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otomehoneyybearr · 21 days

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Keith VS Kagari

The Beast Tempts the Little Rabbit Episode 2

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Ep 1 | Ending | Epilogue

*Keith: "Hunting someone down...?"

Keith: "...Is such thing a common occurrence?"

Kagari: "It is in Kogyoku."

Keith: "..."

(Oh, there's a crease between Prince Keith’s eyebrows...)

Kogyoku is a country in turmoil. While there may be areas with good security depending on the territory, the overall situation isn't good.

(Perhaps the normal in Kogyoku is different from what I consider normal.)

Kagari: "Don't worry, there won't be a war. I just need stop a negotiation from happening."

Kagari: "But, it's not so minor of an offense that I can just let things slide either."

Glancing at the sword leaning against the table seemed to send a chill that caressed my heart.

Keith: "...I get the gist of it. I'll help with your search."

Keith: "But just one thing, please understand that this is Jade, not Kogyoku.

Keith: "If anyone poses as a threat to my people, I intend to impose the appropriate punishment, even if it's you, Kagari."

Keith: "Understand?"

(He's completely different from his usual self.)

The gentle and calm demeanor is gone, and his voice carries a royal dignity, making the atmosphere tense.

Kagari: "I understand."

Kagari: "I've been told this every time I come to Jade, I'm getting tired of hearing it."

(So coming to Jade for troublesome reasons is not something new.)

Thinking about it, I can't help but feel a bit sorry for Prince Keith.

Keith: "Finding them quickly is also in the interest of the city's safety."

Keith: "Kagari, can you tell me the description of the person you're looking for?"

Kagari: "A male merchant with black hair, and his height is—

(Wait, could it be…?)

…..

Keith: "Emma."

Emma: "Wah...!"

Keith: "S-Sorry! I got too close, didn't I? I didn't mean to startle you."

Keith, moving his chair back with a jump, coughed softly, his eyes darting around.

Keith: "While Kagari was talking, you had a troubled look on your face, so I got curious."

Emma: "Well... I thought the person Kagari was looking for resembled the one I bumped into earlier in the city."

Kagari: "Where did he go?"

I relayed the location of the collision and how the man disappeared into the mansion along the deserted street.

Keith: "I believe there's a charity party being held at that mansion."

Kagari: "The mansion’s within the event area. It's perfect for slipping into the crowd and taking hostages if something happens."

Keith: "..."

Kagari: "Just kidding. You'll get wrinkles on your forehead with that expression. Lighten up."

Keith: “I think I already have wrinkles.”

(Kagari's jokes never sound like jokes...)

Kagari: "Thank you for the meal."

With a dignified posture, Kagari clasped his hands together, leaving only an empty plate in front of him.

(All those dorayaki ended up in his stomach...)

(Is he a sweet tooth, or just a big eater? Or maybe it’s just dorayaki he indulges in?)

Kagari: "Keith, do we need an invitation for the party?"

Keith: "No, it should be open to anyone."

Kagari: "Then there's no issue."

Emma: "You’re going in?"

Kagari: "Since we don't know if he's still in the mansion, it wouldn’t be wise to wait for him to come out."

Kagari: "And I'd rather not waste effort for no gain."

Kagari: "So, Princess."

Emma: "Hmm?"

He grabs my hand abruptly.

Keith: "Just a moment, Kagari."

This time, Prince Keith grabs my other hand.

Keith: "What are you planning to do with Emma?"

Kagari: "She'll be accompanying us to the party."

(...What?)

Kagari: "It’d be easier to blend in at a party with a her than with another man."

Kagari: "And if something happens, it'd be easier for me to protect her."

(I’m going too!?)

…..

A few hours later—

Keith: "Emma, I want you to hit me."

Emma: "I not going to hit you."

I accepted Kagari's offer and came to the charity party.

Standing next to me, was Prince Keith with a visibly apologetic expression, and his eyebrows furrowed.

Keith: "But I got you involved in trouble. I need to get punched once on the cheek and once in the stomach to make it fair."

Keith: "Oh, but then your beautiful hand would turn red. I’ll need to compensate you with something else."

Kagari: "Let me do it. I'm used to throwing punches."

Kagari, who stood on the opposite side of Prince Keith, slightly leaned toward me.

(Even though we've only known each other for a few hours, it surprising how quickly we've grown so close...)

Emma: "I appreciate both of your concern for me."

Emma: "However, I don't feel like I've been dragged into trouble at all, so please don't worry."

Emma: "I haven't thanked either of you yet for picking up my wallet or for help me earlier, so..."

Emma: "I'm actually grateful for the opportunity to be of help to guys."

Keith: "Emma..."

Emma: "Besides, if something bad is about to happen, I want to stop it too."

Emma: "You can trust that I have the courage and determination to overcome whatever comes our way."

I clenched a fist to show my determination.

Kagari: "That's the kind of spirit we're looking for. Well done, Princess."

Keith: "Emma, you can rest assured that we will keep you safe."

Keith: "Thank you for agreeing to do this. Let's work together until we find the person we're looking for."

Emma: "Right, I will do my best. And thank you."

The uncertainty vanished from Prince Keith’ face and was replaced by relief.

(Alright, let's find him.)

I discreetly scan the room, searching for the targeted man.

Since entering the mansion, I had been carefully observing my surroundings, but there didn't seem to be anything suspicious about the party itself.

Unaware of any shady dealings happening behind the scenes, the participants seem to be enjoying themselves.

Woman: "Hey, do you think it’s okay for me to approach them?"

Woman: "But they’re already with a lady. Which gentleman is her companion?"

Woman: "W-well, it couldn’t be both, could it...?"

(Sure enough, it’s conspicuous having two men with one woman!)

(But we don’t know what kind of mischief Kagari might cause if he’s alone.)

(And Prince Keith advised against me being alone with Kagari, saying he would push me to my physical and mental limits.)

Both of them had strikingly handsome features, which made us even more noticeable, and I couldn't let my guard down while pretending to be a lady.

(But for now, it doesn't seem like we're being watched too closely.)

Keith: "Here you go, Emma."

Prince Keith, who was next to me, offers me a glass.

Emma: "Oh, thank you. I was actually feeling a bit thirsty."

Keith: "Really? Me too. Luckily, that servant happened to pass by us."

Keith: "Is non-alcoholic okay for you too, Kagari?"

Kagari: "Yeah. Just in case."

(Just in case?)

While pondering this question, I take a sip from the glass I received.

(Mmm! This drink is deliciously sweet and sour.)

It had a refreshing aftertaste, and it seemed to loosen up the tension and fatigue that I hadn't even realized I was feeling.

(Maybe I was too tense.)

I silently thank Prince Keith for his subtle kindness.

Kagari: "..."

Emma: "Um, what's the matter, Kagari?"

Feeling a sudden gaze from beside me, I lift my head.

Kagari looks me up and down for a while —

Kagari: "You're cute, Princess."

Emma: "Is there some meaning behind that compliment?"

(While it's nice to receive praise, it's so sudden that I can't help but suspect there might be something more to it.)

Kagari: "I just remembered being taught to compliment people these types of situations."

(I see, it's just social etiquette.)

Keith: "Setting aside what was just said, I've been thinking the same thing as Kagari.”

Keith: "Emma, every dress you tried on looked great."

Keith: "That light-colored dress with abundant lace was also cute. Oh, and the next one you tried on—"

With a furrowed brow, Keith smiles softly, making my heart flutter.

(That's right. There’s another thing other than the dresses that was chosen for me.)

Remembering, I touch my chest.

There, a brooch depicting cherry blossoms with pale pink gems and pearls sparkled.

Kagari: "It's small, but surprisingly eye-catching."

Kagari: "Seems we found a flower that suits you besides roses."

Emma: "I'm happy to hear you say that, since you’re the one who chose it for me."

Keith: "But it was unexpected. For you to pick out a brooch for someone else?"

Kagari: "It might come in handy in case you encounter an enemy alone, Princess."

(Oh...)

Keith: "Kagari... perhaps that’s the main reason you gave it to her?"

Kagari nodded as if it were obvious.

Kagari: "Aim for the opponent's eyes with the brooch pin and create an opportunity to escape."

Kagari: "Remember, hesitation can be fatal. When you strike, do it decisively. Got it?"

Emma: "...I'll keep that in mind."

(To think that was the reason... it's oddly like Kagari.)

(But considering the color and design of the dress didn't clash,)

(He probably didn't choose this brooch just to create an opportunity to escape.)

That small gesture of thoughtfulness seemed to further motivate me.

(Are they still in the mansion...?)

I tidied my slightly disheveled hair in another room and headed to the dance hall where the two of them were waiting.

Since then, we've checked the dining room, the reception room, and the entrance, but found no clues.

(It's too early to give up.)

(We haven't seen every part of the mansion yet, so he could be on the other side of the dance hall—)

Man: "..."

(Th-there he is...!!)

Emerging from around the corner was undoubtedly the man I bumped into in the city.

My heart races with excitement and tension at the sudden appearance.

(He's heading deeper into the mansion. I need to inform the two of them quickly.)

(But it might be better to figure out where he's going first.)

I took a step forward.

(―Huh!?)

At that moment, someone suddenly pulled me back.

▼・ᴥ・▼

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tongue-like-a-razor · 2 years

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Movie Nights with Bradley Bradshaw

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Reader

Summary: Headcanon in which you have popcorn movie nights once a week with your aviator friends.

CW: None, just a bit of fluff

A/N: I feel like I haven't posted Rooster content in a while so I thought I'd share this idea with y'all even though it obviously isn't fully formed. Let me know if you're interested in other half-baked ideas and headcanons 😅

Also, the season of scary movies is upon us, so I thought this might be fitting. Enjoy!

Week 1: Bradley likes you so he sits as far away from you as humanly possible. You take the centre of the couch, flanked by Phoenix and Bob. Bradley takes the floor.

Week 2: Bradley offers to grab your drink (and everybody else’s so it doesn’t appear suspicious). He sits on the same couch as you this time, but he’s in the corner. When Phoenix stands to use the bathroom and there’s a gap between you and him, he gives you a small smile and you offer him some popcorn. He takes a handful from your bowl, so you shift closer to share. When Phoenix returns, she’s wearing a smug smirk.

Week 3: You plop down onto the couch beside Bradley, completely unaware of how alarmed he is at the idea of sitting beside you throughout the entire evening. He's very still for the majority of the time, although you do end up occasionally rubbing shoulders and, by the end of the night, Bradley is both elated and extremely frustrated.

Week 4: Bradley sits down next to you, handing you your favorite drink. He gives you a sheepish grin when both Phoenix and Bob decide to join you on the same couch, squeezing you and Bradley into the corner. It’s a scary movie, so you end up gripping Bradley’s arm for the better part of the evening, hiding your face behind his shoulder a few times.

"You're missing the best part," he says with a massive grin.

"Tell me when the best part is over," you whimper.

He rubs your back with his hand, chuckling into your hair as you squeal. Anytime the film becomes too frightening and you press your body into his side is the best part in his books.

You're watching the screen with an anxious expression and the moment the music swells, you turn away frantically, burying your face into Bradley's neck.

He holds still, afraid that any movement on his part might scare you off – more even than the slasher flick. When he feels your body tense up against his at the sound of the screams coming from the television, he puts his hand over yours on your lap, squeezing it gently in his grasp. "You're okay," he mutters, his mouth right over your forehead.

You clutch his hand as his thumb sweeps lightly over your knuckles, and he weaves his fingers through yours, trying to relax your grip. You murmur something incoherent into the crook of his neck and Bradley closes his eyes, his embrace tightening around your shoulders. "Just so you know," you say in a soft voice. "You're not allowed to leave me alone tonight."

Bradley lets out a slow breath over your face. "Wouldn't dream of it," he responds.

A/N: I dunno guys, this concept has been bouncing around in my head and I wanted to get it down so I wouldn't be tempted to write a whole story around it haha Hope you liked it!

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ticklish-n-stuff · 1 year

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Hi hi!! Would you write a fic between Eichi and Tatsumi..? ( Maybe Ler! Eichi & Lee! Tatsumi? )

I was thinking since they’re friends, maybe they get the opportunity to spend time together & Eichi ends up discovering Tatsumi’s ticklishness. Since they didn’t get to spend a lot of time together from when they met in the hospital, Eichi decides that its a “bonding moment” between them.. 🥳

Featherary day 2: OH

Have I ever written Tatsumi before? I don't think so, so I hope this is okay.

I hope you like it :3

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Tatsumi x Eichi (interpret as you wish)

Lee: Tatsumi

Ler: Eichi

Warnings: Tickles! Idk why I used they pronouns for Aira, but I'm digging it xd

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Tatsumi casually strolled on over to Aira's dorm, wanting to talk to the younger one about some things related to ALKALOID's next live. He knocked on the door and hear a soft 'come in'. He softly opened the door, only to find Eichi all in his lonesome.

"Oh, Eichi! Is Aira not here?".

"They left a little while ago, but they should be back soon".

"Oh well sorry to intrude, I can come back later".

"Nonsense! I don't mind you waiting here. Besides, it's been a while since we've spent some time together" Eichi smiled at the other, patting the spot next to him on his bed.

Tatsumi felt a bit hesitant but eventually sat down next to the blonde. Of course, Eichi quickly picked up on his nervousness.

"You don't have to be so tense, y'know? I'm not gonna eat you" Eichi softly chuckled as he playfully poked the grennette's side

"Oh!" Tatsumi exclaimed in surprise at the soft poke against his side. He looked over at the blonde, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks.

Eichi looked at him with a brow raised, until he realized what had happened "Are you perhaps... ticklish?~".

Tatsumi stammered over his words, not expecting such playfullness from Eichi, only for his thoughts to be interrupted when he felt nimble fingers walking up his stomach.

"W-wait! T-that t-tihihickles...!" silly Tatsumi exclaimed the obvious, he felt too ticklish to properly think straight as giggles started pouring out of his mouth. He softly tried to swat away at Eichi's hands, not because it bothered him, he just genuinly didn't know how to react.

"Well, it's supposed to tickle" Eichi smiled at him like a kid pulling a harmless prank as he softly squeezed at his hips.

"GYAH-!" Tatsumi yelped as he fell flat against Eichi's bed, the other not wasting any time as he positioned himself on top of his waist. "W-wahait! W-we can talk about thihihis!".

Eichi wasn't even touching him and he was already a giggling mess, the blonde couldn't help but chuckle from amusement.

"Oh, but there's nothing to talk about. I just wanna hear you laugh~" and with that, Eichi playfully dug into Tatsumi's sides, causing him to squeal in laughter.

"WAHAHAIT! I-I'M VERY TICKLISH THEHEHERE!" no one could've expected such bold reactions from the usually calm priest, not even Eichi. That just made him want to mess with him even more. He found Tatsumi's reactions both entertaining and intriguing.

"Really? I didn't notice" the blonde playfully rolled his eyes as his fingers climbed up Tatsumi's ribs, until reaching his armpits. Softly scratching at the sensitive hollows.

"WAH-! PFFT! AHAHAHAHAHA! E-EICHIHIHI...!" Tatsumi's voice fell deaf as he got lost in his obnoxious laughter, clamping his arms down as tight as he could as he squirmed from side to side with what little room he had to work with.

Eichi could only smirk teasingly as he kept tormenting his friend under him. A little while passed until the pair got interrupted when the door suddenly swung open.

"I'm baaaack- What're you two doing? Am I interrupting something?! I'm sorry!" Aira exclaimed, feeling embarrassed on having walked into... whatever it was they were doing.

Eichi instantly got off of Tatsumi, both of them blushing heavily at the awkward encounter. There was an awkward silence for a moment before Tatsumi cleared his throat "Actually, I was looking for you, Aira. Hiiro and Mayoi wanted to go over some details of our next live...".

"O-okay..." Aira and Tatsumi walked out of the room, not before Tatsumi looked back at Eichi for a moment, whom sent him a teasy look, causing Tatsumi to feel even more flustered.

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I feel like the ending is ass, but I still hope you like it regardless 😖

#enstars #ensemble stars #tickle fic #enstars tickle #enstars tickle fic #ensemble stars tickle #ensemble stars tickle fic #tatsumi kazehaya #eichi tenshouin #lee!tatsumi #ler!eichi #featherary 2023

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keithebrainrot · 1 year

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Cross Stitch

Oh look Kei remembered how to write.. ANYWAYS.. this is a piece as part of Hetsu’s Gift Exchange!

Ship: BOTW!Link and BOTW!Zelda

Warnings; none really? Mute!Link - he communicates via sign, Zelda might be a bit OOC with the swearing. The format is a little janky

Words: 710.. quite short and sweet

Anyways.. enough out of me! Enjoy!

‘Ok, ok.. Over, under tie the knot and - AAGH’ The knitting needles fell out of Link’s normally dexterous hands with a clatter against the wood of his porch, accompanying the sound of his inner monologue for what felt like a lifetime. In reality it had been at most a couple of hours.

Link crouched over in his seat with a tense inhale as he reached for the needles and blue wool which had fallen moments earlier and his brain whirred to life yet again…

‘Over, under.. Loop-the-loop and pull..? No! Agh! That’s shoelaces!” They threw the work into their lap with a huff.

To an outsider this would be incredibly decent progress; it was clear that the soft item he was working on was a scarf with yellow,sage and blue wool interwoven intricately to create an almost spring-blossom meadow illusion. However to an impatient perfectionist like Link - it was about as useful as a skeletal Bokoblin arm.. Which to be fair he had found to be pretty useful! OK.. so bad example but you get the picture.

The point is - if it wasn’t perfect immediately - then it was worthless. Given this is a gift for Zelda, it has to be absolutely beyond the realm of perfection and when you’re an adventurer who sacrificed fashion for survival - that was quite the quest.

Link leaned all the way back in the seat he had brought out to his porch to knit in the crisp winter air and brought his arms up to sign one simple word:

‘Shit’ He dropped his hands with a sigh.“LINK! Watch your fucking language people can see you!” Link almost fell backwards out of seat in shock- thankfully Zelda rushed to help him stay upright, the knitting fell to the floor once again. “Wah! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” Zelda fussed, pulling him out of the seat and dusting him off. Link pulled her away at arms length and signed ‘I’m ok’ with a half-hearted grin.

“Good! Well I was at the market just now and I got you some more glass bottles,some fresh herbs and some - OH! And I ran into Mrs. Itho, you know over on the hill, and she-” As Zelda brushed past Link rambling about her day Link’s eyes fell to the once again discarded knitting and he was just contemplating kicking it off the side of the porch to be swallowed by the trench he dug to funnel rainwater when-

“Link?” He was brought out of his daze by Zelda. “Are you alright, my love?”

The tips of his ears tinted themselves a warm shade of red as always with any pet name from Zelda, as he looked away signing ‘I’m fine’ once again. Given he’d turned his head he missed Zelda briskly moving around their counter towards where he stood… beelining for his line of sight.

“No you’re not! You’re usually quite daydream-y but you always listen to me talk about my da- What’s this?” Link’s head shot up as he clocked Zelda carefully holding his unfinished…. Whatever it is in her hands delicately, her thumbs grazing the material. “Link? Are you.. Knitting?”

Link's hands frantically began to sign excuses.

‘No! It’s um..’

‘It’s not what you think!’

‘It;s something for my travels in the colder terrain.’

‘I can.. .start it again.’

Zelda just stood staring at her beloved doofus and moved forward to grasp his wrist and lower his hands to clasp together in front of him. Link watched on carefully as she tied off the last stitch with unbelievable grace, set the needles down on the chair and carefully extended the length of the scarf in her hands.

“There we go.” She mumbled softly to herself as she moved her hands to wrap the garment around her neck. “Oh Link! It’s lovely!” She brought one end to her cheek and rubbed it against her cheek. “Thank you!”

Link looked on with the most lovesick expression on his face as he slowly brought his hands up to sign ‘You’re welcome, beloved.’. Zelda smiled softly and gently held his hands again - only to pull him to her, this time, into a gentle kiss.

As she pulled back and slowly let go of his hands to make her way inside, Link decided he could learn that maybe things don’t need to be immediately perfect - as long as someone else could appreciate his efforts perhaps he could as well.

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baby-bunny-san · 2 years

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IkeGen: "Sweet newlywed life" Event - Akihito/Sutokuin

Premium End

Everything below belongs to Cybird

Translation does not correct entirely

Spoiler warning!!!

Akihito: Yoshino!

Akihito-sama, with an unusually tense expression, stretched out his hand to----

(.…Ah)

Being held in his arms, I managed not to fall down

Yoshino: I’m sorry, I overdid a bit

I put my hand on Akihito-sama’s chest and tried to stand on my own feet, but a sharp voice stopped me

Akihito: Don’t overdo it

Yoshino: B..But…..

(Wah)

The moment I was about to say it was okay, my body floated gently… Before I knew it, I was being held by Akihito-sama

Yoshino: Ah, Akihito-sama…!

Akihito: Shh. Be quiet

I followed his gentle voice and reflectively shut my mouth. Perhaps sensing my restlessness, Akihito-sama smiled a little mischievously

Akihito: I’m going to take you to a place where you can rest. Children who don’t listen to what I say will be punished here. Do you want me to do it?

(Oh, yeah)

A sigh mixed with laughter touched the edge of my ear…

I shook my head many times to disperse the sweet sensation that was running up my spine

Yoshino: I will listen to you!

Akihito: Nn, good girl

Akihito-sama slowly began to walk

(The smile just now was serious…!)

Perhaps I shook my head vigorously, my head felt dizzy again

Finally giving up, I decided to entrust myself to Akihito-sama. By the time we reached a quiet hill, my eyes and limbs were completely healed. This time, I stood on my own feet and faced Akihito-sama

Yoshino: I’m fine now. I’m sorry to bother you

Akihito:…

Yoshino: Then… thank you for your concern

Akihito: …Are you a child?

(Eh?)

There was a laugh that resembled a sigh

(Akihito-sama made such a face, it’s rare)

When I was perplexed by the expression that I don’t often see, Akihito-sama’s hands wrapped around me

Yoshino: Akihito-sama?

Akihito: Yoshino…

My heartbeat faintly beat to the warmth that came from my cheeks

(Ah)

The next moment, I opened my eyes wide as my cheeks were lightly pinched

Yoshino: W-what?

Akihito: Punishment

Letting go of my hand, Akihito-sama peers into my face]

Akihito: I was hoping this trip would give you a break, but you’ve been pushing yourself too hard these days

(Ugh…)

Lately, I’ve been putting too much effort into studying so that I’m suitable as Akihito’s wife. It was only recently I realized that

Akihito: Did you notice it yourself?

Akihito-sama tilted his head gracefully while still staring at me

(Akihito-sama, maybe you’re a little angry…)

Akihito: I’m not angry

Yoshino: Eh

As I blinked at the words that seemed to read my mind

Akihito: Yoshino

Akihito-sama reassured me with a smile and gently hugged me

Akihito: I think I know what you’re thinking and why you’ve been reading and studying until late lately

(!… I thought I was hiding it, but you already knew)

I listened to the voice of my beloved with a feeling of relief and embarrassment to be known

Akihito: I love you as a man. Being my wife will also mean taking on many invisible responsibilities. We were born and raised in different places, and have different values

Yoshino: Akihito-sama

(I already knew that, but…)

Yoshino: Still, I want to know about you

Akihito: Yeah, I know

Akihito-sama once again tightly hugged me as I cling to him

(Akihito-sama)

In the eyes that looked at me, there was a heartrending love

Akihito: I know everything, and on top of that, I’m a greedy man who won’t let you go. Because you’re my partner who has contracted me with body, mind, and even soul

Yoshino: Me too… hmm

My lips that were about to open to convey my feelings were blocked by the person I love in front of me. After just touching it, Akihito-sama narrowed his eyes at the mischief

Akihito: I’ll always tell you what I know. That’s why It’s forbidden to shut yourself in the library… if you fall down, you know what I mean, right?

Yoshino: Y-yes!

(I don’t want you to worry anymore… Akihito-sama is the kind of person who does what he says he will do)

I obediently shook my head

Akihito: Good

Akihito-sama’s lips, which seemed satisfied, gently touched me again

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After that, I felt completely calm----

Akihito-sama and I went to the hot spring near the inn

(Yes, it has the effect of recovering from fatigue)

When I sighed let out a sigh at the comfort of the hot water, Akihito-sama next to me gave a small laugh

Akihito: I’m glad you’re feeling good

Yoshino: Ah….

In the hot water, I was stunned by the bare skin I touched as I was gently hugged in the hot water

Akihito: Since when have I been relaxing with you like this?

Yoshino: Um, sure…

Thinking about what happened after we exchanged vows

(I was so busy that I didn’t have much time to be alone with you… ah)

(It’s been the first time since the night after our marriage that I have been with Akihito-sama)

Akihito: Yoshino?

Yoshino: N-no…

Once I noticed it, I couldn’t calm down because I was worried about Akihito-sama next to me

Akihito: I want you to always be aware of me as a man like that

(Ah…)

Putting his hand on my embarrassed cheeks, Akihito-sama smiled softly

Akihito: From now on, we will spend a long time together. For me, no matter how old you’re, you’re my most beloved women

While touching our skin, Akihito-sama’s eyes approached

(.…N,nm)

From the beginning, the love that was given to me was deep and hot--------

His tongue traced the weak spots in my mouth, and my body was lit with an irresistible heat

#ikemen games #ikemen series #cybird ikemen #ikemen genjiden #ikegen #ikegen akihito #ikegen sutokuin #ikemen translation #ikemen spoiler

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OPM manga chapter 119 Review: A Conspiracy?

Buckle up, this review gets long. I was away on family business for a few days so I missed this one’s drop. It’s meant though that I’ve had longer to ponder my thoughts.

Core take away for me is that like Hellfire Flame and Gale Wind trying to recruit Sonic set us up to better understand the Ninja arc when it showed up in the webcomic, this ‘glimpse behind the scenes’ at the conspiracies brewing sight unseen is foundation for what will burst into the open later, apparently from nowhere.

Anyway, onto the review. Much more under the cut. First though, One-Shotter is still alive! Looks like his mechanised parts are much more extensive than initially appeared.

I tell you, it doesn’t pay to be a cyborg hero in OPM. It’s just inviting gratuitous cruelty into your life.

Soon Gets Sooner

This chapter, I honestly expected Drive Knight to just leave with Nyan and stay the international Cyborg of Mystery he'd been to date. But he stuck around to talk to Sekingar and what we got was a glimpse indeed to the mystery plot that has been brewing from the very start.

We find out just why Drive Knight has a 100% win record: he never, ever fights unless he has carefully studied and formulated an excellent battle plan. Even if it means sacrificing his fellow heroes like pawns.

And then things get weird. After offering data on the strong monsters in the MA, Drive Knight changes the subject to asking Sekingar about the state of the Hero Association, being very interested in just which capable heroes were left available to respond and whether or not Blast was likely to attend if the Hero Association were attacked. And then Drive Knight went into full tin-foil hat conspiracy mode, painting the loss of the Metal Knight as a deliberate action by Dr Bofoi to gift the Monster Association with the way to take out the Hero Association.

When Sekingar spoke of not expecting the support heroes to carry out their mission without injury, I’m sure he couldn’t have imagined ending up a casualty. When he tries to call the Hero Association to check, none other than G5 shows up to shoot his hand off. As G5 approaches, Drive Knight makes no move to either attack G5, claiming lack of power, nor to protect Sekingar. Even in extremis though, Sekingar is still thinking about the support team, the hostage, and what action he could yet take. Truly, a hero is being forged before our eyes. He just has to survive the experience.

‘Why not me?’ That’s the central question heroes ask themselves.

Fee, Fi, Do, Fum, Cinderella's At The Ball

We'd seen Garou, who I'd dubbed Sleeping Beauty awaken from his unconsciousness. With a roar, he pummelled PPP into the ground.

Cyborg Cinderella, whom we'd left vacuuming and washing dishes while the others went ahead, may be attending the ball late, but his entrance was no less spectacular. With timing worthy of Saitama himself, just in time, one mighty kick all but split G5 in half, arriving so fast the robot barely had time to register his presence. It's interesting what summoned him; Saitama's punch may have gotten his attention, but it was G5's energy signature that really got him on scene.

Insane kicks, flips -- and upgrades

Kuseno magic extends to clothes: the last time he used Jet Drive Arrow, he ended up naked. Now Genos isn't just very fashionably dressed, but his raiments are fire-resistant and wonderfully form-hugging. Until the clock strikes twelve (or ten in his case), he is here to cut some terrifying shapes.

And now all the pieces are in play.

The chapter ends suddenly and ominously. On one side, we have Genos asking, looking about as cunning as a newborn lamb, what’s going on:

On the other, if it’s possible for an expressionless face to look unamused, then the very cunning Drive Knight looks most unamused:

Meta: “The enemy of my enemy is my enemy's enemy. No more. No less.”

-- from the webcomic ‘Schlock Mercenary’ (more here)

I’d wondered why ONE had split Genos off from the rest, in difference to the was he’d gone together with the rest in the webcomic. It was definite that ONE intended to test Genos in a situation where he had no support, bu the potential for him to discover something new and relevant to his quest is the last thing I expected.

A peek behind the scenes indeed! Where from and why Genos came to fetch up at Saitama’s door in chapter 7, telling a tale of evil cyborgs and total extermination, we know not. It’s seemed increasingly far-fetched as nearly nothing happened with that storyline and the monsters we meet have nothing to do with the sort of intelligences behind any such cyborg. It’s led to some, too many, fans claiming that in that absence the ‘mad’ cyborg must be Genos himself -- in a twist of logic too stupid for real life [Then again, the typical SF story seems to be written by an individual who never met an actual human being...]. I don’t know about the veracity of 90% of what Drive Knight said, but there is a conspiracy indeed.

So, now we get to understand a bit more about Drive Knight. It’s something I’ve long wondered about:

The thing about Drive Knight is that he hasn't told us who he is yet. At present, he's a blank slate for whom many alignments are possible without betraying who he is. He could be entirely a hero, just acting in ways that are more independent than most would appreciate. He could be a member of The Organization, acting as a mole in the Hero Association. He could be an entirely amoral person, aligning himself to one group or another as suits his goals and all would be consistent with what we don't know about him. Once he declares who he is, we'll be down to many fewer possibilities. -- myself, Reddit post

“Everything that can be used must be used.” With that, Drive Knight has finally told us who he is. He is highly calculating and will use anything he can to achieve his ends. At the expense of anyone and anything.

What to make of all of this? One thing we can be certain of. Drive Knight really hates Bofoi, considers him a threat and reads the worst possible motives into his actions. He wastes no time in trying to sew suspicion about Bofoi whenever possible. Why? We don’t know.

At its most benign, Drive Knight may be like Zombieman and the House of Evolution, seeing evil in Metal Knight and a grand conspiracy where none actually exists. A less benign possibility is that Drive Knight may be projecting his ambitions onto Metal Knight and describing what he fears Metal Knight has in possession in order to thwart them (whoever ‘them’ is).

Since we as readers have a quasi-omniscient view of the story, we know that quite a lot of what Drive Knight said about Metal Knight is factually wrong. We know that he is wrong bout the circumstances under which Bofoi lost the Metal Knight. We know that he is wrong about its fate. We know most of all that he is absolutely wrong about Bofoi wanting the capable heroes scattered or defeated. Dr. Bofoi has been furious with the Hero Association executives for risking the lives of any heroes raiding the Monster Association precisely because he feared what might happen if the ranks of the heroes were thinned.

Interesting that G5 is definitely its own entity! Once I realised that the tactical transformations formed around Drive Knight, I’d started to entertain the possibility that the two of them were the same. That said...

I could well understand Drive Knight having done his own work to understand the nature of the strong monsters actually in the Monster Association base. However, there is one piece of information G5 has that it could not have reasonably obtained without Drive Knight sharing it.

When they ran off a second time, they ran off separately. More pertinently, there’s no reason for G5 to show Sekingar this information: it puts psychological pressure on him, but if G5 just wants to kill him, there’s no point to it. Instead, Drive Knight drawing attention to the support team and G5 drawing attention to the hostage act as a double-team interrogation to see if Sekingar has some way yet of reaching Blast in time of most extreme need.

We’ve also learned that Blast is all but retired. It falls into line with what we've gleaned from the webcomic and suggests that he's quite old.

He's just a poor boy from a poor family: spare him his life! (and limbs)

Dr Kuseno's occasionally prodding Genos to not forget his primary task of finding the 'mad' cyborg, as well as his warning not to fight it alone both make great sense. In OPM, you get good at what you actually practice. Fighting monsters as a hero has been very useful for Genos developing raw fighting prowess. It has done nothing to prepare him to face the cruel, conniving, and creative people that the not-quite-mad cyborg and those behind him are. Watching Genos ask straightforwardly what the situation and contrasting it to Drive Knight's complicated narrative was to realise how painfully naive Genos is.

It's all very well to counsel non-engagement, but you deal with the monster before you: situations aren't neat and don't wait until you feel prepared. I'd hoped for another conversation between Genos and Drive Knight but this looks far more dangerous. I've no doubt that Genos won't die, but his participation in this battle could be VERY short.

So many ways this story could wend. A few that come to mind:

The most tragic:Drive Knight convinces Genos of his predicament, perhaps offering data on the cadres as a sweetener and Genos escorts him and the fallen heroes out of the war zone. As soon as Drive Knight is sure Genos is safely underground, he'll kill Sekingar... and probably the support heroes into the bargain. If he burns them, the only fire-wielder known is Genos. If he's really clever, catching up with Waganma and Food Battler, dragging them back and burning them too creates a compelling narrative of Genos (already suspected of colluding with the monsters) waylaying the support heroes as they tried to retreat and killing them all. Drive Knight can show up at the Hero Association and continue his activities. No witnesses, a convenient scapegoat, and near total freedom to carry on his agenda.

Mortal combat. No matter what changes to the webcomic ONE has planned, Genos isn't about to get killed, so Drive Knight is either going to have to run for it or else get killed. Knowing who Drive Knight is, there is no possibility that he would defeat Genos and leave the latter alive -- even if he were that careless, Genos announcing that any enemy that gives him trouble will find that he comes back very quickly and very much stronger would put paid to that. (yes, he’s so naive!) Either way, Drive Knight won't be working as a hero any longer. For Genos, victory is likely to be expensive -- he runs the risk of sustaining critical damage, which will force him to retreat, or of wasting precious, precious energy that he could really use later. Very interesting repercussions will definitely follow.

Hit him in the heroism. Drive Knight could use the heroes and Sekingar as hostages and get Genos to allow him to leave unmolested. He won't be coming back to the HA but it looks like he knows all he needs to. Genos won't like it, but as a person who has long established his willingness to take incredible punishment to protect others from harm, he won't have any other course of action. I suspect that this is the most likely outcome.

Whatever actually happens! Only ONE (and Murata) know. I know I need the next instalment!

Bonus question. Where is the cat? Drive Knight dropped it when G5 showed up and it hasn't been in evidence since.

#OPM #manga #review #meta #long #Drive Knight #Sekingar #Genos #heroes #yay Genos is back #and ominious #wah ending on such a tense moment #please be a little cunning Genos #just a little

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— JUJUTSU KAISEN EPISODE TWENTY ONE (PART TWO) || JAMAIS VU

↳ featuring : itadori yuji + fushiguro megumi + kugisaki nobara + gojo satoru from jujutsu kaisen

↳ warnings : EXTREME grammar issues

↳ form : story

↳ published : 27 april

↳ pronouns : she/her

↳ word count : 2.8k

↳ synopsis : within the jujutsu world, there were three famous clans to be aware of, the Kamo clan, Zenin clan and the Gojo clan. However, unknown to many sorcerers there was one last family that was known to be apart of the three, only for them to disappear after the golden era leading some to speculate that they had died in battle after the sealing of ryomen sukuna, but....

↳ previous episode : jujutsu koshien

↳ next episode : the origin of blind obedience

↳ barista’s notes : lets play a little game...find the genshin reference ╲ʕ·ᴥ·　╲ʔ

BEFORE READING, I NEED YOU TO BE AWARE OF THIS:

1. the whole story belongs to Gege Akutami and the credits go to them and them only.

2. the spell curses used belong to Tite Kubo due to them being the ‘Kidos’ being used on the manga and anime ‘Bleach’ - but none is mentioned in this chapter.

2.5. for the ‘cursed spells’/kidos (bleach) i will link this video here and tell you the time stamp to check out what i am intending to show - remember i add a few twist here and there by adding the katana to link with Y/N’s cursed technique : hopefully this video is slightly better...

3. if you are confused on anything, please don’t hesitate to message me since i know this whole thing is so confusing.

“May I ask why you are following me right now?”

At this moment in time, you were seated within a train in the Tokyo Underground Metro travelling to your planned destination wearing a white button-up shirt with the first two buttons loose since it was quite oversized that was tucked into a pair of wide-legged trousers since you didn’t want it to show at the bottom of your large oversized grey v-necked sweater with the final touch of a pair of Stan Smiths that Gojo had gifted you the second you entered the Gojo’s estate after packing the last of your things back at the Tokyo Metropolitan Curse Technical College - ‘think of it as a housewarming gift’ you remember him saying.

Speaking of Gojo…

“Why not~ It’s mine and your’s off-day, so let’s have a father-daughter day out together!” Gojo exclaimed in an excited tone, as he tilted his glasses down to look slightly down at you, showcasing his sparkling blue eyes with a cheeky smile planted on his face.

Turning your head to the side to look at him, you couldn’t help but want to snatch his glasses off and throw them across the other side of the train carriage since you have informed him all the time that you wanted to go on this outing of yours alone due to the fact that you wanted to clear your head about everything that has happened within the past week.

“Also, why the hell are those three following me?” you questioned in an annoyed whispered tone as you turned your head back to face forward before crossing your leg over your other one as you could sense the lingering but obvious trail of cursed energy from the other side of the carriage. However, you didn’t want to make it crystal clear that you knew Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki were sitting on the other end looking at you while trying to not be or look suspicious.

“Well, let’s just say they are worried about you~” Gojo answered before placing one of his hands on the top of your head before beginning to gently ruffle your hair causing you to relax from your tense posture since it left a somewhat warm feeling in your heart - you also have gotten used to this little action of his since he would do the same thing when you were walking around the estate.

“So where are you planning to go? I did jump on this train because you were going in it,” Gojo asked, as he fixed his glasses leading you to look up to find that the next stop was the stop you were looking for, causing you to stand up and walk towards the exit leading Gojo to follow since he was just going by your lead at this moment in time.

“Kiyose Station?” Gojo said in a curious tone, only for you to step out of the train the second the doors opened leading Gojo to follow you as well as the three first-years that were trailing you from behind, just a few feet away to not get caught by you - even though, you already knew that they were stalking you from behind.

‘Really...did these guys forget I can sense their cursed energy?’

“Yeah, I guess I never really told you that I come here every year…’ you quietly confessed, causing Gojo to look at you with a confused expression before wondering why you were willing to take an hour-long journey for something to come to every year on the same day.

“Is that so?” Gojo questioned before looking up to the sky as he took in a deep breath of the fresh air that he was able to obtain after a long journey in the underground train station.

From his view, the sky was quite clear making it known to him that you probably had checked the weather beforehand when you were planning to go wherever he was following you to, you were always the type to be somewhat prepared for the day from what he could remember from past outings. For example, when you and him came out of a cafe to find that it was raining, you immediately took out an umbrella and held it above you and him even when you knew he could use his infinity to protect himself from the wet droplets.

“Don’t use your technique too much, just use an umbrella, you drag,” he recalled you saying and to be honest, he was somewhat gleeful at the fact you treated him the way you did. It was like you cared for him but didn’t want to explicitly admit it or make it too obvious, he felt like you were treating him like he wasn’t above you in the jujutsu world, you were basically the reason why he could relax and get away from the gripping pressure of being ‘the strongest’ - instead, you gave him the role of a father figure that he wasn’t an ideal person for, but you could tell he was trying.

“You know we are here right, you’re too much in a daydream right now,” you announced causing Gojo to snap his head back down to see a simple fence gate in front of a massive and bright field of sunflowers looking at his way like they were greeting him with their yellow happy petals.

“A sunflower field?” Gojo asked in a confused tone causing you to give a somewhat deadpan expression before turning back around to open the gate before entering the large field with other guests already hiding within the mass of tall flowers as you could sense your triplet classmates coming closer.

“You know, I knew I had weird classmates, but I didn’t know how weird…” you mentioned, causing your adoptive father to start laughing before wrapping an arm around your shoulders as you both began to walk around to view the tall flowers that had been planted and grown for the season causing Gojo to somewhat come to the realisation that you had some fascination with flowers ever since he had come to meet you - except for your weird addiction to orange juice that he learned first.

“Wah~ the sunflowers are in full bloom~” Gojo excitedly beamed out, causing some visitors to look at the tall man with a surprised expression to then quickly turn into admiration when they realise how handsome the man looked causing you to cringe since this is what you wanted to avoid coming here.

“So why do you like flowers Y/N?” Gojo suddenly queried you causing you to turn your head up to look at him while continuing to stroll down the path you both were going at, leading you to begin questioning how your fascination with flowers came about and to be honest….

“I don’t know,” you answered in a low tone before turning back to view the beautiful display that was surrounding you with the warmth you needed right now. “I guess...it’s like a remedy...one that I need,” you further explained causing Gojo to look down at you with a small smile before turning his head back slightly over his shoulder to notice his over students a few feet back arguing about whatever they were talking about while trying to keep up with the both of you - it seemed like his unnecessary tall height somewhat helped them to scout both you and him.

“Also, the estate is so dull, you need some sort of colour, so I might as well buy some sunflowers here,” you quickly added, causing the strongest sorcerer to quickly snap his head back to look at you before childishly complaining how the estate looked fine and there was no need to judge the decor of the clan house you were living in at his current moment, only for you to counter his argument with how paintings weren’t helping and the empty antique vases were not going to fill themselves up magically.

“The servants can find flowers, you don’t need to do this yourself,” Gojo mentioned causing you to give him a side look before saying that you wanted to do this, leading Gojo to close his mouth quickly as he suddenly remembered how you would always help out even when they would try to push you away since they were worried about you over-working when you were emotionally recovering this week. He also recollected how you would just admit that you were used to doing chores yourself since you had lived alone for six years before he took you in.

Unexpectantly, you turned somewhere to the right causing Gojo to be somewhat surprised since he didn’t expect you to take a sudden different route, only for his eyes to come into the sudden appearance of a little market place where some people (especially some elders) selling vegetables, small accessories, flowers and what seemed to be some charms.

However, it seemed like you weren’t telling him where you were planning to start since you were now basically just guiding him to wherever you wanted to go - after all, it was his first time here and probably needed some guidance from you.

From behind, Itadori and Kugisaki were chatting about how they were going to stay hidden away from you, while Fushiguro looked exhausted with both of them by his side and somewhat knew that you knew they were following you since he remembered that you were able to sense people’s cursed energy like a tracking system - he even reminded both his classmates about this technique of yours and they flat out ignored it, not recalling his first lesson when him and Itadori were forced into a maid cafe while tailing their teacher.

“Gojo knows a lot of places, doesn’t she?” Kugisaki muttered in amazement as she spun around to obtain a 360-degree view of the sunflower scenery that they were at right now, leading Itadori to agree with her as he smiled happily at the bright-like atmosphere that was surrounding them right now.

“Fushiguro, look! There are so many!” Itadori beamed, leading Kugisaki smacking him on the head before informing him that he was being too loud and they were about to get caught causing Fushiguro to let out a sigh in slight annoyance.

‘I can tell she’s laughing at us, right now’ Fushiguro thought as he could see your shoulders going up and down like how they would when you would giggle.

As time went on, the trio kept tabs on you as you went from market stall to market stall to view those items that the sellers had for sale leading them to wonder what you were looking for since you never really took the time to bring out your wallet and pay for whatever the seller would pitch you.

“These are so cute, why didn’t she buy them?” Kugisaki questioned as she lifted up a pair of sunflower earrings that you had previously viewed causing the seller to start telling her how they made it and how beautiful they would look on her, while Fushiguro looked to the side peering at you and Gojo only to discover you at this one stall where the seasoned sunflowers were being sold.

However, before you could even ask the seller for a bouquet, a little girl sudden ran up to the stall asking their mother if they could get a sunflower, only for the worried woman to inform their child that they weren’t about to afford it due to them using the last of their money to pay for the food that they ate causing the little girl to quickly become quiet before turning back around to view the bright flowers that she wasn’t able to get with tears pending in her eyes.

“Excuse me madam, how much for two flowers?” you asked gently, causing the old woman being the stall to turn her head to look at you before answering your question with a price leading you to place a purchase while adding your bouquet to the order, causing the little girl standing beside you to look at you with a confused expression since she didn’t understand why you were buying a whole bouquet of her favourite flowers with two single ones alone.

While the woman was wrapping the last of the single sunflower she was preparing for you in the classic brown paper, you gently took the one she had finished before handing it to the small child that was by your side, causing her to look at the flower in complete awe before looking up at you, only to see a small but gently smile painted on your face.

“It’s for you,” you informed her in a light and soft tone, leading the girl to slowly take the bouquet away from your grasp before noticing how you were going to pay extra for the black ribbon tied around the flower as well as the white baby breaths that surrounded the single flower before giving the other single flower to them mother that was behind the child, causing the woman to look at you in shock before thanking you for the gift as she didn’t expect you to buy something for her as well after you gifted her daughter with what she wanted.

“What do you say to the nice lady, dear?” the mom questioned her daughter causing the little girl to look confused before realising what she meant as she jumped in excitement.

“Thank you so much, miss!” the girl cheered, causing you to smile at her before excitingly showing the mother the flower you had gifted her as you then turned back around to collect the bouquet that you had brought for yourself as you processed to give her the amount of money needed for the large purchase.

“Shame...and I thought you were giving one each to me and you…” Gojo muttered with a pout, causing you to give him a weirded-out side glance before scoffing in amusement.

“Never in a million years dad,” you answered in a teasing manner before making your way towards the trio that was at the stall behind you, leaving the strongest sorcerer shocked at what you had just said to him, as the duo of Itadori Yuji and Kugisaki Nobara screamed at your sudden appearance since they would they were in the clear, while Fushiguro was looking at you with a gentle but his usually stoic face as he somewhat found out about your side of kindness you had for other people.

“Gojo!” Itadori screamed, causing you to give them a small smile.

“So...care to explain why you have been following me since I left the estate? Why is it once you finally get a break from being a sorcerer, rather than taking a rest, you instead come to me?” you questioned in a sinister tone, causing all three of your classmates to shiver at the dark aura that was emitting itself from your body right now.

However, before they were even able to answer in their frightened state, Gojo suddenly launched himself at you from behind with tears in his eyes causing you to yell at him for his childish behaviour, only for him to wrap his arms around your shoulders before rocking you from side to side in pure happiness.

“You called me ‘dad’, come on, say it again! One more time!” Gojo requested in pure glee as tears of happiness streamed down his face with a silly smile, leading the trio behind you to look at the sorcerer with pure horror as you informed him that he was already asking you for too much as once was enough causing Gojo to complain in a childish voice again that ‘it wasn’t too much’ and that you have to say it again, almost causing you to smack the bouquet across his face.

“Let me go!” you yelled out, as you tried to pry Gojo’s arms that were around your shoulder while trying not to crease the flowers that you have just bought only for your adoptive father to cling onto you tighter to which caused your body to give up and you stood there with a disheartened expression on your face, completely forgetting that Itadori, Fushiguro and Kugisaki had followed you here as you had another issue to deal with.

While this was going on, Fushiguro couldn’t help but continue to recall the situation that had happened earlier between you and the little family, especially the small action of your hand going down to pass the flower to the little girl...as if a hand has reached down to him before leading little images of a hand passing him a bandage came into view, yet he didn’t seem to have any recollection of it...like a memory, he technically didn’t remember.

“Gojo?” Fushiguro called you out, causing you to turn to him while grasping on the bright sunflowers that were facing his way as if to give him encouragement to say what he was planning on asking you.

“What’s the opposite of Deja vu?”

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heyiwrotesomethings · 3 years

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Lepidoterophobia Prt. Three (Finale)

Shinobu Kochou x She/Her Reader

A/N: A couple of y’all asked real nice for kisses and you know what, that’s valid. Shinobu is such a tease though so she’s gonna make you work for it! Just not in the way you’d expect. It’s all fluff but get ready for some loving caresses and a massage at one point! It gets a little frisky, but nothing too explicit and sorry for the sub bottom energy but, come on, its Shinobu. I think this will be it for this little series. Thanks for liking it so much! <3 (Part One) (Part Two) Word Count: 4,977

(Y/n) had been recuperating within the Butterfly Estate for only two weeks before she felt as if she was about to lose her mind.

She still hadn’t been allowed to leave her bed. Only limited movement and changes in position to partake in very simple exercises and to avoid bed sores were permitted. What made it even more depressing was how the small movements would take the little energy she had right out of her. Then there was that disgusting medicine as well. (Y/n), quite literally, almost threw up the first time Aoi had given it to her. Aoi had scolded her good after that, going on about a special brewing process and rare ingredients; how Shinobu had worked tirelessly to make it for her.

Shinobu... Now, if (Y/n) had to assemble a list of reasons for the impending mental breakdown she felt coming on, Kochou Shinobu would be at the tippy top of that list.

She was an absolute tease! Lingering touches, no regard for personal space whatsoever. Then there was her downright devious way with words that could make (Y/n)’s skin heat intensely and her brain short circuit, leaving her completely out of commission for the rest of the day in some cases.

That was to be expected though, especially since this was Shinobu they were thinking about, and (Y/n) was fine with that. She wouldn’t want her any other way. However, despite all of the teasing, or because of all of the teasing rather, Shinobu and (Y/n) had yet to kiss, unless one counted nose and cheek kisses of course. There was no shortage of those sweet affections. And it wasn’t like (Y/n) hadn’t attempted on quite a few occasion to initiate a kiss herself, but her attempts had always been thwarted. If not by the sweet little girls of the estate interrupting the moment, then by Shinobu herself turning her head so (Y/n)’s lips would meet the soft skin of her cheek instead.

There were a few close instances, such as last night when Shinobu had come by to bid (Y/n) goodnight. She hovered over (Y/n)’s face, close enough that (Y/n) could feel the air leave Shinobu’s lips and wash over her own as she spoke. Unfortunately, (Y/n) had forgotten to actually pay attention to what Shinobu was saying, which led to more teasing.

After Shinobu had thoroughly roasted (Y/n), she delicately cupped the side of (Y/n)’s cheek, her cool and calloused thumb had skimmed over her lower lip, pulling it to the side slightly as Shinobu came closer still. Their noses brushed and (Y/n) almost forgot to breathe, her head muddled with the dizzying wisteria scent that clung to the other woman. (Y/n)’s eyes slid shut and her heart beat pounded in her ears. The feeling of Shinobu’s thumb as she made another pass over her lip was electric, fire, leaving a tingling feeling in its wake over the trembling flesh.

And then, a sweet yet chaste kiss to (Y/n)’s hairline and Shinobu rose back to her full height, an undisguised smirk and gleaming, mischievous eyes filled (Y/n)’s vision as her own eyes snapped open to look over the Hashira with a barely contained sense of betrayal. Shinobu’s pigeoned laughter rang in (Y/n)‘s ears for hours after the Hashira had retired to her own bedroom and (Y/n) awkwardly maneuvered herself in her own bed to yell into her pillow.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n), are you sleeping with your eyes open? What an unsettling habit.”

“Hm?” (Y/n) blinked, turning her head to see the devil herself smiling down at her. She looked unfairly angelic in the soft sunlight that was streaming through the window. “Sorry, I was just thinking.”

“Thinking about what?” Shinobu asked, taking a familiar perch on the edge of (Y/n)’s bed.

“Meh,” (Y/n) shrugged, willing the beating of her heart to not betray her, “Nothing. What were you saying earlier?”

Shinobu leveled a look at (Y/n) that could be clearly interpreted as saying something along the lines of, ‘I could easily grill you for the answers I want, but I’m feeling merciful at the moment so I’ll let it be’. “I had said good morning and asked you if you were ready for your light exercises. It was strange to see you look so focused. I’ll admit, I didn’t know your brain could work so hard. Don’t strain it too much though, okay?”

“Shinobu!” (Y/n) huffed, pursing her lips while Shinobu laughed at her cute expression.

“Oh don’t take it too hard, (Y/n). You know I’m just teasing. I think you’re quite intelligent,” Shinobu praised, leaning over to land a quick peck to (Y/n)’s forehead before pulling back up. “Now how about we sit you up, okay?”

“Okay,” (Y/n) couldn’t stop the small smile tugging at her lips in response to Shinobu’s affections, “I’m ready.”

(Y/n) strained her core, and with a little help from Shinobu pushing at her back, she managed to sit upright in bed without much fuss. Still, (Y/n) felt a little light headed from the excursion.

“Take a moment to focus on your breathing.” Shinobu said. She had noticed (Y/n) swallow thickly and rubbed her back in soothing circles. “Let me know when your ready to move to the edge of the bed.”

After a minute passed, (Y/n) nodded at Shinobu and slowly but surely they worked together so that (Y/n)’s legs dangled off of the side of the bed and her arms hung loosely at her sides. It had really surprised (Y/n) how quickly her health had deteriorated in the wake of the butterfly demon’s attack. Even her legs which had been her best asset to her survival that night, felt like lead now. Heavy and weakened like the rest of her body as her energy was sapped away to heal the most damaged areas.

“Let’s begin with your arms, shall we?” Shinobu spoke almost in a whisper, her mind undoubtedly returning to that hard night as well. “Can you lift them for me?”

(Y/n) fought against the heavy feeling in her arms. Thanking the gods for the absence of the snug slings she no longer had to wear constantly. Though she had to fight hard, the burn she felt as she raised her arms felt kind of good, like stretching a sore muscle. She only managed to raise her straightened arms so that her hands were about level with her navel before they started to tense and shake.

“Good, Just hold.” Shinobu coached. (Y/n) held the position for almost fifteen seconds before she let her arms fall back to her sides in a sharp exhale of air. “Well done. Take a couple breaths and try another rep, okay?”

(Y/n) made it through three more repetitions. Blood thrummed in her ears and a light sheen of sweat covered her forehead but she had done better than yesterday and that was all she could ask for. Next were the wrist rotations which were a welcome relief despite the slight discomfort (Y/n) felt reverberate in her elbows. Then the finger flexes and shoulder rolls solidified the poor slayer’s exhaustion, but at least that signified the end of her light stretches. Or so she thought.

“We should really stretch your legs a bit. They feel stiff, don’t they?” Shinobu inquired, inspecting (Y/n) from where she stood in front of her, a finger tapping against her chin as she spoke.

“They have been feeling rather stiff,” (Y/n) agreed, “but I’m sure if I tried to stand up right now I’d buckle over like a sack of rice.”

“No need to stand. Usually I’d get the younger girls to help with such things but it won’t take long, lean back,” Even as Shinobu spoke, she didn’t give (Y/n) enough time to move on her own, pushing her flat on her back with a gentle hand pressed firmly against (Y/n)’s chest near her collarbone.

“Wah- wait. Aren’t you going to talk me through it or— eep!” (Y/n) choked on her words as Shinobu worked her hips between (Y/n)’s legs which still dangled off the bed. (Y/n) felt her blood pressure skyrocket as the space between them completely disappeared.

One of Shinobu’s hands moved slowly, excruciating so, over (Y/n)’s thigh in a way that was entirely unnecessary.

“Are you alright, (Y/n)? I’m not hurting you am I?” Shinobu cooed while her hand disappeared under the backside of (Y/n)’s thigh.

“No!” (Y/n) squeaked, cursing the way her voice rose another octave above her normal cadence.

“Good, I hope we can keep it that way. Let me know if it gets to be too much, okay dear?”

It should be a crime to have a voice that can hold such power over a person like that. Shinobu could have told (Y/n) to climb to the top of Natagumo Mountain and jump off and she’d have done it, no questions asked. (Y/n) released a shuddering breath and nodded her response, unable to trust her own voice to reply without risk of further embarrassment.

Shinobu hummed and pushed up on the back of (Y/n)’s thigh, her hand naturally sliding up to the crook of the slayer’s knee as the leg rose up. Slowly, she began to push the knee inward towards (Y/n)’s chest. (Y/n) winced slightly at the stretch, but it hardly registered in comparison to Shinobu’s extremely close proximity.

Shinobu placed her once idle hand over (Y/n)’s knee cap, her other hand sliding further up to cup (Y/n)’s calf, gently squeezing while she raised the rest of the leg and began to slowly stretch it over (Y/n)’s torso as far as she could get it to go.

(y/n) sucked in a breath, “Okay, that burns a bit!”

Shinobu paused her movements and held the leg in position, “Not bad flexibility, (Y/n). With a little bit of work I bet you could go even further. I think I’d like to see.”

What was (Y/n) supposed to say to that? She made some uncommitted sound and tried not to think too intently about how Shinobu was pressing into her. After a few more moments of holding the position, Shinobu moved the leg outward to stretch it from another angle. The limb cracked near the base of her hip and (Y/n) sighed with relief. This was a lot more gentle than what the younger girls put her through during recovery training all those months ago.

“Oh? Does that feel better, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, her voice like honey and silk. Her hands slowly massaging the muscles of (Y/n)’s calf and thigh. (Y/n) nodded, her eyes nearly closing as she focused on Shinobu’s ministrations. “I’d like to hear you say so, just to make sure.”

“Yeah, it feels awesome.” (Y/n) sighed again, unabashed. Shinobu giggled.

“Wonderful, let’s move on to the other one then, shall we?”

“Gods, yes please!” (Y/n) responded eagerly, rubbing her free leg against Shinobu’s side until Shinobu took hold of it and gave it the same treatment as the other leg which was now hanging loosely over the edge of the bed.

By the time Shinobu had brought (Y/n)’s other leg back down, (Y/n) was trying to fight off sleep. However, the loosened and relaxed state of her muscles after the stretches clearly were beating out her efforts.

“Wow, (Y/n). Tired already? You haven’t even eaten breakfast yet.” Shinobu commented while she absently ran her hands over (Y/n)’s thighs, the motion felt comforting.

“I know,” (Y/n) groaned, “It's your fault for being so good at your job. I feel like a limp noodle, a very sleepy limp noodle.”

“Oh?” Shinobu chuckled. Sliding her hands purposefully upward until they rested at either side of (Y/n)’s ribs. The shift in her weight had her resting on her elbows, her chest resting just below (Y/n)’s. “Perhaps I could find a way to liven you up.”

“What do you have in mind?” (Y/n) asked slyly, hoping Shinobu couldn’t hear how fast her heart was racing. She wrapped her legs over Shinobu’s hips, locking her in, in hope to distract her, but also to egg her on.

Shinobu grinned at (Y/n) and shimmied closer. One of her hands came up to cradle (Y/n)’s jaw. She leaned even closer and landed a quick kiss to (Y/n)’s chin, then she pressed another one in the crook of (Y/n)’s neck, making the injured slayer laugh as she nuzzled closer.

“Oh!” (Y/n)‘s eyes shot wide open as the feeling of teeth grazing the sensitive skin of her neck.

“Hm? What is it, (Y/n)?” Shinobu asked, smiling against (Y/n)’s neck. “You seem to be perking up already.” she added, punctuating her words with a quick swipe of her tongue over (Y/n)’s neck, making the girl beneath her shiver.

(Y/n) whimpered quietly, much to her embarrassment, while Shinobu lavished her neck with attentions. Shinobu slowly worked her way upward, kissing her jaw and cheek before connecting her line of vision with (Y/n)’s.

The lovestruck look in (Y/n)’s eyes quickly morphed into an indignant glare as she perceived the familiar, mischievous glimmer in Shinobu’s plum colored irises.

“No.” (Y/n) said, her tone disbelieving. “No.” She said again, this time with a little more force behind it, shaking her head while Shinobu grinned down at her. “Shinobu!”

“I’m sorry (Y/n), but my meeting is starting soon so I must be off. Aoi will be by with breakfast soon. Make sure you eat it all so you can get stronger, okay?”

“But—!” (Y/n) tried to hold Shinobu to her body by tightening her legs around her but they did nothing to help her in her weakened state. Shinobu easily slipped free and (Y/n)‘s legs dropped back down over the edge of the bed in defeat.

“No buts! Let’s get you turned around quick, alright?” Shinobu grunted as she hoisted (Y/n)’s lower half and twisted (Y/n)’s body to lay fully on the bed with very little help from the dumbfounded, disgruntled girl. Then with a quick, teasing squeeze of (Y/n)’s knee, she was gone.

(Y/n)’s arm shook as she painstakingly pulled one of the pillows behind her free and pressed it as hard as she could over her face. “What the fuck?! AHH!” (Y/n) screamed, her voice muffled by the dense material.

***

The next time Shinobu walked into her room, (Y/n) had decided that was going to kiss her. She was going to kiss her full on the mouth or die trying because if she knew one thing, it was that she couldn’t play Shinobu’s games any longer.

For the rest of the day (Y/n)’s head was filled with thoughts of Shinobu getting a taste of her own medicine. (Y/n) had it all planned out. First, she was going to tease and flirt. How hard could that be? Shinobu made it look as easy as breathing. Then, once Shinobu had been thoroughly charmed, she would be practically begging for (Y/n) to sweep her off her feet, metaphorically of course, at least until (Y/n) wasn’t on bed arrest anymore. Then she’d kiss her and it would be Shinobu who would short circuit, Shinobu who would be at (Y/n)’s complete mercy! A foolproof plan!

(Y/n)’s chance came around midday four days later. Shinobu had been sent away on a mission soon after her meeting, giving (Y/n) plenty of time to think of how to execute her plan of action. The slayer sat upright in her bed now that she could do so herself without too much strain. She stared the door down with a determined gaze, gently scratching behind Mochi’s head while the bird stood in her lap. Any minute now she would come through that door. Prepare to be seduced, Kochou Shinobu!

A knock resonated off the door before it slid open a moment later and Shinobu glided in. Mochi cawed happily, flapping off of (Y/n)’s lap to fly around the Hashira in greeting. Shinobu simpered at the overly enthusiastic raven and told the bird about a fresh meal worm cake with his name on it. Mochi screeched and Shinobu laughed, ducking her head as Mochi flew out the door and towards the garden at mach speed. Then Shinobu closed the door behind her. Then, when she turned back and smiled a most dazzling smile that was all for (Y/n), every suave thing (Y/n) had thought to say flew right out the window. Four days of planning, completely down the drain. And all that remained was one lovestruck idiot.

“H-hey... you.” (Y/n) greeted, returning Shinobu’s smile although she was definitely screaming at herself on the inside.

“Hey yourself. You already look so much better than the last time I saw you! You’ve been keeping up with your medications and stretches, right?” Shinobu sat herself down on the edge of the bed. Her back was tilted away from (Y/n) and one leg was tucked and bent over the bed sheets while the other swung off the bed. (Y/n) also noticed that curiously, Shinobu had one hand hidden behind her back.

“Of course I have. I want to get better as soon as possible.” (Y/n) nodded resolutely. “Now,” (Y/n) tilted her head and eyed Shinobu warily, “what have you got behind your back?”

“I have something I want to test with you, a game of sorts, (Y/n).” Shinobu grinned devilishly.

“I have a feeling I don’t want to play this game if that look on your face is anything to go by.”

“Oh don’t be like that, (Y/n). I think it will be good for you. Won’t you please do this? The reward should you succeed will be very sweet.”

“Hrrrmmmm,” (Y/n) winced as she adjusted herself on the bed to sit a bit straighter and looked at Shinobu suspiciously. The Hashira’s eyes gave nothing away and (Y/n) sighed. “I suppose I could humor you. I’ve missed you after all.”

Shinobu simpered, and bounced a bit closer to (Y/n) on the bed, jostling her somewhat. Her hand was still behind her back as the other one lovingly brushed at (Y/n)’s hair. “(Y/n), you’re too sweet,” she cooed, “I missed you too.” She came even closer and nuzzled (Y/n)’s nose with hers, giving it a quick peck before withdrawing. Her face appeared to have morphed into a more serious disposition that had (Y/n) feeling both confused and filled with a sense of apprehension.

“Uh, I don’t usually associate such serious expressions with games.” (Y/n) laughed nervously.

“Perhaps I misspoke earlier,” Shinobu amended, a bit sheepishly, “It’s not a game, I should not have phrased it as such. I’m sorry. I was belittling you without you even knowing, without me realizing. I didn’t mean to, I-“

“Shinobu,” (Y/n) covered the Pillar’s free hand with her own, “it’s okay. What is it?”

“Remember what I said about exposure therapy a while back?”

“Shinobu, no.” (Y/n) backed as far as she could against the headboard, her heart beat picking up pace.

“(Y/n), I think it would be good for you. I’m not saying you have to love butterflies, I just want to help lower the distress and anxiety you feel when they are near.”

“Maybe you should focus on your own fear of furry animals before you start trying to fix my problems.” (Y/n) shook her head, her eyes flickering between Shinobu’s own and the Hashira’s hidden arm.

“I told you, it’s not a fear. I just can’t stand the mess all that shedded fur makes. Need I remind you that I’m allergic to the dander left by most of those furry beasts?” Shinobu easily countered.

(Y/n) thought back to earlier last week when Naho had smuggled in a stray dog to feed it. Kiyo and Sumi had gotten an idea in their heads that if they could hide the dog from Shinobu, they could keep it. Unfortunately, they were not very good at keeping their excitement to themselves. They had already led the dog through most of the estate, including the infirmary just before Shinobu made her morning rounds. By the time they reached (Y/n)’s room to show her the sweet pup, Shinobu was already there, trying to find some solace from the irritants that ransacked her senses. Her eyes were irritated, puffy and watery. Loud, unrefined sniffles and sneezes practically had the poor Hashira gasping for air. (Y/n)‘ s heart went out to her, but the way Shinobu’s voice sounded while she was so congested was insanely adorable.

Shinobu had admonished the girls as gently as she could between ferocious sneezes that seemed impossibly loud coming from such a small woman. (Y/n) felt bad for the girls, for the dog, but at least the dog hadn’t been a stray after all.

Fortunately, it had belonged to the Wind Pillar of all people. Giyuu had apparently been charged with watching the dog while he was away on a mission. He had lost sight of it and had been looking for the fluffy white dog all morning. (Y/n) couldn’t help but chuckle as she recalled how Shinobu shit talked Shinazugawa and Tomioka while sitting at the desk in (Y/n)’s room while she mixed herself some medication between wiping her nose and dabbing tears from her eyes.

“You were so cute!” (Y/n) thought gleefully.

“There was nothing cute about it. I felt disgusting.” Shinobu disagreed, the vein in her forehead pulsed faintly. “Now, back to the subject at hand. (Y/n), behind my back I have a specimen jar. In this jar is a butterfly that is so small, it’s wingspan is only about half the size of my pinky finger,” Shinobu slid her free hand out from under (Y/n)’s and stuck out her pinky finger, “See how small that is?”

(Y/n) had wanted to say something snarky, something along the lines of every part of Shinobu being small, but she smartly kept that comment to herself and simply nodded instead. Shinobu put her hand back down over (Y/n)’s.

“The butterfly can’t get out unless you untwist the lid. All I want you to do is hold the jar for a minute. This is a completely controlled, safe environment for you to explore your responses to butterflies. If you really don’t want to try, I won’t force you. I’m only suggesting because I really wish for you to be more comfortable here, to feel more at home.”

(Y/n)’s heart warmed at Shinobu’s admission. Yes, Shinobu had an air about her that (Y/n) felt powerless to deny, but Shinobu would never want to take advantage of her nor anyone else. Though she provoked and teased like a demon, Shinobu was endlessly kind and compassionate where it mattered.

(Y/n) gave the Hashira a nervous smile and shakily presented her hands over her lap, “Don’t mess this up Kochou. I’m only doing this because I like you so much.”

“I wouldn’t dream of it.” Shinobu said, sincerely. Finally, she produced the specimen jar from behind her back, cupping the bottom with her opposite hand while the other held firmly from the side. She gauged (Y/n)’s expression and observed for any intense discomfort in her body language as her hands made their approach.

(Y/n) immediately locked on to the small butterfly fluttering against the glass and swallowed hard. Her throat suddenly felt unbearably dry. Despite this, she kept her palms, now slightly sweaty, upturned in front of her, waiting.

(Y/n) jolted, feeling Shinobu’s knuckles slide against her palm. The only barrier left between the glass and her skin was slipping away.

“Oh gods!” All too quickly Shinobu’s hands were gone, hovering at either side of the glass, and (Y/n) was left holding the jar. “WhoooeeeEEAH! nooo nonono fuck-!“ (Y/n) scrambled to adjust her hold, only allowing the very tips of her fingers to hold on. Of course she realized that there was a layer of glass between herself and the insect, but she couldn’t help but hastily adjust her fingers every time the small insect fluttered too close. “Shinobu!”

“It’s okay, you’re doing great!” Shinobu encouraged. “Try focusing on telling me what you notice about the butterfly.”

“It looks like it’s out for blood!” (Y/n) exclaimed sharply, not taking her eyes off the specimen jar. Her fingers still dancing clumsily around the glass.

“How about you tell me about what you can physically see that is scientifically sound.” Shinobu tried again.

“It’s blue with black edges that have little white dots and it’s fast as hell! I think it’s tongue thing is flexing at me! Why is it doing that?!”

“That’s the proboscis, (Y/n). Butterflies use it to drink the nectar from flowers.” Shinobu provided helpfully.

“I bet it would drink my blood like a mosquito if it had the chance!” (y/n) thought bitterly.

“It physically can’t, (Y/n). The proboscis is too weak too pierce skin.”

“Is that true?” (Y/n) asked skeptically, “There’s not a single butterfly that would suck me dry if it could?”

“There is not a single butterfly in all of Japan that could do that to you, (Y/n).” Shinobu assured. Of course, she had read about some species of butterflies and moths overseas that did have the capability to drink blood and even presented the salty nutrients to their mates. She wasn’t going to tell (Y/n) that bit of information anytime soon though.

“Okay, that’s actually kind of reassuring, but it still freaks me out!” (Y/n)‘s fingers had finally found purchase on the rim of the metal lid. The butterfly inside had finally calmed down and settled at the bottom of the jar, it’s wings flapping intermittently.

“That’s okay, do you think you can tell me anything else about it? Our time is just about up.”

“Its legs bend weird. Its eyes are soulless. It looks like it’s resting now but it’s just biding its time.”

“Biding it’s time before I let it back out into the garden perhaps, but it has neither the desire nor the means to harm you.” Shinobu assured.

(Y/n) pursed her lips. She was staring so intently at the insect that she hardly registered Shinobu’s movements until she was fully straddling her thighs.

“What are you doing?” (Y/n) mumbled, not taking her eyes away from the jar despite Shinobu’s change in position. The Insect Pillar did not speak, instead lifting (Y/n)’s chin up. “Hey!” (Y/n) exclaimed. She tried to keep her head down, unwilling to let the butterfly out of her sight lest it suddenly disappear. Yet, Shinobu persisted, taking either side of (Y/n)’s head in her hands, drawing closer until all (Y/n) could see was purple. “Shi-“

(Y/n)’s mind went delightfully numb, filled with a fuzzy warmth that radiated all the way down to her toes. She leaned further into the kiss, reveling in the softness of Shinobu’s lips nipping against her own. After a few more moments, (Y/n) could feel Shinobu’s lips part into a smile against her own and (Y/n) couldn’t help but do the same, resting her forehead on Shinobu’s.

“What was that for?” (Y/n) giggled breathlessly, her hands had somehow made their way to Shinobu’s neck, her fingers laced behind her head threatening to pull the Hashira back in at a moment’s notice.

“Hm? Can’t I kiss my girlfriend?” Shinobu teased, landing a quick, a more chaste, kiss to (Y/n)’s lips.

“You can, and you have, but never on the lips. What changed? I thought you were going to tease me about it forever.”

“As entertaining as that sounds, I was actually trying to do you a favor.” Shinobu grinned.

“How do you figure that?” (Y/n) asked, looking at Shinobu incredulously.

“Because now that I’ve got a taste of you, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop.”

“Mm!”

Another kiss more fiery and involved than the last. (Y/n) actually had to slip her hands down Shinobu’s chest and push her away so she could catch her breath.

“Not that I mind, and I really don’t mind,” (Y/n) spoke between breaths, “but what changed, why right this minute?”

“It was your reward.” Shinobu stated plainly.

“For...?”

“Oh my, you really did forget already, haven’t you? I’m sorry, I hadn’t realized I had cut off the oxygen supply to your brain so effectively.”

Suddenly (Y/n)’s eyes snapped down to her lap and yelled loud enough for Shinobu to wince and lean back a smidge. How had (Y/n) forgotten? She picked up the discarded specimen jar by the lid using her index finger and thumb and scanned the inside, shivering once she found the butterfly still inside. Then she reached to place it on the bedside table, it made a little clattering sound as she quickly removed her hand as if the glass had burned her. Pulling Shinobu closer, (Y/n) buried her face in her chest and groaned while Shinobu laughed and patted (Y/n)’s head.

“You distracted me.” (Y/n)’s muffled voice accused.

“Perhaps, but didn’t it feel nice? And look, you are no worse for wear. In fact, I might even say you looked even more relaxed than before we began.”

“So what, are you going to kiss me every time I see a butterfly? Hardly seems practical.”

“Mmm but what a lovely idea. There are certainly enough around that I could get several kisses every day. If we make a habit out of it, sooner or later when you see a butterfly, your first reaction will be to pucker up rather than screaming.” Shinobu mused.

“Can’t you just be satisfied knowing that you’re the only butterfly I have ever, and will ever like?” (Y/n) paused, “Well, you and Kanao, Aoi, Naho, Kiyo, and Sumi.”

“I’m so honored.” Shinobu smiled and rolled her eyes, still stroking (Y/n)’s hair.

“You should be. It’s a very exclusive list. But there is an even more exclusive list that only you have access to.” (Y/n) said, returning to an upright position to face Shinobu once more.

“And what list would that be?”

(Y/n) tilted her head and stole another kiss from Shinobu who eagerly reciprocated, chasing (Y/n)’s lips even as she pulled away, giggling.

“The list of butterflies that I could not be happier to kiss.”

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DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol.6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD

Original title: DIABOLIK LOVERS Para-Selene Vol. 6 逆巻スバルアニメイト各巻購入特典ドラマCD

Source: Diabolik Lovers Para-Selene Vol. 6 Sakamaki Subaru Animate Tokuten CD

Audio: Here

Seiyuu: Takashi Kondou

Translator’s note: I don’t know if they are popular in other countries too but aquarium dates have always struck me as such a typical Japanese thing. I’ve seen it so often in anime/dramas/etc. but in real life, I’ve never really heard of two people going on a date to an aquarium. :p If anything, it’s mostly just parents with their children visiting those places. I loved all of Subaru’s little tsundere moments where he would grow jealous over the fish because they captured his S/O’s attention. xD His bolder attitude near the end of the CD wasn’t half bad either. <u<

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The two of you are walking in public.

“Che...This fuckin’ sucks...The aquarium lures in visitors at night as well!? ...Do you really enjoy comin’ here with me?”

You nod, smiling.

“...! ...I see. Damn, guess you give me no other choice. I’ll keep you company then.”

Subaru suddenly comes to a halt.

“This pool attracted more people than I would have expected. What’s happenin’ over here?”

You explain.

"The Dolphin Night Show? Hmー”

You ask if he would like to watch.

“I don’t mind but are there any open seats left?”

You point.

“Hm? ...Ah, you’re right. Guess we can sit down there then.”

The two of you walk towards your seats.

*Splash*

“Oh. Seems like it started already.”

*Splash splash*

“Ah...Hm...”

*SPLASH*

“Haah...

...The fuck’s so interestin’ ‘bout this? It’s just a bunch of dolphins jumpin’ in the air and headbuttin’ some balls. ...Say? How much longer will this go on fo...Oh...Fuck. Look at her watchin’ in awe like a damn kid...”

*Splash splash*

You suddenly turn your head towards Subaru.

“...Eh? W-W-What!?”

You ask why he was looking.

“...W-Who says I was lookin’ at you!? Don’t be gettin’ the wrong idea, geez!”

The crowd cheers.

“M-More importantly, the dolphins are ‘bout to pull somethin’ again so shouldn’t you watch that?”

You turn your attention back to the show.

“...They call it a ‘big jump’ but is this shit really worth gettin’ so excited over?”

*SPLASH*

“...Woah! Amazin’...! So high...!”

The two of you get splashed with water in the process.

“...Ugh.”

*Clap clap clap*

“The water splashed all the way over here, huh...? ...O-Oi!? Are you alright!? ーー Actually, you got pretty soaked. Do you have anythin’ to wipe yourself down?”

You start rummaging through your bag.

*Rustle rustle*

“Aah...Then use that towel.”

You offer to wipe his hair as well.

“...Hah? Nah, I’m good.”

You insist.

“I don’t catch colds, so it’s fine. Instead you should worry ‘bout yourself, right? Your hair got wet as well so hurry up and wipe it.”

You act tough.

“Hell no it’s ‘fine’. ...Gimme. I’ll do it.”

You become hesitant.

“Oi! How am I supposed to wipe your hair when you back away like that? Come closer!”

Subaru scoots closer.

“Keep still, ‘kay?”

*Rustle rustle*

“...There we go. Guess that should do. ...Your clothes aren’t that wet at least. ...Oi. Why are you all tensed up? Also, your face’s red. D-Don’t tell me...You’ve got a fever!?”

You explain.

“...Hah? I’m too close? ...!! D-Don’t get all flustered over every single lil’ thing...!”

He moves away a little.

“Here, you can have your towel back. Also...Wear my jacket.”

Subaru throws his jacket your way.

*Thud*

“Stop complainin’ and just put it on. It didn’t get wet and...It should help you warm up a lil’ at least. I don’t want you...to catch a cold. (1)”

You thank him.

“No need to thank me, honestly. ...The show has ended so should we go to the next thing? There’s still other stuff you wanted to see, no?”

You nod before the two of you get up from your seats.

*TIMESKIP*

“...That bein’ said, the inside of an aquarium is darker than I expected. You better not trip, ‘kay? “

You tell him that won’t happen.

“Heh. I wonder? You’re a huge klutz, aren’t you? You’d definitely trip and fall while gettin’ distracted by the fish.”

You puff out your cheeks and protest.

“Heh. Let’s see ‘bout that. ...Let’s go.”

You suddenly stop walking.

“Hm? What’s wrong? ...Oh, jellyfish.”

You note that they are very beautiful.

“...Aah? What’s so pretty ‘bout these gelatinous blobs? They lit up, that’s all, right?”

You continue to look at them.

“...You like these guys?”

You suddenly start dragging Subaru towards the tank with jellyfish.

*Rustle*

“...Wah!? ...F-Fine! You want to go there, right!? Don’t pull me!”

You are totally excited about watching the jellyfish.

“Are they really that beautiful? They’re just floatin’, right? I don’t get the appeal at all...”

You continue to watch the jellyfish in awe.

“Haah...She’s totally enraptured by those damn jellyfish...I don’t get chicks...”

He continues to watch you in silence.

“...You’ve seen enough, right? Let’s go already.”

You want to watch the jellyfish just a little longer.

“Che...I’m goin’ ahead. I’ll leave you behind if you take too long!”

You try and chase after him but nearly trip in the process.

“...! Watch ouーー!”

Subaru catches you in his arms just in time.

*Thud*

“...Ugh. Haah...See, what did I tell you? You almost landed on the floor. You really are so clumsy.”

Your cheeks flush bright red.

“Wait. ...Hmm~? Look at those flushed cheeks...You’re basically tellin’ me I’m free to do what I want, right? In that case, I won’t hold back. I’ll suck you to my heart’s content, right here, right now.”

You protest.

“I won’t wait. If you don’t behave, I’m gonna rip apart your throat with my fangs.”

You immediately keep still.

“Hehe. Perfect. Just be a good girl, and I’ll make sure you enjoy it.”

Subaru nearly bites you but other people arrive.

“ーー Ugh. There’s visitors approachin’, huh? ...Fuck off.”

You frown.

“Oi, don’t get all worried over some other people.”

You shake your head.

“It’s not ‘impossible’. All you need to do is focus on me.”

You insist.

“Haah...Guess you leave me no other choice. If you’re that desperate, I guess I won’t suck you here.”

You sigh in relief.

“Why do you seem so relieved? I won’t suck you here, but you better don’t believe this is the end.”

*Rustle*

“If we can’t do it here, we can simply go somewhere a lil’ more private, right? In that case, we can both have some fun.”

Subaru grabs your hand.

“Let’s head home. We’ll continue where we left off once inside our room. ...I’ll give you my love until you fall apart.”

ーー THE END ーー

Translation notes

(1) Literally he says he would be troubled if she were to catch a cold, however, the expression ‘I don’t want you’ sounded more natural to me in English.

#diabolik lovers #dialovers #subaru sakamaki #diabolik lovers translation #diabolik lovers drama cd #drama cd

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getawayaccount · 3 years

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Matter To You ('Cause I know I) (2)

Their second date went well enough for Connor to request the third one and Will to agree to it. They had dinner at a place with a view of the lake. The establishment was definitely fancier than the last one but not tux-mandatory level of fancy either. Will wore the tie and he couldn’t say he didn’t like the way Connor couldn’t seem to take his eyes off of it. Dinner was just as easy as the first time. They never ran out of things to talk about and the silence, when they occurred, wasn’t awkward nor tense. Still, Will was briefly surprised when Connor took his hand that was resting on the table into his, moving slowly and gauging his reaction, but Will didn’t shy away. He smiled and squeezed Connor’s hand lightly. They didn’t let go until the tab arrived.

Will was the one who took the initiative to grab one of Connor’s hands as they walked back to their cars. And if an older couple, who happened to be exiting the restaurant as well, gave them a weird look, neither of them cared.

Will turned on his heels without letting go once they reached his car, so they would face each other and Connor smiled:

“I had a great time,” he said.

“Me too,” Will almost whispered.

He couldn’t look away from Connor’s face and caught himself biting his lower lips nervously. Connor was still smiling and soon his free hand found its way on Will’s jaw:

“Is it okay if I kiss you right now?” he asked.

“Yes,” Will answered immediately, sounding short of breath.

He didn’t remember the last time he had anticipated, nor wanted, a first kiss so freaking much. And if he was honest, at least with himself, he knew it still had a chance to end badly. What if he didn’t like it? What if it did nothing for him? Sure, he was growing more and more fond of Connor with every passing day and he knew the man was attractive, but he was still exactly that: a man. And Will had seen plenty of male bodies in his life and had never desired any of them. But Connor wasn’t them, wasn’t he? And when their lips finally touched and Connor kissed him in one of the softest ways he had ever experienced, he felt as if his heart was going to explode and realize he had been worrying about the wrong thing all along.

* * *

Will bit his lips in a mildly successful attempt to conceal the ridiculous smile that was trying to form on his face. He didn’t seem to be able to help himself and it would happen every time he caught sight of Connor. Every. Single. Time. And Will knew he was a romantic at heart, also he didn’t always own it, but he really needed to get a grip or all the ED staff would catch up with them and their secret, sooner rather than later.

“What am I watching?” Maggie asked.

Will jumped. He hadn’t seen nor heard her approach.

“What?” he said.

“Don’t play dumb with me, Big Red,” Maggie answered sternly. However, her expression morphed into something more playful as she added, wiggling her eyebrows and moving her shoulders in a fake suggestive manner: “Did you, you know, boom-chicka-wah-wah?”

“What, no!” Will protested. And it was true. Not that it spared him from turning bright red in embarrassment. “And please don’t ever do that again. I beg you.”

“Whatever you say, Halstead,” his friend concluded as another nurse called her name.

* * *

Owen was born and also Natalie’s life was the one taking a turn, Will couldn’t help but think his had done so weeks ago. A few weeks ago, he thought his crush on Nat was actual love. He thought he knew exactly what - or who - he wanted and needed to live a happy and fulfilled life. And couldn’t have been more wrong.

“Do you want children?” he asked suddenly. He almost immediately regretted it. Connor and he were walking to their cars after the little welcome party the ED team had thrown in Nat’s room. “I’m sorry.”

He was an idiot. It was hardly the moment to ask this kind of question. It was too early. They didn’t even ever have sex yet and -

“It’s fine,” Connor said. He read straight through Will’s bullshit, as always. “Will? It’s fine, it's a perfectly normal question to ask someone you are dating.”

Will nodded weakly and Connor offered him one of those small tender smiles Will was slowly but surely falling in love with.

“And to answer your question: it’s not my priority right now,” Connor added after a beat. “But, with the right partner, I’ll be far from opposed to it. What about you?”

“I do,” Will said immediately. “I - I guess it was never even really a question for me. I just knew I wanted to have my own family. White picket fences and everything, as ridiculous as it may sound -”

“It doesn’t,” Connor corrected him. He stopped Will to catch his gaze and make sure he knew he meant it. “It doesn’t.”

And Will didn’t care if anyone saw them. He crossed the distance between them and kissed his stupidly understanding and ridiculously loving boyfriend.

* * *

It - stupidly enough - didn’t cross Will’s mind Connor may have insecurities of his own before he came face to face with one of them. They had been dating for weeks, months even, by that point and were spending their evening together at Connor’s condo. The day had been nothing short of exhausting also they had concluded that take-outs and a bad movie were all they wanted, which was how they ended huddled together on the couch. Will was having one of these moments where he couldn’t help but wonder how this was his life now when Connor looked up at him with a strange expression on his face.

However, Will didn’t get to ask him what it was about as the other man moved slightly in their embrace so their lips could meet. And, also it was a nice surprise, Will didn’t expect what happened next. He felt Connor move next to him but couldn’t help but freeze when he felt the other man settle on top of him. Which, of course, sent the wrong message to his partner.

“Sorry,” Connor said simply.

And he was about to move away when Will’s brain finally caught up.

“What? No, no,” he said hurriedly. “It’s fine. More than fine actually.”

“You’re sure?” Connor asked after a beat.

He was looking at Will with a slight frown on his face, his lips turned down in a way they rarely ever were when they were together.

“Yes,” Will answered immediately. “I mean, I’m fine with taking things slow, but I definitely wouldn’t reject you if you wanted to take things up a notch. Or three.”

Connor blinked, hard. He looked more confused than anything else now. Then he groaned and hid his face into his palm, confusing Will even more in the process.

“What- ?” Will started.

“I’m an idiot,” Connor interrupted him.

He sighed and Will frowned, his fingers tracing calming circles where they rested on his partner’s hips.

“I thought maybe you didn’t want me,” Connor admitted after a pause.

And, wait, what? That was probably one of the most ridiculous things he had heard Connor say since they met - and the man had his moments.

“I - I mean I have been the one who has initiated everything physical that has ever happened between us and I was thinking maybe you weren’t attracted to me, the way I’m attracted to you, and maybe, you didn’t know how to tell me and -”

“I do, I am,” Will corrected him. “I just, I thought, I don’t know. It’s just not how I work I guess.”

“Yeah, that’s what Maggie said,” Connor said, looking contrite.

“You talk to Maggie?” Will asked, more surprised than anything else.

“I was very desperate,” Connor said. “But then she told me that it was how you worked. Not only with me but with everybody else she has ever seen you dating. You are a romantic and you adapt to your partner’s speed, were her exact words. And I didn’t quite believe her but…”

“It’s true,” Will concluded as Connor trailed off.

“So,” Connor said after a brief pause.

“So?”, Will repeated, a smile tugging on his lips.

“Wanna take this up a notch? Or three?”

Will drew him closer and captured his lips rather than answering.

#rhodestead #connor rhodes #will halstead #maggie lockwood #chicago med #cmed #one chicago #fanfic #fanfiction #fic #first kiss #fluff #softer than marshmallows

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owaowabetch · 3 years

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Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel.

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz.

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!”

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!”

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!”

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!”

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!”

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will.

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol”

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....”

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!”

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno fanfic #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno #sykkuwu #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader

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skampi835 · 3 years

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Let’s never speak of this again! (Motonari x reader)

Let’s celebrate Motonari’s upcoming route with an oneshot! 🥳 Since I hopefully avoided most of the spoilers I didn’t come up with any good idea, but then I found this:

you and your enemy hug each other, it's completely accidental, and neither of you know why it happened, and it's like,,, you glare at each other, with an expression of ''let's never speak of this again'´

Thanks for putting this idea in my mind @screnwriter!

Fandom: Ikemen Sengoku

Language: english

Starring: Motonari x reader (female)

Genre: Comedy

Warning: besides Motonari’s slanguage surprisingly none... ahaha who am I kidding? It's Motonari 😂

real Warnings: angst, bad language, violence (fighting scene!)

Word Count: 1.810

“Get her!”

Shoot! How do I always end in situations like this?!

With this thought you’re bolting straight into the next alleyway. You’ve left the busy trading streets of Azuchi a long time ago and unfortunately lost track of your current position due the rising panic inside of you. Honestly, you’ve no idea where the heck you are right now! Though obviously still in Azuchi you’re running hopefully into the right direction towards the fuller marketplace!

Desperate, you’re squeezing your way through a very small gap between two buildings and dash on. Maybe your pursuers can’t follow you through this and it'll buy you some extra time! The shouts from traders and the sounds of frisky chatters are getting louder with every step you’re taking, which means you have to be on the right track!

Determined you’re keeping up the fast pace, praying you’re able to shake off your pursuers completely in the crowds of the busy market, as you round the next corner. But all of a sudden you’re awfully crashing into a wall.

“Woah!”

“Uff--!”

The heavy impact is stealing your air, though obviously not only from you, but also from said wall, which in the hustle and bustle you’re literally falling into his arms eagerly not to fall. Together you’re even staggering sideways for a split second. Stressed and tense you’re spinning your head up with surprise, staring into the startled, wide ruby red eyes of the man. "Wah-…?"

“… You?!”

You didn't even realize how tight you were clutching Motonari when you crashed into him, until he’s violently yanking your arms away. "The hell yer doing? Got a bloody death wish?" He hisses and is glaring at you furiously.

As shocked as Motonari's reaction was, so are you aghast to face him right now. "What, of all people, are you doing here?!" You snap, still completely out of breath.

Quick steps are pulling you back to the current situation you are still in. You were supposed to keep running from your pursuers but simultaneously you’re facing an enemy of the Oda forces. Your situation is definetly growing somewhat hopeless. Nevertheless the sight of Motonari’s anger makes it a lot easier for your decision, to pass him and run away, than to stand rooted on the spot.

Unfortunately Motonari suddenly grabs your wrist roughly when you've just turned away and is pulling you back. "Ack-…! Let me go!" you plead.

"I won't do shit," Motonari growls venomously. "Now that yer recognized me, princess, I’ve gotta improvise something."

The hectic steps from the side street are getting louder with every passing moment, before they’re coming to a sudden stop right next to you. “There’s this witch!” One of the pursuers is shouting. He’s considerably tall with broad shoulders and a massive body. Shortly afterwards another two coarse figures appears behind him. They’re building themselves up with stern grimaces in the narrow alleyway.

Your eyes anxiously widen and your body starts to tremble ever so slightly. But there is no running away again for you, for Motonari’s adamant grip is chaining you.

"Huh, didn't even know yer know so many grim-looking acquaintances, princess." Motonari’s saying coolly, scanning the three men with his steely gaze. Still he doesn't loosen his grip on your wrist instead he’s tightening it.

"I haven't!" You snort, trying to yank your hand free to get away from him - without avail. You don’t know if it's better, getting caught by Motonari or these guys. But you know for shure both scenarios are pretty bad.

"Hey, you there! Plat-head!” One of the scoundrels growls and is glaring at Motonari grimly, whose dryly raising an eyebrow at this denomination. "Give us the little girl. We have business with her."

“That stupid hussy broke my nose!” Another of them shouts indignantly. You’re noticing his swollen red nose and you can't suppress a brief, yet inappropriate, flash of pride in your face.

It was just a few minutes ago, when they stalked you after you’ve exited your favorite shop. Unfortunately this shop is located in the outskirts of the village so there weren’t many people when they confronted you. The guys wanted to ‘talk to you nicely’ and after a few seconds you’ve ‘nicely declined'. Thank goodness you know some techniques of self-defense!

However, even more inappropriate is Motonari's spiteful laughter that he’s suddenly uttering. It’s giving you the creeps! "Seriously?" With a quick sideways glance in your direction with his ruby red orbs, he’s grinning at the fellow with extreme smug. "Tell me, how’d she did it, putz? Did she climb onto yer?"

Good gracious! Wouldn’t you please make him madder than he already is? Pretty please?!

"What did you just call me?" The broad shouldered man’s roaring furiously. Shortening the distance to Motonari, he’s threateningly waving with his massive fist.

Without wanting to, you’re quickly seeking cover behind Motonari, who has finally let go of your wrist. Now with his hands free he’s facing the attacker. With quick reflexes Motonari’s skillfully dodging the scoundrel's punch and draws his sword with a metal 'shink' that’s humming in the air. You’re holding your breath when Motonari’s holding the blade right against the throat of the ruffian, who is instantly not moving a muscle anymore. "Are you out of yer damn mind? You fucking want to take me on unarmed?!"

Motonari’s sounding incredibly unimpressed, for it was him against three rapscallions, but also incredibly pissed. No matter how this will end, you're sure you won't be of any use. So you’re looking around for an escape route. But you are cornered. The only side you could rush to is a dead end.

"The lil’ one’s mine, get it? So piss off, aye? ” Motonari’s growling with a frown and kicks the man roughly in his side. Gruntling the man hits the ground hard.

"You sunova-!" Furiously about the defeat of his crony, another ruffian - not quite as stupid as his predecessor - is trying his luck with a rusty dagger, when he’s running towards Motonari. But after a few seconds it lands on the ground, followed by the guy.

The last of the crew charges in, just to earn a brutal smack with the back of Motonari’s sword in the side of his neck. "Tch! How the hell did ya morons think yer can take me on when a lil’ girly beat you up? Ya wanna make me really mad?”

You’re recognizing the change in the air around Motonari. It’s tense, shifting from the beginning amusement to bloodlust. Motonari’s wielding his sword, but apparently used it just to disarm his opponent. But now it seems that he won’t restrain himself any longer.

"Crap, let's get out of here!" The guy with the lost dagger is yelling towards his pals. Frantically they’re getting up and quickly disappear into the alleys.

You sigh, relieved as the men finally disappear. But just one moment later your heart’s sinking completely into your boots when Motonari turns back to you, though this time with a sword in his hand. "Back to ya, princess."

“I haven't seen or heard anything!” You shout, throwing your arms up in air and backing from him. Now pressed against a real wall on the side of the house, your heart is pounding up to your throat, when you meet Motonari’s sharp gaze. Luckily the bloodlust you’ve seen before has gone, too.

Motonari’s raising an eyebrow, probably irritated by your strange reaction and is fixing you. Then the corner of his mouth curves up to an amusing smirk while he’s withdrawing his sword back to his belt. “Heh, ain’t that a start?” He snickers.

Abruptly he shortens the distance to you, placing one of his white gloved hands right next to your head against the wall behind you. Superior and smugly, Motonari’s looking straight into your eyes, straight into you. The tension’s getting tangible again and your heart’s pounding hard in your chest. "You owe me. I bet you saw nothing, understood?"

Something you least of all wanted, is to owe to some madman like Motunari! His stern expression is sending a shiver through your spine. "I- ... uhm ... thank you?"

"What should I do with yer thanks? Can’t buy anything with ‘em.” Motonari snarls dissatisfied and is slightly narrowing his eyes. "Either you damn shut yer mouth about everything ya saw - hell, just forget I’m even here! Or I'll cut out yer pretty tongue. Ain’t that a deal?"

Automatically you’re pressing your lips together sealing your mouth - and especially your tongue. You’re staring at him in horror with wide eyes. "Let's never talk about this again, aye?"

What joice do you have? Of course you could just agree with Motonari and then tell the warlords about his whereabouts. But you’ve always been a woman which sticks to her word, no matter how bitter this one is. Not entirely sure whether he'll still carry out his threat to cut off your tongue, you're just nodding, while glancing determined up to him.

"Splendid." Motonari’s pushing himself off the wall with a mask of satisfaction on his face, giving you the way free. "Then rush back to yer patrons, ‘lil princess.”

Uncertain you’re blinking towards him. Motonari makes no move to stop you, he’s just waving with his hand in your direction. He really leaves you with just that! Without further thinking, you’re taking to your heels and bolt away. Not that he'll change his mind after all!

After two more alleys, you’re finally reaching the busy and crowded market and try to calm your panicked pounding heart. That was definitely too much excitement for one day! Still, you're grateful for Motonari getting those ruffians off your back. But why does it haf to be Motonari of all people?!

A deal is a deal, you’re thinking to yourself taking one last, deep, nessecary breath. Certainly it won’t mean anything good that Motonari’s currently in Azuchi. You just hope, you won’t regret this deal someday.

With quick steps you’re heading purposefully back to the castle. Even if this idiot surely won’t appreciate it, your silence about that accident was certain to him.

And you are going to take to grave, that you’ve embraced Motonari by that accident, when running into him. Yes, better never even think about this again!

_____

Motonari’s running his white gloved fingers through his hair and grunts in annoyance, after you left. That you’ve recognized him is a great nuisance to him. It’s time to rethink his plans. That would slow things down a lot.

As if he’d actually trust a little princess like you to keep her mouth shut. What stupidity!

Casually he drives his hands on his sides to get rid of the strange feeling from your delicate arms embracing him.

Let's never talk about this again. - Yeah, better let's not.

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bubsdolan · 3 years

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y/n struggles with acne and her self confidence then gray comforts and tells her she looks beautiful

acne. such a natural, common and real issue millions of people deal with on a day to day basis. something that couldn’t be helped, defined by one certain cause, but utterly soul destroying. you were there witnessing first hand your boyfriend’s twin brother dealing with it to the extreme, yet you couldn’t seem to wrap your head around why you kept letting it control your own life. dealing with it alone and in slience.

you never told grayson, not wanting to take the support away from ethan when he was going through the roughest few months of his life. you never allowed anyone, especially grayson, to see you without makeup. always making sure every pimple, every scar, ever mark was covered to perfection. showing no signs of weakeness.

you knew maybe confiding in ethan would help gain more self confidence, it’ll help you om journey to acceptance, but you were so scared it would push grayson away. you feared he would find you less attractive, less beautiful and less of his type. you always wanted to look the best of your ability, not only for grayson but for the millions of people who had a magnifying glass on your life. on your relationship.

grayson, as he often did, had surprised with you a spontaneous date night. loving the ability to treat his girl whenever he wanted and display his love in ways he never could before. you opened him up to true love, to feel what it felt like to be genuinely happy and grayson always took it above and beyond be the perfect boyfriend his mother and father raised him to be. reluctantly, you agree to the date and start to get ready for a night under the stars with the one person who kept your heart beating.

the time has come for you to do your makeup- well to top your makeup up as you had been wearing it for almost 12 hours prior. you were yet to live with grayson, your relationship still fresh, so it gave you the perfect opportunities to shield him from the most vulnerable parts of your life- much to his dismay. as you were applying more heavy coverage concealer onto the mound you already had on, trying to conceal the sourness and redness of your spots, grayson approaches.

he leaned against the door frame, admiring the beauty you withhold. he was mesmerised by the way your hair flowed freely off your shoulder, the dress you had picked out hugging perfectly to your curves and the way the natural pink of your lips peaked through your chosen lip gloss. not to mention the wah your skin glowed. although the more he watched intensely, the more he frowned. noticing the way your eyebrows would srunch or the way you would sharply intake breaths whether you went to apply makeup to the spots he could see you desperately trying to cover.

grayson always noticed that your skin wasn’t the smoothest, that you had small little bumps peeking through and the redness, but it simply didn’t phase him. in his eyes, you were the most beautiful thing on planet earth. your beauty was trumps above the rest and it entangled him completely the minute your locked eyes all those months ago. his life changing forever.

grayson could see the heartache in your eyes as you examined yourself closely, trying your hardest to look as perfect for him as you could, but being blindly unaware you already were. approaching you with caution, he pushes his body up behind yours and wraps his arms securely around your waist. his head nuzzling in the crook of your neck as he simply just held you. breathing in your scent and allowing the slience to consume the room.

“im almost ready, bear. just need to finish the last of my make u-”

“s’dont need it,” grayson muffled in the skin of your neck. his lips realeasing warm puffs of air as he continued to hold you and began to sway softly with your in his warm embrace. his eyes were closed to enjoy the moment and let it sink deeper into his heart, you were his. he finally got the girl.

“gray, you know i can't go out without make up on,” you sigh, one hand coming down to lift his own from your waist and interlocking your fingers. you stare at him in the mirror. “look at my skin, s’gotten worse lately.”

you drop your eyes in embarrassment, your voice cracking slightly as you feel grayson tense up at your words. not knowing the effect they had on him as well as you. the devastation in your tone, brokenness in your body language, in your life, wore him down. he hated to see you in any pain, especially pain inflicted by your own inner demons.

“baby, hey hey, look at me,” grayson spins you around in his arms. his hands reaching up to cup your cheeks and swipe his thumb over your pigmented lips. a small smile graced his face as he felt you lean into his touch, your own smaller hand reaching up to cup his wrist and prevent him from moving. not that he had any intention of doing so.

“when was the last time you actually loved yourself instead of saying you did?” grayson’s words confused you. was he expecting an answer? were his words suppose to comfort you, make you feel better about your appearance? you were unsure. unsure and speechless so you let him continue. “when you stare into the mirror as you cover your imperfections, that to me are perfections, you convinced yourself i’d hate what you see. i’ve been loving you for the both of us all this time, blind of your pain, but i will continue to do so until the very moment you deem yourself worthy of self love.”

grayson’s eye never once leave yours as he speaks. his face softening with every word, his eyes boring into your soul and making sure you absorb every ounce of the truth.

“i never understood addiction until i met you. until you kissed every part of me, i couldn’t bare to look at. i always wondered how someone as beautiful as you could be the very thing to love the one thing i disintegrated- me. with my disorders, my self doubt and the lifestyle i chose, you accepted it all,”

“gray, where are you going with this?” his words touched your heart in a way you had never experienced before. you knew he was bringing up his own past to help conquer your present and the mention of you being there to help ethan on his own road to selflove, when in reality you were on the wrong path for you own.

much to your whimpers, grayson drops his delicate grip from you, leaning over to the counter top and picking up a packet of makeup wipes. your eyes widened in fear as he slowly begins to bring it close to you face, his eyes silently asking for permsioon before your deflated self gives in and allows him to wipe it over your skin. exposing the one part of yourself you never thought was possible.

“if you think by putting on all this makeup, by covering yourself and hiding the rawness of your beauty away from me, will make me love you anymore or any less- than, sweertheat, you don't know me at all. you are so beyond beautiful. your ance tells a story, it shows me the strong, brave and utterly capturing girl who allowed me, little old me, to love her.”

“if you think im gonna leave you because of a few blemishes, you’re mistaken. you have me forever, baby. to try and define the love i have for you in a few short words, is limitless, there's no beginning and no end. i never believed in heaven on earth until i met you. my endgame.”

with graysons final words, he disposes of the now covered makeup wipe away in the trash can, before bringing your lips to meet his in the most heartfelt kiss of your entire relationship. a kiss that told you to trust grayson, to let your walls down and show him the realest version of yourself. ance or no ance, grayson dolan loved you for you. and he would spend the rest of your life together proving how worthy you are of not only his love, but your own.

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sabraeal · 3 years

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Traffic Lights Are Burnin’

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Written in honor of @nebluus‘s birthday! She asked for some WFB, and of the options I gave she chose the next part of our Six Flags saga...only the beginning scene of that chapter ended up ballooning out into this so...it ended up being less Amusement Park Shenanigans and more Wholesome Boys Will Be Boys Content. I’M SURE MADI WILL BE JUST FINE WITH THAT TOO 😂

“Are you making an omelette?”

English is not, functionally, Mitsuhide’s first language. Not that he thinks of it like that-- first or second, third or fourth; there’s no ranking in his life, no moment in which one language followed another. There was English with Mama and quebecois with Papa; a plan quickly scuttled by Mitsuhide being the fifth Lowen sibling. Refusing to be pigeonholed into a single language no matter how many times Mama repeated consistency is key, his brothers mostly spoke a tossed salad of both and assumed he’d understand the lettuce.

Coupled with the fact that all his cousins lived in Toronto anyway, Mitsuhide had hardly begun talking himself before it became outside quebecois and inside English. Unless they left the province, in which case it was a free-for-all that left his few monolingual aunts and uncles dizzy.

Which is to say, Mitsuhide only becomes aware of the precise inner ranking of his languages in moments like this, where gut immediately kicks out a dry ‘j’essaie.’ The translation is vetoed on the grounds that although in quebecois he’s never met a word he couldn’t steep in sarcasm and smuggle in a sacre, he prefers to keep his English so clean it squeaks.

You’ve got it all backwards, Kihal had told him as he sweltered under the San Juan sun, English is fake, you can be as much of an asshole as you want it in, it doesn’t count.

It’s true, there’s something that’s more real to him in French, that’s more real about him, but, well-- there were far fewer cousins to tattle on his potty mouth this way. And now that he knows Obi...

Well, if Kiki ever made good on her threats to teach him any of his “church swears,” he’d probably never sleep easy again. So instead, he scrolls through his mental rolodex of possible appropriate replies before settling on, “Would you like one?”

Zen glances up from his array of pamphlets, glossy paper glaring beneath the overhead lamp. It matches the way Zen is looking at him. “We don’t have time for that.”

Mitsuhide frowns, giving his eggs one last vigorous whisk before pouring them into the pan. “There’s always time for breakfast. It’s the most important meal of the day.”

He glances over just in time to see Zen’s grimace. “Shirayuki really could be your sister.”

There’s really no reason he has to look so horrified by the idea. His brothers may all be broad shouldered, barrel-chested giants, but plenty of his cousins made pocket money in high school through catalogue modeling. And they’re all very nice girls.

He doesn’t mention it. A conversation never ends well if you have to whip out photos of female relatives to prove your point. “Would you like one?” he repeats instead, a safer tactic overall.

Zen’s nose wrinkles beneath some dubiously drawn eyebrows. “Are you putting spinach in there?”

“Kale,” he agrees. “And chicken.”

“In a breakfast omelette?” He clucks his tongue, just the way the Wisteria’s chef would when he attempted to cook at the estate. Quel dommage, he would say, sighing over the cutting board, why would you do that to perfectly good eggs? “Why would you do that?”

Because these muscles don’t come cheap; Mitsuhide chokes down a truly staggering amount of chicken in order to keep them. Roasted, of course-- boiled is technically better for protein, but even he has to draw the line somewhere. The eggs have less, but they are calorie efficient; he’d eat more of them if he could stomach the slimy, snake-like sensation of swallowing them down hard boiled.

But explaining his diet regime usually ended with glazed eyes, so he settles for, “I could always put something different in yours. There’s ham.”

Fancy ham, Obi calls it. It’s just from the deli counter, fresh sliced from whatever quality cut’s on sale, but considering how the first time Obi saw a charcuterie board, he shouted, Oh, Lunchables!--

Well, Mitsuhide can accept that maybe they have different benchmarks for fancy. And somehow just the simple act of calling it that does make it taste better. Or at least more satisfying when it’s shoved between a Hawaiian roll and deli cheese.

There’s a soft shuffle by the kitchen door, and a wild thatch of bristle peeps around the frame. Mitsuhide shakes his head with huff. That’s a new one-- just think the devil’s name and he appears.

Obi lopes into the kitchen, all long limbs and smooth movements, blurring right into the background without any effort at all. He’d gotten Mitsuhide a few times when he’d first moved in, popping up wherever it was sure to be the most inconvenient, grinning like a cat with feathers in its teeth. But once you knew the trick of it, well-- it’s no effort to keep the kid in his sights.

Which is why he has a full, uninterrupted view when Obi slips right up to Zen’s elbow, and asks, “Whatcha doing, chief?”

“Wah!” Pamphlets fly up, a glittering flock of wings swooping beneath the lamp. Zen slaps them down before they can skitter off the table’s edge. “Obi! Make noise for fuck’s sake!”

“Sorry,” he sing-songs, not a sincere note in it. Two long fingers pluck a pamphlet off the wood, twisting it between them. “What’s all this? They starting to put theme parks on exams now?”

“No.” Zen scowls, snatching it out of his hands. “I’m just making today’s itinerary.”

Mitsuhide slides his omelette onto a plate, turning just in time to catch the glance Obi sends him. It somehow says is he fucking with me while also implying I’ll hold him down if we gotta send him to the doctor. “An itinerary?”

He leans a hip against the island, fishing out a fork. What was it Obi always said? Dinner tastes better with a show. Time to find out whether it extends to breakfast too.

Zen fixes Obi with a look that could have had trenches with all its affront. “You can’t go to an amusement park without a plan. How else do you get on all the coasters?”

“It’s only Six Flags New England.” A week ago, the name alone made Obi flee like a cat from a bath, but now every syllable drips with derision, like a sommelier reviewing boxed wine. “They’ve got what? Superman?”

Mitsuhide shoves a corner of his omelette in his mouth. It’s not as good as a sausage, mushroom, and cheese, but, well, it’ll do. “Bizarro.”

“Bizarro.” Obi scoffs. “See? Nothing. Besides, I thought you were the kind of guy to spring for fast passes, boss.”

Zen’s always been sensitive; the sort of kid who tended to pop off when a situation came to a simmer instead of trying to turn down the heat. When Izana had been sitting president, he’s spent half his tenure fielding tense calls, sometimes even climbing into a towncar at a moment’s notice to be taken back east. The school, he’s always say, lifting a shoulder, my brother is proving to be a challenge, and my mother is...unreachable.

He’d thought this Zen kid must be like the ones he knew on the ice, punching first and asking questions later, complaining about being put in the box. All temper and no temperance, Mama used to say when she drove him home, can’t talk when you got plastic between your teeth.

But then he’d met him, undersized and stick-limbed, living in that house with people paid to be invisible. A kid with too much on his shoulders and too many eyes to watch him stumble under it. He’s come a long way from there.

So when Zen squirms in his chair, red already starting to lick up his neck, Mitsuhide doesn’t enjoy it. On the contrary, Zen’s discomfort is his discomfort, a failure of him to keep the watchful eye on him that Izana asked him to.

But it also doesn’t stop him from adding, “Shirayuki believes that waiting in line is part of the amusement park experience.”

Obi looks as though he’s just been told it’s his birthday and Christmas, all rolled into one. “Of course she does.” His mouth sharpens to a wicked grin. “So you’ll be lowering yourself to the peasant’s lines today, huh, Your Highness?”

“Don’t call me that,” he grumbles, swatting him away. “No one’s being lowered anywhere. We won’t be running into any of them so long as we get there early and hit the coasters in the right order.”

Obi coughs. Or at least, makes it sound like he is. “Uh-huh.”

“Where is Shirayuki anyway?” Zen glares at the empty doorway, brows heaving like thunderclouds over the bridge of his nose. “I thought you said you’d get her.”

“I did.” Obi twitches his shoulders; as good as a shrug, from him. “She’s getting ready.”

“It’s been fifteen minutes.” Zen’s glare changes target to him, thunder rolling in the tone of his voice. “Shirayuki doesn’t take this long to get ready.”

When Mitsuhide glances up, chewing around another stab of egg, kale, and chicken, Obi’s eyebrows are already there to meet him. His head tilts, just the barest degree; this is your show, big guy.

Mitsuhide coughs, trying to clear his throat of leaf bits. “Girls,” he starts, the ground sinking beneath him with each word, “like to look nice. Especially when they are on, uh, dates.”

“This isn’t a date,” Zen informs him, more than a little put out. “Obi’s going.”

The sound Obi makes can only be termed as distressed. “I didn’t want to.”

For exactly this reason, is what he doesn’t say. Doesn’t even show it on his face, though it has to be lurking beneath it, considering how he--

Well, considering nothing Mitsuhide knows for sure. But certainly a few things he reasonably suspects.

“Chief.” Obi flips the chair next to him, straddling it. “You know, I really thought it couldn’t be true. I really wanted to give you the benefit of the doubt. But to hear you now--” he leans in, one narrow brow raising the same time his voice drops-- “you really do chicken out when it comes to getting chummy with Doc.”

Mitsuhide nearly chokes on his chicken.

Zen’s red all over, like someone pulled him from a boiling pot and put him on a plate. “You don’t know that.”

“Sure I do,” he says, so easy. “Doc told me.”

“She said that?” His skin’s so flushed Mitsuhide’s half afraid he’ll pass out, but instead he just collapses against the ladderback, head buried in his arms. “Shirayuki?”

“Pretty much.” Obi sighs, hands braced on the table. “I mean, is it so hard to say she looks nice when she dresses up? Or that you like her hair, or--” he stumbles, shaking his head-- “no, not the hair. Too loaded. But you know, one of her floaty little numbers. Her freckles. Something.”

“I have!”

Obi lifts a dubiously narrow eyebrow. “Like when?”

“Ah...” Whatever the answer is, it’s not helping his blood flow problem. Mitsuhide nearly opens his mouth, searching for a good way to make himself a target-- “The Big E.”

Well, there goes that plan.

Obi’s inquisition crumples into confusion. “What? When did you--”

Every word ekes into the air with the utmost resistance. “When she was wearing your hoodie.”

“When she was wearing my--?” Gold eyes round to coins. “Chief.”

For a solid minute, that’s the only reaction-- wide-eyed disbelief, earned from two sides. But Obi coughs, mouth twitching, and it’s a snort, a smirk, and--

And then Obi launches himself away from the table, both hands still gripping the edge as he falls apart utterly. The chair’s back keeps him from putting his head between his knees, but spiritually he’s there, tears tracking down his cheeks as his laughs wheeze out of him

One hand finally slaps the table, like he’s asking for a time out. Zen frowns down at him, red finally fading to a painful pink. “It’s not that funny.”

“It is,” Obi squeaks, and Mitsuhide has to shove his last bite of omelette into his mouth to stifle his own noises. It’s no good-- Zen whips around and gives him the same glare he’s been saving for Obi.

“If you don’t cut it out,” he says loftily, “I’m going to let a freshman stay in your room.”

Well, that brings Obi up. “Fine,” he coughs, voice still ragged from laughing. “But still. My hoodie.”

“The sleeves hung over her hands! It was cute.” Zen huffs, folding his arms over his chest. “Fine, if I’m so bad, why don’t you two show me how it’s done?”

There’s a pause, long and loaded; enough that Mitsuhide glances up from his plate to see just what tomfoolery he should brace himself to break up--

Only to find Zen staring at him.

Intellectually, Mitsuhide is aware that Zen is a Wisteria. He met him through Izana, after all; he’s been over to the manor, he’s even met their prodigal mother on one of her rare stopovers between vacations. But when he thinks of the name, it’s Izana who springs to mind, the gears churning behind his eyes.

It’s not often that Zen reminds him of his brother; Cookie’s always said that Izana takes after their mother with that long and lean model build, while Zen has always been Kain’s child. But now, now--

He sees it, and it sends a shiver right through him.

With a quirk of his lips, Zen says, so like Izana that if he closed his eyes he wouldn’t know any different, “You first, Mitsuhide.”

Obi’s mouth curves into a leer. “Yeah, Big Guy. Show us the skills that got you Ms Kiki.”

This probably isn’t the time to tell them that it wasn’t him who got her; Mitsuhide hadn’t been trying to do anything more than be the friend she needed, to be a person she could confide in, could trust. People like that were thin on the ground for girls like her; heiress tended to make men see dollar signs instead of personality. But Kiki--

Well, she had other ideas. Ones he’d only cottoned onto when she climbed on top of him and shoved him against the couch cushions with her mouth.

“D-Don’t look at me!” he manages, trying to busy himself with anything. But there’s only a plate to be put in the sink, and a pan to be wiped. Not enough to fake a decent amount of responsibility. “I’m not--”

“Aw, c’mon, Big Man. Don’t leave us hanging.” Obi leans back, grin so wide it practically splits his face. “Lemme paint the scene. You’re single, Doc is adorable, and she’s waiting there--” he gestures to Zen, who flutters his eyelashes in precisely the way Shirayuki doesn’t-- “for you to make your move. Go!”

He could point out he’s not single, and that he doesn’t have any plans to change that anytime soon-- but that only ends in one way: a two-pronged mockery with additional ridicule provided by the impending arrival of his better half. He could also point out that of all the people in this room, he’s the only one who hasn’t wanted to date Shirayuki, but-- well, the problems with that one were obvious.

Instead, Mitsuhide takes in a deep breath, learns on the counter, and says, “Why, Shirayuki! You’re looking beautiful this morning. Those shorts really flatter your legs.”

There is a long silence, and then to everlasting embarrassment, they burst out laughing.

“Her shorts?” Zen’s hand is pressed to his chest, like he needs support to keep upright. “That’s all you can think of? Her shorts?”

“Well, Obi said not to do her hair,” he protests. “Complimenting her dress seemed like low hanging fruit. I was trying to be unique.”

Obi doesn’t even bother to remain horizontal, sprawling himself over the long forgotten maps. “So you went for her legs?”

“There’s nothing wrong with legs!”

“Oh, no, of course not,” Zen sputters out in an effort to keep his mouth straight. “Definitely a very neutral place to comment on.”

“Definitely not known for being attached to things like asses.” Obi’s mouth twitches, as much a sign for danger as thunder rolling in the distance. “Or puss--”

“I was not trying to comment on that.” He’d felt bad for Zen earlier, but the sentiment doesn’t seem mutual. “It’s not typical, sure, but Kiki never seems to mind when I compliment--”

“Kiki?” Zen squawks. “Kiki?”

“Well, I think we’re all learning a little too much about Big Guy today,” Obi wheezes. “Mainly that it’s Ms Kiki that chased him, and not the other way around.”

“Yeah.” Zen shakes his head, long and slow and solemn, like a doctor about to give a terminal diagnosis. “No game at all.”

Mitsuhide’s not a competitive man. Sure, he was forward on the ice, the kind of player that got sent to the box before the end of the first half and slid right into the captain spot when it was vacant. Aggression is part of the game, competition laced in every turn of his skate and lift of his stick, but that’s a different situation, a different language--

But it’s that part of him that surges beneath his skin right now, that makes him want to saunter over and put both hands on that rickety, painted wood until it creaks. That makes him want to take a full minute to bend down, showing off every centimeter of his one-ninety plus, and ask real low if either of them has made a girl beg on their cock lately, but--

He puts it in its place. That sort of talk always sounded better en français anyway.

Zen waves his hand, slipping his pamphlets out from under Obi. “Anyway, enough messing around. Are you still making omelettes, Mitsuhide?”

“Ohh, omelettes?” Obi spins to him with wide eyes. “Can I get mine with fancy ham?”

Mitsuhide blinks. “Wait, aren’t you going to do your take?”

“Nah.”

Zen shrugs. “Joke’s over.”

“So I just did that for no reason--?”

“I wouldn’t say no reason,” Zen wheedles. “It was very educational.”

Obi grins. “Mainly about how Big Guy likes legs--”

“Oh,” drawls a voice that makes his body go cold and hot at the same time. When he turns, it’s Kiki leaning against the jamb, a single elegant brow raised, excusing amusement and menace in equal measure. “Am I to take it that the show is over?”

“K-kiki,” he stammers. “How long--?”

“Hm.” She saunters over to the counter, slipping onto a stool with a casual grace that still leaves his mouth dry. “Long enough. I have to admit, I was looking forward to seeing a display of Obi’s fabled moves.”

“Ms Kiki,” Obi simpers, pressing a hand to his chest. “I’d be happy to give you a personal demonstration anytime.”

Both her brows raise. “Did I say I was desperate?”

He’s saved from Obi’s answer by Shirayuki padding into the kitchen, flushed and breathless. “Oh, you were right Kiki! Everyone is already ready. Sorry to make you wait.”

There’s a hesitation in the air, and Mitsuhide can’t figure it out, not until he sees-- she’s wearing shorts.

Shirayuki blinks. “Is something wrong?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” Kiki hums, sending him a gaze so wicked it should be illegal outside the bedroom. “Do you have anything to say to her, Mitsuhide?”

“No!” It comes out a little too harsh, a little too loud. “I mean, I, uh...like your sandals!”

“Sandals,” Obi snickers, a sound that’s only covered by Zen’s hushed, “Shut up.”

“Oh!” She blinks down. “Thank you. I got them at Payless. I, um, don’t think they make them in your size.”

“No,” he manages mildly. “I don’t imagine they would.”

“You do look real cute, Doc,” Obi chimes in, slinking out of his seat to circle around her. “Did you dress up for today?”

Zen makes a noise, somewhere between a choke and a gasp, but even with the pink brushing her cheeks, Shirayuki’s too used to his antics to do much more than sigh.

“Of course I did, Obi.” Her fists perch high on her hips, cocked as she talks to him. “It’s the last time we’re all going to be going out together, isn’t it? What could be more special than that?”

Mitsuhide may not be a competitive man, and especially isn’t a malicious one, but when Obi’s jaw goes slack, the tips of his ears darkening just the slightest bit, well-- he does indulge in the slightest bit of schadenfreude.

“Well,” Zen says, a little sharp. “Let’s get going.”

“Aw!” Obi whips around. “What about fancy ham?”

“I don’t think you need--”

“Oh, I haven’t had breakfast either!” Shirayuki adds, eyes wide. “Do we have time?”

Zen hesitates, and then with a sigh, relents. “We’ll stop at Dunkies.”

#obiyuki #akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #The Wide Florida Bay #modern au #my fic #ans #mitsuhide gets so few POVs in the fic I can't help but let them get away from me okay #he's a gift #the actual six flags chapters are gonna have rotating POV #and it was just supposed to START with him #but then i was like WHAT IF I INCLUDED THE SCENE FROM BEFORE THE CANON DATE #and now we are here

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notalwaysthevillian · 3 years

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My Whirlpool of a Life

Ships: Kaminari/OC

Word Count: ~2.7k

I will not be doing a tag list for this fic.

Masterlist

Chapter 8: Time for a Rescue

The four of us were able to hit our targets with ease, since most of them were still groggy from being flesh balls.

“That was so gross.” I said as we headed to the ante room. “I know we might work with these people eventually, but if I can avoid him I’ll be that much happier.”

“You weren’t the one who was manhandled.” Kirishima shivered. “I never want to go through that again.”

“Shut up! Let’s just get back.”

Walking faster, I matched Bakugo’s pace. We walked in silence for a second before he broke.

“What?”

I didn’t look at him. “You knew, didn’t you?”

“Knew what?”

“That it was too dry.” I saw him tense up out of the corner of my eye. “You wanted me to come with you because you knew I’d have trouble. If I stayed with the others I would’ve been taken out.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He grumbled, but it was half-hearted.

Nodding, I slowed to walk with Kami again, but not before whispering a quick “thanks”. There was a quiet grunt as a response, which I figured was the best I was going to get out of Bakugo.

“What was that about?” Kami asked as he claimed my hand.

“Nothing.”

He gave me a look. “You talked to Bakugo without him yelling or exploding something. How did you survive?”

“SHUT UP!”

The speaker crackled to life again. “Our total is at 82.”

Kami squeezed my hand. “Do you think our classmates have passed already?”

“I hope so. Todoroki probably did already, I saw his ice wall earlier.”

I could see explosions and dust flying around at the far end of the arena.

“Wow, everyone is going crazy.”

“Hey, look!” Kaminari pointed. I saw Midoriya, Uraraka, and Sero walking up to the ante room too. “Aw, yeah! Class A represent!”

Uraraka grinned. “You know it! Our class is amazing! We did it!”

“Class 1-A!” Kirishima started chanting, and most of the rest of us joined in.

“I’m glad you passed!” I threw my arms around Uraraka. “What happened to everyone else? I thought you were staying together?”

“Remember that boy that was super nice when we first got here? He has a quirk that lets him break up the ground! We all got separated!”

“I’m lucky I stuck with these guys then.” I gestured to Kirishima and Kaminari on either side of me. “The air is too dry in here, and we weren’t close enough to the water area for me to borrow any. I was pretty much useless.”

“Hey, that’s not true!” Kiri protested. “You helped Kaminari get us out of there.”

“Bug did most of the work.”

Kaminari kissed my cheek. “That time, but I’m sure you’re gonna be the one taking the lead in the future. We’ll just stick closer to the water next time.”

We headed into the ante room, spotting Todoroki, Shoji, Tsu, Jirou, and Yaoyorozu hovering around. Yaoyorozu looked relieved as we all walked in, munching on some dumplings.

“Oh hey! What a relief. I was starting to get worried.”

“No need to worry about us, Yao-Momo!” Kaminari led me over to them. “What’s up? When did you guys pass?”

“Yeah, have you guys been here for long?”

Shoji shook his head. “We just finished as well. Todoroki beat us here.”

“Honestly I was kind of shocked Bakugo wasn’t here already.” Jirou said as she joined us. “But I get it now. It’s because Kaminari was with him.”

“Come on! Why am I getting dragged today?!”

I rubbed the back of my neck. “If anyone was the weak link on that team it was me today. I probably should’ve gone for the water zone.”

“You would’ve been taken out before you got there.” Bakugo huffed, rolling his shoulders back. “Doesn’t matter anyway, we passed.”

“You don’t think that was it, do you?” Yaoyorozu finished off another dumpling. “It seems awfully easy to just outlast people. There’s more to being a hero than that.”

“Whatever. I’m gonna be the hero that saves people. My sidekicks can deal with cleaning up.”

Bakugo walked off toward the food, Kirishima on his heels.

“He actually seems less grouchy today.” I said, earning looks from everyone else. “He won’t admit it but if he hadn’t told me to stay with him, I would’ve probably been tagged out. He pretty much saved me today.”

Kaminari slung his arm around my shoulders. “When did he tell you that?”

“Before, when Shindo was being overly nice.”

“Overly nice?”

“Did you think he was that nice?” Everyone nodded at me. “Bakugo was right, the look in his eye didn’t match what he was saying. His vibes were all off.”

“You can’t always judge someone on vibes alone.” Shoji manifested another arm, grabbing some food from the table.

“I know, but we weren’t wrong.”

“Hey,” Uraraka walked up with a key. “Tsu told me they want us to put the targets back on the shelf. You need help taking them off?”

“I’ve got it.” Kaminari took the key and unlocked the one on my back, his fingers brushing against my hip.

“Hey! Watch your hands.”

I could hear the smile in his voice. “I’m just undoing your targe - OW!”

Jirou’s earphone jack recoiled back to her ear and she winked.

Once my targets were off, Kaminari handed me the key. “Now you do me.”

“Phrasing, Bug.” I giggled, quickly taking his targets off.

He pecked me on the forehead. “I know what I said.”

“Gross.”

Laughing at Jirou’s reaction, I grabbed our targets and headed over to put them away, leaving Kami to be told off by her.

“Your boyfriend is cute.” A girl in a Shiketsu uniform was leaning against the wall. She gave me a smile, but it felt more crazy than sweet. “Not as cute as the green-haired boy over there though.”

“Thanks?” I placed the targets on the shelf, before putting the key back on its hook. “What’s your na - oh.”

As I turned back around, she was gone.

“Weird.”

The boy from before, Yoarashi, waved and walked over. “I heard that Class A had someone join after the sports festival. I didn’t see you there, so I have to assume…”

“Yep! That’s me.” I pointed to myself with both thumbs, before laughing. “Guess my boyfriend’s dorkiness is rubbing off on me.”

“When you spend a lot of time with people, you adopt their mannerisms!” He laughed a hearty laugh. “I was curious as to what your quirk is.”

“You have to tell me yours first.”

“That is only fair!” When he spoke, it was loud. “My quirk is Whirlwind. It allows me to control air currents.”

The air around us picked up speed, blowing my hair back.

“Cool!” I activated my quirk, drawing the water out of my belt. “Mine is…I guess Whirlpool? I can control water! If it’s not too dry out I can pull the water from the air, or if there’s water nearby I can use it.”

“A powerful quirk! Your parents must be proud!”

I knew he hadn’t meant anything by it, but I could feel the water whip around my legs as the memories started to come back again. “I’m sure they would be if they were still around.”

He bowed, his head touching the ground again. “My apologies!”

Everyone started looking at us. I threw my hands up, waving them. “It’s okay, really.”

An alarm went off, rescuing me from this conversation. I knew he meant well, but I really didn’t want to continue.

“The last students pass! Every slot is now filled! One hundred students will advance! The end is finally here! Wah-hoo!”

“That’s the most excited I’ve heard that guy all day.” Kami said as he came over and pulled me back towards our classmates.

“Our whole class passed! I’m so excited!” Uraraka cheered, jumping up and down.

I cheered with her. “We did it!!”

It took about 15 minutes for everyone to regather. I felt a little bad for the people who had to withdraw, but that was the nature of the test I guess.

“For the hundred of you who passed the first test, please turn your attention toward the screen.”

I looked up, seeing live footage of the test arena. It was quiet for a moment before explosions rocked the arena, causing multiple collapses in different areas.

“There’s only one more round to the exam. Your goal is simple: undertake rescue exercises and save the bystanders who are trapped in these disaster sites.”

“Rescue exercises?” I bounced on my toes, feeling the smile spread across my face. “This is what I was trained for!”

“Use this time to show us how you will carry out successful rescue procedures once you receive your provisional licenses.Treat this as though it was the real thing.”

The screen shifted, showing the people we had to rescue. There were some elderly, and some young.

“That’s so dangerous! Why are they here?”

“Little kids are prone to ignoring their parents and running toward heroes.” I pointed out, remembering what the Pussycats had taught me. “The elderly are often caught in the crossfire, due to the fact that they usually can’t move as fast.”

“…We’ll be judging on how well you keep them safe as you go about your mission. Oh, by the way, we’ll be scoring you on a point system. If you have more points than the benchmark at the time the exercise comes to an end, then you pass the exam. We’ll start in ten minutes. Take care of any necessary preparations now.”

I turned around only to find that all of my classmates had decided to talk to each other instead. “Okay, so I guess I’m the one making a plan.”

“Guess so.”

Turning around, I found Shindo standing there. “Look, I know you caught on to my nice act earlier too. But it’s a rescue mission, and we’re going to have to work together.”

“Agreed.” I gave him a nod. “I did a lot of rescue work with the Pussycats growing up. My quirk is well suited to search and rescue, especially if there are any broken bones.”

“Well I doubt that’ll be an issue, but good to know. We can get a first aid station set up straight away. Can you get your class to help with the search portion?”

“I’ll talk to them.”

He walked away without another word. I headed back to my classmates, seeing Mineta and Kami yelling at Midoriya about something.

I caught the word “naked” as I got closer, and crossed my arms over my chest. “Kaminari.”

He froze, a hand immediately going to the back of his neck. “Dew Drop!”

“What’s going on?”

“N-nothing! We’re just talking to Midoriya!”

I glanced at Mineta, activating my quirk and locking him against the wall with a wave. “Mineta.”

“Midoriya saw a girl naked!”

I dropped the water. “That’s what you guys are worried about right now? We’re supposed to be planning for a rescue mission!”

“We get people, we get out. It’s easy.” Mineta waved a hand in the air. “This is juicier.”

He walked off, leaving a nervous Kaminari by my side. “Are you mad?”

“You’re a teenage boy, I’m not mad.” I rolled my eyes. “But can we focus on rescue? I’m actually good at this, I can get us to pass. I - I want to make up for not helping as much in the first round.”

“Nami, you did what you could.” Kaminari pulled me into his arms, nuzzling the top of my head. “You can’t be the superstar every time. Unless you’re Bakugo.”

I giggled into his shirt, relaxing as his familiar supercharged scent surrounded me. “You’re right.”

A bell rang, making the two of us jump.

“Shit, I was supposed to -”

“Villains have performed a large-scale terrorist attack slanning all of Insert City Name Here. Since most buildings have collapsed, there are many injured.”

The walls around us broke apart and opened up, just like the start of our test.

“Due to heavily damaged roads, the first responders have unfortunately been delayed for the time being.”

“What is with these rooms?”

“Until emergency services arrive, the heroes in the area will lead the rescue efforts. Your task is to save as many people as you can and help the injured. And with that…BEGIN!”

“You three! With me!” Bakugo yelled before taking off.

I shook my head, staying with our classmates. Kaminari looked torn.

“Bug, go with him, it’s fine.”

He took off, splitting from our group.

Iida headed for the collapsed buildings, leading our little pack. “Let’s start by heading toward the closest urban area.”

Taking a deep breath, I threw up a water wall in front of them, making my classmates stop and turn back to me.

“Look. I’m the only one here trained in rescue.” I said before anyone could protest. “Let me give you some pointers?”

“Bestow your knowledge on us!” Iida stopped running, giving me his full attention.

“We will need to split up, that isn’t even a question. We go where we will be the most useful. For me and Tsu, that means the water terrain. Anyone else think they’ll be the best there?”

Todoroki raised his hand, and Hagakure’s glove went up.

I nodded. “Okay. Those of you who will do better in the urban area can stay here. Make sure you move people slowly until you can determine their injuries. Some you might not want to move at all, if they’re that injured. Yao-Momo, I’d recommend you stay here.”

“Got it.”

“And stay alert. Usually when there’s an earthquake, there’s aftershocks. There could be falling debris, or more explosions even. Keep sharp. Water team, follow me.”

The four of us split off, heading toward the river and the lake.

“Guys! Over there!”

A few people were clinging to rocks in the water. One boy looked terrified. “Help! I can’t swim!”

“Tsu, could you get him? I'd probably terrify him.” I activated my quirk, the water pulling the other people toward shore, keeping them elevated.

“We might need to warm them up. We should get firewood.” Todoroki said.

“On it!” Hagakure ran off in another direction.

Tsu swam out, putting the boy on her back and coming back to shore.

“Everything is going to be alright. We’re here to help you in any way we can.” I explained as we gathered them up. “Our friends went looking for firewood so we can get you guys warm. Is anyone injured?”

A few hands went up.

“Those of you uninjured, if you could separate from those that are injured. Tsu is going to talk to you and see what you remember.” I leaned over to her. “Do you know how to tell if someone has a concussion?”

“Ribbit. Yes.”

“Good. Look for those. There’s a chance someone has one and doesn’t know.”

She split off, and I headed toward the injured group. There weren’t too many people, only a small group of three.

“Who’s hurt the worst? Any broken bones? Does it hurt to breathe?” I asked, gently washing off what I hoped was fake blood with my quirk.

One of them raised a hand. “Breathing isn’t easy right now.”

“We’re going to get you to the first aid station right now. Are the other two of you okay to walk?”

They nodded.

“Tsu!” She looked up at me. “I’m taking them to the first aid station. I’ll be back once they’re secure!”

“Ribbit!”

I moved water around the person having trouble breathing, floating him in a pool of water as we moved. “We’ll get you all help. What are your names?”

“You’re very good at this, young lady.” One woman said, after they’d all given me names.

I blushed. “Just doing my job. I learned from the Wild, Wild Pussycats.”

“Then they’re excellent teachers.”

We reached the first aid station just as Midoriya came running up with a kid. I got them all settled with the other class, nodding at Shindo, who gave me a nod back. He gestured to someone else, who ran up and helped me out with the one who was having trouble breathing.

“Potentially cracked ribs.” I whispered.

We got them settled in the area and things seemed to be going well.

BOOM!

#mha #my hero academia #kaminari x oc #kaminari/oc

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sector-i-closed · 4 years

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Our Destiny

Demon au or the second time I've done a demon, au

Tagging @youneedapiratekink and @atiny-piratequeen seemed to be interested in this au

Warning: Smut

Loud whimpers dripped from your mouth as your face was smushed against the window that faced the dark street outside. Behind you Hongjoong, the demon who had seduced you into allowing him access to your sex to supposedly give you relief of the pent up tension that he was responsible for was working you up to your third orgasm so far.

"Mmph nghh~" Your broken whines filled the air as his almost scorching hot fingers filled your entrance, thrusting deeply and creating loud squelching sounds as he penetrated your heat repeatedly. Weakness was overwhelming you, the energy that he was feeding from at your expense was steadily being depleted from you.

"Look at you, wanting to keep going until I fuck you to death with just my fingers." Hongjoong mused out loud, continuously pressing his free hand against your back to keep you in place in your position in front of the window. Your eyes were focused on the glittering dots of the stars in the night sky, ignoring the cars that were passing in front of your residence.

The mortification and shyness was long forgotten by the time you had experienced your first orgasm, and now you were too fucked out to care that you were on display for anyone to see with your pants pooling down to your ankles.

"Gah oh fuck~!" You whined, the oversensitivity getting the better of you but you were almost going to cum all over his fingers again.

"Oh you're pretending that the people outside are not out there enjoying how good you look while my fingers are pleasuring your pussy, hm?" Hongjoong whispered against your ear, his warm breath against your ear canal almost knocked you down to your knees as your internal sensations overpowered you.

"Mmm~!" You moaned against the glass, almost wanting to tell him to fuck off about how people might see you but his fingers made you feel too good to say anything and the way his soft lips attached themselves to your neck was welcomed but the possessive nature of how he marked your neck made you reel from the disbelief of how good he felt. You desperately distracted your attention to the moments that led up to this, trying not to think about how painfully sensitive your sex was despite wanting all that he could give you.

You had felt alone, waiting anxiously in your bedroom for Hongjoong, the demon whom you had befriended in the past years to appear in your room as was the normal ocurrance at night. It had been an emotionally draining day and it had been a much bigger struggle to keep your head up and face the things that forced you to have to be strong for yourself and the people that you dearly loved even though some made you feel as if they didn't care about your feelings but you weren't carrying on with your life for them, it was all for you and the people that you cared for.

Tonight you felt even more pointless and wished to be wanted or needed by individuals, which was something that you pined for often but wasn't reciprocated by others. You told yourself that you were used to it and the temptation of giving yourself to the demon who had made you feel valuable as a living entity was something that was making you feel weak, clouding your judgment with lust and desire at recalling the sultry words spoken 'I want you. No one else deserves you except me' remembering the way the warmth of his breath fanned against your ear encouraged intense heat and yearning to pool in your pelvis as your heart thumped heavily against your chest.

But you were not willing to spend an eternity bound to Hongjoong, no matter how much he wanted you so the bonding with him through sex was out of the question and you would learn to suffer with the throbbing between your legs. One lifetime was enough for you to live in your opinion and the thought of living any longer than that was enough to induce a severe migraine to radiate through your skull. A memory flashed through your mind of the dreams that you would have of the demon pleasuring you with heated kisses and unending sessions of him lapping at your heat.

You shuddered at the memory, unconsciously palming your own heat to find a way to disperse some of the tension that was building there.

"I see that you have been anticipating my return~" Hongjoong's voice was right next to your ear, sounding rather nonchalant in spite of the way you were touching yourself before you swiftly removed your hand from your sex.

"Wah... No I mean yes I've been waiting!" You smiled sheepishly as you turned your head and made eye contact with the dark orbs that lured you into an abyss of darkness, whispering to you to give in to your feelings and bind your soul to him forever.

"I knew you were~ I love how honest you're being with me which is uncharacteristic of you~" The demon chuckled, gracing your back lightly with a touch of his hand, the intense warmth of his skin seeping through your clothing and tantalizing the nerve endings of your skin.

"Could you not be so irritating?!" You huffed, still feeling anxious as to weather or not Hongjoong had seen you touching yourself.

"Why are you so tense, my love~?" That same tone that got under your skin was repeated and you had to admit to yourself that you were equal parts nervous, agitated and needy.

"Why are you like this?" You dramatically waved your hands in the air, causing the demon to smirk at your vagueness.

"What do you mean by 'this'?" Hongjoong hummed, analyzing your expression and picking up on the aroused energy that your body reeked of.

"What do you mean!?" You hoped to wriggle out of explaining what you were referring to and he quirked his eyebrows in amusement.

"Why do you want to make yourself suffer when I could give you the pleasure that you desire right now~?" He smirked, tracing his fingers along your thighs. Your resistance melted away with each caress against your beautiful curves.

"I don't know what you mean but go ahead?"

A sudden thrust of his digits jabbed straight against your g spot, distracting your thoughts and prompting you to cry out to the point that you were sure that you were going to spasm right then until Hongjoong pulled his sheathed fingers from your pulsing heat.

"We both know you're not going to live much longer if I continue to fuck you endlessly because your body is insatiable and you're craving my cock to bond you to me. You've been fighting our destiny, and you don't have to." The demon purred, dipping his hot fingers into your mouth so that you could taste your own sweetness on his fingers.

Your mouth readily accepted the digits that were inserted into your mouth and you moaned in delight, feeling more aroused by the act of tasting the sticky essence that dripped from your heat.

"I can save you from dying right now or we can stretch this process out until you're so weak that you're begging me to fuck your lifeless body. What will it be, kitten?" Hongjoong smirked against your ear, removing his fingers from your mouth so that you could give him an answer.

You whimpered at the loss of being filled and you were now afraid, what had you gotten yourself into? This was only supposed to be temporary, gaining relief of the desire inside of you but after the demon laid his hands on you things didn't work out as planned, your body craving more and more as he depleted the energy that you expelled.

"There's no going back once we've started, baby." Hongjoong murmured, boldly bringing your hand down to his crotch so that you could feel what you were denying yourself of. Your heat clenched lustfully as you palmed his hard length, the twitches reminding you of how needy you were between your legs.

Living for eternity didn't seem so bad at the present moment and you wanted to be satisfied as deeply as his length had potential to satisfy you and what was the point of dying when he could make you feel like he had given you the universe.

"Please Hongjoong, I want your cock..." You pleaded desperately, your body trembling from the loss of strength that you were experiencing.

"Such a good girl, telling me what she wants. I can't believe that you're not being as stubborn as I had thought you would be." The demon moved himself away from your body so that he could unfasten his pants.

"Stay there, precious." He ordered, "I want everyone to see what's mine and see how I go about making you mine forever."

You groaned lowly, feeling your arousal seep along your inner thighs as he slipped his member between your folds, guiding his warm length inside of your throbbing heat until he was stretching your channel to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck..." You moaned, taking pleasure in how snug your heat fit around his cock.

"You're so tight baby, this pussy was destined to become mine wasn't it~?" He rocked his hips into your body, thrusting briskly into your heat and pleasing you even more than when he had filled you with his fingers.

"Oh god~..." You choked out, his pace becoming faster and quickly building back the pleasure that you had nearly experienced earlier.

"I'm -I'm~..." You gasped, followed by a shrill scream that vibrated the glass window as Hongjoong tightened a hand around your throat while you felt your climax crash through your body unexpectedly without time to warn Hongjoong that his constant assault had tipped you over the edge.

"So soon baby? I thought sure you would have taken your time but we have forever to do that." Hongjoong panted briskly, pinning your body harder against the window as he released his hot come inside of you.

You almost screamed at the intense heat that spread through your pelvis, his release manipulating your cells to morph into a supernatural being like himself and changing everything about how your body was chemically structured until you became a demon like himself.

"Wha-what's h-happening to me!!" You groaned at the heated tingles that circulated through your body, enduring the transformation.

"You're doing so well, princess~ We really are for each other." Hongjoong commented in a sultry whisper, stroking your back proudly as he kept his length inside of you to make certain that your body absorbed every drop of his release.

"This is our destiny. You're my precious treasure forever."

#ateez smut #ateez scenarios #smut #kpop smut #kpop imagines #kim hongjoong smut #Kim Hongjoong scenarios

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