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Slasher Reaction When You're Not Interested In Sex
Warnings: +18 content, manipulation, obsession, unhealthy relationships, dark content, there is a hint of non-con in Art the Clown and Alex DeLarge (are you surprised?), angst, mentions of infidelity in some.
Characters: Michael Myers, Chucky, Billy Loomis, Stu Macher, Patrick Bateman, Hannibal Lecter, Vincent Sinclair, Jason Voorhees, Leatherface, Art The Clown, Jason Dean, Alex DeLarge, Kurt Kunkle, Brahms.
Michael Myers
Does he really care about that stuff? I feel like you'd have to actively provoke him to get him interested in having sex with you. If you don't bring out that side of him, he won't care. Seriously, he doesn't care. It's quite likely that he won't even care whether or not you want to have sex. He'd rather have you have a bad side that you can't control, something that makes you more like him than anyone else. He'll enjoy that badness and chaos. Sex takes a backseat.
Chucky (Human Version)
I honestly don't think it would work. However, if he really wants to keep you for himself, you'll have to agree to let him have sex with other people. In that case, I think it would work. He'll try to convince you anyway, but he won't force you if you say no. But you'll probably fight, because he'll think it's personal and that you have something against him, and then you'll have an argument that escalates and you'll end your relationship in the worst way. After that they'll get back together and then break up again. And so on. Although, if we're being honest, that scenario is going to happen either way (Chucky is toxic).
Billy Loomis
Okay, he will. But he'll be very manipulative; he'll push you all the time about it, and it'll be much worse if you know he's Ghostface since he might threaten you, and his manipulations will be much worse than if he was pretending to be a good boyfriend. I think you'd eventually agree, but he'll get used to you giving it to him, and it'll be much worse when you say no. I think he wouldn't force you physically, but he'll pretty much use psychological manipulation to get you to do what he wants from you, which is still forcing.
Stu Macher
If you're just another low-level conquest, he'll cheat on you or leave you for someone else. If you're someone special, he'll stick with you even though he gets frustrated. He could be very loyal if you push his weaknesses correctly without Billy finding out. He will insist that you have sex with him in a silly way, acting innocent and playful, but you will be able to see his disappointed and upset face when you say no. However, if you play your cards right, I think he might continue with you without cheating on you; but you have to manipulate him, which will make your relationship even more toxic, but at this pointâŠwho cares?
Patrick Bateman
Tough scenario for you. If he thinks you are a person worthy of him, but you just happen not to want to have sex as often as he does, he will overlook that little flaw of yours. However, that doesn't mean it will be good. He wants you to admire him, to be the center of his life, to moan his name loud enough for everyone to hear. If he doesn't feel that way in the sexual realm as well, he will end up cheating on you with other people, but he will keep you by his side selfishly.
Hannibal Lecter
He doesn't care. Just give him control over you in all the other areas of your life. Give him the pleasure of watching you break down to the point of questioning your own morals and life choices. Make him play with your mind and show him your reactions. Tell him everything that happens to you so he can see if he can use it in some way. Give him a challenge and keep him entertained with your conversations. Provide him with a context that leaves him in euphoria and maximum exaltation. If you can do thatâŠwho needs sex?
Vincent Sinclair
He will be slightly disappointed, but he will respect you. He will not treat you differently or anything like that. He will not cheat on you or betray you in any way either. He will be very frustrated if Bo finds out and starts bothering him, but it is nothing he cannot handle. Other than that, I don't see any other problems. He cares more about your loyalty and that you follow the orders imposed on you. That's all.
Jason Voorhees
The best scenario for him. It will be much better if you do not want to have sex ever. He likes not having to fight those instincts that disturb him greatly. It's not even going to be brought up; just tell him you're not interested, and the subject will be forgotten as if it never even existed. This doesn't change your relationship at all. In fact, I think it will be better, because for Jason you won't be an unwanted temptation for him, so he won't have two opposing thoughts about you to deal with.
Leatherface
It's okay; he'll understand. He won't force you or anything like that. He won't treat you differently either. I don't think he cares about those things, if I'm honest. He's more focused on his family and loyalty. And that includes you too. He asks that you get along with his family and be okay with what they do. That you don't have a problem, basically.
Art the Clown
He doesn't care in the conventional way. But if he finds out that the subject is sensitive for you, he will use it against you. So it's best not to let it show or say anything to him, because this man is a fucking madman who enjoys other people's pain (you know that). If you don't say it, the subject will go unnoticed for a long time. If Art ever feels sexual desire towards you and wants to have sex with you, he will simply take you and use you. Seriously, he won't ask questions. He sees you as his toy.
Jason Dean
For him not to care, you would have to be crazy like him. In that case, he will overlook it, because he will believe that something as crude as sex does not have to hinder a love as perfect as yours. I think that at first he will feel personally offended by your refusal; he will try to explain to you that he feels rejected. If you explain it sincerely, he will understand and will not insist further. But he will use it against you in arguments to get you to give him more attention and spend more time with him, claiming that he does a lot of things for you.
Alex DeLarge
Uh⊠no. He wouldn't take you seriously if you didn't want to have sex as much as he does. He likes sex quite a bit; he's not going to give that up. I think he might keep you around if you like ultraviolence and enjoy it as much as he does. I don't think he'll leave behind a person to help him and follow his orders. But you two can't be a couple; it just wouldn't work. He'll actively try to provoke you into falling for it. In your case, it would be much more fun if you gave it to him consensually, because that would mean he has complete control over you and can make you do things he wants of your own free will. However, if he doesn't want you around him because he's not interested in you in any way other than sexually⊠then things get darker. We already know his tendencies.
Kurt Kunkle
If he doesn't feel rejected, he doesn't care. If he feels rejected, the relationship will be more toxic. He is manipulative and obsessive. He wants you to admire and love him; if he feels that you dislike him sexually, he will not force you, but he will be excessively controlling, and you will argue a lot. He uses it to victimize himself. There will come a point where he becomes a nuisance to you. On the other hand, if he does not feel rejected, that is fine; he will be toxic in other aspects of the relationship.
Brahms
He will take it personally, no matter what you tell him. He will manipulate you, and it will be emotionally draining for you. You will probably agree on several occasions to get him to shut up, or you will end up manipulating him with sex to obey you. He will obey you every time if you offer him sex. He would like to resist, but he is too hungry for contact and needs to feel the sensation.
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Unspoken Comfort [Tim Bradford Imagine]
Summary: Tim shows up at Y/N's place after she called in sick because of a breakup.
The morning had been quiet, almost eerily so. Y/N had woken up with a heavy heart, the realization of what had happened the night before still fresh in her mind. Sheâd spent most of the night staring at the ceiling, wondering if she had done the right thing. And when the sun finally came up, it didnât bring any sense of clarity. She had broken up with Alexâher boyfriend of the past yearâafter months of growing apart. The decision had been hard, emotionally draining. In the end, she knew it was the right choice. She couldnât keep pretending everything was okay when it wasnât.
Still, the pain lingered. Her chest felt tight, her body felt heavy, and the last thing she wanted to do was go into work and pretend like everything was fine. She couldn't focus on the job, not today. She needed time to heal, to think, to process. So, she did what she always did âtexted Tim.
âHey, I called in sick today. Broke up with Alex last night. Need some space.â
In the evening the doorbell rang, and for a moment, Y/N didnât move. She knew who it was. Sheâd been dreading this moment all day, but here it was. The knock, the familiar voice calling her name, like it always did. But today was different. Sheâd been lying on the couch in her worn-out pajamas, staring at the TV screen as if it might offer some solace. Her mind was heavy, heart aching from the mess her life felt likeâanother failed attempt at something sheâd wanted so badly, a relationship that had crumbled like the walls sheâd tried so hard to build around herself.
Tim wasnât supposed to be here. She hadnât asked for him to show up after his shift. Y/N dragged herself to the door and opened it slowly, her eyes heavy with exhaustion. She barely looked at him, just stood there, holding the door halfway open, as if trying to keep some kind of distance between them.
"Hey," Timâs voice was softer than usual, but he didnât push. He didnât ask her how she was, didnât make any comment about how messy she looked. Instead, he simply nodded toward the apartment, his eyes searching her face with a mixture of concern.
Without a word, Y/N stepped back and let him in, her movements slow, as if the weight of everything pressing on her made it hard to move. She didnât offer him a drink or a seatâshe didnât even tell him she was fine, though she knew he wouldnât believe it anyway.
Tim set his jacket on the back of the chair and moved toward the couch where she was curled up again. His steps were quiet, almost reverent, as though he was treading carefully around the fragile silence that filled the room.
âThe shift was kind of boring without you,â he said softly, sitting on the edge of the couch, not too close but close enough to be there if she needed him. Y/N didnât respond at first. She just let out a long, tired breath, her body sinking further into the couch cushions as if she wanted to disappear into them. Tim then didnât speak for a while. He just sat there, the silence between them stretching on, the only sound coming from the hum of the refrigerator in the kitchen and the faint noise of a sports game playing in the background.
After a few moments, Tim shifted slightly. He looked at her, and then without asking, he made the decision. Gently, he reached out, touching her shoulder, just the slightest pressure. Her breath hitched slightly, and for a second, she just lay there. Then, almost like her body finally surrendered, she rolled over, curling up against him. She didnât say anything, but the subtle way she leaned into him, the way her body melted into his, told him everything.
He didnât hesitate. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her in, careful not to disturb her too much, as if she were fragile. She was warm, soft, and it felt so natural, as if they had been doing this for years. The weight of her head against his chest, the way she fit perfectly against him, was something that felt comforting and safe. He leaned back slightly, making himself comfortable on the couch while she just⊠existed with him. They didnât speak for a long while, but he didnât mind. He was there, in the quiet, offering what little comfort he could. Her breathing started to slow as she settled deeper into his embrace, exhaustion taking over as she let herself be held. The sports game on the TV continued to play in the backgroundâsomething mundane, something mindless that didnât require either of them to engage. It was the perfect distraction, the kind of noise that didnât demand attention but was just enough to fill the silence between them. It was familiar, grounding, in a way that made everything feel just a little less heavy.
âThank you,â Y/N whispered, her voice so quiet that it could have been mistaken for a dream. She felt his chest rise and fall beneath her as he exhaled, her words hanging in the air for a moment. Tim pressed his cheek against the top of her head, the soft strands of her hair brushing against his face. âYou donât have to thank me,â he said quietly. âIâm here for as long as you want me to.â
She didnât say anything more. There was nothing else to say. Just the steady rhythm of their breathing, the sound of the game on TV, and the feeling of warmth that surrounded them both in that small space.
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"How could Vi not notice her sister is suicidal?!"
I feel like people who ask this question have a fundamentally immature understanding of depression and suicidal thoughts/actions, and how the two affect people OUTSIDE of the person suffering from these conditions. Perhaps you guys are young, and you don't know how to view this matter outside of yourselves and your own perception, but it is tragically common for people to miss seemingly "obvious" details that lead up to a loved one's suicide. "I didn't notice anything was wrong" is about one of the most common refrains you'll hear after the fact.
Letâs also remember that Vi does not actually know all of Jinx's emotional tells or signs of an impending episode. She is confused each and every time Jinx goes through one and almost always unintentionally triggers her. This because it's been SEVEN FUCKING YEARS since they've seen, spoken to, or lived together.
Neither Jinx or Vi actually know the current versions of each other very well, it's one of the reasons they keep hurting each other, and part of the tragedy of their relationship.
Look, I have depression. I've had it since I was about 15 or so. I can recall self-isolating or worse and assuming my parents or friends or a teacher would notice and rush to my aid or something.
Never happened. Because depression isn't always a very obvious condition. People mask in different ways, and not always with the conscious intention to hide their symptoms. Sometimes, people with depression mask simply because it makes it slightly easier to get through the day. Jinx's case would likely be even more difficult to spot because of the manic side of her condition.
I ended up getting the bulk of my care taken care of as an adult. Mostly because I could finally advocate for myself and I also realized that NO ONE is going to notice the more alarming symptoms of my own depression better than me.
This is not to say that you can't have a support network. Or that members of that support network WON'T spot something you've overlooked from time-to-time.
But Vi is not Jinx's support network. (Arguably Sevika is far better placed for that.) She might have gotten there eventually if Act 2 hadn't ended the way that it had, but that dream of the sisters being able to recreate their lost family was shattered and the progress they were making in getting to know each other halted at Jinx's realization that she needed to leave for Vi to move on.
I don't know, it's like some of you expect everyone in your lives or in other, unrelated media to have a 13 Reasons Why style reaction any time someone shows symptoms of suicidal thoughts or actions, or when one occurs. This is almost an absurd thing to expect out of anyone unfamiliar with what depression or suicidal thoughts actually look like. Like, if you're American, this idea that everyone everywhere is familiar with what a mental health crisis looks like is even more tragically farcical because we can't even admit that poor mental health is an aspect of mass shootings here as a society and culture.
And y'all expect the ex-con stuffed into a box since the age of 15 or so to be able to just instantly spot that her sister--again whose symptoms she's very obviously not familiar with--is going through a crisis event?
Like, damn, no one in this fandom is cut more slack than Jinx, and this entire criticism of Vi makes that more clear than any other. It's a position ironically devoid of any and all empathy, probably because y'all spent it all on Jinx, and assumes a sort of selfishness and coldness towards Vi that is in no way, shape, or form supported by canon.
It's honestly an argument that I dismiss entirely the moment a person attempts to make it. Largely because I am exhausted of how hypocritical this aspect of the famdom becomes towards Vi. Jinx's actions are a large part of the reason Vi sinks into alcoholism. She then proceeds to taunt Vi about it in the mines as if Vi's pain is nothing to her.
I NEVER hear anyone talk about that. It's almost always about how Vi should have done better. How Vi hurt Jinx. How Vi wasn't good enough.
It's some Grade A, Bonafide Bullshitâą
Vi and Jinx were never going to ride off into the sunset together. If that is something you thought was going to happen and are now irrationally blaming Vi for because you're disappointed....? I don't know what to tell you. I personally thought it was pretty obvious that they were Doomed Siblings in this storyline and any potential, permanent reconciliation between them may happen in some far off sequel project or not at all.
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ââAzul Ashengrotto x gn! reader
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á°.á 3rd Person POV, no pronouns used, unestablished relationship with reader, angst, hurt/no comfort
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Azul always knew you were kind.
Not just polite or charming, but truly, genuinely kind. The kind of person who greeted everyone by name, who asked how their day was and actually listened to the answer. The kind of person who saw past his sharp businessmanâs smile, his smooth-talking arrogance, and treated him as if he was worth more than just a contract.
But that was just how you were with everyone.
He told himself that, over and over again. That you were just friendly. That there was nothing special about the way you spoke to him, that he was foolish for thinking he meant anything more to you than the next student you happened to befriend.
So he waited.
Waited for a sign. For proof that you might see him the way he saw you. Because Azul Ashengrotto didnât take risks he couldnât afford to lose, and losing youâthe idea of you rejecting him, looking at him with pityâwas something he could never gamble on.
So he said nothing.
And in turn, neither did you.
You used to think Azul would be the one to confess first.
He was strategic, after allâalways had a plan, always thought five steps ahead. If he wanted something, he found a way to get it. And for a while, you let yourself believe that maybe, maybe, you were something he wanted, too.
You caught the way he lingered whenever you spoke, how his usually quick-witted tongue tripped over itself when you leaned a little too close. The way his gaze softened when he thought no one was looking.
You noticed it all. And it made your heart race, made your stomach twist in that agonizing, hopeful way.
But Azul never acted. Never said a word.
So, eventually, you convinced yourself you had imagined it.
That if he truly wanted you, he would have done something by now.
That maybe, despite the way you thought he looked at you, despite the way you wanted him to look at youâhe never actually felt the same.
But you had to be sure.
So you tested him.
"Azul, I need your help."
He looked up from his ledger, barely registering your words at first. He had spent the past hour going over the Loungeâs weekly earnings, making adjustments, analyzing profit marginsâbut all of that became meaningless the moment you stepped into his office.
You were smiling. You always smiled.
"Of course," he said smoothly, placing his pen down. "What can I do for you?"
You hesitated, shifting on your feet. That wasnât like you. You were usually so confident when asking him for favors, teasing him about his endless contracts and over-the-top business plans.
This time, though, you looked... nervous.
"I... well, you know Iâve been spending a lot of time withâ" you said a name. Azul barely heard it. His mind had already started ringing, a dull roar drowning out the sound of your voice.
No. No, no, no.
Not that name. Not them.
"I think I like them, Azul," you admitted, fingers gripping the hem of your uniform. "And IâI want to tell them. But I donât know how to do it without making a fool of myself."
Your heart was pounding. It was humiliating, really, standing here, asking him of all people for help with this.
Because you werenât just asking for advice. You were waiting. Watching.
For the slightest change in his expression. A flicker of somethingâanythingâthat might prove you hadnât been wrong.
That all those moments werenât just in your head.
That Azul wanted you.
But Azul didnât react.
He blinked once, his expression unreadable, and thenâhe smiled.
The same careful, practiced smile you had seen him use a hundred times before.
"I see," he said, voice perfectly even. "Well, that is quite the dilemma."
A laugh escaped youâlight, relieved. That was that, then.
It was never real, was it?
Azul had never liked you the way you liked him.
His throat closed up. His hands curled into fists beneath his desk.
Youâyou were asking him for advice on how to confess to someone else.
He shouldâve seen this coming. He did see this coming, deep down. But he had been too much of a coward to act. Too afraid of rejection to reach for the one thing he wanted more than anything.
And now?
Now you were asking him to help you love someone else.
He couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. Couldn't think.
"Azul?" Your voice was so soft, so sweet. So unfair.
He forced himself to smile. To laugh.
To play the part of the perfect, unaffected friend.
And when you beamed at him, oblivious, he knewâhe had already lost.
You had your answer.
It stung. More than you wanted to admit.
But at least now you knew.
At least now, you wouldnât spend another second waiting for something that was never going to come.
You smiled at Azul, one final test, but he didnât hesitate. He launched into his usual confident spiel, offering you advice like it was nothing. Like he wasnât crushing your chest with every word.
And for the first time, you really believed him.
Azul didnât want you.
Not like that.
And if that was the case, then maybe moving on really was the right choice.
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Second Chance at Love
Seishiro Nagi x Reader.
Bring Your Plus One Event
Invitation Details: You are invited as Seishiro Nagi's plus one. Too bad he's your ex, but what if you two can make it work. You never know until you try.
Warnings: Some angst (happy ending though), Reo drinks 1x of champagne, and some kissing.
You stare at the text message your ex-boyfriend of months sent you for at least five minutes. From what you have heard, there was a Valentines party coming up and the only way to enter was to bring someone with you.
As fun as it sounds, it doesn't help the fact that your ex-boyfriend, Seishiro Nagi, asked you. You both ended it off with no hard feelings, acting as friends instead of vengeful exes. One might say that your relationship with him did not change even after the break-up.
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Moments later, you were in the back seat of his car, wearing something simple. You didn't want to stand out and catch the eye of the paparazzi and the cruel insults of the media. You saw the horror stories of how it ended people's relationships, romantic and platonic. You didn't want to be next.
"We're here.", you look out the window. Damn. He really wasn't kidding. The team would have ripped him apart had he missed this.
As you were about to enter the building, you were greeted by Reo. "Nagi, you actually came! And you brought...", he pauses mid-sentence before giving you a hug. It was suffocating. You would have fell had it not been for Nagi catching you in time.
"Ah, Reo. I see you have not changed one bit.", you hug him back, a smile on your face as you do so.
"You're talking as if we haven't met in 10 years. Now let's get inside before the paparazzi make a scandal of us.", he jokes, releasing you from his arms before bringing the two of you inside. Nearly everyone was here. Everyone you knew so far at least.
Chigiri conversing with his hairdresser at the lounge, along with Karasu, which seems he had brought his manager. Otoya on the dance floor with two other women, and...Is that Chris Prince at the back? You can even see Isagi, his plant ahoge ever so present.
"So (Name), how have you been doing lately, haven't heard from you in a while?", Reo sat by the bar, a glass of champagne in his hand, "You went ghost on us, care to explain why?", taking a sip of the drink in his hand.
Before you could answer, Nagi interrupts you "They were busy with work.", he scratches the back of neck. He hasn't told Reo about the break up? Why?
"Work, huh? I mean, it does make sense since it's you. Always up and about.", he chuckled to himself, missing the look of confusion on your face directed at Nagi. He finishes drinking his champagne, placing the drink on the bar counter.
"Why don't you see the others and their partners, I'm sure they'd like to know how they have been doing these days!", Reo points to his teammates among the guests. You might as well.
For the next two hours you were dragged into conversing with everyone you knew. You learnt that Chigiri's sister, Koyuki, recently got engaged, and how apparently, the forever bachelor Oliver Aiku, was seeing someone. According to Sendo.
All was well, except for the fact Nagi was following you the whole time. If you went to the lounge, he was right behind you. The bathroom, he was just right outside the door. You wanted someone to hold your drink? Your drink magically appeared in his hands. He was acting like he was your boyfriend.
Well, he was your boyfriend. A few months ago anyway.
Eventually, your social battery was depleted and you sat on the couch. It was at the darkest corner of the room, making you almost invisible had it not been for the 6'3 white haired man beside you.
"You can play games on my phone, here.", Nagi handed you his phone. On the screen had a game you have been ignoring for months, not having time on your hands to actually play. Without a second thought, you took it. You looked at the bottom left corner. He still had your gaming account.
"Why do you still have my gaming account?"
"It was a hassle to delete it."
Oh. That makes sense. No, wait it doesn't!
You pause the game and turn to him. "You've been acting strange this whole night, you've been acting like my boyfriend. You didn't even tell Reo, your best friend, that we broke up!"
"You didn't correct me even after that."
"That's not the point Nagi-"
"Seishiro. Call me Seishiro, please."
He whispered, his head hanging low. You didn't help but feel guilty. You've never seen him like this. Saying his last name put a bitter taste in your mouth, more than you would like to admit.
"Was the break up really mutual?", you muttered, catching his attention. "I'm not sure about you, but not for me.", he scratches the back of his neck. You don't even know why you broke it off with him.
Your places itself on his knee, gently kneading with your fingers. "I listen to your playlist sometimes, and...I sometimes miss our cuddle sessions, despite how hot it gets." You lay your head on his shoulder. Like you did in the past.
"I like to grind your old gaming account, it's a hassle, but it feels worth it. I also sent flowers to your work in secret. I like seeing you smile whenever you receive them.", he stared at you before looking back at the floor.
"But why?"
"I wanted to be the better boyfriend than I was before we broke up."
Your body froze, "Sei, why would you think like that? You were always a good boyfriend to me. Something just happened, that led us to break up."
"And I don't want that to happen again. Call me selfish, but the main reason I invited you was so that we could be together again. Other than soccer and Reo's nagging, you are the next thing that has been on my mind."
"I'll be better, I'll try harder, even if-"
Without giving him a chance to finish, you take his face into your hands, "You're an idiot Sei.", squishing his cheeks. "You were always a good boyfriend, one that I never really expected."
You pinch the left side of face,"Remember the time I got sick?"
"I skipped practice that day, just so I could take care of you.", he replied, "I even made you a soup."
"It was a bit salty."
"You still drank it like a champ."
You laughed softly at his response. He sits up straight, bending his body slightly so you could still keep his face in your hands. "I wasn't a bad boyfriend?", he whispered. "No, you weren't."
You pressed your lips against his, your fingers moving up to his hair to feel how soft it is. He responds by kissing you back, like he always did. He missed this.
He missed you.
You part from each other, a smile across your face and pink dust across his. "Does that mean you'll take me back (Name)?"
"Do I have to kiss you again to answer that?"
"If it feels right by you."
You kiss him, again.
This took longer than expected, but I had fun.
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hot take maybe but actually i do expect my mom to comfort me and make me an ice cream sundae when iâm sad even when i get to 40 and sheâs 70. my grandma does that for her still. itâs not. limiting her. itâs not saying she only has to be my mommy. i have taken care of her too. itâs saying we love each other and want to take care of each other. mary struggling to be able to interact with grown up sam and dean was very very valid and understandable and i love her for it. she also couldâve maybe tried a little more anyway. they couldâve lent on each other. idk.
Yea i've said before that I think it's a bit outrageous the way people seem to think someone stops being a parent once their child reaches adulthood. Maybe it's a cultural thing, I don't know, but the whole idea of "once your kid turns 18 they're out the door and not your problem anymore" is so deeply flawed IMO. But yea I focus more on "debunking" the claim that Dean expects some sort of motherly coddling / babying from Mary because that seems to be the deancrit take I see the most with regards to this arc / the "i'm not just a mom" scene.
But for sure many people seem to have some weird ideas IMO about what it means to be a parent. Like I think you can feel for Mary and understand that parents can and are more than just parents, but also understand that they will never stop BEING a parent either. Their kids will always be their kids. It's why people always say being a parent is a full time job, not something to go into lightly, that you should be sure you actually want kids and understand that having them is a lifelong commitment etc etc. And having kids makes them become your priority, even when you want to be selfish you always have to try to put them first. Obviously that lessens as they grow up but like, if your adult child were injured or had some kind of health issue / challenges as a parent it's still your job to be there for them, to support them, to care for them. That doesn't just end at 18. It's why *I* know that even though I like the idea of kids I probably never will have any because it's so much responsibility and because those kids are always always going to come first, forever! That's kind of part of the parental "contract" IMO. And even when they're adults, a parent should still be the one person in the world your kid can turn to, rely on, seek comfort in.
And I understand these expectations are complicated in this particular narrative by the fact that Mary died young and is not equipped to be a mother to adults. I think that's such a delicious component that I wish they leaned into more. She is grieving her babies. She is allowed to feel those feelings and feel confused and unsure and struggle with accepting this new dynamic with her children. But a big part of Mary's arc in s12, which culminates in 12x22 with "I need you to see me" is that she is the one stuck in the past, needing to accept her reality and "SEE" her children for who they are now. That's what the arc is moving towards, that acceptance. And after s12 we see her and Dean have a better relationship. We see her still getting to be Mary the person AND Mary the "mom." She hunts, she comes and goes, but she's someone Dean can talk to, share a meal with, spend time together. It's what he always wanted most. He tells her in 14x11 that "just knowing you're around, that you're alive has meant everything to me."
Anyways, I won't ramble about all that again because I've made a bunch of posts about it already. But yes, I think it's normal for Dean (and Sam) to want Mary to comfort them, do nice things for them, the way any parent or really a family member in general might do. They are not asking for kisses on their boo-boos and getting tucked into bed with a bedtime story, which is how a lot of deancrit posts read. What they want is some sort of familial reciprocal care. Like the way Dean spends quality time with those he loves. The way he baked a cake for Jack. Cooks for his family. The way he gives people gifts. The way he fixes Cas's truck. The way he calls to check in on people. He doesn't do these things out of some obligation or playing some "role", he does them because he cares. Because he loves his family, and that's just what family does for each other.
Someone in my tags last night said it very well that what Dean really wanted was just, another family member, to spend time with, to share their joys and burdens with. Someone like Bobby, that he could turn to if he needed. Bobby was a parent figure but he wasn't "parenting" them, y'know? He was someone Dean could lean on, but he didn't expect Bobby to shoulder all his burdens. And I think that's what Dean wants most. Just someone he can lean on and rely on, since he's been having to be the strong one for everyone his whole life.
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Every week I walk in to the torment nexus and walk out with my heart broken in three places. What a fucking show.
Some interesting play with structure and framing this episode. At last week's conclusion Soyo was shown discovering Mortis, and the whole scene was framed in slasher movie tones. Here, now that she has a better idea of Mortis' whole, you know, thing, Mortis is instead framed as the angry, lost girl that she really is. I really enjoyed (and did not at all expect) Soyo actually playing along with Mortis' whole 'calling the doctor' bit, it shows a pretty deep empathy that I don't really know if we've seen the character express before? (It's been a while since I watched MyGO, so I may be forgetting something.) Also, she apparently spends 3 whole days sleeping over there trying to patch things up, which, while there's definitely a selfish aspect to her motive (she misses CRYCHiC too, after all), I think deserves serious real one points. I don't think I have the emotional stamina to spend 3 whole days consoling anyone about anything.
Full credit to Rana also, who can just intuit what's going on with Mortis and Mutsumi without even actually being told. (She doesn't actually go out of her way to help, though, and spends a decent amount of time this episode playing with cats. Rana remains this subseries' most mysterious character.) Mortis actually seems to develop a bit of a crush on her, and is that a twinge of jealousy I detect from Soyo about that fact? My god, what a relationship chart this series has.
I like Umiri's brief scene in this episode. Forever the eternal mercenary, she describes the breakup of Ave Mujica as though it happened around her and not to her. And yet when Ricky Taki calls her on this, she gets annoyed. Truly the "fake ass IDGF'er" meme in human form.
The first half of this episode, I must stress, is actually pretty light by this show's standards. So of course, there needs to be a breaking point somewhere. Here, that breaking point is between Mortis and Mutsumi, who stirs for the first time in a solid month only to find how awry things have gone in her absence. This isn't what she wanted, and Mortis is appalled to learn so. The two have an argument in headspace, which of course to anyone outside of the Mutsumi-Mortis system's own head just looks like an argument with herself, and she actually carries on so bad that she ends up tripping and falling in front of Live House Ring and making a huge scene, which of course a throng of anonymous busybodies are nearby to witness. It's SO much that it would come off as contrived if the show weren't so set on showing us how badly this is fucking over Mutsumi and Mortis. It's hard to watch.
There is something admirable about the show's complete lack of handholding with this kind of thing. This episode alone depicts multiple conflicts within a fully-realized mental space, a tug-of-war between Mortis and Mutsumi for their collective fate that is just profoundly sad to witness. I do wonder how legible this is to audiences who aren't plural. Part of me---literally part of me---is worried this series might be too ahead of its time for most audiences to properly appreciate.
(I've barely talked about Sakiko here and she is absolutely going through it up and down this episode. From the horrible, obviously untrue claims she makes about not caring about either band or even about Mutsumi, to the fucking folder of notes she's gotten from Tomori over the years, to the fact that she sadly looks for another one despite telling Tomori off for them last week. To. This fucking expression, just, god.)
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There's a mostly-lighthearted interlude with Nyamu (it remains really funny that her dark secret, compared to everyone else's, seems to just be that she's from the sticks), but even that is twinged with her finding out about Mortis and Mutsumi's public breakdown. The episode then ends with MyGO finding out about Sakiko's whole extremely fucking complicated family situation. Episode 7 is entitled "Post nubila Phoebus," "after the clouds, the Sun." In most other contexts that would be a shining beam of hope, and maybe it is here too, but I'm fairly sure things will get worse before they get better. (Recall, we still have no idea what's going on with Uika, just as one example, and she's the only character from either band who doesn't put in even a cursory appearance in this episode. Where is she!)
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A Wanted Exchange
When I first met Oren I would never have thought where I'd end up with this beautiful twink. We ran into each other at a club, a loud and hectic joint that had many sweaty, dancing bodies pressed up against one another in pinkish lights. I was there, carving out a space with my broad shoulders and muscular frame.
And there was Oren. He wasn't intimidated by me. He was bold, swooping right into my space, and then he was upon me. Grinding against me, I could feel his lithe body almost flowing around me like water. But there was an aggression there, almost like he wanted to throw his weight around, boss and bully me. All 120 pounds of his tiny body.
I was intoxicated right then and there. I wanted him. At first I thought it was just in the typical carnal fashion. But I realize now it was so much more.
I took him home of course. We tangled togther far longer than expected. He tried to push and pull me in ways his body and tiny muscles just could not handle. I was gentle. I have always been something of a gentle giant.
Growing up my father was a harsh one, and forced me to play football from 7, and all throughout the rest of my school career. Even in college, it was verboten that I quit. I remember coming out, well after finishing my degree mind you, and how he coiled back in disgust. I was his manly son, his juggernaut of an athlete. But inside I always wanted something else.
Which brings me back to Oren. Our hookup was not the end of our interaction. He found my gentle nature endearing, as I in turn found his domineering ways attractive. I so desperately wanted to submit to him, but our physical dynamic was just too skewed. I couldn't help but toss him around if I wasn't careful. And he hated being on the bottom, or receiving.
After weeks of trying, we realized we weren't truly happy. And in the breakdown of our disappointment, we both admitted what we wanted. He lamented his tiny, perfectly lithe body. I too bemoaned my broad, powerful body. It wasn't to say we weren't proud of ourselves, both being healthy young men. Rather, it was a sort of melancholy about not being able to experience what the other had, and admittedly - we were so envious of.
And so, when the advertisements for a scientific study came out, asking for willing subjects to try a new technology... we jumped at it. It seemed like something from a science fiction novel, but the way the doctors explained it we were properly convinced it was real.
They asked us many questions about our health, our relationship, and then what we wanted. Over the weeks we were subjected to different tests, they asked us the question we both were secretly hoping they'd put forward.
"What if this is permanent?" The nasal-voiced doctor had asked. I was alone, Oren being interviewed in a different room. I'd learn later he responded much the same as I had. But when I responded, it was an enthusiastic confirmation - that would be perfectly fine.
The day of the procedure came, and we were inserted into coffin like tubes, our heads covered in wires and such that looked like what one might use for a brain scan. I suppose that was part of the procedure, anyways. After the all clear was given, it took moments for me to black out. And in that time we were out, it was nothingness... a void.
But when I awoke, everything was ALIVE. I knew what to expect, understanding that I'd be groggy from the anesthetic. However, I pushed through the fog in my excitement. I needed to feel it all. Even before they opened the tube, I was feeling my arms, my chest, and then my face. Nothing prepares you for the sensations. There is no earthly equivalent to it... awakening in another persons body.
What followed was euphoric. Despite the initial hiccups, like learning that your brain still thinks you have limbs longer than this new body, or forgetting you are significantly lighter and weaker. Limitations that I never had before were daunting, at first. But then I came to love them. I was finally free to be the person I always felt inside. A man with a body more aptly described as pretty, and not rugged. With fingers soft and supple, unblemished by years of tackling and tossing a ball.
Oren felt the same, in reverse. We were hesitant at first to resume our relationship. It wasn't right away that we tried anything, sexually. But the first interactions were indicative of our blossoming romance. He would take my new, delicate face in his - my former - rough hands. Guiding my lips to his, where he almost hungrily kissed me. His bear hugs engulfed me, at times sweeping me off my feet. I was the willing waif, powerless to stop it, but desperately wanting it.
When we did finally return to the bed, entangled in one anothers embrace, there was a sort of epiphany. The realization that we got exactly what we wanted, and that looking back - albeit not much of an issue before - was perished. We did not need to even question it - I NEEDED to be Oren. And he needed to be me.
As for all the other details, since we began dating, we assimilated into one anothers lives. Our families and friends were never made aware of what transpired in that experiment. And save a few follow up interviews and information gathering sessions, the deal was sealed. Oren and I were never happier with our lives than now, when in truth... we weren't living our lives, but one anothers. How freeing it was for us to become the thing we always wanted. And through that, to find love. It was strange to kiss my former face, but knowing it was Oren behind those eyes, and happier for it, made it all too easy to love him.
I'm never going back.
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Scott | Pearl | Martyn | Cleo | Scar | Grian (You are here!)
Word Count: 5,408
Fandom: 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Charles | Grian & Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Charles | Grian & Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Charles | Grian & Scott Major | Smajor1995
Characters: Charles | Grian, Pearl | PearlescentMoon, Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, Scott Major | Smajor1995
Additional Tags: POV Second Person, Character Study, Only Winners Remember the 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series, Post-3rd Life SMP, Post-Last Life SMP, Post-Double Life SMP, Post-Secret Life SMP, Post-Wild Life SMP, oh boy this one goes through them all :DDD, Memory Alteration, 3rd Life | Last Life SMP Series-Typical Character Death, Charles | Grian-centric, Avian Charles | Grian, Canon-Typical Violence, Minor Charles | Grian/Ryan | GoodTimesWithScar, kinda. again its more implied than anything, so! read as either /r or /p either way works :D, Implied/Referenced Suicide, its the end of third life. but he DOES in fact do it. and it IS talked about, Grian and his relationship with memory, Hurt/Comfort, GUYS THERES ACTUAL COMFORT IN THIS ONE I PROMISE
Series: Part 6 of Life after Life (again and again and again)
Summary:
Youâre back. Youâre back home and youâre safe and youâre alive.
Youâre not in the desert and youâre not in your little panic bunker and youâre in your hobbit hole and youâre alive.
Your body doesnât feel right. The skin is too loose. Your muscles feel too weak. Itâs like someone ripped your soul from your body and couldnât quite figure out how to put it back.
You numbly stare at your hands.
~~~
Or, an exploration of Grian and the memories that he is forced to carry.
~~~
https://archiveofourown.org/works/62846907
Or read it under the cut :D
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There is no celebration when you win. Thereâs no applause as you hold your partner's broken body. No cheers as you push yourself up.Â
There is no one to reach out and scream your name as you step off the towering cliff.Â
There is only the ground rushing up to meet you.Â
And then there is only darkness.Â
~~~
Youâre back. Youâre back home and youâre safe and youâre alive.
Youâre not in the desert and youâre not in your little panic bunker and youâre in your hobbit hole and youâre alive.
Your body doesnât feel right. The skin is too loose. Your muscles feel too weak.Â
Itâs like someone ripped your soul from your body and couldnât quite figure out how to put it back.Â
You numbly stare at your hands.
Your hands.
Somethingâs wrong with your hands. You have no idea what it is but you know that somethingâs not right.Â
Theyâre still your hands obviously, but you canât shake the feeling that something isnât right as you stare at them.Â
âŠ
Your scars are gone. Theyâre gone.
You raise a hand to your face, feel the skin along your cheek. Nothing.
Every scar and mark and piece of evidence that you survived the past two months are just⊠gone.Â
You may not have liked them, but they were yours.
It feels wrong. Your body feels wrong, itâs broken, itâs completely disconnected from you and your breathing is speeding up and you know that you need to calm down but you canât because it was always Scar that would help you calm down from a panic attack but Scar isnât here right now becauseâ
Scar. Scar.
The name cuts through your panic like a knife.Â
Youâre back on Hermitcraft. Which means that Scar might be here.Â
Which meansâÂ
You need to find him.Â
~~~
Your flight to Scars base is far from graceful. Your landing even less so.Â
You canât bring yourself to care. Not when Scar could be alive. Not when he could be so close.Â
âScar!!!â You pound your fist against the door. âScar open the door!!!âÂ
No response. Shit.
This is taking too long. What if he isnât here? Or what if heâs injured and he isnât able to get to the door and he needs help andâ
The door creaks open.Â
Scar is standing in front of you. Heâs in front of you and heâs alive and his skin is warm and his eyes are green and he looks like he just woke up but heâs alive and you canât stop the sob that bubbles up from your throat as you launch yourself at him and hug him tightly.Â
Later, you will look back and chide yourself for being so blind. For not noticing how wrong everything feels.
But that is later. And now is now. And right now all you care about is the fact that heâs here with you.
He stumbles back slightly, but he hugs you back regardless. âWhoa! Whoa⊠hey, itâs ok, youâre okâŠâ
Itâs the same tone he used whenever you woke up screaming. Itâs warm. Itâs kind.
You pull back from the hug and grab his face so you can see it better.Â
He looks so different. His face is fuller, his hair is clean, most of the scars that you had spent so many weeks mapping out are gone, but itâs still so clearly him.
God. He looks so much better than he ever had back in the desert.Â
And his eyes⊠theyâre green. Not blood red or sickly yellow or even the violent green of someone who has never lost a life. Theyâre simply⊠dark green.Â
You think you might start crying again.Â
âUhhh, G? Not that Iâm not flattered or anything but⊠are you ok?â
Itâs such a ridiculous question, you want to laugh. Heâs really asking if youâre ok. As if heâs not the one that was just beaten to death by the person who had stayed by his side through everything.
âYour eyes are greenâŠâ is what you say instead, as though itâs the most obvious thing in the world.Â
âYesâŠ?â He looks confused. âAre they not supposed to beâŠ?â
You donât bother to hide the small huff of amusement. âNo⊠no, green is good. Green is very good.â
âGood! Thatâs good! Um⊠remind me why itâs good?â
Something dark starts to form in the back of your mind. You grip his face slightly tighter. âB-because it means theyâre not red.â
âRight, right, of course.â No recognition. âUh, why would they be red?â
Itâs like a bucket of ice water has been dumped on your head. You stumble backwards. You force yourself to look at him, to really look at him.Â
Oh. Oh god.Â
Youâre so stupid.
The way he holds himselfâ itâs all wrong. Itâs too relaxed, too gentle. Thereâs none of the harsh corners that had been carved out in the desert. None of the cruelty that had once lurked behind his gaze.Â
This isnât your Scar. He doesnât remember. He doesnât remember.
He doesnât remember the desert and he doesnât remember what youâve been through together and the world is crashing down around you and Scar is reaching out to grab you and your wings are unfurling out behind you as your face contorts into a snarl and Scar looks horrified and confused and youâ
You donât dare look back as you fly away.Â
~~~Â
Youâre the only one who remembers. Youâre the only one who remembers the hell that you went through.Â
Everyone that you mention it to asks you if youâre feeling ok. If youâve been sleeping enough. They ask you if youâve been having nightmares, or perhaps youâre feeling stressed? Have you considered taking some time off? Maybe you should take a vacation before everyone migrates to the new season, it might do you some good!
It doesnât take long for you to stop asking.Â
Maybe theyâre right. Maybe you really did make the whole thing up and it was nothing more than a dream. Itâs not like you have any proof. Even your skin contradicts your story.Â
All you have left are your own memories.Â
You really hope everyone else is right.Â
~~~Â
The hope doesnât make the nightmares go away. It doesnât stop you from waking up screaming or flying over to Scarâs base in the middle of the night just so you can make sure that his skin isnât grey and his eyes are green and that heâs safe.
It doesnât change the fact that it takes weeks for you to be able to talk to anyone without a hand on your sword. Or the fact that it takes even longer for you to be able to talk to Ren without feeling sick. Or the fact that you constantly have to remind yourself that you have wings that work, that they arenât just dead weight attached to your back.
But you hold onto the hope regardless. Youâre not sure what you would do without it.Â
~~~
Season seven ends and season eight begins. Youâre almost able to forget the entire thing ever happened.Â
Almost.Â
~~~~~
And then youâre pulled back in.
Youâre not sure if you want to laugh or cry. On one hand, this means that it was real. It was real. The two golden hearts on your arm are proof of that. Proof that you werenât losing your mind.Â
But on the other⊠youâre back. Youâre back.
You reach out and grasp the memory of home. You find it and you hold it tight.Â
You donât want to lose it again.Â
~~~
It doesnât hurt as much when you wake up in Boatem this time. Thereâs no crushing guilt, no desperate need to find someone and check that theyâre ok.Â
There is only the phantom ache in your gut of a respawn gone wrong.Â
Your injuries have been erased again. It feels just as strange and uncomfortable as it did the first time. Your skin doesnât feel like your own anymore.Â
Itâs going to take you a while to get used to it again. Â
You have no way of knowing who won. You were killed long before a victor was crowned.Â
You try not to think about it too much.Â
~~~
You find Pearl a few days later, sitting on the edge of the Boatem hole. Her feet dangle over the edge, over the gaping maw of certain death.Â
You have to stop yourself from reaching forward and pulling her back.Â
Sheâs fine, you tell yourself. Death is nothing more than an inconvenience here. You all sit there all the time. Sheâs fine.
She doesnât react when you come sit next to her.Â
âArenât you supposed to be on empires?â Thatâs what the Boatem group calendar had said at least.Â
Her face scrunches up. âDecided to come back early. Scott was acting weird.â
âWhat?â
âNot likeâ mean, weird, just⊠weird. I donât see him normally, but he keeps coming over and visiting. I heard someone say that heâs doing the same thing to Jimmy.â
You have a sinking feeling that you might know where this is going. âAnd?â
âHe keeps looking at me like Iâm already dead.â
~~~
<Grian> are you ok?
<Smajor1995> yeah, whatâs up?
<Grian> Pearl said youâre being clingy
<Smajor1995> oh
<Smajor1995> yeah, Iâm fine. Had a pretty bad nightmare a few days ago. Guess it freaked me out more than I realized.Â
The excuse would make you laugh if the circumstances were any different. Itâs the same one that youâve used over and over again. Normally, itâs enough to make people back off and stop asking questions.Â
Not this time.Â
<Grian> thatâs fair. I did the same thing last time
<Grian> I wouldnât let Scar out of my sight for a solid week after I woke up
You decide not to mention the way that you had panicked every time your communicator had buzzed with another death message. Or the way that you had rushed to his base so you could be there when he respawned. Or the crushing fear that he would wake up and his eyes would gleam red.Â
Scott doesnât respond for several minutes. You donât blame him.Â
<Smajor1995> why does no one else remember?
<Grian> I donât knowÂ
~~~
The two of you plan to meet up on a separate server. Thereâs so much to talk about, so much to piece through. Far too much to try and talk about through messages.Â
And then season eight falls apart, and youâre never given the chance.
~~~~~Â
Soulmates. Soulmates. Who in their right mind thought that soulmates was a good idea. Itâs ridiculous!Â
And the fact that youâre partnered up with Scar, of all people? Really?!
Not that you donât enjoy being around him. Quite the opposite, actually.Â
Thatâs the part that scares you.Â
Because you know yourself. You know that if you donât shut him out completely youâll latch on tight and never let go.Â
Just like the desert.Â
You canât go through that again. You canât.
Heâs going to think that you hate him.Â
Thatâs fine. Itâs not like heâll remember it.
~~~
Youâre not surprised when Scott shows up at your door. Youâre really not. The two of you still had to talk after all.Â
There had been an unspoken agreement between you that you wouldnât bring it up around the others. No use in inviting unwanted questions.  Â
What you are surprised by is the fact that he catches you as youâre sneaking out in the middle of the night.Â
He tries to ask you what youâre doing. You make up something about needing some fresh air.Â
Itâs obvious that he doesnât believe you. Thatâs fine. You donât really need him to.Â
You talk about nothing for a bit, both of you dancing around the subject. As if thatâll make it any easier to handle.Â
In the end, heâs the one to bring it up first.Â
âI sort of expected you to be a bit happier about all this.â
You furrow your brow in confusion. Happier? Why on earth would you be happy about this?
âYknow, being paired up with Scar, consideringâŠâ he waves his hand vaguely. âYknow.â
Oh. Thatâs what this is about. You can hear the light teasing in his voice, but youâre not exactly in the mood.Â
âRight. Considering how I got to kill him with my own two hands, Iâm absolutely thrilled.â
â⊠oh. Is that⊠is that what happened?â
âYeah.â You donât brother keeping the bitterness out of your voice.Â
âWere you the last two left?â
You glare at him. He seems to realize how stupid of a question it is.Â
âRight. Right, sorry. Um⊠have you tried talking to him about it?â
A startled laugh bursts free. âTalk to him? Really? Like how youâve talked to Jimmy? Or Pearl?â
Scott flinches like heâs been hit. You try to bring yourself to care.Â
But then you think of Pearl, abandoned and alone in her tower, and it doesnât quite work.Â
âIâ thatâs notââ
Heâs stepping away. Youâve backed him into a corner.Â
Good.
âNow if youâll excuse me, Iâd like to take my walk now.â
He doesnât try to stop you from walking away
~~~
Your ears are still ringing when you wake up. God. You hate wardens. You hate them so much. Theyâre big and loud and they smell.
Youâre such an idiot. Bringing a warden to the surface? Really? That was your grand plan? In what world was that going to end well?
Youâre glad that Scar isnât going to remember what happened. Heâd never let you live it down.Â
Your communicator buzzes, drawing your attention. Itâs a simple message, but reading it is enough to make your blood freeze in your veins.Â
<Smajor1995> Pearl won
Youâre out the door in an instant.Â
Flying is never easy right after you wake up. It always takes you time to get re-accustomed to having working wings.
Last time, you had given yourself a few days to recover before you tried to fly, and even then you had made sure to practice on your own.Â
You canât afford to give yourself that same luxury this time.Â
Because Pearl won and you had seen the way that she had unraveled in her tower on her own and oh god sheâs going to remember that for the rest of time.Â
Your landing isnât particularly graceful. You canât bring yourself to care. Not when Pearl remembers everything she went through.Â
âPearl? Pearl!!!â You bang your fist against the door. âPearl if you donât open the door in the next 10 seconds Iâm coming in!!â
A few moments of silence. You hit the door again. Â
Then she calls outâ
âYou really wanna take that risk?âÂ
âWhat?â
âThatâs a closed door that opens inwards. You have no way of knowing whatâs on the other side. You wanna take that risk?â
You desperately want to say that yes, of course youâll take that risk. Of course youâll walk through a shut door just so that you can make sure that sheâs ok.Â
The words die in your throat.Â
Sheâs bluffing. You know that sheâs bluffing. Thereâs no way that she would have had time to rig a trap.Â
But that doesnât change the fact that your hand freezes on the doorknob.Â
Because what if she isn't lying? What if sheâs telling the truth and there really is some horrific trap thatâll kill you the second you open the door?
Scar would never let you live it down if you get the both of you killed because you walked into a trap that you knew was there.
Exceptâ no. Scar isnât here. Youâre not tied to him anymore. Thereâs no marks on your arm telling you how many lives you have left.Â
Youâre fine.
You push open the door.
Thereâs no explosion. No potion or lava dropping from the sky, not even a weapon swinging down at your head.Â
Thereâs only Pearl. Clutching an axe and staring you down. Sheâs trembling.
Her eyes are narrowed in an expression that youâve grown far too used to over the past few weeks. You have no doubt that sheâll cut you down with that axe the second that you so much as breathe in the wrong direction.Â
You canât bring yourself to care. Because her eyes are blue again and the frostbite that had covered her fingers and legs is gone and the bright red jacket that she had shielded herself with is gone and sheâs ok. You donât think before you launch yourself at her, enveloping her in a hug.Â
Somewhere, in the back of your mind, you know full well how bad of an idea this is. You know full well just how easily she could cut open your stomach.Â
The rest of you couldnât care less. All that you care about is the fact that her cheeks are streaked with tears and you donât want her to go through this alone.Â
The axe falls to the ground. She wraps her arms around you. Her shoulders are trembling.Â
Later, she will tell you the full story of how she won. She will tell you about how Scott had looked her in the eye and decided her fate for her. You will watch as her face will contort with rage as she realizes the extent of the curse Scott has placed upon her.Â
You will watch as she storms out of the room, determined to find him and give him a piece of his mind. Â
But that is later. And now is now. And right now the only thing thatâs important is that you wrap her in your wings and hold her tight.
~~~~~Â
You try to take a different approach during the next game. You allow yourself to go along with the lighthearted jokes that Jimmy and Joel come up with.
It helps for a while. You manage to forget that youâre all going to kill each other eventually. You forget about the heavy weight of time pressing against your neck.
But all good things must come to an end. And all the laughter in the world isnât quite enough to drown out Jimmyâs scream as he falls to his death.
Itâs not quite enough to make you forget the way that Joel begs for just a few more minutes.
You donât even get to see him die.
You wonder how long theyâll haunt your nightmares.
~~~
<Smajor1995> martyn won
<Smajor1995> ill talk to him
At least itâs not you this time.
~~~Â
The next time you see Martyn, you can see the weight of his victory upon his skin. His smile is sharper than it was before, his eyes are more cruel.Â
Youâre not surprised. Itâs a change that you have seen before, and itâs a change you will see again.Â
You try not to think about it too hard.Â
~~~~~Â Â
This sucks. This really sucks. You canât remember the last time you felt so alone during one of these games.Â
Well. Youâre not technically alone, you have Etho and Cleo, but it feels⊠wrong. Itâs like thereâs a pane of glass between you and them.Â
You suppose thatâs what you get for joining so late.Â
You should probably be grateful. It could always be worse. Scar is living proof of that.Â
You canât help but feel bad for him.Â
Itâs fine, you remind yourself, itâs fine.
Itâs not like heâs going to remember.Â
~~~
Thirty minutes. Thatâs how long youâre given to recover from the game. Thirty minutes.
Maybe even less. You donât really know.Â
But now your communicator is open and you canât tear your eyes away from the message on it.Â
<PearlescentMoon> scar wonât wake up
You canât move. The world has frozen around you. Or perhaps nothing has changed. You donât know.Â
Your communicator buzzes again.Â
<PearlescentMoon> hello?
<PearlescentMoon> please donât tell me youâre also still asleep
<PearlescentMoon> I donât think I can handle that right nowÂ
<Grian> Iâm awake
<Grian> on my way
~~~
Youâve never thought about what happens to you during the games. All you know is that you spend nearly two months killing all of your friends, and then you wake back up in your bed with no one else even aware that you were missing.Â
Now, as you stare at Scarâs sleeping form, you really wish it had stayed that way.Â
Pearl had explained what happened when you arrived. She had explained how Scar had won.
Itâs a miracle you didnât start crying.Â
You donât know where she is now. With Gem and Impulse maybe? They were the ones that had been looking for her. She had wanted to stay by Scars side, but you had encouraged her to go. Youâd said something about how spending time with people who didnât remember would be good for her.
You both ignore how obvious the lie is.Â
She must have realized that you needed time to yourself. You can't help but be grateful she knows you so well.
You had broken down the moment she had left the room.
The games were bad. They were always bad. But the bad was supposed to be contained. It wasnât supposed to affect things out here, you were supposed to be able to move on.
Youâre not supposed to be sitting by your friend's side, unsure if heâs going to wake up.Â
No. No heâs going to wake up. He has to wake up.Â
You donât know what youâll do if he doesnât.Â
~~~
Pearlâs back. She looks a little better now.Â
That makes one of you at least.
~~~
âHeâs going to hate me when he wakes upâŠâ The admission cuts through the silence with ease.Â
âWhat do you mean?â
You open your mouth. Close it again. Try to figure out how on earth youâre going to explain this.Â
âI⊠How much have I told you about third life?â
And for the first time in nearly three years, you tell someone about the desert.Â
Pearl, to her credit, is a wonderful audience. She gives you her full attention, reacts in all the right places. She even teases you when your face turns red.Â
Itâs nice. Almost enough to make you pretend that you arenât describing one of the worst things that happened to you.Â
And then you reach the end. You tell her about the cactus ring. You tell her about the cliff.
âI didnât think I was going to wake upâŠâ you whisper. The realization sits heavy upon your heart.Â
The games always did that. They made you believe that each final death was permanent, that each time you took a red life, you were ensuring that your friend would never open their eyes again. It didnât matter how many times you had woken up on Hermitcraft afterwards or how much of the old games that you remembered. The guilt was always there. Always.
You donât think any of the winners had expected to wake up after all was said and done.
But the difference between them and you is that their deaths were all caused by an outside force. Yours? Yours had been a choice.
You can see the moment that Pearl comes to that same realization. She looks like sheâs going to cry.Â
You keep talking.Â
âBut then I did and no one else remembered.â You force yourself to take a deep breath. âI had to look him in the eye and realize that I was the only one who remembered what we had been through.â
You can see the moment that the pieces click together in her head.Â
âOhâŠâ She says softly, âThatâs why, in double life, youâŠâ
You think you might be crying too. âIt was easier than losing him again.â
âHe thought you were ashamed of him.â
âI know.âÂ
âHe thought you hated himâŠâÂ
âI knowâŠâÂ
Thereâs nothing else you can say.
~~~
Mumbo is looking for you. You donât want to leave Scar.Â
Pearl throws all your own arguments back in your face. She reminds you that you havenât spoken to anyone since you woke up yesterday. You havenât even gone outside.
Besides, you had agreed to not get anyone who hadnât won involved. It was something you had agreed to when Pearl had first won. The last thing you wanted was for your friends to find out that they had killed each other over and over again.Â
It seemed more important than ever to stick to it.Â
If you ignore him heâll probably come looking and you know that this will be one of the first places he checks and then youâll have to explain why Scar is passed out and why you and Pearl have clearly been down here for the past day andâŠÂ
Ok fine. Maybe Pearl is right and going with him is definitely the right call. That doesnât mean you have to be happy about it.
~~~
You donât remember much from your time with Mumbo. You just remember checking your com every few minutes, trying to see if Pearl had messages you.Â
He had threatened to take it from you if you kept checking it. Youâre still not sure if he was joking or not.Â
Not that it mattered.Â
Scar is still asleep when you get back.Â
~~~
Another day passes. He still hasnât woken up.Â
Pearl is the one who finally says what youâve both been thinking.Â
âWe need to tell X.âÂ
You know. Logically, you know. One of the Hermits is in danger. He needs to know. Heâd probably be able to actually do something, and then you wouldnât just be sitting here doing nothing and being completely useless.
You really donât want to.Â
Because telling X means telling him about the games. Telling X means that Scar is actually in danger. Telling X means admitting that something is actually wrong.Â
âOne more day,â you say, âGive him one more day.âÂ
~~~
Pearl isnât there when it happens. She isnât there when Scar opens his eyes with a gasp. And she most certainly isnât there to see you jump five feet in the air and have to bite your tongue to keep yourself from screaming.Â
You want to launch yourself at him, to hold him tightly and make sure that heâs ok, but you force yourself to wait. You donât know if it would make things worse.Â
Heâs staring up at the ceiling. Youâre not sure if heâs even realized that youâre there.Â
âScarâŠ?â You whisper gently.
Something is wrong. Something is deeply wrong.Â
Winning the games was a curse. It left a mark on you. A piece of canvas torn away.Â
You can always attempt to fix it, you can replace the fabric, attempt to remember what was over there, do your best to match the colors that once existed.Â
With time, you might get close. You might even reach a point where an outside viewer would never be able to tell that a chunk had been violently ripped out. But the damage will always be there. It will forever be changed.Â
Youâre unsure if yours will ever come close to what it once was. You sometimes wonder if the people around you miss what it used to look like.Â
When Scar turns his head towards you, you feel your breath freeze in your lungs.
Thereâs no damage in his painting. No canvas missing, no smeared colors, nothing.Â
Thereâs nothing. Itâs gone.
His gaze returns to the ceiling. He looks so tired.
âNow thatâs just cruelâŠâÂ
Words get caught in your throat. How are you supposed to respond to that?
He takes a deep breath, pushes himself to a sitting position.Â
Heâs staring at you. You feel like youâre being studied.Â
You force yourself not to squirm.Â
âScar?âÂ
âHold on.â He holds up a hand. âIâm trying to decide if youâre real or not.â
âIf Iâmâ what?â
âIf youâre real. Itâs gotten very hard to tell. Come here.â
He reaches out. You stumble forward.Â
He grips your hand tightly. A finger presses against your pulse point.
He drops it. Pulls you down so that he can hold your face. Tears are starting to well up in his eyes.Â
You donât dare move away.Â
His thumb presses into your cheek, right below your eye.Â
âYour scar is goneâŠâÂ
You know which one heâs talking about. You had tripped over your own two feet while carrying supplies and hadnât been able to catch yourself before slamming face first into the side of the mountain. Your cheek had been sliced by the exposed sandstone.Â
Scar had still been yellow at the time.Â
The wound itself had healed just fine, but it had scarred pretty badly.Â
He used to trace it with his thumb and say you were a matching set. That the desert had claimed you as her own.Â
âYeah.â You lift your hand and gently place it on top of his. âIt disappeared after 3rd lifeâŠâ
It was the one scar you were truly upset about losing.Â
âOhâŠâ he doesnât move his hand. âIâm so used to seeing you with it.â
You⊠you really donât want to think about the implications of that.Â
âIs this real? Are you real?â
You can only nod in response.Â
âYou promise? Iâm not going to wake back up in Trader Scars?â
âI promise.â
âOk.â He takes a deep breath. âOkâŠâ
Later, after Pearl arrives and tears are exchanged, she will be the one to ask the question that youâve been dreading. She will be the one to ask him how long itâs been.Â
He will think about it for far too long before shrugging and saying something about how the sunflowers had started to wilt again, and your heart will plummet.
A year. What had been three days for you had been a year for him.Â
And you had done nothing to get him back.Â
~~~Â
Season nine comes to an end. You canât help but feel a bit relieved when it does.Â
Thereâs too many bad memories here. Too many memories of sleepless nights with Pearl and Scar as you all tried desperately to forget the hell that youâve been cursed to remember. Too many memories of finding Pearl clutching a bucket of snow in her hands, of walking in on Scar talking to the open air.Â
Season ten will be a breath of fresh air. A new start.Â
~~~Â
Time passes. You get settled in the new world. Things get better for all three of you. According to the message that youâve been getting from Martyn and Scott, things are getting better for them as well.
There comes a moment when you realize that you canât remember the last time you had a nightmare. Itâs a wonderful realization to have.Â
You wonder if itâs over. If youâre finally free. Itâs a kind thought. It feels warm.Â
And then youâre pulled back in.Â
~~~~~
Something is different this time. You can feel it from the second you wake up in that damned circle.Â
The Universe must have grown tired of you. Thatâs the only explanation you can think of for why itâs decided to interfere so directly this time.Â
You think you might hate it.
~~~
You manage to find Scar after things settle down a bit. He looks different.Â
His posture is more relaxed, his shoulders less tense. He seems more comfortable here than he has in the past year on Hermitcraft.Â
The realization makes you feel sick.Â
You canât let it happen again.Â
You wonât let it happen again.Â
~~~
You reach the end. One of the last two.Â
Thereâs no ceremony this time. No fair fight, no pausing to burn the last few reminds of those you had killed.Â
There is only you and Joel.Â
And then you fall.
And only Joel is left.
~~~
He tells you that there was no celebration when he won. That there was no one there to cheer his name as he had knocked you off the tree. No one to join him in his victory lap.Â
He stares at you, demanding to know where all the other winners are. They all remember, right? Why on earth arenât they here to congratulate him?
You shrug and attempt to explain that winning has never been something to celebrate. That itâs always been a more solemn achievement.
He tells you that youâre being stupid. That acting miserable about it only makes you feel worse. You won, didnât you? You might as well act like it.Â
And for the first time, the thought of winning the games doesnât weigh quite as heavy on your soul.
#WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO ITS DONE!!!#THE SERIES IS OFFICIALLY COMPLETE!!!!#god im so proud of how this entire series turned out#this fic especially was so so so much fun to write#I hope you enjoy it!!#Fire Writes :D#life series#3rd life#last life#double life#secret life#wild life#grian#pearlescentmoon#goodtimeswithscar#desert duo
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Great's sad little shocked face when Tyme took his mask off and let him know it was him who attacked his brother?
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That shit hurt.
#4 minutes#4 minutes the series#like he looked so lost and confused in that moment#and for Tyme to take the mask off because he knew it would get Great to stop fighting him#(and for him to be able to stop fighting Great)#oh that was the saddest#I just might end up caring about their relationship after all#Bible the actor you are#Jes is really good too#regular clyde
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Oh wow I had no idea the website I'm using actually color codes which episodes are filler or not. Looks like I don't need to find that article then.
#all filler binge watch here i come đđđ#i did kinda get the urge to start watching the bort dub tho. but i still need to watch road to sakura and then The Last first#anyway RtN was awesome and i love iruka THATS NART'S DAD 2!!!! but i kinda dont have anything else to say about it after the end lmao#i guess if anything i just wish sasori had a line or two. i really wanted to hear jyb's sasori voice again đ„ș#very funny that hidan had like. one scream laugh and that was it. of course thats all the dialogue he would get lmao#im assuming the LT akatsuki are kinda morally gray in terms of the mercenary work they do instead of just outright villains#considering kakuzu and hidan AND SASORI???? were still among them#i doubt sasori's personality changed much and clearly neither did hidan or kakuzu's. but being the LT at all means they must have#i mean. deidara was very fine with the work he was doing to help and tbh seemed more work oriented too#but maybe thats what happens when hes not bickering and arguing and hating uchihas so mucj#cuz he was fine working with. and i assume taking orders from itachi???#so i guess they do have differences that keep them in a smiliar line of work while remaining the same person at their core#but not like. AS fucked up????#very interesting to think about who they are in the LT. ALSO IM NOT OVER WHAT CHARASUKE MIGHT THINK OF MERCENARY ITACHI!!!#like. is he secretly worried about itachi's line of work???? did itachi have a falling out wit#*with their parents and left home to eventually become a mercenary??? is charasuke mad at him???#IS THE FUCKBOY PERSONALITY A COVER UP FOR HIS PROBLEMS WITH HIS POTENTIALLY STRESSFUL HOME LIFE DUE TO ITACHI'S LIFE????#I HAVE NEVER CARED ABOUT THEIR RELATIONSHIP MORE THAN I POSSIBKY COULD IN THIS MOMENT RIGHY NOE#FINALLY A VERSION OF THEM I CAN GIVE A SHIT ABIUT AND NOT JUST RELENTLESSLY HATE ITACHI FOR!!!!!#AND WE GOT FUCKING NOTHING FOR IT!!!!!!! FUCK#personal
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Oooooh I forgot how much I hate the end of Warcraft (ignoring the MMOs I donât fuck with those djdjjd)
#hey gang- what happened to kelâthuzad???? where did he go? why was his character assassinated SO HARD?#Also hey hey hey Illidan fighting Arthus?? and not landing a single hit????? and Vashj and Kael not coming to his imidiate aid????#ALSO SYLVANUS NOT KILLING HIM???#look Iâm sure some things like that get taken care off in WoW or something#but WOWZERS did that last bit of the game just feel straight up bad#like look Sylvanus can be racist because sheâs complex and she isnât a perfect hero#but I refuse to accept that five minutes after sheâs freed from the Lich Kingâs control and goes on a whole monologue about how she is no#oneâs slave- that she would turn around AND LITERALLY CALL OTHER PEOPLE HER SLAVES#LIKE SHE HAD A DEMON RIGHT FUCKING THERE- I forget his name- but have it force her hand! have the demon guy be like hey girl I know my#brothers and I know their armies and if you want even a chance against them you need more numbers#it just felt weird and bad to have her turn around and do that to other people without anyone pushing her to that??? she just did it?#and she didnât seem the least bit remorseful???? also hey again kelâthuzad. what happened.#my favorite little guy got assassinated so hard. :(#you cannot tell me he would be friends with Arthus. you cannot tell me any sort of relationship that might have been there was not just for#him to use and manipulate. you cannot tell me he wouldnât pry his way into the frozen wastes to get shit done and make some power plays#like nothing he has some suggests that he would just sit on the side lines and accept that heâs out of the game- heâs a goddamn lich#Iâm upset djdjsjjsjsjsjs all of that felt weird and bad and I will forever be upset about the handling (or lack thereof) of kelâthuzad#and also how Vashj and Kael werenât by Illidanâs side. they shouldâve been sjsjsjjsjsjsjss itâs dumb that Arthus just got to kill him and be#done with it like. immediately#anyways I have a few complaints djdjdjjd clearly. mostly because Warcraft is a beloved childhood game and I didnât remember the ending and#it just felt bad playing through it sjsjsjjs I love the games but o u c h was that upsetting#(also worse because kelâthuzad was my favorite and he just. wasnât there djdjsjsjjs which I think is dumb- heâs power hungry and he deserves#to act like it. let him cause issues! more than he already has! sjsjsjsjskksksksm hhhhhhhhhhhh
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i saw mommy kissing santa claus â fushiguro toji
âMom, I saw you kissing Santa Claus last night.â You froze, the coffee cup halfway to your lips as your cheeks turned a warm shade of red. Your husband Toji, on the other hand, lowered his mug, his sharp green eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked at you, one brow raised, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his face. âOh, really, kid?â Toji said, leaning back casually. âMommy here was kissing Santa Claus, huh?â You stammered, caught off guard. âW-well, Megumi, I think maybe you were dreamingâ" âNope!â Megumi insisted, crossing his little arms over his chest. âI saw it, mom. You were right by the tree!âÂ
GENRE: alternate universe - canon convergence!;
WARNING/S: fluff, romance, nsfw, r-18, christmas day, santa, parenthood, pet names (babe, love, etc), love, humor, light-hearted, domestic life, slice of life, being in love, parenthood, married life, healthy relationship, toddler, family, late night sex, kissing, p-i-v sex, profanity, sexual intercourse, depictions of sexual acts, depiction of body praise, depiction of naked bodies, mention of sexual innuendo, mention of sexual intercourse, husband! toji, mamaguro! reader;
WORD COUNT: 7k words
NOTE: toji seems to me like the type who would have been so good at teasing mamaguro??? like he would definitely be the person that would also wear a santa claus costume just to put megumi's gifts on the tree and then know that megumi would be watching??? anyway i love their tiny family i am so floored every time i write about them. anyway merry fushiguro christmas!!! i love you all <3
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YOU ALWAYS ADORED CHRISTMAS. Even as a child, the magic of the holiday season was something your mother and father made sure to bring alive for you.
They worked tirelessly to fill each moment with joy, whether it was the way the house glowed with lights or how the scent of fresh-baked cookies lingered in the air.Â
Your favorite memories were wrapped in those small, meaningful traditionsâsipping hot chocolate while the snow fell softly outside, unwrapping presents by the fire, and gathering together to share stories and laughter. It wasnât about the gifts or the grandeur, but the warmth of family and the sense of belonging.
Now that you had a family of your own, you were determined to recreate that magic, to pass down those same feelings of joy and love to the people you held closest to your heart. Fushiguro Toji wasnât raised with those kinds of traditions.Â
For him, the holidays were often just another day. Especially when he lived with his family and even after that. There was no desire for a fuss, no fanfare. But when it came to you, he was more than willing to step out of his comfort zone.
Toji might not have admitted it outright, but seeing how much the holidays meant to you made it easy for him to get involved. Whether it was wrestling with tangled strings of lights or holding your hand while you browsed for the perfect tree, he found himself drawn into the excitement. It was a quiet kind of joy for him, watching your face light up with happiness as you brought the season to life.
When your beloved Megumi came along, the holidays became even more special. Toji was quick to embrace his role, even if it meant helping you with putting out the tree or helping to bake cookies that somehow ended up burnt half the time.
He didnât care if it was messy or chaoticâseeing the laughter, the wide-eyed wonder, and the unfiltered happiness of his family made every effort worth it.
What surprised him most was how much heâs slowly come to love those traditions, too. They werenât just holidays anymore; they were the foundation of memories he never knew he needed.
He started to look forward to the little things, like staying up late with you to wrap presents or watching Megumi to try to stay awake for Santa, only to fall asleep halfway through their schemes.
Each holiday became another chance to build something new together, a season filled with traditions that were uniquely yours. Toji might have started off doing it for you, but somewhere along the way, he realized he was doing it for himself, too.
After all, your beautiful family meant everything to him, itâs now his safe zoneâand these moments were proof that he finally had one worth celebrating.
So on this bright Christmas morning, your comely house was tenderly wrapped in a soft, magical stillness. The gentle hum of the houseâs heater and the occasional crackle from the fireplace your husband had set up added to the warmth of the room.Â
The Christmas tree glowed with colorful lights, their reflections dancing on the ornaments and the neatly wrapped presents beneath. The faint scent of cinnamon and pine hung in the air, blending with the aroma of freshly brewed coffee.
Young and bright four year old Fushiguro Megumi shuffled into the living room, his favorite blanket dragging behind him like a cape. His small, sleepy frame was bundled in his fuzzy pajamas, the ones with tiny snowflakes printed all over.Â
His dark charcoal hair was a tousled mess, sticking out in every direction as if heâd been wrestling with his dreams. He paused near the doorway, rubbing his blueâgreen eyes, and blinked at the cozy scene before him.
There you were, curled up on the couch with Toji, both of you cradling steaming mugs of coffee. Toji was dressed in his usual casual sweatpants and a loose T-shirt, one arm draped lazily along the back of the couch, the other holding his mug. He looked relaxed, his sharp green eyes softened with a rare, unguarded warmth.Â
You were tucked into his side, your legs curled beneath you, wearing an oversized Christmas special cardigan and your fuzzy faux fur slippers.
The two of you shared a quiet moment, sipping the coffee your husband brewed and exchanging conversation and content smiles as the early morning sunlight peeked through the curtains.
Megumi's sleepy gaze lit up as he took in the sight of the tree, its glowing lights illuminating the pile of presents waiting for him. His little mouth opened in a gasp, and he looked at the two of you with wide, sparkling blueâgreen orbs.
âItâs Christmas!â he announced, his voice still tinged with the rasp of sleep but filled with excitement. âItâs Christmas morning!â
You smiled, setting your mug on the coffee table and opening your arms to him. âGood morning, sweetheart. Merry Christmas.â
He didnât need to be told twice. He toddled over, crawling onto the couch and nestling between you and Toji. Toji chuckled, ruffling Megumiâs messy hair affectionately. âMorning, kid. Looks like Santa came through for you this time around, huh?â
Megumi nodded eagerly, his blueâgreen eyes darting back to the presents under the tree. âCan I open them now?â he asked, his voice filled with hopeful anticipation.
âNot even a good morning first?â Toji teased, arching an eyebrow. But the playful tone in his voice made Megumi giggle. âToo excited, you are.â
âGood morning, Dad.â Megumi said, grinning as he leaned against you. âGood morning, Mom.â
Your heart swelled at the sight of him, his excitement so pure and unfiltered. You kissed the top of his little head, wrapping an arm around him as Toji stood and stretched, walking over to grab the digital camera.
âAll right.â Toji said with a smirk, motioning to the tree. âLetâs see what Santa left for you, kid.â
With a delighted squeal, Fushiguro Megumi scrambled off the couch and ran toward the presents, his blanket forgotten on the floor in his excitement.
You and Toji shared a tender glance, his usual smirk softening into a genuine, warm smile. You shake your head, looking at him with much contentment.
He walked back to you, settling beside you on the couch and slipping his hand into yours. His touch was steady, grounding, as the two of you watched Megumi dive headfirst into the pile of gifts.
His bright laughter filled the room, bright and melodic, blending perfectly with the soft crackle of the fireplace.
For a moment, everything was perfectâpure joy radiating from your son as he examined each box like it was a priceless treasure. Then, Megumi suddenly paused, his small frame still in the middle of the living room.Â
He turned slowly to face you both, his expression shifting into something unusually serious, his little brows furrowing in a way that was far too mature for his age. When he wasnât smiling, you were sure your son was quite a young old man in that tiny body.Â
You blinked, puzzled, as Toji sat up straighter, his grip on your hand loosening. Before either of you could ask what was wrong, Megumi crossed his arms over his chest, his blanket forgotten entirely now, and declared with absolute certainty:
âMom, I saw you kissing Santa Claus last night.â
You froze, the coffee cup halfway to your lips as your cheeks turned a warm shade of red. Your husband Toji, on the other hand, lowered his mug, his sharp green eyes sparkling with mischief. He looked at you, one brow raised, fighting the grin threatening to spread across his face.
âOh, really, kid?â Toji said, leaning back casually. âMommy here was kissing Santa Claus, huh?â
You stammered, caught off guard. âW-well, Megumi, I think maybe you were dreamingâ"
âNope!â Megumi insisted, crossing his little arms over his chest. âI saw it, mom. You were right by the tree!âÂ
His little pout was so serious it almost made you laugh. You tried to hold your composure, his cute little glare gleaming at you with the most adorable aggression. He looked too much like Toji when he was like this. And that had made you even more adoring of him in this way.
Tojiâs chuckle deepened as he leaned back on the couch, completely unbothered. âCookies and milk are standard, kid.â he said, shrugging casually. âBut Santa? Heâs a special guest. Sometimes he deserves a little extra appreciation.â
Megumi tilted his head, his little face scrunching in thought. âLike a hug?â he asked, glancing back at the presents under the tree, though his curiosity still lingered.
âSure, sure.â Toji said, smirking as he threw a glance your way. âOr something like that.â
You nudged him with your elbow, your cheeks heating up again. âToji, thatâs not something you should be jumping into.â you whispered under your breath, giving him a look that was equal parts exasperated and amused.
Toji just grinned and leaned in closer to you, his voice low so only you could hear. âWhat? I didnât even mention the mistletoe.â His tone was full of playful mischief, and you rolled your eyes, trying to suppress a smile.Â
âMom? Dad?â Megumiâs voice broke through, his tiny hands clutching a brightly wrapped box as he looked up at you both. âCan I open this one first?â
You gave a soft laugh, glad for the distraction. âOf course, sweetheart.â you said, smiling warmly at him.
Toji reached over, ruffling Megumiâs hair again as the boy plopped down in front of the tree. âGo for it, kid. Letâs see what Santa left you.â
âHmm. Okay.â he finally muttered, turning his attention to the colorful boxes waiting for him.
Megumiâs attention shifted entirely to the gift in his hands, his little fingers working furiously to tear the wrapping paper. You let out a breath, glancing at Toji, who was still watching you with that infuriatingly smug look. His hands wrapped against your shoulders.Â
He leaned closer, his voice barely above a whisper. âKissing Santa, huh, babe?â he teased, leaning in close. âGot any more Christmas spirit for me?â
Your face burned as you playfully shoved him, your smile betraying you. âShut up, Toji.â you whispered, though the giggle that escaped ruined the effect.
âGuess Santaâs the lucky one this year, donât you think?â he murmured.
You bit your lip, shaking your head but unable to hide the smile that crept across your face. âYouâre impossible.â
âYeah, yeah.â he said, his smirk softening into something warmer as he looked at you. âBut you love me anyway.â
âMerry Christmas, babe.â Toji murmured, stealing a quick kiss.
âMerry Christmas, love.â you whispered back, heart full and cheeks still warm.
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TOJI SAID HE PLANNED EVERYTHING. And knowing how much you trusted your husband, you do believe him. He hasnât ever failed you before, after all. Your husband wasnât going to fail you now either. He said heâs going to make it happen and he will.Â
The night before Christmas was serene, the kind of quiet that wrapped around you like a warm blanket. The only sounds were the faint crackle of the fireplace and the occasional rustle of branches as the tree swayed slightly under the weight of its ornaments.Â
The vibrant living room glowed softly, bathed in the colorful twinkle of Christmas lights that reflected off the shiny ribbons and bows of some of the presents you had already wrapped and bought for Megumi and each other. All Toji has to do now is add the other ones you bought for Megumi.
You had just finished cleaning up after dinner, your feet padding lightly across the wooden floor as you straighten a few stray decorations. A hum of curiosity pulled you toward the living room, and when you peeked around the corner, you couldnât hold back a small smile from appearing on your pinkish lips.
There he wasâ Fushiguro Toji, crouched by the tree, fully dressed in a Santa Claus suit. The red fabric clung to his massively broad frame, the white trim looking comically out of place against his rugged demeanor.Â
The bright red hat was askew on his head, barely covering his wild, dark hair, and the sight of him muttering multiple times under his breath while adjusting a precariously balanced present was nothing short of endearing.
âDamn this treeâs too small.â Toji grumbled, carefully shoving a particularly large box further under the branches. âHow the hell does Santa Claus even do this without knocking everything over? Like, this is just an insane operation for a break in. Mission impossible even!â
You stifled a laugh, leaning against the doorway as you crossed your arms. âYouâre really committing to this Santa Claus thing, huh?â
Toji glanced up sharply, his green eyes narrowing at you in mock irritation before softening into a lopsided smirk. You sighed, smiling as he enjoys taking in the sight of you like this. He has never thought he would ever have something as enjoyable as this life. And he always has you to thank for it.
âCaught me, babe.â he said, straightening up and dusting his hands off. âSanta Claus really had to work harder for this. And I gotta commit like he does, babe. I mean, this is harder than it looks, you know.â
You stepped into the room, your gaze sweeping over the scene. âYouâre supposed to look jolly, not grumpy, love. Kids donât want an angry Santa Claus.â
Toji snorted, tugging at the crooked hat and tossing it onto the couch. âYouâre lucky I even agreed to wear this, babe.â he said, gesturing at the suit with a faint grimace. âThis thingâs itchy as hell. How the hell did people wear this without having to scratch everywhere? Even my crotch feels itchy.â
You rolled your eyes, walking over to adjust one of the presents heâd just placed. âYouâre not exactly selling the magic of Christmas, love.â
He leaned against the arm of the couch, his smirk turning sly. âOh, I donât know. I think Iâm doing pretty good. The kidâs gonna love it in the morning. Heâs going to have fun about Santa bringing in lotsssss of cool presents.â
You turned to face him, raising an eyebrow. âAnd what about me? Does Santa Claus have any surprises for me? I meanâŠ.I should get gifts too, right?â
Tojiâs grin widened as he pushed off the couch and sauntered toward you, his voice dropping to a playful, sensual murmur. âActually, yeah. Look up, babe.â
Your eyes followed his gaze, landing on the tiny sprig of mistletoe hanging above your heads. You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head. You looked at him with so much adoration, you couldnât help it. He just made you feel giddy every single day.Â
âYouâre impossible, you know that?â
He took another step closer, his voice low and teasing. âMaybe. But Iâm also a hardworking Santa Claus. And Santa likes to get paid for his trouble. Iâm sure this pretty lady in front of him will ease his troubles.â
You rolled your eyes playfully once more, your lips twitching as you fought back a smile. âNaughty Santa, arenât you?â you muttered, leaning up just enough to close the gap between you. âWhat about Mrs. Claus?â
âDonât have one.â He smiles down at you, his thumb pressing against your lips. âWould you wanna volunteer to be one, pretty woman?â
You laughed aloud at his words. âShouldnât you take me out to dinner first?â
âWell, if youâd let me, then I will.â He grins at you.
âAlright, alright. Iâll let you.â
âGood. Santaâs happy about that.â
âWell, we only want that, donât we?â You smiled at him.
âHm, very great for securing your kid a spot on my gift list.â
You giggled at him. âYouâre ridiculous.â
âYeah, but Iâm your ridiculous, future Mrs. Claus.âÂ
You laughed at his words again, which made him very happy. Your husband Toji happily pressed hands forward and found your waist as he met you halfway, his sly lips brushing against yours in a passionate kiss that was far too warm for such a chilly night.Â
You pushed deeper, kissing him back, pulling him closer to you. When you finally pulled back to take a breath, his grin was smug as it was shameless, his bright green eyes gleaming with the endless joy that comes with having you as his beloved.Â
âBest payment Iâve ever gotten. By far.â he murmured, his voice soft but smug.
You laughed, swatting at his chest as you stepped away. âGo finish your job, Santa Claus. Thereâs still a tree that needs all the presents to set up for the good kid.â
He chuckled, watching you with a lingering smile as you walked away. âYes, maâam. But donât think this is over.â he called after you, his tone full of promise.
âI look forward to it, Santa!â
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OF COURSE YOUâLL NEVER FORGET ABOUT LAST NIGHT. You could still feel your legs sore and your throat full of his pleasurable bites. But that wasnât important right now, even though, of course it felt really good. Santa was really good with blessings. But that wasnât the point.Â
You could feel your cheeks turn redder and your ears more scarlet. You tried to calm yourself down as you continued to clear out stuff in the kitchen. The cookies were more important. You had guests coming over.
Of course, on the other side of the wall, the living room was alive with Megumiâs excited giggles and the joyful chaos of wrapping paper flying in every direction. His precious little voice carried as he marveled at each gift, holding up toys and books like treasures.Â
You peeked at him from the kitchen, your heart swelling at how happy he was. Your sonâs joys were the reason you always worked so hard at the prosecutorâs office. And he was, genuinely, the happiest little boy. And that made everything feel like it paid off.
You were in the middle of arranging cookies on a festive plate when you felt it: a pair of strong arms sliding around your waist, pulling you against a firm chest. The scent of pine and the faintest trace of cologne told you exactly who it was before he even spoke.
âToji, love.â you started, a hint of exasperation in your voice. âWhat are you doing?â
âMmm nothing.â he murmured against your ear, his voice rich and teasing. He grins slowly as he catches a peak of the hickeys from your side, hidden in the cardigan. âJust came to say thank you for, you know... last night.â
Your hands froze, the cookie you were holding slipping onto the counter as heat rushed to your cheeks. You were just trying to forget about it now but the images started to flood your head once more as your husband nibbles against your ear.
âToji, please.â you hissed, glancing nervously toward the doorway to make sure Megumi was too busy with his presents to overhear. The last thing you need is to traumatize your little son.âNot now.â
But Fushiguro Toji, as always, was undeterred. He rested his chin on your shoulder, his lips grazing just close enough to your ear to make you shiver. He hums against your skin, bright eyes looking at you with wanton affection.
âWhat? Iâm just saying Santa Claus didnât just get a kiss under the mistletoe. I mean he enjoyed it really well tooââ
You spin your head toward him, your bright eyes wide as you whisper with embarrassment. âWill you stop? Love, our sonâs on the other side of the wall andââ
Toji only grinned, his hold on you tightening slightly as he leaned in closer. âCome on, sweetheart. Admit it. Santa Claus always deserves a little something extra for working so hard, donât you think?â
âYou sly fox of a husband.â you hissed, swatting at his arm as your cheeks turned an even deeper shade of red. âYou are impossible. I swear, Toji.â
He let out a low, rumbling laugh, clearly reveling in your flustered state. âYouâre cute when youâre all embarrassed like this, babe.â he teased, nuzzling the side of your neck in a way that made your heart skip. âBut I wasnât lying, you know. Best gift Iâve ever gotten.â
Your heart melted at his words, even as you tried to maintain your composure. âYouâre lucky itâs Christmas, love.â you muttered, trying to sound stern but failing miserably as a small smile crept onto your face. âOtherwise, itâd be a different story.â
Toji shifted, leaning back just enough to study your beautiful expressions. His bright green eyes were soft, a rare tenderness shining in them that made your breath catch. The air of joy blossoming in his chest ever so fondly when he looks at you more.Â
âLucky, huh?â he said, a hint of sincerity beneath the teasing. âNah. Iâm the luckiest guy every day I wake up to you. Every day, every minute, every second. Every day. For forever. Iâm the luckiest guy on earth, babe.â
Your face burned hotter, and you turned back to the cookies to hide your expression from him. You could feel your heart making flips and jumps against the wall of your chest. Heâs always so good at making you feel this way.Â
You were really going to be overwhelmed for all your life with how much he always makes you feel the universe with his love and tenderness. You were always going to be falling in love with this man over and over again like this. You sighed, admitting defeat to him.Â
 âYouâre ridiculous, love.â you mumbled, but the warmth blossoming in your chest betrayed your words. âReallyâŠ.â
He couldnât help but chuckled again, reaching around you to snag a cookie off the plate. You gasp as you try to stop him, but he lifts it up and you pout at him, knowing you canât reach it. He snickers at you. You turn back and continue putting away the other cookies.
âThatâs why you love me, babe.â Toji said, his voice smooth and teasing as he took another bite of the cookie, his smirk practically glowing with satisfaction.Â
Before you could muster a response, he leaned down, his lips brushing against your temple in a kiss so gentle it made your heart flutter. âDonât work too hard. Megumi and I are waiting for you, okay? Still got some presents left for us to open.â
You watched him stroll back into the living room, his broad frame relaxed, his laughter already mingling with Megumiâs excited chatter. His voice carried back to you, warm and playful, as he greeted your son again, seamlessly joining him in exploring his new toys.Â
The sound of Megumiâs giggles and Tojiâs deep chuckles filled the house, creating a melody that could warm even the coldest snowy, winter morning. It was what you wanted to wake up to every single day. It was all you could ever want for all of time.
You let out a breath you hadnât realized you were holding, leaning back against the counter as a soft smile tugged at your lips. It was uncontrollable, this joy, this love that bubbled up in your chest. This was a love that had a place to go and blossom here in this place, in this family. In this life you have.
Ridiculous, you thought with a shake of your head. Toji was ridiculous. But he was also your, the most precious of men who made even the simplest moments unforgettable, who filled your life with laughter, warmth, and love.
And your precious Megumi. Your sweet, bright boy, was the perfect little light who completed the picture. Everything about life made sense when you met Toji and had Megumi together. Life began when you had this. And you knew he would agree with that sentiment.
You looked out at the scene before you, the two of them sprawled on the floor amid wrapping paper and toys, Megumi pointing animatedly at something as Toji nodded with exaggerated seriousness.
It was so small, so ordinaryâand yet it was everything. It meant the world to you. No, you shook your head. It meant the universe to you. And you would never trade this for anything in the world.
You felt it all in that moment: gratitude, contentment, and a profound sense of love. How lucky you were, to have this life, this family. This was your everything. And no matter how many lifetimes you could dream of, you knew there would never be anything more beautiful than this.
âBabe, Megumi wants his mommy!â Tojiâs voice called from the living room, pulling you from your thoughts.
You chuckled, pushing off the counter and heading toward the sound of your favorite voices. âComing, love!â
As you stepped into the living room, Megumi beamed up at you, his hands full of his latest toy, while Toji looked over with a smirk that was both mischievous and affectionate. You settled in beside them, feeling their warmth wrap around you like a hug.Â
Life wasnât just great to liveâit was perfect.Â
And you wouldnât trade it for anything in the world.
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TOJI'S TAKING ALL THE OPPORTUNITIES HE CAN GET. But if you were being honest, so were you. Last night wasn't enough for you to get your fill. When your husband is someone like Toji, how could you?
The house was quiet now, save for the faint hum of the heater and the occasional creak of the floorboards as the winter wind pressed against the walls.
Megumi had been tucked into bed after a long, laughter-filled Christmas dinner, his tiny snores signaling that he was sound asleep. The evening had been perfectâfilled with warmth, love, and memories youâd cherish forever.
Now, it was just the two of you.
Toji leaned against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching as you pulled off the festive sweater you'd worn all day. His gaze was heavy, but not with exhaustionâit was something else, something that made your skin tingle.
"You finally sitting still for once?" he teased, his voice low, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.
You rolled your eyes but couldnât suppress the grin that followed. "Maybe I am. Or maybe I was waiting for you to catch up."
That was all the invitation he needed. Toji crossed the room in a few long strides, his arms circling your waist as he pulled you close. His lips found yours almost immediately, hungry, but unhurried. He kissed you like he had all the time in the world, and for once, it felt like you did.
Your fingers slid into his hair, tugging lightly as he deepened the kiss. His hands roamed, tracing the curve of your waist, the small of your back, and eventually settling at your hips, holding you firmly against him. The heat between you both grew, sparking like the fire youâd left burning in the living room.
"Iâve been waiting all day for this, babe." he murmured against your lips, his voice rough and filled with need.
"Me too." you admitted, your breath hitching as his lips moved to your neck, leaving a trail of soft, teasing kisses that made your knees weak.
The world outside didnât matter anymore. Not the snow piling up on the windowsill, not the mess of dishes waiting in the kitchen, and certainly not the clock ticking down the last hours of Christmas Day. All that mattered was the way Toji made you feel. You always feel so seen, loved, desired when it comes to your beloved husband.
He guided you toward the bed, his movements slow and deliberate as if savoring every second. The night was yours, a stolen moment of intimacy in the chaos of life.
And as his lips found yours again, you knew this was the best gift you could have asked forâtime together, just the two of you, wrapped in the comfort of each otherâs arms.
Tojiâs arm slid right back around your neck, firm yet careful, pulling you closer as his lips claimed yours once more. The way he touched you sent shivers cascading down your spine, every sensation heightened by the quiet intimacy of the moment.
His grip was confident, possessive, and it made your pulse quicken as pleasure rippled through you like a rising tide. Each kiss, each graze of his hands against your skin, ignited something deep within you, leaving no room for anything else but the heat building between you.
He knew exactly how to unravel you, how to make you melt under his touch, and he didnât hold back. He never holds back. Not when it was you he has to make love to. Making love to you was his church. It was his patronage. It was his repentance, it was his atonement. It was his salvation. His love for you was his salvation.
âTojiâŠâ Your voice was barely a whisper, a mixture of breathlessness and yearning.
He pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, his eyes dark and intense, filled with something raw and unspoken. His thumb brushed gently along your jawline as his other arm stayed firmly around your neck, keeping you grounded in the moment.
âYou doin' so good, babe.â he murmured, his voice rough and low, sending a fresh wave of heat through you.
The way he looked at you, the way he held you. Everything about it was overwhelming in the best way. Your body responded instinctively, arching into him as the pleasure coursed through every nerve, building higher with each kiss, each touch, each whispered word.
Time seemed to blur as he continued, his movements unhurried but deliberate, as though savoring every moment with you. And in that moment, nothing else mattered. This was all there was right now, just the two of you, lost in the intoxicating rhythm of each other.
Tojiâs lips trailed down to your neck, his hot breath against your skin making you shiver. He knew exactly where to kiss, where to linger, drawing soft gasps from you as his hand caressed your side, sliding over the curves he loved to touch.
The pressure of his arm around your neck wasnât rough, but good enough to make you feel the tension of his touch against your flesh. Everything about his touch, it was deliberate, possessive, reminding you that he wanted every inch of you, body and soul.
Your hands roamed over his shoulders, pulling him closer, urging him to keep going. The sensations rolled through you like waves, each one stronger than the last, your body responding to his every move. You could feel the heat of him against you, the tension between you building with every touch, every kiss.
âTojiâŠâ you murmured again, your voice trembling with need.
âHmm?â He didnât stop, his lips finding that spot just below your ear that made your breath hitch. âSay it again, babe.â he whispered, his tone dark and teasing, sending a fresh jolt of desire through you.
Your fingers tightened in his hair, tugging gently, and the low chuckle that escaped his lips vibrated against your skin, sending shivers cascading down your spine. The sound was rich, deep, and filled with promise, igniting a fire inside you that grew with every passing second.
His lips trailed along your jawline, slow and deliberate, before finding the sensitive curve of your neck. He lingered there, pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses that made your breath hitch.
Your body press instinctively closer to him. The warmth of his mouth, the scrape of his teeth against your skin, left you trembling, a quiet gasp spilling from your lips.
His hand slid lower, the roughness of his palm contrasting deliciously against your soft skin. His touch was teasing at first, featherlight, exploring, testing your limits.
But then it grew bolder, more certain, as he found the places that made you quiver beneath him. Every brush of his fingertips sent sparks shooting through your body, the intensity of it building with each moment.
You arched into him, desperate for more, the ache between you growing unbearable. A soft moan escaped you, unbidden but unstoppable, and the sound seemed to ignite something in him.
He let out another low, satisfied laugh, his breath hot against your neck as he murmured, âYou sound so good, baby. Donât stop.â
The pleasure rolled through you like a tidal wave, crashing over every part of you until all you could feel was him. It was all his touch, his heat, his weight against you.
The room seemed to melt away, leaving only the two of you locked in this intimate dance, your bodies moving together in perfect, unspoken harmony.
Your skin grew slick with sweat, the heat between you almost unbearable but so, so good. Every movement, every touch, every kiss only pulled you deeper into him, the connection between you electric and all-consuming.
âTojiâŠâ you whispered, your voice trembling with need, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer.
He lifted his head just enough to meet your gaze, his dark eyes smoldering with desire as he leaned in close.
âIâve got you, babe. I got you.â he murmured, his voice rough and filled with raw emotion.
And with those words, he claimed your lips again, pouring every ounce of his passion into the kiss. His hand tangled in your hair, his other still exploring, holding you firmly against him as if he couldnât bear to let you go.
Tojiâs breath hitched as he stilled, buried deep inside you, his forehead pressed to yours. The heat of your body wrapped tightly around him, the soft, rhythmic flutter of your walls making him groan low in his throat.
It was almost too much for you, how big he was, how whole you feel when he fit you to the hilt. Everything about it the way you felt, the way your body seemed to pulse and cling to him, drawing him deeper into the moment. It all just felt too good.
His hands gripped your hips firmly, anchoring himself, trying to hold onto the frayed edges of his control. A thought flickered in his mind, unbidden and primal: Can I even last long with this?
The idea sent a fresh wave of heat coursing through him, his jaw clenching as he tried to steady his breathing. He didnât need to moveâdidnât need to thrust or grind or do anything but stay right where he was, utterly consumed by the way you felt around him.
The subtle contractions of your body, the way you tightened around him and the way he fluttered tightly against your walls, that was all enough to drive him mad. You were still as you were before, you were paradise in every sense of the word.
âTojiâŠlove....ohââ you whispered, your voice a mix of need and wonder, your nails dragging lightly down his back. The sound of his name on your lips only made it harder for him to hold back.
âShit, babe.â he murmured, his voice rough and strained. âYouâre gonna kill me like this.â
He pressed his forehead harder against yours, his breath coming in uneven gasps as he tried to wrestle with the overwhelming pleasure. Your moans can only grow as he pushed in and out in a more passionate speed.
âI swear⊠I could come just like this, babe.â he admitted, his voice low and ragged. âThe way youâre squeezing me so good, babe⊠you feel so damn good.â
The confession sent a shiver through you, your body responding instinctively, and he groaned again, his fingers digging into your hips as if to ground himself. He wanted to move, to chase that inevitable high.
But at the same time, he didnât want to lose the sheer intensity of the momentâdidnât want to lose the way it felt to just be inside you, connected in every way. He still needed to last a little bit more, he wanted this moment to last.
He leaned in, his lips brushing yours as he murmured, âYouâre perfect. You know that?â His voice was raw, filled with both reverence and desperation.
And as he stayed there, lost in the heat and intimacy, he wondered if he could ever get enough of thisâof you. Every sensation was heightened, every second stretching into eternity, until nothing else existed but him.
The overwhelming pleasure coursing through you. In his arms, you felt completely unraveled, utterly cherished, and entirely his. The world outside faded completelyâjust the two of you, tangled together in the quiet intimacy of your shared space.
Tojiâs movements grew more deliberate, his bruised lips finding your own again as he deepened the kiss, his arm around your neck keeping you anchored to him. His tongue wrestling against yours as he tried to thrust deeper inside your mouth, earning a groan from your throat.
The way he held you, the way he touched youâit wasnât just desire; it was love, raw and unfiltered, pouring into every moment.
Your body trembled beneath him, overwhelmed by the waves of pleasure he brought you, and you clung to him, lost in the heat of the moment. Toji pulled back slightly, his forehead resting against yours as he caught his breath, his voice low and husky when he finally spoke.
âYouâre mine, babe.â he whispered, the words heavy with emotion and promise.
His calloused hand brushing your cheek as his eyes met yours. And in that moment, you knew there was no place youâd rather be than here, with him, wrapped up in the intensity of his love.
"Always." You whispered back to him.
He felt satisfied with that as he pushed deeper into you.
You couldn't speak words anymore by the end of that.
The world was cold from the snowing echoes, but you were warm.
Warm in the pleasure of the husband you loved the most.
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epilogue
The room was still bathed in the soft glow of the bedside lamp, your breathing finally steady after what had been a Christmas evening full of all sorts of intimacy and bright warm laughter.
Fushiguro Toji, ever the opportunist, propped himself up on one elbow, the smirk on his face practically devilish as his fingers began tracing patterns on your bare shoulder.
âYou know, babe.â he started, his voice low and teasing, âIâm thinking Santa deserves a little overtime bonus for all his hard work tonight.â
You turned your head, arching a brow as you caught the glint in his eye. âOvertime? Didnât we just finish the main shift? Both last night and tonight?â
âOh, Iâve got plenty of energy left, babe.â he murmured, leaning in to nip playfully at your ear. âThe question is⊠do you?â
You opened your mouth to reply, maybe to tease him back, but the sound of soft footsteps in the hallway made you both freeze. Your eyes darted toward the door, which creaked open just enough to reveal a mop of messy black hair and the outline of a sleepy little boy clutching his favorite stuffed animal.
âMom? Dad?â Megumiâs voice was tiny, wobbling just enough to tug at your heartstrings. âI had a nightmareâŠâ
Toji let out a low groan, his head dropping onto your shoulder as he muttered, âOf course you did, kid. Of course you did.â
âShush!â you hissed, elbowing him lightly before sitting up and pulling the blanket around yourself. âCome here, sweetheart.â you said softly, patting the edge of the bed.
Megumi shuffled in, his little feet barely making a sound as he climbed up onto the bed and wriggled his way into the space between you and Toji. He immediately buried his face against your side, his stuffed animal squished between the two of you.
âWhat happened, bud?â you asked, stroking his charcoal hair gently.
âThere was a big, scary monsterâŠâ Megumi mumbled, his voice muffled against your side. âIt chased me, and it almost got me.â
You looked at your husband who sighed back at you. Toji pushed himself up onto one elbow, running a hand through his disheveled hair, looking towards his little son.
âA monster, huh?â he asked, his tone light but laced with mock seriousness. âDid it look like a giant turkey? âCause I told you eating all that stuffing was a risky move.â
Megumi pulled his face away just long enough to glare at his dad, his little brow furrowed in unimpressed indignation. âNo, Dad.â he said with a hint of exasperation. âIt wasnât a turkey. It was scary!â
âScarier than me?â Toji teased, flexing his arm dramatically as if that would somehow settle the matter.
You shot him a look, biting back a laugh. âToji, love. Please.â you warned softly, shaking your head.
âOkay, okay.â Toji relented, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Megumiâs hair. âListen, kid, no monsters are getting past me. You know that, right? They take one look at your old man and run for the hills.â
Megumiâs little body relaxed against you, his small hand clutching tightly at your shirt. âPromise?â he whispered.
Toji ruffled his hair. âPromise. Now get some sleep. Youâve got another day of playing with all those presents tomorrow, and I donât want to hear any complaints about being too tired.â
Megumi let out a sleepy little hum of agreement, his breathing evening out as he drifted off within minutes. Toji flopped back onto his pillow with a long sigh, glancing at you out of the corner of his eye.
âSo, what do you think? Nightmare slayer and round-two initiator all in one night? Iâm a man of many talents.â
You smirked, leaning over to plant a quick kiss on his cheek. âYouâre also a man with a very tired wife and a son snoring between us. Maybe tomorrow, Toji.â
Toji groaned dramatically, throwing an arm over his face. âTomorrow? Iâm not getting any younger over here.â
You rolled your eyes, stifling a laugh as you settled back down, pulling the blanket up over the three of you. âGoodnight, Santa.â you teased, nudging him lightly.
Toji huffed but couldnât suppress the faint smile tugging at his lips as he turned to wrap an arm protectively over both you and Megumi. He looked at you both warmly.
âYeah, yeah. Merry Christmas to me." he muttered, his voice soft and warm. And despite his earlier grumbling, you could feel the contentment radiating from him.
For Fushiguro Toji, there was no better gift than thisâhis family, safe and sound, wrapped in the warmth of a love heâd never stop cherishing. Life was great.
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â WHAT HAPPENS WHEN TWO YAKUZA HEIRS ARE FIGHTING OVER WHO GETS TO MARRY YOU ?? â
⧠pairing: yakuza!satoru gojo x f!reader x yakuza!suguru geto
⧠summary: you had no patience for the yakuza lifestyle your grandfather had -- you wanted to live a normal life, but when it leaks that your grandfather is in talks to have you engaged to one of two yakuza heirs -- you realize you're in deeper than you thought -- especially when they both fall in love with you.
⧠warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, fluff, inspired / dialogue / scene concepts taken from the manga âyakuza fiance,â (which the fic is named after), reader's age is ambiguous, but all are 20s+, violence (as expected from mafia / yakuza stories), blood, stsg have tattoos, implied satosugu (just a passing mention of dating briefly), stsg have sadomasochistic tendencies, a little ooc, switch! gojo (very sub gojo), switch! geto, oral (f + m), deepthroating, handjob (m), fingering (f! receiving), double penetration, sex (p in v), creampie, poly relationship implied ending,
⧠wc: 18,476
âI donât want to marry either of you,âÂ
And your statement is met with confused stares â and normally stares like this wouldnât be terrifying to the average person, but these were not average men you were dealing with.Â
Satoru Gojo and Suguru Geto were anything but average â in many ways.Â
Both were incredibly handsome â Satoru was blessed with a piercing blue gaze of the heavens and snow white locks that could stun any person into silence, and Suguru was no slouch either â with long inky black locks tied into a neat bun and his sharp features and his almost all too alluring smile â the two of them looked like they belonged to a modeling agency. Both were also brilliant, attending one of the best high schools in Tokyo, before going to the best university, leading in their respective specialities (Satoru studying physics, while Suguru chose literature).Â
And, the two were both the heirs to two of the most dangerous Yakuza families in all of Japan.Â
But right now, they are your biggest problems, personified.Â
Their families were both vying for your hand in marriage â thanks to your meddling grandfather who shipped you off to Tokyo to get a would-be Yakuza husband â your yakuza family hoping to broker peace after decades upon decades of fighting with one of the other two biggest yakuza families around â the Gojo and Geto families respectively.Â
âExcuse me?â Suguru speaks first, a single eyebrow raised, arms crossed over his crisp white button up.Â
âIâm not here for this yakuza bullshit. Iâm trying to live my own life â and Iâm not in the mood to get swept along in my grandfatherâs wishes for me to get married,â your hand is in your bag, fingers curled around your collapsible metal pole, âand I donât care to know either of you, I donât really care to stick around you â especially because all its earned me is the disdain of all the other students who have crushes on you â so how about we simply tolerate each other for this year?âÂ
Satoru whistles, âhow disappointing,â his eyes raking over you from head to toe, âyouâre worse than your reputation â we heard you were a stuck-up, spoiled rich girl that would do anything to get her way, but turns out youâre just normal,â he sticks out his tongue and makes a gagging noise, âhow boring,âÂ
âTruly tiresome,â Suguru hums, his bangs falling in his dark gaze, âI was looking forward to a woman who could match up to us â maybe fuck me up, punish me, and strip away my dignity â type of girl whoâd ruin my life, do you understand?âÂ
You stare at him, lips parted, brow furrowed, âWhat?âÂ
âIn other words, we were hoping you were much more interesting than you were â as you are now, youâre just useless,â Satoru sighs dramatically, his pink lips curled in a smile, âbor-inggggg,âÂ
âYou might as well go back to Osaka, or wherever it was you came from,â Suguru shrugs, hands in his pockets, as he pulls a cigarette and a lighter, âyou could stay, but as it stands, you would be better off back home â maybe it would even start a war â that could be fun, Satoru,â he remarks, his grin growing more sinister by the minute, as he places the cigarette between his lips, and lighting it.Â
âLetâs actually not be so hasty, Suguru. She could have some use,â he holds out his fingers to frame you between them, âcould be worth something if we have her work at one of our families clubs â selling her body. She could make some use for us,â he says cruelly, âOtherwise, go back home, and let them know weâre the ones not interested in you,â he says, brushing past you along with Suguru.Â
And you couldnât decide which one of their smiles were the most bone chilling â and why you couldnât quite find your voice in that moment. And you didnât â not until you finally reached home, your phone ringing.Â
âHowâs it going, dear granddaughter?â you could hear the grin of the old coot even over the phone â and how could you tell him you wanted to go home now? You had hoped to go there to give two rejections â not earn two of your own. You hoped to stick out the year before leaving this place behind, if only to appease your grandfather.Â
âIâm fine, but I thinkâŠI think Iâm homesick,â you sit on the edge of your bed, hunched over, hand holding your head up, propped against your knee.Â
âWhyâs that? Did something happen?âÂ
âNothing, I justââÂ
âYouâre not coming back home,â and your hopes fall, âone year, you have to stay one year no matter what. Donât care if you have to fight with every bone in your body and fiber of your being â last a year,âÂ
âBut whyââÂ
âMake those boys fall for you, and then break their hearts, heh â your grandfather is a heartbreaker and I know you can do the same,â and you know his lips are curled in a smile not too dissimilar to the two men you met today, âdonât forget where you come from â and what youâre worth,â and he cuts the line, as you stare at your phone, before tossing it away and lying back.Â
Well, you know what you had to do.Â
~~~
âMorning,â you know whereâd they be â the only free period they had together that they spent in the dining hall with their entourage â including some girls who had been harassing you about how you knew the pair â ones you had suspected in fucking with your locker, smearing mud all over your shoes. A small retaliation for capturing their precious crushesâ attention.
The two heirs only stare for a moment â it had been two weeks since they had seen you, âthought I had gone home?âÂ
âSurprised you didnât,â Suguru remarks, utterly disinterested from the look in his eyes, despite the smile plastered on his lips, âguess I lost the bet, Satoru,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow at Satoru, âyou thought Iâd stay?âÂ
âThought you'd stay to take me up on my offer to sell your body,â he holds out his hand as Suguru slaps a stack of bills in his palm, âdid you?âÂ
âI did actually,â your lips curl, as their gazes slide to one another, before you drop a bag on their table, âone kidney, 5,000,000 yen,â and you take delight in the smiles that slide off their expressions, as they stare at you, Satoru looking over the lip of the bag before you knocked it over and let the stacks of money spill over the table, âit took two weeks since it took a while to arrange and recover, but it was well worth it,âÂ
The pair only can stare â expression unreadable and words seemingly stolen from their mouths, as you only smiled down at them, your gaze digging into their faces like daggers.
Suguruâs eyebrows knit together, âHow did youââÂ
âFriend of a friend,â you shrug, âIâll have to be on a low sodium diet and probably do blood work a little more frequently but you were right about one thing â I was being weak,â you lift up your shirt to show the bandage on your side, their eyes wide, as they can only stare, âI wonât be making that mistake again,âÂ
And you place your foot up on their table, leaning in, as the mask slips from your face, and your anger surges forth, âlisten here, you masochistic fuckers, Iâm not scared of either one of you. I donât care if I have to crawl home choking on my own blood, Iâll be sure youâre choking on each otherâs as I drag you both to hell. Iâm staying here, whether either of you like it or not,âÂ
âYou canât talk to them like thatââ one of the girls pipes up, her lips twisted in a frown.Â
âI can talk to them however I want - do you know who I am? I come from a family just like thereâs but we actually know how to cover up our crimes,â you chuckle, head tilting, âdo you know how easy itâd be to get rid of you two?â Your gaze slides to the other girl, âitâd be all too simple â and trust me, Iâd get my hands dirty if itâs the two of you,â your lips curl into a wide grin as you add, âafter all, you guys did me the favor of dirtying my shoes already,âÂ
And the two blanch white, all indignance replaced with genuine fear â and you had never known someone could look at you as someone to be feared.Â
And you didnât know you would like it so much.Â
You staple the smile on your face again, as the two heirs still sit speechless in their seats, eyes glued to you, âWell thatâs all,â you slide back, âI have to head to classââÂ
But then your wrists are caught â pulling you back, as you find yourself pinned on either side by the two heirs, your body tense, before your gaze slides between them, âWhat?âÂ
âMarry me,â they both say simultaneously â and you gape at them.Â
You are pushing them back, palms pressed against their chests, but find yourself met with two immovable objects, instead trying to squirm out of their grips. âWhat?â And their grips loosen enough for you to take a step back, but their hands remain around your wrists.Â
âI have to have you,â Suguru presses a chaste kiss to the back of your hand, dark gaze lidded as he looks up at you, and a shiver climbs up your spine, âIâve never been so terrified or turned on in my life â it must be love,âÂ
Satoru is the same, mesmerized with eager words, âI want you to do what you promised, Princess â ruin my life,â Satoruâs lips curled in a wide grin, âwant you to completely fuck me up, dominate my entire life â and thereâs only one way to do that, marry me,âÂ
Suguru only scowls at Satoru, âYou know Satoru, itâs very rude to propose after your best friend does,â Suguruâs gaze slides to him, âsheâs mine,â and his other hand finds your shoulder, pulling you against his chest, even as you struggle against their grips, âher family reached out to mine first,âÂ
âFuckers, I swear to god, let me goââ but they act as if they canât hear you, a current of possessiveness sweeping their thoughts away.Â
âSo what? Her family decided to ask for my hand â looks like yours wasnât good enough,â Satoru only grins, pulling you against him instead, his breath warming your flushed skin, as you grimace, âand Iâd make her happier than you ever would.âÂ
âWant to take this outside, Satoru?â Suguruâs glare sent chills down your spine, but Satoruâs lips split into a smile so wide, you were afraid his head would crack in two.Â
âWhy? Feeling lonely? Go by yourself,â
And finally you stomp on Satoruâs foot before elbowing Suguru in the stomach, drawing groans from both boys, as you stumble away from them, whirling to face them, âDonât treat me like your goddamn property or that Iâm a prize to be won,â your words slip like venom from your lips, âdonât ever fucking touch me without asking,âÂ
âOf course, weâre sorry,â Suguru only grins after, holding his stomach, but he still looks all too delighted, âyou should reprimand us like the scum we are, isnât that right Satoru?âÂ
Satoru nods, pouting, âYeah we deserve more of a punishment,â and your skin crawls at their eagerness.Â
âI donât know what the fuck is wrong with you two, but I donât want anything to do with it,â you walk away, hiding your dumbstruck expression, but the two only followed you.Â
âYou canât just walk away from us, you have to decide who you want,â Suguru calls after you, their long strides meant they caught up all too fast, and youâre armed with your collapsible pole now, pointing it at both of them.Â
âTwo minutes ago, both of you thought I was normal and boring,â your eyes narrow â was this another plot to just sell you to some club?Â
âAnd Iâm sorry about that sweetheart,â Satoruâs arm is around your waist again, while Suguruâs fingers intertwined with yours, âwe were clearly wrong â and you have to take responsibility,âÂ
You stare at them, âfor what?âÂ
And heâs leaning to whisper in your ear, âIâm so hard for you right now,â And youâre whirling on them with the pole, but they both expertly dodge your assault, before youâre hurrying away. But they let you go, watching after you with a grin.Â
âThis is going to be fun,â Suguru remarks, looking at his best friend, âI canât guarantee I wonât kill you for her hand,âÂ
Satoru only smirks in reply, âYou stole the words out of my mouth, Suguru.âÂ
~~~
It had been a week â a week of you trying skillfully to evade the two yakuza heirs.Â
And you had failed. No matter how fast you left your classes, where you hid, where you sat â the two always found you. And now you have resorted to sitting outside to eat your lunch, being careful to avoid any stray glance of your presence. You sat, back against the building, as you held your head, bento box in your lap â how long until they would get the message? How long until they figured out you wanted nothing to do with them?Â
Your grandpa had told you to make them fall for you, but you didnât think you had too much more to do with how the two were following you around, dogging your every step.Â
How would you last another year?Â
You opened your bento â at least for once, you could enjoy your lunch without one of themâÂ
âThere you are,â and your lunch nearly goes tumbling out of your lap, but you grasp it, keeping your food from spilling out of your bento, and you turn to meet the gaze of Suguru, leaning against the windowsill, âyouâre a fast one, sweetheart,â his head tilted and lips curled in his signature smile.Â
âHow the fuck did you find me so fast?â you stare at him, brow furrowed, âitâs barely been five minutes, and this campus is huge,âÂ
âItâs the power of love, of course,â you cringe, and he laughs, bringing his knuckles to his lips, âoh rather, itâs the power of the tracking device I slipped in your bag,âÂ
And you blink, âYou what?âÂ
He shrugs, âWell how else would I have found you so quickly? Iâll slip it in your shoe next time,â and he sighs, as you dig through your bag, before turning it upside down and letting your things spill out on the grass, âbesides, thereâs a good reason Iâm tracking you,â and you find the tracker before stomping on it, digging your heel into it, crushing it into the dirt, âthereâs been a kidnapping of another Yakuza heiress,âÂ
And your eyes flit to him, and heâs still smiling at you, âWho?â you continue to collect your things, shaking out textbooks and examining your things for any other hidden trackers.Â
âYouâll learn tonight â come to the compound tonight â youâve been formally invited by both my father and Satoruâs father,â and heâs hopping out of the window, fingers brushing yours as he hands you your pencil case, and heâs all too close now, his warm breath warming your lips.Â
âAnd if I refuse?â and his lips curl in a smirk.Â
âYouâd be offending not only my family, but Satoruâs as wellââ and heâs rising to his feet, offering you a hand, âand it might end in an all out war, but that would be just fine for us â would it for you?âÂ
You glare at him, taking his hand reluctantly, as he helps you to your feet, and you brush the dirt from your skirt and legs, âFine, what time?âÂ
âAfter school, Satoru will be waiting by the gates for you,â he smiles, as he settles next to you, pulling out his own lunch, and you tilt your head, âoh are you curious about me? I have my own business to attend to,âÂ
âIs that what the other bastard is up to?â and he chuckles at that, taking a bite of his food.Â
âSomething like that.âÂ
~~~~
âTook you long enough, pretty,â the Gojo heirâs eyes drag over you like spotlights as he leans against the gate outside, the other students staring as you two speak, whispering as they walk by, slowing down to either catch a longer glance at Satoru or hear a bit of your conversation, âwith being so quick to leave for lunch, I thought youâd be just as quick leaving the building,â and heâs offering you a drink from the vending machine that you reluctantly take.Â
âWell, I wasnât exactly looking forward to being a spectacle,â you grumble, as you power walk away from the burgeoning traffic jam that Satoru was causing, and he follows behind, âwhy do they all stare anyway? They know you're a yakuza, donât they?âÂ
âPart of the draw,â he shrugs, the hiss of his own soda filling the air as he pops it open, âeveryone wants what they canât have, but donât worry, I only have eyes for you, sweetheart,â you grimace as he sips at his soda, raising an eyebrow, âso what canât you have?âÂ
You both finally reach the heart of the city, bustling with people left and right â the one thing you couldnât get used to from the quieter life you led, âSome peace and quiet, apparently,â you adjust your bag on your shoulder in a tighter grip, if only you could lose him in this crowd and be done with all this shit, but it wasnât that simple, and then it occurs to you, âdid you put a tracker on me as well?âÂ
âNah, I just used Suguruâs,â he smiles, as he downs the rest of his drink with his head thrown back, before crushing the can in his hand and tossing it away in the recycling bin nearby, âplus, I didnât have time, been busy with other things, unfortunately,âÂ
âWhat things have youââÂ
And youâre suddenly tugged into an alleyway, an arm around your neck and a hand clamped over your mouth, âDonât struggle, it will only make it more difficult for you,â the man whispers in your ear, as another two men draw closer to your sides, âweâll kill you if you do,âÂ
You canât scream, but you donât need to â because the man who grabbed you screams first.Â
âWho the fuck areââ and he screams, his hands slipping from your side, the thump of his body against the pavement making you flinch, as you slowly turn to find Gojo, as he only glares at the other men, before his gaze slides to you, softening with a smile.Â
âSweetheart, itâs okay, come here,â and you swallow, before taking shaky steps to his side, and heâs pulling you behind him, âwait here,âÂ
It happens far too quickly.
Or maybe itâs just a blur now. Because now heâs beaten the three men into submission, their scarlet blood splattering against his uniform, the wet squelch of their flesh as he punches and kicks them, his shoe digging into their sides. He winds his fist back again.Â
âThatâs enough,â you say hoarsely, swallowing thickly, âtheyâre barely alive,âÂ
âMore than they deserve,â he mutters, before sighing and grabbing one by his shirt, fabric straining against the dead weight of the man, and pulls him close, his hand connecting with his face as he slaps him awake, âYou hear me? Listen,â he shakes him, until the manâs eyes blink open, bleary, âYou see me? Donât forget my face. You touch her again â and itâs the last thing youâll see before the afterlife, got that?âÂ
âYes,â the man slurs.Â
âThatâs my girl,â he jerks his head at you, âsheâs mine and if you or any of your stupid friends or family see her, donât talk or touch her, much less even look at her,â and his lips curl again, âor I promise my family and the Geto family will slaughter you â until thereâs nothing left.â and he drops the man onto the ground, âletâs go,â he mutters, shaking the blood off his knuckles, before using the inside of his uniform jacket to wipe the rest off.Â
âYour uniform, it'sââ and he glances at the blood seeping into the fabric of his jacket and crisp shirt, and youâre digging through your bag, âI have my hand towel and someââ and heâs shaking his head.Â
âI have a sweatshirt I can wear in my bag,â and heâs tugging off his uniform jacket and unbuttoning his shirt, and you canât look away fast enough â not before seeing the tattoo littering his back.Â
A large lion against his back, seemingly roaring, against a backdrop of bamboo, stared back at you, as your breath catches in your throat â he wasnât just a spoiled heir, he was a real yakuza. And what he did to those men â his eyes met yours again, as he tugged the sweatshirt on, lips still in that ridiculous smile â it was likely the least of what he could really do to them.Â
âOh, sorry, guess I never told ya,â he pulls the orange sweatshirt down, pulling a pair of sunglasses on, and your horrified expression in the circular black rims stare back at you, âsorry for scaring you, sweetheart,âÂ
âYouâre reallyââ you cut off, heart caught in your throat. Yeah, you had spent too much of your life surrounded by men covered in tattoos, but these two â their auras â were on another level that was simply â terrifying.Â
âA yakuza?â he finishes, peering at you over the rim of his sunglasses, âSurprised it took you this long to figure out â thought you had that pieced together a while ago â what? I assume your family shielded you from that kind of violence â probably had guards on you 24/7 so no one would mess with you. Well you arenât in Osaka anymore,â his fingers intertwined with yours, his larger hand engulfing yours as he tugs you along away from the alley, the faint groans of the men disappearing into the ambient noise of the city, âStay close, princess.âÂ
And you flushed, biting your lip. There was a lot you didnât know, but you knew you better learn â you spare one glance back at the alley â and quick.Â
~~~
You both arrive back to the compound, as youâre funneled into a room, you get a glimpse of Suguru in an adjacent hallway, his clothes as bloodied as Satoruâs was, if not more. His dark eyes catch yours and his lips curl, as he holds his hand up as a greeting, mouthing, âYo,âÂ
Youâre shepherded away to sit, and soon enough, Satoru and Suguru join you, as you fidget in the middle of the room, the three of you sit on cushions, while another cushion directly in front of you. Your fingers can't help but toy with the ribbon on the front of your uniform â what if this was just a ruse to sell you off? Maybe they even found out about you selling your kidney? Anxiety swirled in your mind, dragging down your body to even the tips of your toes, your body buzzing and stinging with thoughts.Â
âThis really is just a talk to discuss the missing Yakuza heiress,â Suguru cuts through your thoughts, as you stare at him, slack jawed, and he only shrugs, leaning back against his hands flat on the floor, âyouâre not hard to read, sweetheart,âÂ
âBesides, if we wanted to kill you, why not let you die in that alleyway?â Satoru chimes in, ever so helpful, as you glare at him, before his gaze slides to Suguru, âdid you take care of that like I asked, Suguru?â and he nods, and before you can ask a question, the door slides open.Â
Instead of the heads of the household, a yakuza comes in, sunglasses stare back at you, his dark brown hair slicked back, shaved on the sides of his head, as he stared down at the three of you, âThe heads wonât be able to make it to this meeting â something has come up,âÂ
âYaga, good to see you,â Suguru chirps, while Satoru only sighs, hands behind his head.Â
âGlad to see you havenât gotten yourself killed since youâve been away, old manââ and Satoru earns a fist to his head, âow!âÂ
âKeep it up and youâll get something worse than a whack to the head,â Yaga grumbles, taking his seat, âyou must be the girl,â he eyes you up and down, âIâll get straight to the point â the Akazawa heiress is missing. Sheâs assumed to be kidnapped,â he hands you a photo of her â shoulder length black hair, her eyes look past the camera, her head tilted downwards, but her hazel eyes pierce through the picture.Â
âHow long has she been gone?â Suguru asks, âany chance that she just ran off?âÂ
âThereâs a chance sheâs been sold off for a couple hundred thou,â Satoru remarks, crossing his arms, âpeople would pay a premium for a yakuza heiress,â and his eyes slide to you, and you glare back.Â
âWe donât know â maybe she ran off, maybe sheâs been sold, maybe thereâll be a ransom coming in at one point or another, or maybe sheâs deadââ and you bite your lip, âbut we canât take the risk, especially since we have a similar heiress under our care now,â Yaga says, crossing his arms with a hefty sigh, âthat being said, youâll be staying at the compound until further noticeâ your things have already been brought here,â you gape at him, mouth nearly hanging open, âand youâll have Satoru or Suguru with you at all times â their schedules have been rearranged to have class with you,âÂ
âButââ and Yaga shoots a look at you that silences your protests.Â
âThese orders came from the three heads, including your grandfather, would you like to defy them?â And your mouth clamps shut, your head falling.Â
âNo, sir,â Yaga rises, leaving, but not before ordering the two heirs to show you where youâll be staying, âand any real threats to you appear, and your classes will be made online and you will remain under guard in the compound,â Yaga adds before disappearing behind another door.Â
âIt wonât be that bad, Princess,â Suguru grins, as they walk you to your room, ânow we can really get to know each other before weâre married,âÂ
âDonât you mean before weâre married?â Satoru says, as Suguru only smiles back at him.Â
âI would rather not marry you, Satoru, dating you for a week was enoughââ and Satoru opens his mouth to reply.Â
âIâm not marrying either of you,â you rub your head, feeling the beginnings of a headache creeping on your temples â you barely could make it through the day with enduring the amount of insanity these two already inflicted, you were sure youâd murder one or both of them if you had to spend 24/7 with them, âwe should be keeping a low profile from now on, not going outââÂ
âExcept for the dates we have planned,â Satoru says, offering you the key to your room, and you unlock the door, stepping inside.Â
âEspecially not for those.â And you slam the door shut and lock it.Â
Your eyes take in the boxes that surround you, full of the things from your apartment, and sigh.Â
Fuck, this really was your life now, wasnât it?Â
~~~
âWhy are you staring at me?â you canât ignore Suguruâs stare in the subway, even when you refuse to meet it. The light from the windows flooded into the subway, flickering as the carts sped by, as the two of you hung onto the grab handles. Your usual peaceful ride to university was now impeded by Suguru who stood by your side, his eyes seemingly glued to you.Â
âI see that your left side is slower to respond than your right,â and you shift under his gaze, âthatâs why your bag is always on your left side, so you can spot a threat easier and have a stronger grip, smart,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, âHow did you figure that out?âÂ
He shrugs, âFrom observation â I also move a little slower on my left â I even blink slower,â and you face him, staring into his eyes, trying to notice any difference between the two eyes. The only thing you could see is how pretty they really were â dark and lidded, not as bright or striking as Satoruâs, but just as mysterious.Â
âI canât tell,â you tilt your head, and he only smiles.Â
âThere isnât a difference, but I got you to stare into my eyes, didnât I?â and you glower at him, your remark cut off by the influx of people flooding into the cart. Fuck, you never had seen it this full before. You forced yourself not to cringe under the tight quarters â you could handle this, it wasnât a big deal, even as the people sandwiched themselves all around you, anxiety biting at your nerves. And then youâre knocked around by the crowd as the cart jerks, but then, Suguru is pulling you lightly so your back is pressed against a wall and heâs caging you in, his body protecting you.Â
Your breath catches â heâs so close, âYou donât have toââ and your gazes meet again, your breath catching, your bag caught between your bodies. Heâs nearly pressed against you, the heat from his form seeps into your own. And he smells good, despite the sticky heat of the summer lingering â something musky but sharp at the same time â what was that scent?Â
âYou seemed uncomfortable,â he says, his hand holding onto the grab handle above, âthis seemed like the easiest solution, especially so I can protect you â it would be much easier to shield you with my body this way,âÂ
âShut up,â you grumble, as he chuckles, before youâre sighing, âIâm not used to taking the subway â I used to have a car that took me back and forth,â you chew your lip, âI didnât want you to think I couldnât take care of myself,âÂ
âMakes sense to have you driven â as a yakuza heiress, they wanted precautions,â Suguru nods, his eyes sliding around the cart, âyou never know,âÂ
âIs that why your eyes keep scanning the subway cart?â you raise an eyebrow.Â
And his lips curl, âI did say Iâd protect you with my life, didnât I?âÂ
âDid you mean that?â
A chuckle escaped his lips, a noise that makes your breath catch, as the cart jerks again, pressing you both even closer, âI never say anything that I donât mean, princess.âÂ
~~~
âIs following me around really necessary even after classes?â you hadnât bothered to pull your usual disappearing act â it was counterproductive in multiple ways (the first being that either of them would find you and the second being you had to be glued to one of their sides at all times), âitâs not like someone is going jump from the shadows and kidnap me on campus.âÂ
âYou donât know that for sure, do you, princess?â Satoru drawls lazily, as he twirls his dinner knife around his fingers with a skill that said heâd done it a million times before â probably instead of doing the thing he was supposed to be doing, âa man comes up behind you while youâre studying or shopping, presses a weapon or gun to your side, just out of view, and heâs got the perfect hostage,âÂ
You raise an eyebrow, âYou sound like youâve done it before,â and the knife stops between his middle finger and pointer, the tip pointed at you, as he looks at you over the rim of his sunglasses.Â
âDonât get jealous, sweetheart, youâre the only girl Iâd want to kidnap,â he leans forward and swipes a mochi from your plate â even though he had already ate his own â and you scoff, as you turn your attention back to your neglected dessert, choosing to use your brain cells to focus on your food instead of this psycho.Â
âHow lucky,â you mutter, as you stab your remaining mochi instead of your escort, âdo the two of you have to take shifts like this? Iâm surprised the two of you arenât glued to my sides 24/7 together,âÂ
âWe thought it was only fair the two of us split our time â and as much as Iâd like to spend each and every hour with you, we both unfortunately have other responsibilities to tend to,â and he takes a bite of the mochi, âplus, this way, we get to spend time with you alone without the other interfering, and trust me, if I saw you with Suguru,â his lips curl, âIâd interfere,âÂ
âWell you donât have to be worried about that, because I donât plan on being with either one of you,â you reply, âIâm here to finish school and go home as soon as I can,âÂ
âYou wonât be saying that once I make you fall for me,âÂ
You get to your feet, as you pull out your wallet â but Satoru waves you off, already pulling out his card for the waiter, âYouâd have a better chance making me fall for you if you tripped me,â you roll your eyes, as you round the booth, and quick as a light, you trip right into his arms, your body bumping against his chest as his arms steady you. A hand tilts your face up to meet cerulean eyes filled with mirth, âdid you tripââÂ
And then you spot the chair leg you had tripped over oh-so-gratefully, âI donât need to resort to those measures to make you fall for me, princess,â his finger traces your jaw with a featherlight touch, âI have plenty of other ways to do that,âÂ
You get to your feet properly and shove him away, as he chuckled, as you rolled your eyes, âMaybe in your twisted dreams, butââ And Satoru is tugging you away from the booth â a tight arm around you waist, as you stammer, âwhat the fuck are youââÂ
âGuyâs been following you â just spotted him from a distance,â he murmurs, and your shoulders tense, resisting the urge to look back, âjust keep walking with me, donât worry,â his arm gently squeezed you, âwonât let anything happen to you, princess,âÂ
âDonât call me that,â you murmur, as he leads you back inside the closest building, âwhere are weââ and heâs pulling out his phone, texting several people.Â
âGetting us a ride in case I need to get you to safety, and letting Suguru know of the situation,â he offers you a small grin, âI could send you back, but that would be that and you will be on lockdown. Things might be getting a little more interesting from here â so itâs your choice, will you stay or go?âÂ
You considered your choices â you could run away from this, go back to the compound, but going back was a guarantee that you would be stuck 24/7 in the compound and stuck there for the remainder of your time here. And these two would take full advantage of that. Plus, your mind wandered to the girl who had been taken â you wanted to know more about what happened to her and why you were being targeted next.Â
âLetâs go,â and his lips curl. The two of you round several street corners, Satoruâs arm remains tight around your waist, as he leads to a more and more secluded corner of the city, âis this the right move?â your hand wanders into your pocket, fingers around your collapsible pole.Â
He sighs dramatically, âDo you have such little faith in me, sweetheart?âÂ
âConsidering the two of you are insane, yes, I do,â and he clicks his tongue at you, âwhereââÂ
And someone punches you, fist connecting with your left cheek as you stumble sideways into the wall of a nearby building. You hear the cock of a gun, your eyes catch sight of the weapon pointed at Satoru. You caught a glimpse as your eyes flicker open, several men stand behind him, all bearing weapons of some sort.Â
Your ears ring, as you clutch at your head, as you struggle to get your balance, your vision in your left eye blurry from the impact, âCome with me, and your girlfriend wonât have to watch you die,â you feel something warm run down your nose, and you touch it â scarlet stains your fingers.Â
Fuck.Â
Your eyes flicker back to where Satoru stands, eyes flickering to you, a shiver running down your spine at his hard gaze â not a hint of euphoria left â his lips a thin line, and his fists clenched, âIâll fucking kill you,â his words leave in a whispered hiss, and quick as lightning, the gun is knocked from his fingers, and Satoruâs got him pinned down, fist winding back to punch his head in. The other men donât hesitate to join the fray, just as Satoru doesnât hesitate to take them down, blood spilling from their bodies as they fall one by one.Â
You said you would be stronger â that you wouldnât let this happen again. You werenât some person who needed to be sheltered away. Your fingers clutched at the pole in your pocket, pulling it out, as you slowly uncollapsed it â you were a yakuza heir, just as much as these two were.Â
One of them got up to shaky feet, lifting up his knife to stab Satoru from behind, âDIE!â and you slam into his side, hitting over the head with the pole â a grisly crack as the pole nearly snaps against his skull.Â
âFuck off and die!â the words leave your lips as you taste your own blood dripping from your nose. And you can feel Satoru turn to see you, eyes wide as he stares â your words burn as much as your head hurts, as you wipe the blood from your nose.Â
And the men are all down now, as Satoru walks over to you, and his fingers reach gently for your face, as he examines the blood dripping, âitâs just a nosebleed,â you say, and his gaze softens ever so slightly, before darkening, as a groan comes from the man that punched you.Â
âAre you sure youâre okay?â your heart flutters at his gentle touch, the calluses of his fingers against your cheek, as he pulls tissues from his pocket to wipe the blood from your nose.Â
And his eyes linger on your face for a moment, before he turns to the culprit, fingers clenched tightly around the napkin soaked in your blood.Â
He drags the man up by the collar, shaking him, a gurgled groan leaving his bloody lips, âYou might want to go, sweetheart â I have to make sure I let this one die for ever laying a hand on my womanââ and you clasp your hand on his shoulder, shaking your head.Â
âHeâs half dead already â you donât need to finish the job,â and he pouts, shaking the man again for good measure.Â
âYou said he should dieââÂ
You shrug, âPeople like this arenât worth the trouble of killing. And you donât need more problems on your hands â so if youâre doing this for me, donât bother. Letâs just go,âÂ
And you see his lips slowly curl into a grin, as he pulls you into a hug, arms around you waist, as he runs his fingers through your hair gingerly, âI didnât realize you cared, sweetheart,â and you frown, âdonât want me getting in more trouble, huh? If itâs for you, Iâll oblige, but you owe me one,â and his fingers slide under your chin.Â
âOi, is the party over without me?â A familiar voice calls, Suguru walks over, several other Yakuza in tow, his sleeves rolled up, as he takes a once over of the situation, seemingly uninterested in the scum, his eyes falling on you and Satoru, lingering on the blood that still was trickling from your nose. His eyes narrowed, âwhich oneââÂ
âItâs already taken care of, Suguru,â Satoru rubs the back of his head, âbut for your information,â he kicks the one who had punched you in his side, forcing him to roll over, a slight groan escaping his lips, âthatâs the one who hurt her,âÂ
Suguru nodded, stepping over the bodies as if it was nothing more than a spill that had been yet to be cleaned up, as his hand brushes over your chin softly, drawing close, a sharp gasp leaving your lips when his fingers decide to travel to your nose, âItâs not broken, just bleeding, but I should still get her checked out at the compound,âÂ
âYou?â Satoru furrows his brow, âyouâre going to leave meââÂ
âTo clean up your own mess? Yes, I am,â Suguru smiles, âbecause itâs my turn to keep watch,â as he shows his watch, already well past midnight, âand I should be getting her back to the compound,â the two glare at each other, a tension settling over the scene that you were far too done with.Â
You sigh, stepping past both of them, walking over the bodies splayed out on the floor, âLet me know when you both decide,â you yawn, hands in your pockets now, âI need sleep,â and Suguru follows behind, and you donât see him turn to smirk at Satoru.Â
~~~~
You swore someone was watching you.Â
A presence loomed over you, hovering slightly, as you shifted in your sleep, a sigh parting your lips as you turned, still caught between in realms of deep sleep as you drifted in and out, eyes fluttering open a moment, and caught sight of a shadow.Â
No, it was nothing. It was nothing. And then youâd wake to sunlight filtering through your windows, eyes fluttering open, but you would still wake with the lingering touch of someone else against your face.Â
But each morning youâd check the locks, and it would be locked, with no signs of tampering â and youâd be left wondering if it was a dream or not.Â
It had been like this for the last week â youâd sense a presence, for a split second of what you thought was consciousness, and then it would be morning again.Â
And finally, you decided to stay awake, a knife you had pilfered away from the kitchen under your pillow. You let your eyes drift shut, drifting in and out of a half sleep, until you hear it.Â
The slow slide of the door opening, and the soft close of the door behind. The person takes nearly soundless steps towards you, before leaning above you and you feel the faint brush of hair against your skin, before leaning back with a quiet sigh.Â
Suguru?
And his fingers slide through your hair softly. He watches over you, quietly, until you turn to face him, eyes open.Â
âYou know itâs really creepy to break into a womanâs room in the middle of the night,â and Suguru blinks, before his lips curl in a small smirk, âand itâs even weirder when you just sit there to watch her sleep,âÂ
âJust trying to make sure youâre safe, sweetheart,âÂ
âIn a locked room?â And he shrugs.Â
âI broke in easily,â and you scoff, as he rakes his own fingers through his hair, âwho else would keep an eye on you?âÂ
You sit up, crossing your arms, âSurprised you and Satoru arenât in here,âÂ
âWe take turns,â and you stare at him, as he leans back against the wall, âall we do is keep watch princess â would you have let us in otherwise?âÂ
You open and shut your mouth, before you find words again amidst the haze of frustration, âIâm not so fucking helpless that you both need to sit here and watch me sleep,â
âWe have been doing this since the threats began nearly and you only noticed recently,â he points out, his eyes catching the faint light of the moon, as cautious and patient as Suguru was â his expression as indiscernible as a new moon was, âand itâs only because Satoru had gotten sloppy,â he shrugs.Â
You rub at your temples, âyouâre not the only one who is a yakuzaââÂ
Suguru tilts his head, âPrincess, you donât know what it means to be one â not even your fingers have never been bloodied, and it should stay that wayââÂ
Your fingers close around the handle of the knife as you lunge at him â you snapped. You were tired â tired of the men in your life running your life â your grandfather, these yakuza heads, and these two idiots â all of them treating you as if you were spineless.Â
And you werenât.Â
His hand darts out â and it happens quickly. The knife clatters against the hardwood, and heâs pinned you underneath him.Â
You glare, embarrassment licks at your cheeks like flames â you had placed your fingers on the stovetop and what were you expecting other than to get burned? You canât meet his gaze, and youâre expecting another lecture or sanctimonious attitude, but instead, his fingers skim your cheek, âYou should pick your battles wisely, sweetheart â because not all of them will let you off the hook,â and he leans close, breath warming your lips, as your eyes canât help but squeeze shut.Â
Only to wince after a sharp flick to your forehead.Â
And his weight leaves you at once, your head turning to find him examining the knife you had stolen, âYou should also choose a better weapon than a kitchen knife â especially one as dull as this one,âÂ
You scowl at him, âWell, how else will I defend myself?âÂ
And he smiles, shrugging, âIsnât it simple? Use the weapons already at your disposal,âÂ
Your brow knots together, âWhat weapons?â And his hand is sliding the door open, as he casts one more glance over his shoulder, lips curled in that insufferable smile.Â
âThe ones sworn to you.âÂ
~~~~Â
âYouâre staying home tomorrow from class,â the thermometer is plucked from between your lips, the white haired yakuza scrutinizing your room, cerulean eyes catching the pile of tissues you had failed to stuff properly in your trash bin, âhow long have you had this, Princess?âÂ
You lay bedridden and pouting as you draw the covers over your face â you had not been feeling well this whole weekend, but you developed a fever last night. You thought it would be gone by the morning, âJust since this morning,â and heâs tugging the covers away, his brow wrinkled, and then you see it, bandages on his forehead, âwhen did you get hit on the head?âÂ
And he blink, fingers running through his hair, âThis? Itâs nothing,â and you raise an eyebrow, âif you must know, itâs just my punishment for taking you into the thick of things the other day,âÂ
Your brow wrinkles, âWhoââÂ
He waves you off, âItâs not important â the important thing is that you get better â canât have my future wife succumbing to the flu, now can I?â And you scoff.Â
âIâm not your future wife,â you mumble, and you hear a small chuckle from him. And then your muscles begin to grow heavy, eyelids fluttering shut under the weight of exhaustion, and your skin feeling far too cold for your burning insides, âGojo, Iâm notââÂ
And you slip into darkness.Â
You can feel the world around you move, the sounds of wind brushing against your skin, and the flicker of lights in your eyes. Your lips part, a desert inside your mouth with no oasis in sight, âwhereââ
A voice quietly shushes you, fingers raking through your hair gently, lulling you back to sleep. Was it your grandfather? No, he never coddled you like this. Not even he had his yakuza to look after. You were expected to care for yourself â- you couldnât show weakness.Â
Not as an heir â even if you were just a kid.Â
And when you do wake for a moment, itâs with some prodding, a voice whispering for you to open your mouth at the press of a medicine cap to your lips, and your eyes flutter open to catch a glimpse of blue eyes â so you do, swallowing it with water.Â
You fall into the arms of sleep again, only waking to your head slightly aching, and a distinct void in your stomach. You reach around blindly for your phone, and find that itâs still Sunday, nearly the evening. Your eyes adjust as your gaze spots the last glimmers of the sunset in the window.Â
How long have you slept? Like four hours? You sighed, slumping back into bed, as you stretched. Your fingers pressed to your forehead, still a slight fever, but it was definitely lower. Maybe you could sleep for a bit longer, and you turn on your side only to find a familiar, not-so familiar sight. Your lips canât help but curl a little. Again there is someone in your room, but instead as your eyes flutter open you see that Satoru has dozed off.
You hold back a chuckle, as you slowly get up, drawing a little closer. His head was against the wall, slightly tilted, soft breaths leaving his lips, arms crossed. He had a prescription medicine next to him along with a water bottle. Your fingers reach for the medicine, and you glance it over â seeing that it was prescribed earlier today for you.Â
Your brows knit together, when did youâand then it comes back to you slowly â the lights, the sound of wind and cars â he drove you to a hospital. And his shoulder starts to slipÂ
And then you reach for him, trying to make sure he didnât hurt himself.Â
Thatâs when he grabs you â his eyes fly open, as he grabs you by the wrist, pulling you close, his hard topaz gaze cuts through you, until it slowly fills with recognition. His fingers digging into your wrist loosen ever so slightly, as he blinks.Â
âSorry about that, sweetheart,â but his fingers donât leave your wrist, âare you feeling better?âÂ
âI am,â you admit, as his other hand reaches up to brush against your forehead and then neck, sending hest crawling up your skin for a different reason.Â
âLooks like the medicine worked,â he sighs, leaning back, âguess I can scratch beating up that doctor off my list,â and you furrow your brow, âit was a joke, Princess,âÂ
âWhy did you take me?â You asked and he tilted his head, âI mean you could have had me looked at here, so why did youââÂ
âAs much as my father pays for these services, they donât work weekends, usually â we do have an on-call physician, but,â he shrugs, as his thumb brushed back and forth against your wrist, right where your pulse was, âI didnât want to wait,âÂ
And your eyes slide to the bandages around his head, âbut you couldnât get that checked out?âÂ
âWorried about me? Iâm touched, Princess,â and your fingers reach for the bandages and brush against his locks, âhey, youââÂ
âItâs coming loose,â you lean over and slide your hands until you find where itâs coming undone and tie it tighter, fingers brushing against his soft locks â noting the undercut you hadnât noticed before, âthere,âÂ
âThank you,â he murmurs, as your eyes meet his and your breath catches, your face an inch or two from his. And he looks different in the dark of the room, illuminated by the last vestiges of sun that were quickly fading into the night â softer.Â
âWhy did you take care of me?â And he blinks a moment, taken aback and he tilts his head, âsomeone else could haveââÂ
âI wanted to,â he cuts you off gently, âwhy would I let someone else do it when I could? It was the least I could do,â and it was your turn to tilt your head, as he adds in a whisper, âI let you get hurt. I should have sent you home,âÂ
âIf you had tried, I would have stayed anyway,â and he chuckles.Â
âI know,â he murmurs, âand I know what itâs like to tough through things as if youâre invincible â as if nothing can touch you â and itâs only a matter of time until it does,â and your fingers brush against the bandages on his head, as you dare closer, less than a breath away.Â
âMaybe I should make you take your own advice,â you whisper, and his lips quirk upwards in a smirk.Â
âIâd love to see you try, Princess,â he adds with a grin, âyou know Iâd love to submit to you anytiââÂ
And you swallow the rest of his sentence with your lips, a chaste brush that leaves your entire body burning for more â a spark to kindling that you told yourself you wouldnât start. But, your lips part his to see his soft gaze meeting your own, before finding your lips again, how could you not?Â
âIâm going to get you sick,â you manage between kisses, lips meeting and parting, as he chuckles against you, a vibration sending a shiver that definitely wasnât from your fever.
âYouâre worth it, Princess,â but he kisses you one last time, noses brushing, before your stomach rumbles loudly in the relative silence of both of your soft pants. You flush, and he canât hold back his laugh, as you smack his shoulder. Â
âShut up, I havenât eaten since breakfast, thanks to someone,â and heâs still laughing as you try to smack him again, but he catches you by the wrist.Â
âDonât forget, I really like it when you punish me,â his lips press to your wrist, your breath catching for a moment before you hit him again on the chest regardless. And he laughs, leaning on his hand, âoh what will I do with you, sweetheart?âÂ
You scowl at him, rolling your eyes, âYou can start by getting me dinner,â you grumble, and he repents, getting to his feet, âSatoru?â And he pauses, eyes flickering back, âthank you,â you manage, biting your lip all the whole, unable to meet his eyes or see the smile on his lips.Â
âAnytime, Princess.âÂ
~~~~
You hadnât seen Suguru or Satoru all week.Â
Once a sought after rarity l, but now a foreboding concern. Satoru had been away on business â you didnât care to know what, but you knew heâd come back only more clingy than ever. You chewed on your lip â especially after the kiss.Â
Fuck. You kissed Satoru, you buried your face in your hands, what the fuck were you doing? Could you use the excuse that your fever had rendered you momentarily insane? No, Satoru would only crack a joke saying that heâs crazy for you too.Â
What was your plan? You were only trying to bide your time for a year â not become further entangledÂ
You lay back on your bed, as you scroll through your phone â but Suguru was a different story. You heard from Satoru that he had returned. Yet now there was some random yakuza checking in each hour â and even worse, keeping you confined to the compound.Â
And a small part of you did worry for them as you tossed your phone aside â those fools may have death wishes but that didnât mean you wished the same.Â
You leave your room, sighing as you explore the compound. You had done your fair share of exploring, but you had never wandered into Suguru or Satoruâs quarters. You had been told by each of them where their rooms were, only for you to glare at them for providing you the implication. But nowâŠmaybe it was useful.Â
You walked through the halls â seemed like most people were away at the moment. When Satoru had captured those people who had attacked you both, there was information learned about who was targeting you and of where that girl who was taken could possibly be. But itâs not like you were able to find that information out â unless you went looking yourself.Â
Satoru and Suguruâs rooms were close to each otherâs â but Satoruâs room was locked, as you tugged at the door to no avail. You glared at the handle as if it was the white haired idiot itself, before turning to Suguruâs door.Â
You pressed your ear to the door, it was silent, not a single noise inside. You pull at the door and it opens. You step inside â the room is neat, a desk in the corner, along with a bed on the opposite side, but not much else. There were a few other things â a dresser with a few containers tucked beside it and a small bookcase against the wall near the desk lined with books on each shelf.Â
It wasnât what you expected â though you didnât know what to expect. You stepped into the room, glancing around, as you approached the desk first. You rifle through the papers, finding nothing relevant â only papers from class and a few scattered notes that had nothing but addresses and initials scribbled.Â
And then the door opens, you freeze, before you slowly turn to see Suguru, his clothes tattered, blood dripping from his arms and soaked through his white button up. His gaze is dark and heavy, until he finds your eyes, his brow wrinkled.Â
âWhat are you doing?â no âsweetheartâ or âPrincessâ â just a question.Â
âI was lookingââ but you bite your lips, as you watch his shoulders slump, âwhat happenedââÂ
And he draws closer, as you slowly take steps back, until heâs looming over you, his arm pressed above you, âPrincess, you shouldnât get involved in these things, unless you want to end up like this,â and the smell of death rolls off of him, the heaviness of his gaze could drag you down to the depths of hell â but you didnât care.Â
âSit down,â and he blinks, before youâre pressing him onto the bed, âIâm going to get a first aid kit and some bandages,âÂ
âSweetheartââ but youâre already out of the room, returning with a first aid kit and bandages, âwhere did youââÂ
âWell after that first time Satoru and I got jumped by those people, I figured it would be good to stock up on things,â you pull out scissors and tape, and you dampen a washcloth you had stored in the kit with a water bottle you had grabbed. âTake off your shirt,â he hesitates, âgetting shy?âÂ
Suguruâs lips curl, before he sighs, unbuttoning his shirt, âYou know I rather you hurt me than take care of me,â and you scoff, as you busy yourself with preparing the materials to tend to him.Â
âWell it looks like someone else already did that for you,â and your eyes meet with his bare chest, the red and black ink of his tattoos encroached onto his shoulders, but more than that â bruises bloomed on different parts of his body, scars from old wounds of various ages littered his skin, and dried and fresh scarlet clung to his skin from fresh cuts.Â
You take the washcloth, slowly starting to run it over his body, the white cloth marred with his blood, he doesnât flinch even as it cleans his cuts or wounds. Â
âWhy are you doing this?â And your eyes meet his, his amethyst eyes cut through you.Â
âBecause youâre hurt,âÂ
âJust because Iâm hurt doesnât mean you have to help,â you sigh, as you urge him to turn so you can clean his back next, the sight of his tattoo on his back unsurprising now as you continue to clean it.Â
âDoesnât mean you donât have to either,â he gives a soft chuckle, âwhatâs your goal here sweetheart?â You urge him to turn again, as you begin to clean the blood from his arms.Â
âDo I need to have a goal?â And he turns to face you, leaning even closer, as his black locks fall in his eyes.Â
âEveryone has one â didnât you have one for coming in here?â And your hesitation is all the answers he needs, âcurious about whatâs going on with those people after you, huh?âÂ
There wasnât any use lying now, âWouldnât you be?âÂ
âI would be, but I wouldnât get caught, now would I?â and you scoff, as his lips curl, âwe have been tracking the group that we suspect has the heiress, and we have been interrogating the people that you and Satoru secured,â âsecuredâ â more like nearly murdered by the way Satoru acted.Â
âAnd where were you?âÂ
He sighed, âDealing with some loose ends â and some other business that my father had me deal with,â and he adds, âI had to make sure a message got out â so no one would ever attack you like that again,â
And why does your heart squeeze at the thought, âWhy are you so willing to tell me?â And your hands begin to clean and wipe his palms. And you set the washcloth down, beginning to bandage some of the larger cuts and wounds, and his fingers intertwined with yours, as you glance up.Â
âBecause you deserve the truth,â he shrugs, âand even if I lie, youâll figure it out, so why not tell you to begin with?â And he leans even closer, fingers skimming your cheek, âplus I donât keep secrets from my future wife,âÂ
âIâm not marrying you,â but you donât pull away, as heâs even closer now.Â
âWell, you said never before â and Iâve worn you down to a ânotâ â itâs only a matter of time,â and his words make you want you to pull away, to scoff at his words and leave, but you donât.Â
Why canât you?Â
âAnd I thought Satoru was the one full of himselfââ and his lips find yours, his kiss was more insistent, his fingers find your jaw, featherlight before it finds purchase on the back of your neck. You could taste the faint taste of blood, lingering on his lips,Â
âAnd you also thought Satoru was a good kisser,â he smirks, as his lips ghost down your jaw, nose brushing against your cheek, as you pause â how did heâ âwell now you know what a good kisser is actually like,âÂ
Your eyebrows knit together, âGetoââÂ
âSuguru,â he corrects you, he tilts his head, his thumb cupping your chin, and your lips find the otherâs, his forehead pressed to yours. Then his phone rings, and the momentâs broken. He pulls away just as fast, as he turns to answer his phone, âHello?â he listens, a manâs voice on the other end, âI understand, okay.â and the call ends, as he offers a smile to you, âI have to deal with some business, but Iâll be back later. And then it looks like Iâll be your escort while Satoru is away.âÂ
âWhat businessââ but heâs brushing past you, going to his wardrobe to grab a fresh shirt, buttoning it swiftly, before pulling on another jacket, as he turns to glance at you over his shoulder.Â
âYou know better than to ask me that,â
âBut you said you would be honest,â and he shrugs his shoulders, a smirk on his lips, as he heads out of the room.Â
âI didnât say when.âÂ
~~~~
âWe have to tell her,â Satoru stood, hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall of the compound. Suguru clicks his lighter again, flicking it on and off â he had quit a few months ago when you had told him that you hated the smell. And he didnât miss it, but he still carried the lighter â old habits die hard, âthe pictures we got â they are getting better at tracking her without us noticing. And these other fires weâre being sent out to deal with â itâs leaving us with less time to protect her,â
âDo you have to?â Suguru asked, flicking his lighter closer, the silver outside glinting in the low light of the moon, âisnât it safer for her to stay in the dark for now?âÂ
âStaying in the dark doesnât mean she wonât put herself in danger one way or another without us knowing,â Satoru shrugs, âshe said even if I had sent her home that day that those men were after her, she would have came after me,âÂ
Suguru gives a terse chuckle, âI donât doubt that she would,â he sighs, gaze towards the inky darkness of the sky, dotted with faint stars that he couldnât see but knew were there â just as these threats were, âif she found out that her grandfather was threatened too? Thereâs no way she would wait,âÂ
âSo what do we do?â Satoru scratched the back of his head, âwe could send her back home â she might be safer there than here,âÂ
âHer grandfather told usââÂ
âI know, but what choice do we have, Suguru?â he sighs, and Suguru canât help but quirk his lips.Â
âYou know if we do this, we may have to fight her grandfather to stay engaged with her,â And Satoru smiles, shrugging.Â
âI know, but we can handle it, canât we?â Satoru leans back, âweâll just have to fight him on it. Why? Are you afraid?â Â
Suguru gives a short chuckle, âSince when have you known me to be afraid of anything?â And he turns his gaze towards the door, âso when should we tell her?âÂ
But they donât notice that youâre pressed against the door, your fists clenched. And they were right about one thing â you wouldnât wait.Â
~~~~
CRACK!Â
Fuck, your eyes burned as you tried to open them, the sharp pain in the back of your head radiating all over, as your eyelids refused to open. What happened? You tried to hold your head, only to have your wrists strain against something rough â rope? The fibers dig into your wrists as you try to stand, only to find them bound to something else.Â
âFinally awake?â it was a womanâs voice â and your eyes still canât quite open â fuck, this wasnât part of your plan, âtake your time, they said they wanted you in pristine condition so I canât have you falling apart on me later on,â she scoffs, her footsteps receding away, and you could hear the quiet murmurs of other voices â men, by the baritone.Â
Your eyes burned as you adjusted to opening them, still fighting the urge to flutter them shut under the pain. The dim light swung overhead, a warehouse from the bare floors and even barer walls and ceilings overhead, barely illuminated in the flickering exposed lightbulbs hanging over the middle of the room.Â
âWhere am I?â You choked out, voice wavering in a way that made you want to grit your teeth and chide yourself for the fear that seeped into your words.Â
The quiet click of heels came closer, âDonât recognize me? Well I suppose you never did see my face in person,â and you knit your brows together as she stepped closer, leaning in far too near for your comfort, âI should thank you for your efforts in trying to find out what happened to me. It made it far easier to kidnap you,âÂ
Her hazel eyes were even more startling in person.Â
âThe Akawaza heiress,â you stare at her â her hair had grown a little past her shoulders now, ends slightly curling at them, âI thoughtââÂ
âI was missing? I was,â her lips curled, running her sharp lacquered nails through her black locks, âbut it was my choice,â the screech of chair legs scraping against the floor makes you flinch ever so slightly, as she sits in front of you, her legs crossed, âIâm being rude â how is your grandfather?âÂ
âFuck off,â you spit, and she clicks her tongue.Â
âAnd here I thought you had manners, but I suppose the cityâs changed you, little princess?â she hums, leaning back, wood of the chair creaking as she did, âor maybe your boyfriends did,â you say nothing, scoffing, as she sighs, âor knowing your grandfather, you probably didnât have any to begin with,âÂ
Rage fills your veins, lava bursting from them as the venom leaves your lips, âDonât talk about my grandfather like thatââÂ
âWhy shouldnât I? You never cared for the yakuza before, right? Is your grandfather not included in that equation? Or maybe it was because he kept what he did behind closed doors, and never bothered to tell you the truth,â and youâre not fast enough to stop your brow from furrowing, and she latches onto it, âOh he didnât tell you, did he?âÂ
âYou really love the sound of your own voice, donât you?â you murmur, and she laughs at your remark, her nails clicking against the forearm of the chair â lacquer on wood that began to grate on your nerves, âcan you get to the point of all this shit? Why the fuck am I here?âÂ
âBecause your grandfather is picking and choosing who he favors â and so I decided to take his heart, and Iâll only give her back if he gives me what I want â â and then you see the way her lips curl and her jaw is cut, and it occurs to you.Â
Your grandfather had said he was a heartbreaker.Â
âYouâre his granddaughter,â and she smirks, her nails falling still.Â
âDo you see the family resemblance?â she leans against her hand, elbow against the arm of her chair, âit would be nice to meet you â if I didnât have to possibly kill you,âÂ
âSo you want to be the heiress? I never wanted to be one in the first placeââÂ
âDo you think that matters?â she scoffs, âwhat matters is the choice your grandfather makes â and heâs chosen you â with no regard for the other children he has had,â her gaze falls downward, âdo you know what it is like to watch your mother vye for the approval of someone who never truly cared for her in the first place?âÂ
Your gaze falls downward, âI donât know,â you admit, âbut is all this worth this? What do you think he will even do for me?âÂ
âHeâll meet my demands, and each hour he doesnât, heâll get another finger of yours,â she pulls a knife out, the blade glinting in the dim light, as she rises to her feet, your body straining back as she draws close to you, running the flat of the blade down your cheek, âshould I start with your left hand or right?â she pulls the blade back, and you smile, âwhatââÂ
And you lean your head back and smash your head against her own. The crack of your skulls colliding rung in your ears, along with the knife clattering to the ground, as you felt warm droplets ran down your face, and she stumbles back, clutching at her forehead, scarlet staining her face and fingers, âItâs funny you think that I came to you without a plan â how do you think I found you?âÂ
âIt wasnât on her own,â and a hand on her shoulder, before sheâs pinned to the floor. Satoruâs eyes slide to you, a smile on his lips, as sheâs struggling, trying to look for her men, âlooking for your goons? Suguru has taken care of them by now, unless he needs my help,âÂ
âAkari isnât the only one who likes to hear herself talk,â Suguru runs his fingers through his hair, âSatoru, you havenât even untied her,â his footsteps echoing as he approaches you, bending down to pick up Akariâs knife.Â
âA little busy at the moment, Suguru,â Gojo has Akari pinned with one hand, âunless youâd like her to get away,â and Suguru shrugs, as he slips the knife under your restraints and cuts them off, âare you doing alright, sweetheart?âÂ
âIâm fine, just my headâs aching,â and Suguru pulls a cloth from his pocket, wiping the blood from your face, your eyes closing and nose wrinkling as he does, âdid you call my grandfather?âÂ
âYeah, I donât have a death wish,â Satoru replies as he hauls Akari up and hands her off to his associate to take her.Â
You get to shaky feet, âHold on,â you walk over, grabbing Akari by the front of her blouse, silk wrinkling under your grasp, âfuck with me or my family again, and I wonât be so lenient,â you shove her off, and then you add, âbut Iâll talk to my grandfather about some sort of possible arrangement for your mother,âÂ
And then you wave the yakuza off and they take her away â assuredly to Kyoto to be dealt with by her grandfather.Â
âAre you really going to talk to your grandfather about her?â Suguru asks, raising an eyebrow.Â
âItâs the least he could do since he caused me to be targeted,â you grumble, rubbing your wrists, as Satoru takes his suit coat off and places it around your shoulders, before a smirk pulls at your lips.Â
Suguru tilts his head, smiling, âWell, how would he feel if he knew you got kidnapped on purpose?â And you shrug.Â
âHe doesnât need to know that.âÂ
~~~
âIâm surprised you guys agreed to my plan,â you hiss as Satoru takes a damp cloth to clean the dried blood from your face, while Suguru is knelt, bandaging your ankles â their rough and bruised hands somehow still gentle, âI thought you would never let me wander into danger,âÂ
âWell, we knew we had to do something when we realized you were listening to us, didnât we, Princess?â Satoru snorted, and you could hear the smile gracing his features â even with your eyes shut â âand this was the best way to ensure you werenât hurt,âÂ
âRelatively,â Suguru adds, as he finishes bandaging one ankle, âdid she do anything else to you?âÂ
And Satoruâs hand pauses as they both wait for your answer, and you shake your head, âNo,â and Satoru pulls the washcloth away, your eyes fluttering open to meet two skeptical gazes, âreally, Iâm fine,â your lips curl after the two of them look away, Satoru turning to grab a bag of ice for your forehead, while Suguru busied himself with bandaging your other ankle, âis this threat the reason my grandfather sent me to Tokyo?âÂ
The timing had lined up â Akari had started the threats not a few months before â after she had reached legal age, the perfect age to contend for the position of successor to her grandfather. And by sending you here, your grandfather thought he was putting you out of immediate danger â but he didnât know Akari would make her way to Tokyo.Â
âMore or less,â Satoru sighed, as you flinched when he pressed the ice pack to your head, the condensation from the bag already clinging and dripping down your face, âthe geezer wanted to find the source of the threats against youâand by sending you here, to your potential fiancĂ©sââÂ
âI would be safe protected twofold by two of the biggest familiesââ and you blink, pulling the ice pack away from your face, âthe engagements â thatâs why they were leaked â it was to protect me,â you mumble, âso that meansââÂ
âYou can go home if you want, Princess,â Suguru says, looking up at you, expression as inscrutable as it always was, âthe engagements were only pretense,âÂ
âYou both knew?â And Satoru sighs, scratching the back of his head, and why does it feel as if his nails are carving out a piece of your heart.Â
âThe old coot swore us to secrecy, we didnât haveââÂ
âBut, everything, the two of youâŠthe engagementâitâs over,â you say slowly, gaze falling downward. You should be happy, relieved, thrilled â you could go home, what you wanted to do from the start. You could get your own apartment or transfer to a different universityâand leave this behind, a bad dream washed away by the events of a new day. So why?Â
Why did it hurt?Â
âDonât tell me youâll actually miss us, sweetheart?â Satoru teased, a force more than anything â bittersweet worded coated in a sugary sarcasm, âbecause I very well may propose here and now,âÂ
You almost scoff, but Suguru beats you to it.Â
âA proposal now? Seems like finishing early isnât what you just do in bed, Satoru,â Suguru scoffs, as Satoru shoots a glare over his sunglasses, âsheâs only eager to get home now isnât she? "If she isnât so eager,â he adds, âthen she would stop the one she wants from leaving her room, wouldnât she?âÂ
And Suguru is slowly getting to his feet, while Satoru also turns to leave â and you donât thinkâbut you were sure that you truly hadnât thought a single sane thought since you had arrived in Tokyoâ
You grab at the fabric of both their shirts, fingers clutching at it, as your lips curled when they glanced back at you.Â
âWho said either of you could leave?â
~~~
âYouâre going to have to use your words,â you murmured, fingers ghosting Satoruâs jaw, a delightful shiver parting his lips as you smiled at him, sat spread at the edge of your bed, âwhat do you want?â You stepped closer, between his legs, daring even closer.Â
âSweetheart, you know what Iââ and a low groan leaves his throat as your fingers slide to the nape of his neck to tug at his snowy locks, âpleaseââÂ
âI know you love this,â you murmur, leaning to press a kiss to his throat, smiling against his skin, âyou said you wanted me to hurt you, so it looks like youâre getting your wish,â your eyes slide to the other, sat in a chair, âI know you like to watch, Suguru, so you must be enjoying yourself,â and youâre further unbuttoning Satoruâs shirt all the same â crisp white button up definitely creased and wrinkled as it fell open, tugged out from his slacks.Â
Suguruâs fingers flexed against the grain of the wood of the armrests, his muscles taut, his lips a tight line that only matched the fabric of his slacks straining against his erection. The corner of his mouth twitches, and you smirk.Â
âI didnât hear an answer, Suguru,â and youâre placing another kiss on Satoruâs neck, a whine leaving his throat, while your eyes find Suguruâs amethyst gaze darkened to nearly black, his knuckles white against the wood, as you lean down to lick a stripe up Satoruâs neck, who bites his bottom lip.Â
âIâd enjoy it even more if I could touch you, or me,â Suguru adds through gritted teeth, âPrincessââÂ
And you click your tongue, âYou had such patience when you were watching me sleep â so whereâs that patience now?â Your fingers graze Satoruâs erection through his slacks, and his head is falling back, as Suguru shifts in his seat, not so subtly adjusting himself.Â
You undo Satoruâs belt, unbuckling it with ease, as his cock slaps against his stomach, and you didnât know it was possible for a dick to be pretty, but Satoruâs was â a deep flush settled over it, pearly beads of precum dripping from the ruby tip. And a distinct heat begins to throb between your thighs.Â
âYou can touch yourself,â you tell Suguru, his legs twitching to get up, âbut you canât cum until I tell you can,â you run a finger up Satoruâs cock, teasing the weeping tip, a groan leaving the snowy haired manâs lips, âstrip, Suguru,âÂ
And he does, you hear the click of his belt, the sound of fabric rustling, as your fingers tease the slit of Satoruâs cock, gathering precum on your fingers, drawing a grunt from his lips. You can hear the distinct sound of Suguru spitting in his palm, his hand beginning to work at his own cock.Â
âBoth sâgood for me,â you murmur, as you stroke Satoruâs cock in earnest, the quiet moans from both their mouths sending a ribbon of need to your already dripping cunt, âcanât wait to fuck you both, make you my toys,â and youâre pressing a kiss to Satoruâs tip, his pretty, pink lips parting, as his head rolls back again, âbut youâd both like that wouldnât you? Maybe I shouldnât let either of you cum, make you beg me all night,â as your tongue traces his lovely vein up the side of his cock, âwhat do you think, Toru?â And your mouth finally closes around his dick, sucking hard that draws a hiss from his lips, fingers fisted in the sheets.Â
And Suguru isnât doing much better, the sounds of his hand squelching and the moans leaving his lips growing louder and louder.Â
âPlease, Princess, Iâm close, I canâtââ and you click your tongue, a pout on your lips, as you pull away your touch, âbaby, IââÂ
âCanât let either of you cum so fast,â your eyes slide to Suguru, his cheeks flushed a lovely pink that reaches even his ears, as his hand slows, his cock twitching in his fingers, âgotta make you earn it. Itâs only right after all the shit you put me through right?âÂ
Itâs a cycle, a cycle of you bringing them both to the edge of orgasm, only to tell them to stop. Their sweat slicked brows wrinkled, as you worked them up once again and again and again â you had lost track of how many times.Â
âPlease, please, sweetheart,â and you knew you could get Satoru to beg, but you didnât think it would be this easy, and you let his dick brush against your throat, as you let him fuck your throat, hips jerking, âfuuuuck, I need toââÂ
And youâre pulling your lips from his cock with a pop, glancing at Suguru whose black locks are beginning to come loose from their neat bun, more of a mess now than he had been fighting yakuza earlier, and all because of you.Â
âSuguru? Wanna cum?â you ask, smirking as his gaze raises to meet yours, a desperate look that tells you everything you need to know, âbe a good boy and tell me,âÂ
He swallows, adamâs apple bobbing, as pre drips down his knuckles, âfuck, Princess,â heâs shaking his head, â I want to cum, please â I needââÂ
And your lips curl, âcum for me,â you murmur before youâre wrapping your lips around Satoru again, his tip brushing against your throat, sucking hard, his fingers finding purchase in your hair. And heâs cumming hard, his hot release slides down your throat, nails digging into your scalp, nearly never ending â even as you pull away, his cum paints your face and lips, and drips onto your clothes. His cerulean eyes glazed as he looked down at you between his legs, a string of spit and cum connecting you to his cock.Â
And Suguru was no better. He had cum hard all over his hand and the floor, his cock still somehow half hard, his body slumped back in the chair, as his chest heaved. His hair tie had long fallen away, his long black locks brushing against his shoulders.Â
You lick your lips clean of Satoruâs cum, wiping the rest away with the back of your hand, âMade such a mess,â you tsk, as you get to your feet, slipping off your shorts and shirt, before leaning down to kiss Satoru, and heâs still sensitive by the way he jolts against your touch, before melting into it, his tongue parted your lips with ease. And fuck, you hoped he couldnât see how wet you were â nearly dripping down your thighs at this point.Â
And youâre pulling away, your thumb dragging down his lips, as his teeth try to catch the finger between them, but youâre too quick. You turn, a smile on your lips, you make your way over to Suguru.Â
Youâre wiping up the mess on the floor with your shirt before kneeling, âmade such a mess, Sugu,â and heâs staring at you through half lidded eyes, his fingers brushing your cheek, âdid I say you could touch me?âÂ
âYou never said I couldnât,â he murmurs, and god, his voice is far gone, raw and nearly guttural, as his fingers found purchase in your hair, âand I think I earned it after your little performanceââ and he hisses when you lean in, tip of your tongue teasing his slit and licking the dripping cum off his half hard cock, âfuckââÂ
âNot yet,â you smiled, as you started to lick his cock clean of his cum, âbut maybe if youâre good,â he grunts as you sink is cock into your mouth, tongue swirling around his length, licking and sucking â and fuck, he was already twitching in your mouth.Â
And then heâs easing you off his dick with a tug of your hair, and youâre glancing up at him, a question on the tip of your tongue, but heâs swallowing it with a kiss, as his hands slip down your body to haul you nearly into his lap. Calloused palms find their way to your hips, squeezing lightly, as he pulls away, cupping your chin with his thumb.Â
âSuguruââ and you yelp as he picks you up with ease, placing you in Satoruâs lap whose hands wind their way around your waist, his fingers already beginning to tease your hardened buds through your bra, a gasp leaving your lips, as Suguru placed his on your neck with a smirk as he murmurs:
 âLet me show you how good we can be, sweetheart.âÂ
~~~~
âTell us what you want, princess,â Satoru murmured in your ear, his warm breath doing nothing to help the needy heat between your thighs, the one that Suguru was knelt between, his large palms spreading you before him, âis she as wet as I think, Suguru?âÂ
And Suguru catches your gaze, a wicked smile on his lips as he replies, âWetter, sheâs a mess, arenât you?â you bite your lip to stop a whimper from leaving your lips as his fingers graze the growing wet patch on your panties. And your squirming only makes Satoru grunt, his erection pressed against you, the friction doing little to help either of you.Â
âFuckers,â and Satoru clicks his tongue, a smile on his lips as he turns your head.Â
âThink I have a better use for that mouth of yours, sweetheart,â and his lips find yours, right as Suguru toys with the elastic of your panties, snapping it against your skin, Satoru swallows the small noise that escapes your lips, his tongue slipping into your mouth as it does.Â
And god, you already canât even think straight.Â
Satoruâs fingers are pushing up your bra, teasing your nipples, as Suguru pressing a kiss to your dripping cunt through your soaked underwear.Â
âSo pretty,â Suguru murmurs, and Satoruâs lips part from yours, gaze darkening as he drags his thumb down your kiss ruined lips, and he tugs your drenched panties down, âand your cunt is even prettier, isnât it princess?âÂ
And you were â your gorgeous pussy was glossy with your pre, dripping all over his fingers when he parts your messy folds, âBet sheâs even tighter, isnât she?â Satoru murmurs, as his dick twitches against your ass, â
You whine as his words warm your aching pussy, your eyes flickering downwards, as Suguruâs lips graze your inner thigh, and you already know Satoruâs pouting.Â
âYouâre taking your goddamn time, Suguru, when do I get my chance?â He grumbles, nose brushing against your neck, as you canât help but chuckle.Â
âYou got your turn, and now itâs time for you to watch,â and your giggle turns to a soft gasp when his lips press a kiss to your clit, âand sweetheart, canât wait to see how youâll punish me for this later â because Iâm not stopping until you beg me to,â
Your lips part with a reply, but he pulls a moan from your lips instead as his tongue drags up the length of your weeping entrance. God, fuck, how did you taste this good? His tongue flicked against your puffy clit, drawing lazy circles, your slick already drenching his chin and lips.Â
âSo fucking good, baby, sâgood fâme,â and your fingers are threading their way into his dark locks, pulling him even closer, his lips closing around your clit to suck, âcould live in this pretty cunt,â he grunts, the tip of his tongue teasing your entrance.Â
Your head falls against Satoruâs shoulders, a groan fell from his lips as his cock dragged against your ass, your slick drenching his thighs and cock alike, âcanât wait to sink my cock into you, fuck,â Satoru murmurs, the wet squelch of your cunt rang in his ears, and he could imagine how wet and warm youâd be once he sunk into you, inch by inch.Â
And he couldnât wait â he needed to do something.Â
Satoruâs fingers found their way down your body, tweaking your nipple before one large palm dragged slowly down your front, until he found your clit right above Suguruâs face.Â
âToru,â you gasp, as his fingers pinch your clit and Suguru glares, pulling his lips away for a moment, only to sink a finger back in insteas, drawing a moan from your lips, âSuguâfuckââÂ
And itâs too much, one more touch and youâre cumming, body falling back into Satoru, as Suguru fucks you through your orgasm. Your release runs down their fingers, as Satoru lifts his hand a moment to lick his fingers clean.Â
God, youâre too pretty for your own good, Satoruâs eyes drag over you â your kiss ruined lips, skin shiny from your sweat, and the way your eyes were lost in an endless pool of lust.Â
âSuguru was right, youâre the sweetest thing Iâve ever tasted,â Satoru grin, gently turning your head, and youâre panting, nose wrinkling ever so slightly at his words, and he tuts, âdonât believe me? Well I can fix that,â and his lips find yours again, letting you taste yourself, swallowing your moans, as Suguru continued to finger fuck you.Â
Suguruâs finger stretches you open, fluttering, knuckle deep, as your precum drips down his fingers.Â
âRemember whoâs fucking this cunt, sweetheart,â and Suguru is, another finger parting your needy folds, and between Satoru rubbing your clit and Suguruâs fingers curling to find that one spot, drags against your insides, âfuck, how are we going to fit, Satoru? Sheâs still so tight,â Suguru grunts.Â
You pull your lips from Satoruâs, a whine leaving your lips, âMore, please, I needââ and a third finger joins the other two â but itâs not Suguruâs.Â
âFuck, youâre so fucking soft,â Satoru groans, pressing soft kisses to your skin, only serving to make you keen at their touch, and your walls flutter around their fingers.Â
âFuck, weâre trying to fuck her open and she just keeps getting tighter,â Suguru grunts, while Satoruâs lips find your earlobe, sucking, just as he adds another finger, a moan escaping your lips again.Â
Suguruâs fingers fuck at a steady pace, fucking deeper and deeper, while Satoruâs are faster, pistoning in and out while dragging against your walls â and itâs not long until they are working you up to a second orgasm, itâs too fucking good â and they both find that spot in you that has you seeing stars.Â
âIâm gânnaââ and Satoru finds your lips in a sloppy kiss, saliva slipping from the corner of your mouth. And you cum, even harder, your swollen folds clamping down on their fingers as they continue to fuck you unendingly through your orgasm. Your lips pull away, only to moan their names, again and again, until they finally slow down.Â
âGood girl,â Suguru murmurs, pressing sweet kisses to your thighs, while you come down from your high, walls flutter around nothing at the praise, while Satoru nips at your neck right above your racing pulse. And your eyes find Suguru lazily palming his weeping erection, as you lift your bare foot to rub against it, making him hiss, while you rub against Satoru teasingly.Â
âDonât forget whoâs in control,â you kiss Satoru again, before biting his bottom lip, and heâs melting into your touch, âand, you were good,â your foot rubs against Suguruâs cock again, drawing another pretty groan from his lips, âbut now itâs time to be obedient.âÂ
And they are â as you have Satoru sit back against the pillow lined headboard, because if it was anything you knew now â Satoru loved to be controlled, while Suguru liked the illusion of control, even if he didnât have even a bit of it. So you have Suguru kneeling behind you, as you climb into Satoruâs lap, a small groan leaving his lips as your cunt grazes his hard cock.Â
âSuch a good boy, arenât you, Toru?â your fingers run through his hair â and god, his undercut was so fucking hot, as your fingers found his cock, letting the tip tease your soaked folds, as you line yourself up, âtell me what you want,âÂ
âFuck, princess, yâknow what I want,â and a whine leaves his throat when you let his tip sink into you, only to pull out.Â
âCome on, nothing else to say? You always love running that mouth, donât you? You wanted this, wanted me to ruin you, didnât you? Well here we are,â you hum, as you press a teasing kiss to the corner of his mouth, âbeg me,âÂ
And his dick twitches, painfully hard, and the words spill from his lips, âPlease, please, sweetheart, use me, use my cock as a toy, want you to fuck me so bad, make me yoursââ and youâre sinking onto his cock, his length parting your folds, as moans fall from both of your lips. And he bottoms out, your hips meeting his as you do, and you can feel every vein, every ridge, every inch notched inside your walls.Â
âToru, fuck, sâgood, sâbig,â it feels too fucking good, and heâs so long â god, he was brushing against places you never even dreamed of reaching. And your pussy clenched at the thought of how deep he would go when he would start thrusting.Â
âSure you have space for me, Princess?â Suguru leans back over to press kisses all over your face, before finding your lips in a heated kiss, âmight be too tight of a fit,â his nose brushing against your cheek.Â
âIâll make you fit,â you murmur against his lips, your hands against Satoruâs chest, as you shift to cup his chin, âget behind me, Sugu,âÂ
Suguru smirks, slipping behind you, pressing himself against your back, dragging his cock teasingly against you, âSo needy â youâre worse than Satoru,â and Satoru makes a noise of protest, but your walls flutter, making his back arch, âwant me inside you, sweetheart?â And his tip teases at your entrance, brushing against Satoruâs cock, causing all three of you to moan, âtell me how much you want us to fuck you, how much you want both of us inside you,âÂ
âFucker, I swear to god,â you turn your head, your glare undercut by the desperation on your face, âjust fuck meâÂ
And Suguru sinks into you, your head falling back against him, as both of their cocks stretch your cunt out. You were so fucking full. And the way your walls clenched around them was nearly enough to make them cum. Their groans come in unison.Â
âFuck, Princess, you donât have to break our dicks off â weâll fuck you again,â Suguru grunts, his rough palms sliding to your hips to squeeze them.Â
âSâgood, sweetheart, so fucking right for us,â and you canât think straight with the two of them inside of you, and youâre moaning.Â
âPlease, moveââ and they oblige, beginning to fuck you. You moved against Satoru, riding him as best you can, while Suguru fucked you from behind, his balls slapping against your ass.Â
Suguru drives into you at a steady pace, causing you to rock against Satoru, your hips pressed against his, as they both drive deeper and deeper into your wet cunt.Â
âSâgood, so pretty,â Suguru presses sweet kisses to your neck, while Satoruâs eyes flutter open to meet yours, âIâm close, SatoruââÂ
âMe too,â Satoru manages, and his hips begin to meet your thrusts, âyou gonna cum for us princess?â And he finds your gaze, the fucked out expression enough to nearly make him cum right there.Â
A whine leaves your lips, as they continue to fuck you, and you know youâre so close. And then they find that spot in you again, and youâre falling apart, lips parted in a moan, both their names on your lips. You clamp down on them, toes curling as you cum, and neither of them can last. Their hips stutter as they give sloppy thrusts, until they both cum,Â
They groan your name as they spurt their thick cum inside, notching themselves as deep as they could, continuing to fuck their cum inside you with messy thrusts.Â
A whimper escapes your lips between pants, as your arms and legs shake from your position, utterly fucked out. You three stay like that for a moment, both of their sweet nothings they murmur to you falling on deaf ears.
And then finally they are shifting you onto the bed, pressing soft kisses to your face and neck, as your eyes flutter shut. Thereâs shifting on the bed, as one of them leaves for a moment, and you make a noise, only to be reassured that heâll be right back.Â
Your eyes finally flutter open to find Satoru and Suguru cleaning you up with a wet washcloth, and your gaze finds both of their own. Your lips curl at the sight of them, their gentle gaze enough to make your heart ache.Â
âCome back,â you whine, and they both chuckle, as they begin to finish drying you off, before tossing the washcloth into the wastebasket, and crawling back beside you. They help you pull a shirt on, before settling in.Â
âSo needy,â Satoru murmurs, pressing a kiss to your forehead, even as he buries his face in your chest, his warm breath tickling you as you run your fingers softly through his white locks. And Suguru presses himself to your back, pressing a soft kiss to your neck, his arm around your waist, and yours resting on top of his.Â
âWhat will we do with her?â Suguru mutters, and you can hear the smirk in his tone.Â
âShut up,â you mumble, your eyes beginning to feel heavy, as you give into the warmth that enveloped you from their bodies, as it lulled you to sleep. And your lips curled into a smile, a smile that had you wondering right before you slipped into sleepâ
When was it that you fell for them?Â
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You couldnât do this. Not to them.Â
Thatâs what you had decided come morning â waking up between entangled limbs and soft breaths against your skin â how could you? You felt Satoru shift closer to you, as you leaned into his touch, running your fingers through Suguruâs black locks. You were addicted to their touch only after one night, and now you had to spend the rest of your life without it.Â
It was the only way.Â
This whole thing was ridiculous to begin with â you never cared to be involved in the yakuza to begin with. You wanted a normal life â or at least as normal of a life you could have with who your grandfather was. You had never expected to end up wrapped up in all of this â and in both of them.Â
But you didnât know if you could choose between them â and you knew, you had to. It wasnât fair to either of them â not when they had asked you to choose last night and they had indulged you in both of them. And now, you didnât want to let either of them go.Â
So you had to let both of them go.Â
You shifted slowly to sit up, Your fingers traced Satoruâs cheek lightly, as you toyed with a strand of Suguruâs hair. They both still stayed fast asleep, quiet snores filling the silence of the early morning, deep in the embrace of sleep after the events of last night and the last few weeks. You didnât want to be someone like your grandfather â you didnât know what you wanted and that was enough of an answer wasnât it?
The two shift in their sleep, and your body grows heavy, your back still aching from last night, as you lie back down beside them, running your fingers over both of their arms.Â
Even if you had your answer, you didnât have to face it for another few hours. And their bodies shifted, Satoru burying his face in the nape of your neck, while you rested against Suguruâs chest. This was enough â enough to last you a lifetime, wasnât it? Your eyes fluttered shut, sinking slowly back to sleep. You had told your grandfather youâd break their hearts âÂ
âbut you didnât know you would be breaking yours as well.Â
~~~
âWhat do you mean sheâs gone?â Satoru narrowed his eyes, crossing his arms, as Suguru stepped aside to show the empty room you had left behind â a bare husk with nothing left behind, not even a note.Â
It had been a day.Â
When Satoru had woken up beside you, he could have sworn he was still dreaming, even as he grazed your skin gently with the back of his knuckles, he still couldnât quite believe it. And when he spotted Suguru pressing kisses to your cheek, he knew it was real.Â
âHow long have you been awake?â Satoru raised an eyebrow, âitâs not fair to have your fun while we were asleep,âÂ
And Suguru rolled his eyes, as he rubbed the back of his knuckles gently against her cheek, âI just woke up, and all I did was kiss her, you idiot,âÂ
âNot fair, that means I have to kiss her too,â Satoru murmurs, pressing gentle kisses to your forehead and cheek, and one even to your nose. Your nose wrinkles in your sleep, and Satoruâs lips quirk upwards, âsheâs so exhausted from last night still,âÂ
âShe is,â Suguru hums, as he tilts his head, âwhat are we going to do about last night?âÂ
Satoru pauses a moment to consider, âWell, what is there to discuss? She chose us both, didnât she?â Satoru leaned close to you, to press a kiss to your head.Â
âShe did,â Suguru props himself up with his elbow on his side, âI thought you werenât one to share,âÂ
And Satoru shrugged â he wasnât one to share, he wanted what was his to be his alone, but with you â the more people to protect you, the better, âIf itâs what makes her happy, I donât mind,â and he adds, âand I donât mind if itâs you that Iâm sharing with,âÂ
Suguru raises an eyebrow, a chuckle on his lips, âIs that so? Well, good,â as he runs a finger through your hair, âbecause I feel the same.âÂ
But Satoru supposed you didnât.Â
âWhen did sheââÂ
âMy father told me she contacted her grandfather this morning, and let them know she was leaving â and her single request was to send us away on business so we wouldnât be able to stop her,â and Satoru gives a bitter chuckle.Â
âSo thatâs it?â Satoru crosses his arms, âwhy did sheââ and he cuts himself off, âhave you tried to callââÂ
âIâm blocked, I assume you are too,â Suguru shook his head, a silence settling over the two of them that Satoru chose to break.Â
âDo we go after her?â And Suguru pauses, his brow wrinkling a moment, before he sighs, shaking his head.Â
âIf she comes back, it has to be her choice,â Suguru slid his hands into his pockets, âotherwise, weâre back to square one,â and he adds, âand I donât think I can go back after last night.âÂ
Suguru steps away, heading back down the hallway, and Satoru follows.Â
No, Satoru thinks, sparing one glance at the empty room, before pulling the door shut, neither could he.Â
~~~
âWhy did you come back?â You set another box down, wiping the sweat from your brow, your grandfather simply watching as you brought your things back into your room.Â
âWhat a warm welcome,â you scoff, as you head back out to pick up another â the other staff had offered to help, but you had waved them off, lifting another box, your back still aching â and now you were starting to regret it. But you knew if you didnât do something to distract yourself â your phone taunting you on the top of your desk â youâd do something youâd regret.Â
And youâd already filled your quota for the next six months at least.Â
âDonât get me wrong, kid,â the geezer sighed, as he watched you bring the last of the boxes in, âIâm glad youâre back and the matters are all settled â but,â he tilts his head, âyou seem more miserable than before,âÂ
âIâm just tired,â you reply, but his furrowed brow says heâs unconvinced, as you grab a box cutter and begin to open up the boxes, beginning to sort through your things, âand still trying to wrap my head around the fact you lied to me,âÂ
And he sighs, âthis isnât about me right now â itâs about youââÂ
âHow convenient,â you mutter under your breath.Â
âYouâre in love, arenât you?â And you canât help but freeze for a moment, until you force yourself to continue unpacking, pulling out some of your clothes from the box, âwhich one is it?âÂ
The question stabs between your ribs like a well thrust sword between the ribs, finding the center of the problem â along with your heart.Â
âGrampsââÂ
âSo itâs both of them?â and you whirl on him, your eyes narrowing, and he chuckles, holding up his hand, âI didnât spy â I just took a guess,â he sighed, as he pulled out your desk chair and took a seat in it, âand it looks like I was right,âÂ
You swallow, your eyes falling to the floor, âI didnât cheat, if thatâs whatââÂ
He laughs, âI know you arenât like me, little one,â he leans back in the chair, hands folded in his lap, âyou arenât one to lie â because I know thereâs more you hate than liars,â and his gaze grows a little sadder, âAnd Iâm sorry I had to become one of them,âÂ
You grit your teeth, âIâm not mad at you â Iâm justââ you choose your words carefully â because youâre angry, you were upset â upset that he felt as if he couldnât trust you, âwondering why you didnât tell me the truth,âÂ
He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, âMy past isnât something Iâm proud of, and I wanted to deal with it without involving you,â he sighed, âafter everything with our family â I didnât want to give you another reason to distance yourself from me,âÂ
âLying to me isnât a better option than that,â he rubs the back of his head, âyou have to make it right for Akari and her mother â as well as if you have any other kidsâI donât need to know,â you add, when he opens his mouth, âit isnât fair to them,â and it would be no fairer to not choose between Satoru and Suguru.Â
âYouâre right,â he raises a brow, âis that the problem? You canât choose between the two of them, eh?â and your gaze refuses to meet his, âhave you talked to them about it?â and your silence serves as an answer, âthen I think you should take your own advice and talk to them about it,âÂ
âWhat will that do?â you murmur, âthey still will want me to chooseââÂ
âDo you know that for a fact?â he crosses his arms, âI think you owe it to them and to yourself to talk to them, and to your grandfather who canât stand to see you this miserable at home,âÂ
âDo you think it will change anything?â and he shrugs.Â
âMaybe it will or maybe it wonât,â he tilts his head, as he pulls out his phone to call you a car, âbut if itâs a chance for you to be happy, isnât it worth taking?âÂ
~~~~
âI want to marry you both,âÂ
And again, your statement is met with confused stares, as you had all but pulled up to their compound and entered to find them seated together discussing business in a side room â and their stares were still anything but average â but to you now, they meant so much more.Â
âNot marry you right now, but maybe eventually,â adrenaline was surely pumping through your system, right? Thatâs probably why your hands were shaking and your mouth was dry, but even so you knew you needed to say it before they spoke, âIâm sorry for leaving the way I did. I told myself after we first met I wouldnât be a coward, but I was when I ran away, and I donât have any excuse,â you swallowed, âbut I know what I want â and I want both of you, as selfish as that feels,â guilt crawled up your throat at the statement of that sentence, as if begging you to swallow the words that spilled from your lips back up, âand I donât know how either of you feel â but if we were to do this, I would want us to be honest andââÂ
And the screech of their chairs takes you aback, and you felt your cheeks burn, was this it?Â
But instead of brushing past you, they stand in front of you, one of them tilting your head upwards to meet their gazes.Â
âTook you long enough, sweetheart,â Satoruâs lips curled, his hand cupping your cheek, âI know we said we wanted you to hurt us, but not like that,â
âSent us away just to ghost us,â Suguru clicked his tongue, his fingers still under your chin, âIâll have to plant a tracker on you again,âÂ
You shake your head, âWait, what? Are you both okayââÂ
âWe did say weâd kill the other for your hand, but,â Suguru presses a kiss to your forehead, âBut now we realize the more eyes watching you, the better, and,â he shrugs, âwe donât mind sharing if itâs just with the other,âÂ
âAnd I know youâll prefer me sooner or later,â Satoru adds, earning a glare from Suguru, as you only chuckle, âSuguru is always so grumpyâow!â Suguru smacks on the back of the head, as the black haired yakuza wraps his arms around you, pressing your back to his front.Â
âAnd you are always too busy running your mouth,â Suguru replies, pressing a kiss to your cheek, âsure you can handle both of us in your life?â and you pull Satoru close too, letting his lips brush yours, before turning and pressing a kiss to Suguru.Â
âShouldnât you be asking yourselves that?â you say, as the two of them wrap an arm around you, âI am supposed to ruin your lives after all.âÂ
⧠a/n: so this has been a longtime coming. i was supposed to be working on prof geto (5) + my nanami celebration fic but this took over my life and wouldn't let go until i finished. so i hope you guys enjoy!! and this is my reminder why i don't write multi partner scenes like this often because its....difficult. thank you to @gaylatteart for reading and putting up with me <333
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i am not the only one who saw that, right?
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summary: your friends find out that you secretly dating their enemy, but their opinion might completely change when they see Rafe from another point of view
words count: 2.2k
warnings: secret relationship, pogue!reader, attempted assault, mention of blood, soft and protective Rafe
a/n: inbox is open for requestsđ
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âYou cannot be dating Rafe fucking Cameron, Y/N!â John B exclaimed, burying his hands in his hair and walking all around the place.Â
âNo, seriously, this is not a good idea.â Sarah looked at you, giving out a nervous laugh.Â
You were currently surrounded by your friends, who were all practically yelling at you after they accidentally saw a message from Rafe on your phone. You were one of the pogues; you never hanged out around the kooks, but somehow, when you were visiting Sarah a few months ago, you got into a random conversation with Rafe, and since that moment, the connection between you two has only gotten stronger.Â
It was an instant click and as much as you both tried to deny the spark, it was there. As you started going out, secretly from everyone, of course, you decided to keep it private until the right time.Â
âAlright, guys, Iâm sorry I didnât tell you, but I knew that this would be your reaction. It just happened, okay?â You rubbed the bridge of your nose, already feeling a headache from the tense situation. All of your friends were standing on the opposite side of you and it felt like they were just attacking you.Â
âWhat were you thinking? You know that he hates people like us, like you. We are pogues, Y/N. How the hell did that even happen?â Kiara was standing with her hands on her hips, as her piercing eyes were studying you. You felt awful looking at Pope, who was the one who always supported you, but he just shook his head and stepped away.Â
âI donât know. It just happened. We talked once when Sarah left, then I accidentally met him a few times in town, and then he texted me. Heâs not bad when you know him closer.â You sighed. âLook, I know Rafe was a lot of trouble for us. He did bad things; I know that. But heâs not like that; heâs sweet and caring, and he has never shown any sign of being disrespectful towards me. I just canât deny my feelings for him.â
âHoney, Rafe is not a good person. He doesnât care about anything or anyone; heâs evil, selfish and manipulative.â Sarah stepped closer to you, touching your hand. âHeâll play with you, hurt your feelings and just throw you away.â
âAnd he probably just wants to get into your pants.â JJ grumbled, also taking a defensive position.Â
âI haven't even slept with him yet, JJ!â You desperately snapped at him. It felt ridiculous, like all of them turned against you at the same time. Sure, Rafe wasnât the sweetest person to them before, but they didnât even give you a chance to say something in your defense. âAnd youâre wrong too, Sarah. All of Rafeâs actions were just to get peopleâs attention and appreciation. All it took for me to get on his soft side was to just listen to him and give him some affection. Other people didnât care enough, including you and your father. He needs someone who he can trust and open up to because heâs hurt.âÂ
âNo, Y/N. If you think that he loves you, then he just got into your head. My brother doesnât love anyone. It will end badly; I just know that.âÂ
Tears gathered in your eyes, and a lump in your throat made it difficult to say anything back, so you just stupidly stayed there. You had no strength to fight with all five of them at the same time. You turned around, silently getting back in the car, even though your head was filled with doubt and dark thoughts because of their words.Â
For the next few days, it was tough for all of you. You and the rest of the group were still close, and even though they were completely against your relationship, you still met and hung out. The pit in your heart was still there, no matter how hard you tried to act nonchalant and not let their words get into your head.Â
Rafe noticed the change in your behaviorâthat you were upset with somethingâbut he didnât put any pressure on you and allowed you to decide for yourself when you wanted to open up.Â
Pogues decided to go to some party on the cut near the beach and as much as you tried to refuse, Sarah and Kiara managed to drag you there. You all rarely went to such places, preferring to hang out in your little circle, but apparently everyone wanted to clear their heads and saw it as the best opportunity.Â
It was pretty fun with a bunch of people you did not know, some music, and drinks, and you mostly hung out with your friends. Though quickly it got overwhelming and made you want to go home or at least go outside of the house to get some fresh air. As you left your friends and wanted out from the backyard to a part of the beach, you didnât notice the guy who had been eyeing you the whole evening.Â
He came out of nowhere from your back, his arms wrapped around your waist, lifting you off the ground. You yelled at the sudden and unwanted touch, and your heart seemed to drop into your stomach when you realised that it wasnât just a joke from JJ, who liked to scare you. You started wiggling in his hands to get free, but he was fighting you back, dragging you up when you fell to your knees on the ground.Â
It was such a mess trying to scratch and punch him that you almost did not notice his hand coming into contact with your face several times. You screamed again, this time loud enough, until you saw JJ running towards you. The guy behind you pushed you away as soon as he saw someone, and you fell to the ground with a loud huff.Â
âThat fucking bastard!â JJ was right near you, helping you to get up as tears streamed down your face. He tried to comfort you, checking your body for any injuries, but you pushed his hands away, wrapping your own around yourself in a defensive way.
âOh my god, Y/N!â You heard Kiara, along with your other friends, calling your name. âWhat the hell happened?â
âH-he attacked me.â You sniffed, trying to catch your breath and, with shaking hands, reaching to the pocket of your jeans shorts to get out your phone. All of them looked at each other, questioning your actions, until you pressed someoneâs contact button and put the phone to your ear. âCan y-you pick me up, p-please?â You sniffed again, now trembling from the adrenaline.Â
âBaby? Are you crying? Where are you?â You heard your boyfriendâs concerned voice through the phone, feeling how JJ tensed beside you.Â
âIâm on the cut. Near the beach. Thereâs a party and... Please, Rafe.âÂ
âIâm coming, angel. Just wait for me, âkay?â You heard the sound of the car engine at the other end of the line. Rafe didnât ask any more questions, and as soon as you mumbled quiet 'mhmâ he ended the call.Â
You all heard him before you saw him. The sound of the tires drifting through the sandy street was loud, drawing attention to the expensive car that was unusual to see at this part of the island.Â
Rafe didnât bother to properly park, turn off the engine or even close the door when he saw you sitting on some old chaise lounge, with his sister and Kie trying to talk to you and your other friends arguing nearby.Â
The girls stepped away from you as soon as they saw Rafe running towards you with a furious expression on his face and ready to deal with anyone who made you cry. It looked like he didnât even care about the pogues, with whom he always had to get into arguments; he was fully focused on your shivering form.
âBaby, whatâs wrong? What happened?â He squatted down in front of you, and you started sobbing again. Your hands immediately found their place around his neck, and, before he could even properly look at your face, you pulled him closer to get some sense of comfort from his warmth and smell. Rafe hugged you back, soothingly rubbing your back. His eyes shot towards your friends, who were watching in awe at the interaction. âWhich one of you did that?â
âItâs not us, you idiot. Some guy jumped her when she walked outside.â Sarah said, rolling her eyes at her brother. âJJ heard screaming, and when we walked outside, he ran away.â Rafe pulled away, finally taking in your appearance.
Your knees were covered in dried blood mixed with the sand. He gently took your hands to see the palms scratched from you trying to catch yourself before hitting the ground. Rafeâs eyes were burning with fury, showing his side that he rarely revealed in front of you. His hand reached to move your hair from your face, noticing a red, now already turning purplish, bruise covering the side of your cheek.
âHoly shit, sweetheart.â He softly brushed his fingertips along your cheek and you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes. Your bottom lip started quivering and you bit inside your cheek to calm yourself down. âSh-h im here, okay? Youâre safe. Did you see him? What did he look like? Just tell me and Iâll deal with it.â He almost begged, but you only shook your head. JJ suddenly stepped closer, slightly hesitating to actually normally communicate with his longtime enemy, but he thought that it was the least that he could do for you.
As much as he hated The Kooks King, JJ knew that Rafe was the best option to find the guy who hurt you.Â
âTall, with dark and curly hair. Never seen him before, probably someone new on the island, but Iâll recognize him.â They looked at each other for a moment, and Rafe just simply nodded, turning his attention back to you.Â
âIâll find him, âkay? I promise I will.â He gently took both of your hands in his, bringing them to his lips to place a soft kiss on your knuckles. âWe should go now. I need to take care of your knees and that bruise, baby. You donât mind going to Tanneyhill, yeah?â
âThank you, Rafe.â You whispered, slightly bending forward to ask for a kiss. Rafe smiled at you, his thumbs gently swiped the leftovers of the tears under your eyes, and then he kissed you on your forehead, nose, and gently pecked your lips.Â
Your heart flattered at his soft touches and for a second, it felt like you two were in your own little bubble. Rafe's eyes shimmered slightly in the moonlight, and the way he looked at you, soft and caring, made you want to kiss him again and again. You suddenly snapped out of the trance, looking back at your friends, who all had different levels of shock and uncertainty written on their faces.Â
âCâmon, pretty girl.â Rafe stood up, lifting you in bridal style without an effort, carefully not to hurt your bleeding knees. He almost walked away, but then sighed, turning back to look at his sister. âYou coming home with us or somethinâ?â
âUm, no, Iâll be with John B. It seems like I would be third wheeling with you anyway.â She shrugged, not being able to keep a smile when you two met with your eyes.Â
Rafe then looked at JJ, thinking his words over. âI appreciate it, Maybank.âÂ
They exchanged a tight nod, both slightly shocked that for the first time ever, they communicated without biting each other's heads off. You leaned closer to Rafe, comfortably nestling in his protective hands, and looked at your friends, who were still too shocked to say anything.Â
âIâll see you guys later, okay?Â
Everyone agreed, saying goodbye to you and asking you to text them when you get there safely. They saw how Rafe made sure to slowly put you into the passenger seat, then circled the car and drove away. An awkward silence fell around them, everyone at a loss for words.Â
âOkay, so I am not the only one who saw that, right?â Pope spoke first, looking around the place as if he were trying to find something. âRafe freaking Cameron just was acting cute and didnât threaten to do something to us?â His own body physically shrugged at the word âcuteâ.
âI donât know, dude. We all just probably drank something and itâs messing with our heads.âÂ
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Reader sleeping on the couch after an argument w/Dorm leaders? How they would react w/happy endings?
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đ Riddle Rosehearts
Despite how hotheaded and stubborn he is, itâs actually really rare for you two to really argue. He values your opinions on everything, and heâd hate for you to feel like he doesnât hear you or care about your feelings. The last thing he wants is to make you feel like doesnât care.
That, however, is something heâs still learning. Itâs not very easy to let go of the habits he developed growing upâ Especially if he thinks what heâs doing is best for you. He doesnât know how to convince people, so he ends up coming off forceful and inconsiderate. It might even happen without him noticing he messed up, if youâre not extra straightforward about it.
So he knew you werenât happy with him, but really didnât think it was that bad, seeing you asleep on the couch is the last thing he was expecting. Even more if itâs the first time it happens, it makes him freeze go into panic mode.
Youâre woken up to a really shaken looking Riddle, asking you what youâre doing on the couch at this time in very genuine confusion. He might not even have considered it was because of the argument, too focused on trying to figure out whatâs up with you. And itâs hard to stay upset at him when he so readily listens to whatever you have to say, apologizing profusely and making a promise to not do it again that heâll always keep. His intention from the start was to do whatâs best for you, after allâ So if he turns out to be wrong, the first thing he wants to do is to correct it.
đ Leona Kingscholar
Arguing with Leona is⊠definitely a situation. It might have you wondering if it even counts as an argument at all. Sometimes he just doesnât seem to even react to what you have to say, sometimes he straight up states he canât be bothered to argue. Heâs not as stubborn towards people he really likes, but heâs still very proud.
He can actually tell that he messed up very quickly, pretty much in the middle of whatever interaction went wrong, but canât bring himself to actually back down and admit it. He doesnât even bother trying to convince himself that heâs right or anything, heâs just that allergic to saying the word âsorryâ.
When he walks past you, his first thought is that he should just âlet you sulkâ. Itâs probably not the first time it happens to him in a relationshipâ And the same routine plays out every time. He wants to walk away, but he canât. He eventually does, then he comes back and stares for minutes. Regret starts to really sink in then.
You have a blanket draped over you the day after, and Leona just so happens to be around to ask, much more tentatively than usual, if youâre coming with him to get breakfast. Itâs his version of an apology, kind of. Heâll actually say it out loud if the subject of the argument was more serious, but thatâs rare. Heâs not very good at this and the both of you are aware of that, but he still cares, and heâll get there eventually. Maybe.
đ Azul Ashengrotto
Surprisingly, or perhaps not, he might actually have the lowest argument rate out of all dorm leaders? He owes a lot of it to just being good with words, he pretty much always manages to bring up his disagreements in a really non-confrontational way, theyâll barely even register as disagreements at all. If he canât find a way to seamlessly compromise, he often just keeps his thoughts to himself.
...Mostly because he gets too anxious at the possibility of you rejecting him. Even if itâs something small, itâll stay inside his head and refuse to leave, getting dwelled on when life starts to get particularly stressful. If you two argue, the likelihood is that he actually started it, because some other minor issue came up and the pile he was mentally stacking ended up falling apart.
Things can get really messy in the moment. Everything sounds offensive to him when heâs freaking out, while at the same time heâs painfully aware that heâs being overly emotional and causing problems that didnât exist before. He stops his rant suddenly when self control manages to return to him, but at that point things were already said, and youâre walking separate ways after he awkwardly suggests you two just take a moment to cool off.
He might not even see you on the couch, being too ashamed to leave his office, but Jade will let him know either way. Azul wonât disrupt your sleep, and heâll even try to give you enough time in the morning to get through your usual routine, but as soon as itâs possible heâs looking for you to privately apologize. He takes care to clear up any misunderstandings before voicing any of his worries, even though itâs visible how nervous he is. It comforts him just to see you looking at him with fondness again, seriously relieved that he wonât be losing you over the situation.
đ Kalim Al-Asim
Kalim is another one who doesnât really argue, but thatâs not to say he doesnât voice his disagreements, because he does, and he does it very often. It happens as soon as the thought pops up in his mind, spoken all lightheartedly. Regardless of what the subject being talked about is.
âŠWhich can very easily become a problem. He does take all your boundaries very seriously, but you need to be very straightforward about them. So if it happens that you two get into a topic he doesnât know is touchy for you, he might say something that comes off insensitive. And yes, he will ask you as soon as he sees the change in your expression, but the lack of tact doesnât mix well with you already being upset, and you end up just walking away.
Only then he stops talking, freezing up completely. He can tell, that you probably want some space now, and heâll honor thatâ but the whole thing doesnât leave his mind for hours. He has no clue of when he should go look for you to try to talk and apologize, no clue of how he should even word it all when he doesnât know what he did wrong. His heart shatters when he sees you sleeping on the couch.
He probably asked Jamil for advice, then heard that he should really give you your space, but he just canât take it. You get shaken awake and heâs tearing up while he apologizes, saying he really didnât mean to make you upset, that heâll do his best to be more careful if you tell him just what went wrong, but also that you donât need to talk right now if you donât wantâ Heâs a little clumsy, and very emotional, but you know he means well, and that he loves you very much, which heâll be sure remind you of over and over again.
đ Vil Schoenheit
Itâs no secret that he can really nag people, but Vil really doesnât like to actually argueâ Heâll say it every time a disagreement or misunderstanding starts to get tense. Partially a self-reminder, heâs aware that he doesnât have nearly as much patience as he would like to. It can take a decent amount of effort to keep himself in check.
You two do successfully compromise very often, but sometimes even his suggestions can come off very harsh. Itâs no secret to anyone who knows him. His peacemaking attempts are still pretty blunt, and his opinions are never held back. It can easily get upsetting, going as far as feeling like heâs judging you even though heâs not.
Vil actually takes a moment to tell that he might have said the wrong thing. Heâs not so proud heâll refuse to admit his own mistakes, but heâs just⊠used to upsetting people. You can outright leave mid conversation and it still wonât be his gut reaction, he always believes whatever heâs saying and only wants the best for you. It can take a good few moments until he realizes youâre not just âsulkingâ the way his underclassmen at the dorm do when he scolds them. Finding you asleep on the couch can honestly shock him.
He wonât wake you up right awayâ Itâs still important for you to get your rest, and he wants to really think about what happened before he says anythingâ but thereâs no way heâll let you spend the night there. His voice is really soft when he calls your name, waiting for you to gather yourself before he tells you heâs sorry. Gently reassuring you in whatever you need while he explains himself, heâll make sure everything is okay before he touches you at all, wrapping you up into a hug when everything is finally settled.
đ Idia Shroud
Heâs freaking out, full stop. He didnât even think heâd ever get far enough with someone to be in this position. Since when does he even have the audacity to argue with a partner he never even believed heâd get? Whatever he did, he wholeheartedly believes he screwed up big time.
...And even though itâs his anxiety talking first, he might actually be right. Heâs usually really passive, doesnât even voice disagreements beyond maybe just whining about not wanting to go somewhere with a lot of people. And even then, he might be willing to try, just for you â So what went wrong? Probably a messy misunderstanding, where he said a lot of things he doesnât meanâŠ
Heâs honestly just expecting it to be over. Believing that youâre going to block all his socials and never speak to him again. The second you walk away, the only thing in his mind is the absolute worst, so when he sees you on the couch heâs⊠relieved? But just for a second. It means thereâs still hope for him! You would have just disappared if you wanted nothing to do with him, right? But he also recognizes the trope, he knows heâs going to need to work to be forgivenâ
Idia is just standing there when you wake up. Pacing around the living room and losing his mind. He gets startled when he sees youâre awake, like heâs terrified of what will come next. At least heâs had (more than) enough time to think about what happened⊠the apology you get is very much sincere, even if it gets rambly at certain parts, ending with the two of you comforting each other.
đ Malleus Draconia
For obvious reasons, things can get tricky with Malleus. Whenever you feel like youâre really starting to understand him, something strange will happen again, itâs a real cycle. All the factors in his upbringing connect with each other to build a very specific kind of character. Even if it looks like you two are really similar, thereâs going to be a minimum of a handful of details that just change everything.
Heâs always careful with his words, with basically no exception, but sometimes he just doesnât know what the ârightâ thing to say would be, or he doesnât know what a certain cue could mean in the moment, or whatever he knows is something that doesnât apply outside of specific context of the royal family heâs a part ofâ The possibilities are endless, but a lot of the time, itâs more likely that things will just chalk up to the fact you donât understand each otherâs perspectives.
He might notice something is off right away, he might think nothing wrong happened at all, it can be wildly different depending on the topic at hand. Heâll ask whatâs wrong if he does notice, but even if you do try to explain to him why youâre hurt, it may not make sense inside his head right away. And even though heâs genuine and fast to apologize, it can feel cold when he clearly canât tell whatâs actually wrong.
When he walks by the couch youâre asleep on, it doesnât even register as being related to the argument right away. He shakes you awake to tell you itâs not a good idea to sleep there because it gets really cold later in the night. Right now, heâs had enough time to process and understand the situation, quickly giving you a new, truly heartfelt apology. Even if in the whole thing, in retrospect, was a pretty minor issue ïżŒâ And if it isnât, or youâre just not ready to forgive him yet for whatever reason, he doesnât push it. The only thing heâll insist on is having you sleep somewhere more comfortable, really.
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