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demaparbat-hp · 23 hours ago
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For your Dandadan AU. Are we in a "Modern Setting" (e.i. No bending)? Or you are having their "supernatural powers" be homages to their bending powers?
Something tells me that Aang is going to get the Jiji role. Only Aang to be that goofy, and do the thing that will happen in Season 2.
Are you also having Kanna as the stand-in for Seiko?
Hi, and thanks for asking!
I'll be leaving this over here and the rest of the lore under the cut.
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The Dandadan AU takes place in a modern setting, much like the anime/manga does. There are legends about people who could control the elements in ancient times, but those are just tales—humans can't bend.
Spirits and Yokai, however, are a different story.
Each character's supernatural abilities reflect their original bending prowess! Zuko is a bit of an exception, since I'm leaning towards the shadow and stealth aspect of the Blue Spirit. Fire is still there, just in a different form.
Katara has natural bloodbending powers which the Painted Lady enhances. Whenever Katara taps into the yokai's curse on her, she becomes able to control water as well. Azula (in Aira's role!) will get lightning, illusion, and deception powers from a Kemurikage yokai.
Seiko's role gets passed on to Hama and Iroh. They're both part of the White Lotus, a society of mediums and yokai hunters from all nations.
Hama is Katara's Gran Gran, a stern and rather intense old woman who has made several deals with the Gods of the Land. She delivers corrupted souls to them in exchange for strength, protection, and an emergency tap into the bloodbending powers that she wouldn't be able to harness otherwise.
Meanwhile, Iroh becomes spiritually enlightened after his son's death. He's a beacon for corrupted spirits and bloodthirsty yokai—mostly because of his unnatural ability to rehabilitate said beings. The Painted Lady is one such yokai, and isn't it ironic that Iroh's own nephew is now one of his patients?
Hama sends most of the yokai she hunts down to Iroh due to his ability for dealing with them. If Iroh can't help a yokai move on peacefully, she finishes the job. Not because he can't do it, but Hama is the one who does what she considers to be "the fucking bulk of the iceberg" and Iroh can't take all the credit for it, damn it.
As for Aang...
The Avatar State is terrifying, which makes it the perfect stand in for the thing. Aang has such an outstanding amount of spiritual energy that he's a beacon for all spirits and yokai out there. Which...isn't good. Especially when one of the most ancient and powerful spirits out there wants to possess him.
Which leads us to the Avatar State.
I made the choice to remove his power over the four elements to focus instead on something much more interesting and fitting for this AU: energybending.
The Avatar is able to manipulate all vital and spiritual energy around him, as well as give or take everyone else's powers at will. This makes him pretty much the most dangerous being to ever exist, since he can make everyone powerless by simply willing it so.
As for the Avatar's motivation? He's a protective yet ruthless spirit that has laid dormant for thousands of years, but a certain event woke him up to a world in disarray. His purpose has always been to keep balance in the world, but the concept itself of balance can be easily corrupted.
The Avatar comes from a world that doesn't exist anymore—a far better place that he wishes to recreate and bring to life once more. Even if he must destroy this version of earth to birth it anew.
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wosospacegirl · 3 days ago
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And they were roommates - part 4
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Summary: Y/n gets injured and has to stay in recovery for 8 months. It's a good thing her friend and teammate Kyra is more than willing to move in with her. wink wink
Warnings: kissing!!making out!! idiots falling in love!! team banter!!!
Word count: 4.7k
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| PART 1 | | PART 2 | PART 3 |
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Kyra thought that last night had been a product of her dreams. She had kissed Y/n, her long-time friend and roommate while watching ‘But I’m a Cheerleader’. And when she woke up, she was cuddling with Y/n, which made everything even better.
Kyra’s arm was spread out on the mattress while Y/n slept on top of it, mouth slightly open as she breathed quietly. Her cast was on top of a pillow and her other–and good – leg was intertwined with Kyra’s. Kyra didn’t want to get out of bed, especially when Y/n’s sleeping face looked so cute, but it was 6:30 in the morning and both girls had a big day ahead of them.
The girl enjoyed a few seconds of Y/n’s warm body against her, but before Kyra could say anything, Y/n began to move slightly, pushing her face closer to Kyra’s body until she was lying on her chest, her left arm hanging on Kyra’s shoulder.
The physical touch was welcomed by Kyra. She gently ran her hands over Y/n’s scalp. “Good morning,” Kyra said in a hoarse morning voice.
“Hmm,” Y/n murmured, not opening her eyes, feeling the softness of Kyra’s shirt against her cheek. “What time is it?”
“Almost 7.”
“Too early, wanna sleep more.”
Kyra stroked her cheek. “I know, but you can take a nap after we get back from Arsenal, yeah? You have physio today.”
“I forgot about that,” Y/n said, finally opening her eyes to look at Kyra. “You’re pretty, did you know that?” she said smiling, still a bit dazed from the deep sleep she had been in.
Kyra blushed slightly, but hid it with a grin “Is that why you kissed me yesterday? Because I'm pretty or something?”
“Yeah… or something.,” Y/n said, kissing Kyra softly on the lips.
Kyra froze for a moment, but quickly melted into Y/n’s kiss.“We're just doing this now, aren’t we?” Kyra asked, smiling. “I mean, I'm not complaining.”
“What? Kissing? I guess so if you still want to.”
“Great, I do, I wanna do it a lot.”
“A lot?” Y/n giggled. “Won't even make me work for it” she said teasingly.
“If your leg wasn’t broken maybe, I might not be so nice,” Kyra said, tapping her chin. “But since I'm still your caretaker, then yes, you get free kisses.”
Y/n smiled, cupped Kyra’s jaw and brought her face closer, their lips touching. and Y/n deepened the kiss, neither caring if the other had morning breath or not.
“You’re the best caretaker, ever” Y/n whispered against Kyra’s mouth.
“Glad you like it, I might put it on my resume for when I retire,” Kyra said. She hesitated at first, but gently placed her hands under Y/n’s shirt, feeling the skin on her waist. “So I can get a job afterwards, or whatever.”
Y/n shook her head and kissed Kyra some more. “No, I don’t wanna share you with other sad and injured footballers, I just want you for myself.”
“So are you admitting you like having me around?” Kyra said.
“I mean, you give great kisses and you always remind me to take my medicine, so yeah, maybe I do.”
Kyra loved hearing that she gave great kisses. The thought of being complimented by Y/n made her brain go fuzzy. It was quite an overwhelming and new feeling. So Kyra turned to what she knew best: jokes.
Kyra pumped her fist dramatically in the air “Yey! Would you mind repeating that again?” She picked up her phone and opened a recording app.
“Oh fuck off,” Y/n pushed the phone away, laughing. “We were having a moment.”
“Sorry, couldn't help myself, let’s just kiss some more,” Kyra said before filling Y/n’s face with kisses.
..
They didn't talk about it.
They didn't talk about any of the kisses they had shared. They hadn't mentioned whatever it was they were doing, not because they didn't want to, or because it was awkward, it was just because it felt normal. As if they'd been in this domestic routine for ages.
Kissing Kyra; telling her she was pretty; cuddling up with her at night…it was all normal, comfortable and serene. Their routine didn’t change, they continued to do the same things every day, except they kissed.
Y/n was always very focused on football. So focused that she simply did not care about other things, like romantic relationships. She put everything she had into football because she knew it was up to her and no one else. She didn’t really open up to people, especially those who weren't her friends, so it was hard to build any type of romantic relationship.
However, after all these weeks of living with Kyra, she’d realised that her friend had meant a lot more to her, and she wasn’t afraid to show it. It felt good to finally let go and relax, to put football and her long-standing fear of vulnerability aside for a moment.
This wasn’t Y/n’s first time being with someone, she had one-night stands before, but they’d been very…awkward. In the mornings, she and random girls Y/n had met in London’s nightlife would dance around ‘good mornings’ and ‘see you’ or even ‘we should do this again’. But it was all very superficial, as it had to be.
Y/n was not sure what Kyra thought of their thing but she seemed to enjoy it. Y/n didn’t want to put a label on it. She just wanted to kiss Kyra some more, cuddle with her through the night and overall just enjoy their little domestic, and pretty much, ordinary life.
They didn’t have to rush into it, or overthink it. Just live in it for a while. There was no big elephant in the room that needed to be discussed. There was just Kyra and Y/n, and she was grateful for that.
After a few minutes of lying in bed and doing nothing, the girls left the bed and went to the kitchen to start their day.
“You can add the mushrooms and onions now, but let it cook before you add the salt and pepper” Y/n said. She sat on the kitchen counter while Kyra stood by the stove, wearing Y/n's apron with the saying ‘I love stirring things up’. It looked cute on her, but the size wasn’t right.
Y/n made a note to buy an apron just for Kyra. She didn’t really enjoy sharing her things. Red flag, yeah.
Kyra had a frown on her face, if Y/n hadn't known they were only making omelettes, she would have thought Kyra was being sent off to war.
“I hate cooking,” Kyra muttered, stirring the mushrooms uninterestedly.
“We can't live off of cereal for the next months to come,” Y/n said, without looking at Kyra, concentrating instead on the recipe book in her hand. “Can you also chop the spinach for me when you're done?”
Kyra grumbled so that was a yes.
Y/n took the eggs and the bowl that were already on the counter and started beating the eggs with a whisk.
Y/n loved to cook. It was one of the most therapeutic things for her. She loved cooking for herself and for others. She took pride in eating something and being able to explain, step by step, what she had done and what ingredients she had used.
When she got injured the doctors had told her that she wouldn't be able to stand for long periods of time, so cooking and baking was promptly removed from the list of things she enjoyed, but couldn't do, along with football and morning runs.
This was the first day she had cooked since the injury. She had tried cooking standing up in her crutches but this had led to her falling over while trying to pick up ingredients from the pantry. She had cried her eyes out of anger before Kyra found her on the floor, a mess of tomatoes and beetroot down with her.
She felt frustrated and pathetic, but there was nothing she could do about it except accept that she was fated to eat Kyra’s bad food for a while.
A few weeks after that incident, she tried another strategy, the one she was doing right now: sitting on the counter while giving instructions to Kyra, but, of course, she got frustrated again because Kyra couldn't follow instructions and Y/n was too much of a control freak, so she gave up cooking one more time
However, something had happened between Kyra and Y/n–they kissed! Y/n hoped that since they shared quite a few kisses, they could successfully share a kitchen as well, so she tried cooking again.
“Hey, what are you doing?” Y/n shouted from the other side of the kitchen.
Kyra stopped putting whatever spice she was adding to the food and looked at Y/n confused, holding the spice jar in the air.“What? You told me to add salt and pepper on it after it was cooked!” Kyra said, defending herself.
“That's not pepper, that's paprika!” Y/n pointed out, hands down her face. “Now our omelette is ruined!”
“No, it's not,” Kyra made a face. “It's just paprika, not cocaine. We can eat it just fine.”
“Here, pass me the eggs,” she demeaned. “Are they frothy already?”
Y/n took the bowl from the counter, and put it behind her, trying to get out of Kyra’s reach. “We're not putting my eggs on that. I hate paprika, it makes everything taste horrible.”
Kyra was silent for a moment, her face stoic. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Yes.”
“Why the hell do you have paprika if you hate it, then?” Kyra questioned.
“You can't be a real cook and not have paprika in your kitchen.” Y/n shrugged.
Kyra tried to take the bowl from her again, but Y/n was quicker and got it out of the way, holding it to her body for dear life.
“I'm being serious! Maybe we can throw the anions, mushrooms and spinach mix away and you can make it again, using the right and correct seasoning this time.” Y/n suggested.
“You want me to chop the onions again?!” Kyra said with a gasp. “I just cried, chopping them.” She pointed at the onions as if they had hurt her.
“Maybe you can try wearing sunglasses this time?” Y/n pointed.
Kyra didn't respond. The girl just turned away and opened one of the upper cupboards, taking out three boxes of cereal with one hand and two bowls with the other.
She placed the cereal boxes and the bowls next to Y/n and pointed At each box. “Do you want Coco Pops, Raisin Oats or Weetabix?”
Y/n stared at the cereals, disgust on her face. “What?!”
“Cereal. Which one do you want?” Kyra pointed at each of the boxes again, repeating its brand name.
“I don't want cereal,” Y/n said, more sassy than she liked to admit it.
“Well, but I do,” Kyra said, picking up the Coco Pops one, and pouring it into a bowl.
Before taking a spoonful, she took a step closer and kissed Y/n on the nose, then packed her on the mouth. "You're way too bossy in the kitchen–my cortisol levels are through the roof,” she explained, taking a bite of her cereal.
Y/n pouted defeatedly, picked up the Raisin Oats and poured it into her own bowl, without saying a word.
Kyra tapped the spoon against the bowl in her hand. “Wow! That's actually so good,” Kyra said mouth=-full.
“You say that as if you haven't done this every day for the last week,” Y/n said grumpily, taking a spoon of her raising. It tasted so processed.
Kyra shrugged. “Well, at least your Raising tastes better than paprika anyway.”
Y/n and Kyra could share kisses and a house, but they couldn't share the kitchen, or even the same cuisine taste.
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Kyra and Y/n arrived at Arsenal half an hour before the training. Which was plenty of time for Y/n to say hello to all the staff members and Win on her way in. Y/n didn’t realise how much she had missed the people she used to see every single day. All the staff members made sure to tell her how much they missed her too and wished her a recovery.
Y/n felt strange at first. In the changing room, everyone was wearing their training kit, and boots and had their hair up, ready for training, everyone except for Y/n, who stood in the middle of the room, and couldn't help but feel like the odd one out, even though all the girls assured her that she was still very much part of the team.
It was still difficult to be surrounded by such amazing players, and friends, while Y/n had only just learned how to walk on her crutches without stumbling.
“Look who's here!” Leah was the first to see Y/n, greeting her with a hug. “How have you been? Giving that pest over there a hard time?”
“Always,” Y/n said, winking at her captain.
“Y/n! I didn't know you were coming in today.” Alessia said, being the next one in line to give Y/n a warm welcome.
Y/n hugged Alessia as she waved at other teammates, who were just as happy to have her back, even if it wasn't for playing or training.
“Kyra didn't tell you that I've been cleared to start physio with our physiotherapists here at Arsenal?” Y/n asked, turning to look at Kyra, who was sitting on the bench, putting her boots on.
“I did tell them!” Kyra said, defensiveness in her tone “But they didn't believe me.”
“Easy there, little pest,” Steph said behind Kyra, patting her on the back. “This is what happens when you think it's funny to make up stories, and now we don't believe you when you tell the truth.” Steph walked past a stunned Kyra, coming to greet Y/n. “But it doesn't matter anymore because Y/n is actually here!”
“Bloody hell! Is this still about the loose screws?! Have some mercy and let it go!” Kyra said, pulling her hair into a ponytail.
The team laughed at Kyra and for a few seconds Y/n felt what she used to feel before her injury, a sense of belonging to the people around her and to her club… After all the girls chatted with Y/n, they left the changing room and headed onto the pitch, leaving only Y/n, Kyra and Alessia still chatting, just like old times.
“And then Kyra tackled Renéé to the ground, can you believe it?!” Alessia said, having just finished telling her the story of how Kyra was responsible for getting Renée–aka their head coach–in the infirmary a few days ago.
“She told me to treat her like any other player,” Kyra mumbled. “I felt bad though, but she said she wasn’t angry.”
“I would give anything to see Renée get tackled,” Y/n laughed.
“I think Steph actually got it on video,” Kyra said.
Y/n’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Really?!”
Kyra smiled. “Nah, I’m joking.”
“I hate you,” Y/n muttered.
Alessia interrupted the two girls by putting one arm around Y/n, but not quite leaning over her so that Y/n wouldn't lose her balance. “Did you know I’m gonna be your physio-buddy today?”
“I fell hard on my shoulder yesterday, Mary wants to have a look at it.” She added.
Mary was Arsenal's upper body physiotherapist. Y/n wouldn’t be doing any sessions with her, instead, Clare would be the one to keep up with Y/n's injury. But both physiotherapists did the physical therapy in the same room, so Alessia and Y/n would spend the whole morning together.
Alessia led Y/n through the door of the changing room, heading to the opposite direction of the pitch, where the physio room was. They quickly noticed someone walking behind them.
Alessia smiled softly, “Aren’t you doing drills with the team today, Ky? Or do you also have an appointment with Mary too?”
Kyra blushed slightly as she shook her head. “No, I don't have an appointment. It’s just that–” Kyra turned to Y/n. “–don’t you want some help? I always help you walk around and… I can stay with you and Alessia during physio today too, I’m sure Renée won’t mind.’
“Thanks, Ky, but it’s ok.” Y/n looked down at her crutches then at Alessia and smiled softly at Kyra. “Lessie here will help me, you don’t need to worry about me now, just focus on your training.”
Kyra listened to Y/n but didn’t move. Kyra had spent most of her free time with Y/n. The only time they had been apart since her injury was when Kyra was at training, so it felt strange not to be by Y/n’s side when she could.
She knew Y/n would kill her if she ever knew how much Kyra was worried about her and her injury all the time. Y/n absolutely didn’t like people fussing over her, so Kyra was having a particularly hard time today.
She needed to give Y/n some space away from her, maybe it would do her some good, and make her feel more independent too.
“I'll keep an eye on her, Kyra, ” Alessia said, placing a comforting hand on Y/n's back. “Don't worry, go on, if anything happens I'll come get you, yeah?”
Y/n smiled and Kyra a thumbs up, reassuring her that she could leave
Kyra just nodded her head, a small smile on her face as she turned around and walked away.
Y/n would be fine. Why wouldn't she be fine? She was only doing physio, for God’s sake. Kyra thought, a mix of emotions on her mind as she left the two girls alone.
“She seems very concerned about you,” Alessia said. “Did you fall or something? When Leah was injured she fell down the stairs of her house, remember?”
“Yeah I do remember that, I was the one that had to come to her house to help her” Y/n said. “I fell too, twice actually, once in the bathroom and once in the pantry a few days ago,” Y/n pointed to her crutches. “I still haven't got used to using them.”
“Was Kyra the one who helped you?”
“Yes, she was very nervous, but she didn’t wanna show it,” Y/n continued. “So she just kept saying I shouldn't try to kill myself trying to walk on my own because people would think I died because of her.”
“I think she was trying to hide how much she cared for you with her jokes,” Alessia said. “Did you know Clare and Mary had to ban her from getting into the physio room because she kept interrupting the other girls ’sessions to ask about your injury, and if there were any kind of new treatments around.
Y/n stopped and laughed at Alessia. “She did that? That’s so Kyra honestly.”
“Yes, but I think her ban was lifted a few days ago,” Alessia said jokingly as she opened the door to the physio room and helped Y/n to one of the therapy tables.
Thankfully the room was empty, so Alessia and Y/n were able to talk about whatever they wanted freely.
“It’s a little funny watching you and Kyra,” Alessia said, putting up a chair next to Y/n’s table. “I think we’re so used to seeing her acting as a menace and treating her like a little sister that we get a bit shocked when she acts more responsibly.”
“It’s adorable, really,” Alessia added.
Y/n smiled, thinking of Kyra’s soft face. “Yeah, she is.”
Y/n almost blurted out that she had never seen Y/n as a little sister, especially now. Y/n and Kyra weren’t exactly hiding that they were…kissing? snogging around? But Y/n still didn’t want to talk about it too much. It still felt too intimate. It was something that belonged to them.
“Kyra’s been treating me really well,” Y/n continued. “I mean she always jokes and teases me a lot, but she’s also very patient when I’m mad about my injury, and she always drives me around, so that’s a plus.”
Y/n wanted people to see Kyra the way she saw her. Not just someone who plays around, but also someone who’s very caring and generally loving.
“Well, I'm glad to know you have someone like Ky on your side right now.” Alessia smiled. “It makes me worry less about you and her, I feel like you act as her voice of reason sometimes. ”
“Please, I don’t need more people to worry about me, I promise.” Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “This whole recovery is going slower than I thought it would be but I’m just learning to be patient.”
“You’ll get there,” Alessia said reassuringly.
“Now please let’s talk about something other than my stupid injury, please!” Y/n said dramatically, making Alessia laugh.
“Ok, so let me tell you what happened in the tunnel in our last game–” Alessia started the story, and both girls were busy while waiting for physio to begin.
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“I'm never coming back here again,” Y/n mumbled as she sat on the bench, wind in her face, watching her teammates do running drills on the pitch. Physio had taken up two hours of her and Alessia’s morning and it was hard; Y/n even considered just cutting off her leg and leaving it there.
“Yes, you're,” Leah murmured from her side, drinking her water and watching her surroundings “Physio honestly sucks but you’ve just gotta do it, mate” The captain shrugged. “It’s good that you’re feeling pain, it means your nerves aren’t screwed up.”
“Yeah, but it fucking hurts!” Y/n complained, crossing her arm “
“Breaking a bone hurts, what made you think growing them back wouldn't,” Leah said condescendingly.
“Have people ever told you how much you suck at supporting others in need?”
“Have people ever told you how annoying you are when you whine?” Leah bit back.
Y/n rolled her eyes. “Hey, share your water with me, I left my bottle in Kyra's car.” Y/n made grabby hands, but Leah shook her head rather dramatically.
“Ew, no.” Leah said, “I hate sharing water, grab one from the cooler.”
Y/n raised an eyebrow at Leah, signalling at her cast. “Could you please get me some water, then?”
Leah complained all the way to the cooler and back, but finally handed Y/n her water bottle. “Are you like this with Cooney-Cross at home too?”
“Like this what?” Y/n asked, taking a sip of her cold water. Damn, she was thirsty.
“Demanding,” Leah said teasingly, taking the spot next to Y/n again.
“I wasn’t at first. I didn’t like asking for help,” Y/n answered, her eyes searching the pitch for Kyra in the pitch. “But she cracked me.”
“I think you cracked her too,” Leah said nonchalantly, watching Kyra as well.
“What?” Y/n asked, turning her head to Leah.
“She’s different.” Leah continued. “She’s not acting so much like a pest lately, she’s been more responsible, less reckless on the pitch too.”
Y/n didn’t answer.
“I wonder if it’s because of you,” Leah added.
Wow, Leah, always the straightforward one.
“She’s a young player, we’ve all been like that once,” Y/n said, trying to steer the conversation, sensing something suggestive in Leah’s voice, but not wanting to give in to Leah, not.
“I wasn’t,” Leah said proudly.
Y/n laughed sarcastically. “Oh yeah, because you were always so calm and collected.”
“I beg your pardon? I have the least yellow card ib from this team,” Leah bit back, rolling her eyes “Anyway, I’m just casually, very casually, letting you know that I’m sensing something different in Kyra.”
Y/n didn't answer again.
“So I’m just leaving the door for this conversation open,” Leah continued, trying to sound chill, but Y/n had known her for a few years now. The captain had thought this whole conversation through. “If you ever want to talk about it, I mean, I’m here.”
Leah honestly could give two shits about other people’s lives, so Y/n was rather amused by Leah’s way of showing that she was interested in her life and in whatever she had to do with Kyra’s change in behaviour.
“Is this your way of trying to be casual? Because you failed, bro.”
Leah furrowed her eyebrows. “I’m just trying to be a good friend. Alessia told me I should be more welcoming, and more…emotionally available, so this is me trying. If you prefer my old version I can bring her back”
“Please bring back my old Leah,” Y/n said, playfully putting her palms together as if in a prayer.
“What happened between you and Cooney?” Leash asked bluntly.
This was the Leah she knew.
“Nothing happened between me and Kyra,” Y/n said. “We just got closer, we’ve been sharing a house for the last one to two months, in case you don’t remember. ”
It wasn’t exactly a lie, but it was the best Y/n could tell Leah right now.
Y/n and Kyra weren’t even dating, but Y/n couldn't help but wonder what it would be like if they disclosed whatever they had going on to the team. It wouldn't be anything new, it was very normal to date with your teammates.
Arsenal itself had a lot of couples that were brought together through the club, it wasn’t something unusual. But of course, when new couples formed the dynamics of the team changed a bit.
If they started dating, would people stop seeing Kyra as their little sister? Would the team stop seeing Y/n as this tough player who only had eyes for football and maybe a nightstand here or there?
When she thought about it Y/n realised that she really didn’t care about what her teammate thought about it. When Viv and Beth started dating, everyone just moved on with their lives, it was the same with Katie and Caitlin.
Y/n and Kyra just weren’t the type to make a big deal about it, they would probably just notice the shift between them and accept.
“I’ll pretend to believe you if you tell Alessia I tried doing the whole talk your feelings out with you,” Leah mumbled next to her, pulling Y/n out of her thoughts.
“So Alessia was the one who sent you, then? That little minx was with me the whole morning, she could've asked me.”
Leah shrugged, getting up from the bench and starting to warm up. “She didn't want to intrude.”
“So you intruded on her behalf?” Y/n asked, finding the whole situation funny.
“Yeah, I mean, you get closed off sometimes and it’s hard to reach out to you,” Leah said, more firmly now.
“It takes one to know one,” Y/n said, smiling at Leah.
Both women had been friends for a very long time. But the friendship between Leah and Y/n was different, they didn’t text every day, and they didn't plan to meet every week.
It was the kind of friend shared by two reserved people who enjoyed their privacy but still knew they could always count on each other
Y/n and Leah had the same faults, they were proud, stubborn and overly independent. So they knew each other, they knew how the other reacted to the world. And of course, they knew how hard it was for them to open up.
“Well, you know where I live if you ever feel like talking about why your eyes haven’t left Cooney for a second,” Leah patted Y/n’s back before running back to the pitch.
Maybe people would realise that she and Kyra were together sooner than she thought. Especially since Y/n was bluntly staring at Kyra while she played.
So what if she actually cheered a little when Kyra scored a goal?
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skaiylus · 3 days ago
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Love and Deepspace - Valentines Day (Fluff)
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A/N : yes I'm a few days late sorry <3. There is some clear bias in Sylus's 🤣. I am still new to Love & Deepspace so they are definitely OOC.
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Sylus – A Night of Hidden Truths
The city becomes a blur of neon lights as Sylus leads you through a hidden passageway. You weren’t sure where you were going - but with Sylus, that was nothing new.
"Trust me," he murmured, his grip firm yet careful as he guided you up a rusted fire escape. The cold wind nipped at your skin, but the warmth of his hand in yours was enough to keep you steady.
At the top, the city stretched out before you—Linkon City in all its chaotic beauty. The rooftop was secluded - a stark contrast to the bustling streets below.
"I used to come here alone," Sylus admitted, leaning against the railing. You turned to face him, the usual teasing smirk on his lips softer tonight.
"And you brought me here because…?" you prompted, crossing your arms.
"Because I wanted a night without masks. Just you and me. No expectations. No running."
Your heart clenched at the rare vulnerability in his voice.You stepped closer, placing your hand over his
"Then let’s not run."
For a moment, he hesitated. Then, with a quiet hum of approval, he pulled you into his arms, his lips brushing against your forehead.
"Close your eyes."
"Sylus, if this is one of your cryptic surprises—"
"Just trust me please sweetie? " he murmured, his voice quieter than usual.
You sighed but obeyed, feeling the gentle tug of his hand as he guided you forward. The air smelled faintly of fresh roses and something sweet—chocolate, maybe?
"Okay. Open them."
Your breath hitched.
The rooftop was completely transformed. A pathway of softly glowing lanterns led to a cozy, candlelit setup—a plush blanket spread out, trays of food, and an array of neatly wrapped presents . A bouquet of your favorite flowers rested at the center.
"Sylus…"
You turned to him, but he was already watching you—eyes darker than the night yet filled with something soft, unguarded.
"This is…" You swallowed. "You really did all this for me?"
"I had some help," he admitted. "You deserve more you know - I'd give you the whole world if you asked"
A warm breeze brushed past, carrying the faint sound of city life below, but here, in this moment, it was just the two of you. Sylus sat down, pulling you between his legs, your back resting against his chest. His arms wrapped around you, strong and secure.
"You should know something," he murmured against your hair.
"Hmm?"
"You should know very well that I adore you. There is no love purer than mine." His lips brushed the shell of your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.
"You keep saying that."
"Because I need you to believe it."
You turned slightly, enough to see the undeniable sincerity in his gaze. And then—he kissed you. Slow, deliberate, like he had all the time in the world to memorize the way you tasted.
When he pulled away, a rare smile—genuine, without any teasing— graced his lips.
"Happy Valentines Day, Sweetie."
Just as you were about to say something, a small flutter of wings caught your attention. Perched on the rooftop railing was Mephisto, Sylus’ ever-loyal bird companion. But this time, there was something glinting in its beak—a ring, adorned with a deep red stone.
Sylus, still holding you close, simply chuckled. You turned back to him, eyes wide, heart racing.
Was this what you thought it was?
Sylus smirked, but there was something different in his expression now—a quiet certainty, a promise.
"So…" he drawled, plucking the ring from Mephisto’s beak, twirling it between his fingers.
"How do you feel about forever?"
Rafayel – Painted in Love
"Close your eyes."
You sighed dramatically but obeyed. "If this is another one of your ‘trust exercises,’ I —"
"Shhh,"
The scent of oil paint lingered in the air, a mixture of fresh canvas and something distinctly him. You heard him move, adjusting something before he finally spoke again.
"Open."
Your breath hitched as you saw the painting in front of you. It wasn’t just a simple portrait but rather a masterpiece. The soft glow of your expression, the hidden laughter in your eyes, the way your hand reached out as if grasping for something just out of frame… It was you, seen through Rafayel’s eyes.
"Rafayel…"
"You like it?" he asks casually leaning against the table with a smirk.
"Like it? Raf, it’s… beautiful."
He pushed off the table, stepping closer until he was just a breath away.
"I only paint things that matter to me."
Your heart pounded as his fingers traced a stray streak of paint on your cheek, his touch lingering.
"So… what does that make me?" you whispered.
His lips curved into a knowing smile. "What do you think?"
And when he kissed you, slow and deliberate, like the brush strokes of his painting, you had your answer
Zayne – A Prescription for Love
"An arcade?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at the bright neon lights blinking above you.
"Doctor, this is very uncharacteristic of you."
"You once said Valentine’s Day should be fun and not stressful. I figured this was preferable to another restaurant dinner." Zayne adjusted his glasses, looking unamused, but there was a hint of something softer in his eyes.
"So you do listen when I ramble." You grinned, nudging his arm playfully.
He ignored your teasing, holding out a token. "Pick a game. "
After several failed attempts on the claw machine —on both sides—you somehow managed to win a small plush cat. Grinning you hold it up proudly to show him.
Zayne huffed, crossing his arms. "Statistically, the machine is designed to fail at least—" He stopped mid-sentence when you pressed the plush into his hands.
"Here. A gift. From your incredibly thoughtful and wonderful Valentine’s date."
He blinked, staring at the tiny cat as if it were a foreign object.
"You’re giving this to me?"
"Of course. You need something cute in your life. Maybe in your office? ."
Zayne looked at you then, and for once, his usual guarded expression melted away. His fingers curled around the plush as if it were something precious. His gaze softened, filled with something warm and unreadable.
"I already have that," he murmured, his voice quieter now, more intimate.
Before you could formulate a witty comeback, Zayne stepped closer, his hand tilting your chin up gently.
His touch was precise, deliberate—just like him—but when his lips met yours, the kiss was anything but calculated. It was slow, lingering, filled with an affection he rarely put into words.
When he finally pulled away, he let his forehead rest against yours for a moment, exhaling softly. Then, a smirk tugged at his lips.
"You should win me prizes more often."
You laughed, still a little dazed. "Are you saying I need to bribe you for affection?"
"Not at all," he said smoothly, tucking the plush into his coat pocket before lacing his fingers through yours.
"But if it means I get to kiss you again, I’m not above a little incentive."
Xavier – Dancing Among the Stars
"A spaceship?" you echoed in disbelief as Xavier led you onto the deck of a high-tech vessel docked just outside the city.
"You wanted a unique date," he said with a wink, casually flipping switches on the control panel.
"Thought we could do something different."
Before you could fully process what was happening, the ship’s thrusters roared to life. The world below blurred into streaks of light, and then—silence. Outside the window, space stretched endlessly before you, a vast sea of glittering stars, nebulas swirling in vibrant hues. It was breathtaking, unlike anything you had ever seen.
You turned to Xavier, wide-eyed, your breath stolen by the sheer wonder of it all. "You… stole a spaceship for me?"
He grinned, leaning back against the control panel with that signature devil-may-care charm.
"'Borrowed' is a better word. No one’s using it right now."
"Xavier!"
"Relax, darling ." He chuckled, reaching for your hand, his fingers tracing slow, lazy patterns over your palm.
"I just wanted to give you a view no one else could."
His response was rather nonchalant but beneath it was something deeper, something unspoken.
Your gaze flickered back to the window, the stars blinking like scattered diamonds, the cosmic dust shimmering in soft waves of light.
"This is crazy," you murmured, unable to look away.
"You knew what you were signing up for when you fell for me." His voice was lower now, smooth as velvet. His fingers tilted your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. The universe stretched out behind him, but all you could see was him—his tousled hair, the mischief in his eyes, the way he was looking at you like you were the most mesmerizing thing in the cosmos.
"Regrets?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.
You swallowed hard, shaking your head. "None."
A slow, knowing smirk curved his lips. "Good."
And then he kissed you.
It was different this time—unrushed, lingering, like he had all the time in the universe to memorize the feel of your lips against his. The stars outside blurred, forgotten, as warmth spread through you, as his hands slid to your waist, pulling you impossibly close. When he finally pulled away, his breath ghosted against your lips, his hands still holding you as if he had no intention of letting go.
"You know," he murmured, his thumb tracing a slow line along your jaw, "space is beautiful, but even galaxies don’t compare to you."
Your heart pounded. "Xavier—"
He smirked, eyes twinkling like the very stars outside. "What? I’m just saying, if someone told me you hung the stars yourself, I’d believe them."
Your face heated, and he only grinned, clearly enjoying your flustered reaction.
"You’re ridiculous," you muttered, trying to look away, but he caught your chin again, his expression suddenly softer, more sincere.
"I mean it," he said, voice dropping to something quieter. "Out here, in all this endless space, you’re still the only thing I want to get lost in."
And just like that, the universe no longer felt so vast.
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harunayuuka2060 · 2 days ago
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*It's been days since Malleus and the others returned. They had already planned to pretend to mourn for Kalim and remain on high alert, as that seemed like the most sensible course of action. If it was true that the MC(?) was helping them, they needed to ensure they reciprocated by making sure the doppelgangers wouldn’t catch wind of their plan.*
Malleus: We’ve already lost one. Now there are only six of us left. We need to make sure this doesn’t happen again.
Vil: I'm sure our enemies are feeling confident that they've successfully struck one of us.
Azul: ...
Azul: I still can't believe Kalim is gone... Maybe if we had been more cautious, we could have protected him.
Riddle: ...
Idia: I don't think we could have done anything about it. Malleus and Leona are the only ones here capable of real combat. Vil...
Vil: *looks sternly at him*
Idia: No offense, but you're all about beauty, and even if you know martial arts, it's only for movie stunts.
Idia: Riddle, Azul, and especially me... we're nothing but burdens.
Riddle: Don't say that, Idia-senpai! We can definitely—
Idia: I'm saying this because I might be next—I have no chance of surviving.
Malleus, Leona, and Vil: ...
Riddle and Azul: ...
Azul: *makes an annoyed expression*
MC(?): ...
Riddle(?): ...
Riddle(?): Are you not going to speak up?
MC(?): It's true that Kalim(?) hasn't been around for a while. Do you want me to look for him?
Riddle(?): No. *smiles eerily* Actually, I want him gone for good.
MC(?): ...
MC(?): Is there anything else?
Riddle(?): The hunt is in a few days, but it wouldn’t hurt to start early, would it?
MC(?): ...
Riddle(?): What's your answer?
MC(?): Is there someone you have in mind?
Riddle(?): I heard that one of them has given up on surviving in this place. Bring that person to me.
MC(?): ...
MC(?): *bows their head* I understand.
MC(?): Idia Shroud.
Idia: Eek! Wh-What?
MC(?): Please come with me.
Leona: Oi. Where are you taking him?
MC(?): ...
Idia: ...
Idia: *smiles awkwardly* Is it my time?
Azul: Idia!
Idia: It's okay, Azul... I... If you survive here, tell Ortho that I'm sorry...
Riddle: *looks like in despair* Idia-senpai!
MC(?): Let's go.
Idia: ...
Idia: *quietly goes with MC(?)*
Leona, Vil, Malleus, Riddle, and Azul: ...
Idia: Ugh... This place...
*MC(?) has brought him to a room that reeks of blood.*
MC(?): ...
Riddle(?): Took you long enough.
MC(?): My apologies...
Riddle(?): *looks at Idia and gives him a small smile*
Riddle(?): You'll be part of my collection. Don't worry, I'll make sure your head doesn't rot.
Idia: !!!
MC(?): ...
Riddle(?): *to MC(?)* You may go now.
MC(?): Won’t the others find out?
Riddle(?): Hmm? Of course not. This is my personal space—
MC(?): *swiftly struck his head with a knife, decapitating him instantly*
Idia: *couldn't help but scream*
MC(?): ...
MC(?): *turns to Idia* *extends their hand to him* Let's leave before anyone enters this room.
Idia: ...
Idia: The Fake Riddle... He looks like he's still breathing...
MC(?): He's not dead, but we must leave before he regains memory of this event. By then, the diversion will have already been set.
Idia: Diversion...?
MC(?): Yes. The other Idia Shroud will arrive.
Idia: Lol, but... how does that work?
MC(?): Unfortunately, that's something you’ll never know.
Idia(?): Oi, Riddle. What are you doing down there?
Riddle(?): ...
Riddle(?): Have I fallen asleep?
Idia(?): *chuckles* You really are a psycho. Killing me lulled you to sleep?
Riddle(?): *glances at the corpse to what seems to belong to Idia*
Riddle(?): ...
Riddle(?): This is ridiculous. And here I was hoping to preserve his head.
Idia(?): Scary~ Mwehee.
Malleus: ...
MC(?): *has returned with Idia's bloodied hoodie*
Malleus: ...
Malleus: *takes it*
Riddle, Azul, and Vil: ...
Leona: Tch. You're not here to apologize again, are you?
MC(?): ...
Vil: What happened to his body?
MC(?): His face is unrecognizable, and his body has been disposed of.
Vil: *starts to tear up*
Azul: *comes over to comfort him*
Vil: *sobs*
Malleus: ...
Malleus: Please leave.
MC(?): *bows their head apologetically then exits the room*
Riddle, Leona, and Malleus: *exchanged glances*
Leona: Haa... Tch. This is not good.
Riddle: Idia-senpai...
Azul and Vil: *hiding their smirk*
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notlhecxzsa · 3 days ago
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And I Will Hold On To You - N.R
Summary: A story isn't complete without its challenges. But, this time, the challenge seemed to be so much more than what Natasha had thought. It seemed to affect her so much more than what she had thought. History comes resurfacing, how will Natasha reshape the future? Their future.
Author's Note: I got a little excited here mweheheheheh I mean, who wouldn't? Horny and simp beefy Natasha is just 👌🏻ANYWAYSS, I hope you'll enjoyyy!
Warnings: Masturbation, Nat getting caught red handed by her little housewife, swearing, Nat seeing red getting drunk and coming home all soft to her girl, mention of physical and emotional abuse
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Natasha's POV:
"Fuck..." Throwing my head back as I fastened the motion of my hands, the other gripping the sheets as I spread my legs wider. "Just like that, baby. Yes, just like that." My knuckles turned white as I balled my hand around my cock.
The sun rays are invading my room little by little, I knew I had to get up soon before the girl with me inside this house could get up. I promised her that I would take her out in the park so we could have a morning walk, but last night's masturbation wasn't enough for me. Fuck, nothing is enough.
I can't find it in myself to go out and take someone, not once for the past couple of months. The flashes of a certain face came running through my mind. God, how her legs shined while wearing the shortest dolphin short I've ever seen, how she looked bending down to get something out of the stove, and how her tank top showed just enough cleavage—fuck.
I urged myself to get rid of the same thoughts that put me to my mercy in circumstances like this. I've never felt so weak.
"Fuck, yes, yes..." Moaning out, I felt the coil in my lower abdomen build up as I grip my shaft. "You like that, huh? Fuck, I'll fill you up so good, detka. Gonna knock you up and make you my little cumdump, hmm..." I knew I wasn't gonna last a few more seconds so I braced myself.
The hand gripping the sheets until it crumpled underneath my hand went to reach and squeeze the sac beneath my wood that didn't even fit in my large hands. "Fuck, fuck, fuck..." Closing my eyes as I became lost to my senses. My ears ringing as my mind made up things I knew that I would feel guilty after. "Yes, yes, yes, Y/n. God, yes, take all of it. Take all of me." With one last movement, I felt the liquid spurting out and falling everywhere, specially on my abdomen as my packs flex and my thighs spasms.
With still my eyes closed, I moved a few more times before letting the long shaft go as I push my legs back down flat on the bed. Getting back my bearings, I breathed in and out and one of my hand went to glide through my hair.
There was a beat of silence before a thump made me look up and snap my eyes open, immediately setting on the figure by the door.
Fuck.
"Y/n!" Sitting up, I scrambled to cover myself up, a little grateful that I still have my sports bra on. "Fuck, sweetheart." I rolled on the other side to quickly put on my pants, not bothering to find my boxers.
Her hair was messy, face puffed and a certain sleepiness visible in her wide eyes while there is a blush in her cheeks. "I-I'm s-sorry! I'm- I'm so sorry, I- I didn't..." Her eyes avoided my gaze as I approached her hesitantly, but I noticed how it kept gazing coyly to what I was playing earlier. "I-I thought something happened to you..."
She gripped the teddy bear she was holding a little more tighter each seconds. I could only imagine what I looked like.
"No... No, detka. It's-..." I cleared my throat and swallowed an invisible lump, not knowing what exactly to say. Only if I could command the ground to swallow me. "It's fine. I'm so sorry, I don't—I didn't hear you. I- I uh..." I rambled as my hand unconsciously went to cover my cock, feeling it hardening once again as I caught her trying her best not to stare at it.
Fuck, how much did she saw? Oh god, how much did she hear?
"How about you go get ready, hmm?" I immediately said, taking a hold of the doorknob, meaning that I'd have to take a couple of more steps towards her. I reached out to pat her head, putting my body sideways so that the door is covering my lower body. "Don't bother making breakfast, we'll eat at the park, see you later, darling." Closing the door as soon as I can.
As soon as it closed, I leaned my back towards it and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. My eyes looked down and saw how hard I became once again.
Throwing my head back, I groaned.
"Fuck this life."
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As soon as I sprayed enough perfume, I went outside my room, my eyes quickly averting to look at the room across mine, wondering if she's done getting ready. I made my way to the living room where my question has been answered. By the balcony is where she stood, wearing the dress I bought for her the last time we went out which is 5 days ago.
The past few days has been nothing but... a breath of fresh air. Everything felt like a life I never once knew I needed, but now it's all I could think about. From morning walks around the landscape of this penthouse, late night movies, board games in the middle of a boring afternoon, and delicious foods she'd make.
It felt surreal, but it is something that I hold deeply. Something that no amount of money could ever replace.
Something that made me feel that I have something to hold on to.
"Detka, you ready?" I asked, and she turned just in time a gush of wind softly hit her figure. Her dress flowed just as her hair that was into a half ponytail waved through the air.
"Uhh, y-yeah..." She looked at everywhere but me as she approached. "I hope this- this is fine..." She motioned to the simple baby pink dress she was wearing, a thin strap on her shoulder, and a ribbon by the chest. She paired it with a white comfortable beach sandals.
"You look beautiful, baby." I reached and pinched her cheeks slightly, smiling down at her.
She perked up shyly, a faint blush visible on her cheeks. "Y-You look beautiful too, Natalia." I grinned at her, before sliding my hands down to take a hold of hers.
"I did my best." I shrugged, chuckling, making her giggle.
I put on a denim pants and plain black t-shirt, a sunglasses hanging by the neck line. As we went outside and into the elevator, there was an invisible weight around the atmosphere, but it doesn't feel uncomfortable, just a certain tension hanging between us.
I have no doubt it was because of earlier. Which, I have no idea how to bring up about—not that I have any plans to do so.
"What do you want to eat for breakfast, doll?" I asked, putting a hand on the small of her back as we approached my car, lined up with the others.
"Whatever is fine. You can pick." She said, getting in as I opened the door for her.
I went to the other side and got it. "Hmm, I was thinking of crocodiles." I catch in my peripheral vision how her head snapped towards me, making me chuckle. "Just kidding, detka. Come on, tell me. Would you like to go to that pancake house? Or that one where you like their fruit shakes the most?" I offered her options, knowing how hard it is for her to pick and decide.
Something that I am silently trying to help her overcome. Something I could only wonder how come she acts that way.
"Hmm, would you like some fruit shakes?" I turned to look at her with a smirk of amusement. A chuckle bubbling up inside me.
"We could do the fruit shakes one." I said while nodding.
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"What do you want, sweetheart?" I asked, sharing the menu with her as I leaned towards her.
One of the things I've learned about her is she tends to get nervous and a little overwhelmed in public, especially in crowded places. Once, it got so much that she requested me to sit next to her. And, I did, with no hesitation. From then on, I got used to sitting by her side. I'm not even complaining, not even a bit—for someone who hates letting anyone inside her personal space, as what Clint had described it.
"Can I have the strawberry milkshake, please?" She looked up at me, I shook my head a little and smiled at her, my hands automatically reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.
"That again?" I asked teasingly, I watched as she immediately looked down at the menu, scanning it once again. It took her longer than the first pick, and as soon as I caught her thumb picking the side of the cardboard, I spoke.
"You could do that, detka, if that's what you want. Don't worry." Sending her a smile while my hand caressed the back of her waist. I flipped the page of the menu with my other hand, going over to the entrees before I started telling the waitress what we will be having for drinks.
"Can you pick for me, Natty?" She asked, looking up at me with her usual doe eyes. Fuck, not now, baby.
I don't even know what is up with me. When we started getting closer, I just couldn't help it. I felt so guilty everytime I would fantasize about her. God, I would ruin everything about her, and I know I could, but I chose not to.
Gazing away, I nodded, pulling away my arm that is around her, clenching it on my lap, underneath the desk. "How about frittata? Along with some bacons then we could do some croffles, hmm?" I felt her nodded as I heard her small hum.
"Yes, we could do that." She responded quietly.
I told the waitress what we were ordering, and as soon as the woman went away, I felt her shoulder relaxed at my side. Silence enveloped us, the tension still cutting the atmosphere that surrounds us.
"Y/n..." I called out to her, my hands automatically reaching to settle on the pale skin of her thighs. "Look..." I looked at her in the eyes, only to look down as hotness spread from my neck up to my cheeks. "About earlier... I uh..." Trying to find the right words to explain what I did, and what I said while doing it. For sure, she heard me scream her name.
She's looking up at me with expecting eyes, laced with confusion and so much innocence. "It's okay, Natty..." She started before I felt her hand holding mine ever so gently, only putting the weight of hers on mine. "Y-you... you have needs..." She looked sideways, as if shying away from my gaze. "I know what you were doing." She looked back up at me.
My heart skipped a bit. "I learned about it once and it was mentioned on one of my lectures back then. And, I..." Again, she looked away, pulling away from my hand as she did so. "I also know that... partners—husbands and wife help with each other's need—but, I—..." Looking back up at me. "I didn't know that... you- you have..." She looked back down at my crotch for a few second before looking up at me.
Hotness seemed to have found a home on my cheeks as the feeling of it lingered and seemed to become more stronger each seconds. "I-I'm sorry I didn't—It didn't crossed my mind that you'd figure out that way, I really didn't intend you to. What you see—what you heard, everything, I apologize for it. I know none of it appropriate." I rambled, only to be met by her hand holding mine, somehow urged me to stop.
"It's okay, Natty. Really." Her eyes were so soft, her voice mimicking the sound of a lullaby as it reached my ear. There was a faint movement in her lips as a faint scarlet hue started to spead on the apple of her cheeks. "I'm your wife..." She started and once again, I felt my heart stopping in a beat. "You could have called me to help you—not that I know much but I—I'm ready to learn." Once again, she looked up, her eyes doe and her soft lips tight, as if shying from the information she just expounded.
Words left my mouth as my mind became so empty. I didn't know what to say and I couldn't keep my mind straight. Not that I know much, but I'm ready to learn. Fuck.
"Detka..." I started but got cut off when our order started piling up, the tension that was once in the air now gone. I was left with only a heart beating so fast and a mind in chaos.
I'm your wife.
Fuck, how could she have this affect on me?
This is absolutely not allowed.
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Y/n's POV:
"Maria." I heard Natalia called out from behind me, I averted my attention from the kids who was talking to me and towards her to see that she's in call with Maria.
I turned back towards the kids who was talking to me, asking if I could help them take the ball that was sent flying in the pond. It wasn't that far, and I could surely do the favor, so I stood up only to be held back by Natalia on the wrist.
I saw how sharp she turned her gaze at the kid, laced with curiosity and question as she held the phone on her ear. I reached and pointed towards the ball that was floating in the pond.
I watch as her brows furrowed, shaking her head as she stood up. "You did? Very well, meet us in the penthouse, we'll be coming back now." She said over the phone before she hung up.
"Please, please, go get it!" One of the kids pleaded, and I offered him a small reassuring smile, opening my mouth to talk.
"I know, sweetheart, wait-" Once again, Natasha tugged my arm.
"Hey, no. Don't mind them. Come on, we gotta head back home." She stated, looking around the scenery.
"B-but—wait, let me just get the ball for them." I started to pull away only to be tugged back by her again.
"What? No way you're going to get that. Come on, baby." She tried walking away while pulling me with her once again, but in return, I tugged her back.
"Wait! I promise it'll be fast. Look at them..." I gestured at the kids who are pouting. They've been playing in front of us the moment we took our seats on the bench by the park. They waved hello and sent smiles in our way. One of them even complimented me and the dress I was wearing.
Natalia took a glance behind me, where the little kids were and she rolled her eyes. She took a glance on the ball, and looked back down at me. "I'll get it, stay here." Grumbling, she pulled away and approached the pond.
I smiled while the kids cheered. "Go Natty!"
She started leaning in, but before she reached out to the ball she looked back up at me. The wind blew, so I held my dress down as I smiled up at her.
She shook her head and started reaching, as soon as she got a hold of the ball she tossed it to the ground, scowling as she did so before the kids ran up to her. Two of the girls hugged her legs while the other cheered gratefully.
I laughed and clapped. "Superhero in sight!" I yelled playfully.
She averted her attention from the kids with a scowling face and up to mine. It relaxed as soon as she met my eyes. Her eyes held weight in them, something I've gotten used to and became grateful for ever since we started becoming closer to each other. But, her face held no heavy expression, as if the slight upward motion of the side of her lips was only for me to notice.
Her gaze held mine for almost a minute before she started pulling away from the kid, as soon as she did so she started walking to me. "Dirty little—" I narrowed my eyes at her and she stopped mid sentence as she patted her pants, as if trying to get off an invisible dirt. "...animals." She finished before taking a hold of my hand.
"Come on, we should get going." Now that she's closer, I noticed the certain softness in her features. Something I've never seemed to notice before. Maybe, it's just because of the sunlight hitting all the right places in her face.
I felt a pool of something unfamiliar circling around my lower abdomen—the same one I felt earlier when I accidentally... saw her. And, just like earlier I ignored it and nodded as I let her pull me away from where I stood.
I waved goodbye to the kids who also did the same, reciprocating the plastered smile on my face. "Hurry up, baby, come on." I heard Natalia called out. I muttered a few apologies and caught up to her pace.
1 step of her is multiplied by 3 with mine. She's so fast and tall, maybe that's why.
"Can I eat the strawberry chocolates you bought yesterday, Natty?" I asked.
She chuckled, her arm draping across my waist, as if to help me pick up with her pace, but she slowed down a little. "We're not even home yet, you're already thinking about that?" She replied jokingly, but hotness spread across my cheeks.
"Oh... I'm sorry..." God, does she think I eat a lot?
"Don't worry baby, it's all yours, yeah?" A kiss was left on my hairline as I felt a squeeze on the skin of my waist.
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"Maria!" I almost ran towards her, jumping on my tippy toes waiting for her to spread her arms, silently asking for a hug so I won't make her uncomfortable.
Just as always, she did with practiced ease as a welcoming smile spread her face. She's one of my favorites!
"Hey, angel." She greeted before we pulled away.
Looking up at her face, I noticed how she glanced towards Natalia behind me, a hollow expression evident in her eyes as the smile faded away. I stepped aside immediately, looking back at Natalia, just in time for her to say something.
"Doll, how about you go to the kitchen and eat the strawberries? Me and Maria just gotta talk about something important." She smiled at me, approaching as she reached out to caress the skin of my forearm, pulling me until she encaged me with both of her arms before pushing me towards the kitchen.
"Oh—okay. Would you guys like something to eat also?" I asked thoughtfully.
"No, we're fine. We'll get to you if ever." Natalia replied with finality, kissing my forehead before she led Maria by the balcony.
My gaze lingered at them for a moment before walking away, excited to eat my strawberry chocolate!
Natalia said I could have all of it, but I will leave her some.
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Maria's POV:
I glanced as Natasha closed the sliding door. I pulled out my laptop and put it on a table, a USB already intact. "What did you find?" She pulled out a chair and sat, glancing towards my laptop.
Our gaze met, but still I couldn't find enough courage to say anything. I couldn't even form the words bit by bit. Being by her side for years, I know for one that a look in the eyes is enough for her to tell something. Pulling my gaze away, I started pulling out files after files.
I pushed the laptop towards her, making sure that the screen is facing her. Soon enough, the same sound of agony that encouraged me to dig deeper filled the air. I was quick to lessen the noise and check back inside the house.
"Fuck..." I heard her mutter underneath her breath. Glancing at her face, and then towards the laptop to see a girl trembling in the hallway. Looking away, I started to talk.
"I managed to get inside their system. It wasn't that hard, Bucky helped me. I only got a hold of a couple of... footage..." Taking a glance at her, I watched as she tensed her jaw, her eyes darkening in a shade that I know too well. Too well. "I figured that there's a lot more than that." Reaching out to my bag, I pulled out mulitiple files.
I put down 2 files, arranging them so she could see the information and pictures about the 2 people. "Arthur and Robert, they are her personal bodyguards way back before. I think they know more than what we'll—you'll need. But, after doing some more digging, I found out that Arthur had resigned a couple of months ago."
Pulling out 1 more file, I took a deep breath, gaze watching the redhead's face intently. "Lucille Lopez..." I started and Natasha paused the video, which might be the second footage I've found.
Where Y/n is being beaten in the middle of their living room.
She took a hold of the paper, almost tearing it with how she's gripping it. Her face held no emotions, but I could see a certain recognition crossing her eyes. "She's her caregiver, from the day that she was born up until... Y/n left and went here. But, just like Arthur, she resigned the same day that Y/n left." Putting all the other files that were left in my hand on the table, I took a deep breath.
"The last video there..." I reached to pull out the video, now in the kitchen. "That was... the day before Y/n went here. Something real tells me that's where she got all those... marks and bruises from, Nat." I almost cringed at the thought of seeing those raw marks in her pale skin.
Something I never thought would be implanted into her innocent skin.
"These..." Clearing my throat, I continued. "These are hospital records. All from different dates but only one institute." She looked up at me with a questioning gaze, only then did I notice how red her eyes were starting to become. "It was all I could pull out from... the hospital that her parents are big stakeholders of." I finished.
A certain sound coming out from the laptop caucaught her attention, and after hearing and watching this for the nth time, it still caught mine too. An agonizing scream, almost as if trying to relieve the situation that the world has sucked her into. It felt like a screeching sound in my ear, my heart tightened at the sound, just like it did while gathering all this data.
I could only imagine what Natasha might feel.
She slammed the laptop shut and breathed heavily through her nose. She reached towards the medical files, her eyes almost getting out of their sockets with how fast she's scanning the papers.
"Fuck..." She cursed again, but now I could hear how her voice wavered. Almost breaking as it did so. She almost sent the files flying with how she threw it on the table. "Fuck, Maria." She whispered underneath her breathe, her hands going over to silde it up and down her face aggressively.
She quickly stood up, putting both of her hands on the table as if it would ground her. The screeching sound of chair made me pulled a face, thankfully the sliding door is soundproof. "Fuck, that's why she flicnhes at the slightest touch. At the fucking slighted touch, Ria." She pointed out, I stood up and put a hand on her shoulder.
"I know, I know, sit down and calm down. Come on—" I was cut off when she aggressively pulled away and started pacing.
"No! How can I fucking do that? Did you see that?" She motioned towards the things around the table. "She jumps at the slightest loud sound, she's scared asking the simplest question—hell she can't even make her own decisions without having this—without looking like a fucking child!" She walked towards the edge, holding onto the railing.
I followed her, checking to see that Y/n still haven't check up on us. "Fuck, Maria, I don't think—I don't..." I analyzed her.
Bucky and Steve owes me and Clint their 100 dollars.
I have seen her in a distress condition, mulitiple times. But now? I feel like I'm looking at a very different person. Her emotions are resurfacing, flowing through the edge. Her expression hollow, empty but her eyes held so much. Redness spreading from her next up to her cheeks, her knuckles almost turning white with how tightly she gripping the railings.
"Lucille..." She started. "I need you to reach out to her. Bring her to me as soon as possible." She continued, her breathing almost becoming audible with how heavy she's breathing.
Only if a stare could kill, the world would burn before her.
"Tell the boy to handle everything with the company, in and out." She added and I frowned.
"What?" I asked, confused. She stayed silent. "Nat..." I called out.
I waited and waited for response. We stayed stilent for a couple of minutes. The atmosphere is heavy with things I can't name.
"I should've come back—" A small choke stopped her. She faced away from me.
It took me a few seconds before it hit me.
The drunken story she shared when I asked her about the old worn out teddy bear inside her office in the mansion.
The paintings she did with her own hands, plastered on the rich walls of her company's building and inside the mansion.
"Do you know what makes me confused, tho?" Clint asked as we sat on the rooftop of the company, beers in our hands.
"Hmm?" I turned to look at him. "What?" I questioned.
"Natasha didn't seem to put much of a fight—I mean, she did try, you know. She stood up. It's just..." He trailed off, as if finding the right word to put his thoughts on.
"Different?" His gaze snapped towards me, and nodded.
"Yeah, but it's not just that..." We held our gaze for a few seconds, as if digging deeper with our silent thoughts connecting with each other. "It's Natasha we're talking about. You know her, Maria."
"The kid... I mean, the young woman. What's her name again?" I asked.
"Y/n."
"Hmm..." Trailing off, I stared into nothingness. "It's the same one, isn't it?" I asked, and he nodded with finality, looking at me with talking eyes.
"The only one."
"I'm done with this game." She stood up straight, composing herself. "Leave now, I want what I requested before this week ends. Take everything that you need." She finishes with finality.
"What are you gonna do?" I asked, only for my question to be left hanging in the air.
She started walking, leaving me at the balcony.
I could only fear for what's to come to those people.
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3rd Person's POV:
For the nth time, Y/n glanced at the door from where she was sitting on the sofa. It's been hours since she watch the red head walked so fast out of the house, only getting a response from Maria when she called out for Natasha.
"Let her be. Something's... not right with work. She'll come back, don't worry."
But, how can she not worry?
How can she not worry for the person whom showed her...so many things. Made her feel so many things.
It was almost time for dinner, she made sure to cook Natasha's favorite, making sure that the strawberries she left for Natasha are left in the fridge to keep it as fresh as possible when consumed.
She didn't know how long she was staring absentmindedly at the television. How long her heart seemed  to be beating its way out of her chest. Soon enough, she heard the most awaited sound of the door opening. The sound of footsteps soon followed, but this time, she could hear it loud and clear—heavy. Not the same one that Natasha would usually and normally do.
"N-Natalia?" She stood up, hesitant to approach the figure.
She looked... stressed, but still beautiful. Her hair is frizzy but still the same one that Y/n seemed to love, her eyes are dark, a void that Y/n couldn't find her reflection into like how it usually does this past couple of weeks and days. She's also... flushed, and it sure as hell not because of the thing you'd get when being complimented on.
"Are you okay?—I cooked dinner." Y/n started, looking into Natasha's half lidded eyes that is boring into hers.
"What are you doing?" Y/n stopped in her tracks at the voice of Natasha. It seemed different. It swayed with every word, it was slurred.
"W-what?" Y/n asked, looking up at her. Then, there was a flash that crossed Natasha's eyes, something that cannot be ignored. "I was just watching— wait...I-I don't understa-" God, how Natasha smelled like liquor.
Y/n almost flinched at the sudden movement. Natasha didn't just hug her. She engulfed her. Huge hand that cradled the back of her head and the small of her back. There, Y/n couldn't think of any place that she felt safe in.
She's never been so... physically close to Natasha. Not like this.
She could feel how well her body is molded with Natasha's. She could feel her hot breath on top of her head, the curved of Natasha's lips and the gentleness that seemed so different. It has weight in it, something she couldn't pinpoint.
"I'm sorry." It was a choked statement. Y/n frowned, feeling the arms that are wrapped around her getting much more tighter each seconds. "I won't—fuck." She heard Natasha whispered. "I'm sorry... forgive me, baby." Y/n tried pushing the red head away, but she was too strong for Y/n's petite body.
"Why—why are you apologizing? What happened, Natalia?" With the given nickname, something that she only let one person call her, Natasha sobbed, pulling away to look at the younger one's face.
As if needing some assurance that she really is here.
In her arms.
Reaching out a hand to cup Y/n's face, she gazed at her so intently, tears flowing freely out of her green eyes, making the growing worry inside Y/n's chest grow. "Why are you crying?! Oh my god, are you hurt? Let me see!" Rambling, Y/n once again tried to check on Natasha, but to no avail, Natasha kept her hold tight.
Even with the tears, Natasha smiled. It was a stretch of her skin—just like the others she wore with Y/n—that felt so real in years.
"I'm fine, angel..." She chuckled throught the tears, caressing Y/n's cheeks still. "You're here, I'm fine." Confusion grew in Y/n's mind, but Natasha continued, even though she, herself, couldn't even comprehend anything that she's saying now. All she knows is she's saying what she's thinking what she's feeling.
"Better than I have ever been in years." With eyes locked into each other, Y/n's heart grew in ways she couldn't understand deeply, but one answer was enough.
It might be new for her, but nothing has been clearer than what she feels for Natasha. The attentiveness she receives everyday, the feeling of being seen, heard and prioritized—something she had never been familiar with all her life, Natasha gave those to her.
Natalia gave everything she never knew that she is deserving of.
"Better than I will ever be." A soft wet kiss on her forehead snapped her out of her trance.
Natasha watched as Y/n looked up with those same innocent doe eyes that she would never admit to herself to have fallen for many years ago. The same one she would thought of before going to sleep at night and the first thing she would remember whenever she wakes up in the morning.
Then, she looked down at the same soft lips that only knew the kindest words to ever exist. The same one where the voice that grounds her comes from. "I will never—" Looking back up to her eyes, she tighten her hold on Y/n, pulling her in more as her hands angled her head to get a better look on her. "I will never let them hurt you ever again..." Tears started brimming up once again.
"I will never leave you again, my angel." Y/n's eyes seemed to imitate Natasha's. She could feel the heaviness of those words, the past coming back. Only did she realize how different it has been ever since she got here.
Natalia never hurt her.
She did scream, but out of worry.
She cared for her. With the same hands that held her many years ago as far as she can remember.
Lucy's right.
Friends do come back.
She sniffled, feeling her own hot tears being wiped away by the calloused hands that held her in ways no one has every done. "I don't like them..." She started, not knowing what to say or how to express what she's feeling.
God, how can a broken child express herself when she was never given the chance to all her life?
"I only like you..." She continued. "I only want to stay here." She said with finality in her tone.
She didn't know if she's saying it for herself or for Natasha. But, the red head smiled, so soft, and that was enough. "T-they're..." Natasha watched intently, analyzing the complicated expression of her girl's face, her thumb automatically caressing the skin where it lays on her cheeks. "You're good." Oh how much Natasha's heart ached.
Good was far from what she is.
From what she was and what she will be.
"You're kind." Y/n added thoughfully, her eyes deep in thought as Natasha watched her with eyes that glints with surprised and... love—something Y/n and Natasha has yet to understand.
Once again, Natasha pulled her in. Holding her with intensity that Y/n could never ignore.
"Nobody's gonna take you away from me, angel. You'll stay here, don't worry."
Shame on their parents for gifting the devil the only thing that could bring her to her knees.
For now, only time will tell everything.
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Author's Note: Hope you enjoyed it! Heheheh, angst here we come!
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fizzyapplecandy · 1 day ago
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The one with the vampire royals and their doll Part 4
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Ateez Seonghwa X Hongjoong X Reader
Genre: vampire Matz x human reader, future poly relationship strangers to lovers, fluff, angst, mild smut, mature language
Words: 2.2k
Your relationship with the boys starts to grow closer
You couldn't sleep properly last night. You kept thinking about the two men, and Hongjoong's proposal of a date. Maybe he thought of it as a friendly date?
You sighed for the hundredth time since 7 o'clock. The thought of going to work wasn't as fun as you wished it'd be. The jitters were too much to deal with right now.
That's when you thought about the cramped bus you had to take to get to your shop. A half an hour drive with people eating onion bagels next to you was not pleasant.
With a sigh you grabbed your bag, heading out of your apartment. You almost missed him when you opened the door to your building.
Oh, who were you kidding? You wouldn't be able to miss that kind of man, ever.
"Good morning princess."
"Hongjoong? What are you doing here?"
The handsome man chuckled. His eyes raked over your form, and you cursed yourself for not putting on a better outfit than your jeans and jumper.
"Don't tell me you forgot?"
He took a few steps closer to you.
"I told you yesterday, didn't I? You're not taking that damn bus anymore. Not when you have me."
"Hongjoong that's ridiculous! You can't drive me to work every morning."
He took you by the hand and walked you over to the passenger door.
"Oh yes I can. If I don't, Seonghwa will. We agreed."
"Don't I have a say in this?"
Hongjoong clasped your seatbelt again, caging you in your seat with his arms. His face was too close, and you could see every little detail on his face.
There wasn't a blemish in sight, and it almost seemed like he had an unusual glow.
"No, unfortunately not. But don't worry, we can compromise on other things."
Before you could make any sort of remark, he swiftly pulled away and closed your door.
"Oh my..." You were worried about having a potential heart attack when you were around him. You weren't sure if that was good, but what do you know?
"How did you sleep princess?"
You shook your head to get out of your daze, glancing at him as he started the car again.
"Um... Good. Yeah, good. You?"
He smirked, almost as if you said something amusing.
"Oh I slept just fine. Could help but dream about you a bit."
"That's... Interesting. What was it about?"
"That I can't tell. I have to keep it to myself, and my husband."
You gasped. "Not fair! I'm the only one left in the dark."
The laugh he let out seemed genuine, and it was smooth like honey.
"Sorry about that sweetie. But I promise I'll tell you about anything else you want to know. How about that?"
You pretend to think about it, turning slightly in your seat towards him.
"Hmm... Let's see..." You looked out the window. Maybe you could get to know more about him and Seonghwa?
"How did you and your husband meet?"
Hongjoong laughed out loud this time. He glanced at you again before shaking his head.
"Was that too personal?"
"No, princess, not at all. I should've expected you to be curious about us."
You could see that you were close to your shop now, and you'd be pretty bummed if you were left without an answer.
"Me and Seonghwa... We go way back. The two of us started off as friends, but it was obvious there were deeper feelings involved." His gaze softened, and his voice was almost a whisper now.
"My father was against our relationship from the start, so we kind of ran away together. One night we ran into some... Trouble. After that, our bond was stronger than ever. I think of him as my soulmate."
Your poor heart. You could tell there was more to the story, and his details were pretty vague, but there was so much love in his eyes it was suffocating.
"That's actually lovely. Not the part where you had to run away... But you made it after all. You two are a great couple."
He pulled up in front of your store before turning his body towards you.
"Thank you. It means a lot. We always felt we've found everything we want in each other..." There seemed to be something else he wanted to say, but before you could question him his phone rang.
"Sorry, just a moment." He smiled while looking at the contract name.
"Hello love. Yes, she's with me. I'm sorry you can't see how beautiful she looks this morning."
You turned away to hide your rosy cheeks.
"Yeah? I'll tell her that. Oh... You sure? Okay, I'll ask her. Love you too, see you soon."
After he hung up, he looked at you and smirked.
"So, my husband seems to be a bit jealous. He wants to know if you'd like him to pick you up tonight?" His hand went to caress your cheek, and you were again surprised with how gentle he was.
"Well... As I've said, you don't have to do that, but you'll just keep insisting. If he wants to do that, he can." Hongjoong slightly pinched your cheek, coming even closer. You could count his eyelashes if you wanted to.
"That... He'll like to hear that."
"Hongjoong."
He sighed. "Yes princess?"
"I have to go now."
It almost seemed like he snapped out of a trance, clearing his throat. He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and leaning away from you.
"Yes, I know. I really don't want you to, but oh well... We'll see each other soon."
He wasn't looking at you anymore, and that bothered you. Did you do something wrong? His eyes fluttered open after a moment, and he only glanced in your direction.
"Okay... I'll be off now. See you." You kind of waved before opening the door and sliding out. You could feel his eyes watching you as you moved to open the store up, and the car started as you stepped inside.
He did that yesterday as well, making sure you are safely inside before going his own way. The last few moments between you were a bit strange, but you suppose that's how he is.
You couldn't help but feel excited at the thought of seeing Seonghwa tonight. He was the calmer of the two, that was obvious enough, but you loved how up front he was. You glance at yourself in one of the vintage mirrors hanging from the wall.
You definitely have to spice up your wardrobe to fit the two men.
What on earth were you on about? It was like a snap went off in your head. Who were you to worry about fitting in with them? They only wanted to be friends, right? They were weird, maybe a bit old fashioned, but they were in love with each other. You should feel thankful that they want to spend time with you.
With a sigh, you went to your register to clock in, trying to forget about your ridiculous thoughts.
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Hongjoong barely managed to keep himself composed. He had to look away, because he knew his eyes were starting to change colour. Being as old as he was, he managed to take control over the shift over the years, but Y/N's presence made it difficult.
Her scent, her voice, her eyes, the soft skin he caressed... It all made his brain go into haywire.
He opened the door to their mansion, and he took two steps inside before his husband appeared in front of him.
"How is she? How was it? Is she still shy around you?"
"Well, hello to you too."
Seonghwa grabbed him by his shoulders and chuckled.
"Sorry love, you know how I get."
Hongjoong pecked him on the lips before taking him over to their living room. They sat on the couch in a familiar position, his arms wrapped around Seonghwa as the taller man leaned his back onto him.
"She is fine, maybe a bit tired, but all in all, well. She asked about us."
Seonghwa started stroking Hongjoong's arms.
"Did she? So she's getting curious? That's a good thing."
"She is. I think she liked our story, even though I didn't go into details. But..."
"What? What's wrong?"
Hongjoong sighed, hugging his husband close to him. The rings on their fingers started glistening.
"I couldn't control myself. I had to look away from her, she would have seen my eyes otherwise. I haven't had this much trouble in a long time Hwa."
"I see..."
The older man was lost in thought as he continued to stroke Hongjoong's palm. Was this woman really that powerful? His husband has always been the one more in control with their dark side, only letting it show when they went hunting. You could never tell there was something up with him, aside from the unnaturally cold body temperature.
"Does that mean I have to prepare before I go get her tonight?"
Hongjoong kissed the side of his head, and he felt him nodd.
"I think that would be best. I love you, but you know how you get if you become overly emotional."
"Don't worry about it. I still have a couple of blood bags in the basement. Human blood will keep me satisfied longer." He turned around and pushed Hongjoong onto his back, caging him in with his arms.
"Besides... I know another way to keep myself satiated."
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"Okay, okay. Sangie, I've never gone bowling! Why can't we just go for a cup of coffee?"
Yeosang sighed on the other end of the phone.
"Because Wooyoung wants to set it all up himself. If he wants to go bowling, I won't say no."
You groaned. "Fine. But if I embarrass myself, you better not laugh!"
Hu chuckled, clearing his throat after. "Oh don't worry, Wooyoung will do all the laughing."
You said your goodbyes and hung up the phone. Saturday night is the big night. Yeosang is thrilled about you meeting his boyfriend, but the prospect of bowling makes you nervous. You were a clumsy person by nature, and you always went for activities that didn't require you being overly engaged.
Yeosang was lucky you loved him so much.
You glanced at the old clock and noticed it was almost closing time. There was no Seonghwa in sight, but you didn't want to get your hopes up. Maybe something came up, or maybe he changed his mind. You weren't anyone important in their lives, so you just had to suck it up, even though you could feel the disappointment.
Suddenly, the little bell chimed, and you saw the man occupying your thoughts standing at the entrance.
"Sorry I'm late doll, the traffic was terrible. Next time I'll take that into consideration and leave earlier."
You were a bit lost for words because he was there in all his glory. The suit jacket he wore tonight was more casual than the previous ones, but his shirt was embellished with gold threads.
"Oh, no worries. You really don't have to do this, so I'm not complaining."
He shook his head, coming up to you.
"Nonsense. There is no need for a pretty lady like you to roam the streets at this hour. You don't know what's out there." The smirk he gave you was similar to Hongjoong's, and a shiver went down your spine.
"Let me just close the register, then we can go. I don't want to keep you away from home longer than necessary."
He placed his hands on the counter, leaning closer to you.
"I wouldn't mind one bit, but go on."
It was a miracle how fast and easy you closed up your shop. Maybe the nervousness added to your urgency.
Seonghwa held the door open for you like a gentleman, waited for the door to lock shut, then grabbed your hand. His touch was light, and he held your hand like you were a porcelain doll waiting to break.
"I can't stop admiring how well the bracelet fits you. Hongjoong loves it as well. Come on now, off we go."
You blushed lightly, letting him lead you towards his car. For some reason you didn't think they would have more than one expensive vehicle, but the Porsche in front of you told you otherwise.
Your starstruck expression wasn't missed by Seonghwa, and he chuckled as he led you to the passenger's side.
Like Hongjoong, he buckled you up, and his face was inches apart from yours.
Your breath got caught in your throat while his eyes roamed around your face.
"You're gorgeous, doll. I see why Hongjoong told me to help you settle in."
"Thank you... You're... I've never seen someone so pretty."
It seemed like time stopped for a second, and Seonghwa barely managed to control himself. It was too early to make advances, but he was pleased to have an impact on you.
Without saying another word, he moved away and closed the door. It gave you a second to calm yourself. Where did that comment come from?
"So doll... What do you say we take a little detour tonight? I promise to take you straight home afterwards."
You turned towards him, a bit confused.
"Where do you want to go?"
He smirked, turning the car on.
"You'll see. I have a feeling you'll love it."
With that, he started driving to god knows where, but for some reason you trusted him completely.
Maybe you were naive, but with him by your side, you couldn't care less.
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dreaisgrayte · 1 day ago
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Wilted Petals | Sanemi x fem!reader Hashira NSFW (18+), MDNI
Synopsis: Sanemi meets yn during the selection, taking a liking to her attitude and spirited way of talking to him. They grow closer due to their shared trauma and become lovers. On the night before their wedding Sanemi ventures out to find one of your favorite flowers. He never returns. That is, the Sanemi you once knew never returns. Warnings: MDNI, NSFW (18+), family death, demon killing, fainting, blood, gore, death, child death, injury, grief, heartbreak, pregnancy, alone, depression, oral (male!receiving), oral (fem!receiving), fingering, raw sex, creampie, breeding kink, obsessive kink, engagement, dirty talk (outside of the bedroom), angst...so much angst.... WC: 13.6k A/n: he calls her Petal 14 times. She was 14 when they first met... I'm not okay. This fucking fic ruined me. This is also mostly unedited...sorry
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Sanemi would often tell you how you entirely envelop him. In your eyes, he was able to picture the future. In the timbre of your voice, he could recall the past. In your body, he was grounded in the present time. It was love. 
The world was falling apart around you both, but together you could rebuild anything. To think it all started with a flower. 
7 years ago…
The air was a different kind of weight in your nostrils. You could sense them, the demons. Some of the low-grade ones snarling with inhuman urges. You click your tongue, bored by the whole scheme of this showdown. What? Were you supposed to slay all these weak pieces of garbage while the rest of the Demon Slayer Corporation went after the ones that could form a coherent thought? All that consumed these losers was hunger. If you must partake, the sooner this is over the better. 
You wonder if there’s anyone else still alive, but before you can become lost in thought again a booming yell cuts through the trees. You tilt your head, knitting your brows together as the sound echoes through your ears. Hmm, what an interesting development. Your feet are bringing you toward the source of the sound before you know it. 
Brushing past some foliage you wait silently in the bush, observing the open area in front of you. There, looming and grotesque is a demon, gurbbling some nonsense about being in pain. Then, a sharp and shiny hoe comes crashing down on the skull – or whatever that thing had in its head because it definitely wasn’t a brain – of the demon. It yelps out in agony, slumping to the ground as ichor oozes from its many wounds. You watch as brisk movements suddenly have a chain wrapped around the mass of the demon. “You don’t need to be scared.” A voice calls from beyond the large body of the demon. “It’s dead.” The voice is lower this time, like the person holding that tone also held some deep regrets. 
Standing from the bush you were crouched in, you brush off the dirt from your trousers. “Scared? Please, I was bored waiting for you to finally finish off the damn thing.” You snap back, circling round the corpse. 
Mussed silver hair and those eyes… they bore into your very soul when they meet your own. He had to be the same age as you, maybe older. He carried himself in such a way that you were drawn to take a step closer. “I don’t know whether to applaud or roll my eyes. You obviously have an attitude problem.” He scoffs, tossing the muddled hoe to the side. “It’s dangerous to just stand around, come with me.” 
A giggle falls from your lips before you can stifle it. “With you? So you can yell another demon to its death? I think I can handle myself.” His eyes track your movement as you pull a sharp dagger from your belt. You flip it in the air, catching it by the handle with ease. 
He rolls his eyes this time. “A few party tricks will wind up with you dead,” He mutters, nodding his head toward the treeline. “Besides, we don’t have much time before the selection is finished.” Ah, he was right about that. It was better to stick with someone who knew their way out of this forest, because if there was one thing you weren’t good at, it was directions. 
 You kick at the dirt, the dust spreading onto a few kikus by a tree stump. “Fine, but you’re sharing your Ohagi.” You demand, trotting up to stand next to him. He peers down at you, some of his hair falling into his lavender eyes. You get a flashback to your little brother and how the same thing would happen to him. It’s a simple action, but you regret it as soon as his eyes dart from your hand back to your eyes. 
He catches your wrist, pulling it from his face. “Don’t touch me.” He growls, but quickly clears his throat, letting go of your arm. “And I am not sharing my Ohagi.” 
2 years later
That’s it, you were going to quit. Sanemi stares deadpanned toward the recently slaughtered demon, his nichirin sword covered in ichor. He then darts his gaze toward your figure, which also happens to be covered in demon ichor. “Nemi…don’t make me take this sword and shove it so far up your-” 
There’s a loud crack from behind you. Another demon looms out from behind a tree, drooling from its maw. A sigh deflates from your mouth, pissed at the interruption. You’d have to deal with Nemi later because now it was your turn to show off. The swordsmiths had trouble with you having less muscle density than the rest of the slayers. But when they saw how talented you were with close range daggers, they took that with stride. 
You pull your long blade dagger from its sheath, grinning at the large demon. “Remember, don’t get distracted-” 
“Kind of need you to shut up in order to do that Emi,” You crack your neck, beckoning the sludge-like demon toward you. “Come on fucker, I have a warm bath to take before this uniform is completely ruined.” You taunt, bouncing from foot to foot, channeling a wind style Sanemi had taught you. Out of the corner of your eye you can see a grin cock up the corner of his lips as you twist into formation. Focus glazes over your eyes as the muscles in your body harden. Your breath is almost non-existent as you set your target on the blobby creature. It wasn’t fit to be called a demon, more akin to something so close to death it was barely alive. 
Your nichirin sword hums with untapped potential, ready to explode forth and cut your target to shreds. You were practically giddy with excitement as your left foot slides forward, completing the set up. Just as the monster lets out a screeching roar you surge forward. The blade of your weapon cuts through its skin, severing an arm off with a high pitched yelp. 
Flipping back, you send a sharp gust of cold wind slicing open its abdomen. It has enough sense to peer down at its open belly, watching what insides it did have become part of the world around it. You suck in the brisk air around you, summoning a trick of your own; ice. A sharp dagger-like icicle appears in front of your chest, hovering in the current you still had summoned. You shut your eyes, picturing the icicle shooting through the girthy neck of your opponent. Then at once, everything is silent – even Sanemi. “Woah, where'd you learn how to do that?” He exclaims, his lavender gaze attached to where your summoned weapon had pinned the dangling – and headless – body of the low-grade demon against a tree. You let go of your focus too quickly, falling to your knees on the forest floor. Sanemi whips his head to observe you. “Hey, you alright? Hey come on, don’t start playing jokes on me-” His voice is cut off, not by anything else except your consciousness slipping away into nothing. 
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The soft morning light stirs you from your slumber, a crow cawing incessantly outside. Your eyes blink open slowly, a throbbing pinch shooting from your head down your neck. You groan, shifting your sore body under the white blanket. Where were you? Your throat is unexpectedly moist and you feel fine except the stabbing pain in your head. It’s then you can hear the soft breathing of someone else. You peer to your side noting the spikey white hair you knew all too well. His arm is outstretched, his fingertips gingerly gripping your hand. Suddenly – your throat seems to dry up. What? Why is he sleeping there? Your brows knit together as you watch this boy who played up his hard exterior; be unguarded. It was baffling to observe him soundly sleeping over the side of your mattress. His long lashes brush against his squished cheeks and there’s a part in your chest that aches as you watch him. That aching steadily blooms into a warmth that makes your head throb even more. 
Somehow, you’d ended up in the infirmary. Somehow, Sanemi was sleeping by your side. Somehow… the promise you made yourself before entering the Final Selection slips away. There was room – in your heart you mean – for him. It was dangerous how much you yearned to brush your finger against his cheek. “What have you done to me…?” You whispered aloud, leaning your head to Sanemi’s level. “Why do I want to keep you around?”
His eyes twitch, before languidly opening. The first thing they find is your gaze, locking onto the fact you were staring at him. That fuzzy purple color darkens as he wakes up. His lips curve into a smile, but drop into a stern frown once he sits back on his knees. You don’t want to notice, but his hand still clasps yours tightly. “Tch, what the hell were you thinking, faintin’ like that? Your ass was lucky I was there to haul you back to the corps. My back fuckin’ hurts.” He rolls his eyes, but his thumb is gently stroking the back of your hand. He was right. What is wrong with you? He’s frustrated with you but all you can think about is how nice his warm hand feels against yours. 
You clear your throat. “Emi, I’m sorry-” He snaps a fierce look in your direction. 
“Shut yer trap, I’m not done chastising you.” He gripes, huffing out a large breath. “You are the biggest asshole I know. You’re blessed to have such an outstanding friend like me. Anyone else would’ve left you there. Now where’s my reward for savin’ yer ass?” He raises his brows gesturing to himself. 
It’s the medication you tell yourself – that’s why you do it. Your lips brush against his cheek in a delicate peck. With how your heart was hammering in your chest that action was scarier than slaying demons. His reaction – it’s not much to go off considering he freezes mid sentence. “Thank you,” you whisper in a hushed voice, too nervous that loud noises would scare him off. He’s staring, open mouthed, at you. 
A jolt runs through him and he briskly turns his head away from you. “N-next time just say thank you like a normal person…idiot.” He rubs his free hand along the nape of his neck, trying to keep his face out of your line of vision – but you’ve always been observant and your eyes widen as you see the tips of his ear rouge. What you wouldn’t give to see his face right now, but his grip on your hand was enough to tide you over for now. The sun glints off of a vase stuffed with an assortment of kikus. Just like them, something beautiful was budding here.  
1 year later
People were everywhere. It’s not that you had an issue with large groups, but usually when you were surrounded by this many bodies you were killing them. You’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind. You feel on edge, but then you catch the smiling face of Sanemi Shinazugawa; newest Hashira. You tilt your head, grinning to yourself as you watch him from afar chatting with the flower Hashira – her little sister attached to her leg –  and the much larger stone Hashira. Master Ubuyashiki grins widely at something Sanemi has said, placing a hand on his back. He fits in so well among the elite slayers. “I’m glad they finally made him a Hashira.” A voice mutters from beside you. Your skin crawls with shock that you hadn’t picked up on someone being this close to you. Turning your head you meet the deep azure gaze of Giyu Tomioka, the water pillar. His presence is a wash of serenity. Maybe it’s because he doesn’t talk much or because you could feel the sorrow emanating from him. Was it some sort of requirement to go through tragedy to become a Hashira? If so, they should’ve recruited you a while ago. You scoff at your own joke, bringing Giyu’s transfixed gaze back to you. “Do you not think he’s fit?” Ah, there’s been a misunderstanding. You know what Giyu is asking, but the part of your brain that had grown since a year ago lets a salacious gaze rack up the uniform of the man across the garden. 
You find yourself clenching your thighs together. “Mmm, that's not it at all.” You hum, nodding toward Sanemi. “He’s going to save us all.” You don’t mean to say the last part out loud, but Giyu gives you a long, pondering look. 
There’s footsteps in front of you and you realize Sanemi has wandered toward you. “Good evening ma’am,” he bows his head and scoops up your hand. “Would you like to take a walk?” He inquires, shooting a glare toward the water Hashira. Giyu brushes off the line of territory Sanemi has seemingly drawn. 
“I’m glad to know we share the same sentiment, Miss Yn,” He takes a step back, bowing his head. “I bid you both goodnight.” He says curtly, then disappears around the master’s house.
Sanemi squeezes your hand, bringing your attention back to him. “I don’t like the way he looks at you.” He mutters. You let out a chuckle, amused by how wrong he could be when he was so smart. “Don’t laugh.” He huffs. He was so cute like this… if only you could just tell him how much he meant to you. Sanemi guides the both of you toward a wisteria tree, stopping under its leaves. “Y’know, I want to thank these trees,” His gaze wanders the branches. 
You smile, following the many petals of the flowering tree. “Why? Because they help you kill demons?” You tease. He did love his demon killing. A rumbling chuckle rattles through his chest. You swear you can feel the vibration in your intertwined hands. 
His gaze is soft as it falls to your face. “No,” he breathes. It’s like a magnet – being drawn to his lips. When you’re close enough to feel his hot breath against your nose he opens his mouth again. “Because they brought us together.” 
You’d never been to the entertainment district to view fireworks, but if they were anything like the buzzing happening against the back of your head – you still don’t think they’d compare. Sanemi gently slides his hand through your hair, caressing the back of your head. You share a trembling breath with him as your mouths clumsily slot together. A breeze brushes along the hanging flowers causing some of them to flutter to the ground. You watch them in the reflection of his eyes as his other hand rubs against your cheek. 
He presses his forehead against yours, shutting his eyes like a starved man. You both are panting, but you can’t look away from his swollen lips. “S-Sanemi,” you start. His eyes open instantly. “I think I’ve…” You swallow hard, feeling heat rise to your cheeks. 
If there was one thing you knew for certain, Sanemi wasn’t a patient man. “You’re really bad at this,” He chuckles. “I know. I like you too, yeah?” 
Yeah, fireworks didn’t have shit on this. 
8 months later
Sanemi grunts as you slip out from underneath the sheets. The warming glow of the sun basks your room in glorious light. “Mmph, come back to bed,” His strong arms wrap around your waist, holding you in place. A grin spreads across your lips. 
“Well, mister Wind Hashira, I need to go train. Now, let go.” You reply, pushing lightly on his muscled arm. He pouts, burrowing his head in your back. 
“Nuh-uh,” he huffs, taking in a deep breath of your scent. “You smell divine, it’s fuckin’ infuriatin’.” He pops up, placing his chin on your shoulder. You roll your eyes with a laugh. Sanemi and you had added a few things to your friendship; like sleeping in the same bed. After a long day of work there was nothing more heavenly than walking through his door. It was home and you’d be damned if anything would happen to it. You both had yet to cross into the zone of no return – sex. You kissed… a lot, but everything halted there. No funny business. There was an understanding that this was something special, but both of you were scared to step over the line. Maybe you weren’t ready. Maybe after you became a Hashira – to become equal enough to walk by his side. “What’s my pretty girl thinking about?” 
Without a second beat you answer honestly. “Training until I drop.”
3 years later… present day.
You bow your head. “Master,” you greet. Ubuyashiki’s illness had worsened over the years to an alarming degree. Of course, you wouldn’t say anything out loud, but it kept you up at night. He taps the wooden deck next to him. 
“Come, sit my child.” He gazes at you until you brush your uniform skirt underneath yourself. The pale light blue of your haori refracts the sun brushing through the petals of wisteria trees. “You take great honor in what you accomplish. I must say, I’m very proud.” He smiles and it’s the kind of warmth that makes you want to melt into his embrace. 
You bow your head, hiding the flush rushing to your cheeks. “Thank you Master.” He places a hand on your shoulder. 
He lifts his gaze to the whispering breeze. “I think it’s time you join our Hashira meetings.” His gaze swoops to look over the once small girl he knew. “You’ve grown Yn and I need people willing to grow on my side.” His grip on your shoulder tightens. “Now go, tell Sanemi.” Your mouth opens wide before snapping shut. You stand, politely dismissing yourself before rushing out the main gate of the estate. Your heart is pounding as you sprint back home. A Hashira…finally. You couldn’t believe it. All this effort, work, waiting, it was worth it. You couldn’t wait to see the look on Sanemi’s face. You’d kiss him a million times.
Your legs ache from yesterday’s training, but you push through the soreness. Hashira’s weren’t perfect, they felt pain – but having the title of Hashira was overcoming that pain to succeed in your goal. Was Ubuyashiki testing to see if you could run back to Sanemi? You’re sweating as you turn into the Wind Manor. “Sanemi!” You call, noting his sandals near the deck. “My love!” The words surprise you, but the excitement swelling in your chest overcomes the anxiety that Sanemi would find issue with it.
You trod further into your home, slipping off your boots as you step onto the deck. Sliding open the screen may have been a mistake, because you scream at the sudden presence of Sanemi on the ground. He’s wearing a stupid grin, the scars on his forehead smiling as well. Kiku and wisteria petals surround him – him on one knee. Staring up at you with a golden band pinched between his fingers. “Yn, you make me feel like those broken parts of me that always scream about how awful I am… can finally be mended. You’ve given me everything without even trying. You’re the only person who’s made me feel like I’m worth something. I want that feeling forever… marry me petal. Make me whole. I know we’re young, but with our profession, who knows how much time we’ll have left. I promise I’ll treat you right.” The past 7 years flood through your brain. The universe had put this man into your life when all you thought about was death. In part it was due to having to slaughter the only family member you had left right before the Final Selection. Your little brother had gotten mixed up with the wrong crowd and as his caregiver – you took care of him until the very end. 
Here was Sanemi, perfect with all his obvious issues. He’d been through so much; you’d been through so much together. He stood by you, yet you felt trepidations about accepting his proposal. He was strong, strong enough to protect you – but could you do the same? He’d been a Hashira much longer than you, seen what kind of dangers are out there. You reach up to trace the scar above his eyebrow. All those years ago he would’ve smacked your hand away, but he leans into your touch now. You were with him for most of the conception of these scars, so why were you jealous of such a permanent part of his body? 
“Yes.” You mutter, the word catching on your tongue. “I love you Sanemi Shinazugawa.” Your eyes meet and before you can choke on regret he kisses all the worries away. Your heart soars in your chest, but there’s a sinking feeling that something awful was going to tear the one good thing in your life away because you finally accepted you wanted to be happy. 
He grabs you and kisses you all over your face. “Let’s tell Ubuyashiki in the morning. With his blessin’ we’ll practically be married. You and me. Husband and wife.” A huge grin takes over both of your faces. What a beautiful melody those words were. 
If the world was about to burn though, you’d give into every carnal desire before it has a chance to fuck everything up. This meant taking the man currently trying to hide his erection to the bedroom you’ve kept innocent; until tonight. You were going to go out fucking or fighting. 
His hard face – the one he shows to everyone else, except you – melts away and is replaced by a genuine smile. “I love you too petal.” The world could wait, right now was just for the two of you. You feed into his kisses, pushing against him with filthy intentions. “Fuck, s’good,” He whispers against your swollen lips. You hadn’t realized, but your hands had worked his hair into a complete mess. “You’re driving me crazy, wife.” The word swipes you off your feet, causing you to falter in your attempts to unbuckle his belt. You blink up at him, furrowing your brows. His head tilts to the left, grinning the way he always does around you. “Got something you want to say gorgeous?” You huff out a frustrated sigh as you take a step back from him. 
“Sanemi.” You start. He quirks a brow, delightedly watching you. No time like the present to be honest with yourself. “I want to fuck you.” You finish off, observing his face drop from all snark to surprise. His mouth opens like he wants to say something, but then he shuts it immediately. “Do you like the sound of that, husband?” Two could play this game. His eyes darken as he takes in your figure. 
A hum rumbles through his throat as he takes a confident step toward you. “You want to fuck me or you want me to fuck you?” He cocks a smirk onto his lips, crossing those ungodly arms across his dipping neckline. You swallow, bashfully meeting his gaze. It was annoying how much of an effect he had on you. Normally you’d be fine flirting with him, but the tingling sensation running down your thighs was starting to make you nervous. 
“B-both,” You sputter out, standing your ground as the tips of his feet brush against yours. He bends down next to your ear, letting you revel in the sight of his chest. Your eyes trace the jagged lines of his criss-cross scar. Mmm, X marks the spot.  
His hot breath fans across your neck, sending shots of magma through your body. “Mmm, you sure you can handle all of me? ‘Cause I’m not holding back on you even if you are my wife.” The way he tests the latter word on his tongue makes you squirm in place. “I can barely stop myself from ripping into your uniform as it is.”
Sanemi backs you against the far wall of your home. “Don’t think you can command me around like all those kakushi.” You pout. He caresses your cheek, leaning in for a kiss. 
“I wouldn’t dream of it.” This kiss is different from the rest, it’s hungry – starving even. His rough palms are somehow more demanding than they’ve ever been. Your fingers trace the neckline of his uniform, rubbing your thumb across his pectoral scar. His muscles tense under your touch, his lips breaking from yours to pant out a shuddering groan. A fluttering buzz makes it hard to breathe. His head is bent to stare at your fingers, hair hanging in his face. You wanted to ruin him and be ruined by him. Your body is at war with itself. How perfect Sanemi is, you wanted to be the only one to see him come undone. 
Your fingers find his belt and his hands firmly plant themselves on either side of your head. It startles you when he lays his forehead against your shoulder, breathy grunts fall from his mouth – it only drives you forward in your actions. His belt slides somewhat easily free from the loops on his breaches. You unloop the button, slipping your hand underneath the clothing. A strangled hiss slides out his throat. “Shit, you’re goin’ to be the death of me.” 
Sanemi groans as you free his stiff cock from his pants. Your breath catches in your throat as you observe the length and girth of him. The color bleeds into an angry red and you swear he muffles a whimper against your skin. “That’s it baby, look at what you’ve done to me.” You glance at the back of his head then back to the beautiful apex of his thighs. You’d only seen drawings of phalluses or heard the other women chat about them. Never did you think you’d be at a loss for words when staring at one. “Ha, you goin’ to say somethin’ or just stare at me? S’startin’ to make me nervous.” He lifts his head to finally meet your gaze with lust filled eyes. A large gulp works its way through your throat, all the while Sanemi watches with rapt attention. 
“Maybe I like watching you squirm.” His brows raise as he mulls over your words. He wraps his warm hand around your wrist, leading it to his groin. He stares into your eyes the whole time, studying your reaction. It’s suddenly gotten a lot harder to breathe as your fingertips brush against the burning skin of his cock. 
“Oh? You like that huh? Maybe I should give you a better look at it.” He guides your hand down his shaft, groaning when he forms your hand around his base. Sanemi shifts his hips, sliding his cock through your rounded fist. “Damn it… just keep going – just like that.” His brows draw together and your thighs clench together. Seeing Sanemi horny and losing himself to the feeling of your hand was going to be seared into your brain. It was so wet between your legs…so wet and empty.
Your heart is seemingly trying to crawl out of your throat, but you feel so high from pleasuring him. Confidence was starting to take over the initial nerves. “So tough all the time… but you’re completely at my mercy,” You pant out, feeling the heat rise to the tip of your scalp. It was surprising you didn’t spontaneously combust with the sight in front of you. 
“Mmmhm, as wonderful as that sounds,” He shuts his eyes, trying to regain his focus. “I’m goin’ shut that pretty mouth of yours up,” Before you can wonder what he means, he shows you by pushing you to your knees. “Open,” He commands, backing up to behold your flushed cheeks and obliging mouth. You were paradise on earth. His cock is aching without your touch so he covers his length with a free hand, pumping himself like a horny teenager before you. You reduced him to pure desires and he couldn’t decide if that would be for your betterment… or your demise. “Suck it.” 
He brushes his weeping tip across your lips, creating a work of art in the process. He could stare at this all day long. Then – with one languid movement – he’s inside your warm wet mouth. He tosses his head back, his muscles flexing with enough tension they could snap. A sense of pride shoots through you, but something inside your own brain short circuits when he moans out your name. Suddenly you’re gripping his hips like a mad woman, digging your nails into his skin as you bob your head down his length – stopping at his base to hold all of him in your mouth. His legs are twitching and the stifled moans above you just drive you to swirl your tongue around the underside of his cock, where a long vein trails up to the tip. You follow it with the tip of your tongue until you meet his slit. From all the information you’ve gathered, this – this – was the most sensitive part of a man. 
You’re not sure what compels you to dip your tongue into the leaking hole, dancing your tongue across it while working your hands across the parts not covered by your mouth. The saliva you’d left behind and whatever was coming out of his tip made the movements easy. There were noises filling the room – one’s you’d be hearing echo off these walls for eternity. The wet squelching mixes with Sanemi’s whimpering moans in your favorite melody. 
Sanemi’s hand twitches to the back of your head, wrapping your hair around his flushed hands. “E-enough,” He hisses, pulling you away by your hair. You glare up at him. It’s hard to not shove you back on his cock when you look like that.
Your lips are bruised, the corners red and splotchy. Drool drips from your mouth and there’s a look in your eyes that makes Sanemi hoist you to your feet. He wasn’t going to cum unless it was inside that sweet cunt of yours. He was going to press you into the mattress until you were with his child. Suddenly his mind is blank, the only thought on rotation being ‘fill her to the brim.’
He guides you into the bedroom where the mattresses are already rolled out. Had he been thinking about this as he set up the proposal? Was the night meant to lead to this very moment? Sanemi envelopes you in his arms, kissing the tip of your nose. “Don’t you think s’unfair I’m the only one undressing?” His voice is so calm and low it goes straight from your ears to your core.
You drop your hands to the buttons on your uniform. “If you’re that eager then maybe you should help me out.” His gaze follows your hands, zeroing in on the sliver of your neck revealed. You peel back the layer of your haori, the blue fabric tumbling to the ground in a heap. Next is the top part of your uniform, slipping off the white undershirt as well. Your chest is almost bare in front of him, negating the cloth that winds around your chest. The rounds of your breasts only emphasize the heavy breaths falling from your mouth. Sanemi groans, biting into his lip. “What’s that? You were all talk just a moment ago.” You undo the clip.
Sanemi sucks in a breath, his gaze growing darker. “Describin’ your beauty takes time,” He whips his eyes up to meet yours. He cocks a grin, slowly dropping to your pebbled nipples. “As you know, m’not a man of pretty words,” He cups one of his massive hands under the heft of your chest. In an instant his lips plant a delectable kiss against the throbbing nub. The sensation rushes through your system, eliciting a pitiful moan to escape past your lips. His gaze flicks to you, watching with fire behind his expression. His lips curl into a smile against your breast. “Haa… shit, you’re really something else, huh?” A flush rushes from the tips of your toes to the crown of your head. Sanemi trails wicked kisses to your jaw, stopping to visit your mouth. The corners of your mouth sting from pushing all of him in – but the pain only brings about more pleasure. Your eyes flutter shut as he grazes his teeth on your bottom lip. The grip on his shoulders tighten as you tremble with arousal. 
One muscular arm dips between your thighs, cupping your mound. He scoffs, quirking that damn brow of his. “Were you plannin’ on sharin’ how wet you are f’me, sweetheart?” He growls, bringing his hand to your lips – smearing your arousal across them. His brows narrow as you squeeze your thighs together, squirming desperately in front of him. “Ha, you need somethin’?”
You break, annoyed at the unbearable desire roaring through you. “Damn it Sanemi, stop teasing me – do something.” You huff, placing yourself in between the sleeping mats. You raise your legs and spread them wide for him. He throws his head back in a dark chuckle. 
Kneeling down beside you he runs his warm hands up your thighs. “Guessin’ all those lessons in patience from Gyomei didn’t exactly… pay off?” He snarks, brushing the bottom of your skirt out of the way. You roll your eyes, fed up with his attitude. 
“Everyone has their breaking point, Sanemi.” You grunt, turning your face away from him. He takes this as an opportunity to run his thumb along your slit. Your body straightens, a breathy moan blasting out of you. He was playing dirty.
You whisk your burning gaze back to him, still wearing the frustrated expression. “Mmm, don’t worry pretty girl, I’m about to show you yours.” He dips his head between your thighs, lapping at the plush skin where your stockings dug in. You can feel his smile. “You know, Iguro was right.” He hums, kissing circles on your inner thigh while his thumb massages the other. You couldn’t focus on what he was musing about – too focused on the excitement of having this man, whole. “Givin’ stockings to a girl was great advice.” He captures the fabric between his teeth, leisurely taking it off your leg. “Now m’constantly between your legs.” 
Why did he say these things? Now whenever you pull your stockings on he’s all you’re going to be thinking about. Not that he wasn’t already constantly on your mind. “You’re so unfair,” You pout, wishing there was something you could tease him about – but as you gaze over your bare chest the next breath catches in your throat. 
Sanemi has your leg outstretched against his chest, tossing your stockings to the side. They flutter through the air like they were glad he touched them. Lucky bitches. He eyes you as he kisses your ankle, raking his teeth against the tendons. He swoops his hand under your calf, heaving your left leg over his shoulder. “The more I hear you complain the more I want to fuck you until that pretty voice can’t talk anymore.” He doesn’t wait for you to respond, sweeping his tongue against your folds. 
A startled whimper careens from within you. His tongue laps up your sex, finding its way to your entrance. You were panting now, gripping the sheets like your life depending on it. If you let go you might float up to the gods. “F-fuck,” you moan, squirming under his minstrations. This only drives his actions to a higher level as he moves his fingers to enter your weeping cunt. “Ahh, oh–” Your body is tensing around his finger and before you get used to one of his digits working in and out of you he adds another. You squeeze your thighs around his head as he flicks his tongue against your throbbing clit. “Yes, Sanemi, right there,” you call out, your voice pitched higher than usual. The tandem of his tongue and fingers had your thighs trembling with the growing high of your impending orgasm. 
His head squirms free from the apex of your thighs. “S’my girl, I want your cum on my tongue,” He commands breathily. Without instruction you spread your legs for him, his pace heightening your senses as he carries you over the edge. Throaty moans and whimpers shake past your lips as you clench down. 
Sanemi slips his fingers out of you, panting as he finds your eyes. He reaches his hand to your mouth, sliding the tips of his pointer and middle finger into your mouth. “S’pretty when you cum,” He hums watching you take his fingers inside your mouth. “Makes me wanna devour you,” He tilts his head following your gaze – straight to his neglected cock. “Heh, I have three guesses as to what you want from me and the first two don’t count.” He takes his fingers back, popping them into his own mouth. “A good night’s rest?” He inquires. You shake your head. “Maybe a cute little dog?” You shake your head again. He smirks. “Ahh, that’s right. You have to be overworked to fall asleep. My girl has to be brought to the brink of death before she’s satisfied. Isn’t that right?” He coos, positioning himself closer to your core. You nod eagerly, words apparently forgotten. 
He curls his hands around your calves, yanking you closer to him and wrapping your legs around his hips. “Then who am I to deny my darling?” You wait with bated breath as he lines the head of his cock against your entrance. A sharp breath fills your lungs as he pushes gently into your wet walls, clenching around him. “S’tight.” He mutters as his hips shift forward. He holds your hips still as he burrows deeper. There’s a pinching sensation as your cunt welcomes him. “Sorry, s’sorry, doin’ s’good.” He whispers, but your pain gradually flares into an overwhelming pleasure. 
His slow methodical movements turn ravenous as he shoves his length into your greedy pussy. “S’takin’ all of me, such a good girl,” He pants, thrusting with desperation – chasing his own orgasm but focusing on the spot that makes you scream his name. “S’it,” He’s driving deeper and deeper, the slapping noise of skin against skin filling the room. He’s whining about how heavenly you are, promising to stay inside of you forever. 
You throw your head back against the pillow. “Cum for me, s’my girl, just like that.” He praises, studying the way your body shakes with burning pleasure. His encouragement floods you, your second orgasm of the night rushing through you with tingling stars. Your cunt cinches around him, eliciting a whiny moan from his lips. 
He pounds into you relentlessly, spewing apologetic moans your way. Soon enough his hot cum fills your pussy in a beautiful mess. You feel so full, it’s the kind of pressure you enjoy. He’s taken aback by how much he likes seeing your pussy stuffed with his cum. He fucks it into you, begging you to mother his children. The oozing climax slips past the seal of Sanemi’s cock, trickling down your thighs. The sensation tickles and if you had any part of your mind right now you’d be worried about the sheets. Tears roll down your face, half from happiness, half from being dicked down. He immediately catches your tears, eyes widening. “Are you okay?” He exclaims, bending to check on you. You nod your head, smiling. He blows out a breath. “Gosh, you had me worried…” He trails off, shyly rubbing the back of his neck. “You should only cry when you’re with me ‘kay? So I can be there to wipe your tears.” There’s a moment where you both stare at each other, dumb smiles on your faces. He kisses your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. “I love you, petal. I’m never going to leave you.” He promises. 
After washing up together you lay in his arms. The night was filled with the promise of eternal love. One that wouldn’t die so easily. Once you fall asleep, the golden band on your ring finger, Sanemi slips out of your home. Before he’s completely out of the door he halts near a table – quickly scrawling the happy news of your engagement to the only other person he cherished; his little brother. He hands the note to Sorai, that way Genya was bound to hear the news the quickest. He’s the happiest he’s ever been. He wants to shout from the rooftops, but he’s on a mission to find fresh flowers for his beloved wife – well soon to be wife. He rounds his mansion, one that wouldn’t be complete without you inside of it, heading for the dirt road that leads to a small patch of kikus. He gathers a couple of the delicate flowers within his hands, stopping under the moonlight to appreciate their beauty. He pulls a line of twine from his pocket, wrapping them together. 
But he never makes it back.
With a sore throat you groan as the morning sun bleeds into your room. It appears you’d slept through most of the morning. You reach out to pat the area next to you, expecting to find the sturdy frame of the man who commanded you not to wash out his cum. A bashful grin finds its way onto your face as you remember the previous hours. Your hand doesn’t bump into anything except fabric. Where had he gone? You planned to go see Master first thing in the morning together. You sit up, clutching the sheet to your body – suddenly too cold. “S-Sanemi?” You call out, your voice hoarse.
There’s no reply, in fact the house has never been this hauntingly quiet before. An ache coils around your heart. Where was your love? You take a moment to calm your breathing, trying to think of possibilities other than he’d left you. He’d left you and was never coming back. Last night was just so he could get his fill and when he walked through the doors of his house, he wouldn’t want you to still be there. A sick warmth spreads thorns inside your stomach. 
It takes you a few minutes to get ready, hissing as your back aches with strained muscles. Your pussy throbs around nothing, begging to be stuffed again and again. You’d have to have a word with her about that later, especially if your betrothed was thinking about breaking off the engagement. He wouldn’t do that…right? 
Outside the morning is a flurry of crows and a light breeze. You squint into the sunlight, concern breaking through your faux calmness. Why were there so many crows circling the mansion? “Yn,” You jump at the sound of your name, bringing your gaze downward to the snake Hashira. Your face scrunches into sorrow as your lips quiver. His eyes are all you need to see before you rush into his arms, breaking down. Obanai allows you to cling onto him, brushing a hand down your back in what comfort he could muster. His mind was otherwise occupied. He couldn’t bear listening to your sobs for much longer. Damn it Sanemi, where the hell were you? That’s when the snake Hashira catches the glimmer of a golden band around your finger. His eyes darken. 
“Wh-what am I supposed to do?” You whimper, nestled into the crook of Obanai’s neck. He releases a sigh, moving his hands to your shoulders. He moves you so that you’re looking into his eyes. He tries to hide the worry, but you’d grown up being able to read the emotions of eyes. Even in your state, it was clear – something was wrong. 
He shuts his eyes, hissing out a breath. When he opens his eyes he’s not looking at you. “We’re not sure. Sanemi made a big fuss yesterday about introducing his wife to everyone so we were all supposed to meet at Master’s estate. We waited all morning…” He trails off, turning his gaze to the sky where the afternoon sun was being covered by clouds. “He’s missing.”
Those words echoed in your head for the next two weeks. You sat in the wind manor, blank. It was like someone had pushed the reset button on you. Mitsuri tried to get you to eat, visiting you every meal time with a delicious smelling plate of food. Your stomach was tied in knots so you were unable to eat much of it. Shinobu had visited you too, checking your vitals and making sure you at least sat outside for an hour. Everyone was trying to help, some with the search party, others with looking after you. 
It was pitiful, the way you had to be taken care of every day because you couldn’t even muster moving your eyes. If you did, anything you’d see would remind you of the aching loss blooming in your body. There were times you sat and cried, staring at a wall. 
Love had splintered into pieces of the past. You were too numb to feel anything. 
A month passes and the one feeling that surfaces is resentment – to yourself. What a waste of space. You were a Hashira, apparently inept at doing her job. You let your grief take over your body instead of assisting the rest of the corps who were working tirelessly to find…Sanemi. His name. It had repeated over and over in your head. It dances through your gray matter, sinking into your brain. Pumped through your veins until he consumed all of you.
The dark early morning sky casts a glowing hue through your window. In a way the darkness was comforting because all the sun did was illuminate that you were alone. 
Get up. Find him. You stumble into a standing position, bracing yourself on the wall next to you. A rushing nausea fills your stomach. Your eyes widen as you rush outside, vomiting into the gravel. You fall to your hands and knees on the deck as the clamminess sticks to your body. A shudder courses through you as the little food you’d eaten leaves your body. Then it’s just dry heaving, tears streaming down your face as the acid stings your throat. 
You hold your stomach, hoping the pain is finally over. The tears pushed out of your body from vomiting continue, but now from the pain of loss. Sanemi would’ve taken care of you. He’d know what to do in moments like these. You bring your head to the sky, sobbing through the night. 
Your throat aches as you wake up with a start, nausea swimming around again. You curse as you scramble outside to the very same spot you’d visited earlier this morning. Once the ordeal is over, you sit there perplexed. You collect yourself, stepping into the gravel. Your body is shivering as you start walking towards Butterfly mansion. 
Shinobu perks up when you walk through her door. “Yn?” She tilts her head, scanning your body with concern. “What’s wrong?” As if she wasn’t going to inspect you until she found out. You push a weak grin onto your lips. 
A limp arm points to your stomach. “Vomit. I keep throwing up.” Her eyes widen, something crossing through them. You were so tired and there was an awful cramp twisting your guts into a mess. 
“Okay, come lay down here.” She motions for you to lay down on a cot next to her. “I’m going to ask you some questions,” She starts, peeking at you for confirmation. You nod your head, collapsing back onto the bed. She gulps, pulling up a stool next to you. “Do you usually get sick in the morning?” You nod. This elicits a shaky breath to leave her mouth. “Are you eating well? What about sleep?” You shake your head, a fucked up grin lining your lips. 
“What’s the point in any of that?” You laugh, turning your head away from her. You couldn’t stand having her look at you with such pity. She reaches out her hand, grasping your arm gently. 
“Yn, when’s the last time you had your monthly bleed?” She asks with such a soft voice you turn back to her, brows drawn together. What did that have to do with anything? Though, now that you’re thinking about it…
“I haven’t had one since earlier last month.” You whisper. Shinobu’s face falls, a curse under her breath. She sucks in that same breath before standing from her stool. “What is it?” Your mind felt fuzzy, almost clouded. 
She clasps her hands together, facing the empty room. “Yn… I think you’re pregnant…” She whips her gaze back to you. “With Sanemi’s baby.”
The color drains from your face and your pulse quickens. No. No it couldn’t be. From one time? Was that even possible? A violent shake jolts through you as you start to wail. “How could you!? How could you leave me here!?” You cover your face with the back of your arm as you continue to cry, although it was closer to the yowl of a cat. 
A baby. His baby. Your baby. 
What a joyous occasion. 
3 months later
You glance around the home you’d shared with the love of your life. Now, there was no life in this mansion. The walls had watched you cry yourself to sleep every night, it was probably time you gave them a break. “Don’t worry Miss Yn, I’ll make sure to clean it up just in case.” Tanjiro, a spitfire swordsman exclaims. You muster a sorrowful smile as you pat his head. You hope he never experiences loss like you have. 
Though you’re pretty sure someone told you his whole family had been murdered except his kid sister, who was now a demon. Okay, maybe he had it worse than you did, but the smile on his lips was a testament to how strong willed he was. A pang of pride shoots through you. “Thank you, Tanjiro.” You walk outside, turning to glance at the structure one last time, holding your growing stomach. “Say goodbye little one.” You whisper. Goodbye my love. It’s almost like you can see him leaning against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, waving goodbye to you. 
Ubuyashiki instructed Giyu and Obanai to accompany you to a small village east of the corps. There was a small house waiting for you to quietly have your babies and raise them away from the dangerous headquarters. The journey was long, about a week away. 
When your small group finally stepped into the village there was a welcome party. Swordsmith village; a place only Hashira knew the way to. Usually Kakushi would have to exchange visitors on their backs to keep the location secretive. 
They welcome you with open arms, showing you to the small house where you’d be staying. “Go ahead, I’m sure you’ll want to rest.” Giyu motions for you to go inside, a slight smile on his lips. You’re worried, why would he be smiling? With a tentative hand you push open the door. There’s a figure in the middle of the room, long spiky hair falling down their shoulders. You yelp at the sight, falling back into Obanai’s chest. 
“Don’t just stand there Shinazugawa, greet your sister.” He chastises gruffly from behind you. The last name sends chills down your back as it finally clicks. 
Genya Shinazugawa turns on his heel, an all too familiar face greeting you. The breath in your lungs whoosh out. “Hey there Yn.” He bows his head, jolting when he sees the tears welling in your eyes. It’s involuntary when you rush into his arms. He tentatively holds you before tightening his grip. “S’gonna be okay. They’ll find ‘em.” He whispers against your shoulder. “S’gonna be okay.” He repeats himself, almost like he was trying to comfort himself as well. You hold each other for what feels like hours, crying with each other and spending the night talking about Sanemi. For the first time since 4 months ago you feel a lightness in your chest. 
Giyu and Obanai are staying in the inn not to far from your house, patrolling the perimeter of the village before turning in for the night. There’s a room on either side of the house, before coming together in a platform kitchen area and dirt entry way. Genya was going to stay with you for the duration of your pregnancy. Giyu and Obanai would always be close by as well. It was kind of like a little family. Giyu cooks, Obanai patrols, and Genya takes care of you. The thought makes you giggle to yourself, the sound of your laughter shocking you into silence. You spread your hand over the right side of the bed you lay in. 
“You look gorgeous in the moonlight, did I ever tell you that?” You turn your head, met with the grinning face of your lover. The weight of the whole world lifts from your shoulders as you peer into his lilac eyes. 
You shake your head. “No, I think you should tell me again.” You whisper, butting your head against his. He kisses your nose, rubbing the side of your head. 
“You’re my entire world. My gorgeous, beautiful, seductive world.”
Mornings come too soon, waking you from the enchanting dreams of having Sanemi next to you. It’s been your mission to walk through the town every morning to distract you from hopeless thoughts. “Miss Yn! Miss Yn! When’s the baby coming again!?” A little girl named Momo hops around you excitedly. Her parents were farmers and she had 5 older siblings. Her hyottoko mask slips down and before it can fall she grasps the rosy cheeks with her little hands. You laugh lightly. 
“Your mother will be upset if you continue bouncing around like a rabbit.” You ruffle her hair with the ease of attachment. It was true, this little girl had made her way into your aching chest, easing some of the pain. Genya trots up next to you, holding out a shiny rock. You cock your head curiously. 
He rounds in front of you, halting the movement of both you and Momo. He places the shiny rock in Momo’s hands. “Here, for you m’lady.” He squats down to show her the crystalized pattern on the back of the stone. Momo gasps when she realizes how pretty the rock is. 
She bounces up and down again, whooping about how Genya was the best big brother ever. He laughs but you can see the pain behind his eyes. Momo runs in circles around your legs, gripping her rock like it was the most precious thing in the world. “I think you just made a best friend.” You tease and Genya’s face spreads into a knowing grin. 
His gaze flows down to your rounded tummy. “Just practicin’. I want to make him proud.” His words are like the air sucked from your lungs. 
You peek at your stomach, running a hand over the bump. “You already have,” you mutter, trying to think happy thoughts as the memory of this morning’s dream tries to take over. “Momo, how about you take big brother Genya to the hot springs?” You suggest to the wide-eyed girl. 
Genya doesn’t have time to react before she yanks him toward the stone stairs. You smile watching them leave. It was taking time, but you were starting to heal. 
The walk to the gate doesn’t take a lot of time, but chatting with curious villagers makes it late afternoon by the time you continue your walk along the forest line. The kakumaki around your shoulders shifts as you brace against a chilling winter breeze. The air was crisp, but it reminded you of the winters spent under Sanemi’s arm, snuggled together by the fireplace. 
Today was his birthday and no matter how much love you were surrounded with, you just wanted to be alone. To think about him and wish him a happy birthday.
Snow lines the pathway, pushed against the short stone wall that extended for miles on either side. A sparrow flies above your head as you continue, humming a traditional song. You adored your neighbors, but the village became stuffy with all the fluttering around you. You’re sure some of the villager girls were happy there were two male Hashira staying close by. Maybe if Giyu got laid he’d learn how to smile – or not look like a psychopath while doing so. 
A grin lines your lips thinking about the friends whom you cherished so much. The air in front of you puffs out, warmth meeting the cold. Honestly, winter was your favorite season. You might be slightly partial due to your breathing style, but there was just something about peering over a field powdered in a white blanket. Trees were gray and bare, but with snow they became royalty swaying across a ballroom. There was one word for it – majestic. “Happy Birthday Emi.”
You’re about to brush some snow off the wall and perch against it when you hear a twig snap. A line snaps your head in the direction of the sound. It could very well be an animal, but they learned to avoid making noise in the winter in case a predator was around. Against every fiber of your being you call out, “Hello?” 
After a few beats of silence your heart starts to calm down. Okay, so maybe you were going crazy. Wouldn’t be news to you. “Petal,” The chill that runs down your spine paralyzes you. The boots you wore were stuck to the dirt. It was such an unhuman noise. Like a growl mixed with choking. There’s nothing but the vast white staring back at you. That doesn’t stop you from rushing back toward the village, clutching the furs over your shoulders. That night Sanemi doesn’t appear in your dreams. 
When you wake up, fresh snow has fallen over the village. Obania storms into your home, meeting your gaze with panicked eyes. “Thank the Gods,” He hisses, Giyu clamoring in behind him. Curiosity pierces your skin. 
“What’s going on?” You interrogate. Giyu glances at the snake Hashira, his gaze avoiding you naturally. 
He squeezes his eyes shut, staring intently out your window. “There’s been an attack. One of the villagers was killed last night.” His deep azure stare slides to meet yours. “By a demon.”
4 months later
Since then, multiple attacks have showered the swordsmith village with blood. “Miss Yn, is the baby going to be okay?” Momo lays on the ground of your kitchen, kicking her feet behind her. You smile as you set a plate full of ohagi in front of her. “Gee thanks!” She squeals. “Ma never lets me have these!” Great, her mom was probably going to give you a stern talking to.
You ease yourself down on the edge of the platform next to Momo. “From how strong they are, I think they could beat up even Mister Obanai.” You chuckle, observing Momo’s eyes widen with wonder, her hyottoko mask forgotten on the ground. She jumps up excitedly and punches the air. 
“Yeah! The baby can fight off the demon that killed my dad!” You wince as she brings up the first killing of the demon that had been eluding two Hashira. Three if you count yourself – which you didn’t. You pat Momo’s back, settling her down. 
She leans into you, affectionately kissing your temple. “Would you like to feel the baby kick?” You offer, chuckling as Momo nearly pounces on your large baby bump. “Careful now,” You laugh. Momo’s tiny hands press against your stomach, yelping when it jolts from the baby’s movement. 
“Feels like you have an army in there…” She mutters, furrowing her brows. “You sure there’s only one baby?” You raise your brows with a comical laugh. The village healer, Momo’s grandmother, must’ve been telling her about pregnancies. 
You place your hand over hers. “I’m pretty sure,” At least you hope so. You barely knew what to do with one baby, let alone more. “Why don’t you get tucked in, I’m sure your mother will be home soon.” After the tragic death of her husband Momo’s mother had moved in with you after growing close due to Momo’s obsession with your baby and helping with her mother’s check ups. Having the house full of noise was a better distraction than seeing Genya’s face in the morning and feeling a thrill of excitement only to wake up more and feel the drop of sorrow again. It wasn’t fair to Genya and it was starting to give you a complex. 
Genya was in the other room so it would be fine if you slipped out for a while right? The early spring night air greets you like it's been waiting. A loud crash breaks the peaceful night air. You’re immediately on guard, but it drops when Momo appears in front of you holding your nichirin daggers. “I’m gonna be a Hashira like you some day!” She yells before bolting into the forest. A part of you is honored, but then reality comes crashing down your body. 
“Wait! Momo!” You screech, reaching out for her small body. She shouldn’t be out here! You try to move as fast as you can toward where she ran, but progress is slow. Your ankles are swollen and the pressure on your stomach and back make you want to roll over and die. “Momo!” You call, panic settling into your bones. “Momo come back!” 
You hear rustling and your heart sores thinking she’s found her way back to you, but a rabbit bounces forth from the foliage. 
A throat wrenching scream startles birds from their slumber. Your skin prickles as it continues. Then – as if sent by hell itself – Momo’s voice calls out your name before the noise goes silent. Your chest is rising and falling rapidly. No, no, no, no, no. You continue to repeat that word to yourself as you brush past branches, thorns lashing out to your skin. You’re bleeding, but you don’t care. Nothing is as important as getting to Momo.
Blood. The forest ground is covered in it. Hunched over a small figure is what you can only assume is a demon. Your training tells you as much, but the fact it’s still crunching on Momo’s leg is telling enough. 
Your gut twists as you take in the scene before you. Momo had valiantly stabbed the monster with one of your daggers in the thigh. Her little hand was reaching out toward you, her glazed eyes staring into yours. Too late. You feel sick. Your body is woozy, you feel like liquid as you stumble forward. Kill it. Bile rises to your throat, you have to swallow the burning sensation down. Fucking kill it. Wet slurping noises make your nose scrunch up with disgust. You were going to throw up. Your hand is shaking as you reach for the other dagger, somehow near your feet. You’re a Hashira. Your muscles tense, yelling at your body to prolong the sobs you could feel building behind your facade. 
The wind blows the smell of blood and demon toward you. Stalling your movements. Oh no, you were going to vomit. Moonlight casts a glowing light toward Momo’s corpse. Fuck, you were going to avenge her. You’re panting, body unmoving. That is until you catch the black kanji on the back of the demon. Satsu – to kill. Your body is swaying with how hard you’re breathing. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out, collapsing to your knees. Twigs and sharp pebbles dig into your skin, but the radiating shakes and adrenaline keeps you from feeling it. 
Sure enough, the demon turns its body. Four horns sprout from his silver hair. The two front ones were taller than the two back ones. The tips were a deep maroon, bleeding into a soft purple. The same effect was present in the tips of his hair. His eyes reflect the moonlight – the glowing red color causing you to clamp a hand over your mouth. His uniform was across his body, revealing the chest you’d fallen asleep on. Green swirling marks snake around his chest and biceps. The bottom of his uniform was tucked into a pair of breeches, hanging low on his hips. Gone were his scars, gone was his life, gone was the man you loved. 
8 months ago
“Petal.” He sneers and the noise fills you with dread. He’d been with you this whole time. 
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Somewhere out there was my wife and no matter what – I was going to make it back to her. The last thing I remember is sensing something near me while I was gathering flowers for her to smile at in the morning. There was a fight, I tried my best; not for me, but for her. My life was nothing until she molded me into something great. Here I was, failing her yet again. 
I thrash around, feeling rope strangling my wrists. Somehow I’d been tied to a damn chair. Trained Hashira and my end was going to come from a chair. I click my tongue, what are a few more scars? I tense my muscles and attempt to break free from restraints. 
An overwhelming presence washes over me as my failure resides in my heart. “Ah, you’re awake.” That voice. My jaw clicks with fury. If I just had my sword he’d be dead on the ground. I needed to find a way to escape. 
“Show your face, coward.” I hiss out, squinting my eyes as the apparent bag over my head is ripped off. Before me is none other than the Demon king, Muzan Kibutsuji. His crimson eyes light up with delight as I face him with blood lust. 
His raven hair is loose around his face, falling forward as he leans toward me. “Watch your tongue Shinazugawa or I might have to cut it out.” He chastises and I surge forward in the chair. I instantly regret thinking I had any chance of escaping because the wooden let down starts to fall forward – with me in it. Muzan catches the back of the chair, his scent filling my nostrils. “Careful, we wouldn’t want you getting hurt.” He sneers, settling the chair back on all four legs roughly. My blood boils with a blinding white rage. 
Hurt? Wasn’t that why he captured me? To kill me? He must notice my questioning face because he straightens his waistcoat, a lecherous grin lifting his lips to expose how much of a monster he really was. “The other Hashira are going to kill you.” I spit out, the rage she had quelled in me fuming up to the top of my head. 
Muzan laughs, raising his brows in amusement. “I’m sure they will.” He watches me out of the corner of his eye as he sinks his teeth into his own wrist. What the actual fuck? I turn away in disgust, bile rising to the back of my throat. Memories, they were flooding back to my mind. Surfacing the murky water I tried to submerge them in all those years ago, for her. His fingers grip my chin, yanking me to look at him. He’s towering over me and every cell inside of me wants to reach out and kill him. He dangles his wounded wrist above my mouth, forcing me to lift my head upward. My muscles are twitching as I twist my head away. A growling hiss echoes around the room as Muzan viciously positions me forward again. I want to cry. I want to whimper. I can’t. Not if I ever want to see her again. 
“Fuck. You.” I sneer through squished cheeks. The demon in front of me slams his wrist down, lining it up with my half parted lips. 
“You will drink orrr,” His eyes are crazy, yearning for violence. “I’ll have to go kill that pretty wife of yours.” 
His blood seeps down my throat, a tickling sensation because I refuse to swallow it. It’s tangy, metallic, and awful. How dare it mix with the taste of her. “Smart choice.” The first drop reaches my gut and the urge to throw up almost overtakes me. “When I return, I hope you’ll be…” He shoves my chin away, causing my body to fall over on the ground. I hit the stone floor with a loud clack and the wind whooshes out of my mouth. My skin feels like it’s crawling with parasites. “Hungry.” He laughs before leaving me in the cold room. 
 A few months later
They’ve tied me down, mocked me, tortured me – and yet I still carry on. It’s her voice that keeps me sane as they force rotten flesh down my throat. I’m turning into something dangerous – vile. A demon. An experiment. A mixed breed between a demon and a slowly dwindling human consciousness. 
My love, my warmth, my beautiful petal. I’m fading. I wish I could kiss you one more time. A sick smile works its way onto my lips. Propose to you a million times over, wrapping your wedding vows around my neck. I wouldn’t last much longer – I was too weak in the end. 
Muzan visited me often, injecting me with concoctions he’d made in the lab. I’d been tamed by the damn upper moons. I wasn’t a demon, but I sure as hell wasn’t human any more either. I desperately clung to the vision of her in my mind, but her eyes – the ones I could stare into for eons – were slowly slipping away. 
I squeeze my eyes shut. At least I could still envision her sweet smile. If I couldn’t be her husband… I’d have to be her hell.
A couple weeks later
Who knew horns would get in the way? It almost makes me feel sorry, but I couldn’t really feel anything. I worm my way through the trees, grinning to myself that I’d become so strong even Kokushibo had gotten out of my way. After all, I was the only one that could complete this mission; eradicate the swordsmith village.
I suddenly stop, the wind carrying a familiar – nauseating – scent toward me. My mouth feels dry, but my chest tightens as if the heart that was once there yearns to flutter. I pull the nood further over my head, hiding from the sunlight beaming through the trees. The snow made everything blinding, but I could still see. I could still see you.
I swallow, freezing in my advance. What were you doing here? I feel sick and…hungry. My nose curls in a snarl as I take a step forward. In my mindless draw toward you I make a noise that makes you twirl around. 
My breath catches in my throat, a thrumming sensation building in my chest. “Hello?” You call out. 
Your voice. It washes over me in a blanket of what I had lost. In a blanket of what I still yearned for. I bring my forearm to my mouth, biting down so I don’t call back to you. Today was my birthday and the heavens put you before me. So I call out in that name I always did.
4 months later
I’d been watching you. I couldn’t leave your side – or at least that’s what I told myself. I sought after your company from miles away. I watched as Obanai hunted for me, his face ragged with lack of sleep. I boiled with jealousy as I saw you laugh with that bastard Giyu. Then in an unexpected twist, my brother cared for you. There was a little girl as well – you loved her. 
I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I loved you. I love you. Hunger. Hungry. I slip into the shadows. A while later I hear yelling. Your voice. I’d become addicted to the sound of it. Even in this state. 
“Wait Momo!” You sound worried. I grin to myself. I always knew you so well. I could tell by the slightest inflection in your voice what you were feeling. 
“You killed papa,” A tiny voice huffs. I turn, taking in the panting sight of the little girl – Momo. She’s dragging your nichirin daggers behind her tiny body. I killed her papa? Yeah… I guess I did. I feel a pang of what a human might call guilt, but it's swallowed by the sudden urge to slay this small child. My mind goes blank as the largely demon part of me pushes what little human thoughts I had left down…down…down.
I can taste blood. It’s a glorious snap of bones. I crave the syrupy sweetness of innocence. My body shifts, feeling something sticking out of my thigh. One of your daggers the girl had stabbed me with while she screamed your name. Her blood drips down my jaw now. That sickening smell assaults my nose again and before I have time to react I hear a thump against the ground. 
I know it’s you. I can smell you. I love you. I love you. I love you. I’m so hungry. I turn my gaze away from the corpse in front of me. You’ve fallen to your knees, sobs choking your next breath. My arm twitches. “S-Sanemi?” You weep out and my name has never sounded so melodic. I could kiss you. You were here. For me.
Your scent fills my head, but for whatever reason I can smell my own scent as well… my human scent. My gaze drops to your stomach where a very obvious bump rounds your yukata. How had I not picked up on this yet? You were pregnant? With whose… then it dawns on me. 
Mine. You were pregnant with my offspring. A twinge of pride courses through my veins. I can feel three souls interlocked. Twins aye? I bring my gaze back to your trembling one. A boy and a girl. I want to ask you what names you have picked out. 
A low rumble echoes out of my chest as I move toward you. I want to wipe away your tears. I want to be your husband… “Petal.” I sneer, reaching toward your cheek to collect the steady stream of tears. Blood mixes with your sorrow. You slap my hand away, face morphing into anger. You scramble away from me. 
Yes, I wanted to be your husband…but I was your monster.
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Fate is a cruel mistress to have my body warm with recognition. My husband…my monster. What happened to him? Your eyes fall to Momo’s crumbled body again and the wash of grief carries you to your feet, scrambling away from the scene. “Petal, my love?” 
Your body recoils at the swallowed sound of his words. The fangs protruding from his mouth mumble his speech. “Get away from me.” You pant. His head tilts. “Get away from me!” You scream. There’s a collective breeze that blasts past you as Obanai appears next to you, Giyu not too far behind him. You feel like sobbing all over again. 
Obanai’s face is contorted in confusion and his arms shake with unbridled anger. “Sanemi?” He calls out. Giyu’s head whips to stare at the demon before all three of you. 
Sanemi scoffs, standing up from his position on the ground. “Was I so easy to replace?” He coos maliciously. “You spread your legs for every Hashira?” He chuckles, moving behind Momo’s body. Obanai and Giyu’s face fall as they realize what’s going on. 
HIs words hurt, but at this point you were too numb to even care what venom he’d spew at you. “Don’t talk to her like that.” Giyu commands, drawing his katana. Sanemi clicks his tongue, shaking his head. 
“Don’t you talk to her.” He growls, his eyes flashing a deeper crimson. “She’s mine.” 
“Yn! Get behind me!” Genya yells, appearing next to you. No, no, no, not Genya. This kept getting worse and worse. His eyes tremble as he stares at his big brother. A monster. 
Your back is pushed against a tree as Sanemi draws his own katana, beckoning the three men around him to attack. “Don’t you know it’s not okay to touch what isn’t yours?” He taunts. Obanai is the first to make a move. Swinging a gust of purple swirls toward the old wind Hashira. He deflects it was a sickening familiar green strike, twisting in the air like he’d taught you. Giyu rushes in, surging forward with his own water breathing style. 
It’s hard to make out what’s happening as the woods erupt in blue, green, and purple. Kaburamaru slicing away at Sanemi’s arms while Giyu cleanly attacked his abdomen. The dagger that was in his thigh slips away, clanging to the ground near Genya. 
He glances at you, his eyes easing into a sad smile as he picks up the weapon. “Genya…no.” You whisper, but he’s already gotten up. He turns on his heel, saluting you proudly before driving the dagger deep into his brother’s chest, pinning him to a tree. You gasp, seeing blood splurt out of Sanemi’s mouth. 
Genya and Obanai nod at each other. Together they intertwine their breathing, aiming for Sanemi’s demonic neck. Before they can make it, Sanemi uses his own breathing to send Genya flying against one of the trees next to you. “Oops,” He hums, turning his attention to the two Hashira still attacking. 
A scream builds in your throat, but nothing comes out. With trembling legs you rush toward when Genya’s bloodied body lays on the forest floor. “G-Genya.” You sob, collecting his bleeding head in your lap. His eyes are still smiling as he peers up at you. “No, no, no, no please. I can’t lose you too.” Your tears plip on his cheeks, mixing with the grim and plasma on his face. His hand limply finds yours. 
“You,” He coughs up blood, spitting it on the ground next to you. “Won’t.” He wheezes, squeezing your hand. Your face crumples into his hair, breathing in his comforting scent. 
You wouldn't lose the other one this easily. You couldn’t let another Shinazugawa die. You glance up, seeing Obanai and Giyu wearing thin as they war against the much stronger wind Hashira. You were useless and your soul felt like it was wilting. 
You had to do something. Something. Anything. “Sanemi.” You say, but the name is barely above a whisper. All the memories of what you had lost and everything you’d gained build enough pressure in your chest. “SANEMI!” 
Your scream gains his attention just long enough for Giyu and Obanai get him against a tree again. Obanai flipping as he sends his blade toward Sanemi’s throat. You watch in horror as a single tear falls from Sanemi’s eye. You swear he mouths I love you before his head disconnects in a straining last few moments. The kiss of sunrise blinks through the tops of the trees and it’s over. Everything is over. 
A month later
“I still can’t believe you didn’t name one after me.” Genya huffs, groaning as he shifts in his cot. You grin, smiling down at the bundle of innocence in your arms. Shinobu treds next to you, gazing down at the baby in her arms as well. 
A glaze of warmth is over her eyes. “I still can’t believe you came back…” She trails off, patting the cheek of your son with the pad of her pointer finger. You lean your head on her side, smiling up at her. 
“But I’m glad I did. There’s no better place to raise them than here.” You say, the feeling in your chest blossoming when Obanai and Giyu walk through the door. “Hey guys!” You greet, rising from your chair. Obanai stays near the doorway, but Giyu opens his arms as he walks toward you, taking your little girl out of your arms. “Is everyone on the way?” You ask, eyeing Obanai. He nods curtly, his face lighting up every so slightly when Shinobu shows him your son. 
You help Genya to his feet, guiding him the short distance to headquarters. The other three follow behind you, chatting and cooing with the babies. “Do you think you’re going to be alright?” Genya mutters, looking at you with concern lining his face. You nod your head, a sad smile lifting your lips. 
“I will be now.” The April spring wind blows a lovely flowering scent toward your group. You bask in the sunlight as you walk the rest of the path. “Hey guys, could you give me a minute?” You suddenly ask, an overwhelming feeling calling out to you. 
Shinobu gives you a worried look but then nods slowly. “We’ll meet you there, okay?” She says and within a moment the group has disappeared around the estate house. You turn on your heel toward the wisteria tree, still standing sturdily in the back garden. 
A deep breath brings the smell of blossoms through your body. “Jinya looks just like you and Momo has your attitude.” You laugh, gazing up at the hanging petals. “I miss you Sanemi.” You whisper. A gust of wind carries a few dancing petals toward you and your heart warms. “I love you so much.”
I love you too, petal.
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bloggingboutburgers · 2 days ago
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Hiya! I somewhat recently started to understand that I’m Asexual and I’m still sort of.. coming to terms with it for lack of better words?
Do you have any advice for someone who’s still trying to come to truly accept themselves? Any advice for how to deal with all the questions people ask and how to sort of navigate the world as an Asexual person?
Thanks in advance :)
Hi! I'm so so sorry for the late reply, I hope you get to see it either way TwT
First off, congrats for making progress on your journey of self-discovery, that's always such an achievement and you deserve praise for it!
Second, hmm... To be honest, I've always been very aggressively self-accepting of my asexuality, so I'm not the best person to ask, probably TwT I guess because I was bullied as a kid, it'd kinda been drilled into my brain that people probably wouldn't accept me most of the time anyway and I had no one to count on but ultimately myself for self-affirmation. In a messed up way, it fucked me up, but it also... Helped kinda? On this specific point at least.
I will say though – your wellbeing comes first, so whether you answer people's questions, or whether you elaborate on your orientation to people is your choice based on what feels best for your wellbeing. I know some people prefer not to elaborate on it because it can be a headache dealing with questions, and I know that for people like me speaking up is better than the alternative because being silent about it doesn't feel right. And it can vary depending on whichever person you have in front of you. So please never feel bad whatever you decide, whether it's to speak up about it or remain discreet or downright silent. You gotta take care of yourself first and foremost.
Other than that, there's a bit of advice I've shared here before that might possibly help a bit? I hope. I don't know. But hopefully it can be a start. Either way, very sorry again for the late reply and I wish you all the best in your life, sincerely!
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masters-of-void · 3 hours ago
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woe, midnight anyu/aoi breakup & introspection upon u. i may add this to a drabble covering their whole one-month relationship but i just wanted to post some writing now cause i been so busy with it 🥲
xX GLIMMER Xx hey, can we talk? Driftin' Sure. Everything okay? xX GLIMMER Xx um. so listen, there isn't an easy way to say this, but I've been thinking. I hate to bring it up when things were going so well, but I think we'll do best as just friends Driftin' Oh. xX GLIMMER Xx I'm sorry Driftin' Was it something I did? xX GLIMMER Xx no not at all! it's me, I promise do u have that turn of phrase in the future? "it's not u, it's me"? Driftin' I... wouldn't know. xX GLIMMER Xx gosh okay look, ur AMAZING and I'm probably being REALLY stupid here. I'm just not ready like I thought I was. it's not fair to u to be expecting "Arthurisms" one way or another when ur just trying to be urself with me I don't want to string u along Driftin' Aoi, you don't owe me an explanation. xX GLIMMER Xx no, I do. u've been nothing but sweet and understanding. I can't tell u how much that means to me so again, I'm sorry. I truly did enjoy our time together Driftin' Yeah. Same here. Thank you for it. xX GLIMMER Xx ur gonna make someone really happy one day ^_^ friends? Driftin' Always. xX GLIMMER Xx ( っ˶´ ˘ `)っ xX GLIMMER Xx went offline
Drifter stared at the screen, unsure of what he felt. His gut instinct was to default to 'nothing,' so he knew that had to be wrong. There was definitely something he needed to feel about this.
Glimmer went offline.
He read the tag over again once. Twice.
It was a firm rejection. A...new experience for him, at least in this context, and it stung. Bitterly.
She'd said offhand a few days before he asked her out to go talk to Lettie if he ever went through a breakup, when he'd been curious about their friendship. She'd regaled him with the tale of how Lettie had helped her settle her feelings about ending her last relationship. That there was no one better besides, well, Aoi herself, if he also...had the opportunity to want help with that.
Well, they hadn't told anyone they were seeing each other. It was too early and "complicated because of Arthur and this whole situation," so they just didn't bother. Not until they were sure. Hmm.
It seemed she'd decided what she was sure of.
Eleanor probably knew, but it was so casual and now short-lived that it hardly seemed appropriate to talk to her or anyone about how 'heartbroken' he must be. Nope, this was a little thing. He could handle it on his own.
But digging deeper, he found...relief? Like a weight lifting he didn't notice was there before.
Her cheerful personality was what drew him to her almost from the start. Everything about her was a bright spark of color in the ancient gray of his life, and he'd reasoned after Kalymos gave him a second chance on that first New Years night that maybe this was it.
Maybe this is what I've been waiting for.
She was brilliant. Beautiful. A glimmering star to marvel at, just like her KIM handle implied. She'd said yes. And he thought he'd never felt so happy in his life when she did.
She obviously had an inner world she'd decided she couldn't trust him with, at least for now, so cutting him loose was a favor in some way. If she were only happy all the time and never let him look under the surface, then he'd just fall into another spiral trying to draw her true self out of her.
But if he were honest with himself, sometimes it seemed like her happiness was a mask she put on, even after they'd talked about it. And that reminded him far too uncomfortably of Mathila.
He loved Aoi's joy, that she wanted to share it with the world, with him, but if she also used it to shut him out, what could he do?
He was very acquainted with how that always turned out, and he still didn't know what he was supposed to do about it -- to stop someone from turning into a great murderous Orowyrm when faced with the part of themselves they didn't want to change. It was something he'd need to learn before he tried again, and he simply counted himself lucky that she pulled the plug before it got that far. Maybe she'd seen it coming already.
And how exactly would he 'try again'? Would he reset the loop and go about their relationship differently?
No, he probably shouldn't. That was a power he reserved only for fixing the mistakes he'd made alone, and it sounded like part of Aoi's decision was because of things that had nothing to do with him. He wouldn't rob her of her free will like that. He'd have to find another way to fight the Indifference then.
He stopped short on that thought.
Ah, maybe that's what he did wrong. What she wasn't telling him.
If it wasn't about her, then it wasn't for her either. And maybe she'd picked up on that from him. So this did indeed circle back to being his fault, but that wasn't her problem.
As much as he wanted to indulge in these feelings normal people got to have for each other, maybe he wasn't ready either. If it was even in the cards for him at all, he knew that if he were to have a relationship with someone, it needed to be completely real. Both parties had to be, regardless of what the void planned for their world.
No masks, no tangential intentions, nothing that would put his mind and soul separate from the person he loved. He couldn't do it otherwise.
It was a strange sensation, to be ashamed, relieved, and hurting all at the same time.
He sat there, hands in his lap, meditating on it, adapting it to his psyche to hold onto when-- if, IF the loop here turned gray.
Eventually, he caught himself tracing his thumbnail over his lip absently. Enough time had passed that the screen went dark, snapping him out of the meditation. He shook the mouse to power down his computer properly and read the tag one last time.
Glimmer went offline.
Shit. He was going to miss her kisses.
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forgettable-au · 6 months ago
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I love it when you guys like all of my posts but sometimes you'll get to the veryyy old stuff and it's so embarrassing cause my art looked SO different and also THE STORY WAS SOO DIFFERENT (I retconned lot of stuff at some point)
But also I'm so glad this comic is finally being posted and seeing old posts getting attention reminds me of how much I've progressed ♡ so that's nice
Still embarrassing ...
But very nice♡ glad to see new people finding this au everyday
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crossbackpoke-check · 18 days ago
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blessed be (lorscher bienensegen) | telling the bees (wiþ ymbe)
"Bees" [remixed, abridged], Claudia Emerson // "Letter to Someone Living Fifty Years from Now" [remixed. abridged], Matthew Olzmann // "Letter to my Great, Great Grandchild" [remixed, abridged], J.P. Grasser | Len Redkole, Nina Weiss, Brian Babineau, Christian Peterson, Mitchell Leff, Dave Isaac, Megan DeRuchie
#liv in the replies#if i were insane there would be an appendix to this called telling the bees however i finished this at 3am yesterday its nearly midnight &#my cutoff is when my ahl asg stream cuts. GOD by now i should know when i save a poem like hmm. not applicable but god it'd be perfect#THAT'S A CURSE. DON'T PUT IT IN THE DOCUMENT. DON'T SAVE IT. FORGET YOU READ IT. IT'S A CURSE!! <- things i should've told myself when i#went to read bees was already like 👀 &then the first line was FUCKING CLAUDE!!!!! anyway. sorry also this is like. insanely long but ALSO#regarding mf claude. the first picture is a leftover from the claude edit i made years ago so that feels GREAT and BEAUTIFUL & also for me#as ever y'all will be getting a full breakdown. starting with what i regularly have a breakdown about every time i see it which is joelle's#james 1:12 tattoo which if u use the king james version (gay) is blessed is he who perseveres under trial because having stood the test he#will receive the crown of life the lord has promised to those who love him. which i always go blessed is he who perseveres // for those who#love him. and that's joel. ignoring him getting it then getting sent down on his birthday IGNORING IT. also we know the frosty/maple leafs#hahaha fuck the flyers lore right? good. that's morgan and his dad also bc i love a baby picture & it was perfect. also the dave isaac pic#next was in an article talking about morgan 'stung' by draft camp. shut UP. i have an alt for tells him with claude and ALSO hate the#elephant w/phil bc myesie u fuckin leaf-eater (giraffe) but i love the composition of that jake shot & had to use it (it was also almost#tells him) with thylacine jakey frog nolan also raff the extinct whale bc i needed him here. if my editing on incapable of joy is bad no on#tell me i did some SHENANIGANS to put morgan in there & color-pick/alter his jersey. new skill. i think euphoria is one of my favorite for#the sake of pride night but ALSO that polaroid kills me very time &they're so stoners contemplate the universe but ALSO i love transcendenc#so that whole three photo string i think is my favorite. and i was in looking at these like listen okay it's okay there are only so many#photos in the world. you can repeat from others you've seen before. except ALSO there's so many of these freaks together do you separate#and every time i was like there can't be more there was more. don't ask the number of back-ups for the sweetest blossom/pinch/ruffle sets#okay also the ready to be stung one was a surprise favorite fit for me because i love that line but wasn't sure how to convey it? so it's o#i think with how morgan's face is and the almost of it all. yes joel hardest trier is in there purely for me i do have an alt but. how coul#u doubt him. insert sasha's tweet abt how much joel loves philly but all his quotes have been abt being excited for morgan to have a fresh#start. AND NOT EVEN TWO MINUTES IN CALGARY AND YOU'RE STILL INSEPARABLE god i literally googled frost farabee calgary to find the last#blessed [because. heard but not seen you know of everyone traded but you went together. not seen. (which ties into the terrible appendix)]#and IT DIDN'T EVEN TAKE ME TWO MINUTES TO FIND THAT!!! WHAT DO YOU MEANNN anyway. sorry again it's so long & also i will be vanishing a wee#& a half after posting [redacted] is kicking my ass & im doing [redacted fun things WAIT ACTUALLY U CAN KNOW ONE i'm seeing hippo campus]#morgan frost#joel farabee#philadelphia flyers#calgary flames
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onionowt · 9 months ago
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NEW ALTS IN POKEMAS ARE SO COOL I needed to sketch Cheren
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Bianca is here too!!
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vodka-and-ocs · 5 months ago
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@xylo-phone @artchixs @reqfi
@pinkramiel @sadmages @art-in-progressosoup
@sketchmre @nessa-rpgs @hpkn
@the-mighty-glow-cloud @yarrow-leaf @st-rbiter
i hope i got all the names and urls right.... also if you don't follow my art blog you are probably mutuals with my main blog @ dirt-juice.... and if not then i have made a mistake 💀 sorry
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egginfroggin · 2 months ago
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Unsettling possession art was inevitable, let's be honest, I'm surprised it took me this long to post any
Shiny ink woooooooooo
Delightful artist @modmad's old inktober art is what implanted the idea of shimmery gold-eyed Bipper in my head, and I encourage you to go look at their stuff! It's incredible, and very, very shaped!!
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ligerzeroschneider · 3 months ago
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Zoids News (As of Nov 13th)
RMZ Saber Tiger Schwalz Special announced and up for preorder!
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RMZ release Schedule:
RMZ-001 Blade Liger - Feb 2025
RMZ-002 Geno Saurer - Feb 2025
RMZ-003 Command Wolf - Mar 2025
RMZ-004 Helcat - April 2025
RMZ-005 Molga - April 2025
RMZ-006 Saber Tiger Schwarz Special - Jun 2025
Our first look at the Metamor Verse series:
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"Sturm Unit" and a "Jagd Unit" Are being planned for the Adamus Machina AMZ-001 Berserk Furher figure.
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Advanced Zi series AZ-09 Geno Saurer Painted prototype:
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AZ-07 Death Saurer releases this month!
AZ-08 Molga is set to release Feb 2025
Upcoming HMM Zoids releases:
HMM Gurantula (Kotobukiya Shop Exclusive) - Dec 2024
HMM Heavy Arms Konig Wolf (Exclusive) - Jan 2025
HMM Storm Sworder - Feb 2025
HMM Dark Horn MPV - Mar 2025
HMM Guysack Former Republic ver. (Exclusive) - April 2025
HMM Reddra Zenebus Empire Ver. - April 2025
HMM Redler Guylos Empire ver. - May 2025
HMM Sturm Tyrann Berserk Unit set (Exclusive) - May 2025
HMM Godos MPV - Jun 2025
Note: Kotobukiya Shop exclusives are available from Kotobukiya's online shop (JP only at this time), however some international sellers may offer them as well.
And we got our first look at the HMM Salamander prototype!
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Sources:
Kotobukiya Product List | Zoids Official twitter |
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kwillow · 8 months ago
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I alluded to this fact in a previous question about Theo's preferences for companions: it really depends.
Read more because this got long... tl;dr: IT WOULD REQUIRE A LOT OF SQUEEZIN' AND THE JUICE WOULDN'T BE WORTH IT TO ANYONE IN-UNIVERSE WHO WOULD HAVE TO DEAL WITH HIM EVERY DAY.
Someone could exist who could, in theory, get along with him perfectly and be his ideal man/woman (which again, he doesn't even really know what that would be, so he wouldn't know it when he saw it), and they could start off on the wrong foot with him, set off a tantrum spiral and never recover his esteem for the rest of his life.
Even if someone who could be compatible with him was able to pick their way through the bear traps of his mind and get close to him, that doesn't necessarily mean anything would come of it. He can get infatuated easily, experience flickers of attraction - but he would much rather ignore those feelings than act on them in any way beyond just trying to be a good and loyal friend and benefactor.
And then, even if someone got close to him, and he was infatuated with them AND recognized those emotions for what they are (a big ask in and of itself), he STILL would not want to enter a romance because that would change the nature of the relationship, he doesn't know what to do in a relationship, and he wouldn't want to entrap someone in a relationship with him (Gods, the horror) or suffer the travails and indignities of romance because all his experiences tell him that eros is a corrupting force and always ends really, really badly.
So one could ask him to start a relationship, and the absolute best result would probably be a polite and firm decline with some blathering about the nobility of "unrequited courtly devotion," with the more typical result being a meltdown.
Effectively, one would have to stay close to him for actual years in close proximity without leaving for greener pastures than him (which one should) and maybe, maaaaaybe if the right mental dominos fall he could conceivably think of entering a relationship. Except in Amaranthine, he'd only want to do that with a childbearing woman because he feels he needs to have children to continue his withered, hollow excuse of a family tree. AND THAT WOULD START A WHOLE OTHER SAGA. ALL THAT ABOVE WAS JUST GETTING TO FIRST BASE, LET'S NOT EVEN GET INTO WHAT IT'D TAKE TO GET ALL THE WAY TO FOURTH. Anyone not able to produce more Norths would have a whole 'nother endurance test to slog through to work through his issues about debt to his family and legacy and all that nonsense. And would either path be worth it to someone? Performing years worth of informal therapy (not real therapy, he hates doctors!) on a messed-up guy just to get him to maybe agree to go out with you? Probably not!
To bring it back to the beginning, despite all I've written here, it all depends. I don't think I can write a rulebook or point-by-point guide for "how to get Theo to agree to date another imaginary person" because in the end, he is a fictional character and he is more beholden to what would be interesting for my partner and I to write and draw versus anything else. And it would depend on the setting, the characters involved, the circumstances that befall them, myriad little factors that could influence what feels natural for him to do. Maybe there could be an interesting story we come up with where he falls irrationally head-over-heels for someone and proposes the same day. He could also spurn all companionship and focus his attention on other pursuits.
So... if anyone is expecting any sweet blossoming love stories to come to fruition within Theo’s story in Amaranthine… the odds aren't good. I don’t have much interest in writing “romance” as a genre, only incredibly dysfunctional relationships as a vehicle to cause strife and comedy in fucked-up weirdos' lives.
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