,” you mused. A darkness then passed over your face, your smile giving way to a frown. “And even if that curse doesn’t get Yuuji-kun then those old men at the top already have his execution lined up.”
You closed your eyes and gave a tired sigh. You wanted to be annoyed with yourself for caring so much about the fate of a boy that you had spent less than thirty minutes with but found that you didn’t have it in you. When it came down to it, you just wanted Itadori and the rest of his classmates to live long, healthy lives.
Nanami was right. You cared too much.
As you opened your eyes to look back at him, your sad smile returned.
“Watch out for him, alright?” you asked. “It would be heartbreaking if anything happened to such a pure soul.”
He was quiet as he dropped his gaze to the table, unable to meet your eyes. It suddenly felt like he was carrying the world on his shoulders — all of his past mistakes creating a burden that weighed heavily on him.
“I’m tired of letting people down,” he finally said, his words exposing a vulnerability that was so rare for him to display. And you could read between the lines. You knew he was talking about you. “Just once, I want to be able to protect someone.”
He raised his eyes and gave you a sad smile of his own.
“I’ll look after him. I promise.”
You were overcome with affection for the man sitting across from you. You reached your hand out to cover one of his with your palm, giving his hand a gentle squeeze. He glanced down and when he looked back up, he saw that your eyes were slightly wet and that a loving smile had appeared on your lips.
“Y’know, Kento. You care just as much as I do,” you said softly. “You’re just much better at hiding it than I am.”
His eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth to reply, only to find himself speechless. But just as he knew every part of you, you knew him.
And you knew that you had struck something deep within him that left him feeling exposed. His instinctive reaction was to retreat and rebuild the walls that kept his heart protected and safe.
But he knew that there was nowhere his heart was safer than with you.
He moved his hand to interlace his fingers with yours and smiled down at them, savoring the warmth of your hand in his as a comfortable silence settled over the two of you. When the tiny, irrational part of him that he was usually disinclined to listen to found itself wanting to live inside of this moment forever, he couldn’t find it in himself to disagree.
The peace was interrupted as the waitress soon arrived with your appetizers and you slipped your hand from his to make room for her to set down the plates. There was a spark of joy in your eyes as you took in the food before you.
“Thank you,” you told the waitress. “It all looks delicious.”
However, while you were looking eagerly at your meal, his eyes were still glued to your expression. He never wanted to forget how, for even just this brief moment, you looked so unburdened by the past.
The sensation of being back in Nanami’s apartment was strange. It had been almost a year since you had last stepped foot in it. Yet despite how long it had been, as you stood in his kitchen, it still felt like you were home.
You looked away from the kettle sitting on the counter and your eyes were instinctively drawn to where Nanami was standing on the balcony. Suddenly, you felt the same sense of longing from earlier deep in your gut. In that moment, there was nothing you wanted more than to spend the rest of your days living in this apartment with Nanami.
But you quickly pushed aside the feeling, not wanting to dwell on your regrets and bitterness. You just wanted to enjoy the short amount of time that you were able to share with Nanami because it was never enough.
You glanced at the refrigerator, wanting to check and see if there was any wine, before dismissing the idea. There was no doubt in your mind that Nanami had already made sure there was no alcohol in the apartment before you arrived.
Instead, you let out a resigned sigh and pulled out two mugs, easily navigating the kitchen like it was your own. You then opened another cabinet and pulled out an opened box of chamomile tea, dropping a bag into each mug before returning the box to its rightful place. The kettle popped a few moments later and you poured water into the mugs.
As you waited for the tea to steep, you once again found yourself looking out through the sliding glass door to the balcony at Nanami. His back was to you and even from this distance, you could see how the rigid line of tension that was usually present in his shoulders was nowhere to be found.
You couldn’t help but softly smile at how relaxed he looked with his jacket and tie gone — both folded neatly over the back of the couch — and his sleeves rolled up to expose his forearms as his hands casually rested in his pockets.
This was how you liked to see him — completely at ease and at peace.
You curiously watched as he began to raise a hand from his pocket, reaching out to the wind chime hanging on the balcony to grasp the paper charm hanging from the bottom as it slightly swayed in the gentle evening breeze. As he held onto the piece of paper, you saw his thumb brush over the characters inked across it.
You wondered if seeing you give Itadori a wind chime had stirred up memories of how you had gifted one to him when you were students.
Unwilling to let yourself get caught in the tide of memories yourself, you gave a small shake of your head to clear it before returning your attention to the tea on the countertop in front of you. You discarded the tea bags before grabbing a mug in each hand and making your way to the balcony to join Nanami.
He had left the glass sliding door open just a crack and with your hands full, you used your foot to push it open enough for you to get through it. Hearing you behind him, he looked over his shoulder and gave you a soft, easy smile as you set down both mugs on the small, wooden table on the balcony.
Once your hands were free, you eagerly moved to wrap your arms around his middle from behind, closing your eyes as you pressed your cheek to his back. You squeezed him tightly and as you took a deep breath, savoring both the scent of his cologne and being able to hold him so close, you felt tears beginning to form underneath your closed eyelids.
But for once they weren’t tears of grief or anger or trauma. They were tears of happiness and relief.
When he dropped his hand to rest it on top of your arm, his thumb gently rubbing against your skin, you gave his waist another squeeze. You basked in the moment, wanting to etch everything about it into your memory, from how you could feel his chest rising and falling with each breath to the way he was leaning back into your embrace to the warm breeze that had the wind chime tinkling.
Eventually, you relaxed your hold on him and opened your eyes. You nuzzled your cheek against his back one last time before leaning up slightly to press a kiss to the back of his neck.
“C’mon,” you gently said into his ear, a faintly playful tone to your voice. “Take a seat. It’s your turn.”
He lifted one of your hands in his and brought it up to drop a kiss to the backs of your knuckles. He then turned around in your arms and cupped your face in his hands before pressing his lips to yours in a sweet kiss that lingered just long enough for you to savor it.
When he pulled back, you greedily drank in the loving smile that he was wearing. To the rest of the world, Nanami was a closed shell who hid his emotions and smiles behind a hardened exterior. And you considered yourself truly blessed that you were the one he chose to allow in.
He let his thumb gently sweep across your cheekbone one more time before he did as you requested and sat down on one of the chairs on the balcony. You were quick to follow, sitting down in his lap over one of his thighs and he instinctively wrapped his arm around your waist to pull you in closer.
With pure fondness in your eyes and a playful smile teasing at your lips, you ran your fingers through his hair, pushing it back from his forehead and leaving it properly disheveled — just the way you liked to see him. You relished the way that you could feel him leaning into your touch.
You then dropped your hand down to rest against his chest, where you could feel his heart beating steadily beneath your palm, serving as just another reminder that he was here with you and full of life. With a soft smile, you drew upon your cursed energy and let the shape of Nanami’s soul appear before your eyes.
A warmth settled over you, unfurling deep from within, as you took in his soul. It was so familiar to you that — apart from any new damage — you knew what it looked like even with your eyes closed. You knew his soul as well as you knew your own.
You let your eyes follow the many cracks that you saw, each and every one emblazoned with gold from where they had been repaired over the years. You could see so much of yourself — your cursed energy but also your own soul — in him because of how many times you had healed him. After all, you had been repairing his soul for over ten years now.
You were so focused on surveying the state of Nanami’s soul that you were oblivious to the way he was observing you, a nostalgic look on his face that he was usually so rare to wear. Despite your protests over the years, he had always considered you the far superior jujutsu sorcerer.
As students, Nanami had always needed to work hard to achieve what seemed to come naturally to you. It was something that would have irked him had it not been for your own constant efforts to improve your abilities rather than simply relying on your natural talent to get you by.
He usually wasn’t one to get lost in the past, but he couldn’t help but smile as one in particular memory seemed to surface.
Nanami didn’t know what to make of you. Even after a couple of months of knowing you, you were still an enigma. There were just so many contradictions about you that it made it hard for him to figure you out.
You were an open book, but managed to hide so much. You had a powerful cursed technique, but you never used it. You were strong enough to rival your Special Grade seniors, but were still choosing to train with him well past dinner.
This was all running through his mind as he laid on his back in the grass, trying to catch his breath as the two of you took a break from your training. He stared up at the evening sky, watching as the pinks and oranges slowly turned to purples and blues.
He tried to ignore your presence as you sat up next to him, your arms loosely wrapped around your knees but instead found himself begrudging how it seemed like you hadn’t even broken a sweat.
“Why are you helping me so much?” he finally asked, breaking the silence. You looked at him over your shoulder with a confused look.
“Hmm?” You tilted your head to the side curiously, unsure what he meant.
“You’re already a Grade 1 sorcerer,” he explained like it was something that you weren’t already aware of as he lifted himself to sit up beside you, resting his palms in the grass behind him and leaning back. “You don’t need to be training like this.”
Your face broke out into a grin like Nanami had told a funny joke. You then sat up straighter and cleared your throat before giving him a serious look.
“Hard work beats talent when talent doesn’t work hard,” you said, wagging a finger at him to emphasize your words.
You watched as his eyebrows rose slightly before a small smile appeared on his lips. For some reason, you felt like his respect for you had just grown.
“What?” you asked, confused about what your overly serious classmate had found so amusing.
“Nothing, that’s just very wise of you,” he mused with a slight shake of his head. “I wasn’t expecting it.”
Something mischievous began to twinkle in your eyes.
“It’s on the inspirational poster my little brother has hanging in his room,” you confessed with a soft laugh.
Despite himself, Nanami felt his smile grow just a little bit wider. But before he could give you some dry retort, you suddenly stood up and put your foot on his shoulder, startling him when you pushed him back onto the ground, an offended look on your face.
“And what do you mean, ‘Why am I helping you so much?’” you scoffed, seemingly genuinely outraged. “What a dumb question! You’re my friend! Am I just supposed to leave you to train out in the dark by yourself? I thought you were supposed to be the smart one of the three of us!”
Nanami looked stunned by your unexpected outburst, unable to do anything other than dumbly blink up at you. But his shock melted away when your eyes softened and you gave him a warm, kind smile.
“We’re in this together, Kento,” you said and you lifted your foot from his shoulder so that you could offer your hand out to help him from the ground.
He stared at it for a moment before lifting his own hand up to take yours, only letting his mind linger for a second on how nice your hand felt in his.
Unable to help himself and overcome with an unfamiliar longing for simpler days, Nanami lifted a hand and covered yours where it rested on his chest over his heart. You raised your eyes to look at him curiously. But when you saw the affection on his face, you only smiled before returning your attention to his soul.
You were relieved that it was largely in the same condition in which you had left it. There are a few small cracks, ones that only a skilled eye would even notice. But what you were truly focused on was the small, dark spot that you could see, almost like a bruise.
“I can see where that cursed spirit tried to touch your soul,” you breathed so softly that even with how close you were to him, your words were almost drowned out by the sounds from the street below.
The spot was so faint that it had already begun to heal, but you directed your cursed energy towards the spot anyway to finish the healing before then letting your cursed energy seep into the other few cracks that you could see. Your own soul began to ache just slightly as you repaired the damage, but you easily brushed it aside.
You would gladly bear all of Nanami’s pain if you could.
“Tell me, how bad was it really?” you asked quietly. There was a pause as he allowed himself another moment to indulge in the warm, soothing sensation of your soul blending with his as you repaired it.
“He trapped me in his domain,” he finally said, breaking the silence and he could feel you tensing against him as you froze. When you looked up at him, it was with wide, fearful eyes. He quickly tried to put you at ease with a reassuring smile. “But Itadori-kun broke in and forced him into touching Sukuna’s soul.”
There was a slight undertone of amusement in his voice as he reflected on the boy who willingly charged headfirst into someone else’s domain. But you were too focused on how close Nanami had been to death to think of anything else.
You released your cursed technique, the damage to his soul now fully repaired, but you kept your hand on his chest. Your fingers curled into his blue button-up as you clung desperately onto the fabric.
“You need to be more careful,” you pleaded, your voice soft, desperate, and vulnerable. “I can’t lose you.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he assured you gently, like was trying to calm a scared and wounded animal. He lifted a hand and caressed your cheek, his thumb tenderly stroking your skin. You eagerly leaned into his touch and closed your eyes.
“You’re the only thing holding my soul together,” you admitted, your voice cracking and he let his forehead drop to yours as he held you close. “You’re the only person I have left in this world. Without you, I’ll shatter into a million pieces.”
“I’ll always be here,” he assured you and when you opened your eyes to meet his gaze, you could see the determination in them. But it wasn’t enough. You needed more.
A single tear rolled down your cheek before it was caringly brushed away by his thumb.
“Promise me you won’t die,” you whispered, already knowing that it was unreasonable, knowing that it was impossible, knowing that it was selfish, knowing that it was too much to ask. But as your vision began to blur with more tears, you didn’t care.
You had already lost so much, you couldn’t lose Nanami.
He let out a weary sigh that made him seem so much older than he really was. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and rested his cheek against the top of your head. You buried your face in his neck, missing the pained look that crossed his features as you quietly cried into his skin.
“I’m sorry,” he finally breathed, and even though the two words came out as barely more than a whisper, you could hear the shame in them nonetheless. “I’m sorry I’ve been so selfish with you. It would save you so much pain if I just pushed you away.”
His hold around you grew tighter, pulling you closer as if to contradict himself.
“My life would be so much worse without you in it,” you murmured, trying to assure him that he was a soothing balm for all of your pain, not the cause of it.
“I’ve always thought jujutsu sorcerers were worse than trash,” he continued, sounding slightly distant, as if he hadn’t heard you. “But what does that make me if I’m willing to hurt you just for my own selfish needs?”
The question was probably meant to be rhetorical. It seemed like something that he had spent countless nights turning over and over again in his mind. With a soft sniffle, you pulled back slightly so that you could meet his gaze.
You could see his own pain etched across his handsome face and it only seemed to grow worse when he saw your tear-stained cheeks. It was your turn to cup his jaw with your hands.
“Then let’s be selfish with each other,” you told him, your voice thick with the tears that continued to fall, one right after the other. His brow wrinkled together in confusion. “You be selfish with me and I’ll be selfish with you.”
As your words sank in, his eyes grew wider and you could read the full spectrum of his emotions in them, from guilt all the way to relief.
“We’ve spent so much of our lives being selfless, sacrificing ourselves and the people we love all because that’s what was expected of us.” You were unable to fully keep the derision from your tone but you pushed past it by gently stroking your thumbs across his elegant cheekbones.
Your expression softened, something desperate replacing the bitterness.
“So, let’s be selfish with each other,” you repeated, your gaze never wavering from his despite the tears that were still brimming your eyes. “Promise me that you won’t die. Promise me that you won’t leave me alone.”
Seeing that he was about to protest out of fear of giving you false hope and wanting to spare you any future pain, you quickly continued.
“Even if you know you can’t keep it. Even if it hurts you to say it. Even if you’ll regret it the moment you do.” Your voice was firm, but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was Nanami’s promise. “I don’t care how selfish I’m being. I don’t care that I’m cursing you. Just promise me.”
He looked back at you silently, his expression unreadable. Your harsh words were softened by the soothing touch of your thumbs brushing along his skin as well as the pure desperation in your eyes.
And Nanami knew that for as much as he didn’t want to have yet another regret when it came to you, he also couldn’t deny you this.
For everything you had done for him, for all the times that you had been there for him, for all the times he had wished that he was the one who could take on your suffering rather than the other way around, for how you had never held his decision to leave everything behind and abandon you against him, you deserved to be selfish.
He would willingly bear this curse for you.
“I promise,” he finally murmured, his voice low, rough, and filled with remorse.
You let out a shaky exhale as your eyes closed, causing another tear to escape and roll down your cheek. When you opened your eyes again, he could see the relief in them and he knew that even if he one day broke that promise, he had done the right thing in making it.
“Okay,” you nodded with a soft sniffle before giving him a watery smile that managed to be more affectionate than he felt that he deserved. “And in return, I promise to give you all the love I have, every last bit. It’s all for you, Kento. Take all my love and I’ll take whatever pain is waiting for me in the future because of it.”
There was a sheen to his eyes that hadn’t been there a moment ago but he quickly blinked and it was gone. You could tell how tempted he was to simply accept what you were offering. But there was a part of him that was still reluctant to be so openly selfish that he would allow his happiness to come at the expense of your own.
“I’m already cursed with loving you forever whether you want me to or not. So, you might as well just accept it,” you said, your small smile turning slightly playful. But there was a sadness in your eyes that assured him you knew exactly what loving him entailed — the potential for unimaginable heartbreak.
You gently rested your forehead against his and let your eyelids flutter shut once more, savoring the intimacy as your noses bumped up against one another.
“You carry my curse and I’ll carry yours,” you breathed, a wistful smile now playing on your lips. After all, you already had so many curses weighing on your soul. What was one more? Especially if it was for Nanami.
A long silence stretched on between you until finally, he seemed to give in to temptation.
“Okay,” he rasped before his lips lightly brushed yours in a kiss that tasted of your tears.
And suddenly it wasn’t enough. You needed him — all of him.
You slid your hands up from where they were still caressing his cheeks into his hair, using your grip on his sandy strands to guide his lips back to yours. He seemed to be as eager as you were, your need for one another something shared between you.
All of the tension and heartache and fear drained from your body as you melted into him, replaced by a burning desire deep within your belly. His grip around your waist grew tight as he held you close.
But as much as you enjoyed the feel of Nanami’s lips on yours, it still wasn’t enough to sate your hunger for him. Despite the fact that he had only visited you a little over a month ago, it felt like it had been years since you had last felt his touch, and now that you finally had the opportunity to rectify that, you wouldn’t waste a single moment.
Without breaking the kiss, you slowly began to stand from his lap, gently pulling him along with you until he was the one leaning down to keep his lips on yours. He trailed the hand on your waist around until his palm was firmly placed on the small of your back so that he could pull you close, the front of your body intimately pressed up against his.
A soft moan escaped you when you felt that he was already growing hard. The fire inside of you grew with every move of his lips and every taste of his tongue, urging you to get off this balcony and into his bedroom.
Unwilling to let your lips part from his, you slowly started to walk backwards through the sliding glass door that you had left open, making your task easier as you slowly led him into the living room. You were so familiar with the layout of his apartment — of what had once been your apartment together — that navigating it backward with your eyes closed was an easy feat.
However, the glacial pace that doing so required seemed to be too slow for Nanami’s rapidly thinning patience because he abruptly stopped and dropped his hands to the backs of your thighs, demonstrating his true strength as he easily picked you up.
You broke the kiss to let out a startled cry that was followed by a breathless laugh as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders and your legs around his waist, only to let your head fall back with a sharp inhale when his lips skirted along your jaw to latch into your neck.
Consumed by the sensation of his teeth scraping along your skin, you only realized that you had been carried into the bedroom when you felt Nanami set you down on the edge of the mattress. Your eyelids fluttered open to watch as he knelt on the floor before you, your legs still wrapped around his middle to keep him close.
You found yourself frozen when you saw how reverently he was looking at you. On his knees before you, his hands holding you so carefully, and his eyes filled with a mixture of lust and awe, it felt like you were being worshipped.
Suddenly, you didn’t feel like a husk of a person, like someone whose sanity and soul were being held together with glue and duct tape.
You felt like someone worthy of being cherished, someone worthy of Nanami’s love.
The feeling left you so dumbstruck that you didn’t realize he was tugging off your shirt until your arms were being lifted as he pulled it over your head before discarding it off to the side. Your bra followed soon after and your nipples immediately pebbled from both the cool temperature of the room and the heat of his gaze.
He dipped his head down to lavish your neck with attention, your eyes closing as his lips traced the path between the stinging bites that he had just left behind. A soft cry left you when he filled his hands with your breasts, rolling your nipples between his fingers. You arched into his touch as your head dropped back, wordlessly begging for more.
He slid one of his hands down your torso and around your back to rest between your shoulder blades, his strong hold supporting you as he lowered you down until you were laid flat on the bed. You opened your eyes to look up at the ceiling, only to close them a moment later as you sharply inhaled when his tongue circled your nipple before his lips closed around the hardened bud.
You whimpered as he gently sucked before pulling off with a soft pop so that he could lavish your other breast with the same attention. Your hips began to buck up from the edge of the mattress, desperate for any sort of stimulation to ease the ache between your legs.
Your need for him combined with how expertly he was toying with your nipples had you growing so wet that it was almost uncomfortable. From the way you could feel the material of your underwear clinging to your folds, you were positive that you had already soaked through them.
Nanami’s hands left behind a scorching trail on your bare skin as they slid down to the waistband of your jeans, his fingers nimbly undoing the button and zipper. Without needing to be told, you lifted yourself up to make room for him as he tugged both your jeans and your underwear from your hips so that they could join your shirt and bra on the floor.
He quickly settled back between your legs, his lips leaving a trail of wet kisses from your breasts in a straight line down your torso. The lower he got — pausing as he reached your navel to dip his tongue in your belly button and smiling against your skin at the soft giggle he received in response to the ticklish sensation — the tighter your legs squeezed his middle.
As you felt the fabric of his shirt rubbing against the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, it suddenly hit you that you were completely naked for him before he had even untucked his shirt. In the back of your mind, you couldn’t help but wonder if there was a wet patch on the material from where he was pressed so intimately against your dewy center.
The thought was quickly forgotten when his lips left your skin just before your legs were tossed over his shoulders. You looked down your body and your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight that met you — Nanami’s head dipping down between your thighs, his large hands holding onto your hips, and his hungry eyes looking back up at you.
The deep breath you took in anticipation was useless as it escaped you the instant you felt his tongue lick a stripe up your folds from the very bottom to the top.
You softly cried out as your head dropped back to the bed, your eyelids falling shut as you savored having his talented mouth on your cunt for the first time in over a month. Your own fingers were a poor substitute on all of those nights spent alone, separated from Nanami by hundreds of miles.
He pressed a kiss to your clit before he wrapped his plush lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves. Your hands found their way into his hair, leaving it fully disheveled and sticking up at odd angles as your fingers tightly tugged on his strands with every gentle suck he gave.
His hand slid up from where it was cradling your hip and along your sweat-slicked skin until he was covering your breasts. One of your own hands released its hold on his hair to cover it, interlacing your fingers with his as you encouraged him to squeeze.
The rhythm of your undulating hips was guided by the large hand he had moved to your lower back, timing each smooth roll to meet his lips with every suck. Your thighs tightened around his head as you felt the pleasure growing, pulling you closer and closer to the edge with every soft moan and gasp that you let out.
But it was growing to be too much. You were approaching the point of no return and if he continued then you wouldn’t be able to hold back your orgasm. You desperately began to squirm in his hold, tugging on his hair to stop him rather than spur him on.
“K-Kento, wait,” you panted, sounding like you wanted anything but for him to wait. “Gonna, ah! Gonna come, oh fuck.”
Your protests only seemed to encourage him, his sucks and the flicks of his tongue growing more purposeful. The wet sounds of his lips and tongue and mouth on your cunt only turned you on more as they filled your ears.
“Wait, wanna…wanna…” you tried to get out but the haze of pleasure was becoming too thick for you to see through. “Wanna come on your cock.”
You could feel his smirk against you and his lips finally released your clit, but not before giving it a slow lick with the flat of his tongue. Your pussy immediately protested at the loss of his mouth, your walls clenching in need.
“Don’t worry. You will,” he assured you, his voice deep and full of sin. His breath was hot against your folds, which were soaked from both your arousal and his saliva. “But first, you’re going to come on my tongue.”
He didn’t give his words a moment to linger before he dove back in, using his hand on your lower back to hold you close as his mouth picked up speed. Your legs began to shake over his shoulders and your toes tightly curled.
As you desperately looked for something to keep you grounded, your grip on his hair grew so tight that you were almost positive you were going to yank some of the sand-colored strands right from his head. Your hold on his hand that was covering your breast had turned into a death grip.
All it took was one more suck of his talented lips for you to cry out his name as the tension in your body snapped. Your hips jerked against his mouth and your walls spasmed, a white-hot pleasure rushing through you to the tips of your nerve endings.
He continued to lap at your cunt with long, slow licks — making sure to avoid your sensitive clit — as you slowly came down from your orgasm until he had fully cleaned the mess between your legs. When your shaky fingers finally let go of his hair, he turned his head and pressed a gentle kiss to your inner thigh before sitting up.
He carefully slid your legs from his shoulders and they fell limply off the edge of the bed. When he lifted his hand from your breast, he placed a kiss on your knuckles before letting your hand drop onto your stomach.
Your chest was heaving as you panted for air, the aftershocks of your orgasm still running through your body. You were in such a daze that you could do nothing but watch through half-lidded eyes as he stood up and began to unbutton his shirt.
As each undone button revealed more and more skin, you felt your hunger beginning to build all over again. Despite your recent orgasm, you weren’t nearly sated enough. You wouldn’t be until he fucked you properly. When the fabric finally fell from his broad shoulders down to the floor, your gaze greedily traced every line of his muscled torso.
His pants were next, his boxer briefs following soon after, and your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him standing before you completely nude, his cock hard between his legs and curving upwards toward his toned abs. You could feel your mouth salivating, eager to wrap your lips around him and sink down his shaft until your nose was pressed against his skin and the head was touching the back of your throat.
But Nanami had something different in mind because he dropped a knee on the bed beside you before leaning down and wrapping his arm around your middle. Effortlessly, he moved you further up the bed as he climbed into it until you were laid out right in the center of the mattress.
His form hovered over you and he leaned in to kiss you. His tongue slowly slid against yours and you savored the taste of yourself on his lips. You brought up a hand to push his mussed hair back from his forehead, only for the strands to fall back into his face the moment your fingers moved down to caress his cheek.
His lips were pulling away from yours all too soon for your liking and you pouted up at him when he moved off of you. The easy smile that appeared on his face at your reaction soothed your irritation, a playful smile of your own tugging at the corners of your lips.
And suddenly, for the first time in years, you felt your age. All of the weariness and pain faded away. You didn’t feel like you were so brittle that your soul was chipping away bit by bit until soon there would be nothing left.
No, you felt like someone in their mid-twenties who was spending an intimate night with the person they loved. Your heart felt light.
Eager to take advantage of this newfound clarity, you rolled over and crawled onto your knees as Nanami sat down next to you. His arm wound its way back around your waist to tug you into his lap, one knee on either side of him as your hands found purchase on his shoulders.
You leaned in to teasingly nip at his bottom lip and when a soft rumble of laughter left him, you could tell that he was feeling the exact same way. Unable to help yourself and full of so much love for him, you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close, your face buried in his hair and his in the crook of your neck.
His own arms returned your embrace, hugging you tightly. Your breathing soon matched his, your chests rising and falling in time together. You could feel his hard cock underneath you where you sat in his lap. But despite how much you wanted to slowly sink yourself down on him, you wanted to savor this moment for just a little bit longer.
His nose skimmed along the column of your throat as he lifted his head to plant a soft kiss under your jaw. He took a deep breath before he released it with a contented sigh, giving your waist another squeeze.
“I know how much you need me,” he murmured, his lips moving against your skin with each word he spoke. “But, I just hope you know how much I need you, too.”
You leaned back slightly in his hold so that you could look down at him, your eyes filled with pure adoration as your hands moved to cradle his face.
“You have me, Kento. All of me,” you assured him with a soft shake of your head, as if thinking otherwise was absurd. You then pressed your smiling lips to his and gave a purposeful roll of your hips, the glide of your wet cunt along his shaft emphasizing your words.
His hands quickly fell to your hips so that he could take control of the rhythm, his strong hold on you moving you back and forth on his length in a steady motion. Your soft and loving smile began to fade as your lips parted and something hungrier took its place.
White-hot, burning sparks of arousal shot through you each time your slippery, puffy clit rubbed against the veins and ridges of his shaft. It didn’t take long to have you panting against him, your fingernails digging desperately into his broad shoulders. Your eyes never left his and you could see how dark they were growing with every wet, lewd sound of his thick cock sliding through your drenched folds.
“Please, Kento,” you shakily breathed when you couldn’t take it any longer, your walls aching in need to clench down on something, on anything.
Relief flooded through you when he brought you to a stop. Finally, you were going to get what you had been craving all evening.
Except, instead of reaching between you so that he could guide himself to your entrance, he raised you up so that you were sitting on your knees. You couldn’t hold back the noise of disappointment that escaped you, making Nanami chuckle in response.
“Soon, I promise,” he said, cutting off the protest before it could leave your tongue. “I need to get you ready first.”
“I am ready,” you pouted, leaning in to give him a hungry kiss only to pull away with a sharp gasp when he suddenly buried two of his fingers inside of you.
“You’re not,” he argued before he pressed a wet kiss to your throat and you could feel him smiling with amusement against your skin. “You feel that?”
He dragged his fingers out of you before slowly pushing them back in, meeting resistance as your walls instinctively clamped down on them with a whimper.
“You’re tight,” he continued, the last word coming out as barely more than a growl as he scissored his fingers inside of you.
“Please,” you repeated, the unattractive whine in your tone causing him to softly snort in amusement, his released puff of air hot on your skin. He sped up the pace, moving his fingers in and out of you more quickly with each thrust before adding a third.
You moved your hands from his shoulders to his face, guiding his lips back to yours and moaning softly against them every time his fingers sank inside of you down to the knuckles.
“I’m ready,” you murmured between messy kisses. “O-oh, I promise I’m ready, Kento.”
He seemed to finally agree because the next time he pulled his fingers back, he removed them from you entirely. Your pussy was immediately aching from the loss, but you knew something better was coming and it only had you leaking more onto his slick cock underneath you.
He brought the three shining fingers that had just been knuckle-deep inside of your cunt up to his lips so that he could suck them clean of your arousal. His eyes remained fixed on yours, his gaze unwavering and filled with promise. You found yourself beginning to pant all over again and your tongue unconsciously darted out to sweep along your bottom lip.
His eyes dropped down slightly to follow the pink muscle and when it disappeared back into your mouth, he brought his thumb up to your bottom lip so that he could drag it down slightly. Your tongue peeked back out to lick at the pad of his thumb where it was resting on your lip.
You then tilted your head down so that you could wrap your lips around his finger, swirling your tongue around it before sucking softly. You looked back at him through your lashes and you could feel his cock twitch underneath you.
Keeping your gaze on his, you reached one hand down and wrapped it around his hard cock, making his breath hitch at the sensation. You guided him right where you wanted him, where you needed him.
You let his thumb fall from your mouth and rested your forehead against his before you slowly sank yourself down onto him, pausing once his fat head was just past your entrance. His eyes closed and the deep groan that left him combined with how full you felt had you quietly keening as you laced your arms around his neck to hold him close.
He slid his hand between your bodies so that he could slowly circle your clit with his thumb that was still slick with your saliva. The smooth, light strokes around your swollen bud were only aided by your own arousal that continued to leak out around his cock as you slid down another few inches before pausing again.
“How’s it feel?” he asked as he ran his free hand in a soothing line up and down your spine.
“S-So good,” you mumbled before giving him another needy kiss, savoring the burning stretch as he slowly speared your walls apart.
You opened your eyes just as you took the remaining inches of his hard, heavy length to see that he was already looking at you. His gaze was so heated that it almost rivaled the feeling of your hips flush with his, his cock fully seated deep inside of your pussy.
As you sat there in his lap, your forehead against his, your gazes locked, him buried so intimately in you that you almost felt too full, his thumb still slowly rubbing your clit, your chest rising and falling perfectly in time with his as you both panted for air, you felt completely whole.
All of your decisions and choices, everything that had happened in life whether good or bad, it felt like every single one of them had brought you here — to him.
The thought had you softly smiling.
But you didn’t have long to dwell on the sentiment because Nanami slid his hands down to your legs where they were straddling him. He grabbed them and readjusted your position, spreading them before curling them to wrap around his hips.
You gasped sharply and your walls instinctively clamped down around him, pulling another low groan from him. He crossed his ankles just behind your ass and once he had you seated exactly how he wanted you, he let his hips slowly grind against yours.
The light stimulation to your clit as his cock moved inside of you had you immediately craving more. But when you tried to roll your hips, his hands gripped tightly onto your hips to keep you in place.
“Just stay,” he quietly told you and you let out an impatient whine as you tried in vain to shake off his strong, unrelenting hold. “Just feel it.”
“Kento,” you pleaded, his name nothing more than a whine as it left your lips. You squirmed in his lap and your walls clenched down when it caused his cock to nudge against your g-spot.
“Just feel it,” he repeated through a grunt, continuing to run his hand up and down your spine. “I want you to feel that it’s me inside of you, that it’s my cock that you’re sitting on. I want you to always remember what this feels like.”
His words had your walls fluttering around him once more, making him tense beneath you briefly.
“How could I ever forget?” you asked with a soft smile before leaning in to kiss him.
When you pulled back and saw how hungry he looked, you relented and did just as he asked. Slowly, you let your body relax, letting yourself just feel how intimate this position was and how perfectly he fit inside of you.
Suddenly, you let out a breathless laugh.
“What?” he asked as he pressed a lingering kiss to your smiling lips and you shook your head.
“It’s nothing.”
He raised an eyebrow and you could see a hint of amusement underneath the raw lust in his eyes.
“If you’re laughing then clearly I’m not doing something right,” he teased, nipping at your bottom lip again. You couldn’t contain another quiet giggle, which turned into a soft moan when his thumb lightly dragged the hood of your clit up and down.
“It’s nothing,” you repeated. “It’s just, I always get nostalgia from this position.”
The faint humor seemed to disappear from his expression as something more meaningful took its place.
“This is how it was our first time together,” you breathed, affectionately nudging his nose with yours.
Instinctively, you lifted your hand and rested your palm on his firm chest, right over his heart, before activating your cursed technique. You reached out with your cursed energy to embrace him completely only to be swept away as his warmth and his love washed over you.
This moment felt sacred — the two of you connected as intimately as two people could ever be with him buried inside of you while your souls were intertwined.
Looking up from his soul, you met his gaze once more with eyes that were wet and shining in the golden light of your cursed energy. With your free hand, you gently smoothed his hair behind his ear as an adoring smile played on your lips.
You couldn’t help but reflect back on the past, memories beginning to surface as you navigated your own soul and focused in on the large, jagged crack running through its center — the crack that had been repaired using pieces of Nanami’s soul.
At the time, the crack had been so deep that it threatened to shatter the rest of your soul and your sanity along with it. And as a drunk, broken mess with nowhere else left to turn, you had ended up in Nanami’s care.
You had been drowning in an ocean of grief and Nanami had rescued you. Despite not having seen each other in the years since he had left the jujutsu world behind, he watched over you, took care of you, and nursed you back to health without question.
And when you had finally told him through your tears what had happened, how you hadn’t been able to protect your younger brother, how you had failed him, how you now were the last of your clan, how you were alone, he had sat there with you in the dark, holding you close and assuring you that so long as he was around, you would never be alone.
He had given you everything — a place in his home and his life, his time and his love, and even pieces of his soul when you had admitted that your own was too damaged and tainted to properly repair the cracks that were spreading.
“You’re part of my soul, Kento,” you murmured, shaking off your memories and focusing on the here and now, aching for him in every way.
There was a wet sheen to Nanami’s eyes and once again you felt like you were being worshipped, like he was giving his thanks to the gods for allowing him to be blessed with your love.
“You’re part of me,” you breathed as you leaned in to gently brush your lips against his. But he was quick to lift his hand and cup your jaw, turning the kiss into something hungrier and your cursed technique deactivated, plunging the bedroom back into darkness as his need for you consumed you.
And then finally he rolled his hips into yours, stoking the fire burning deep inside of you and causing it to spread throughout your body all the way to the tips of your fingers and toes. You broke away from his lips to cry out in pleasure, your head falling back at just how good the grind of his cock felt as he rocked his hips against yours.
Your hands dropped down to the bed behind you and you rested back on them, letting the strong arm that he still had wrapped around your waist help support you. He brought his free hand to your ass, guiding you forward and encouraging you to move your hips with his.
“Fuck, how are you still so tight?” he asked through clenched teeth before nipping at the exposed column of your throat and you let out a breathless laugh.
“It’s because I don’t get your cock enough when I’m at home,” you teased, only to be cut off by a sharp gasp as he leaned in and took one of your nipples in his mouth, his smirking lips wrapping tight around the pebbled bud. Without thinking, you lifted one hand up from the bed to bury it in his messy hair, pressing his face further into your breast.
With your eyes closed and your head tossed back, you missed the smoldering look in his eyes as he took in your every reaction, refusing to let a single one slip his notice. He wanted this moment burned into his memory so that he could revisit it whenever he wanted during the long stretches of time that he was forced to spend apart from you.
It didn’t take long for him to hit a mind-numbing rhythm, his hips moving perfectly in time with yours. His cock dragged right over your g-spot with each thrust and it wasn’t long before you were left a panting, sweaty mess in his arms. Your ears were filled with the low grunts he was making, which were only interrupted by the praise he was groaning into your skin where his face was buried between your tits.
“You’re taking me so well. Shit. You always take me so well.” He punctuated his words by licking a stripe between your tits and the feeling of his hot, wet tongue on your skin had you keening in his lap.
“Kento, y-you’re so big,” you mewled, using every ounce of strength you had to sit up so that you could drape your arms over his shoulders. Your fingers tugged desperately at his hair as you pulled his face to yours, your forehead resting against his as you whimpered and moaned against his lips. “O-oh, feels so good.”
He moved his hand from your ass and slipped it between your bodies, taking a brief detour to grab one of your breasts and give it a firm squeeze before dipping down and finding your wet, swollen clit. The rhythm of his hips never faltered, fucking deeply into you as his thumb stroked the slippery bundle of nerves.
“You don’t know how much I think about this when you’re gone. Fuck,” he panted as he eagerly drank in every cry that left you, only to find himself greedy for more. “How much I think about your tits. How much I think about, ah, your tight fucking pussy.”
Each sinful word and each grind of his cock on your g-spot and every circle traced around your clit pushed you closer and closer to the edge, the roll of your hips growing frantic.
“Kento,” you repeated, his name both a prayer and a plea on your lips. “I-I’m close. I’m s-so close.”
“You’re gonna come for me?” he asked through the needy kisses you were pressing to his lips and you could only nod as you clutched onto him like he was a lifeline. “Y-yeah? Fuck. Fuck. You gonna come for me?”
“Mmhmm, o-oh,” you answered, so wrapped up in every sensation and the climax you could feel just within reach that you were unable to string two coherent words together.
“I promised, didn’t I?” Through the haze of desire, you opened your eyes to look at him with confusion, unsure what he was talking about. He licked at your lips and you immediately reciprocated, your own tongue darting out to meet his. “I said— I said you’d come on my cock, didn’t I? Shit.”
All you could do was let out a tiny noise of affirmation between your moans, but it seemed to be enough for him as your eyelids fell shut once again.
“Well?” he grunted, fucking into you hard and managing to somehow hit even deeper inside of you. “Come. C’mon. Come on my cock, fuck, just like I told you you would.”
The command alone was enough to make your orgasm rip through you, your hips jerking and your body seizing up as your vision whited out. You could do nothing but claw at his shoulders, the pleasure so overwhelming that it had tears escaping your closed eyes.
In the dark and with how tightly you were wrapped around him, he was unable to see you gushing around him as you came, but he could feel it. He felt the wetness leaking out of your cunt, coating the base of his cock as he continued to thrust in and out of your spasming walls before your cum began to drip down his balls.
It took a superhuman level of self-control to keep him from coming with you. He wanted it to last longer. He wanted to savor it. He didn’t want this moment to end.
His fingers abandoned your overstimulated clit and he wrapped his own arms around you, holding you close and relishing the feeling of your bare tits pressed up against his sweaty chest. He buried his face in your neck, muffling the moans that escaped him as your pussy kept fluttering around him.
“Kento,” you murmured, your voice breathless and light in his ears as you slowly came back to yourself. Your fingers began to gently play with the hair at the nape of his neck and a shiver ran down his spine. “Please, Kento. I want you. I need to feel you. Please, come in me.”
How could he ignore such a beautiful plea? It was his undoing as he buried his cock as deep as he could before he came hard with a low, wrecked moan of your name into your neck. You sharply inhaled at the sensation of him spilling himself inside of you, flooding your cunt with hot spurts of his cum and making you wiggle in his lap.
His breath was hot on your neck as he gasped for air, his shoulders heaving with each pant. It was your turn to run your hand up and down his spine in a soothing motion as you whispered quietly into his ear, repeating over and over how much you loved him.
When he seemed to have recovered, he lifted his head up and sat a little straighter in your hold. He gently took your face in his hands and leaned in to press a kiss to your lips that was so tender and loving, you thought your heart might float away from how light it felt.
You were in a lovestruck daze as he carefully unwound your legs from around his hips before moving you from his lap onto the bed beside him, helping you lay down with a strong arm slung back around your middle. Once he had you comfortably situated, he lowered himself beside you onto his side, propping up his head on one hand as he absently traced shapes on your stomach with the other.
With the way he was looking at you so adoringly, you suddenly found the words that had been lodged in your throat earlier that evening on the tip of your tongue.
“I-I know I said I was only going to stay a few days…” you began, breaking the stillness of the moment and Nanami’s fingers paused in their movements. “But what if I stay for another week or so?”
Your question was rewarded with a smile that slowly stretched across his lips as he looked down at you with soft eyes.
“I would love that,” he quietly replied and you could feel the pure elation rolling off of him in waves, an emotion that he was always so rare to exhibit. His smile then turned slightly playful as he reached for your hand and brought your fingers up to his lips to affectionately kiss the backs of them. “You sure you’re not just cock drunk?”
The bubble of laughter that burst free from you in response warmed his heart. This was how he always wanted to remember you — smiling and satiated and so utterly happy.
When you shook your head, he merely raised an amused eyebrow at you.
“Well, maybe just a little,” you conceded as you began to sit up, pressing a kiss to his smiling lips and enjoying his own huff of laughter.
You then scooted off the bed, purposely ignoring the smears of his cum that you were leaving behind in your wake. On your way to the bathroom, you grabbed his button-up from the floor and slid it on, comforted by the lingering scent of his cologne that clung to the fabric.
You quickly glanced over your shoulder and when you saw the way Nanami was watching you like he was almost in some sort of trance, you gave him a quick wink. His low chuckle rang in your ears as you turned on the bathroom light and shut the door behind you.
You made quick work of cleaning up the mess between your legs, eager to rejoin Nanami in bed. However, as you finished washing your hands and turned off the faucet, you found yourself distracted as you took a moment to look at the countertop.
Lined up in a neat array were all of the skincare products that you regularly used — a tube of the facewash you used in the morning as well another one that you used at night, a bottle of face toner next to the two jars of moisturizer that you used, even your same brand of vitamin C serum and facial sunscreen.
You quickly dried your hands on a hand towel before picking up one of the moisturizers. You ran your thumb over the label and took note of the tamper-proof seal that was still wrapped around the lid. You glanced at the rest of the products and saw that they hadn’t been opened either.
These were all brand new.
Your eyes began to sting and you quickly blinked, trying to fight off any tears before they could form. You bit down on your bottom lip as you looked over the jar in your hand, smiling softly as you did so.
Nanami had taken the time to go out and buy all of these so that they would be waiting for you when you arrived. He hadn’t even needed to ask about any of them. It was just another reminder that he knew you in every single way.
You sniffled quietly as you set the jar perfectly back in its place and your smile grew as you took in the sight of all of your toiletries sitting so neatly next to his. There was even an opened toothbrush set off to the side for you.
The entire display implied routine and intimacy. This was the countertop of two people who shared their lives. And it was a physical reminder that even though you were living apart — Nanami here in Tokyo and you in Ishikawa — there would always be space for you in his home and his life.
With one last fond look at the bottles and jars, you hit the light switch and made your way back to Nanami. In your absence, he had tossed the duvet with its new wet spot carelessly onto the floor. He was sitting with his back against the headboard, a pair of navy sweatpants slung low across his hips and his hands patiently folded in his lap as he waited for you.
Once you were seated beside him, he moved to lay down, curling on his side and resting his head in your lap. Instinctively, you began to card your fingers through his hair, smoothing back his messy strands as he leaned into your touch with closed eyes.
“We left the mugs outside,” you suddenly pointed out and the corner of his lip quirked upward.
“I’ll get them tomorrow.”
You playfully flicked his ear and he peeked open an eye to look at you.
“You didn’t even touch the tea that I worked so hard to make you,” you whined with an exaggerated pout that had him chuckling into your lap. He then turned his head so that he could press a wet, lingering kiss to the top of your bare thigh.
“I think I can make it up to you,” he said, his tone dry but still laced with amusement.
Another comfortable silence settled over the two of you. You continued to run your fingers through his hair, your nails gently scratching his scalp as they went, and eventually his breathing began to slow.
You thought he was on the verge of falling asleep when he turned onto his back so that he could look directly up at you. You lifted your hand up but he simply took it in his and held it to his chest, right over his heart.
“I had an appointment with a real estate agent,” he said. You were caught off guard by the sudden statement as well as the imploring look he was giving you. “I asked him to show me some spaces that could be used for a studio.”
Your eyes went wide and you could only blink at him dumbly. There was only one reason why Nanami would ever need studio space — for you.
“Remember when I came to visit you in April?” he continued and the shift in topic only left you feeling confused once again. It was unusual for Nanami to be so indirect about something. “Remember what we talked about?”
Your expression softened as you finally began to understand where all of this was going and why he was being so cautious in addressing it.
Of course you remembered his visit.
You could clearly remember how the two of you had sat together beneath the sakura tree in the garden. The cherry blossoms had been in bloom, providing a beautiful setting for the long conversation the two of you had.
It had been one of the rare times that you had allowed yourself to lay everything bare — all of your fears and vulnerabilities and wants and dreams. You had talked about your future, your future together.
And you had confided in him about how conflicted you were over giving up your surname, your clan’s name. There was something so tempting about taking someone else’s name, Nanami’s name, and letting your clan die with a simple marriage certificate, knowing how furious it would make the higher-ups who had always felt the need to involve themselves in your clan’s survival.
Only, you also knew that you would be letting down every member of your clan who had come before you if you did so.
Through tears, you had confessed to him that the burden of being the last of your clan was so heavy that you felt like you were constantly on the verge of being crushed underneath it.
But somehow, Nanami always knew what to say to alleviate your pain. Because he had lifted up a hand to cup your cheek and pressed his forehead to yours before simply telling you, “I’ll take your name.”
Those four words had felt like an extended hand, offering you safety and shelter from the trauma that was always on the verge of consuming you.
“Then you won’t be the last. There will be two of us,” he had promised. “I’ll carry the burden with you.”
You swallowed the lump in your throat as you looked down at him in your lap, resituating yourself back in the present.
“Y-yeah, I remember,” you finally rasped.
You could see something slightly desperate beginning to appear in his eyes and you realized that he was growing worried that he was going to scare you off by broaching the topic. The thought made you briefly frown. You wanted him to be happy, just like had been only a few minutes earlier.
Trying to comfort him, you leaned down and pressed your lips to his forehead. You hoped that the soothing kiss conveyed everything that you were feeling as you lovingly squeezed his fingers that were intertwined with yours on his chest.
“Yeah, I remember,” you repeated when you sat back up, sounding much more assured this time around. Relief washed through you when you saw his own trepidation beginning to recede.
“I’m tired of watching you suffer,” he murmured, his eyes kind and patient as he looked up at you. “I think it’s time to stop punishing yourself for being the one who survived. You don’t need to keep all of that pain and anger tied around your neck. You can start letting some of it go.”
Your vision began to blur and you quickly closed your eyes, knowing that you would be unable to blink away the tears that were rapidly forming. You dropped your forehead down to press against his and he released your hand so that he could bring it up and rest it on the back of your head, its weight a comfort.
“...I-I don’t know how,” you finally managed to fearfully confess.
“I’ll help you.”
The words left his lips without hesitation and it was just so like him that you couldn’t help but let out a soft, wet laugh.
“You’ll help me?” you asked, your voice cracking slightly even as a smile pulled at your lips against your will.
“Always,” he replied simply, leaving no room for argument.
You lifted your head with a small sniffle and his hand dropped down, gently brushing away the tears brimming your eyes before he let it fall away completely. You began to once again lovingly smooth his messy hair away from his forehead as you reflected on what he had said.
“Why don’t you take a couple of weeks off over the holidays when you come to visit me?” you eventually asked, a hint of nervousness in your tone about the big step you were about to take. “This way we can spend a little bit longer together.”
He nodded easily and you bit your bottom lip anxiously.
“A-and then, in the new year, maybe I can come back to Tokyo with you?” you continued quietly. “Maybe we can go look at some of those studios together. No promises or anything, but just to get an idea…”
It was a scary offer to make. The idea of spending more time in Tokyo — even if you were far from ready to make the move permanent — was like a needle of fear straight through your heart. But Nanami was looking up at you with so much love and relief and happiness that it dulled the panic. As long as he was beside you, helping you shoulder the burden just as he had promised, maybe you could do it.
Maybe you could finally begin to heal and leave your pain and grief behind.
“I think that sounds great,” he rasped, his voice thick with emotion.
You pressed your softly smiling lips to his in a lazy and languid kiss that left you slightly breathless when you finally broke apart.
“Hmm, maybe I’m still just cock drunk,” you mused playfully, enjoying the deep and sincere laugh that left him.
“I guess I’ll just need to keep you cock drunk,” he grinned and his playfulness warmed your heart.
“Does that mean you’re ready for round two?” you asked him with a cheeky grin. The hand that was sitting on his chest began to slowly trail a path down his torso toward the waistband of his sweatpants.
When you felt his chest rumble beneath your palm with another low laugh, your smile grew and your eyes began to shine with joy. You could feel a slight buzz of excitement in your stomach as you thought about the future, something that was completely foreign. But just knowing that Nanami would be with you every step of the way left your soul feeling stronger than it had in years.
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psssst hey um. bestie um. if you're. if you're still doing the valentines day ask thingies. psspspspsspspspsps yknow. the brand. (no pressure if Ur not tho EHFKFN ILYSM)
Bestie? The rules bend for u and I've been having fun doing this anyways! SKULLVIN TIME!
Their first date:
At first, skull may have fretted over where to take vintage in a fit of first date worries, but once omega confirmed vintage hasn't changed too much in his likes, she knew where he wanted to take him: the super fancy resturaunt that sells only the best of spicy delights! Though it didn't hurt that they had a fine dessert menu, too. It didn't take much convincing to get vintage to come to the surprise once food is mentioned and there they went skull in a fancy dress and vintage in a suit (that he didn't much like, but skull did call him handsome in it!). The food was fantastic, and they had a lovely time flirting back and fourth, but by the time skull was enjoying his dessert while vintage stared at her dreamily, he had overheard the table nearby of rich snobs snooting at his girlfriend and his choice of clothing. Confrontation turns to threat but vintage is back to the table before any workers show up. The snobs do complain about them, hoping to get the pair banned - but spying eyes lied in wait and the couple is shocked that not only pink team had caught wind of their date and made reservations, but word spread to cyan team and orange team as well, and it seemed that even the remainder of their teams together had a booth reservation that allowed them to make sure things went ok. With so many to say that they didn't cause trouble and the snobs were lying, the snobs are banned for life while skull and vintage split their check in piece, lava cake for two given to them for the disturbance. It's a night they remember and talk about fondly together!
Food that reminds me of them:
Who kmew something as simple as cinnamon would connect the two? The spice is used for seasoning in many dishes, for an extra kick of interesting flavor, but it's not much on it's own - cinnamon candy, cinnamon apple pie, spiced donuts, but even soups and porks and countless dishes used it too. Back in the day when they teammed together, vintage would always be offered a cinnamon candy to enjoy before matches, that lovely cinnamon apple pie was used to celebrate hard days, and no matter what, vintage and skull tend to be able to tell when cinnamon is used in a less sweet dish, and they think of each other every time. When their team broke up, vintage tried to ban the taste and escape it - it hurt to much to think of skull, and he wanted to abandon it entirely. But he'd still taste it even as a hint in dishes, and he often caught wafts of sweets that used it too. By the time double was using cinnamon sticks to stave off a bad habit, vintage had been seeing signs everywhere to at least try to talk to skull again. As for skull, he never stopped having it - but over time she felt the connection, and couldn't eat it without a pang of guilt remembering vintage and their breakup. So when things get better, and they get back together, the love for cinnamon as such a lovely spice is back in full bloom~
Their fsvorite activity together:
Honestly, old habits die hard! And their couple activities are not only wandering inkopolis and getting hopelessly lost together to the point of needing to call avi or omega to help them find a familiar road, but also doing duo league together! As much fun as their teams were, working together once more with a bond repaired is just a breath of fresh air! And not to mention, they've even entered a duo tournament before, beating out a different power couple in a close call to win a nice prize! Of course they spent it on food mostly, and flowers for each other.
Hope you liked the musings friend òwó
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PARTY FAVOURS I CHAPTER 29
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Feels like this story is flopping. Is it flopping? Idk. This chapter is 100% plot and it is spooky. Cursed demon box. Helpful Stephen Strange and grumpy Wong. Hovering Bruce and Tony. Loki being a honorary Gen-Z. Found family but make it ✨superheroes✨.
"That's a lot to unpack," Peter stated once I had given him the bare bones report of the situation at hand. "Uh, are you okay?" The boy was obviously upset at my predicament, placing a supportive hand on my shoulder.
"Kinda?" I offered, making space for Wanda and Pietro who decided to join me and Peter, away from the arguing adults. The mission discussion - an absolute disaster - started as soon as Peter had walked in. Evidently experienced in such matters, the boy ignored the bickering and came over to steal me from Bruce's clutches to peacefully finish his egg sandwich in the company of his peers.
"I wanted to ask if I could see your memory of that time," Wanda meekly offered me a piece of candy. I accepted it - sugar sweet sugar, how I love thee so! The witch continued with a smile: "I think it would be helpful to see what we're dealing with, magic-wise."
"Sure," I trusted her. "Just don't scramble what's left of my sanity, please," All of us laughed at my remark as I laid down on the cold floor with my head in Wanda's lap. Her powers felt like small brain zaps, tingles that began at the front of my forehead and ran down into my spine. I followed her instructions and thought about the times I remembered, finding the box, placing it into my closet, the nightmares. I had a mild headache by the time she was done; no grudges against her - Wanda tactfully avoided my private moments and looked only at the ones containing the artifact.
"You've gotten really good," I complimented her with pure adoration.
"Thank you," She blushed, smoothing back my stray hairs. "That stuff is really strong. I don't think you should go near the box," She admitted. "And Doc should take a look at you. You have a residue left. I don't think that's good either."
"Well, fuck," I said in muted resignation.
"Press F to pay respects," Pietro joked in an attempt to lighten the atmosphere.
"Your luck is almost as bad as mine," Peter pointed out.
I scoffed. "Well, if I see any spiders around, I'll be sure to stay away in case they happen to be radioactive OsCorp runaways."
All of us laughed. Despite the grim situation, I didn't feel doomed. I was surrounded by friends and my boyfriends and my bestie who happened to be a mythical omnipotent god- welp, once again, I was getting too emotional. Once the adults were done arguing, we could start making sense of this mess and hopefully clean it up before the monster is out of the box.
"Mortals," I heard Loki scoff. The next moment, the Asgardian sat down noisily next to me, pout on full display. "This house is a nightmare."
His expression - or the accidental use of a meme - sent me completely, tension leaving my body via copious amounts of nearly hysterical laughter. Through tears and hiccups, I saw Wanda cackle with me and Peter show the meme in question to Loki, noting that he had been once sent to time-out on top of the fridge by Tony himself. Soon, all of us were laughing, much to the displeasure of the adults.
"Children, what is the issue?" Thor asked, irritated.
"We're just waiting for you to be done with arguing," I spoke before Loki could start bitching about Thor calling him a child. "Then I can show Steve and Loki where exactly have I buried the box so Stephen can take me to the healers and get this thing out of me or whatever," I pointed out the most logical plan of action.
Two long strides and the sorcerer was standing over me, boom-boom-whooshing and generally making very pretty golden patterns to appear and land on top of me. Tony and Bruce anxiously hovered behind him, both of my boys concerned and ready to mother-hen me. Ugh, so disgustingly adorable. Wanda's hand encompassed mine - she was nervous.
Stephen took a solid five-minute silence break before coming to a final conclusion. "Wong can get rid of the residual traces of the artifact's influence," The sorcerer announced curtly. "It's good you got rid of the artifact, a few more months and you would have started slipping into insanity if the magic within it was not released," He explained, slowly reaching out a hand to place it on top of my head. I wasn't sure if it was a gesture meant to bring comfort or another diagnostic test but leaned into the touch nonetheless. "Tell me, did you have any behavioral... Disturbances after...?" He trailed off.
I chewed on my lip, evaluating. "I honestly don't know. I've always been kind of an asshole," Honesty was the best policy. "Nothing seems out of order, sleepwalking aside."
"I see," Strange gave me a tight-lipped smile. "Perhaps, it was your stubborn nature that forbade the artifact from corrupting your mind completely. As evidenced by Captain Rogers, even undesirable character traits bring good into this world now and then."
That seemed a little bit hostile. I frowned, giving a questioning look to a frowning Loki.
"Speaking from experience?" Not the one to hold back upon witnessing first-grade bullshit, I withdrew from Stephen's touch, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.
Surprising everyone, the man laughed soundly, eyes crinkling at the corners. "I most certainly do," Shooting me a positively mischievous wink. I felt like I was missing something.
The room's inhabitants slowly ticked out in pairs and threes, eager to complete their assigned tasks. Loki had insisted on coming along to the sanctum with me, even almost getting up in Stephen's face, but Bruce - out of all people - managed to calm the Asgardian down, and together we convinced him his magic would be considerably more useful during the retrieval of the cursed box. Loki was worried - everyone with a pair of functional eyes could see that the spiky attitude was his way of showing he cared about me, which made my insides briefly turn to mush. I didn't expect him to take the title of my best friend so seriously and I definitely was not complaining.
Tony was the last to leave, jittery and shaky, clutching me like it was his last time seeing me, kissing me hungrily in front of everyone. The joke or two he made were weak ghosts of his usual sharp snark.
"I love you and I'll be back soon," I whispered into his ear, feeling him freeze and his fingertips dig almost painfully into my sides. Louder, I repeated: "Not planning on dying any time soon, y'all gotta chill. Let's go, doc?" I addressed the tall sorcerer who was tactfully pretending to be busy with his smartphone.
Wanda pressed a duffle bag into my hands mouthing "clean clothes" a split second before Stephen opened a portal and with a great deal of curiosity, I stepped through it, eyes immediately drawn to the dimly lit space filled with books and antiques. So many books, so many unusual trinkets. The chandelier that hung over our heads rivaled the ones I'd seen in million-dollar-homes of dad's friends.
"Follow me," Stephen extended an arm in the direction of a smaller door, "Please do not touch anything."
I walked a pace behind him, satisfying my curiosity by looking around like a child in a candy store. The air smelled different in the Sanctum, almost as familiar as Loki's magic but less frosty... Warmer. A dash of red fabric swished from somewhere towards me; I giggled. The Cloak of Levitation liked me - not nearly as much as it liked Peter though - so I brushed my fingertips along the fabric, greeting it quietly. Talking loudly in this building was out of the question. I felt like any moment, a disgruntled librarian would appear to chastise me for making noise.
"Strange," A short Asian man appeared, book in hand and looking none too happy. Guess that's the librarian... "I got your text. The room next to yours is prepared for the ritual," The man I assumed to be Wong gave me a curt nod in the way of greeting, doing a quick 180° and walking us back to a small but tastefully decorated room with a single cot in the middle. It was pleasantly warm, a small fire lit in the fireplace, willowy smoke of incense rising from a few strategically placed sticks.
"The bathroom is that way. I'm afraid you'll have to be fully nude for the procedure," Strange declared apologetically, pointing to a door hidden behind the divide.
I snorted, but of course, the weird voodoo shit would require me to be naked. Not that I was embarrassed or anything but still. Tony would have a field day. Locating a chair, I dumped my duffle bag on it, flying out of my hoodie and sweatpants in record time. My underwear and socks followed, feet unpleasantly chilly despite the carpeted floor. I ran a hand over the faint bruises on my hips, evidence of last night, fondly - either Tony or Stephen had left marks on my body and that was... It was great. I loved it, drugs or not.
I heard someone clear their throat and turned around, nearly cracking up at the way both men suddenly averted their gazes, blush riding high on their cheeks. I snorted: "I'm hot, what else is new?"
Wong shook his head, busying himself with some sort of a book; Stephen lingered, eyes fixated on the very same bruises. His tongue darted out, wetting the plush of his bottom lip, and damn, this wasn't the time to get horny. I shook my head and with that, the sorcerer caught himself too, mutely motioning me to lay down on the cot.
"Whenever you're done eye-fucking each other," Wong piped up sarcastically - wow, I liked this man already. Stephen grumbled something quiet and rude, provoking another snort from me.
I followed their instructions - shortly after the Asian man began reading - or rather singing - something in a language I didn't know, I felt myself fall into a deep sleep. Or, I thought I was falling asleep. At one point, my eyes opened to an empty room, a thin sheet covering my bare body, and a silence that made chills run down my spine.
"Stephen?" I called out. I sounded like I was underwater to my own ears. "Wong?"
I was met with silence so deafening, I had no choice but to sit up and look around. The fire was burning strong in the fireplace, several logs blackened from it as sparks flew. It took a second for me to realize it made no sound - there was no crackling. Something was very wrong, the dread was creeping up on me.
Very familiar dread.
With the sheet firmly wrapped around me, I hopped off the cot, suddenly noticing the drawings on my arms, my legs. I was covered in runes similar to the ones I had seen on the cursed box - and my memories weren't missing. As clear as day, I recalled messing around with the box, debating on opening it, taking it out of my room only to find it back on my desk in the morning, some serious Anabelle shit.
I jumped as the floorboards cracked somewhere in the house. Every logical thought I had, backed up by every horror movie I had ever watched, screamed at me to NOT go towards the creepy noise; like moth to a flame, I was drawn in and couldn't resist the unnatural urge to investigate it. On silent feet, I padded out of the room, desperately trying not to think about the lonely, dark hallways filled with strange ancient objects. My steps made no noise.
On the couch, in the main room we'd arrived, sitting lazily, was Tony. I'd recognize his hair anywhere - and the Led Zep tee, old, frayed edges and loose threads. "Tony?" I asked hopefully, trying to make sense of this...
He turned around.
It wasn't Tony. Whatever it was, it wore Tony's face, it held his brown eyes and crow's feet around them - it wasn't him. Wrong, like the lack of sound in this place, misplaced and unnatural. The doe browns didn't sparkle, lifeless, dull color of dried mud. As much as I wanted to go and bury my face in his chest, my limbs filled with lead, my whole body screaming "DANGER".
The impostor kept quiet which only solidified my suspicions. Real Tony would be running his mouth already, poking fun at my impression of a sheet ghost.
"Princess?" The... Thing asked in Tony's voice, but it fell flat and monotone.
"Whatever you are, you sure as Hell ain't Tony," I stated firmly, hoping for some answers. "What the fuck?"
Not-Tony's face changed, familiar features twisting into something sinister, the malice making me sick to my stomach. The creature stood up, causing my feet to take an involuntary step back as he advanced slowly.
"You have no choice but to submit," The Thing replied calmly. "You're not getting out of here. Not even your little Asgardian pet god can save you," Its tone was absolutely flat. I would have thought the thing was a robot if not for the obvious involvement of magic in this situation. Its words filled me with dread as thick as molten lava; unfortunately for the creature, unlocking my memories gave me enough rational balance to be acutely aware of it and therefore, able to fight it.
I could fight it. I didn't know how exactly, but I could resist it. "That's a really bold thing to say for something that... What even are you? Magical STD?" As my brain desperately focused on finding a solution to a problem I didn't know all the details of, my mouth had a mind of its own.
The creature growled, a far more primal noise than a human could make. "You don't know what you're up against, child. I am one for we are many," Suddenly, the room was filled with shadows as if someone had turned off all the lights and cranked up the moon to be the brightest it ever was. The shadows moved, oozed, motion sinister without any light to back it up.
I had no choice but to pucker up. Nobody was coming to rescue me; in fact, I always have taken pride in being a self-saving princess. Damsel in distress wasn't really my style. The hunch in my shoulders disappeared, giving way to a stubborn and stiff expectation of the upcoming altercation, hands bailed in fists.
"I mean, like Legion the demon from the Bible?" I recalled what little I knew from Wikipedia. "I mean, I'm agnostic myself, but if you feel like identifying with that, you should probably see a therapist."
The entity growled, shadows gathering around it like fabric on a string, and lunged. Paralyzed by sudden blinding, deafening fear, I turned tail and ran.
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Epilogue:Another One
Sunlight hits his face as it streams through his bedroom window. Kenma groans and tries to roll over from his current position on the bed, but finds that he has difficulty moving. He blinks his eyes open and then looks down, only to see a pair of arms draped around his waist, holding him tight. His thoughts begin to drift and he sighs fondly, remembering that he is no longer sleeping alone again, because after long weeks alone in a large house, Kuro is finally home.
Kuro had to go on regular trips away for the JVA, that was just part of the job description. Of course, this means Kenma is usually alone at their, yes it's officially theirs now, home. Getting Apple Pie, Pie for short, has been helpful to ease the loneliness. The calico kitten has been nothing but a rumble of energy and adorable, always there to keep Kenma company. But it didn't erase the loneliness completely, and there was just no feeling that could compare to having Kuro around.
But current events have allowed them more time together in the following months. With the V-League officially back in season, Kuro has been put in charge of attending those specific events. With most of the games being held in nearby stadiums, Kenma could actually spare some time to go watch them live with him. This was especially true when Shouyou was playing. The Jackals games were either watched live or in the comfort of their living room, at real time, while cuddled together. Kenma has never missed any of Shouyou's games.
It's been around six months since their messy confession, give or take. Six months since they came out to the public as a couple, and the start of their rollercoaster of a relationship. They didn't have the perfect relationship, Kenma thinks. They still had misunderstandings, and sometimes they argued about the silliest things. But they never went to bed angry at one another, never slept without trying their best to settle things, in a way that won't leave either of them struggling to pick up the pieces of the fight the next day. Overall, Kenma was content and happy, and he hoped that Kuro was too.
"Thinking about something?" Being stirred away from his thoughts, he feels Kuro mutter. The other's face buried on the top of his head, voice still groggy.
"Hm. Nothing important." Kenma replies with another sigh.
"Care to share then?" Kenma feels Kuro shift his position a bit, allowing the smaller male to turn around and having them face to face, before once again feeling Kuro's arms around his waist. "I'm a very good listener you know."
"I was thinking of replacing you." Kenma states in a deadpan voice.
Kuro gasps "Kenma! I'm offended! Only six months and you're tired of me already? Woe is me." Kuro tightens his hold and touches their noses together. "So tell me then, what do I have to do to regain your favor?"
"You can get up and make breakfast." Kenma states. "And maybe I'll reconsider."
Kuro immediately grins. "I knew my cooking was good for something. Here's an idea, you stay here and get some more shut eye. I'll make sure you have something to fill your empty stomach in a bit, yeah?" Kuroo starts to get up, slowly untangling himself between the mess of limbs the two of them are in. But Kenma immediately stops Kuroo and keeps him in place. "Kenma?"
Kenma buries himself between the blanket and Kuro and snuggles closer. "Ten more minutes. Please." He just isn't ready to leave this warmth just yet.
He feels Kuro place a kiss on the crown of his head, and hears the other give out a small chuckle of amusement. "Of course kitten, whatever you want." Kuro slowly settles back into his previous position. And it doesn't take long for sleep to overtake him again, filled with complete contentment and bliss.
When Kenma wakes, it's to his stomach rumbling and the wafting smell of buttered toast and sizzling bacon. He slightly sniffs the air before opening his eyes and sighs in disappointment that he can no longer feel Kuro’s warmth beside him. Kenma allows himself to yawn and stretch before he rubs his eyes to force himself awake. He puts on slippers and pads out of the room, straight to their connected dining area and living room.
He stops mid-step and blinks when he sees Kuro standing there, cup of coffee in one hand, and cat food on the other.
"There you go buddy, must be tasty huh?" Kuro crouches down to place a generous amount of cat food into Pie's bowl. The kitten gives a pleased meow. "Yeah, yeah. I don't want you ever complaining to Kenma that I starve you, you hear me?"
"Meow" Pie continues to stare at Kuro with wide eyes.
"No! You are not getting any more this morning. We want you well fed, not extremely chunky!"
"Meow" came with marching padding at Kuro's feet.
"I know there's nothing wrong with being a chunky cat! But you're young and we have to make sure you eat healthy first, then maybe we can get you a nice piece of fish for dinner, how's that sound?"
"Meow!"
"I knew you'd see it my way. Now, go get your breakfast!" And Pie saunters off to her bowl and just about devours her meal.
Kenma smiles at the domesticity of the entire scene. Kuro having an entire conversation with their cat, completely unaware, with all his barriers down. It reminds Kenma how easy it is to just fall into normalcy with Kuro, even with their new relationship. It's as if nothing and yet everything has changed all at once.
"You know, I can't believe you lost an argument with a cat."
Kuro immediately turns to face him and grins. "Excuse me, I did not lose. We just happen to reach a healthy compromise." He places his coffee mug down on the table, and starts to pour Kenma a cup of his own. He motions for Kenma to come over, and the gamer complies, ready to get his dose of morning coffee.
"She got her way. You're giving her fish for dinner, it'll be your fault if she turns into a spoiled cat."
"Oh come on, don't pretend that you don't sneak her pieces of your dinner from under the table." Kuro grins at him as he slides Kenma's plate of a healthy breakfast.
He doesn't have a retort to that. because yes, he does shove Pie bits of his dinner from under the table, but Kenma would never just admit that and let Kuro win that easily.
"I'll take your silence as an admittance of guilt." Kuro tells him. "But don't worry, at least you know she's got both of us wrapped around her finger...or is it her paw? That just doesn't sound right."
Kenma smiles again as he shoves a piece of bacon in his mouth. He's too focused on his breakfast; that when he looks back up a while later, he sees Kuro staring from across him. The taller male's resting his chin on one hand, finished coffee mug on the other, and looking at Kenma with a look that seemed like he hung the stars.
"Why are you looking at me like that?" Kenma asks.
"Like what?"
"Like that. Like....I don't know, like I'm some kind of mythical creature. Or like I'm the best thing you've seen all day." Kenma clarifies with a raised eyebrow.
"You are though." Kuro says with a smile so soft, Kenma kinda wants to slap that look off his face.
"I'm what?" he asks again.
"Best thing I've seen all day. Best thing in my life actually." Kuro says with the smile never leaving his face.
Kenma's face burns, he looks down and aggressively stabs the next chunk on his plate and shoves it into his mouth. He hears Kuro guffaw at this, and feels his face get even hotter. "You know kitten, any more and you'd put our old Nekoma jackets to shame with that shade of red."
"Shut up Kuro." Kenma mutters while he throws a glare at the other's direction. Kuro just continues to smile, already knowing that there isn't any animosity in that look.
The remainder of breakfast passes in comfortable silence, moments with Pie inserted in between. Once they're done, they do their part to clean up, and then start their other routines for the day. Kenma goes back to his room and begins to focus on paperwork with Bouncing Ball and his upcoming stream, and Kuro goes to his own room to have a meeting with people from the JVA.
It's pretty much routine at this point. Their jobs often being the reason why they can't always spend time together 24/7. But Kenma likes to think it contributes to why he loves Kuro so much, loves being with Kuro so much. His relationship with Kuro was never something that followed a certain set of standards or locked in a set of rules. They didn't have to always see each other to be happy, they didn't have to always physically be around one another all the time to be together , and they didn't require a regular update on each other's business every time. They also never deemed it necessary to be overly public about how they felt, at least not by their standards, which probably contributed to why they took so long to acknowledge their feelings in the first place.
Theirs is more a quiet, straightforward kind of love. One filled with silent affirmation, affection, comfort and just being there when the other needs it the most. Kenma was never loud to begin with, always just observant and aware, but he never had to be for Kuro to know how he felt. Years of knowing each other has ultimately made Kenma realize that it's always, ever, been Kuro. And it always will be.
Later that night, as the day ends and they snuggle together on Kenma’s large bed, Kenma’s thoughts drift to how lucky and content he is. Pie has chosen to sleep in between them on the bed tonight, positioning himself slightly, just on Kenma’s stomach. He thinks of his little family that they have built together and wonders about the future they have.
"Hey." Kuro whispers, the man's hand stroking Pie's back, coaxing the kitten into a deeper sleep.
"Hm?" Kenma tries his best not to squish their furbaby while snuggling just a little closer to Kuro.
"We should get Pie a companion, don't you think?" Kuro asks him.
Kenma raises an eyebrow questioningly. "You want to get us another cat? Why?"
Kuro shrugs "I think it'd be nice to get the little guy a friend that's all. And don't you want Pie to have a friend?"
"We aren't getting another cat." he tells the other. Kenma is trying to dispel this impulsive decision, and it has nothing to do with the fact that he would absolutely adore another cat. Kuro simply grins and their debate that night ends at that.
Three days later though, Kuro enters their home with more cat toys, another bag of cat food, and a small burmese cat following behind him.
"Kuro. What's that?" Kenma stares, and gives the other a look .
"... Not another cat?" The taller male says sheepishly, as he slowly sets the purchases down.
The black burmese cat then pads over to Kenma and goes in between his legs. It's only then that Kenma notices the wet fur and shivering body. He bends down to pet the small creature and unknowingly smiles as he does. It then pads over to Pie who is observing at the corner of the room, and begins to nuze the other kitten. Kenma sighs in defeat before looking up to see a triumphant grin on Kuro's face.
"Hey in my defense, I went to the store to get more cat food. This little guy just followed me home." He raises his hands in resignation after he puts down all his remaining purchases. "And it was raining Kenma! I couldn't just leave him there!"
"Good on you for saving the cat. But we can't keep him Kuro. We're busy enough as it is and we already have Pie to take care of. We'll get him cleaned up and take him to the vet then find him a good home. Maybe Bokuto and Akaashi will want to take him." Kenma stands up and gives his pants a pat down. He desperately tries not to look at the new cat too long, or he's sure to cave into the request.
When he looks up, Kuro is right in front of him. "Aww can't we keep him?" Kuro loops an arm around Kenma's waist and touches their noses together.
Kenma glares. "I know what you're doing. And it's not gonna work Kuro."
"I have absolutely no idea what you're talking about." Kuro says with a smirk.
"We aren't keeping him." And again, Kenma tells himself that this isn't exactly because he doesn't want to, but that he's trying really hard not to give into temptation, and be the responsible adult in this relationship.
"We can afford to get another cat though right?"
"Well, yes we can."
"And we love cats"
"We do." He bites his lip at this. Damnnit Kuro.
"So we should definitely keep this one."
"No we won't"
Kenma realizes at this moment that he's a liar. Because he never really could deny Kuro, just like Kuro couldn't very well deny him. And when it's all said and done, and they wake up the next day and watch as their cats are also cuddled together, Kenma can't really complain.
Their newest addition to the family fits in with them perfectly. Like two pieces of a puzzle and two halves of a whole.
Just like Kenma and Kuro.
Always together, no longer alone.
So yes, Of course they keep the cat.
I added a second chapter to my previous KuroKen fic. This one is just pure fluff 🥰
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Storm on Ajan Kloss.
Mando x reader
Summary: mando and y/n along with the child find themselves stranded on the planet Ajan Kloss, where a storm just so happened to roll by and mando gets an idea.
Warnings: Fluff....that's all.
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Your world had changed the moment the mandalorian stepped through your door followed by a droid, the fear you felt in that moment was beyond anything else you've ever experienced. The thought of the two hostile intruders killing or kidnapping the child made you feel sick, your heart dropped and you was quick to grab your blaster. But the droid was quick to disarm you and shoot around at you, causing a piece of the stone like building to fall and hit your head, knocking you slightly unconscious. The droid and mandalorian stood over the baby, the child. Causing you to try and get your blaster, but its was no use.
The moment you saw the droid raise its blaster towards the child a cry and pleads left your lips, but relief washes over you as you saw the mandalorian raise his own blaster, shooting the droid and killing the thing.
It was that moment when you saw the mandalorian gently reach his pointer finger for the child to hold onto that you knew he wouldn't hurt it.
That was long ago, perhaps maybe month's. And over that time y/n and the mandalorian have grew close, he considered her a friend, something he never thought to have. But she saw him as something more then a friend, he had took care of her and showed her more gratitude then any other person in the whole galaxy ever had. He always worried over y/n, asking if she had eaten or had enough to drink. Although it was rather irritating at first y/n soon grew to adore his caring ways. But she knew deep down inside he could never love her back the way she loved him, he was a mandalorian, a bounty hunter who didn't settle down for no one and she was just some girl he found protecting his former bounty.
The child, something that wrapped itself around the mandalorian's heart as it done y/n, making the Mandalorian swear to protect it, that's why she and the mandalorian have been traveling the galaxy planet hopping for the sake of keeping the child safe and out of harm's way. That's how y/n ended up on the planet Ajan Kloss, a humid planet full of insects and other small life forms. Mando landed the rezar crest on the planet in Hope's of finding fuel, because quite frankly they was running very low on fuel.
But the moment he landed, a rather large storm rolled by, preventing them both from searching for others who could sell them fuel. Now y/n sat in the rezar crest as the rain poured down, thunder occasionally shaking the ship causing the child to whine in fear. The sight making her heart break a little at how truly scared the child was of the thunder.
" come here you poor little thing " she cooed reaching out for it as she was seated on the floor with her back against the wall. It waddles over to her fast, reaching its arms out for y/n as it puts it's ears down with a frown, small whines leaving it. She smile at the child kindly as she picks it up and start rocking it slowly, cradling it close to her.
She looks up upon hearing the mandalorian walk from out of the cargo area of the rezar crest and into the little room she was in. He walks over to the woman sitting down beside her with a little sigh.
" the storm doesn't look like its letting up anytime soon, so we may be stuck here for a few days or so. " he spoke with his usual modulated voice as he looks over at y/n through his helmet. She sighs and look down at the scared child.
" well at least we're stocked up on food and water " she replied with a small smile making him nod in agreement.
" otherwise we'd be stuck with a angry womp rat " he jokes poking the childs little cheek making her giggle at it's little smile upon Mando's actions.
" stop calling him that." She defends the child making the mandalorian chuckle, his shoulder now touching hers because the closeness. She can't help but to slowly lean her head on his shoulder, tired because the other night when she had stayed awake do to the child being restless and full of energy.
Mando looks down at her and wraps a arm around her, bringing her closer to him as he smiles at the two people he cares about being so close to him in this moment.
" I've always hated this planet " he tells y/n quietly as he sees the child slowly falling asleep in her arms. She looks up at him, now resting her chin on his shoulder as she looks into the vastness of his visor listening to him speak.
" I hate the humidity, the heat of this planet makes it hot under all this armor " he laughs, the sound coming out distorted. But she still thought it was the most beautiful sound her ears have heard, mind wondering what it sounds like without the helmet....
" I can only imagine " y/n giggle quietly, a smile on her face making the mandalorian's heart's swell with pure love at the sight. He was just going to stop talking, let silence fell the ship, but the sound of her giggle was melodic, her smile angelic he wanted to see it for all eternity and listin to her laugh all day. his hold on her tightens. As he laughs, deciding to continue.
" and the insects here is horrible! " he continued his complains about the planet. " they always swarm around you and pester you to death " he groans at the mere thought making y/n laugh, trying to stifle it so the child didn't wake up.
He smiles so widely as he watches her beautiful face light up in amusement, eyes flickering between gazing at her beautiful captivating y/e/c eyes and gorgeous pink lips, a part of him has wondered what it would feel like to have her lips pressed to his own, but the more logical part knew he couldn't never have that privilege. He was forbidden to take his helmet off, to have someone see his face....
But then as he looks down at her, seeing the sparkle in her eyes, the smile on her face as she lovingly looks at his helmet...where behind hides the man she longs to see, longs to feel....
He knew she had feelings for him, and he had feelings for her. But he pushed them away, well tried to but they always came crawling back. His mind swarmed with her and only her....
So maybe that's why he stands up all the sudden, gently grabbing her hand and pulling her to her feet softly so the child didn't wake up. She stared at him with confusion but he quickly pulls her along with him, walking to the little room on the ship where he usually sleeps.
As they walk into the room he turns to look at her, smiling at the sight of the sleeping child and brings a gloved hand up to slowly drag his thumb across it's little face, smiling softly at the child. He then scoops it up in his arms and carefully puts it down on his cot, tucking it in and making sure its comfortable.
Y/n crosses her arms and fondly grins at him, his soft and caring side coming out causing her heart to flutter.
He then walks back over to y/n, hands gently placed on either side of her face as his thumbs gently run across the soft skin below her eyes. Her smile is now small and nervous, not quite sure what's happening, she has never been so close to mando like this, practically touching chest to chest. He wasn't one to be close to others. But this....it was rare even for him to allow someone to be this close, and so she took full advantage of this moment by gently grasping his wrists, her love for him spilling from her eyes.
" I've traveled the whole galaxy and never have I seen someone as unique as you..." he broke the silence as he tried hard to stop his voice shaking from how nervous he felt.
And y/n felt as if those words had completed her. She smiles so widely at the mandalorian as she giggles overjoyed. " mando...I-" he interrupted her as he shushed her.
" let me finish " he chuckles, the nerves coming out as he let's out a sigh, " I want you to follow me, but put this one first " he orders, removing his hands and reaching in his utility belt and pulling out a long piece of thick black fabric, handing it to her.
She gives him a confused look and takes it, inspecting the thing, " it's a blind fold..." he tells her as he opens the room door. Hesitant, she decided to just put it on and he walks behind her, making sure it's on tight before he takes her hand and leads her out of the room. Closing the door and let's out a deep breath.
What he was about to do made him nervous...it even scared him. But he wanted to do this...he couldn't go one more day without doing it so, he slowly walks directly in front of her once more. Knowing she can't see him, but feel him standing there.
With shaking hands he takes in deep breaths before placing both hands on either side of his helmet.
The little hiss rang out through the rezar crest, silence feeling the room as both their hearts started racing. The rain outside hitting the ship being the only noise heard now.
He pulls the helmet off, taking it completely off his head, placing it on a nearby table.
She knew instantly what the hiss meant, although she couldn't see...she knew the helmet was gone. That thought made her heart race faster.
He ran a nervous hand through his dark hair, his brown eyes searching every little detail in her face, taking in the sight of it without the helmet.
" you don't know how much you truly mean to me y/n " was his first words she heard without it coming out masked. She smiles, reaching a hand up slowly, cautiously. Afraid if she moves to fast she would scare him.
As her hand touches his face she can't help the tears of joy that starts pooling in her eyes, she rests her palm on his cheek, her other hand doing the same to his other one. His skin was soft, she moves her hand down to his chin, which was covered with prickly hair causing her to giggle. He smiles and let's out a little laugh.
She slowly moves her hand up, feeling his little mustache, tracing it with her thumb as she then rests her hand back on his cheek, her left hand moving up to his hair, running her fingers through it. He smiles fondly at her, resting one of his hands on the back of her neck and the other on her waist.
" you're so beautiful " she whispers, nothing but truth falling from her lips as her thumb starts tracing his bottom lip.
He chuckles at her, gazing down at her with love and adoration. " so are you...you're Devine y/n " he whispered back. His hand slowly bringing her head closer to his as he leans down. Lips just barely ghosting over hers.
" I love you mando-"
" din...din Djarin " he tells her, making her giggle as she now corrects herself.
" I love you din...." she quietly says with a soft smile, he smiles back.
" I love you too "
And he leans in, pressing his lips to hers gently as they move in sync. Y/n wraps her arms around his neck and moves closer to him, her whole body felt as if electricity was running through her veins. The softness of her lips against his made him never want to pull away. But he did, slowly as she grins up at him.
" one day, we can do this again....but you don't need the blindfold " he promised, causing the blindfold to dampen by her tears of joy. His hand resting on her cheek again.
" one day we'll settle down...if you would like that? " he adds, his dark eyes roaming her face for any sort of hesitation to his offer.
" I'd love nothing more din! " she exclaimed happily causing him to laugh, the sound pure music to her ears.
" y'know, I did use to hate this planet...but now I think I like it." He tells her, she smiles up at him blindly.
" and why's that? " she asks him as her fingers run through his soft hair.
" because now it reminds me of this moment " he whispers as her kisses her once again, making her smile into the short little kiss.
And she couldn't help but have grown close to the planet herself.
It was the planet she first felt him instead of the coldness of his beskar. It was the moment he promised her a life with him once he takes the helmet off
#pedro pascal#the mandalorian#star wars#din djarin#pedro pascal imagine#pedro pascal x reader#the mandalorian imagine#the mandalorian x reader#baby yoda#mando x reader#mando imagine#starwars imagine
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(HAD to do a companion piece, so... 1) Eddie appears in his cubicle, which is to say his child self suddenly comes into being next to him there, and when it happens, a part of him thinks oh, right. I've been waiting for today. He doesn't remember what he might have said or done, but suddenly he knows that it was and it is. "I'm sorry my job isn't very fun." He says. "I usually keep toys in my desk drawer for when Richie shows up, he's kind of like an eleven year old."
"Richie visits us at work?" Young Eddie asks, his eyes wide, his frown twitching up into a smile. The photo next to Eddie's computer catches his eye and he reaches for it, elbowing Eddie out of the way. He doesn't remember ever being so rude in front of an adult, but then he doesn't think he counts as an adult, being his kid self's future self. Headachey, weird, but... well. "What's this? Where are we? Is that--?"
"That's us, in front of the house Ben built. That's us, and that's Richie." He nods. They'd knocked down an eyesore and lived in Bill's spare room for a couple months and it had all been worth it. The blueprints had been a wedding present, and Richie could afford the construction, and... and it's a dream. The view is perfect, the commute to work gives him time to just drive and clear his head, and it's a stone's throw from his favorite place to hike.
His kid self mulls over the idea as Eddie gets them out of the office, citing a need to be the emergency responsible adult for his 'nephew' for the afternoon. He comes right out of his contemplative quiet at the sight of Eddie's car, running around it, making awed exclamations. Eddie makes him ride in the back, he thinks his eleven year old self might not weigh enough or be tall enough to ride up front without a child seat, one of those bigger-kid child seats, but he doesn't complain.
Young Eddie plays with the radio and the air conditioning controls the whole drive, and asks a million questions about the car and the job and what jobs their friends all have, and if they all moved to the same place or different places, and he seems satisfied enough knowing that he lives in the same area as Richie and Bill both. Eddie doesn't take him up to the house, just out to where they can hike up to a bench that looks out on the ocean.
"We come out here a lot." He says, as they start up the gentle trail. "It's your favorite thing, you like being away from the city, and you like the view... you still never get lost. You breathe easier. You get good at math in high school, I know you kind of hate it now, but you're going to like it. You're going to like a lot of things. Eddie... you're going to like a lot of things, okay? And... you're going to do a lot of things."
"You just come out here alone?" Young Eddie clambers carefully over a large rock, his arms flung wide for balance. The trail is pretty different from what he'd be used to, the scrubby pines aren't very thick, the grass comes in pale gold clumps most places. There are wildflowers, little orange poppies and little blue... something or other, and white ones he thinks are the tops of wild carrot. It's all sparser than the barrens were, but he's come to love it.
"Sometimes Richie comes." Eddie smiles fondly, at the thought of Richie complaining the entire time, exaggerated, comical, but... but he comes out when Eddie invites him to, and carries his canteen, and cuddles with him on the bench at the top and stops saying they have a perfectly good view at home. Sometimes they watch the sun set before Eddie leads him home again. Some nights there are stars. "He pretends he doesn't like it. Eddie..."
He has to put the thought on hold-- the top of the hill is in sight and young Eddie breaks away to race for the end of the trail, to climb up and stand on the bench and look out over the Pacific for the first time. When Eddie reaches him, though, he sits down and looks up expectantly, to let him finish speaking, only kicking his legs a little in the idle way of a boy in the middle of an unprecedentedly exciting afternoon.
"Eddie... someday, things are going to be better. You're not going to get sick, the way you're afraid of-- the way our mother made us afraid. Someday, a boy is going to kiss you and you won't get sick, and you won't be afraid. Actually, he's... he's going to make you feel incredibly brave." He says, eyes stinging. He hadn't remembered the words he needed to hear, or needed to say, but he knows them now. "Someday, a boy is going to ask you to come away with him and you'll say yes."
Young Eddie swallows. "We won't get sick? And-- and-- and-- and he-- It's safe, and it's okay? And-- and I don't want-- I don't want to be alone, I don't want to be alone, and I don't want to just... I don't want to do stuff, with a girl. And I don't want to do stuff with another guy if he's just-- I want to have a real future and I'm not brave, I'm scared, okay? Because I think I'm the kind of boy who doesn't get a future and--"
"Hey, hey, breathe." Eddie says. He watches his younger self take a puff on his aspirator. He holds up his hand, showing off his wedding ring. "You're brave enough, okay? You've dealt with some serious... scary stuff. Right? And you're going to have a job you're good at, you're going to get married and live in a beautiful house. You are going to wind up with the love of your life and he is going to make you smile every single day, and the world is going to be a better place."
Young Eddie takes another puff, and vanishes, which Eddie decides is a sign to go home. Richie is collapsed on the sofa looking like he's seen a ghost himself, and Eddie moves to collapse on top of him, settling in and relaxing when Richie's arms come up around him. "Hey, babe? I've been thinking... or, well, I guess I haven't been thinking before today, but, um... I think we should be dads. I think maybe I could be... good at it?"
Anon I am - ever so, so emotional. This is so lovely, and buttery soft - you’ve painted this scene which is so achingly cinematic, I can just see it, just see him kick his legs, just hear this boy stumble determined over his words. Your dialogue and your use of tone just reads so simply and effortlessly, I can picture this quiet movement of these characters, the pace of their walk and their voices. It has such a unique tone, putting it as this true companion piece, and I love it, and I love you, and I’m so thankful you’ve been so talented and so kind as to write and share this! I’m so touched, and day, my week and my month has been made. Thank you!
#what is the opposite of heartbroken because i feel that so much#eddie kaspbrak#reddie#it chapter 2#richie tozier#Anonymous
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A Really Important Chapter
CaraBanned:
So let's see...how did the last dream end? With Kysme jokingly saying "that totally makes me wanna kiss you" and Liyah just going "Well, why haven't you?" not so jokingly...
I assume there wouldn't be a real action taken right now? Instead, Aaliyah just...turns her head back towards the sky, silently. "I kind of mean it, Kysme. Why haven't you kissed me yet?" And there was silence, or at least a certain type of white noise in which you know somebody is talking, but the words fall on deaf ears. (I imagine Kysme replies dumbly, "What do you mean", or a variation of that)
" Actually, no, I have a better question- do you think there could ever be anything between us? I don't mean anything casual or like friends with benefits sort of shit. Could you see us being more than friends, the meaningful way?" No white noise, only silence. Aaliyah probably huffs, her face feeling kind of hot on account of being embarrassed. She shouldn't have brought this up, but oh well, it's already up. She might as well continue. So she does. "You don't gotta lie to me or anything, coddle my feelings or some shit. I just wanna know! And I'm not trying to force anything on you, because I don't really know how I feel about you either. I know that I care about you at least, and sometimes i mix feelings up within myself. I just want things to be clear. So..." She'd blow a strand of hair out of her face with a sigh. "Yeah."
There, she said it. Now all she has to do is wait.(edited)
And that's when things got unclear because how the fuck am i supposed to figure out meaningful dialogue for kysme by myself-
Memphis-Rex:
My girl.
//Clutches chest
CaraBanned:
LMAO MEMPHIS
Memphis-Rex:
SHE JUST LAID IT OUT STRAIGHT AND BARE IN ONE SHOT.
The bravery-
CaraBanned:
GOD YEAH tbh I think the whole journey of this dreamscape just...came from that talk a long time ago? Me asking you if you think that kysme could toy with the fact that the two could be something more? (Rightly named in the blog "something more") basically just liyah putting her heart out on her sleeve all vulnerable and what not and trusting kysme to be serious with her for a second.
if only I could be like that in real life tho, shitttt
Memphis-Rex:
I feel serious Kysme would be silent a lot since he's actually taking time to chew over his words before spitting them out. So yeah those silences are something-
CaraBanned:
Oh gosh, glad that was right on the mark then. Don't take too long though, Kysme. Liyah might start feeling real silly, getting up and trying to brush it off like
Memphis-Rex :
And hmmmm. I feel like he might counter with a question first. After a tense moment he relaxes back into the grass, staring at the sky as well. "I don't know. I don't usually feel this way about people either. Am I even worth a genuine effort at something more? I fuck up so easily."
In that brief moment his tough guy persona slips aside, and you can see his own insecurity of losing things he cares about and his fears of being emotional.
Maybe, for once, his voice sounds gentle.
Kysme is fully aware of how shitty he can be. Sometimes he can't help it. In a way, he doesn't want to be the one who hurts her.
Would he be able to forgive himself for such a thing.
CaraBanned:
Oh, hey Memphis?
Fuck you???
This hurts more than it should?? Vunerable Kysme????ouch???
Lmao you can sleep now though if needed, you'll be rewarded a nice piece of HC. Thank you for your efforts.
CaraBanned:
His response would make liyah do a double take-turning her head to watch him again, her face obviously surprised by his change of tone. Wow. Just wow. Imagine her mouth opening to form words, though not being able to really say anything at first. Just studying his face.
"You're worth it."
Not a general, safe, 'everyone is worth it', or a shrug and wishy-washy kind of deliverance. It would be said with a quiet kind of conviction, like she actually means it. Because she does. And she smiles a bit at that, fondly. "Trust me, Kysme. I've been through the ringer a couple times with this kind of shit. Fucking up comes with the playing field- don't be so hard on yourself."
And I can see her doing something sweet, like reaching out and grabbing a hold of kysme's hand, gently so. Something to know that she's there, that she hears him. "But someone else's words probably mean nothing when your mind is convinced. Maybe you have to convince yourself that youre worth it, yeah?" She'd sigh, still her hand on top of his, a comfortable sort of silence.
Memphis-Rex:
There's gonna be a pause as he relishes the sensation of her hands on his. You know with how often he takes her hand jokingly to stare at its glistening surface, it's probably the first time she held his hand of her own accord. He'd bite his lip, say something like "I'll work on it." Another moment. Then, a careful movement as to not crush the arm that was previously holding his hand, he rolls over to lie on his side, closer to her, propping himself up on one elbow. There's this intense look in his candy colored eyes as he gazes down upon her face, and this time he doesn't hide it (recap-- the time he'd get distracted looking at her while she talks about movies). He's just taking it all in, up close, straightforwardly. "...But we can change one thing first." He says, referring to the earlier question of why he hasn't kissed her yet. And---
(ok if Aaliyah isn't down with this we can always change it XD)(edited)
Memphis-Rex:
Pt. 2--- Hypothetically speaking, if they do indeed get together, I feel nothing too much will change about their dynamics? They still have their silly banters and teasing, but finally they're not repressing their feelings so it feels more..liberating? To show some act of affection.
And I'm not saying Kysme becomes perfect boyfriend material immediately. He still makes her eyes roll to the sky with his stupidity. ("Shit, he's the biggest dumbass in the world but he's my dumbass" suddenly crosses my mind)
But there are some subtle changes in the way he acts now.(edited)
Is she going to feel bothered by his habit of occasionally sleeping with strangers (seeing her past with another pretty boy cough cough)? Cause I think the amount of times he fools around will dwindle if he's in a relationship but habits/hobbies die hard...He would try to be transparent about the matter though.
CaraBanned:
(I FUCKING FELL ALSEEP WAITING FOR THIS. GOD. FUCKING. DAMNIT.)
(First of all aaliyah is down yes of course the fuck you think memphis //still reading/)
Memphis-Rex:
(HAHAHA)
(And you woke up?! Now?!)
(also doesn't hurt to double check lel)
CaraBanned:
(LOL my body must have realized that I was missing straight up PERFECT QUALITY HCING)
(And true! Okay hold on while I respond something good.)
Oh gosh, your respond to the HC kind of like, feels like the perfect end already, but I will add on one thing to it- the idea of Aaliyah's heart thumping faster and faster as she realizes what exactly kysme is about to do. A loud thump, thump, thump pounding against her ears. Her eyes growing wider and her heart jumping at her throat, because holy shit...is he really gonna do it? Is he really going to do it? and when he does do it, its like something clicks in place with her head. Something nice and tender and a little scary. She'd close her eyes and sink into the kiss almost immediately, moving her hands up to cup his cheeks and hoping to god that that burning sensation comes soon- it would be safe to assume that she herself has been guilty of wondering how it would feel on her lips, sue her. (If it does come soon then she's probably left breathless and panting and if kysme asks if she needs a second she just goes "Fuck no." She was waiting for this kiss, even if she didnt think she was ever going to get it. (stay tuned for pt.2)
And I was gonna say that too, tbh! Like...they didn't need much to shift at all- theyve always been pretty comfy with each other and to the outside viewer it probably doesnt look like anything at all has changed unless they spot some nuances (like couch hand holding, aaliyah not complaining when the guy touches her, even if he grabs her by the waist or something, her sitting on his lap while watching a movie, etc) It just kind of...comes naturally. Liberating, as you say. Just...everything is right for once. (Also don't mind me but I totally wouldn't mind if this became non-hypothetical, if ya know what I mean, hueh hueh. //rubs my grubby raccoon hands together/).
The stupidity becomes endearing in a way, exactly as you say ("my big pink dumbass").
No, I don't think she's going to be bothered by it if he's honest about it (and as long as he saves his sweetest parts for her, you know? Like don't go confiding in strangers when you have a perfectly good girlfriend here to cuddle with.) The issue that destroyed her and Samael's relationship, besides the politics, was the lying to cover the hookups and the using and emotional abuse. It wasn't the fact that Sam was sleeping around, its the fact that she was the last to know, usually through other people. And what a shitty feeling is that. So even if he still has trouble with the deep conversation portion or the relationship, as long as he isn't lying to her face on petty shit, she wont make a big deal about it. Maybe even jokes about it when he tells her. ("Oh, cool. So is that the one you were talking about organizing the threesome with?") And that is to say that although she herself isn't someone to sleep around, I could see her branching out herself, once or twice. Lol (also speaking of which if we are going down this road she 'll likely tell him about that whole relationship fiasco, get ready for that can of worms kysme)
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