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flowersforbucky · 25 days ago

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magnetic field

erik lehnsherr x reader

word count: 2k

summary: takes place following the events of days of future past. reader is a mutant with elemental manipulation powers.

a/n: this goes out to the three erik/magneto fans that will read this 🤧 i don't have high hopes for this but i still thought i'd giving sharing it a shot. very well may end up deleting it but we will see lol

warnings/tags: a little bit of angst but mostly fluff! kissing, suggestiveness, implied smut but nothing graphic

You just keep me coming back

Something about how opposites attract

You hold me down

I'm in it for real

Love me, leave me high and dry

I'm back in your arms and I don't know why

I can't get around your magnetic field

- magnetic field by lights

It's just past dusk on a Sunday evening when he shows up on your doorstep with drenched clothes and dripping wet hair.

You knew that you were bound to see him again one day. You just didn't expect it to be here, or quite this soon.

“What are you doing here, Erik?”

You cross your arms and lean against the frame of your small cabin's front door, wrapping your cardigan tighter around yourself as you take in his appearance.

It had only been a few months since you had last seen him in D.C., but those few months had taken their toll on him. Dark circles encase his eyes that appear almost hollow.

“It always seems to rain when you're feeling particularly nervous,” he says with a half smirk. Thunder booms from above as rain beats down harder on the tin roof of your porch.

“It's Oregon,” you shrug. You concentrate on keeping your voice even. “It's rained for the last five days.”

He's not wrong. You do tend to subconsciously make it rain when you're nervous.

He chuckles under his breath, taking a step closer to you. Your breath catches in your throat.

“Do you really have to ask why I'm here?”

Now it's you who avoids his question. You have your hopes as to why he's here, but you can't bring yourself to feed into them. Not after all this time - after years of trying to move on while he was imprisoned, followed by a brief reunion during the events of Paris and D.C. that left your heart shattered all over again just a few months ago.

Can you really let yourself believe that he's simply here for you?

You raise a single hand to the side of his neck, your palm caressing the wet skin of his throat. His eyes narrow but he doesn't flinch away, only watches you curiously.

A second later, his previously soaked clothes and sopping wet hair are completely dry. He glances down, realizing what you did as you reluctantly pull your hand away from his skin. You think maybe - just maybe - a hint of disappointment flashes through his eyes at the loss of contact.

“Can't have you dripping all over my carpet,” you sigh, turning to retreat back into the house. You hear the front door click shut and you know that he's followed your lead inside.

“So, why Oregon?” He asks hesitantly as he slips his coat off and hangs it on a hook in the foyer. You turn to find him taking in the appearance of the place you've been trying to call home for the last few months. His eyes skim over the piles of books scattered throughout the small living room, and then to the bouquet of wilted zinnias on your dining room table that you had picked in hopes of making the bland space feel more lively.

“I'll answer your questions if you answer mine,” you offer, leaning against the edge of your kitchen counter. He walks to the dining room table a few feet away from you and pulls out a chair, taking a seat in front of where you stand.

“That sounds fair enough to me, darling.”

Your heart skips a beat at the familiar pet name. It feels as if it's been a lifetime since you've heard him call you that.

“I came here once as a kid,” you answer simply. “After what happened a few months ago, I couldn't bring myself to go back to New York. Charles, the mansion.. everything reminded me of you. I just needed to get away for a while.

He looks down at his lap, unable to hold your gaze. “I have so many regre–”

“Your turn,” you interrupt as you turn to the cabinet behind you. You rummage through it, gathering a tea kettle and a mug.

You aren't ready to hear his apologies. As badly as your heart has wanted to hear that he's sorry for so long, to hear him say that he regrets ever doing anything to jeopardize what the two of you had - you don't trust yourself to not crumble into a million pieces at those words now that he's sitting in your kitchen.

“How did you find me?” You ask without looking back at him. You fill the kettle with water, and bring it to a boil in seconds with the snap of your fingers.

“I'll tell you,” he says over the sharp whistle of the kettle. “But you can't laugh at me.”

You snort, pouring the boiling water over an earl grey tea bag as you try to ignore the swell of bitterness in your chest at the nostalgia of it. Memories of this exact scenario in a different time and place flash through your mind - a happier, more innocent time and place. You carry the mug over to where he sits and place it in front of him before pulling out the chair next to him.

You hold out your pinky towards him, elbow on the dining room table. He cocks an eyebrow at you.

“I pinky promise that I won't laugh at you,” you say, little finger still extended. He leans forward, lips forming a smirk as he wraps his pinky around yours. His skin is every bit as soft and warm as you remember it being and you dread the moment that he pulls away.

“I went to the mansion,” he answers with his finger still secured around yours. “I snuck into Charles’ study when no one was home and found some letters you had written to him. I saw the return address on the envelope.”

“Huh,” you muse. “I guess I see why you made me promise not to laugh.” You're not sure what you were expecting his answer to be, but you didn’t think it would be quite so… human.

“Your turn to answer a question, darling.”

Your only response is a small nod.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No,” you answer, perhaps a bit too quickly. “I don’t.”

His posture slackens, relief taking over his features. He leans over to where your fingers are intertwined, and presses his lips to the side of your pinky finger. It has been years since his lips have touched your skin, but you melt at the familiar warmth all the same.

“Good,” he sighs in relief. His breath fans over your skin, leaving a visible trail of goosebumps over your hand. “I do not intend to leave unless you order me away.”

Your eyes burn with tears that threaten to spill over. His sudden appearance, his words, his mere presence after so much time apart is overwhelming. Despite it all, you can’t bring yourself to care about the reasons why you’ve had to spend so much time apart.

He’s here, and that’s enough for you. Everything else can be addressed in time.

You bring your free hand to his face, cupping his jawline in your palm. Your thumb skims over the stubble that graces his cheeks.

“What do we do now?” you wonder aloud. His pale eyes crinkle as he gives you the first smile that you’ve seen from him in years.

“We try to make up for lost time.”

••••••

You heat him some leftovers from the dinner you had made for yourself not long before his arrival, a bowl of chicken noodle soup and homemade bread. He scarfs the food and the tea that you'd made for him down within minutes, and then retreats to your cabin’s small bathroom to rinse off the last few days of cross-country travel. He had brought a singular duffel bag that now rests on the foot of your bed - which just so happens to be the only bed in the house, seeing as how it's a one bedroom and you live here alone.

Butterflies fill your belly at the implication. There was once a time where it never would have been a question - of course the two of you would have shared the only bed in the house. Now, doing so could very well mean diving back in too quickly and ending up broken all over again.

But then again, didn't that become a possibility the second that you opened your door to find him on your porch?

“What’s on your mind?” His soft voice sounds from behind you. You had been so lost in thought that you didn't hear him exit the bathroom and wander back down the hallway.

You turn to find him leaning against your bedroom door frame, wearing only a towel that hangs loosely from his hips. His chestnut hair still drips wet.

Your eyes flicker between him and the spare quilt that you have piled in your arms.

“You can sleep in here,” you tell him with a nod towards the bed that you'd just put a set of fresh sheets on. “I'll take the couch.”

He chuckles lowly, standing up straight as you walk towards the door, blocking your exit.

“Don't be silly. I'm not going to kick you out of your bed in your own home,” he tells you in a gentle but firm tone.

“You're not kicking me out of my bed,” you assure him. “I'm offering it to you.”

Your cheeks warm under his gaze that you struggle to hold - your eyes threatening to wander down the expanse of his chest with the rise and fall of each breath that he takes.

“It's loads comfier that whatever cot that you were sleeping on in prison, I promise,” you jab at him lightly when he doesn't respond.

He hums in consideration, taking a step closer to you.

“It's not the cot that I minded so much while I was in prison. It's the fact that any bed without you in it feels empty.”

A clap of thunder booms in the distance at the same time that your heart skips a beat.

“I'm not expecting anything to happen, darling,” he assures you lightly. “We don't even have to touch. After so much time apart, I just want to be next to you.”

You exhale a breath that you didn't realize you had been holding in, and place the quilt in your arms on the dresser right next to you.

“Don't be silly,” you repeat his sentiment from just moments ago. You take a step closer to him, now able to smell hints of Old Spice soap from his shower. “Of course you can touch me. If that's what you want.”

“If that's what I want?” He scoffs softly, inching towards you. You place your hands on his hips, walking backwards until your thighs brush against the edge of your mattress. You're lodged between him and the bed, his bare chest practically brushing against yours.

“As if I’d ever not want that.”

He raises his hands to each side of your face and tilts your head up to look at him. His thumb massages over the swell of your bottom lip, his eyes locked on your mouth.

“Erik,” you breathe, and before you can get out another word, his lips are slated over yours. You pull him flush against you by your hold on his waist.

When you close your eyes and focus solely on the feeling of his mouth moving in synchrony with yours, you forget where you're at and everything that's happened over the course of the last decade. In this moment, you're not in a run down cabin in the middle of nowhere Oregon - you're in the courtyard of the mansion and he's kissing you for the very first time.

“I missed you so much,” he whispers against your mouth when he pulls away. You raise up on your toes, pressing your lips against his one more time before pulling back to stare up at him with a smirk. You sit down on the edge of the mattress and scoot back, pulling him down with you.

“Then let's make up for lost time.”

You don’t notice it until you're drifting to sleep in each other's arms hours later, but the thunderstorm that had been raging upon his arrival had slowed to a silent, peaceful mist.

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son1c · 2 months ago

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part 2 of my sonic x dungeon meshi crossover is finally here!! read part 1 if you haven't already and please enjoy 🐉

Something was wrong. Even with his eyes closed, Sonic knew that. It felt like something was poking around inside of his head, its ghastly claws sinking into his delicate brain-meat, and it hurt! In fact, the relentless jabbing was more than just painful; it unnerved him, its apparent wrongness causing his stomach to twist and turn as if to say, Get out!

So, Sonic scrunched up his nose and did something.

What did he do? How did he do it? These questions weren’t important to Sonic. All that mattered to him was that it worked. As soon as he gathered his strength, the intruder retreated. It took Sonic’s soon-to-be migraine headache along with it, leaving Sonic to exhale in relief.

Good riddance, he thought.

Then, Sonic opened his eyes.

Surrounding him were the rolling fields of Green Hill. The grass swayed in a gentle breeze and the sky was a perfect blue. Sonic looked around, but there didn’t seem to be any Flickies nearby, because he couldn’t hear their telltale song. In fact, other than the wind, it was completely silent, almost like the whole world had just two occupants: him and the creature laying across his legs.

"Well, then," the creature--a winged lion--mused, its voice pleasant. "How did you do that, I wonder?"

Sonic blinked. He realized he couldn't feel his legs and tried to move out from under the lion, but couldn't. Frustrated, he asked, "Mind gettin' off me?"

The lion sighed. "I'm afraid I can't." Sonic opened his mouth to protest, but the lion continued, "A powerful spell has bound us together. But enough about that. I'm much more curious about you."

"Me?"

"Oh, yes. You."

Sonic didn't like the look in the lion's eyes. They sparkled, not unkindly, but not in a way he found particularly trustworthy, either. "First," Sonic said slowly, "you tell me something."

The lion smiled. "Of course," it replied. "Anything."

"What were you doin' in my head?"

The lion's eyes grew wide. "Ah, so the cat’s out of the bag, is it?" When Sonic frowned, the lion went on to say, "I was looking for something. I'm surprised you were able to tell--usually, no one notices." Tilting its head, the lion asked, bemused, "But you're not of the usual sort, are you?"

Sonic's eyes narrowed. Looking for something? He didn't like the sound of that! "Not cool, dude," he said, ignoring the lion's comment about him being weird. "You have a mouth, right? If there's something you wanna know, use it and ask!"

"Fair enough," the lion conceded. Then, it set its large head down on Sonic's chest. "For what it's worth, your mind shut me out quickly. A passing glance is all I managed to capture before you overwhelmed me." The lion paused. "Yes, you're truly unusual."

Sonic bristled. He was liking this guy less and less by the minute. "What, you thought I'd roll over and let you take whatever you wanted? Not a chance!" He tried to shove the lion's head off him and sit up, but couldn't. The lion's skull was like a cinder block that'd been bolted to his rib cage and it refused to budge.

Irritated (and beginning to feel a little claustrophobic), Sonic spat, "Just who are you?"

The lion's smile returned. "Me?" Its yellow eyes flashed. "Hmm. Right now, I suppose I'm you."

The grass stilled as the breeze died. But Sonic wasn't afraid.

"So much for a lion!" Sonic sneered. "You're more like a copycat. All roar, no bite, I'll bet!"

"An imitation has no appeal to me," the lion replied smoothly. "What I'm really after is happiness. Now, it's my turn. So, please, tell me: what do you desire?"

Sonic gritted his teeth. The wall he'd unknowingly constructed to keep the lion out of his mind grew stronger with his determination. Then, with both hands, he grabbed the lion's head and lifted it off of his chest. Finally, he was able to sit up, although his legs still felt tingly.

"Such willpower!" the lion said, delighted.

Sonic furrowed his brow. After a moment, he let go of the lion's head and muttered, "What's with you? First you wanna know about my desires, then you're happy when I fight back?" He shook his head in disbelief. "I don't get you at all."

Chuckling, the lion replied, "The chase sweetens the prize."

Sonic snorted. "If all you want is to make me happy, that's easy. Just get off me!"

Instead, the lion curled up on Sonic's legs and closed its eyes. "I like you," it said, almost absentmindedly. "You're interesting. Indeed, anyone else would've folded to my vast consciousness. But there you are, still here."

Sonic didn't really understand what the lion was saying, but it made him angry anyway. "I'll never fold to you!"

A lazy grin played on the lion's lips. "Then we'll have to share. After all, you won't be going anywhere without my legs." Cracking an eye open, the lion added, "Although, you may find your heart has shifted once you wake. The Lord of the Dungeon's blood flows through it now..."

Sonic squeezed his eyes shut in exasperation. This whole conversation was so confusing!

Suddenly, Green Hill began to fade. Literally--the world around them was melting away into nothing. Before it disappeared completely, the lion said, "Good luck, Sonic."

Thistle inspected the gauntlet Sonic had surrendered to him with an impatient sort of fervor. He looked at each finger, the thumb, and the palm, but still didn’t find what he was looking for. So much of his focus was devoted to searching for the inscription he knew to be there–somewhere–that he didn’t notice the lion chimera peering over his shoulder until their faces were practically touching.

Thistle jumped. “Stay back!” he snapped, a bead of sweat rolling down his neck.

Sonic blinked, surprised by the mage’s outburst. But then he huffed and did as he was told.

"You hurt his feelings," Merlina told Thistle.

"It doesn't have feelings," Thistle replied automatically. Once he was sure Sonic wasn’t going to sneak up on him again, he began prying a screw loose from the gauntlet with his fingernails. Maybe the inscription was hidden underneath the plating?

Merlina put her hands on her hips. "Oh, certainly not the demon. But what of the hedgehog?"

Thistle didn't look up. "What of him?"

Merlina bit her lip. She didn't like how dismissive Thistle was, but it would be suspicious for her to care about Sonic like a friend, when they were supposed to be strangers. Still, when she looked over at the lion chimera, she couldn't help the ache in her chest, because it was her summoning spell that had brought him here in the first place. Though, her plan had gone awry.

In the end, Merlina simply turned away from Sonic and said to Thistle, "Nothing. Have you found the inscription yet?"

Thistle ignored her. But if he’d responded, it probably would've been something along the lines of, No. Or, No, obviously. Or maybe even, No, and you're not helping, so be quiet!

In response to his silence, Merlina turned up her nose. If he was going to be rude, then so be it, but as a member of the King's Court, she was above such petulant behavior! For that reason, Merlina chose to return his silence in kind.

Truly, the irony was palpable…

If Sonic had been listening to their conversation, he would’ve rolled his eyes. But he wasn’t listening, because he was more focused on his paws–all four of them.

Leaning over, Sonic stared down at his two front paws with wide eyes. A strange feeling filled his chest as he watched the moonlight shine through his gray fur. He knew without touching it that his fur was rough, like a nice winter coat, and that his dark claws could tear through even the toughest armor.

He tapped one of his toes. The sensation of his claw scraping against the dirt confirmed that what he was seeing was real, but it didn’t make the strange feeling go away. Like a boulder, or maybe a whole mountain’s worth of cascading rocks, it weighed heavily on Sonic’s chest. And it only grew stronger as he continued to look down at the feet that didn’t feel like his own.

Finally, Sonic looked away from his paws. He couldn't bear to see them anymore, since they were making his head hurt. Was he angry? Was he happy? The strange, seemingly contradictory feelings pounded against his skull like a jackhammer, threatening to split his head in two.

That’s not me, he thought. That can’t be me.

In desperation, Sonic looked this way and that, trying to find something--anything--to ease the pain. But everything he saw only made it worse. The feathers covering his chest and arms, the dragon with a human head, the she-mage Merlina. They all served to further his confusion until eventually, he turned his attention toward the only thing he had left to turn to: Thistle.

Instantly, a wave of calm rushed in. It washed away all other feelings and rid the lion chimera of his headache. He blinked slowly. His strange body didn’t bother him so much now. No, it didn’t bother him at all. His quills relaxed and his feathers laid flat, all because of that wicked glass vial, containing none other than a drop of the mad mage’s blood.

The winged lion had been right about Sonic’s heart.

Now, Sonic cared only for the Lord of the Dungeon.

“There you are,” Thistle hissed. He’d finally pried the plating off Sonic’s gauntlet. Between his thumb and forefinger, he held up a single iron strip to examine under the light of the moon. The glyphs glinted with an unmistakable power, their carving as masterful as he’d expected, each stroke etched perfectly into the metal. “I knew the Great Wizard Merlin’s work hadn’t been lost. With this, I’ll finally be able to…”

“There are still more fragments to be found,” Merlina interrupted, looking uncomfortable. “Or have you forgotten?”

Scowling, Thistle pocketed the iron strip before discarding the rest of Sonic’s gauntlet. It fell to the grass with a muted thunk.

Sonic cocked his head and gave the gauntlet a brief glance, but quickly lost interest. He felt nothing at the sight of its mangled corpse and forgot about it as soon as he looked away. Yawning, the lion chimera closed his eyes and began to think about blueberries…

It was then that the dragon chimera approached. Her heavy footsteps caused the earth itself to tremble as if in warning while her long tail swished behind her, slow and steady. She peered down at Sonic, her bright yellow eyes standing out against the shadows of her face, her expression unreadable.

Sonic cracked one eye open to look at her. Her size failed to intimidate him, and her pinprick pupils drew another yawn from Sonic. If she thought he'd be impressed by her Studio Trigger shading, she had another thing coming! But right as Sonic was about to go back to daydreaming, he noticed the red splatter on her huge dragon hand, and his nose twitched.

Heedless to the danger, Sonic got close enough to her hand to touch the splatter. It was dry and cracking but still smelled familiar, although something about it wasn’t quite right, like a latte with the wrong kind of milk, or a chili dog without the chili.

Just when Sonic was about to take a step back, he found himself being picked up by the human hands of the dragon chimera. At first, he squirmed, his wings flapping uselessly in an attempt to get away. But then he caught sight of the dragon chimera’s face and stopped.

She no longer looked like she belonged in a suspect lineup for the critically acclaimed 2023 game, The Murder of Sonic the Hedgehog. Instead, her features had softened to a more natural state, and Sonic couldn’t help but think that she looked too kind to be a dragon.

“You’re,” Falin started to say, her voice strained, “just a… child…?”

Sonic wanted to fire back with a witty retort, but when he opened his mouth, he found it hard to say anything. It was like there was a weight pushing against his throat that hadn’t been there before, making even simple sounds difficult. Clearing his throat didn’t solve the problem, which irritated him, but he wasn’t a quitter, so he forced the words out anyway.

“Nnnothin’... ‘just’... about it!”

Then, with his back paws, Sonic pushed off against the dragon chimera’s feathery abdomen and flipped out of her grasp. He landed on the ground with Olympic grace, rubbing his nose with his thumb as he grinned up at her. But his throat was shredded from just those four words, so he let his actions speak for themselves.

Falin, in all her mid-20s wisdom, knew that Sonic was trying to look cool. So, she clapped her hands together and smiled at him, because who was she to deny him of that? She’d already killed him once. Instead of sulking about what had been, unbeknownst to her at the time, a cold-blooded child murder, she found it much more productive to be supportive.

Now that Sonic smelled like the Lord of the Dungeon, there was no need for Falin to commit double child homicide, anyway.

Hurray!

“Dragon,” Thistle said, commanding both her and Sonic’s attention. “The next artifact awaits. Quickly, now. We mustn’t keep Delgal waiting.”

As the dragon chimera shuffled over to Thistle, Sonic’s keen eyes noticed something. Inside Thistle’s chest, another blueberry had formed, and it sat, radiating warmth right next to the mad mage’s heart. Sonic remembered the irresistible taste of the first blueberry he’d eaten and before he knew it, he was moving, running past the dragon chimera and straight at Thistle.

In turn, Thistle held up one of his hands and demanded, “Stop!”

Sonic skidded to a halt. He barely managed to avoid plowing into Thistle, his nose mere inches away from the mad mage’s outstretched palm. Impatiently, Sonic flicked his tail. The delicious blueberry was so close now. It was making his mouth water.

“You’re more useful to me in this form than as a book,” Thistle said. “But if you start acting as you did before, it won’t matter. I’ll return you to the pages. Understand?”

Sonic didn’t understand. He had no idea what Thistle was talking about. Still, he really wanted that blueberry. So, he flashed Thistle a thumbs up and gave the mad mage a toothy grin.

At this, Thistle wrinkled his nose. “Perhaps your other head was best,” he muttered. Then, he straightened his face and put his hands on his hips. “I want to gather all the artifacts before two week’s time. The next one isn’t far, but we shall need to…”

To be honest, Sonic stopped listening after Thistle said “I want.” Because when those two words were uttered, the blueberry in the mad mage’s chest grew a little bigger, and with it, the flavor grew a little stronger. In that moment, Sonic figured out how he’d be able to eat that blueberry, as well as every other blueberry that sprouted from Thistle’s heart.

He’d make sure Thistle got everything he wanted.

And in exchange, Sonic would eat the blueberries.

Tails wasn’t worried about Sonic. He knew Sonic. Sonic was the coolest guy he’d ever met and stronger than most people could ever dream of. So, when Sonic didn't show up after Tails and the knights finished off the last of the monsters, Tails figured he must still be fighting the dragon.

It was a big dragon, Tails reasoned. In fact, it was huge! And things only got that big if they had several hundred health points, right? By that logic, it made perfect sense that Sonic wasn’t back yet; it could take him all night to fell an enemy as ginormous as the red dragon!

In the meantime, Tails focused on helping people who’d been hurt from the monster invasion. He pulled up his socks, spun his twin tails, and got to work surveying the area. He’d make sure no one was left alone in the rubble… which there was a lot of.

Tails shook his head. Restoration plans could wait.

Sonic was counting on him to help these people right now!

It was a little hard to see through the haze of destroyed architecture, but not even the darkness of night could keep Tails from hearing the cries of two kids trapped under a broken food cart. With Percival’s help, Tails was able to pull the kids out from the wreckage and get them standing again. Then, he sent them off toward the castle where the rest of the townsfolk had gathered.

Lancelot wasn’t as content as Tails to simply let Sonic be, however. As Tails and the other knights helped the injured, Lancelot kept looking off toward the horizon until finally he said, “I’m going after him.”

Gawain scowled under his helmet. “You’re needed here, Sir Lancelot. Stay and help the people whose lives you’ve sworn to protect.”

Lancelot bristled. “Their safety is assured,” he said, his voice hard. “Unless I’m wrong to entrust them to your care?”

Gawain rose to his full height, but before he could draw his weapon, Percival moved in between him and Lancelot. “Now’s no time for a quarrel,” she interjected. “There’s much to do.” She spoke confidently, but the echo of her voice through the empty, damaged streets gave her words a more solemn gravitas. “With Prince Tails, that makes four of us. If we each tend to something, we can assure the continued safety of our kingdom and its people. As is our sworn duty.”

Gawain grumbled, knowing she was right.

Tails, meanwhile, blushed at the title Percival had unceremoniously bestowed upon him. If Sonic was uncomfortable being called a king, then Tails was embarrassed to be called a prince!

“I’m going,” Lancelot said, looking directly at Gawain. “When I return, it will be with the king.”

“Wait,” Tails suddenly said, having regained his composure. “Sha–... um… Sir Lancelot, don’t go. I know you’re worried, but Sonic’ll be fine. He’s beat bigger bad guys than this before! Really.”

Lancelot’s intense stare caused Tails to fidget with his tails. But he had faith in his big bro, so he didn’t back down. “It’s just… Don’t you think we could use your help around here? Those monsters broke a lot of stuff, including the wall! What if more monsters get in? I really think we should fix it first. Before anyone goes anywhere, I mean.”

“The fox is right,” Gawain said.

Lancelot turned away from Tails and the other two knights. It was impossible to see his face under the visor, but if Tails had to guess based on the hard line of his mouth, he probably didn’t look very happy right now.

“I want to see King Sonic’s return too,” Percival told Lancelot. “And we shall. After securing his people.”

The tension in the square was so thick, it could be sliced with a sword. But as the dust settled, so too did Lancelot’s frustration, and before long, he turned back toward the three of them. Curtly, he said, “One hour. That’s all I can spare.”

True to his word, Lancelot stayed to help Gawain, Percival, and Tails rescue the remaining townsfolk from precarious situations. (One of them had even gotten stuck inside a chimney somehow! After being freed, the man explained that he’d been trying to hide from the monsters, but didn’t realize how narrow a hiding spot he’d chosen until it was too late.)

By the time half an hour had passed, every last person had been sent to the castle. That left just one thing: fixing the town’s outer wall.

The part of the wall where the red dragon had broken through was nothing more than piles of broken stone. The wall had crumbled completely, leaving a distinctly dragon-shaped hole behind, and creating an unwelcome window out into the dark forest on the other side.

If Tails had more time, he could’ve invented a contraption to fix the wall for them. Maybe some sort of brick flinger? Or a cement spitter? Unfortunately, he was in the Middle Ages, and he had no idea where to find the materials he’d need to build those things. So, that meant Plan B…

“Stand aside,” Lancelot suddenly said, startling Tails out of his reverie.

Tails looked up at Lancelot, but the knight didn’t seem to be angry. In fact, he seemed determined, and so Tails did as he was asked. Though, his ears were perked in curiosity. The fox didn’t know much about Shadow, so he was interested to see what his doppelganger could do.

As it turned out, “what Lancelot could do” was fix the wall. Not only that, but he fixed the wall without lifting a single cinder block! He just drew a small, detailed circle into the dirt at the foot of the wall, and then burned it into the ground with the bottom of one of his jet shoes. Once the circle was aflame, it sent the stones in motion, seeming to reverse time until they all tumbled back into place, just like they’d been before the dragon had knocked them down.

Gawain rolled his eyes. “Show off,” he grumbled.

“Wow!” Tails said, his eyes sparkling. “That was amazing! How’d you do that?”

Lancelot didn’t look at Tails when he replied tersely, “I learned it from my mother.”

Tails raised an eyebrow, but before he could comment, Percival set a hand on Lancelot’s shoulder. “Thank you for your help, Sir Lancelot,” she said. “Now, I believe you have somewhere else to be. Sir Gawain and I will await your return with King Sonic.”

Gawain looked like he wanted to protest, but thought better of it when Percival shot him a glare so withering, its heat could be felt even through her visor.

Hmph. Well, he didn’t want to be around Lancelot for any longer than he had to be, anyway.

So, Gawain and Percival left for the castle. Lancelot’s shoes began to spark as they powered up, signaling his impending departure, his body already leaning the same direction he’d seen Sonic and the red dragon disappear into.

“I’m coming too,” Tails said.

Lancelot didn’t want to waste more time arguing. Would he have preferred to go alone? Yes, of course. But he’d kept his king waiting long enough, and wasn’t willing to make him wait any longer, so instead of fighting, he gave Tails a sharp nod.

The dragon’s tracks were large and noticeable, even in the relative darkness of night. Tails and Lancelot followed them out into the forest, taking note of the crushed bramble and torn bark along the way, until they reached the wicked spike field, where they suddenly stopped.

Tails looked around. The spikes were as plentiful as they were jagged, and he could see a blue quill lodged into one of them. That by itself wasn’t a bad sign–Sonic lost quills during fights all the time–but it was the silence that began to unnerve Tails.

Sonic was loud. If he was around, Tails and Lancelot would’ve already caught one of his quips on the wind. But they hadn’t. Instead, the only sounds in the forest were the quiet rustling of the leaves and an ominous dripping from one of the spikes.

Tails looked at that spike. He saw it, broken in half, the sharp tip hanging horizontally over the ground. There were claw marks at the base from the dragon, so it was clear she had broken it. And there was another blue quill stuck to the side of it, too. But that wasn’t all.

The dripping was forming a puddle on the ground. A very large puddle that made Tails sick to his stomach. It smelled like iron. It was red like Sonic’s shoes. And it was dripping from the tip of the spike.

Lancelot stood beside Tails. He looked at the puddle of blood too.

Tails’ mind was racing. There was no way that blood could belong to Sonic. It must be the dragon’s blood. But if it was the dragon’s blood, then where was the dragon? And, more importantly, where was Sonic?

The puddle of blood stared back at Tails in response to his question.

The silence pressed in on Tails like an omen. It was suffocating, but he couldn’t let himself choke on it. Sure, this looked bad. Really bad. But Sonic had been through worse and made it out. He must’ve made it out of this too. All they needed to do was keep looking, and they’d find him.

Because Sonic wouldn’t die. He wouldn’t leave Tails alone.

He just wouldn’t do those things.

“Sir Lancelot,” Tails said, his voice small, “let’s–”

Lancelot stopped Tails with a harsh, Shh!

Tails strained his ears. He heard branches cracking as they shifted in the wind. He heard distant voles chattering nervously. And then, far away, he heard the sound of heavy footsteps–heavy enough to belong to the red dragon.

No words were said. Tails and Lancelot simply took off, careful to avoid the pool of blood, in the direction of the sound. Eventually, it led them to the lake where this story began. But Sonic and the dragon weren’t there. As if by magic, everyone who’d been at the lakeside had disappeared. However, they’d left behind three crucial clues: Sonic’s gauntlet, a pair of tattered, bloody white gloves, and a single strand of long red hair.

Tails was horrified at the state of the gloves, but Lancelot was more focused on the hair, because he knew who it belonged to.

“She was here,” he said, his voice low and filled with barely contained rage. “Merlina the Wizard.”

#chimera sonic #i don't have a writing tag #yayyyyyy more story WOOHOO!!!!!#i love character interactions so fun so cool... that's what this whole thing is all aboutttt

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jesswritesthat · 2 months ago

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Iwaizumi Hajime: Mad-Dogs’ Master

Fandom: Haikyuu!! — [ Masterlist ]

Summary: ~1.6, Fluff

• There’s only one person Kyōtani listens to other than Iwaizumi, and the Ace is curious to find out why.

Warnings: None

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It was unwarranted, your charming and unexpected presence that is, yet still it had stunned the gymnasium into an ambiguous state of quiet.

"I'd love to see you serve Kentarō, it's been a while."

Seijohs' muffled sniggers echoed across the court, your assumption that Mad-Dog would adhere to your request was laughable - seriously. The Wing Spiker only respected Iwaizumi on the best of days, it was pointless for a stranger to try even if you were brave enough to address him so informally.

It wasn't until the rebel got into position did the amusement promptly die, briskly buried in mounds of concern and confusion like it'd never even existed in the first place.

The members shot intrigued glances between the two of you as if to decipher this invisible hold you apparently had over him, like a marionette to his master - except there was none.

"Mad Dog-chan, are you actually going to serve?" It came from Oikawa, the puzzlement heavily present in his tone.

"Yes."

Compliance.

"You're seriously gonna listen...?" Hanamaki hesitantly questioned next.

"Yes."

Resentment was painfully evident in the way he'd hissed it, but the lack of hesitation demonstrated confidence and trust.

"Why are you taking orders from a visitor?"

"Yes."

His response to Matsukawa caused the near entity of the VBC to sweatdrop, hopeless sighs escaping them as Kyōtani leaped into the air and smashed the ball with a resounding thud vibrating the floorboards underneath your feet.

It remained silent, your impressed gaze befalling an approaching Mad Dog who pushed the recovered ball into your chest with a grunt.

"Happy?"

"Very~" It was cheerful, radiant gratitude exuding from you causing a brilliant hue to appear on him - incoherent muttering trailed his retreating figure.

"Sorry about him, uh, I can take that if you want?" This player, the Ace if you recalled correctly, had a hand fall from the back of neck as he gestured to the volleyball with a sympathetic smirk.

"Oh right, I'm (L/n) (Y/n) sorry to interrupt, and it's fine. I'm used to Kentarō by now." You thought it best to introduce yourself since you didn’t share any classes.

"Yeah I’ve seen you around school, I'm Iwaizumi Hajime. Maybe you could give us advice since we're not yet."

"I beat him at arm wrestling years ago, instant respect I guess." You shrugged, a hint of embarrassment there but it certainly piqued the Aces’ interest.

"Oh really? I'll have to challenge you sometime."

"I'd like that Iwaizumi."

———

Although you’d spent more time around the Aoba-Johsai VBC lately, you didn’t quite expect that competition to come quite so soon. In front of a vast variety of peers watching the pair of you prepare for the arm wrestling contest no less.

Mad Dog cemented his grip over the joined hands of yourself and Iwaizumi, curtly sighing like he’d rather be elsewhere, before flicking a glowering gaze to his Senpai who sat opposite you.

"Iwaizumi-san."

The team expected a warning, specifically to avoid causing you injury else Iwa would suffer the consequences, but the true intention was surprising to even the Ace.

"Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yeah..?" Hajime looked to you quizzically before he’d replied, you maintaining an innocent smile.

Kyōtoni may've given Seijoh the wrong impression, to be honest you weren't confident in beating Iwaizumi in a feat of strength - that's not exactly how you'd beaten Kentarō, but all you needed to do was last three seconds.

“Go!”

Three seconds.

"You good (L/n)?" You happily nodded in reply, a smirk quirking his lips as he added more power, slowly forcing your stance into a careful submission.

Two seconds.

"You really are beautiful Hajime."

One second.

It was a determining split second, you'd felt the pressure alleviate from his arm completely due to surprise - instantly surging all of your strength to pin his arm before he refocused.

Zero.

Silence, ominous and echoing. Seijoh took exactly three moments to configure the results, glancing between Hajime and yourself, and finally at your interlocked hands.

The first and second years chorused 'Ooohs' and applause whilst the third years continued to stare on in disbelief. Oikawa swamped his partner before he could react whilst Kyōtani shoved your shoulder with a scowl.

"I can't believe you lost Iwa-chan?! We're adding more bicep curls to your workouts, it'll improve your spiking power too..."

Amidst the chatter, Iwaizumi managed to pull you to the side whilst the team were distracted and had bemusement etched onto his expression.

"You're strong Iwa, you would kick my ass if we had a rematch. You're still the champion of Aoba Johsai no matter what." Came your honesty, knowing your methods were haphazard at best, you’d resigned the title of ‘Arm Wrestling Champion’ to Iwaizumi since you’d only participated for fun.

"I'll let you enjoy the victory glow before I challenge you again, it suits you. That was a good strategy by the way, I wasn't expecting it."

"It's a one time wonder, I told Kyōtani there was a dog outside when we competed."

"Ah so that's the true tactic huh?" He seemed more defeated than previously, and also partially disappointed and you'd realised why.

"Iwaizumi, it may've been underhanded but that doesn't mean I was lying."

Your words left him speechless whilst you took the opportunity to reunite with an awaiting Mad-Dog. Oikawa soon joined his best friends’ side, giving him a nudge with petty disapproval lacing his voice.

“Can’t believe you lost that, I mean technically you let yourself get distracted by their comment, so what’s with you?”

"Um, they were telling the truth." Iwaizumi uttered, still processing the revelation himself.

"When they called you beautiful? But they haven't— (L/n)-chan! Am I pretty?" Oikawa hurriedly called to you.

"Huh? Sorry can't hear you!" Your brush off left Iwa laughing and Oikawa wearing his childish pout.

"...this is worse than Kiyoko ignoring me. You pick the strangest ones Iwa-chan!"

"I know. I picked you remember?" The Ace deadpan cemented, prior to flicking back to Oikawa offended. "Wait, whaddya mean pick them?"

"You like (L/n) don't you? Kinda evident by your fond smile and cute blush you— OW?!"

The Captain was cut off by a solid punch to his shoulder, one hard enough to make him reconsider his stance on additional bicep curls.

"Shut up Shittykawa!"

———

It ceased to fascinate the entirety of Seijoh just how connected you and Kyōtani were, they dare say you’re the only human he’d willingly give the time of day. They also wanted to know how.

So after you’d finished your conversation with Iwaizumi and bid farewell to the team, they took advantage of the split second of contentment that briefly lingered in Kyōtani after seeing you.

“What does (L/n) have on you?” Makki spoke up first, only receiving a glare in response. His question wasn’t even justified with an answer.

Instead, Iwaizumi took a shot.

“(L/n) said they bested you at arm wrestling when you guys were younger, was it the same tactic?”

This actually received a reply, no matter how blunt.

"I only lost because (Y/n) pointed out this dog across the street, they knew how I really wanted one so..."

"Used it to beat you?" Yahaba interjected, as if resolving the suspense but Mad-Dog only rolled his eyes with a frustrated tut.

"That's what (Y/n) might want you to believe, but they were stupidly excited about me seeing it and blurted it out, pinning my arm in the process. (Y/n) offered a rematch straight after, saying it didn't count and apologised 50 times like an idiot."

"That's what did it?" Oikawa chimed in, even if he wasn't particularly involved in the conversation.

"I don't respect them because they beat me. I respect (Y/n) because they took the time to care."

Oikawa and Iwaizumi shared an understanding look, one that acknowledged you pointing out something he liked had gained you unparalleled loyalty. As such Hajime decided that he should show the same respect but he’d wait until he could catch Kyōtani alone to discuss it.

———

It was after practice that Iwaizumi had managed to catch the fiery spiker in the club room.

"Hey, Kentarō.” The blonde made a noise of acknowledgement when throwing his gym bag over his shoulder, enough for Iwaizumi to continue. “Would you mind if I asked (L/n) on a date?"

"What?" It was spoken more deadly than anything else, like pushing the subject further would cause him to bite.

"(L/n) (Y/n). I like them, a lot actually, and with how close you are I thought I'd let you know."

Kentarō dropped his bag to the floor, glare only intensifying like the fires of hell despite the calm explanation from his upperclassmen.

"..."

"Look I get it, but I think (L/n) would feel better if you appr—“

"You don't know (Y/n) like I do!" Mad-Dog suddenly snapped, voice cursing and loud, though Iwa remained neutral having expected this to some extent.

"Obviously not, you grew up together right?"

"Other people's happiness came first, all the time! They’re always trying their best for others even if they get anxiety or whatever. They make so many sacrifices for everyone. When I was an ass they didn’t give up on me either, they’re too—" It was spoken harshly, yet radiated emotion. "(Y/n) doesn't— they deserve— tch nevermind."

"That's why you try to make them smile, yeah?"

A low growl meant more than words, Kyōtani flashing his teeth prior to picking up his bag in a sulk which told enough of a story. Though Iwaizumi knew not to pester.

It remained quiet as the tension dissipated, Kentarō shoving his hands in his pockets and suddenly breaking the silence with a low tone.

"Iwaizumi-Sa—... Iwaizumi. You better make them happy. If you dare hurt (Y/n) in any way, I'll kill you."

"I'll look out for them, always, just as you will. (Y/n) can rely on both of us Kyōtani." Hajime confidently stated, a softer smile appearing. "And you don't need to worry, I'll try to keep them smiling."

"Tch, good luck. (Y/n) can still say no."

"I knew this was going too well." Though, it was the closest to approval he was going to get, he could only hope you agreed.

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#iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi hajime imagine #iwaizumi imagine #haikyuu iwaizumi #haikyuu #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu oneshot #anime x reader #anime imagine #haikyuu imagine #iwaizumi scenarios #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi fluff

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thebearer · 1 year ago

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An adult makes a sly comment about Teddy when the family is walking in public (maybe a mall) and Carmen gets so heated he was ready to throw hands but the reader has to stop him.

"We've gotta go get you some new tap shoes, and then Mama needs to go to the makeup store-"

"-Ooh! I wanna go too!" Teddy squealed, hand squeezing yours. "Can I go in with you?"

"If you're being good." You give her a half-hearted stern glare. "If you're being wild and going to touch everything, you have to stay with Daddy."

"I'll be good." Teddy nodded, hands swinging with yours and Carmen's, walking between the two of you.

Carmen grinned, letting her swing and twirl around his hand, even in the aisles of the dance supply store. "Was it Capezio or the Bloch ones..?" You muttered, looking between the two. "Let me just check the text again. Can you hold these?" You asked Carmen, handing him the two boxes.

Teddy still twirled, wide and long down the aisles, Carmen's eyes trained on her. Another dad, maybe a grandfather by how old he was, and his child, around Teddy's age, walked down the aisle.

"Teddy, c'mere." Carmen nodded, the four year old pirouetting down to him. "Stay here, alright?"

"Here, don't move." The other man said to his kid, nodding down for the child to sit on the small bench. "Stay right there, ok? Don't be running around like that kid." He nodded towards Teddy.

You tensed, eyes moving from Teddy- who was completely unbothered- to Carmen. His eyes flashing, grip tightening on the boxes. Carmen wasn't violent, not by nature. Hot headed, protective? Sure, but not violent.

Until someone threatened his family. It had happened once, a guy on the L shoving you when you were pregnant. Carmen had shoved him back, eyes wild and screaming at the guy until he retreated in fear. It was rare, very rare, but Carmen would protect his family.

"The fuck did you just say?" Carmen spat, setting the boxes down gently, brows furrowed already stalking towards the guy.

"Carmen," You hissed, grabbing at his arm, one hand on Teddy.

"No, what did he say? You talkin' about my kid, jagoff?" Carmen challenged.

"Yeah, your kid that you're too lazy to watch. Lettin' her run up and down these aisles while I'm trying to shop." The old man scoffed, glaring at Teddy.

"She wasn't in your way, and even if she was, you don't talk about my kid, alright? I'll knock your fuckin' teeth in, you piece of-" Carmen sneered, teeth grit, fists balled with rage.

"Carmen," You snapped, your tone teetering on the edge of a gasp and a growl. It made Carmen turn, seeing Teddy in your arms, grabbing at your jacket, wide eyed- scared. It made Carmen's stomach turn.

Carmen turned to the other man, tongue running across his teeth menacingly. "You better watch your fuckin' mouth, alright? Talk about my kid or any kid again, and I'll beat your fuckin' skull in." Carmen spat, turning and grabbing Teddy's coat and your hand.

"What is the matter with you?" You hiss, holding Teddy close to your chest, trying to quiet her little cries. She was scared, of course she was.

Carmen's eyes cut down to her, softening at the watery eyed look she gave him. "You heard him." Carmen snapped, nerves still grated and furious. He took a deep breath, hand running down his face to calm himself.

"Look, he's not talkin' about my kid, alright? She wasn't doin' anything- Teddy, you weren't doing anything." Carmen cooed, running a hand down her soft curls. "That guy was just an ass-"

"-Carmen-"

"-a poop head." Carmen muttered. "You don't let anyone talk mean to you like that, ok? You tell Daddy if they do."

Teddy was nodded slowly, a little confused, but less concerned now that she knew she wasn't in trouble.

"I think the store across town will have better stuff anyways." You try to change the subject, at least in front of Teddy for now. "And there's a Target. Daddy should take us there, shouldn't he?" You ask, brow raised in challenge more so than question when you looked at Carmen.

Carmen agreed, of course he did. He didn't complain when you ordered Teddy a cake pop, or when you'd slip another useless decoration in the basket. He kept his hand on you the whole time, possessive- grounding. You knew he needed to feel you, calm himself that way, so you let him.

#thebearer #thebearerblurbs #carmen berzatto #carmy berzatto x reader #dorothea “teddy�� berzatto #carmen berzatto x reader #the bear #carmy berzatto #carmen berzatto fluff #dad!carmen berzatto #dad!carmen berzatto x mom!reader #carmen berzatto angst #carmy fluff #carmy berzatto fluff #carmen 'carmy' berzatto #carmen berzatto blurb #carmen berzatto x fem!reader #carmen berzatto x female!reader #carmen berzatto x you

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ptq3000 · 1 year ago

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bakugo x fem!reader

reader's period fucking sucks. im on my period so this is a lil comfort for me

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it had been a shitty day. you woke up this morning laying in your bed when you felt super sweaty down there. you didn't think anything of it and went to use the bathroom. yet, you were met by your period.

you went on with your day, having to quickly run to the bathroom after classes due to the heavy blood flow. cramps were an asshole, like usual. the only thing you wished was different about your cramps was where it happened.

and maybe if cramps didn't exist.

you had them everywhere. in the front. on your back. even on your tits. it was terrible on you as you had no energy for anyone today.

after classes, you changed as quickly as possible and passed out on your bed. the soft mattress was always comfort for you.

...

it was dinnertime now. everyone that had retreated to their dorms were now in the common area as they awaited dinner. once it was ready, everyone sat down as usual.

"hey, mina, have you seen y/n yet? she didn't answer my texts." denki asked. "no, she's not answering mine either." this caught the attention of some as they now stopped their separate conversations to express their concern.

"someone call l/n once more and if she doesn't answer, i'll go to her dorm to see if she's ok." iida explains to the class.

mina nodded and went to your contact.

"im right here, don't call me." you spooked everyone as they all looked at you. your hair was put up into a bun which was messy after your nap. your t-shirt was riding up, showing the shorts you had on. you had marks all over your body from sleeping in one spot for a while. you looked tired as your face twisted into one of pain. cramps.

everyone went back to their business knowing that you were somewhat fine.

you slowly went to the kitchen and grab yourself a plate of what was for dinner. you found a seat at the end of the table and started eating slowly. halfway through, you dropped your chopsticks as the pain suddenly came over you. you wince and hold your stomach.

you mutter to yourself about how your fucking cramps need to stop and you start to breathe quicker than normal.

nobody notices over the chatter. except for one person.

bakugo stands up and walks over to the medicine cabinet. he pulls out pain meds and he fills a glass of water. he walks over to you and hands it to you with a scowl on his face. you know he means good so you take the pills and water from his hands.

you swallow the pills and gulp down the water without a problem. "thank y-" you didn't even finish your sentence before another wave of pain is sent through your body.

he walks off and goes back to his spot. he walks back and kicks out a classmate from their spot next to you. "what are you-" you start but stop as he glares at you. now that bakugo was sitting next to you, he reached his hand out to your stomach. testing the waters, almost. when you showed no signs of discomfort from his hand, he gently put it on your stomach and activated his quirk a little to heat up his hand.

the warmth drowned out the pain of your cramps. if this was going to happen everytime you had your period, you honestly wouldn't mind it.

"thank you, bakugo." you quietly thank him with a smile.

"tch, it's nothing you idiot." he mutters.

yeah, you wouldn't mind.

#mha x reader #bakugou x reader

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leclerced · 7 months ago

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hi sweets! is it okay for me to request a blurb where lando tries to top but a wave of shyness comes over him and the reader has to take over? just thought this would be a bit funny

yes ofc u can darling!! i was cooking dinner n thinking ab this and got an idea where he starts going down on her but doesn't know what to do after that so he just... doesn't stop. so here u go. enjoy. scrappily written while i cooked and ate and now im falling asleep. good night <3

Lando kisses his way down her body, occasionally nipping or sucking at her skin to leave a mark. He stops at her panties and bites down on the lacy waistband, tugging it down. She giggles and lifts her hips, hooking her fingers into the sides and pulling them down to help remove them. Lando drops them on the sheets and falls down between her thighs, hooking an arm around her right thigh and over her hips to hold her down. He blows softly on her dripping cunt, sending a shiver up her spine and drawing a whine from her lips.

Before she can utter a real complaint, his mouth is on her. He laps at her entrance, sucking at the arousal leaking there before he slips two fingers inside. Lando licks his way to her clit, flicking his tongue over it a few times before he begins sucking on it softly. The crude sounds of his fingers fucking her and his mouth sucking at her briefly fill the room before they're overwhelmed by her moans. She curls her fingers in his hair and presses herself closer, whimpering his name.

It's not long before her first orgasm washes over her, and she accidentally pulls out a few of Lando's hair when he doesn't stop and she's too sensitive. He looks up at her with a pout before smashing his lips to her inner thigh, sucking marks into her skin. When he's covered her right thigh in a trail of hickeys down to her knee, he kisses his way back to her pussy. A small noise bubbles up from the back of her throat when his mouth meets her center again, her brain going a little fuzzy with the aftershocks of her orgasm.

She lets herself melt back into the bed to the rhythmic licking and sucking on her clit. She starts trying to figure out the symbol or pattern Lando's tongue is tracing into her clit and her second orgasm catches her off guard. It bubbles up when Lando moves his arm to press his palm flat to her lower stomach, and suddenly it's crashing down on her. She spasms underneath his hold, chanting his name. He pulls away from her before it's too much this time, retreating to suck marks into her left thigh while she basks in her orgasm.

When he presses his mouth against her for a third time, she lets out a strangled moan and pulls on his hair. Overstimulation is nice, but she wants to be filled. He can make her come as many times as he'd like if he'd fuck her while doing it. She tugs lightly and whines, "Wanna fuck me, Lan?" He flicks his eyes up at her and hums, shrugging lightly as he swirls his tongue around her clit. "Do you want me to ride you?" His eyes brighten at her question and he kisses his way up her body, murmuring agreements into her skin. She cups his cheeks, they're warm and pink under her touch, and gives him a small kiss before uttering, "Okay, sit back for me. I'll take over."

Lando rolls away from her with a pleased sound and rustles around until he's leaning back into the pillows next to her. Once he settles, she climbs onto his lap. His hands find their way to rest on her thighs, "Thank you. 'M sorry." Lando's voice is low, his gaze soft as he hesitantly rubs his fingers along her skin.

She shakes her head and reaches between her legs to wrap a hand around his cock. "You don't have to apologize, we'll do whatever you want to." A small smile starts to form on her lips, soft and reassuring, but it's broken by a moan as she sinks onto him. She stills when he bottoms out, clenching around the thick girth of him as she adjusts to the intrusion. She brushes his hair back with one hand, admiring how pretty he is when he's looking up at her like this.

#ask #anon #ln4

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chuulyssa · 7 months ago

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coffee? (l lawliet)

↷ ASK ─ L and reader met at a cafe where L is a regular but reader is a new recruit at the cafe as a waitress who is being harrassed by some dudes and L steps in just to get feelings for her.

★ COUNT ─ 1.2k

!! TAGS ─ l lawliet x reader, slight harassment, catcalling, degrading (not by l), cliffhanger ending because im an asshole (also im a lazy bitch sorry)

★ PROLOGUE ─ stepping in to help without the security of a mask teaches a detective how to love

L settled into his favourite spot at the cozy café. He felt the familiar sense of comfort wash over him. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft murmur of undecipherable conversation surrounded him, leaving him in complete relaxation. It was days like this that helped take his mind off murders and mysteries and sink deep within solace and peace.

He let out a content sigh and reached for his book, ready to lose himself in its pages, when a voice interrupted his thoughts.

"Hello, welcome to our café. My name is Y/N, and I'll be your waitress today. May I take your order?"

L glanced up to see a new face smiling warmly at him, your name tag proudly displaying your name. He couldn't help but return your smile with a small one himself, an action which was quite unusual, even for his own standards.

"Hello, Y/N," L replied with a nod. "I'll just have my usual, please."

"Um... your usual?" you blinked, embarrassed. "I'm sorry, I'm-"

"Ah, it's alright, I figured as much," L waved a hand. "A black coffee."

You wrote it down on your little notepad. "Anything else?"

"Well..." L trailed off, thinking. He never really cared much about the other items on the menu. This time, however, to his own amusement, he found himself asking, "What would you recommend?"

"Huh? I- um," you were caught off-guard. In your defense, it was only your first day as an employee. How were you supposed to answer this customer now? "I suppose... a croissant?"

"Great choice," L nodded. "Please add that to my order."

"Okay!"

After you left, L was left wondering why in the world he ordered a croissant of all things. He could already picture Watari shaking his head at the fact that a million croissants could have been ordered in a second if he had said so. Still, L shrugged and looked over at the counter, grumbling internally when he didn't find you there.

The soft clinking of silverware and porcelain from the kitchen reminded him of how empty his stomach was. L's gaze returned to his book, one foot tapping on the ground in a firm rhythm. As soon as you came back with his order, he took it without a word. He smiled, albeit slightly, before taking a small bite of the croissant.

"It's quite nice actually," he muttered watching you retreat to another table, surprised because he didn't usually compliment any kind of food.

Your evening shift was coming to an end. While you were packing up and getting ready to leave and call it a day, a sudden ring from the front door of the cafe signaled another customer. You sighed before throwing your apron back on and hurrying towards the table.

Upon reaching there, you realized that it wasn't just one customer, but a whole group of men, probably in their early 20s. You wondered why they'd be here of all places - in a cafe, that is, and not at some bar getting wasted. Still, pushing those thoughts aside, you bent over slightly to talk to the nearest person, inquiring about their order.

The group of men gave a few whistles and even a few catcalls as you conversed. From the corner of your eye, you could see many of them staring at your behind, and you immediately straightened up uncomfrotably.

“Well, well,” one of them snickered as he glanced you over. “If it isn't the new, cute waitress. Hey, why don't you come over here and join us? There’s plenty of room on this table.”

You blinked at him, trying not to punch him in the face. "I'm sorry, sir. We aren't authorized to be-"

"Ack, stop that silly talk. I don't understand nothin' of what you're trynna say," his words were slurred by the alcohol in his system, while you looked for ways to get out of this situation.

The rest of them were eyeing you up and down as they laughed amongst themselves, seemingly amused by their companion’s crude behaviour. Their eyes were like sharks circling their prey, searching for a chance to seize it.

“Ah, come on now,” another one spoke up, giggling. “You can take a break, right? It’s not like anyone’s going to notice if you’re gone for a few minutes. So what do you say? You join us, and we have some fun?”

"Um, I'll have to decline, sorry-"

"Hello," a quiet voice interrupted. The men turned to look at the new addition to their conversation, jeering.

"You want some fun too? It's alright, join us. We won't mind," one of the men laughed.

"Leave her alone," L was surprised at his own willingness to go out of his way to help you. After all, he had just met you, so there was no way he had already become 'attached' to you, right?

Right?

"Woah, woah, chill, mate," one of them said with a smirk. "Who are you - her boyfriend? Her bodyguard?"

The men laughed along, and another one added, "Yeah, man. Stop ruining the fun."

"She said no, alright? So back off."

The other men snickered. The air was filled with a tense silence as L and the drunkard stared intently at each other.

The drunkard scoffed, “Nah, man, for real though. What’re you, her boyfriend or something? Don’t even bother, dude. With a face like that, you’re obviously not the type the bitches want.”

L felt a strange sensation of anger and irritation as a muscle in his jaw clenched. Did he just dare to call you a bitch? He kept his face unreadable as he met the drunkard’s gaze again.

The drunkard smirked. “Oh? Did I hit a sore spot there? Do I need to repeat myself? There’s no way that bitc would go for a guy like-"

SMACK! The drunkard fell out of his chair, and you could have sworn you saw a few teeth fly off. L's foot had landed straight to his jaw and knocked the man off his feet.

The other three men sat still as they stared at L, a mixture of shock and disbelief written on them.

L looked down at the still unconscious drunkard with a stone-cold expression, as if he was used to knocking people out with his boots.

The three men looked at each other, unsure of how to react.

"W-we're leaving," one of them said finally, grabbing his drunk companion by the arms and dragging him out of the café.

Your hands were clasped onto your mouth, genuinely shocked, but also trying to hide a little smile that threatened to be seen by the others.

The café had fallen silent. It was only broken by the sound of the front door closing and the sound of footsteps outside.

L's gaze snapped up as he looked at you. It was like his senses were finally coming back to his body. He cleared his throat and turned towards you again, his demeanour shifting into its usual emotionless state.

"Are you okay?"

"Y-yea," you said, taking your hands off your mouth awkwardly. "That was a... um... clean kick."

L looked at you as if he could suddenly see you in a completely different light. Why did he step in to help you? Why did he lash out at your customers? Heck, why did he even stay that long in the cafe?

He frowned at the new emotion that was building up in him. What was this feeling that he, the greatest detective ever, could not figure out?

With a timid sigh, L closed his eyes briefly before opening them and mumbling a little, "Thank you."

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@nezuko-kamado-cute-demon

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kamwilliamsonn · 1 year ago

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Stars - Caroline Graham Hansen

Dating Caro wasn't always easy, especially when you played in another country

Your girlfriend, Caro, was your favourite person, there was never any doubt in it, but it wasn't easy, with you playing for Chelsea, and her for Barcelona, you didn't see each other as much as you both would wish.

Which is why Champions League nights were your favourite.

You knew that one of you would end up ruining the others dream at the end of this game, one would continue on, and one would go home.

But that didn't matter, you knew that at the end of the game, you were going back to her house.

Win or lose.

She was your love, your life.

It was no surprise when the plane landed and the Barça player was there to greet you.

"Oh, y/n invited an enemy!" Sam shouted with a teasing grin, your national teammate always taking a chance to annoy you.

You just rolled your eyes at the brunette. "Shut up, Sammy, not everything is about football."

A gasp echoed around your teammates, one you knew wasn't real, causing you to shake your head and run towards your girl.

Her arms opened wide as you jumped into them, your legs wrapping around her waist as her arms supported you.

Your head fell comfortably into the crook of her neck, "Jeg har savnet deg, min kjære." "I've missed you, my love." She mumbles out, putting you down, only to place soft kisses all over your face.

"I've missed you too, so much. Facetime doesn't show the real you. I've missed your face," you started, cupping her face in your hands as she pulled away to look you in the eyes. "I've missed your eyes," you gazed softly into her blue eyes, having completely missed the way they could make you feel like you were floating out at sea. They'd trap you, and you never wanted them to stop. "But God, I've missed your kisses." You pulled her into a passionate kiss, her hands going to hold your waist and pull you in tighter, while your hands moved from her face, into her hair.

It's the hollers from your teammates that cause you both to pull away, but you don't leave her grip. Her arms stay tight around your waist as you spun around in her grip.

Her head rests in the crook of your neck, leaving kisses on the soft part of your neck as your teammates come to join you.

Caro had been the only person to score in the home leg against your beloved blues, a game that was only 4 days earlier, but the way Caro was holding you, would make anybody think it could've been a year.

"God you two are disgustingly cute." Erin said, her accent so strong, Caro couldn't fully understand what she said, but the way you rolled your eyes told her it was teasing.

"You're just jealous you aren't in a relationship, Ez." You told her, making Caro smile and put her head back against your neck to try and hide it.

"Okay, we have to get back to the hotel now, my love, but I'll see you later.." You started, being interrupted by Emma.

She smiled as she got closer to the pair of you. "You can head back to her house, if you'd like, you know that when you're in the same city as Caroline, you don't sit still."

Your girlfriend begins to laugh at you, her face still hidden.

"You shut up." You told her, warningly, making her nod instantly and Sam start laughing instead. A glare from you shut her up as well.

"Okay, so, back to mine, and then I drop you off at the stadium tomorrow." She whispered to you, making you look back at her with a nod, your eyes full of love.

"Okay, my girls, I will see you all tomorrow." You told your teammates as you started to walk backwards, as if the teasing wouldn't happen if you slowly retreat.

That clearly didn't work.

"Don't forget that you're not allowed to do anything before a game!"

"SHUT UP, MILLIE."

After she dropped you both off at the stadium the next day, you didn't fully get a chance to talk to each other, there was a whole lot of media, and training, and then it was warm ups, and the game.

But that didn't mean you weren't sneaking looks at each other, you stared at her with pure love in her eyes as she did her interview, while waiting for your own.

She kept looking at you while you were doing your warm up, and you linked hands with a soft smile while lining up for kick off.

But no words were exchanged, not until the 73' minute the score was 2-1 on aggregate, Guro had scored Chelsea's first goal of the game in the 67' minute, but you were still fishing for that equaliser.

You had the ball at your feet, and you were running, you wanted that goal, and you didn't want to stop for nothing.

But, you don't always get everything you want.

Mapi came in from the side, a tackle that sent you rolling over her, she got the ball, and luckily didn't clip your ankle, but, the way your head hit the floor left it pounding.

You held your head in your hands as you rolled onto your front, you rested it against the floor, trying to make the pain stop.

The whistle was blown instantly, and Mapi was back at your side, apologising over and over again. But that didn't matter when Caro ran over, she was on the other side of the pitch, but the moment she saw you go down, she ran.

She shoved Mapi out of the way, and had it been anybody else, Mapi would have shoved her back, but the way that you cried and held your head made her think she deserved it.

"Hello, my love, can you lift your head for me." She told you as the medics arrived, knowing that you were more likely to do so for her then anybody else.

As you looked up, you almost started crying more, unable to see the girl you loved so much, you couldn't make out her face.

"Hey, come on, don't cry." She told you, being careful as she held your face, the medic checking your pupils.

"That's definitely a concussion. She's going to have fo be subbed off." Your medic spoke, making you cry even more.

"I just wanted to score, Caro, I just wanted to score, I don't wanna be subbed off, I wanna score." You told her. "And I can't see your face. I wanna see your face."

All you were seeing was stars.

But all you wanted to see was your star.

She ran straight over to Jona the moment you were brought off and told him to sub her off or she was gonna get herself a red card so she was forced off.

Claudia came on in her place, and she legged if to the changing rooms. Wanting nothing else but to be there with you.

With her girl.

BOOM, ASKED AND WRITTEN. I actually really liked this, and I think it's brilliant. I hope that you (especially you @wosofie ) enjoyed :))

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ghostmoon1 · 2 months ago

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Love at First Sight || Part Two

Since the first part of this actually had people reading it and liking it, it really made me want to continue it!! Thank you, guys, for the support, and I am now planning a lot more for this lil thing! I'm going to try and practise writing, so hopefully I'll get better for you all!

Soap x Florence (OC)

Summary: First date, the nerves and of course, the unexpected. Florence has never had luck with these sort of things... will she get any luck for this one time?

Word Count: 1752

Warnings: Nothing much again, panic attack (poorly written tho :( ), slight alcohol, overthinking.

PART ONE || PART THREE

Saturday, 5:56pm. It was so close. Only another hour and he’d be picking up the most beautiful girl he’s laid eyes on. John stood in front of the bathroom mirror, adjusting his white button up shirt. He was practically vibrating with excitement.

Simon stood in the doorframe, his large build filling it up, watching as John continued to fix his shirt and mohawk. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so dressed up Johnny.”

“I gotta’ make myself pretty for the young lass!”

Simon smothers a laugh and nods, watching him continue to fix things on himself. He smiles beneath his balaclava. He really could tell he was trying hard for this new girl. He hasn't seen him dress up this much for a girl in what felt like forever. On the surface he was scared for him, he saw him after other girls left him. Of course, he wasn't very open about it. But Simon could tell, he always knew. His training helped him pick up some things others wouldn't, but John was his best friend. He knew what he was like. But really, he wished this time it’d work out for him.

“I’ll leave you be then, let us know how it goes, yeah?”

John grins and nods. “Yeah mate!”

Simon nods and looks over him once more before retreating back to his own room. John smiles as he looks over himself in the mirror, fixing one singular strand of hair before nodding at himself. He was ready.

He now sat in his car, just out front of the restaurant. He fixes his hair up once more in the mirror, letting out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He checks his watch. 6:46pm. He was a little early, but of course it was better to be early rather than late. As time ticks closer, he gets out of his car and stands near the doors, so when she arrives he’d be visible. He taps his fingers against his pants, looking out over the road. Then he sees it, a car pulling up in front of the restaurant. And her inside.

He pushes himself off the wall as he watches her step out, fixing her dress and grabbing her purse. My god she looks like an angel…

“Evening, lass.”

She turns to face him with a grin. “Evening! How are you?”

“I'm amazing lass, and yourself?”

“I'm quite well myself.”

He smiles and takes her hand as they walk into the restaurant. He couldn't believe this, a date with such a beautiful woman?

They are greeted by one of the waiters, dressed in a pristine suit.

“Good day, a table for two?” he asks, a hint of a french accent peaking through.

“Yes please,” John replies, giving Florence’s hand a slight squeeze. As if he were making sure she was still there.

The waiter nods and begins to guide them to a table. A pearl white table cloth was draped over their table, the cutlery placed perfectly. The warm lights up head set a romantic feeling, making Florence’s hair practically glow. He pulls the wooden chair out for her to take a seat, before retreating back to his side of the table and gratefully taking the menus from the waiter. He opens the menu and skims over it, his bright blue eyes standing out against the dimly lit atmosphere.

“See anything you like, Lass?”

Florence continues to look over the menu, her teeth dragging along her bottom lip in thought.

“Jeez… I’ve never been to something so fancy if I’m being honest” she mutters, the sound of her nails tapping against the table subtle against the chatter in the background.

He chuckles and leans in a little closer, pointing at a line in the menu. “This is good… Steak au poivre… excuse my pronunciation. I don't speak other languages.” he says, a cheeky grin spreading across his lips. “That’s if yer a steak girlie.”

She grins back, her eyes glimmering their cool hazel hue in the warm light. “I do love myself a steak.”

Now that's a girl after his own heart. “Do you come here…. Often to know that it’s good?”

John simply shakes his head. “Nah. This is a special treat for a special girl. My mate Gaz is a bloody good cook. He makes all sorts of stuff”

She nods and lets her finger trace the rim of her glass. He watches as her small and delicate hand moves with grace. The skin looked soft, he had to fight back the urge to take her hand in his. He had to take this slow, he couldn’t scare such a beauty away.

He waves over a waiter, now that they are ready to order. Florence’s eyes remain on him as he speaks, watching as his lips move and eyes crease slightly as he thinks. His cheeks are rosy and covered in stubble, obviously freshly shaved. Just for tonight. She studies everything; the way his adam's apple bobbed up and down as he swallowed and continued to speak, the way his tongue would run over his bottom lip, the way he focused on the waiter as he ordered. He was certainly quite the charm.

They wait and continue their small talk. Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a younger woman dressed in uniform. Her steps were slightly unbalanced, she was obviously new.

John's eyes follow hers as he notices her trail off. “Must be a newbie?”

“Yeah… she obviously hasn't done it before.”

Her eyes narrow as she watches. The waiter held a small rounded tray, keeping it up at her shoulders height, with a cloth draped over her arm. She was coming towards them.

She smiles as she reaches them. “Your drinks…” she says, carefully placing a glass down in front of John. Then she reaches for the other.

It was painful to watch, as she misplaced her hand, hitting the bottom of that tray. The way her eyes widened in panic and the gasp that escaped her lips.

The glass fell. Almost in slow motion. The glass plummeted down, the rich and deep red liquid spiralling out of control and all over Florence, staining her beautiful dress.

“Oh my gosh I’m so deeply sorry!” the waiter cries, immediately reaching for a cloth to give to Florence.

“Oh dear… it’s… okay” she takes the cloth and tries to pat her dress down, doing very little to help.

John stood, taking a few napkins off the table to try and help. “Here lass..” he says gently as he hands them to her. Although, nothing helped. The dress was too far gone, stained in that deep red liquid.

“Fucking hell” she hisses under her breath. After all the dates, both gone wrong and stood up on, she thought this one would go well. But no. Not with her luck. Her dress, now soaked and the colour of the wine seeping through the fabric onto her thighs. Ruined. Maybe this date was now ruined too.

The pang of disappointment hit her chest hard, squeezing her throat as she held back tears. Again. And again. It never works. Nothing will ever work. Was she always doomed to be alone, for every date to fail?

“Lass?”

A voice. His voice. Breaking through the chaos in her mind, the words beginning to slur together and the background sounding as if it were miles away. His voice broke the chaos, a shining light in a dark tunnel. A rope, something strong, helping to pull her from her mind.

“Lass it’s alright… c’mon, let's take a breather, yeah?”

She nods, unable to get words to fall from her mouth. It felt like someone had a chokehold on her. The panic in her chest, the tears stinging her eyes, the ragged breaths. It was all too much.

John takes her hand gently, as if she were a deer and he was trying not to spook her. She looked like a deer, on edge, her flight or fight instincts flaring up, eyes wide. She was thinking. Way too much. He carefully guides her through the maze of tables, towards the intimidating glass doors.

As soon as she stepped outside, it was quite literally a breath of fresh air. The air was cold, immediately bringing goosebumps to the surface of her skin. The fresh air was like a punch to the lungs, both calming and harsh. The chatter from inside the restaurant was muted by the glass and plaster between them. Her chest was still tight, the cold air instantly making the spilt wine feel colder.

“Lass, breath.. Cmon..” John coos softly, his hand rising to her cheek. His fingers gently traced her jawline, calloused fingertips against soft skin.

Her breaths remained ragged, slowly calming as she matched John's breathing. “That’s it lass… you’re okay”

“Thank you…” she whispers back.

“My pleasure bonnie… What was that about? Just over the wine or…?”

Her brows furrow slightly. Does she tell him? That… she’s actually scared to lose him? He was one of the many that have actually showed up to a date, and for that fact actually stayed as well. Would she seem desperate? Maybe he was just doing this because he felt bad for her, but would he do that? Her lips thin out into a thin line as she thinks, the thoughts clouding her mind, everything becoming a blur.

“Lass, back down to earth. You can tell me.”

She lets out a long and heavy breath before replying “I… i well…” God, how do I tell him?

“Take your time. No rush” he says. That irritating charming smile plastered on his face once again. It makes her want to just melt under his touch, become putty in his hands. But who feels like that after a first date? Who falls this hard for a man they just met? Who’s to know that he feels the same way? He probably doesn’t. This is probably just an act of empathy, something to help her feel better about herself. But it doesn't. It only sends her spiralling down into those dark thoughts, those storms that erupt in her mind that don't go. Never ending rain and sadness. But how would she know…?

“I think I really like you and I don't want this to be ruined-” she blurts, instantly slapping her hand over her mouth. She said it. And the world didn't collapse. But… How does he feel about it? Does he feel the same?

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spcewild · 1 year ago

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Do you think you could make a childhood friends thing for Smoke, and have Smoke be a pining friend for Y/N, who's unaware and is crushing for another guy or gal? (Doesn't need to be someone in the roster specifically.)

This is going to hurt to write, but I'll do it anyway <33

Undivided Attention ♡

Warnings: Angst, one-sided crush, etc.

Parings: Smoke mk1 x (gn!) Reader (x Raiden)

You

and Smoke have been friends ever since you two were little, both abandoned to the streets of your hometown, fighting and foraging for food and money in any way you could. It was never easy. But soon you had been told by Smoke himself how a family had taken him in, yet you never joined him in said family. You came by every now and then but kept a distance for a while.

When finally reunited with Smoke when you two had grown, it was bittersweet. He introduced you to his brothers, who had taken him in, along with new 'fighters' he had met. From his explanation, they were training for the Outworld Championship in Liu Kang's orders, a man who Smoke had also introduced you with.

Although, when introduced to a certain man named Raiden, your gaze suddenly changed. From everyone you looked at in a room, Raiden would be first. Even against Smoke.

But even against this, Smoke was inevitably inlove with you. Madly. You, however, were completely clueless about this, even when he would try and spend time with you every second you were awake. He would constantly invite you to Madaam Bo's, or going on small walks, and even a friendly sparring match.

You were still completely clueless. And Smoke hadn't seen your eyes towards Raiden, at least until now.

One day, when trying to talk to you, he noticed your lack of attention to him. He would usually shrug it off, but this was a constant thing. He finally looked towards where your gaze was so persistent on staying. At Raiden. He could almost feel his heart sink to a deep pit in his stomach. Everything finally clicked in his head. Why you never seemed to be focused when talking to him, how you would always seem to make excuses on why you couldn't hang out with him. It all made sense finally.

He tried playing it off from then how he didn't know, but it always stuck with him. He stopped asking if you two wanted to go out, making you now concerned on his lack of presence recently. To you, your childhood friend just seemed like he was suddenly distant — wondering if you did anything wrong you decide to head to his home one night.

You gently knocked on his door, waiting a minute before the door opened to reveal Kuai Liang.

"Hello Y/N, how can I help you?"

"Have you seen Tomas?"

Your voice laced with worry as the man in front of you seemed to put the pieces together in his mind.

"I believe I saw him go to his usual spot by the fountain, near where Liu Kang and the champions are."

You gave Kuai Liang a gentle nod and thank you as you retreated from the small house. Walking quickly to the fountain he said where Smoke was.

It didn't take long for you to find him there, sitting on a bench by the fountain, his head low as he looked to his feet.

"Tomas?"

You called out, his head snapping up towards you in surprise.

"Did Kuai Liang tell you I was here?"

You nodded at his question, his face turning to the fountain for a moment before back to you.

"Did you… um need something?"

He seemed to struggle the words out, yet stayed looking at you.

"Did I.. do something?"

"No.."

"Then why are you avoiding me..?"

Everything came out in a rush when he tried to explain, how he saw you look at Raiden, how you became distant to him once you met Raiden. Once he was finished with his long rant, he was almost in tears, you couldn't see why he was crying but then, his words seemed to ring in your ear once spoken.

"I love you, y/n"

The words stayed hollow in your mind, like a lingering thought. You two that night had tried to work things out on a good note but Smoke could never shake the heartbroken feeling left in the hollow heart he once had.

You went on pursuing Raiden, even confessing to him and getting into a healthy and loving relationship, while Smoke was left as a supporting shadow in your life. Growing distant yet you would smile at him anytime you saw him, he tried his best to give you the brightest smile he could in return,

but it was only a weakened and broken smile from when he once had you.

Authors note: it was hard to pick someone else to pair the reader with but I decided on Raiden :)

This was sad to write but I hope you guys enjoyed<3

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koalatysleep · 2 months ago

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With Studio Pierrot and Togashi, it's always about the Symbolism and the Subtext, even in YYH merch! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Original picture credit: yyh4ever, Scribblings by yours truly 😆

Just in case we missed the Mulberry Soul Bond references all throughout canon where Kuwabara (literally Mulberry Field) is the Divine Mulberry that Nourishes & Protects Yusuke who's likened to a mulberry silkworm that ONLY eats mulberry leaves (symbolic of how Kuwa is Yusuke's One True Love aka SOUL Bond of True Harmony), the tree behind Yusuke IS A MULBERRY TREE!

Take a look at these real-life Mulberry Trees and tell me it doesn't look like the tree behind Yusuke 😝😜😉

The position of the Mulberry Tree behind Yusuke's head is visually telling us that Kuwa (mulberry) is always on Yusuke's mind, and that Kuwa will always have Yusuke's back! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

Also L❤️VE how they reference the Sun God divine connotations of Mulberry (kuwa) in Kuwabara's last name by putting a muted Gold color on Kuwa's jacket, coz it's autumn and the sun's muted!

The muted gold's also coz Kuwa's obviously still Retreating from Love with Yusuke due to his mis-read that Yusuke gave his life to save Keiko from Suzaku coz Yusuke's in love with Keiko, which Kuwa's actually heartbroken about, thus the muted color & Kuwa's over-compensation to give Yusuke & Keiko space by throwing himself desperately at aroace Yukina, who's the very definition of unavailable, coz Kuwa doesn't really wanna get over Yusuke! 🤣

Kuwa's also declaring himself in love with Yukina out of jealousy, to prevent her from becoming yet another female love interest for Yusuke coz the Yukina rescue mission was literally a handsome-hero-Yusuke-saves-beautiful-Yukina setup, right after Kuwa's heart was broken by his own mis-read post-Suzaku fight.

Unfortunately by doing this, Kuwa took himself out of the fight to have romantic love with Yusuke coz Yusuke thought Kuwa's really in love with Yukina, just like how Kazemaru (shuriken ninja guy) took himself out of the fight by mis-timing his blast, so we could be here all day if we really dig into the multi-layered subtext & foreshadowing in canon!

For now I'll just say I love the jealous downturn tilt to Yusuke's mouth and the forced nonchalance of his body language as Kuwabara fawns exaggeratedly over Yukina, which is consistent with anime whenever they depict a jealous Yusuke and an over-compensating Kuwabara! 🤣

Ahhhh the romantic tragic-comedy that is our boys' love story continues!

And of course, we get more references to Kuwa's Divine Gold Reiki with the bright yellow flowers along the path, and references to the Kuwameshi Soul Bond with the blue flowers, which is symbolic of Yusuke's Blue Reiki and Kuwa's Blue Soul when he saved Yusuke from Rando's demon fish!

I also L❤️VE how canon always hints that Yusuke and Kuwa are sharing clothes by putting them in near identical tee-shirts, which is consistent with manga especially Sensui arc, and anime when Yusuke wakes up in Kuwa's bed post-Suzaku fight wearing an untorn long sleeved white shirt that's obviously Kuwa's (coz Suzaku blasted a lightning bolt through Yusuke's shoulder 😭😭 which tore Yusuke's own shirt!)

Even Yusuke's outer long sleeved button-up here seems a little too big & long for him and is reminiscent of the style of shirts we've seen on Kuwa in the past 🤣 Did ya appropriate Kuwa's shirt to keep warm Yusuke? 😜

The only relationship that seems to be going right in this picture is Hiei and Yukina's, since Hiei seems to have told her he's her brother and is wearing a Hiruiseki openly while walking beside her, and Kurama is of course sanguine and at peace so his relationship with himself is good LOL.

But I'm hopeful the manga + anime ending sets our beloved Yusuke and Kuwabara up to finally get together, coz guess what else Mulberry Trees do in real-life? They only bloom when all threats of frost are over 🤯🥹❤️

Now that the Makai (symbolic of Yusuke) & Human Realm (symbolic of Kuwa) are opening up to each other peacefully, this ending is symbolic of how Yusuke & Kuwabara's romantic relationship can finally blossom without the threats of life-or-death fights, and without Yusuke having to worry about putting Kuwa in mortal danger by painting a bigger target on Kuwa's back if he lets the world knows he's head-over-heels in love with Kuwa! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

If you'd like more meta about canon subtext & symbolism, try this Kuwameshi Meta series on AO3, especially the Audacious Soul Bond Romance meta!

If you'd like to see our heroes realize their True Harmony Soul Bond with each other in an alternate canon fic, try The Good Fight!

Say their first names Yusuke 幽助 and Kazuma 和真 with me!

Souls (幽) in True Harmony (和真) who Help (助) each other!!

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sharkjana · 2 years ago

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Hi ♡ my name is rin :) I just found your blog and was wondering if I could ask you to write a silly little thing for the angst prompt: "There's... there's so much blood..." for nanamin and a female reader pls (#>_<#) And english is also not my first or even second language so I feel you so much ×.× your english is very clean though ♡ thank you so much if you're doing this but no pressure^^ you don't have to write this ♡ thanks again and gave a great day (^.^)/

🖤"There's... there's so much blood..."🖤

A/N: Thank you so much for requesting Angst. T.T I live for it, really. The angstier the better! I hope you like what I'm going to do with this Prompt! And thank you once more for saying that my English is quite clean. I try my best and absolutely love the language. I also see we have the same tastes in men ;D But without any further ado, let's begin, hehe...

Warnings: Blood, gore and pure angst! Is there going to be a happy ending? Who knows! >:D

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"

You didn't. In fact, this little mission took a lot longer than anyone had ever anticipated. It was supposed to take you a week at most, maybe two. You were now nearing the end of the third week. And there was no end in sight...

Rushed footsteps echoed through the darkness of Tsushima's thick and tall forest. A small island city hidden away in the middle of the sea between the borders of South Korea and Japan.

The moon stood as high as ever. Full and ripe and dunking everything in its tranquil approach. Casting eery and long shadows of different shapes and sizes onto the dirty soil below, as though thin and long, scarred arms were trying to burry you into their suffocating hold. Forever hanging on to a poor soul that had wandered off a little bit too far from the right path.

But you weren't just any poor soul. No. You were (Y/N) (L/N), a damn good second grade sorcerer who was on a mission to find some rumoured, cursed tool that might relate to Sukuna, the King of Curses, in some way. In any way, really.

But it wasn't the fact that no one really knew anything about this supposed cursed tool, what it did or where it was, that grinded at your nerves. No. It was the fact that, apparently, it seemed to be more than just important to Sukuna, seeing that it wasn't just hidden from plain sight. It was also sealed, protected and guarded by five fucked up cursed spirits.

(The type that were far too dangerous to take on alone.)

And you were running away from them because that was the only thing left to do.

(Anything else wasn't an option for you anymore.)

You tried to engage in a fight, to exorcise them one by one. Or all at once. It didn't work. They were far to strong and seemed far too smart for just some mere cursed spirits.

(Your first mistake. Underestimation.)

You didn't even know what that cursed tool looked like because of those fuckers hindering you from catching even the slightest of glimpses.

(You could have called for back-up. But you lost your phone somewhere along the way. Your second mistake.)

And so, you chose to retreat. Re-collect yourself and your thoughts, find a way to contact headquarters, waiting for further orders or ask for back-up. Hide and plan your next steps to hopefully come out of this alive and in one piece.

That was days ago.

You were still running. As were they. You might think that being inside such a big and vast forest, there must be at least one place where you could hide away.

(There wasn't. The trees never stopped. The darkness never receded.)

You didn't even know how you survived until now. Your mind was scrambled into nothing more but bits and pieces. Your clothes tattered and ripped by the massive orbs of scarlet cursed energy they were throwing your way. Burning everything down in their treacherous paths of destruction.

Were you even alive anymore? Were you dreaming? Was this even real? You didn't know. Your eyes were bloodshot. Your lungs were aching, and your limbs felt just as numb as they did hot.

(When was the last time you saw any light? The sun never shone once after you entered this forsaken forest.)

(Another mistake.)

The only thing that was running through your mind was how to get the hell away from them. Those things. Those nightmarish creatures that were trying to catch you into their venomous grasps. Their manic screeches reaching the deepest parts of yourself. Your bones rattled with the sound of their laughter all the way down to your very core.

What were you? Why were you here in the first place? What happened? Why is everything so dark?!

(It was as if you were running around in circles. Never ending. Lost and never to be found.)

But wasn't someone waiting for you to come back? Wasn't there at least someone looking for you? Were you really all alone? Wasn't there-

"Promise me you will come back to me, (Y/N)."

"Don't you worry your pretty little head over it, Ken! I'll be home before you know it!"

It was those words, the memory of them leaving your lips, an exchange of worry and love for one another that made you falter in your steps.

(Your fourth and last mistake.)

You tripped. The wet and soggy ground below drenched you in its dirty juices as you lay there. Everything seemed to have caught up to you at once. Breathing became difficult. Your vision turned hazy. Your limbs, numb. Your body, rigid and frozen in time.

And as your glassy gaze met the sparkles high above, you stared. Because it was the only thing you were able to do. You couldn't move.

(But did you even want to?)

All sound around you grew fuzzy. Blurred.

Until there was nothing but silence.

(Is it done now?)

Finally, even your eyelids grew heavy.

And all at once, there they were again. Their screeches. Their laughter. Their bloodthirsty wails of pure malice. Nearer. Far nearer than they ever were.

(Please...)

And finally, they fell upon you with nothing but vicious hunger that seeped through the cracks of their decaying skin.

(T- Tasukete...)

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ LiNe BrEaK ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Three and a half weeks. Twenty-four and a half days went by where Gojo had tried to find you, and he finally did.

(He cursed the higher-ups the moment his brilliant, all-seeing eyes landed on you.)

(And for once, he wished he didn’t see.)

Thirty-five-thousand and two-hundred-eighty minutes where Nanami did nothing but worry. He didn't sleep. He couldn't eat. The only thing that he cared about was finding you. You were already gone for much longer than he had anticipated. Than anyone, really.

Did something happen? Were you kidnapped? Were you hurt? Why didn't you call for back up? For him? Did you fight? Did you make it? Where were you? Why weren't you home yet?!

You promised, (Y/N)! You fucking promised!

(He stood frozen in place as Gojo tried to talk to him, stopping him from taking any further steps towards your body. But Nanami didn't listen. He couldn't. The voice of his long-time friend nothing more but some background noise.)

The first thing that he took notice of was the soggy ground below him as he arrived by Gojo's side. Why was it wet? It didn't rain. The second thing he noticed was Gojo's rigid and pale face. Confused, Nanami let his eyes roam over the dark clearing, trying to make out anything that might have looked like you.

"I though you said you foun-"

It was when the wind picked up, softly, and the clouds above that concealed the night-sky made room for the rays of the moon to shine down upon them. It was when the stench of pure iron, burned flesh and scorched hair that creeped up his nose and overwhelmed his senses. It was when his eyes moved from bush to bush, from tree to tree and from branch to branch. It was when pieces of dark fabric glistened with the moon, hanging in shredded nothings beside what looked like to be-

"Kento-" tried Gojo.

It was when the moon had finally cleared Nanami from his confusion that it dawned on him.

"There's- there's so much blood..."

And you. A lot of you. Pieces of you. Broken. Burned. Ripped apart. Gaping holes that showed the unpleasant insides of your body.

It was when the blood of the one he held dear to him the most seeped into his clothes, the moment he fell to his knees, that Nanami knew.

You weren't coming home.

Not this time.

Not ever.

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yadchi-i-guess · 11 months ago

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Tangled in Kelp

By Yadchi (hey that's me)

Mermaid AU by @leefl00f (Come get your food :3)

So basically Nori gets herself stuck in a kelp forest and Uzi, Doll and Khan have to free her using a method that has worked time and time again.

Word count: 2188

It was a bright, simple day in the ocean. Save for an occasional school of fish, it was idyllic paradise. Not one disturbance of water to be felt. The perfect, peaceful place to let one's mind wander.

Until the calm before the storm was no more.

The storm disrupting the tranquil silence of the sea was a pod of four orca-like drones. Uzi, the smallest of the group, was chasing her cousin Doll. It was a half-playfight, half-race with each other, only mildly controlled by Khan.

"Girls, play nice," he reminded them for the millionth time. As long as he said this every couple minutes, no one would get hurt.

"Imma get you!" Uzi yelled, propelling herself forward with great speed and colliding with Doll.

"[Ack-! Take this then!]" Doll retorted, slapping Uzi with her tail and breaking free. She dove down to avoid getting tackled again, only to nearly crash into the fourth member of the pod.

"Thinking about taking me on, eh?" Nori teased with a grimace. Doll yelped, and not wanting to be wrecked by an orca drone much larger than her, retreated to Uzi's side.

"Nori, don't be like that," Khan scolded with a light laugh. "You'll scare them. You know how they already are with humans."

"Bite me!" Nori shot back. "I'll be as much of a gremlin to them as I want!" Khan replied with a kiss, which made Uzi and Doll hold back giggles at his antics.

Nori gave a small "hmph" and kept her gaze down. She stared at the dark ocean floor, occasionally staring at something shiny or a flurry of movement; however, it wasn't until she noticed the entire floor seemed to be moving that she stopped mid-swim.

"Nori?" Khan asked, following his wife's gaze but unable to see what her attention had come to.

"The... seabed... something's off about it," Nori commented. "Er... you guys keep swimming. I'll catch up with you.

"Looking at his daughter and niece, both of whom shrugged, Khan gestured for both of them to follow him. Nori may have been a bit kooky for seemingly absurd reasons, but it came with being adventurous. He bid her a temporary goodbye and swam off, leaving Nori to investigate what piqued her curiosity.

The now lone orca drone dove down, the glints of light coming into focus better. There were dozens of them, all moving on the ground. Still puzzled, Nori held out a finger to touch one of the shiny objects. It snapped back by grabbing her hand with a pincher.

"Ouch!" She yelped, shaking the thing off her hand. It fell back on the ocean floor to rejoin its comrades. A herd of crabs! And they were in such a large, condensed group that their glimmering shells feigned the appearance of a moving ocean floor.

That was what intrigued Nori the most. She had never seen such a big herd of crabs together. And where were they going? It wasn't migration season... and there wasn't the faintest scent of food anywhere.

On the other hand, crab meals usually don't consist of oil or metal, she thought. Forgetting entirely about wanting to keep this brief, Nori followed the scuttling crabs. For such a close-knitted group that was practically walking on top of each other, not one stumbled. Not even when their travel was interrupted by a massive kelp forest. Unfortunately for the mermaid drone trailing them, she didn't notice it either until a stray piece smacked her in the face.

"Oh crud..." Nori muttered, feeling her heart stop as she looked up.

She'd gotten tangled in kelp before, and it was never a pleasant experience, especially getting out of it. She took a deep breath to calm herself down, then slowed to a near stop. Careful not to make sudden, abrupt movements with her tail, she slithered through the maze of kelp, feeling it threaten to wrap around her like fishing nets.

After several tense minutes, she saw light. A lot of it. The edge of the kelp forest! She was almost there. She just had to make it a little farther... she flicked her tail harder to push herself forward...

Then something tugged on her tail and wouldn't let go. She swerved around to see if it was a crab.

It was kelp, tangled and knotted around her tail.

Cursing under her breath for getting excited too quickly, Nori curled closer to her tail to free it from the kelp. But her hand couldn't quite reach the kelp. Her now panicky movements and desperate struggling caused her hand to get tangled too.

"Oh no... no no no, get off me!" Nori yelled at the kelp, but she would have had better luck getting cement to listen to her. She reached over to her arm, only to realize both her arms were indisposed by the restraints of the kelp. The once ubiquitous silence of the ocean strayed further into non-existence as Nori let out a scream for help.

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"Race you to that rock!" Uzi challenged as she gave herself a head start.

["Hey! You're cheating!"] Doll yelled back. ["But I'll beat you anyway."]

"In your dreams!" Uzi teased. She rose higher in the water and dove down like a pelican, slowing down just before she crashed into the rock. For a moment, she thought she won, only to be poked on the head by Khan.

"I win, little torpedo!" Khan declared happily.

"HEY!" Uzi retorted. "I didn't say you were playing!"

"Ah, come on," Khan said teasingly. "Can't you let your sweet old man play for once? I get bored, too, ya know."

"Bite me!" Uzi snapped. "Doll, you're on my side!"

But Doll was no longer interested in the debacle of the game. She looked off in the distance, searching for even a glimpse of the missing member of the pod.

["Shouldn't Nori be back by now...?"] She asked.

"Huh..." Khan replied. "Yeah. Usually she isn't gone this long. Unless..."

He trailed off, lost in a sea of his own thoughts. Doll and Uzi looked at each other, unable to make heads or tails of what he was thinking. Suddenly, there was a faint scream that spooked the three of them out of their stupor.

"D-did you hear that?" Uzi asked, startled.

["Sounded like someone saying 'help'..."] Doll replied.

No further words were needed for the orca drones to realize Nori might be in trouble. They all sped off, retracing their path to where they separated from her. The yells became gradually louder, but it wasn't until the trio swam close to a kelp forest that they finally saw her. She was face up, floating on the edge of the kelp forest.

"Oh, thank robo-god!" Nori said, her voice hoarse from calling for help. "Was beginning to think you guys couldn't hear me!"

"Mom!" Uzi said happily. "We thought you were in trouble!"

"Well... I kinda am." She admitted, pulling her tail and arms up for the others to see. "The thing I saw was a big herd of crabs, you see. And they went into this kelp forest, and I uh... yeah."

Khan laughed as his wife trailed off, "You never fail to get yourself in weird trouble Nori. Now you know how we gotta free you."

"How, dad?" Uzi asked, confused at the grin spreading across her father's face. Doll tilted her head in equal puzzlement. Khan turned to his girls for a moment.

"Well, my little purple torpedo," Khan explained in a hushed voice that Nori could still hear. "Your mom used to get stuck in kelp all the time when we went on dates. And there was always one way - and one way only - to get her untangled."

To demonstrate, he reached under Uzi's chin and wiggled his fingers, eliciting a giggle."Hehehey!" Uzi snapped, suddenly realizing what Khan meant. "Hey..."

She swam over to Nori, humming thoughtfully about where to strike first as the trapped orca drone whimpered with nervous anticipation.

["Careful not to get yourself caught in the kelp Uzi,"] Doll warned.

"Bite me!" Uzi snapped.

"U-uzi, c'mon..." Nori pleaded. "You don't have to do this... I-I can free myself!"

"Too bad, you can bite me too," Uzi smirked. She dove down quickly and scribbled her fingers on her mom's sides.

"Uz-ihihihihi!" Nori exclaimed. "Plehehehease! Heheheheheeahaa!" She started wriggling around to get away from her daughter, but with little success.

Uzi replied with a snarky "too bad!" and looked very pleased with herself. A thought in the back of her head considered this an act of revenge for when her mom would flip her on her back and wreck her silly. Well, now SHE was the one who couldn't move... a healthy taste of her own medicine.

Uzi gestured for her cousin to come close and join in. Doll approached Nori apprehensively but was soon grinning mischievously. Instead of pulling Uzi away like she normally would've done, she dug her fingers into Nori's neck and wiggled them around.

"Ahhaahahha Dohohoholll!" Nori squealed. "Stahahahp! Heheheheheeahaa! Cuhuhut it ohohout!" She jerked her tail and oblivious to the fact that it was starting to free itself from the kelp.

"Hey! It's working!" Khan pointed out as he watched his girls turn Nori into a total mess of laughter. Uzi noticed the kelp on her mom's wrists was still holding her arms out quite a bit, and this gave the little orca drone an idea. She took one of her hands off her mom's side and instead positioned it under her arm and began scribbling again.

"Nohohohohoho!" Nori screeched loudly, pinning her arm to her side as best she could. "Ihihihi sahahahahaid to stAHAHAAHP! Hahahhaahaaha!"

"We still gotta free you, mom!" Uzi replied playfully. "It's working, but you're still stuck!" Indeed, it was working. The kelp on Nori's wrists had loosened to the point where Khan easily slipped it off.

"Alright, alright, girls, that's enough," Khan lied. "Give her a chance to breathe... no wonder you wear her out so easily."

"Aw, Daaaaad!" Uzi whined.

["Her tail isn't free, Uncle Doorman,"] Doll pointed out.

"N-no need..." Nori wheezed. "I can do it myself... I could've untangled my arms by myself too, for that matter..."

She then carefully reached over to her tail to get the kelp off, but Khan grabbed both of her arms just before she could touch it.

"I'm aware..." Khan said, smirking as he turned to the girls. "You two don't know her death spot... her absolute most sensitive tickle spot. Hold her arms for me."

Uzi and Doll did as they were told, pulling Nori's arms away from her tail. Khan positioned himself just above his wife. If gravity was prevalent here, he would've been laying on top of her.

"Khan... d-don't do it," Nori stammered nervously, her anticipation mounting.

"You know what happens here, honey," Khan replied calmly while Uzi and Doll giggled.

Nori did everything in her power at the moment to get as far away from her husband as she could, but to little avail. He grabbed her around the waist, eliciting a small yelp. Giving Nori no time to brace herself, he planted a raspberry on her belly.

"aaaaAAHHAHAHAA KHAHAHAHAN!" Nori shrieked, squirming wildly. "AHAHAHAHAAHAA! STAHAHAHAHAHAHP! IHIHIHIH HAAHAHATE IT WHEHEHEN YOHOHOHOU DO THIHIHIHIS!"

"Really?" Khan asked, pulling his head up to regain his breath and tease Nori. "I always thought you liked me doing that. And frankly, I still do."

"Well... sorry to burst your bubble," Nori began. "But I dohohoHOHOHOHNT! HEHEHEHAAHAHAHAHAH! HAHAHAHAHAHA!" Khan simply ended her argument with another raspberry. Her tail flapped helplessly, but roughly enough to get the remaining kelp off.

"Hey! Look!" Uzi piped up. "She's free!"

["In what sense?"] Doll deadpanned, pointing at Khan still holding Nori hostage as he blew continuous raspberries on her belly.

"DEHEHEHEAR ROBO-GOHOHOD!" Nori howled, completely forgetting the lack of kelp on her tail. "STAHAHAHAHAHP! HAHAHAHAHAHAHAA! NOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!"

Khan got the message and let up, allowing Nori to squirm away with her remaining strength and finally be out of range of the kelp forest. She let herself float limply in the water for a few moments as the others rejoined her.

"That was fun!" Uzi declared, and Doll nodded in agreement. "I didn't know you could blow raspberries like that, Dad!"

"Well, your mom's kinda scared of kelp forests nowadays," Khan chuckled. "Mostly because of me doing that. And don't 'hmph' at me, honey. I know you enjoy being tickled."

"Bite me!" Nori snapped, crossing her arms. "But... thanks for getting me outta there..."

"No problem," Khan replied. "Now c'mon, let's go find something to do." However, he didn't get very far before something grabbed him by the end of his tail. It wasn't kelp.

"Oh, you think I'm gonna let you get away that easily, huh?" Nori sneered, pulling her husband closer and inching a hand closer to his neck. "I think some revenge is in order. And not just for you."

She turned to Uzi and Doll, both of whom looked at each other nervously.

"SCRAM!" Uzi shouted as she and Doll left Khan to be wrecked silly by his wife.

The end :]

Yay first tickle fic I've made. Kinda feels like a bootleg of leefl00f's tickle fics, but I'm happy with it. BTW go check out her fics they have plenty of tickle fluff (among other things)

#murder drones #murder drones au #murder drones tickles #murder drones uzi #murder drones nori #murder drones doll #murder drones khan #tickle content #sfw tickling community #sfw interaction only #tickle fic #sfw tk community

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manawari · 3 months ago

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~ Lifeguard!Byung-gyu × Lee Ju-hee ~

After months of endless work at the hospital, Lee Ju-hee finally broke free from the chains as she embarked on a trip to the beach with her friends. In the midst of joy and carefree moments, a certain lifeguard suddenly caught her eye.

"We're here!"

"Oh my God, I missed this place!"

"Hee-jin, quickly get the camera!"

"I can't wait to put on my new swimsuit!!"

"I wonder if there are any cute boys around. . . "

"Ye-rim! I thought this vacation was going to be about ourselves only?" Ju-hee playfully chastised her friend. "Think about boys for some other time."

"Wow, Dr. Lee Ju-hee has definitely signed off, huh?" Ye-rim snickered.

"Can you blame me? I have been waiting for this trip for a year!"

"Sweetheart, aren't we all?" Gina grinned from the driver's seat. "Mr. Choi was kind enough to let Bora and I take a few days off."

Lee Bora laughed. "I can't believe we left Ki-hoon alone!"

"He can handle anything, Bora. And he wants to be promoted, remember? Take it as us doing him a favor."

"Right."

Ju-hee chuckled along, resting her chin on her hand as she leaned closer to the open window, allowing the wind to brush against her like a mirthful embrace. It felt different than when she was in the city — the wind was fresh and no responsibilities chained around her mind. Well, Ju-hee had set them aside on purpose, choosing to spend her short vacation with moments she would cherish forever.

Gina maneuvered the van into one of the available parking spaces and the girls climbed out, bringing along their bags to make their way to the reception. Hee-jin conversed with the receptionist about the cabin she had reserved.

"Se-mi and Ji-woo would've loved to be here," said Bora. "Sadly, organizing schedules with your friends as an adult is tough."

"Then let's go here again next time," Gina suggested. "If they can't still be available, I'll drag them here myself."

Indeed, it was difficult. Ju-hee had missed several trips due to her med school, choosing to focus on her path toward her career above the desire to create new happy memories. She couldn't remember the last time she found herself in such a paradise called the beach.

Hee-jin returned to the group with the key in her hand. Ye-rim squealed in excitement and grabbed her friend's arm, urging her to take the lead to where their cabin was located. Palm trees swayed lazily amidst the warm, fragrant breeze that carried the scent of saltwater and flowers, pristine white sand stretched throughout the place, glowing beneath the inviting sunlight, and the waves rolled over the shore in rhythmic whispers, leaving the sand drenched in its wake and foams sparkling as it retreated to the sea.

Mingled laughter echoed and a symphony of birds chirped, weaving into the blissful atmosphere. Beach cabins and huts added a fine touch for those who wished to be closer to the sea. The girls arrived at their designated cabin — the place accommodated two beds, though mattresses were available in the closet for those who could not fit in the beds.

Once they settled their bags and luggage, the girls quickly brought out their swimwear, getting ready for the sea instead of a few moments to rest after hours of ceaseless driving. It was clear their excitement got the best of them. While Ju-hee had brought out her brown halterneck swimsuit, she still chose to wear her jean shorts, not quite fond of showing a complete expanse of her legs. The swimsuit only managed to cover her chest, leaving a portion of her stomach exposed, and it also embraced her figure like a second skin.

"Wow, you got some sweet figure there, Ju-hee!" Gina remarked, spraying perfume on her strawberry-blonde hair. She was already clad in her two-piece outfit, accentuating her curves.

Ju-hee blushed at the compliment. "Well, not as good as yours, Gina."

"Nonsense! Everyone looks so pretty right now!" Ye-rim chirped, clad in a floral bikini. "Oh my God, we should look for a nice flower to put on you, Hee-jin!"

"Maybe later. I don't want to soak the poor flower the second we jump into the water." Hee-jin chuckled.

"Let's go look for seashells too!" Bora exclaimed, tying a purple band around her hair, matching her outfit. "I saw some pictures on the resort's page, and I wanna see if they are true. And hopefully, we'll bring home for each of us, and Se-mi and Ji-woo too."

Her friends agreed ecstatically.

The group soon exited their cabin, giggling once their feet touched the scorching sand. Ju-hee's heart raced rapidly as she made her way to the sea as if hearing it call her name, and the happiness had never overflowed so hard.

Water splashed upon their weight and the waves collided with their skin. Ye-rim plunged into the saltwater and started splashing Gina, who immediately retaliated. Ju-hee laughed until she felt her arm being grabbed by Hee-jin, who was smirking as she dragged her across the waves. Ju-hee yelped and fought against her friend's grip, only then to have Bora rush in to push her into the water.

She resurfaced and coughed out the water. Hee-jin and Bora laughed, making her glare icily at them, so Ju-hee grabbed Bora's wrist to bring her down. She turned to Hee-jin this time, the raven-haired woman held her hands up and told her to not do it, but Ju-hee wouldn't allow Hee-jin to keep her hair dry when the rest already had been soaked.

"Nope!" She grabbed Hee-jin by the wrist, causing her friend to protest.

Eventually, Hee-jin crashed into the water, with Bora laughing at her as she floated. The group of friends played under the cloudless sky, the sun was at its peak, and not a tinge of worry lingered in their minds, breaking free from reality to appreciate the beauty of their paradise.

Suddenly, a splash collided with both of their bodies. Ju-hee instinctively pulled her niece close and looked up, spotting a man running across the water and eventually diving into the sea.

A few moments later, Ju-hee found herself on the shore, letting the waves lap over her feet. Gina, Ye-rim, Hee-jin, and Bora had begun to search for seashells, to which Ju-hee elected to sit out to take a break, yet she promised them to join once she restored her stamina. In the meantime, she drew her finger across the sand, forming shapes and doodles.

"My son!"

A wail from a mother caught her attention. Ju-hee raised her head and saw a small crowd gathering, surrounding the woman, who was crying her heart out for her child. Curiously, Ju-hee stood up and made her way to the crowd, just in time to spot a lifeguard emerging from the waves, striding to the shore with a kid in his arms.

"Don't worry, ma'am, your kid's going to be fine!" The man said to the woman, bringing the kid over to gently place him on the dry ground. The lifeguard parted the kid's mouth and lowered his ear, sensing if there were any signs of breathing, then he put his hands on top of each other, curling his fingers to the front, and pressed them onto the chest.

Ju-hee watched in bated breath whilst the lifeguard began to pound the unconscious child's chest. The mother sobbed, afraid of her son's fate. As much as the beach was fun, there could be risks underneath, especially with the sea that could drag a person to its depths.

Finally, the young boy let out a gasp and the lifeguard placed his hand on his back, helping him rise and allowing him to cough the air and bits of water clogged in his lungs. The mother cried out her son's name and rushed to pull him into her arms, cradling him gently.

Ju-hee sighed in relief, smiling at the sweet moment between the mother and her son. She was glad that the kid had survived. The lifeguard stood up and walked in her direction, only to have her heart skip a beat, seeing his athletic build and the droplets of water glistening under the sun. His fingers combed through his sleek black hair. It was as if she was seeing the Greek God Apollo himself. . . But before she could think of anything else, their bodies bumped in contact.

"Oh, sor—" her sentence fell short. Ju-hee realized the placement of her hand on the lifeguard's firm chest, causing her to flush in embarrassment. She turned away and intertwined her fingers on her front as she stared at the mother and son to distract herself until the lifeguard finally walked away.

What the heck just happened to you, Ju-hee?! She scolded herself.

Min Byung-gyu had a deep love for the sea. It brought him peace and warmth. The sound of the waves splashing the shore was music to his ears, as well as the distant chirps of the soaring birds in the sky. His profession as a lifeguard gifted him that opportunity, but also being there to help someone in need as the sea could be more than just its beauty — it could be someone's biggest fear.

To be a lifeguard meant dedicating one's life to the safety of others, ensuring that everyone was safe on the beach while they enjoyed the sun. It brought him joy to see people having the time of their lives on the beach, enjoying the place as much as he did.

The wind carried a cool breeze as the sun was beginning to set. Byung-gyu dismissed his position from the lifeguard tower and brought his clean shirt along as he dismounted from the ladder. Some people had begun to retreat to their respective accommodations for a rest, and he too deserved a rest after watching the beach since sunrise.

Hmm, a historical movie? Maybe a box of ice cream or ramyeon on the side? He wondered.

Then, his eyes caught something. A young woman sat alone in a tree trunk, draped in a white cardigan that hung above her shorts. It took a second for Byung-gyu to remember her as the one whom he had bumped into earlier, and needless to say, she was pretty too — long, sleek ginger hair with fair skin, and striking blue eyes that bore semblance to the sea and sky.

He had never seen such beautiful eyes.

His footsteps began to make a beeline toward her, greeting. "Hey there, miss."

She looked up and their eyes instantly met. "Er, hello." The woman said.

"You seem all by yourself. Did you come alone to this beach?"

"Oh, no, I didn't." She kindly shook her head with a small smile. "I actually came with my friends. They're back at the cabin we are staying in, but I decided to head out and see the sunset. I've never seen the sun like this before in Seoul."

"You came for a vacation?"

She nodded. "Yep! Work has been tough ever since I graduated from med school."

"Med school? Congrats!" Byung-gyu smiled. "I used to study medicine too, also first aid, but I decided to pursue being a lifeguard."

"Really?"

"Yeah—" He paused, gesturing his hand on the spot next to her. "May I?"

"Sure."

Byung-gyu sat down and flashed her a smile then continued. "I like being at the beach. It's peaceful. And being a lifeguard has both of the two things I want to do — help people in need and the place itself."

"I understand the feeling," she smiled. "As much as I would love to live in a place like this, I still prefer to stay in the hospital where I can save lives."

"Impressive," he grinned. "Oh, I'm Min Byung-gyu, by the way."

"Lee Ju-hee."

Lee Ju-hee. He took note of it in his mind. "Beautiful name, Ms. Lee."

Her cheeks reddened. Identical to how he had seen her when her hand accidentally went to his chest. However, given the growing darkness in the sky, the color wasn't as prominent, but it did not stop Byung-gyu from chuckling.

"Have you seen that lifeguard over there? He looks cute!"

"Why is he staring at us?"

"No, he's not!" Ye-rim told Gina, who had a blunt expression on her face. She giggled. "He's looking at Ju-hee!"

"Wait, what?"

"Come again??" Both Bora and Hee-jin looked at Ye-rim in question.

Ju-hee, on the other hand, chose to ignore her friends and pretended she wasn't hearing anything. She proceeded to pad her hands across the water as she sat on the stone. The girls chattered amongst themselves, giggling even, and it made her roll her eyes in chagrin; who cares if Byung-gyu was staring at her? It could be that he was merely doing his job, watching over people at the sea.

"Watch this— Ju-hee! Wave your hand!" Ye-rim told her.

Ju-hee glared at her friend. "No."

"Come on. . . " Ye-rim pouted.

"Come on, Ju-hee! It's only a test." Hee-jin chimed in.

She sighed. No result would come out if she kept protesting and her friends nagging her. Ju-hee shifted on the stone and looked in the distance, noticing Byung-gyu from his seat at the tower. Her lips curled into a small smile and raised her hand to wave.

He reciprocated the gesture.

Her friends burst into squeals. Lee Bora began to splash her and Ju-hee used her hands to shield herself from the attacks, yet fully aware that her defenses were futile.

Ju-hee eventually left her friends and swam back to the shore. The waves rolled over her ankles as her feet left marks on the sand, she made her way to the deckchair where her and her friends' belongings had been kept. Grabbing her sheer cardigan, Ju-hee pulled it across her arms and tied the hem on the front of her stomach; her black halter bra could still be seen through the thin fabric, but she paid no mind and went for the long white sarong to knot around her waist.

"Hey!"

She turned around and smiled. "Byung-gyu."

"What's up? Your friends didn't tease you much, hm?" He snickered, lifting his sunglasses to his forehead. This time, he was shown in a grey compress shirt with the resort's logo.

Ju-hee scoffed. "Don't mind them. I just left because I am thirsty and craving coconut juice."

"Want me to accompany you?"

She flashed him a funny look. "Aren't you supposed to be on duty, Mr. Lifeguard?"

"I'm not the only lifeguard here," Byung-gyu rolled his eyes.

"Still. I can handle myself." Ju-hee winked at him. "Now, if you excuse me—"

"How about later?" Byung-gyu stepped in to block her path. "Sundown? After my shift?"

"Uh. . . What for?"

"A swim, perhaps? It's been a while since I swam without the intention of rescue." He shrugged. "C'mon! Unless you have other plans with your friends. . . "

She had. There was a band arriving at the beach for a small concert, Lee Bora urged everyone to go watch the live performance, and obviously, they all agreed to go. Ju-hee was also thrilled when she heard the news, she had been listening to the band for so long and knowing they would soon have a concert in the same place as her for free, it was like a chance of a lifetime.

But here she was. . . Min Byung-gyu just invited her to hang out with him.

This trip is about you and your friends only, Ju-hee. A voice spoke in her mind. You cannot simply break it just because a cute guy asked you out! Fight the urge—

"I'll see you then." Words inevitably came out of her mouth before she could stop herself.

Byung-gyu smiled widely. "Alright. Meet me at the shore?"

"O— okay." Ju-hee almost stammered. She quickly walked past him and her hands curled against her skirt, grasping for self-control, but her heartbeat pounded against her ribcage so fast to the point it could break through.

She couldn't believe she had chosen to ditch her friends and one of her favorite bands for a lifeguard.

Lee Ju-hee came up with a plan.

First, she would come along with her friends to the stadium where the band would be performing. Second, she would stick around for a few moments or songs until she came up with an excuse to leave the concert. Third, and lastly, she would meet up with Byung-gyu at the shore.

God knows what would happen if she told her friends that the guy they had been teasing her about was the reason. . .

People gathered at the stadium and several of them were already cheering for the band members even though the show hadn't officially started yet. Ju-hee squeezed through the crowd behind her friends as they searched for a good spot to view the stage.

The show finally began. The audience sang along as the group raised the lively atmosphere, encouraging everyone to dance to the music and feel the rhythm with them. But all Ju-hee could think of was Byung-gyu, wondering if he had already been waiting for her at the shore, she glanced at her friends, guilt nibbling in her chest as she was about to move on to her next step.

"Uh, Hee-jin?" She tapped her friend's shoulder. Hee-jin gave her a confused look, and judging the atmosphere around them, Ju-hee leaned up to whisper in her ear. "I don't feel good. Do you mind if I head back to the cabin and rest?"

Hee-jin frowned. "Aw, Ju-hee. . . "

"Sorry!"

"No, it's okay! It must be from what you ate earlier. Go, I'll record some videos for you, so you can see what you missed." Hee-jin encouraged her. "Just don't forget to take meds, alright?"

Ju-hee smiled. "Thank you."

Squeezing Hee-jin's hand in gratitude, Ju-hee left and snuck through the crowd of people to get to the exit. The noise faded from her eardrums as she walked farther, bringing relief to surge through her veins, followed by excitement.

She saw his silhouette where the waves touched the shore. Ju-hee took a deep breath and tucked a strand of her hair behind her hair as she approached him. The sky was painted in hues of purple, pink, and gold, as the sun was dipping from the horizon, casting a soft glow across the sea, and the waves whispered gently upon the shore.

The wind had grown colder, hinting at the arrival of the beautiful night. Ju-hee couldn't help but stare at the ethereal sight of the sea, shimmering under the last rays of sunlight, a magical and delicate mix between the farewell of day and the greetings of the evening.

"Byung-gyu." She finally spoke.

He whirled his head over his shoulder. "Ju-hee. Wow, you looked quite dressed."

"I was at the concert with my friends," she shrugged. She had a white blouse and a pretty black skirt, which swayed against her hips in the soft breeze. "But I planned to stay there for a while since I made a promise. You don't have to feel bad or anything, Byung-gyu, as it's completely my decision. It doesn't matter if I missed anything or not."

"Well, I won't be held responsible if you regretted anything from the concert," he flashed her a grin.

Ju-hee rolled her eyes. "I doubt I'd do."

Byung-gyu chuckled. He twitched his head as if in signal. "Come with me."

And so, she followed him. Ju-hee increased her pace to walk closely alongside Byung-gyu. Silence wrapped them like a blanket, comfortable and not a tinge of tension between them. . . Only a few inches separating their hands — Ju-hee noticed, but she suppressed the urge to link their fingers together. She wondered if his hands were warm, contrasting against the cold atmosphere, or soft enough when held.

She flinched upon realizing what she was thinking. Control your thoughts, Ju-hee.

Byung-gyu brought her to an area behind the large stone on the shore, revealing a stone path toward the sea. Waves crashed against the rocks with a harmonic, soothing cadence, yet harder than in the sand. As Ju-hee observed it, she suddenly caught Byung-gyu in the middle of taking his shirt off. . . But it was too late for her to look away now. The fading sunlight traced the fine contours of shoulders, subtly glowing down to the evident muscles in his arms and his torso.

Tossing his shirt aside, Byung-gyu sprinted forward and lunged for a dive into the sea, staying underneath for a few seconds before submerging. He released a quick gasp and ran his hands to his hair, sweeping it to the back of his neck.

"You can sit over here since I forgot to tell you to bring spare clothes." He pointed at the rock near them. Byung-gyu moved his hand to the back of his neck bashfully. "My bad."

"Don't worry, I— uh, I am actually wearing a swimsuit underneath." She blushed. "Just in case!"

Byung-gyu smiled. "Alright then."

To her surprise, he turned around to let her take off her clothes. Ju-hee's heart fluttered, knowing she'd be completely uncomfortable if someone watched her strip clothes, and since he had given her space, it made her feel some things.

Ju-hee slipped out from her sandals and discarded her blouse and skirt together on the ground, leaving her in a halterneck swimsuit she had worn on her first swim at the beach. She held onto the rock as she carefully stepped down on the stone beneath her feet, the water increased to her chest-length when she padded toward Byung-gyu, tapping him on the shoulder.

"Hey," he told her softly. "So, wanna let me show you something?"

"What is it?"

"It's one of the things I learned when I was training to be a lifeguard. Do you know how to float?"

"Uh. . . No, I do not."

"Good. In situations when a person is found drowning, we usually tow them to safety and make sure their throat is protected. Here, let me—" he waded closer to her and extended his arms. "Don't worry, I'll be holding you the entire time."

In a bated breath, Ju-hee grasped onto his forearms, her nails digging into his skin as he began to wade through the water, away from the shore.

"S— shit—" she cursed, no longer feeling the stones under her feet.

"Hey, hey, it's alright! I got you." Byung-gyu's soothing voice exuded through her senses. His thumbs rubbed her soft skin in reassurance. Ju-hee jutted her chin forward to keep the water's surface from rising higher, somehow struggling as she had nothing to stand upon, only relying on the man in front of her for dear life. "Now, let the water carry you. Float."

"H— how?"

Byung-gyu shook his head and changed his position, shifting to the other side. Ju-hee instantly clung her arms to his neck, watching him move gently until she felt his hand under her legs, lifting her weight to the surface. She didn't fight against it anymore and allowed herself to be light.

"Just relax," he whispered. "It will be easier for the water to carry you if you're calm. Simply put, the sea will treat you the way you treat it — if you panic, it'll bring you down. But if you're calm and trust the waves, the sea will take care of you."

Ju-hee nodded. His hand glided away and her legs remained afloat. His touch returned to her forearm, finding herself relaxing for once. She exhaled softly through her nostrils.

"See? With conscious victims, we try to calm them down first, earning their trust and reassuring them that they'll be saved." Byung-gyu explained. "The only time we take desperate measures is if the victim keeps panicking. But in your case, you have done well."

"Have you—" she swallowed to keep her voice steady. "Have you done this with someone else? Just curious."

"Nope."

"Really? Are you not joking? As in, not at all, Byung-gyu?"

"Uh, why should I lie?" Byung-gyu raised an eyebrow. Then, he let out a smirk. "What would you do if I said yes?"

Ju-hee glared at him deadly. "I don't hang out with guys who like to entertain multiple girls, Byung-gyu."

"It's the truth! Don't tell me you strike me that way, Ju-hee. I'm anything but that — my mom raised me to be a gentleman."

"Fine," she grumbled. "The way you act seems like you easily capture attention from ladies. Charming them effortlessly and all that."

"Lee Ju-hee, do you find me attractive?" Byung-gyu jested. "If that's the case, then I have successfully captured your attention, yes?"

Ju-hee turned away, choosing not to respond. She didn't know if she could give him the obvious answer — yes, right the second you showed up! Her heart screamed. She came for a vacation, to build new happy memories, not to find herself infatuated with someone. . . But heavens, all it had to take was a mere lifeguard to sway her off her feet.

"You intrigue me, you know?" He murmured. The way his breath was close to her ear brought shivers down her spine, causing her to tremble "It's like in historical dramas, you're a princess who hailed from a wealthy kingdom who wished to break free from responsibilities and choose her happiness for once."

"How accurate."

"It really is," he chuckled. "So it's no wonder why I found myself drawn to you."

Same here. Butterflies swarmed her stomach. She sighed. "I won't stay long here. After this night, I'll be leaving with my friends to go back to the city."

"I see no problem with that." Ju-hee opened her mouth to protest and Byung-gyu cut her off. "I'll leave my number in a sticky note next to your cabin's door for you to see once you leave."

"Byung-gyu. . . "

"Hm?"

Ju-hee ended up shaking her head. "Nothing. Let's swim instead of lingering here."

She brought down her legs and languidly turned around, trailing her hands across his shoulders. A rosemary scent wafted to her nose, mixed with a salty undertone and coconut. Her heart almost skipped a beat when he held her waist, though Ju-hee masked it with a confident look, letting out a giggle, and plunged down past him, dragging his hand along with her. Byung-gyu easily joined her under the currents, entering a world of their own where nobody could see them, hands linked and hearts intertwined.

It was a moment Ju-hee would never forget. There had been a lot of memories formed at the beach, but the ones with Byung-gyu were her favorite.

"Boy, are we really leaving already?" Ye-rim sighed, zipping her bag closed. "I don't want to go back to work just yet. . . "

Hee-jin laughed. "Relax, Ye-rim. We'll go back soon."

"Unless you want to lose your job," Gina joked. "Just think that these past two days have been a blast!"

"Next time, we'll take a leave for a week. Oh! Should we look for a new resort?" Lee Bora piped up. "This one looks so beautiful, but I want to travel more!"

"Sounds like a great idea! What do you— where are you going, Ju-hee?"

"I'll just be heading out for a bit," said Ju-hee, making her way to the door. She pulled the knob open and looked around until her eyes fell on a small box on the floor.

Smiling, she made her way over and peeled the paper from the top; it had the written contact number of Byung-gyu and a small note that read 'don't forget me! ;) hope you'll like the present I got for you inside the box.'. Ju-hee glanced at the box and took the lid open, causing her eyes to widen at the sight of its content.

A big, beautiful seashell nestled upon a clustered chiffon fabric. Shades of nacreous white blended perfectly with pinks and soft streaks of lavender. It gleamed under the sunlight, highlighting its polished texture created by the ocean; a natural masterpiece. The ridges extended across the surface and the curves inwardly rolled inside of the shell, adding depth to its magnificent form, as well as seashell's spiraled edge — sprinkled with brown specks — to complete the overall essence.

Ju-hee parted her lips in surprise, holding a beautiful seashell as big as this felt as if a gemstone was in her hands. She stood up and glanced at the distance, catching none other than Min Byung-gyu himself. He wore that crooked grin on his face whilst his sunglasses sat on the bridge of his nose, shielding his eyes from the stark sunlight, and his hand held a life buoy by his hip.

Another lifeguard approached him, nudging him to the sea as if ushering him to get to work. Ju-hee chuckled, tucking the seashell closer to her, giving it a light squeeze. She could only hope for fate to bring her and Byung-gyu together soon, if not, one day.

And if that day ever came, Ju-hee wouldn't mind having another swim with him.

#a ficlet inspired by the beach theme in the game!#oh cool perfect timing it's byung-gyu's bday too #solo leveling #min byung gyu #lee ju hee #minlee #rei scribbles

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