#a single drop of rain. a resting spirit

[calamitys-child]

Flint is Highwayman by the Highwaymen and Madi is Highwomen by the Highwomen but unfortunately Silver is The Pilgrim by Kris Kristofferson

[midnight-bay-if]

How would the ROs react if a drunk MC, when they are already dating each other, go to them and ask if they are single? As MC is trying to flirt with them.

Bonus: if RO say they are NOT single, since they are in a relationship with MC, the same starts to cry a LOT because they feel like they just lost their soulmate.

(I had to leave out the bonus suggestion for Umbra because there is no way they would be willing to tease MC like that, lol. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy :))

S: It was a rare night off for them, and they were spending it celebrating with you. The party spirit had truly overcome you; perhaps the bar should have already stopped serving you, but you didn't seem inclined to slow down. S reasoned with it by watching you and inwardly promising to keep you out of trouble since seeing you unwind for once has been a treat. You are laughing. It's nice.

Then, suddenly, as if stricken by a surprising heat, you set your sights on them. You climb onto the chair next to them, a sultry smile teasing your lips. "You are very... attractive, and I see the way you look at me," you declare through a hiccup, "you single?"

Their eyes widen, and then they chuckle. "Not at all," they reply, still smirking, "I'm afraid I am in a very committed relationship with a beautiful soul who definitely does not know their limit."

Your face falls, tears welling in your eyes. "No..." Your head drops onto their shoulder. "...But I truly believe you are my soulmate."

They lower their head, resting it on yours. "As you are mine."

Rain: Rain tried not to drink. From previous experience, the most unfortunate version of themselves comes out when inebriated. All snot, tears and vomit. It's pathetic to witness. But they have been happily supping on a mocktail while you have been gradually getting more and more loosened up. While they grow sadder under the influence, you laugh. It's nice to see another side of you.

The night goes on, and you grow quieter. Apparently, at some point, you pass a threshold you shouldn't have because you stare at them in an entirely different way. Almost as if you are looking through them. Then, you shake yourself and begin scooting yourself closer.

"You are very attractive."

"Oh, I, uh... thank you, MC."

"Are you single?"

Rain inclines their head to one side, wondering for a moment if you are joking, But you don't laugh. In fact, you look at them rather seriously. "No, I'm not."

You collapse against the table, burying your face in your arms. "No... but I'm so sure you are my soulmate."

Rain's entire chest warms before their face turns flush.

Taj: The difference between you sober and drunk wasn't immediately apparent. You were holding your liquor pretty well. For a human. Or, so they thought. The first sign you might be more affected than they initially thought is how you dance. Your feet no longer step in time with the music, and you slightly tumble into other dancers who guffaw at every misstep.

Taj was ready to gather you back to the table they were occupying until you stumble across on your own with a titillating smile. You fall into the seat next to them, your breath tickling their cheek as you grow closer.

"Hello, good-looking," you mutter with glassy eyes. "Are you single?"

"No!" Taj scrunches their nose in disgust at the question. Utterly offended, they cross their arms across their chest and inch their body slightly away. "And you should know that better than anyone."

Your brows furrow, taken aback by the sudden hostility. Then, tears swell in your eyes. "So, I don't have a chance? But I'm sure you are my soulmate."

Taj cuts off the curse on the tip of their tongue, their face growing a little softer from your admission. "You're an idiot, Koel." They gently take your hand and pull it into their lap, forcing you closer. "But you are my idiot."

N: They are in their element. It's rare to get you to unwind like this. Understandably so, but when they asked you to come and enjoy the nightlife with them, they half expected you to say no. You didn't. Before they knew it, both were knocking back drinks one after another in between bouts of very close dancing. Entirely on purpose on their part. There are far too many eyes on you tonight; everyone should know exactly who you are with. You are theirs.

Sometimes, it is all too easy to forget - especially with how effortlessly you seduce them - that you are human. So, when they take a break at a table, and you join them moments later on shaky feet, they are surprised to see your glassy eyes staring at them as if they are a stranger.

"So, you are very attractive and I have consumed enough liquid courage to fill a bucket. Single?"

They laugh. How could they not? Humans are so ridiculous. They lean closer, gaze heated. "Mmm... the things I would do to you right now if you were sober...Alas... As it happens, I'm not single."

"No..." Your head drops against their chest, and they think they hear you cry. "But I'm sure you're my soulmate."

The word catches in their mind. Their heart begins to race, and their palms turn hot and clammy. For the first time, they feel disgusting in their disguise. "Doubtful," they whisper, choking on it. "But even if you deserve better, I'm not letting go."

Umbra: Their eyes dart to every corner at least thrice when you change positions. Why else would you ask them to come if not to ensure you were safe? They look like a fish out of water sitting in the corner with their hands tucked at their sides, but even if they do not know how to conduct themselves, they like watching you dance.

You have had a few drinks - well, more than a few but they aren't exactly sure what too much alcohol looks like. They have noticed you are a little less stable and swaying back and forth more as you move. Nothing about it stands out as odd, until you set your eyes on them with the look of a predator stalking its prey. You stalk over to them, your ankle bending uncomfortably as you walk, then fall into the booth next to them.

"Hello, good-looking," you greet cheekily. "I've seen you staring at me. Are you single?"

Umbra's brows shoot up in alarm, and they feel their hands begin to shake. "I'm dating you!"

You smile brightly. "I'm dating you?! Woah! I hit the jackpot."

You seem happy, even slipping your hand between their arm to hook around it. It settles them a little. But they won't be truly content until they see in your eyes the recognition that keeps them tethered to this world. What else is there but that?

[lovesick-feelings]

UPDATE: This is just a repost for the tags. The original reblog will be kept up! Original AU made by @soleilxe please go check out their blog they are a genius (๑♡ ⌓♡๑)

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I had to get this one out in case the DLC mysteriously dropped out of nowhere! (ʘᗩʘ’)

I absolutely love this AU so much! I am telling you rn that when I first read this I couldn't stop thinking about it and i was so sad that it was never expanded! So I ended up drawing a small comic (this is like my first time doing something like this so sorry if its messy! ) and that was supposed to be it but I ended up writing a short fic as well (⌒_⌒;) Btw this is just my spin on things so sorry if I made any errors!

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"Irreparable," the company claimed. It made no sense to Sun and Moon. From what they know the incident occurred the night an unexpected visitor came by. On the morning management came in, they were met with their main star missing, busted animatronics, and a disheveled mall. To think that the boy they met that fateful night caused all this was… strange, to say the least. At least they were perfectly fine! Yeah, they had a bit of trouble avoiding the flames resulting in slight damage but they were working! With a few repairs and replacements, everything would be right as rain! However, that didn't stop Fazbear Mall from permanently shutting its doors. 

Even after conversations they overheard between co-workers, workers leaving as soon as they arrived with salvaged valuables, and the final click of the lock shutting the doors permanently, Sun was in denial. 

"They'll come back for us! We'll just have to wait till then!" Although Moon was still troubled by the events that night, he still held onto hope.

"Yes, yes you're right. In the meantime, we should clean up~" 

"That's the spirit!" Sun cheered.

The first few months played out like this: waiting and cleaning up whatever they could in anticipation that the company or someone would return. However, those beliefs slowly slipped away with each passing month. Sun tried so hard to keep them distracted from their situation but it’s difficult when you wake up in the same hell every day. Nowadays when he tries to comfort Moon every word comes out unsteady. If only he could make them more believable.

Moon couldn't handle it. It was all his fault. If he'd just fought back none of this would have happened. But how could you fight against something you didn’t know was coming? The night he became corrupted haunted him endlessly. It didn’t help that they also became more beat-up after several failed escapes he made. Though he was grateful for his brother's support, it felt more like lies and empty promises as time passed. Failure after failure, shame, and guilt built up. It was always at his lowest when he felt the same corrupt urges he had that fateful night back.  

"SHUT IT! JUST SHUT IT! IT'S THE SAME THING EVERY SINGLE DAY! NO ONE IS COMING FOR US!!" 

"...sorry" Sun whimpered. 

It was always too late by the time he snapped back to his senses. It was like he was stuck in an endless loop of mistakes. All he could do was apologize and blame himself again.

With no business and no people to tend to days have been spent pacing and cleaning the decrepit daycare. Today was no different. Sun wiped his hands in the desk cabinet causing thick layers of dust to fly in every direction. Every item out of place has already been put back in its original spot long ago. All there was left was the tedious task of wiping away dust.

Moon never understood why he was so keen on getting into the smallest crevices. He couldn’t deny he had his fastidious tendencies but Sun always went above him. He always claimed it was a good way to pass time but Moon knew better. Even with the new body allowing both of them to be present at once Sun still was never the biggest fan of shutting down for long periods. Normally, Moon would push him into resting but Sun seemed to be in a better mood today and he didn't want to disturb him.

The crash of crumbling rubble made them jump from their spot. It was loud enough to hear across the daycare. Their eyes were drawn to the ceiling and they noticed a huge hole. Sun frowned. Was the building finally caving down?

"Must've been a rat"

"whAT?-" Sun choked out.

"What do you mean by a rat? A rat does not cause a hole in the ceiling to collapse!" Moon's only response was a shrug. From where they were it looked like it was around the ball pit area.

"Let’s check it to see-"

"NO"

"WhaT WHy?" Sun’s voice glitched from surprise. He didn’t expect such a sudden response.

"Because it's most likely nothing. The building is just deteriorating again…" He stated plain and simple.

"Well yes but-” Sun paused for a moment, “B-but we may as well check to make sure nothing is wrong!" Moon didn't respond. It’s going to be nothing again and he really wasn’t up for disappointment. Knowing Sun, they were bound to end up there regardless.

"Okay," he grumbled. Moon could feel Sun slightly bounce up. He sighed as they walked around the desk and towards the ball pit. As they continue their journey, Sun can sense Moon slowing down.

"Moon, what's wrong?-"

"Shhh listen" Sun paused. He didn't know what he was trying to listen to but he did so anyway. There was something in the distance. Were those… footsteps? The bots trudged closer to the sound quietly. For the first time in ages, their sensors picked up someone.

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"Dammit..."

This was your fifth time wiping your clothes off debris. You knew buildings like this had weak floors but you didn't expect it to give in that easily! You would say you’ve been through worse but you’ve never been through something like this. You’re honestly not sure if watching Youtube videos of failed urban exploring counts as an experience. 

This was supposed to be your biggest project yet. Entering the abandoned Pizzaplex had been done before but nobody had ever explored past the ground floor. You had one goal: Record as much exploration as your camera storage will allow, upload all footage to your channel, and satisfy the hungry viewers with the possibility of getting that sweet YouTube money. What you hadn’t anticipated was falling through the floor and being trapped in one of the areas 30 minutes into your exploration. Now you have to find a way out.

 You looked back at the ball pit and shuddered, thinking of what might have happened if it hadn't stopped your fall. Walking over the chipped rainbow bridge you pulled out your flashlight and observed what was in front of you. You had to admit the place didn’t age as badly as you thought! It has its flaws from the fire but you were surprised by how much stuff still survived.

The bright cheery colors that once painted this daycare have dulled to darker hues. Somehow the kid's chairs were neatly pushed into the tables and toy barrels were still stacked on top of each other. You looked over the massive play structure. They were still standing strong and tall beside some large dark spots in some areas which you assumed was also caused by the fire. A few of the giant mascot cutouts were hanging on the sides while others that had fallen were carefully propped up against the walls. When you shined your light on one of the aisles, the light didn't reach much distance.

"Geez this place is huge..."

You took a few steps before hearing a scuffle. For a second, you assumed it was some small animal. At least that's what you hoped it was. You were about to turn back when you heard it again. You whipped your flashlight in the sound’s direction.

"Hello!?" You kinda cringed at how hoarse your voice came out. You darted your flashlight for a bit until you caught it. You froze. How long was it standing there? You pointed your light at the animatronic.

Even from a distance, you could tell how huge the animatronic were. A split separated the two sides, which gave the appearance of two heads. Among them, one half had dark yellow skin and a crown that resembled rays from the sun, while the other half had darker blue skin with a nightcap resembling a moon. Each had two pairs of arms. Their clothes or at least what remained of them were tattered. Parts of their endoskeleton are exposed most noticeably on their face. Their glowing eyes pierced your soul. What felt like hours of silence were finally broken when their soft chuckles turned into hysterical laughter.

"NEW FRIEND!!"

"NOPE! NOPE! NOPE! NOPE!" You bolted in the opposite direction of the playground. As you ran you tried dodging as much debris as you could without falling over. As you approached the wall you could see large wooden doors. That's the exit! You weren't able to slow down your speed in time causing you to slam your arm against the door. Thanks to your adrenaline pumping you couldn't feel a thing. You tried pulling open the door only to hear clicking noises. IT’S FUCKING LOCKED!!!

“New friend!”

“New friend~”

“New friend!”

Their calls were growing closer.

You looked around until you crawled into one of the kiddie slides. You climbed your way up, lying flat on your stomach. You were pretty high up. There was no way they could see you as long as you didn't lean against the bars. The metal grating grows louder as the robot approaches where you once stood.

"N-new friend please cOME BaCK!!" He wailed in distress like a mother trying to find her lost infant.

“Shhh you’re going to scare them~” You gritted your teeth. Yeah, like they hadn’t scared you to death already. Unlike the other voice, this one was hushed and calm. As if it was a situation he knew all too well. The other voice gasped and quietly apologized. 

"Where are you, new friend?~" There was intense silence. They let out what sounded like a disgruntled sigh before the scraping faded away. Once you were sure they were gone you took a breath of relief. You didn't realize you were holding your breath the whole time. Your heartbeat was so loud you were afraid they would hear it. 'What even was that…?' You tried to recollect your thoughts. Everything happened so fast that you couldn't comprehend what was happening. When you tried thinking back about what happened all your mind could replay was the moment you stared into their ghostly irises.

'Okay, that's enough…’ You sat up. Another deep breath calmed your heart. There has to be another way out of here. You peer through the cage. From your vantage point, you couldn’t get much. There were only two things you could see from where you were: the front desk and the children's pit in front of it. You had to get a better view but how? You sure as hell wasn’t about to sneak down again. You looked towards the bridge connecting the two playgrounds. Despite its aging, it still looked sturdy enough to cross. Maybe this was your chance? You didn’t want to risk getting caught but you also didn’t want to die either. Well, there's only one way to find out… 

A small knock made you recoil back. You turned your head to the slide you came from. No. There’s no way they could get in here. With how big and clunky the animatronic look, they’d probably fall apart the moment you hit them. 

Upon getting up, you were met with jelly legs. You're gonna have to crawl this one out. You navigated carefully through the colorful maze. The number of dead ends you ran into got ridiculous. Sometimes you felt like you were crawling in circles until you finally found it. You silently cheered for yourself. The bridge was only a turn away!

Something wrapped around your ankle before you took another step. Your head spins to see several pairs of hands gripping your ankle. You couldn't scream before those hands brutally dragged your body down the slide. The suddenness of it all caused your head to bang against a turn. You hit the floor with a loud thud holding your head. All you could do was lay limp on the foam flooring. What even happened? You could feel your head throbbing from the pain. A giant shadow loomed over your figure. Rough, metal arms wrap themselves around you in a cold embrace. 

“Found you, friend, ~” The two laughed together making a strange combination of a cackle and a giggle. You wish you could fight back but you feel so nauseous and weak. All you could do was stand there awkwardly as you got crushed. Dread overwhelms your body.

“We were so worried about you, friend! You shouldn’t run away like that! I-I mean what if you got lost or h-URT!?” Their grasp on you was tightened as he spoke. The voice coming from what you assumed was the sun’s side made you tense up. His voice made your ears start ringing. Was he always this panicky?

“Now, now there’s no need for that anymore.” His hand cupped your cheek tilting it so you could face them.

“It won’t happen again~” The drop in his voice made it sound like a death threat.

“Besides-" He resumed back to himself.

"Think of all the fun we'll have together~!” Sun’s eyes lit up. 

“Oh, you’re right! We have so many activities we could do now that we’re together!” They easily pull you up and swing your body around. 

“We’ll have soooooo much fun~!” Moon chuckled

“We could play charades!” 

“And tell stories~!” 

“Oh oh, we could finger paint too! I haven’t done that in so long!!” The two exchanged enthusiastic opinions about everything they planned. 

You honestly felt like you would puke. It was too loud. Your head was throbbed and your whole body was aching. Everything felt so overwhelming. You didn’t care about exploring anymore, you just wanted to go back to the comfort of your home. You tried holding back the tears brimming in your eyes. The robots tensed when they heard soft hiccups. Hot tears rolled down your cheeks. Your body was lowered, bringing you closer together. Moon’s eyes widened while Sun’s eyelids drooped when they realized you were crying. 

“Friend, what's wrong?” Your cry turned into a full-blown sob. Sun and Moon quickly sat down. Laying you on their lap, they gently rocked you back and forth with their arms propping you up. Your sobbing could be heard throughout the whole daycare all the while Sun and Moon tried calming you down. They rubbed circles around your back whispering reassurances. 

“It’s alright~” 

“You’re safe now!”

“There’s no need to cry~” Their hands whipped your tears away. Your body becomes less tense.

“Did we do this?” You opened your eyes realizing they were looking at your head. Their concern was evident. You flinched when their fingers grazed the area you hit.

“Oh sorry! I-I-I didn't meAn tO do THat! WE-”

“Sun.” Moon interrupted

“We can fix this. As long as we follow instructed procedures they will be fine~”

“Oh right right! Sorry about that, friend” You could feel their fingers tenderly stroking your hair. They cradled your body while whispering soothing words.

You could’ve easily pushed them away and made a run for them, but you didn’t have the motivation to do so. You were beyond tired to fight back. It was getting harder to hold up heavy eyelids and the animatronic also seemed to realize this.

“Shhh rest~ You will feel better after a good sleep~” You had to admit their voice was comforting. This couldn’t be so bad right? They seemed nice enough. So it was okay to shut your eyes for a bit. You lifted your eyes one more time to see theirs. If only you were more awake you would’ve caught their lovesickness plastered on their faces gazing at you. Maybe then you’d realized sooner the situation you were now trapped in. You felt two soft taps on your forehead, mocking a kiss before slipping into darkness.

“Goodnight, Starlight~”

“Goodnight, Sunshine!”

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[kuni-is-daddy]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT (new anon here btw :3)

summoner!y/n summons a demon, that demon being scara but he was a very… lustful demon and had needs for his own, using y/n as his own personal pet >_<

DOM!Demon Scara X Summoner Female Reader

//HI ANON. WELCOME TO THE SCARANATION I HOPE U ENJOY UR STAY♥️

ScaramoucheMasterList

word count: 1.67k(150 follower special ♥️)

Featuring: A mention of chongyun,xiao and Kujou sara.

Warning: Scara horni. ((Teasing,Blowjb,M/press,Biting, aftercare.))

MINORS AND UNDERAGED BLOGS/USERS THIS IS NSFW CONTENT! PLEASE DONT INTERACT BEYOND THE CUT.

A cycle, That is what you would call your life once you moved from inazuma at a young age and became the strongest summoner in teyvat. Waking up in your house by guili plains to be greeted by your younger friend, Exorcist Chongyun at the door. He was a good kid and even saw you as his idol despite being in rival clans. Summoners had demon familiars. And would lead exorcists and even the lone yaksha of guili plains to exterminate the corruption deep within liyue. You wore a similar outfit to him with opposing colors. A white embroided hoodie with dark blue aligned the stitches, a black undershirt and skirt, separated by a silver belt holding your vision and trinkets to sedate demons; leading down to your stockings and boots. Wake up, summon spirits to kill, Run errands for the higher ups, train and sleep. So, you had a plan, Rebellion. All you needed was shouki no kami. The first descendant of the raiden gakoden who was sealed by his own creator. He was known for mediocre things; giving wishes or killing those that the summoner wanted dead. Only for a small price..

After moving all of the belongings out to the living room you stood in your empty room infront of the tri electro symbol made of chalk as lightning struck from the outside. The only thing remaining was your made bed and backpack. Along each side of the tri electro symbol laid 3 'artifacts' Each one representing the three betrayals he once suffered. The first was a figure of the almighty narukami ogoshu, something you had plenty of thanks to your distant friend kujou sara. The second was a blade crafted by a swordsmith from tartarsuna. The 3rd was a doll representing a young male child. As a summoner it was against your sworn oath to ever summon a demon for evil. But it didn't matter, with this new life shouki no kami would give you there'd be no need to turn back.

With a deep breath you began the chant and closed your eyes. "Oh everlasting arcane demon of wisdom I summon you forth with the 3 artifacts of your betrayals. Please bestow your divine gaze upon me." With the last word leaving your lips the world fell silent, not a single drop of rain poured down your cracked window and remained suspended with the rays of lightening as if all time stopped. It was ominous and different from you previous summons. Painfully silent with your rushing heartrate in your ear as the only comfort. You opened your eyes at the disturbance and looked at the ritual. 'The offerings are missing..So it worked.' you began to take a step to observe your surroundings when a timid yet soothing voice echo'd from behind you.

"Another human asking for my help. Hah, to think such a self righteous species would run to a demon." You turned to face the demon, falling into his enticing gaze as if it was the abyss itself as he sat on your bed, legs crossed and head resting against his fist on your headboard. The demon had a beautiful face, indigo hair that covered his ears and slashed against the blood red eyeliner. His horns we'rent too big and neither was his black tail with a heart shaped tip. "I'll make this easy for you, im not in a good mood. So dont waste my time." you blinked out of his capitvating gaze and remembered why you summoned him. "S-sorry. Im a summoner and my name is y/n. I..Want a new life." The demon raised an eyebrow "Y/n.. Now thats a surprise." He looked you up and down, examining your appearance. It really was you. Same face, same vision and the same beautiful body.. The demon smirked. "uhm..Do you know me?" you replied "Tsk, who doesnt? 'y/n, the savior of liyue and summoner of demons." He mocked. "Alot of people want you dead, you know that?" your heart sunk at his words. "D-dead.. why?" "Dunno. But if it we're me, come one. Come all id say." Shouki no kami left you in shock. You've already thought this 'destined' life of yours was a burden. But others didn't even want you to live it any longer. Your stomach began to turn a the thought, covering your mouth from nausea.

"But would you look at that, I finally got to see this pathetic world's strongest." He smiled, watching as you covered your mouth in disgust. "Pft- Don't tell me you'd really believe everything I said just like that? I'm a demon, I could be lying to you~" he teased, but you we're to caught up in his words, if they wanted you dead.. why did he refuse and kill them instead? Looking back at the demon, he seemed unbothered.. intrigued actually. It began creeping you out more then the thought of having a unknown target over your head for so long. The way he looked at you as if he was undressing you with his eyes during the subtle silence of your nervous breathing to the way his tail would sway when you told him your name... 'So.. a new life. That's what you want?' No kami unproped his legs, hitting his heel on your bag. Interested, He looked back at you again still stuck in a shocked daze and turned back to it. Picking it up as his black nails tugged at the zipper, revealing the many cursed tools, a sigil of permission and even the picture of him you used for the ritual. He took out the ripped paper. 'Shouki no kami, scaramouche: The prodigal.' "WAIT- dont touch that!" you snatched the bag from his hand, letting out a relieved sigh. "T-theres all kinds of things in there that could hurt you...and why are you even going through my stuff?!" you said defensively. "Hurt me? you think those little toys in there would have an effect on me." he revealed the sigil of permission in his hand, flinging it around like a human feeding a dog while sticking out his tongue. You angerly placed the bag down, climbing onto your bed and trying to take back the sigil.

Scara relished in your attempts to take it, your skirt brushed against his shorts while the fingertips of your smooth left hand grazed along his ripped black shirt. The closer you got to the demon, the more you smelled a metaled tint coming from him. The small droplets of blood oozing onto your hand. He would never let someone be ontop of him, nor have him in a view of submission but compared to the past summoners who he's killed. You've been the only interesting one and ontop of that..The strongest. The demon licked at his fangs, slowly bucking his hips up against your lower body. But with his guard down you snatched the sigil back and tucked it ontop of the dresser. Relaxed by Leaning back and sitting on the demons clothed length. This is the life you wanted, peaceful with no worrys of who killed who and what to summon, ironically for a split second this demon gave you that life. "How childish, the strongest summoner chasing after a sigil like a cat." "T-thats not the point.. Stop acting funny and give me my wish!" 'brat' You insisted as your body passively grinded against him. "A new life, Is that all you truly want?" He flicked his free hand as a spark of electro glowed Infront of your face. It was enticing, you already we're told people wanted you dead so what more did you have to lose. "Y-yes! I want it..please Shouki no kami." your fingers dug into the demons shirt. His cock twitched at the way you pleaded for his blessing, over something so stupid as a 'new life' he knew more then anyone the divine dont mind playing cruel tricks on its prisoners.

----Smut

"Then get on your knees." The words left his smooth lips as his tail trailed to your leg, feeling against the texture of your stockings. Making you jolt up a little from the sensation. "E-excuse me?!" "You fucking heard me. Get on your knees and show me how bad you want this life." It was threatening, with no hesitation you quickly rose off of the demon as he began propping himself up just as you first saw him only his legs we're spread and eyes filled with lust. You looked back at the sigil only for scara to grab you by your hair to have you face directly at his pained boner. "To think the strongest would be more focused on a useless thing like this instead of me." He jerked your head again, "Now tell me, y/n. How bad do you want this life?" "M-more then anything shouki no kami! Please." He chuckled, "Anything huh?" "Y-yes shouki no-" He sucked his teeth. "Scara, call me scara." "O-okay scara..Please take my blood and-" He cut you off, "blood? You think i need your blood for this?" you nodded, "No, brat. I have something better for me and you." His black painted nails disappeared into his pants, slowly revealing the tip of his length then the rest of his cock. You gulped, From your position his size looked bigger then your whole head. No..you we're sure it was bigger. "Be a good girl and make me feel good, Maybe then i'll give it too you." He brushed the tip near your face.

Reluctantly, you licked your lips the trailed your tongue around the tip while the demon did nothing but stare at you as he held your hair, Unamused. "More. Do you not know how to suck a cock?" Your heart raced as he tightened his grip along your hair. It was humiliating with your title to be down on a demon like this and you we're sure the pervert was getting off to it. His length entered your mouth. "hng..Shit your so warm." You began bobbing your head up and down slowly, Adjusting to his size. "Fuck..Thats it..Go faster." He bucked his hips up into your face, Hitting the back of your throat as you desperately avoided gagging. "Fuck...faster. Be a good pet and make master feel good" You shifted your free hand down and under your skirt. Tending the sudden wetness inbetween your legs. Scara ran his hand through his hair, watching your hand trail down to your skirt. "Oh yeah? Is my pet getting off to this? How- Hng..Fucking pathetic.." his tail trailed against your hoodie and back to your neck. nudging against you more to take him deeper. "Fuck yes..Masters close, swallow it all pet- Ah swallow it~" He tugged his hand on your hair again, Pressing you up and down on his cock balls deep as he reached his high. Your eyes began rolling back as you choked on his length, tears streaming down your cheeks and Gripping your hand onto his thigh from his aggression while your other toy'd with your clit. With a loud groan his hot fluid rushed down your throat making you see stars as he pulled your head off his length. "Ngh...shit..Such a good pet..Who would've thought the great y/n would-" "P-please sca-master can i have my wish now?" he tilted his head at your request. Oh right.. you did ask for a new life. "Sure pet~ Get on the bed." you whined from his words "M-master~ please i-" He picked you up, slamming you onto the bed face down. squishing your head onto the pillow while jerking your hips up and ass near his cock. Your skirt poofed up, revealing your now ripped stockings near your private parts. Scara's fangs we're aching to just sink his teeth into your thighs or any part of your body but you we're the strongest after all, he didnt take that forgranted. The second he let his guard down again you'd most likely try to take advantage.

He trailed his hand under your skirt, while the other brushed your hips closer to his cock. All you could do was hug the pillow through your muffled pleads. "M-master! Please- wait- d-dont touch their its-" "Wet? Hah..I know pet~ you want this cock so bad dont you?" He ripped your stockings and skirt off and began stroking at his length before entering. Even slapping at your ass just to laugh at you jolting from it. "This...is going to be your new life pet~" In a blink he shoved his entire length inside you. "S-scara! Wait ah~ i-its too big!" He leaned down, grabbing and choking you from the back of your neck. "AH~ Mahster~ I-i cant~ Please~" He grew irritated at your pleads. "Shh..You'll be fine pet. Now be good f' me and take it~ fuck.." the sound of skin slapping and your headboard creeking echo'd across the room as scara groaned and even let out higher pitched moans from how good you we're taking him. "Thats it..Just like that.. Im gonna fucking cum inside you for being such a good girl. The strongest- Hah~ fucking summoner crying for me. Fuck yes~" He let go of your throat, as you panted and drooled on the pillow from his now faster pace. "Master~ AH~ Y-your going to fast! I- m' close!" "Fuck yeah your gonna squirt f' me? Do it y/n~ Cum all over my cock and ill give it to you~ Hah.. Ill give you what you fucking want~" A chord struck in you, and for the next couple of seconds it felt as if your mind turned to mush while you sunk into the pillow, panting from the juices that escaped onto his length. Scara couldnt help himself anylonger, He flipped you over onto your back then pulled his pants completely off as you still held onto the pillow in shock. Folding your legs onto his shoulders and pounding into you in a mating press. "Hiding behind a- ah~ pillow now? Tsk- you really are pathethic-" He tossed the pillow onto the floor and sunk his head into your neck. "Mahster! AH MASTER T'TO MUCH~ SCARA-" He sunk his fangs into your neck. Making you moan out and grab onto his horns from the shock wave of pain and pleasure. He came instantly from your grip and passive stroking on his horns. Painting your walls white with his sticky load. He pulled away from your neck after noticing your sudden rested breathing. 'She passed out' he thought. Scoffing, he licked up clean the small amount of blood from your neck. Leaving his electro symbol in replace of the healing bitemark. Scara didnt know what came over him, But his tail shifted towards the palm of your hand as if it had a mind of its own. Your too precious.

'To think id be setting up a bath for another human.' in a few quick teleports you we're in your tub surrounded by bubbles and a sweet smell of your soap. Your eyelashes fluttered from the water and vivid sight of the demon. "Tsk. Do all summoners have such a messy living room?" "S-sorry..Does that mean i get my wish now?" the demon wiped a lather of soap on your chest while admiring the size of your breasts. "Your still obsessed over that? Hmm..." "I-it is your job as a demon isnt it? To grant wishes. Or at least for you-" he smirked at your reply. "Clever arent you? Well..The situations changed since you've never specified what you wanted in this 'new life.' Your going to be my personal fu- pet. In exchange, I'll...Tag along with you. I want to see how strong the 'savior of teyvat' really is.."

In that moment you wanted to burry your head under the soapy water but all you did was let out a heavy sigh and sink Into the touch of him resting behind you, coating your skin in soap. Scara was right, the divine have cruel ways of playing tricks on its prisoners. But maybe..just maybe.. you we're both a blessing in disguise for each other.

THANK YOU FOR READING :)

[mandoalorian]

tolerate it [javi peña x gn!reader]

“I made you my temple, my mural, my sky…” 

Warnings: this is not nice, I'm sorry. This is pure, unadulterated angst. Based on the song tolerate it and You’re Losing Me by Miss Swift herself.  Word count: 2000approx. Author’s note: one thing about me is I come back every 6 months, drop a one-shot, and then leave again. Was feeling a bit of seasonal depression today. I don’t enjoy fall as much as the rest of the world, it seems, but here is an autumnal fic to get your spirits going. Masterlist Ko-fi

Fall.

Two take-out cups of piping hot Colombian ground coffee warming up your bare hands, because you thought it was too early for gloves, and the trees standing naked and tall with crusty red leaves blanketing the damp ground beneath your chunky boots. Holding the newspaper in the crook of your elbow, you sigh as you feel rain begin to fall from the grey clouds above. You pick up the pace, striding through the swarms of busy people doing their seasonal shopping, just wanting to get back home dry.

Your wishes weren’t commanded and you stumbled through the front door of your townhouse sopping wet, hair stuck to your face and mascara now three inches down your cheeks. You put the coffee cups on the dining room table along with the newspaper and took off your coat. At some point, Javier came in and sat down at the table. His fingers pinched at the corners of the paper. The pages were ripped and wet and the ink was bleeding into an incoherent smudge on the front page. Javier opened the lid of his coffee and took a sip before immediately scrunching up his face and putting it back on the table. You turned to face your partner, only to be met with his lips curled into a frown and his brows furrowed together in disdain. You looked at him, helpless and apologetic.

“What’s wrong now?” You huffed, searching for answers in his empty brown eyes. You were tired of asking the question.

“It’s cold,” He muttered, his eyes not leaving yours as he awaited an explanation like he was owed it. His words are blunt and sharp but you have no choice other than to take his indiscretions on your shoulder.

But instead, you offered him nothing short of a scoff as you emptied the pools of water from your boots.  The storm outside was loud and persisted with long wails and cries. In silence, you sat next to Javier at the table, and in spite, drank your cold coffee.

After a few moments, you smiled to yourself, wanting to lighten the mood and remembering something that you had seen on television a few days ago. “You know, in California, iced coffee is a thing? Yeah, that’s how they prefer to drink it over there.”

Javier grunted in acknowledgement, leaning back on his chair and folding his arms over his chest.

Your eyes flicked between the oak wood dining table, and the way you had set it so beautifully with your fancy China and centrepiece. The empty vase waiting for a fresh bunch of flowers stood tall and was gleaming after you’d spent a good chunk of your day cleaning and polishing it. A single, pumpkin-scented candle flickered in between you and Javier, your gaze fixated on the dancing ember. Finally, you looked back at Javier, who was taking shallow breaths as he awaited you to pay him attention.

When you fail to do so, it causes a problem. “I have to get to the office,” he announced after a few minutes of silence. 

“But it’s a Saturday,” you replied. Ever since Javier got his big promotion, it meant he could do fewer hours and stop working weekends. He hadn’t gone to the office on a Saturday in nearly two years. Javier stood up and put on his leather jacket, the same one he’d kept from the 70s. He still rocked it, of course, but in this climate, it just wasn’t smart. “You’re going to need something warmer than that jacket, you’ll freeze to death.”

You stood up, your chair scraping against the floor, and went to walk to the bedroom, finding a coat for Javier to wear. You picked one out that you knew he hated. It was long and plaid and not his style at all, too ‘modern’, he called it, but it was the only thing that would stop him from catching a cold. You grabbed a pair of gloves and a scarf and walked back out, following him into the hallway. He waited for you and stood leaning against the door frame, looking at the outside world ahead of him.

Sure enough, the storm had cleared up in a matter of minutes and golden rays of sunlight peeked through the now white clouds. Your heart fell, deflated when Javier refused to wear the coat and the scarf you’d picked out for him. 

“The gloves, at least,” you begged him, your eyes wide and glazed with unshed tears that you didn’t realise you were holding back. The air was thick with flaws and indecisions. Javier felt a pang of guilt in his heart when he read your expression and took the gloves from you, shoving them in his jacket pocket, a silent promise that he might just put them on later if he remembered.

“Will you be home for dinner?” You asked quietly.

“Yeah.”

“Okay,” you nodded. Javier placed a chaste kiss atop your head. “I love you.” You promised him, but the words were lost on him.

“See you later,” he replied, before pulling away and walking over to his truck. 

You’d normally watch him get in and drive away but this time, you shut the door before he even stepped off the patio and sauntered into the living room where you slouched onto the couch, hung your head low and closed your eyes. Darkness. You wondered how long you could keep fighting this. You were so tired of giving your all, only to be met with so little appreciation back. What was once the richest of love had turned cold and empty. You gave him endless empathy and he was killing you. 

Javier pulled up outside of Luna Azul, his favourite bar. He hated this. He didn’t like lying to you, but he just needed to get away. He pulled out a cigarette and rested it between his lips, pushing the front door open and immediately taking a seat at the bar. Lighting the cigarette, he took a deep inhale of the nicotine, letting it sting his throat before exhaling. He loved you, he really did. He didn’t remember a point in time when things shifted, he didn’t understand why things had changed so much. You were still his person, his soulmate, he knew he’d never find anyone else like you, but there was just something missing.

“Hey Javi, why the sad face?” Elza, the barmaid asked, already pouring him a whiskey on the rocks, his usual order. “Did someone die?”

Javier feigned a smile before downing his drink. “Rough day.”

“Ah,” Elza said softly. “Trouble in paradise?”

The words made Javier wince. He gestured for another drink, of which Elza promptly poured him. “I guess.”

“I’m sorry to hear that Javi,” Elza frowned. “You deserve better.”

Javi’s frown deepened. He swirled the whiskey as he processed Elza’s words. He really didn’t believe that he deserved better, Hell,  he barely believed that he deserved you, and you were more than good enough. You were perfect. 

And suddenly, for Javier, it all made sense. He was damaged goods. All those years in the DEA, fighting in a war… that’s what had changed Javier. The years of trauma that he’d never confronted… never got help for. He had hidden his feelings, fought his nightmares and pretended like they didn’t bother him. He’d come this far, he wasn’t scared… he couldn’t be scared, he wasn’t allowed to be scared. He had to be strong, brave, get over it. Javier downed his second whiskey, his skin getting white hot as realization gushed over him. Elza filled his glass up with a third, watching the agent intently.

You weren’t the one who changed, he was, and it took him this long to realise. It was all becoming so clear now, how hard you had been trying and how he hadn’t even said ‘I love you’ in six months. Javier’s stomach was in knots, he didn’t know how or why you’d stayed this long when he had given you nothing in return for your efforts. Impulsively, Javier downed the third whiskey. 

Something had to change. He had to change—get better. He knew now that was the only thing that would fix the relationship he’d been taking for granted. He had to go home and apologise. He had to make things right before it was too late. Javier stubbed out the butt of the cigarette and stood up abruptly, only to be met with ruby-red lips crashing down on his hard. Teeth biting down on Javier’s lower lip, Javier let out a small groan. He hadn’t been kissed in so long. But these weren’t your soft, sweet lips. Javier pulled away, eyes widening when he saw Elza standing in front of him with a smirk.

Javier rubbed at his lips in an attempt to wipe away any traces of infidelity. This is not what he wanted or needed right now. He had to get home and fast. Without sparing a single word to Elza, Javier dived out the door and jumped into his pickup truck.

Grey clouds gathered outside as Javier jogged up the driveway, an indication of another storm. You were cooking when Javier arrived home. You were so surprised to hear the front door open as he’d only been gone for half an hour or so. You’d been thinking hard and decided that if tonight wasn’t any different than previous nights then that would be it. You'd be out the door.  The thought of it was soul-crushing because you wanted to marry this man. But you couldn’t take it anymore. Fighting with all your strength and might only to be ignored.

“Hermosa,” Javier greeted, exasperated and breathless. If your eyes weren’t immediately drawn to the remnants of red lipstick on his lips, you might have noticed his tear-stained cheeks and puffy eyes. He’d been crying all the way home, crying for being so stupid and reckless for all these months, for not taking care of himself, but most importantly, not taking care of you.

Your heart plummeted in your chest and you dropped the wooden spoon that was in your hands. It clattered on the floor, the noise making Javier jump, but you stood there, still and unwavering. Silent tears began to stream down your cheeks and you couldn’t strain your gaze away from your boyfriend who was smelling thick of alcohol and had another woman’s lipstick on his face. That was it.

He had dealt his final blow.

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its been years since I've redone my masterlist so im starting again from scratch. if you see this and want to be added, let me know.

[toastyrobos]

When flowers do the talking (Wrecker x female reader one shot)

Word count: 3116

((You had no idea why wrecker always came by the medical bay or would bring the occasional small batches of flowers. He said he was just being nice. You had no idea why he was doing it. It’s not until Tech let’s it slip that Wrecker likes you, That you realize how much he has occupied your headspace so you rush to find him))

Once again your eyes drifted over to the bouquet of flowers resting in the vase next to the window. Rain pelted the glass as per usual. That was the one thing you didn’t particularly like about Kamino. Torrential rain. On most occasions it didn’t bother you, but on days when it just poured you weren’t too keen about it.

A week ago though your spirits had been lifted. By the same individual who seemed to know just when a heavy rainstorm was brewing. You had no idea how he knew, but giving the vase your full attention, you didn’t mind. In fact you actually enjoyed it.

Anytime the well built member of clone force 99 would come by it put a smile on your face. Most days it was as simple as a hello or how is your day going. He didn’t get to stay for long, as he usually was called away for missions often. No surprise. Given the groups track recorded.

But he would make up for it. The row of flower vases that use to line your windowsill as a tall tel sign.

Every time Kamino was due for heavy rain, Wrecker would bring you another set of flowers. Your first instinct was where was he getting them from? Kamnio was surrounded by multiple bodies of water. Things like flowers were not within the planet’s surface?

The second thought was why was he giving you of all people flowers? Was it because you were one of the main medical staff members and he wanted to show you his appreciation?

That didn’t seem correct. You were simply doing your job is all.

Your next thought seemed even less plausible. Making you shake your head at how ridiculous it sounded.

Whatever his reasoning for gifting them to you was it didn’t really matter anymore. It was sweet and made any stressful rainy day you experienced brighter.

“(Y/N)?” You lifted your attention to the two figures hovering in the doorway.

Your eyes grew at the state both of them were in. Especially their resident brainiac.

“Tech”. Stunned you were at the way he was limping and clinging onto Hunter for support. Instantly you dropped whatever task you were preforming and moved over to him. Wrapping an arm around Tech’s figure you helped Hunter guide him to the empty medical table.

“What happened?” You immediately questioned the two of the them. Or whoever would ever answer you first.

“A training exercise”. Hunter answered, crossing his arms over his board chest. “We decided to test out a new formation and well it did not go to plan”.

“Technically it did”. Tech held up a finger. “By my calculations we had an 80% chance of success”.

You turned your back to them, digging through your medical supplies for a brace and bacta spray.

“Not 100% though”. You merely said.

You heard Tech exhale behind you. “The chances of a 100% success rate are exponentially low to near impossible. Wrecker’s purists in expressing his romantic attraction towards you, by the use of colorful flora and fauna has a higher success rate I’ve determined”.

You stopped what you were doing. Everything pausing around you.

“What?”

For a few minutes no one uttered a single word. You shook your head. You must have heard him wrong.

Hunter was the first one to break it. “Tech!” He scolded his fellow squad member.

Tech blinked. Not understanding the gravity of his actions he had caused.

“I thought it was obvious”. He simple explained repositioning his slipping goggles.

Obviously it was not. And frankly the very notion of it sounded ridiculous.

You chuckled nervously. “Thats impossible”.

With equipment in hand you twisted back around to attend to your current patient. Who had no idea the affects his statement had on you or your racing mind and heart.

Hunter did, however. The minute Tech had revealed Wrecker’s rather obvious secret he witnessed the way your complexion paled for a brief second before your cheeks shifted to a light shade of pink. The way your heart skipped a beat momentarily then picked up in speed. He was about to say something, but you beat him to the punch.

“Wrecker doesn’t have feelings for me”. You argued, ripping open a bacta patch. Something about the cooling nature of it against your heated skin felt refreshing.

“Your wrong Tech. The flowers are just him being nice”.

Patch in hand you brought it up to the exposed skin of his leg and applied it. Tech hissed slightly from the cold sensation of the patch meeting the warm temperatures of his body.

“Technically you are correct”. He began. “Wrecker is the most accommodating and indulgent one out of the five of us, however it has been visible to each of us, in multiple instants, that he attracted to you. Romantically that is”.

You blinked.

“If I may (Y/N). Wrecker is quite taken by you. Infatuated I believe would be the proper term. On several occasions each one of us has witnessed him speak about you with such significance. From my research it would appear he was, as I’ve read, as though he was ‘floating on air’”.

You opened and closed your mouth. Processing his words. The meanings. The implications in which they held.

This…this couldn’t be true. Could it though?

Again you shook your head. Tech was wrong. Strange as it sounded. Wrecker was just being friendly. Kind. Generous. It’s who he was. Strong and ruthless as he could be in battle, he also had a heart of gold. Wore it on his sleeve.

There was absolutely no way that some like him could harbor romantic affection for you.

And yet. The mere idea of it gave you pause. Was he just being nice? We’re the array of different flowers just a friendly gesture? Or was there more to it?

Racking your brain for anything, you stumbled upon a recent memory. A day when everything that could go wrong, had gone wrong.

Sitting at your desk, body hunched over, you hadn’t noticed him come in. He coughed to get your attention. To which you immediately looked up, eyes meeting his brown ones. Another Bouquet of flowers were in his gloved hands. Red roses this time. Your favorite.

You were beyond exhausted, however the second you eyes landed on him every bad moment from the day vanished like it never had existed.

The way he would stumble over his words every time that he talked to you. How flustered he became in your presence. How he avoided your gaze in certain situations.

It was if everything around you had stopped. Frozen in time.

By the maker.

How had you not noticed it before. It was all right there! Plain as day to see! And you had missed it.

Had missed every single detail.

Maker..

He had feelings for you. Wrecker had feelings for you.

Heat immediately pooled in your cheeks at the sudden realization. Butterflies fluttering away in your stomach at what ever single arrangement of flowers now meant.

From where he was residing, Hunter could see your poor attempt at concealing your flustered appearance. His brown eyes catching yours only making your blush deepen.

It felt like your entire face—no, your entire body was tingling with warmth. Caused by the same individual who had gifted you such treasures.

It was then you came to a second, more deeper realization.

You reciprocated his feelings. You had feelings for Wrecker.

How his wide grin could light up a room. The way he would take an interest in your day. And above all, the flowers. The flowers….

“(Y/N)”. Hunter called out your name, but you couldn’t hear him.

Millions of thoughts and memories had taken over your mind. You were starting to question the nature of every time Wrecker would say hello to you or was nervous around you.

Was every one of them him taking an opportunity to work up the courage to eventually tell you how he felt?

Looking back on them it had to be. You were absolutely certain of it. The way his gaze would linger on you for far longer then normal.

“(Y/N)!” Hunter’s raised voice snapped you out of your trance.

You blinked. “I-I’m sorry. I just..”.

Your voice drifted off. An overwhelming feeling taking control of your body. Everything suddenly becoming clear. And you knew what you needed to do, before you could rationally think it over.

Before either one of them could utter another word, you dashed out of the medical bay, stumbling as you rounded the corner. Nearly straight into another person.

“Sorry!” Not stopping for even a single minute, you briefly apologized from further down the corridor.

All you could think about was locating Wrecker and telling him exactly how you felt. That you reciprocated his feelings. That you wanted to be with him. Or at the very least give whatever this was a brewing between you two a chance.

However you didn’t know where to start looking. With Hunter and Tech back in the infirmary there was a high probability that their squad was staying put for a bit. As evident by Tech’s minor sprain. Meaning that Wrecker was here. Perhaps near by.

They had just come from the training field. Maybe they had made their way back to their barracks. You rounded another corner. Kriff why did every single hallway have to look the same with its blinding white interior?!

Taking another left you came face to face with the open door to their barracks. You ducked your head inside momentarily to see if he was here. Everything inside laid so still. As if untouched for a while. Kriff. He wasn’t here.

“(Y/N)?” You recognized that voice. You quickly snapped your head in that direction to find Echo walking towards you, a bit confused to find you at his door.

“Echo I need to find Wrecker. Where is he?” You cut off him impatiently, before he could ask what you were doing here of all places.

Puzzled, he pointed down the hall. In the direction he had just come from. “In the hanger, why are—“

Even before the entirety of the sentence could leave his lips you had already dashed off. Running in the opposite direction you had come from. Fully intent on finding Wrecker and letting him know your true feelings. Adrenaline pumped through you veins as you raced down multiple halls. Your destination near.

Finally. Rounding the last corner, you stopped briefly, eyes frantically scanning the surrounding bay to see if you could find him or the Marauder.

Eyes widened the minute you spotted it. Off to the left, housed between a weapon storage vault and another larger vessel. Then you eyes found him.

Nothing stopping you, you quickly darted across the hanger bay. Legs pumping, burning from the excessive running you had done today. But you paid it no mind. No. Reaching Wrecker was all that mattered.

As if he could sense your presence, his frame twisted around to see you coming at him full force.

“(Y/N) what are you—Mmfph”. You flung your body into his, impulsively crashing your lips onto his, cutting him off and rendering him completely speechless.

Realizing what was happening to him, Wrecker reached his arms around your fragile frame securing his hold onto you. The warmth of your body up against his chest mixed with how sweet your lips tasted, maker he thought he was for sure in heaven.

You tasted so delightful on his lips. Like one of those nectar infused cocktails down at the 79. But better. Much better. Richer. More flavorful. Like honey. And he loved honey.

For you, the second your lips touched his it was like fireworks going off. Electrifying and loud, but bright and spectacular. He was so gentle in the way he held you. Careful to not let his strength become too much. Applying just the right amount of pressure.

Maker did you absolutely want to continue kissing him. But you also came here with a purpose. To tell him that you felt the same way about him that he did about you.

Besides you had a good hunch that once you laid everything out in the open, getting to kiss him would become a normal occurrence.

Reluctantly you pulled away. To his disappointment.

But he quickly recovered, staring straight at you. A puzzled look in his eyes. “W-what was that for?”. He questioned you. Vaguely worried that he was dreaming what was happening to him right now. Bracing himself, he had to be sure it was all truly real.

“Tech”. You took in a deep breath, steadying yourself. “He told me everything, Wrecker”. He continued to stare at you, perplexed. What did you know?! There was so much that Tech knew! What had he told you?

“I know about the flowers”. His eyes widened. Tech had told you that secret. Oh dear. “I know that you…you have feelings for me”.

He swallowed slowly, feeling his throat dry at your eyes scanning him. Frantically he opened his mouth to say something. Like Tech was wrong. Or that you had missed heard him or—

“And I wanted you to know that I care about you too”. You admitted out loud finally. To both yourself and him. Having your own confession out in the open felt invigorating. Like a weight off your shoulders.

Even if you had only realized the truth of it all less then twenty minutes ago. It didn’t matter.

Wrecker stood there stunned. Frozen, you wrapped up in his arms. Was he dreaming? He must have been. Because he most definitely misheard you.

“Y-you mean it?”. He responded before he could give it a second thought.

You nodded. “I do. I didn’t realize I did until Tech told me how you felt”.

It was true. You hadn’t really thought about it until Tech put the idea in your head. The the idea of you and Wrecker made perfect sense to you.

He made you laugh, brightened the gray days you would have, and you adored his goof ball energy. And if you were being completely honest, you liked a man who could swallow you up in a single hug. Wrecker checked all the box’s for you.

You lifted your hands up and took his face between them. “I really like you Wrecker”. You confessed wholeheartedly. “I really do”.

The biggest smile you’d ever seen erupted across his face. The pure joy and happiness radiating off of him was contagious. You felt him light up like a thousand stars in the night sky. The browns of his eyes glowing like two embers.

“I love you”. He crushed his rough lips onto yours, catching you off guard. For the briefest of moments you were unable to register what he had said. But then you quickly melted into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, leaning into him.

You couldn’t explain the feelings that coursed through your veins, but somehow you felt whole. Like this is where you were meant to be. Being embraced by an individual who was responsible for much joy in your life.

Breaking apart, both of you were left breathing heavily. Lungs near exasperated from the lack of air flow. But it was worth it.

“Wow! That was…wow”. You giggled at his simple minded description.

“Yeah”. You mumbled, shyly biting your bottom lip.

His smile softened as he studied your flushed cheeks. “Maker your really beautiful”. He complimented you without a second thought.

Instantly your entire face flared up at his very honest observation. Normally you did not get embarrassed, but now with everything coming back to you, including a clear head, you made the discovery of just how emotionally driven you’d been.

Not that it was a bad thing, it just usually wasn’t your style. Yet in this situation you were grateful that you had been a bit…reckless in allowing your heart to guide you. For it had led you down this path. To this.

“And your eyes. But especially your smile. Your smile (Y/N) is incredible”. Wrecker confessed. “It was the first thing I noticed and man oh man did it reel me in! It was like I was seeing the sun for the first time”.

You’d seen Wrecker passionate and enthusiastic numerous times, mostly when talking about being on the battlefield. Destroying ‘clackers’ as he referred to them. But never about you. Let alone your smile. You didn’t even know that he liked it that much. The way he was describing it however made your heart swell.

You were too stunned to speak. So he just kept on going. “When I brought you flowers you would always smile, like I was your favorite person, so I-I kept on bringing you some. Umm…even if nothing happened, I’d at least get to see you smile and that would make any day better then it was”.

He brought you flowers, not just because he cared about you, but because he wanted to see your smile?

Dan Ferrik. You swore your heart would melt at that. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing him confess to you!

“Wrecker, you really like my smile that much?”

Wrecker shook his head. “No. I love it”.

Now you were positive your heart was melting. If not your heart then your eyes. Tears had started welling up in them, only to overflow down your cheeks.

“Y-you do?” You asked to which he nodded, leaning in to lay his forehead against yours. Your heart was beating rapidly at this point. No end to its frantic nature in sight.

“I love everything about you”. Now it was his turn to be flustered, but it did not bother him.

He confessed all that he wanted to. All that he needed to. And never in his wildest dreams would he think that you’d feel the same way. But by golly he was so thrilled that you did.

Placing you back down on the ground, to avoid anymore suspicious stares, he scratched at the back of neck. Nervous ticks finally setting in. But he was grateful for your lingering touch. Your hand Iaced with his. Fingers tangled together. Making him feel slightly less nervous.

“Would you like to umm…go out?”

Leaning up on your tippy toes, you placed a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I would love to, Wrecker”. You both beamed from ear to ear.

“Tomorrow?” His smile as bright as ever.

“Tomorrow”. You echoed, spinning around. But not before you uttered one last thing.

“Oh and I’m looking forward to the Bouquet”.

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Fight Like You Mean It (Another Level - Installment 7, Part 2)

Summary

Time had to be running low now. A surge of energy just outside of the veil caught her attention, and she clenched her jaw. She’d rather die than let Naoya take this from her. Sucking in a shaky breath, she released it as she whispered, “Cursed Technique, Perfect Double.” It appeared opposite her, her mind narrowing as her view of the world split. Two TVs, two video games with separate controls—just like every time before, it threatened to overwhelm her. Focus on your energy. Gojo’s order resounded in her mind as she blinked rapidly. Focus less on your thoughts and more on your energy.

AN: I made some big revisions to this part, which is the original parts 2 and 3 combined. I've already updated both parts on AO3. For those who read the original version, I made changes to her fight, the group’s conversation at the izakaya, and some details about the Special Grade cursed spirit she fought. Her convo with Nanami is also a bit different. I added some fun banter because we love Nanami/Rinko banter.

Guess I'm spoiling her exam with the header, huh? Everyone, congratulate Rinko on her Grade 1 status. She got her ass beat for weeks while preparing. This part is spicy, too, but is that really surprising?

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Fight Like You Mean It - Part 2 (and 3)

Dropping to her knees, Rinko allowed herself to cough once, dislodging the blood clot in her throat as she did.

Spitting it out, she growled her frustration wildly.

Despite expecting it and preparing for it—training extra with Gojo and Nanami for weeks—the Special Grade was still more than she had anticipated.

Thunder roared in the distance as rain pelted the veil overhead.

Nanami had given her sour expression a single glance as he got off the train that morning and sighed.

“You’re in a mood, I see,” he’d said, raising his eyebrows. “Where’s–?”

“Special Grade assignment,” she’d replied flatly, her eyes watching Nanami’s narrow. The words left a bitter taste in her mouth. “Don’t fucking ask.”

They had been walking to her apartment from getting dinner at the sobayaki place she’d taken him that night over a year ago. His arm was draped over her shoulders, a smirk on his face as he asked if she wanted to get some taiyaki and relive that night. The smirk on his face grew when she scoffed, letting his shades slide down his nose so he could stare into her eyes. She’d known he was about to say something unhinged when his eyes almost glowed down at her, but he didn’t get the chance because his phone rang, his mouth flattening into a hard line as he answered.

“Yaga–” His expression went from annoyed to furious in an instant at whatever Yaga was saying, his arm dropping from her shoulders as he tensed. “You’re fucking joking–”

He’d gone back and forth with Yaga for the rest of the walk to her apartment, his tone hushed except for a few occasions when he snapped at the older sorcerer loudly.

“Yeah, yeah,” he finally said, hanging up without another word. Running his hand through his hair in frustration, he muttered under his breath, “Christ.”

He let out a heavy sigh of annoyance, removing his sunglasses and retrieving his bandages from his pocket.

“Special Grade assignment just popped up,” he stated drily in response to her confused look. “Sendai. Urgent– I know.”

She’d scowled as soon as he spoke, to which he nodded and sighed again.

It wasn’t that she needed him there with her, but she knew they were sending him off on purpose—and that was infuriating.

“They aren’t exactly being fucking subtle, are they?” he asked flatly as they arrived outside her apartment. “I gotta go.”

Nodding along, she unlocked her door silently, feeling the irritation settle in her chest at her father.

“Hey,” Gojo said, the fury in his eyes softening for a moment as he grasped her arm. “You’ll be fine. You’re more than ready. Just stick to the strategy and–”

“I know,” she snapped, watching his eyes narrow at her. “I got it.”

“Don’t get bratty with me,” he ordered, pressing her against the wall beside her door. His eyes were flashing dangerously as he raised his eyebrows. “Not when I don’t have the time to teach you a lesson for it.”

Leaning down, he captured her lips with his, licking his way into her mouth immediately. Stroking his tongue against hers, he flattened her against the wall roughly when she whimpered.

“You’ll be fine,” he whispered again, biting her lip and grinding his hips into hers. “Don’t be nervous.”

Easier said than done.

“I mean it, Rinko,” he insisted, pulling back to stare down at her. “Stay calm. I’ll be back once I finish whatever the hell they’re sending me all the way to fucking Sendai for, and we’ll celebrate your new Grade 1 status.”

He’d released her shortly after, wrapping his bandages around his eyes and clasping his hands together before disappearing.

The cursed spirit shrieked as it charged at Rinko again, forcing her to swap with a duplicate to get away. It had knocked her through a second-floor window of the abandoned middle school into the old courtyard, almost crushing her skull when it jumped out after her. Had it not been for her duplicate, she’d have been out before the fight even started.

Her head ached, and sweat trickled down the side of her face. Raising her hand, she wiped her face and scowled when she pulled her hand away to see that it was blood and not just sweat. Perfect.

Another clap of thunder forced her attention back to the present.

The clock was ticking.

Time limits weren’t standard for exams, but yet another wrench the Zenin clan had thrown her way since she was impressive enough for Gojo Satoru to recommend her promotion. Someone like that should have no issue with an extra challenge. To make things worse, should she fail to exorcise the curse within the allotted time, Naoya would be the one to do it for her.

She and Nanami had shared a look, both clearly thinking the same thing: As if the little shit stood a chance.

The reason they’d sent Gojo over 800 kilometers away became crystal clear: so he couldn’t stop Naoya from inevitably trying to sabotage her exam by interfering early.

Yoshinobu, to his credit, had looked furious. But he’d remained silent, as always. He’d clenched his jaw as Yaga questioned who had approved such drastic changes to what should have been a standard Grade 1 exam.

Her uncle had only smiled, ignoring Yaga completely as he met Rinko’s hatred-filled eyes.

“Best get started, Kurisaki,” Ogi told her, his smile growing as he adjusted the umbrella in his hands. “The clock starts upon first contact.”

Spitting on the ground again, Rinko heaved as she drew her cursed blades, flipping them between her fingers while she tried to assess the situation.

They were close to the Uji River, she realized, squinting her eyes at the curse. Taking in its appearance, she ran through what she knew about the area. There were numerous legends and folk tales about the Uji River, but one in particular stood out. The snake-like body and horns on its head made her eyes narrow as it all clicked into place for her: Imaginary Vengeful Cursed Spirit, Uji no Hashihime.

Like all legends, the details of Hashihime varied, but the base of it stayed the same: the manifestation of a scorned lover. A woman fueled by jealousy who begged the gods to give her the power to punish those who wronged her. But Uji no Hashihime was also known as the dread Bridge Princess demon. Why was it in an abandoned school? How had they lured it away from– It released another shriek, zeroing in on Rinko’s cursed energy and charging her again before she could question its location further.

The implication of the Zenin clan’s choice of cursed spirit wasn’t lost on her, but she refused to let it throw her.

Fuck them, she thought as she readied her blades.

She wanted to slaughter the entire clan, but she had to survive first. More than that, she had to exorcise the curse or her only chance at ever getting Grade 1 was gone forever.

It slithered towards her, tortured wails brokenly lamenting how it was wronged and how she would pay for stealing its lover. Fury oozed from its every pore, the horns on its head glinting when a flash of lightning breached the barrier and lit the courtyard.

Keep moving.

Nanami was likely losing his mind at seeing her standing so still as it charged at full speed, but she purposefully waited until the last moment, swapping with her farthest duplicate. It crashed into the wall, the sound of its shriek mixing with the boom of thunder.

Taking advantage of its distraction, she rushed forward, thrusting her left blade into its side. She drove the knife as deep as she could, using her momentum to swing up and over its body.

Pain exploded in her ears at the scream Hashihime released, her head pounding as she landed and activated her technique to send a decoy in the opposite direction.

Keep moving.

Dropping low, she ducked its flailing arm to slide beneath it, dragging her blade across its belly as she went. She swapped away, watching it grab her duplicate and slam it into the ground as she tried to catch her breath. 

Blood roared in her ears as she realized that the only thing she could hear was a constant ringing, everything else a fuzzy mumble as a crack of thunder shook her chest.

A growl of frustration escaped as she realized that the cuts she’d made healed instantly. All she’d really succeeded in doing was making it angry.

“Cursed Technique, Shadow Step.”

Using her echoes as a form of cover, she charged forward again, this time launching herself up and managing to slice one of the horns from its head. Twisting, she tried to stab her other knife into its side, but an arm swiped out and caught her square in the chest, sending her straight into the wall.

A yelp of pain escaped as she hit the ground, quickly forcing herself back onto her feet.

Time had to be running low now. A surge of energy just outside of the veil caught her attention, and she clenched her jaw.

She’d rather die than let Naoya take this from her.

Sucking in a shaky breath, she released it as she whispered, “Cursed Technique, Perfect Double.”

It appeared opposite her, her mind narrowing as her view of the world split. Two TVs, two video games with separate controls—just like every time before, it threatened to overwhelm her.

Focus on your energy. Gojo’s order resounded in her mind as she blinked rapidly. Focus less on your thoughts and more on your energy.

Energy, right.

Moving her left leg back, she braced her weight against it, watching her double do the same. It raised its fists as she raised her knives in front of her, and she allowed herself another deep breath before darting toward the Special Grade.

Her energy flowed as she moved, striking the cursed spirit from both sides and feeling the cry of pain it released vibrate through her arm. Swinging her arm, she severed a second horn from its head, her brain protesting as her double continued its assault with a punch charged with cursed energy.

She yelped as she was forced to swap out of the way of the curse as its body skidded away from the force. It clutched its head, its mouth opening in an obvious wail even though she couldn’t hear it.

There was more to this curse. There had to be. The stories typically involved dragging its victims from the bridge and drowning them. Would it try to drag her to the river if she got too close again?

Liquid erupted from her throat, and she gagged as water gushed from her mouth.

It didn’t even need a river, lovely.

Her double faltered but seemed otherwise unaffected, and she tossed her knives in the air as they crossed paths. A flash of lightning broke across the sky. The blades glinted in the brief light as her double caught them. One of the many things she’d wondered early on with her double was how she’d deal with one version of her having weapons and the other not, until she’d realized that the double could still use them even if it couldn’t duplicate them.

Coughing wildly, she tried to expel as much water from her lungs as she could, sucking in a strangled breath before the water refilled them. Blinking through the pain-induced haze, she ignored the way her body protested her movements as her chest already burned from the lack of oxygen.

She forced herself to keep fighting. There was no other choice but to keep going. The only way to breathe was to exorcise the curse and hope she didn’t pass out first. Wrapping her cursed energy around her fists, she landed blow after blow, only retreating to allow her double to close in to slice at it in her stead. Her vision blurred, the strain of controlling her double and fighting alongside it pushing her to her limit.

Clenching her jaw, she kept going, feeling something snap as her mind went blissfully blank. Her double moved in perfect sync, following up on her hits with its own. It felt effortless as she caught her knives, following up on her double’s punch by jabbing her blade into the curse’s side and flipping over its attempt to swat at her.

She’d never felt so free in her entire life.

The curse flailed, trying to fight the endless flurry she and her double were inflicting. Dodging its sloppy movement, she swore she was floating as time stopped in its tracks. Her energy flowed effortlessly, her body and her double moving before she even had to think to do it.

Her lungs burned as she ignored her racing heart and the ringing in her ears, tossing her blades to her double. Landing strike after strike, her fists glowed with energy.

Air, she thought desperately. Need air.

But the only way to get air was to keep fighting. She could breathe when it was over. She didn’t have a choice.

Black sparks flew around her as her double immediately landed another blow, sending another flash through the air. Her blades appeared in her hands, and she slashed through Hashihime’s middle like paper. The shriek it released shook her chest as the shredded remains exploded around her, accompanied by the final streak of black sparks.

Her legs shook beneath her before they finally gave out, her knees hitting the ground as she heaved the last of the water from her lungs. Gasping, she choked when she desperately tried to inhale before the fluid was cleared. Her vision briefly returned to normal when her double disappeared, but dots fluttered around behind her lids whenever she blinked.

The veil above her began to recede, rain immediately soaking her clothes all the way through as another clap of thunder shook the ground.

With shaky hands, she sloppily flipped her knives to return them to their sheath. A stabbing pain shot through her arm, and she released a groan of pain, the sight of a few of her fingers bent in the wrong direction finally registering in her mind.

Shoes appeared in front of her as a hand grasped her shoulder, and she lifted her head to see Shoko grinning down at her.

Her lips moved quickly, but Rinko just shook her head when she could only hear garbled nonsense.

A frown pulled at the corners of Shoko’s mouth before she placed her hands on either side of Rinko’s head. Warmth radiated from her palms and then the sound of the rain slapping the ground around them hit her like a wave.

“Holy shit,” Rinko breathed, wrapping her arms around Shoko’s neck in a tight hug. “I absolutely love you, Ieiri! Dunno what I’d do without you. You’re literally the best sorcerer in the world.”

Her friend laughed, patting her on the back before extracting herself to assess her for other injuries.

“Don’t let Gojo hear you say that,” she teased, grasping her hand firmly. She tightened her grip when Rinko tried to yank it away on instinct as the bones moved back to their proper place. “You’d definitely be deaf without me, but you’d probably just be dead.”

The truth in her statement hung heavy until she smirked and leaned a bit closer.

“You did it,” Shoko whispered excitedly. “I think your uncle is so angry he’s going to have a heart attack.”

Rinko’s eyes finally moved to where her committee stood, patiently waiting for Shoko to finish her quick assessment.

“How long did I have left?” she asked, watching a vein on Ogi’s forehead bulge. Naoya’s gaze burned hers when she met his eyes, and she sent him a smug grin in return. “I lost track of time–”

“Three minutes,” Shoko replied, wrapping Rinko’s arm around her shoulders and helping her to her feet. “It was close. Yaga had to stop Naoya from jumping the gun and just coming in twice.”

They clearly thought she wouldn’t be able to do it.

As they approached, her gaze moved to the rest of her committee.

Mei Mei stood with a hand on her hip, a relaxed smile on her face like always; Yaga’s expression remained neutral, his arms crossed; Nanami smirked at her, his eyes shining with what she swore was pride. Her gaze found Yoshinobu, who stood behind her uncle with an indifferent expression until he met her eyes. He gave her a slight nod, a proud smile pulling at his mouth before he schooled his expression when her uncle turned to glare at him.

“Kurisaki Rinko,” Yaga began, stepping forward to meet her, “consider this your official welcome to Grade 1 status. This committee reports your exam result as a ‘pass.’ Congratulations.”

“Not only that,” Mei piped up, her hands clasped loosely behind her back now. “You tied the consecutive Black Flash record. A well-earned pass, Kurisaki-chan.”

They dispersed, Mei and Yaga turning away, both of them walking with Yoshinobu as Ogi and Naoya continued to glare at her for just a moment longer before they turned and walked away without a word.

Taking a deep breath, Rinko felt the weight of Yaga’s words finally settle over her.

Grade 1. She’d done it– The world spun as her legs gave out.

Shoko caught her just before she hit the ground, her grip tightening when she sagged as her vision began to go dark.

Blinking rapidly, she forced her legs to straighten, feeling another arm wrap around her waist. She turned her head to see Nanami helping Shoko support her.

“Well done,” he whispered, a small smile on his face. “You made it look easy.” He paused, a smirk forming. “Though I was worried you were gonna try to tell it your color–”

She let out an indignant squawk, her mouth dropping open as she glared up at him in disbelief. She should have known he wouldn’t let that go.

“I just– I almost died,” she rasped, her eyes narrowing, “and you’re still–”

“You were fine,” he replied calmly, his eyes sparkling down at her. “But Kurisaki, I’m never going to let you live that down. I hadn’t laughed that hard in years.”

“We had a deal.”

Nanami spoke as she slid into the corner booth beside him.

“We did,” Rinko admitted, accepting the drink he slid towards her.

They’d decided to meet up at an izakaya not far from Kyoto Tech, giving her a chance to go home to shower and change into regular clothes instead of her Jujutsu Tech uniform. Now, she felt refreshed and alert, and she was starving.

Shoko had hung back just outside, citing the need for a cigarette and telling Rinko to go in ahead of her. She’d healed the significant injuries but had left the minor ones to heal on their own to preserve energy, which Rinko didn’t fault her for.

Taking a long gulp, she breathed a quiet sigh of relief when the ice-cold beer soothed her still-burning throat.

“Well?” Nanami pressed, raising his eyebrows as she lifted her glass to drain it completely. “You’re really keeping me in suspense, now.”

“Oh, fuck you,” Rinko said, placing her empty glass down heavily. “It’s not like you already haven’t started figuring it out for yourself.”

“A deal’s a deal,” he stated firmly. “I’m waiting–”

“You can’t tell me you didn’t think it was odd that the Zenin clan kept interfering?”

“You mean like last-minute, completely unheard of changes to a standard Grade 1 exam?” he deadpanned, taking a sip of his drink. “What did you do to the Zenin clan for them to hate you so much?”

“S’not that hard to figure out, right?” she asked, fidgeting with her fingers idly. “Come on, Nanamin, you’re a smart guy–”

“And you’re an irritating woman,” he cut her off, smirking when she squawked. “But being irritating isn’t enough for them to deliberately block your promotion. You seem to think the reason is obvious, but it really isn’t–”

“Zenin Naobito’s my old man,” she snapped, clenching her jaw as his eyebrows rose in surprise. “He– I’m a bastard kid. S’why they hate me so much—why they don’t want me to be successful. Makes them look bad since he already had kids.”

“So they just very obviously try to hinder your progress,” he noted, smirking again. “Guess it makes sense that you’re related to them. The Zenin clan is strong, even if they’re a bit–”

“They’re all assholes,” she cut him off sharply.

“Either way,” Nanami began drily, taking another long drink. “You beat them today. They clearly didn’t think you’d be able to handle that Special Grade, but you did. You’re a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer now, and they really can’t do anything about it.”

“Thanks to Gojo–”

“You earned it beyond that.” Nanami’s smirk shifted into a small smile. “He didn’t fight that cursed spirit today, you did. He’ll tell you the same. Speaking of, have you heard from him?”

“No,” she replied, checking her phone absently. She hadn’t heard from him since he’d left yesterday evening. “Have you?”

Nanami hesitated, and she narrowed her eyes.

“Kento,” she warned, leaning closer as he shook his head. “You’re lying–”

“I haven’t heard from him since before your exam,” he denied, nodding towards Shoko and Utahime as they approached.

Hime wrapped her arms around her, squeezing her tightly.

“Congratulations!” she exclaimed, releasing her to slide into the booth behind Shoko. “I heard it was quite a show.”

“I said she wasn’t breathing for almost half of it,” Shoko reminded, rolling her eyes. “She’s lucky she didn’t cause permanent damage–”

“I’m right here,” Rinko interjected, glaring at her friend half-heartedly. “And it wasn’t like I had much of a choice, either. Plus, I was fine because I have one of the very best sorcerers in the world as one of my very best friends–”

“I can’t revive the dead,” Shoko stated. She grinned at Rinko’s noise of indignance, ignoring her protests as she and Hime ordered their drinks when the waitress approached.

Rinko and Nanami took the opportunity to order appetizers, each ordering another drink as well.

“Can I also get a pitcher of water?”

She was still grossly dehydrated after her fight earlier since she’d kept vomiting even after she’d choked all the river water out of her lungs.

“The cursed spirit was a nasty one, even for a Special Grade,” Nanami said once the waitress was gone. “Unregistered, too. Odd, seeing as that’s such a highly populated area.”

“The dread Bridge Princess,” Shoko murmured, tapping her chin in thought. “An Imaginary Cursed Spirit, a Special Grade at that, doesn’t just pop up overnight.”

They didn’t. It had clearly been there for a while and felt territorial. She still didn’t understand why it was in a school and not at a bridge, either.

“No,” Rinko agreed, her eyes meeting Nanami’s. “And a populated area like that should have had more than a few suspicious drownings reported by now. Plus, Uji no Hashihime is the Bridge Princess–”

“You don’t need to worry about that right now.”

She jumped, turning to find Gojo standing over her. He was wearing the same clothes as the day prior, his bandages still covering his eyes. She noticed subtle signs of exhaustion as he smirked down at her but decided to stay quiet as he nudged her leg with his knee. Scooting over, she gave him enough room to plop down next to her, draping his long arm across the back of the booth behind her.

“Congratulations, Rinko-chan,” he greeted, chuckling at her dumbfounded expression. “Don’t worry about that Special Grade. Already had a little chat with the higher-ups about that one.”

“What kind of chat?” Nanami asked, his eyes narrowing. “When did you have the time to do this?”

Gojo pulled Rinko’s phone from her pocket, checking the time as she gave an indignant sound and snatched it back.

“Use your own!” she snapped, swatting him when he tried to steal it again.

“Mine’s dead,” he argued, pouting and poking her side petulantly when she swatted his hand again. “Finished arguing with them about thirty minutes ago. As soon as I heard about those little rules Ogi imposed, I knew there needed to be a fuckin’ conversation. Once I saw that damn Special Grade, I knew the talk needed to be sooner than later.”

“You saw it?” Rinko asked, her eyes searching his face carefully as he scowled. The scowl dropped instantly when he turned his face back to her, a smirk taking its place. “How did you–”

“Made it just in time to see the veil go up,” he replied, his smirk growing when her eyes widened. “Saw the whole thing. Had to leave as soon as you exorcised it, though. Wanted to talk to the higher-ups before Ogi got a chance to go bullshit them more than he already had. Those rules wouldn’t have held up as a reason for you failing your exam, but they would have delayed your progress if Naoya exorcised the Special Grade instead of you. Good job on keeping that from happening, Rinko-chan.”

She raised her eyebrows, and he snickered.

“Anyway, it was obvious they were trying to set you up to fail, and I was pretty fucking pissed that they thought they’d get away with it. So I decided to point out their blatant violation of Jujutsu Society Regulations.”

Violation?

“How is tampering with her exam a violation of–”

“Ah-ah,” Gojo cut Utahime off smugly, his smirk growing when she growled.

Their waitress returned with their drinks and appetizers, taking meal food orders before turning to give Gojo an expectant look. He ordered a melon soda absently, his hand tracing idle patterns on the vinyl booth right behind Rinko’s ear. She fought a shiver when he subtly brushed his thumb along her skin, focusing instead on the food placed in front of her.

“The Zenin clan violated Jujutsu Regulations because they’ve been purposefully endangering non-sorcerers,” Gojo stated once the waitress had walked away. “Not to mention that they’ve been covering up any drownings reported in that area to protect their little secret.”

“How d’you figure that?” Rinko asked. She wouldn’t put it past them, but it made such little sense that they’d go through that much trouble just to fuck her over. She wasn’t worth that much effort to them. “Why would they–”

“Been using Gakuganji to make sure none of the Kyoto Tech sorcerers find it,” Gojo cut her off simply, shrugging. He paused to accept his soda, once again waiting until the waitress was gone before he continued. “D’you wanna know how many deaths have occurred in the last two years alone because of that cursed spirit?”

She didn’t. From how his expression dropped, she had a feeling it was a disgustingly high number.

“More than a hundred,” he stated flatly, setting his soda down so hard the table shook. “Zenin has been using the old geezer to sweep them under the rug and keep people from finding it, letting it marinate for the past few years–”

“But why would they do that?” Hime interjected, frowning. “You can’t tell me they’d been prepping for Rinko’s Grade 1 exam for years-”

“No, they weren’t,” Rinko agreed, clenching her jaw as she finally put the pieces together and the realization smacked her in the face. “But they were going to use this as an opportunity to get Noaya his Special Grade 1 status.”

“Bingo!” Gojo cried dramatically. “They didn’t appreciate that I called them out for their bullshit, either. But that means that the past few Zenin promotions are being re-evaluated for their legitimacy. Including Naoya’s Grade 1 from a couple years ago.”

A delirious giggle burst from Rinko’s chest at Gojo’s words, and she gasped for breath.

“You’re joking–”

“Nope!” he replied happily, smirking now. “The Zenin clan has been hiding high-level, deadly cursed spirits from the higher-ups so they can use them to rig their promotions. The time limit they gave you was meant to ensure that Naoya still got to exorcise it, with the added benefit of you softening it up a bit for him.” His smirk shifted into a sadistic grin. “But you surprised them by finishing it off before they could have Naoya go in. As soon as he realized you were winning, he wanted to go in anyway. And you fucking won, Rinko-chan.”

But if they’d been prepared to use that curse for Naoya, then her exam would probably have to be re-evaluated as well.

“So, her exam still counts?” Nanami asked, his eyes on her face. “Or does their interference change–”

“Since their interference was obviously meant to serve as sabotage,” Gojo scoffed, clearly rolling his eyes behind his blindfold. “Her exam stands.” He nudged her lightly, his grin feral when she turned to face him. “Kurisaki Rinko is still very much a Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer. But Zenin Naoya will have to be re-evaluated.”

She had little doubt that Naoya would still pass. As much as she hated him, she couldn’t deny his strength. But the fact that his status was being questioned because they’d tried so hard to ruin her chance at Grade 1 made her absolutely giddy.

Another set of giggles broke free, and she knocked her shoulder against Nanami’s.

“I know you were hoping I’d need to shadow you a bit longer,” she teased around her snickers as he rolled his eyes. “You liked having me around to help.”

“If you call being a deranged idiot who treats jobs like they’re a game ‘helping,’” Nanami stated, raising his eyebrows. “Then I suppose. I meant it when I told you before that you’re almost as crazy as Gojo.”

“That’s rude, Nanamin,” Gojo argued, leaning across Rinko to pout at him. “I take the job very seriously–”

“You’re both children,” Nanami cut him off. “After seeing how you help her train for her cursed technique, I have an even better understanding of why you get along so well.”

“Because beating the shit outta me is training,” Rinko scoffed, poking a finger in his chest. “You helped him beat me into oblivion for the past few weeks, too, so you have no room to talk.”

“Her injuries did increase by about 150% since she started training for her solo exam,” Shoko added, bracing her hand on her palm. “Her injuries today were surprisingly less concerning than some of the ones she’s gotten while training.”

“Needs to learn to block,” Gojo replied, shrugging nonchalantly. He gave her a smirk when she glared at him. “Wouldn’t get hurt if you’d just block, Rinko-chan.”

“How’s being back in Kyoto, Iori-san?” Nanami asked, causing Hime to grin.

“It’s great,” she replied excitedly. “It’s so nice to be back home–”

Their conversation faded into an unintelligible haze as Gojo leaned down to whisper in Rinko’s ear.

“I told you you’d be fine,” he murmured, his breath hot against her neck. “You did incredible against that Special Grade. Your double looked fucking perfect.”

“You were there,” she replied quietly, pursing her lips to the side as she tried to focus on what Hime was saying. “You didn’t tell me before–”

“Didn’t wanna risk stressing you out more than you already were,” he cut her off. “Nanamin said you were a bit on edge this morning when he got here.”

Her eyes narrowed at that, and she turned to meet his blindfolded gaze. Made sense that Nanami had asked if she’d heard from Gojo yet.

“Plus, I had to leave immediately to go deal with the higher-ups,” he continued. “I’d have been back sooner if they hadn’t been so damn difficult. But I couldn’t let that shit slide anymore. Fuck’s had gotten away with way too much already, and you exorcising that curse gave me the perfect chance to beat them at their own game.”

“I did it.” It still didn’t feel real. She’d wanted it for so long, and now that she’d finally done it, she didn’t know how to feel. “I’m a Grade 1 sorcerer.”

“You are,” he agreed, his smile amused now. “Remember what I said before I left yesterday?”

How could she forget? Still, she blinked up at him slowly.

“About sticking to the strategy?”

He chuckled, his fingers brushing across the back of her neck as he shifted in his seat.

“About celebrating.”

Her thighs clenched, and he licked his lips slowly.

“Thought so.”

The rest of their food arrived, and she tried to keep from inhaling it as fast as she could. The stress of the day practically melted from her shoulders as they all dug in, conversation picking back up here and there. Gojo’s arm didn’t move from its spot right behind her, his fingers occasionally teasing her as he leaned around her to try one of the side dishes they’d all gotten to share.

Eventually, Nanami let out a heavy sigh, motioning for someone to let him out of the booth after they’d all paid their bills, with Shoko insisting on paying for Rinko’s despite her protests.

“I’m heading out,” he stated. “I don’t want to miss the last train back.”

 He climbed out behind Shoko and Hime, who muttered about needing to use the bathroom anyway.

Nudging Gojo out of the way, Rinko stood to wrap her arms around Nanami’s neck in a hug.

“Thank you again for helping me,” she told him sincerely. “I wasn’t so bad as a shadow, eh?”

“Tolerable,” he replied drily, returning her embrace and pressing a light kiss to her cheek. “Great job today, Rinko. You earned this promotion.” 

Slipping back into the booth, Gojo followed behind, his arm returning to its prior spot behind her.

“You’ve gotten close,” he mused. “Surprised you didn’t invite Nanamin to stay with how cozy you looked before I got here.”

Raising her eyebrows, she turned to face him properly.

“What would you have done if I had decided to invite him to stay?” she teased, watching his brow furrow in the way she knew meant his eyes were narrowing. “Jealous, Gojo?”

His mouth quirked up, a slight smirk appearing now.

“Nope,” he denied, leaning down so he could whisper in her ear. “‘Cause I know you’re already planning on celebrating that new Grade 1 status with me.”

“Oh?” she challenged, ignoring the small fire kindling in her core. “You sure? Maybe I’ve just decided that I’m too tired to celebrate after–” She cut off when his tongue darted out to lick her neck, a breathy moan escaping before she could stop it.

“Actin’ like I don’t know you’re already fucking dripping for me,” he growled quietly. He licked up the side of her neck until he reached her ear again.

“Maybe it’s not for you–”

“Don’t be a brat,” he hissed, biting her lobe harshly. He chuckled darkly when she squeezed her thighs together. “Your pretty cunt doesn’t lie, baby. She says it’s for me. I can’t wait to find out how much sweeter you’ll taste after that victory today.”

Her quiet whimper had him leaning back slightly, watching her face as she struggled to keep her composure.

“Do you have any idea how hard it was for me to leave instead of bending you over as soon as that fucking veil dropped earlier?” he murmured, his breath mingling with hers. “You looked so perfect, all banged up and bloody.”

“There’s something so wrong with you,” she replied, giving him a skeptical look. “Seeing me fighting for my life turned you on, huh?”

“Your life wasn’t in danger,” he scoffed, his hand moving to her jaw and stroking it softly. “Looked sexy while you fought, though. Strong–”

“I stand by the fact that there’s something very wrong with you,” she deadpanned, drawing a chuckle from him before he pulled her up to meet his lips.

He swallowed her moan, taking advantage of the sound to slip his tongue into her mouth. The hand on her jaw tightened as he angled her just right so her tongue had no choice but to submit to his.

Part of her wanted to scold him for being so blatant in public, especially since Shoko and Utahime would surely be back any moment. It wasn’t that they’d made an effort to hide that they slept together occasionally, but she preferred not to advertise it. She knew people would talk about how Gojo had suddenly decided to recommend her promotion after they’d started sleeping together, and she didn’t feel like dealing with that gossip.

She didn’t have to stop him, though, because he released a low groan before withdrawing on his own. He cleared his throat before draining the rest of his soda. She glanced down to see the obvious tent in his pants and rolled her eyes.

“You about to cream in your pants just from the memory of me fighting?” she murmured, fighting to keep her own excitement from showing. “Really?”

A shiver ran down her spine at his quiet, dark chuckle.

“No,” he replied, pressing an almost sweet kiss to her temple. “I’m about to cream in my pants because of those pretty little sounds you keep making and because I know you’ll make even prettier ones while I take you apart later.”

Without thinking, her hand moved to palm his cock, pulling a low groan from his throat. His breathing sped up, hot against her skin and sending a spark through her that settled in her core. Pressing an open-mouthed kiss to her neck, he released a heavy exhale through his nose.

“Careful, baby,” he hissed, his teeth digging into her flesh when she squeezed him gently. “If you don’t stop–”

“You’ll actually cream in your pants?” she taunted. She was playing with fire, but she truly couldn’t help herself. It was just too fun. “Please do. I think it’d be very entertaining to–”

“I’ll fuck you on this table,” he growled, his hand seizing hers in an unforgiving grasp to halt her movements. “I’ll sit you right in front of me and eat your pussy like it’s my goddamn meal, so don’t fucking push me.”

Her eyes went wide, breath catching in her throat as he groaned in her ear again.

“We’re leaving.”

He lifted his blindfold to stare at her carefully as he spoke, giving her a look she knew all too well by now: his silent question to make sure she was actually okay with him deciding it was time to go.

“Okay,” she agreed, her smirk softening with her gaze when he gave a slight nod in return before pushing himself to his feet.

Following him, she allowed him to position her in front of him to hide the growing bulge in his pants from the general public as they walked. His hand went to the small of her back as he led her towards the exit, hissing ‘Just leave them,’ when they saw Hime and Shoko on their way back from the bathroom. Ignoring his order, she bumped his shoulder with her own before pausing to tell their friends goodbye.

“Thanks again for your help today,” Rinko told Shoko, wrapping her in a tight hug. “Really dunno what I’d do without you.”

“You’d be dead,” Shoko reminded lightly, squeezing her in return. “You’re welcome. I’m proud of you.”

“Your mom would be proud of you, too,” Hime noted, hugging her tightly as well. “Really proud. I bet she would have made a cake, too.”

“Oh, fuck,” Shoko said, her eyes glossing over at the thought. “I always loved Yuzu’s cakes. The strawberry one she made was the best–”

“You knew her mom?” Gojo interjected, leaning forward and purposefully pressing his erection against Rinko’s ass as he addressed Shoko. “You’ve never mentioned that–”

“Why on earth would I have ever talked about Rinko’s mom with you?” Shoko asked, a grin pulling at her lips at his scowl. “You didn’t even know Rinko until this past year.”

They moved outside into the cooling autumn air. The rain had cleared up while they were eating, leaving behind a pleasant chill.

“Technically,” Gojo countered, “I’ve known her since our second year–”

“When you almost killed her?” Hime cut him off harshly, raising her eyebrows. “Oh, right. You guys were best buds.”

He pouted, leaning more of his weight onto Rinko as he subtly began grinding into her.

“That was an accident–”

“Using Lapse Blue, something you’d used to level buildings, was an accident?” Rinko snorted, unable to stop herself from teasing further. “Against a little Grade 3 sorcerer? Purely accidental.”

“My point is,” he stated, his tone telling her he was rolling his eyes, “you hadn’t mentioned her mom in the past year, either–”

“Not when you were around.” Shoko shrugged, retrieving a cigarette from her purse. “Rinko and I see each other outside of when you half-carry her in because you’ve knocked the shit outta her during training, you know.”

He didn’t reply, and Rinko turned her head to see his face blank as if he hadn’t considered that as an option. She guessed he didn’t think she and Shoko could be friends without him present. They never talked about it before. It wasn’t like she told him when she visited Tokyo just to see Shoko. She didn’t have to.

“You seem to forget that I’ve been friends with Rinko longer than you have,” Shoko noted, rolling her eyes as she blew a small puff of smoke. “In fact, I’ve been friends with her longer than I’ve been friends with you. But that doesn’t matter. What does matter is that Hime is right that Yuzu would be really proud of you. She definitely would have made a cake to celebrate.”

“She probably would have made the strawberry one,” Rinko murmured, her heart clenching at the thought. Her mother went out of her way to make that damn cake sometimes, even though the strawberries were so expensive. “She made it for special occasions–”

“You don’t happen to have that recipe, do you?” Shoko asked. “Because it was always my favorite, even though I don’t really like dessert–”

“You can’t even bake,” Hime interjected, eyeing Shoko. “You’d just waste strawberries and traumatize whoever tried it.”

Rinko laughed when Shoko gestured towards Hime with her cigarette carefully and narrowed her eyes.

“Uncalled for,” Shoko stated drily. “While it might be true, that was uncalled for. And I was asking if Rinko could make it.”

“I can,” she informed her around her giggles, dutifully ignoring the light swat Gojo gave her ass to try and get her to wrap their conversation up. “It probably won’t be as good, but I can make it for you sometime.”

Shoko grinned, letting out a sigh as Rinko checked the time.

“Are you good to get home?” she asked, pursing her lips to the side as she remembered that Nanami had left when he had specifically to catch the last train back to Tokyo. “Do you need somewhere to–”

She yelped as Gojo pinched her ass hard enough she knew there would be a bruise. Slapping his hands away, she leveled him with a glare and rubbed the spot lightly. 

“I’m crashing at Hime’s,” Shoko assured as the two shared a look when Gojo pouted at Rinko. “Don’t worry about me.”

Waving, Rinko finally allowed Gojo to tug her away, his arm draping around her shoulders as they walked.

“Didn’t realize you and Shoko were close,” he murmured. “How often d’you visit without seeing me?”

“We used to get lunch once a month,” she replied, shrugging lightly. “We try to meet whenever we can since I’ve been in Tokyo so much lately. Been friends since she visited Kyoto Tech early during our first year.”

A quiet hum was all she received in reply, and they spent the rest of the walk to her apartment in comfortable silence, listening to the cicadas chirp.

He stood with his hands in his pockets when she unlocked her door, following her when she stepped inside. But it seemed that was the extent of his self-control.

As soon as light filled the room, he kicked the door shut and shoved her against it, his mouth finding hers in a frenzy of teeth and tongues.

“Fuck, if you only knew how much I’ve wanted to do this all fucking night,” he moaned against her. She had a pretty good idea, considering he’d threatened to eat her out on the restaurant table. “And you decided to be a fuckin tease about it, too? Brat.”

“Thought you said I’d earned a bit of celebration?” she pressed, smirking as his hands went to the hem of her shirt. “I worked really hard today, ya know.”

Grunting in what she took as agreement, he yanked her shirt over her head.

“You used your double,” he breathed, latching his mouth to her neck and sucking her pulse. “Looked perfect. Almost impossible to tell the difference. Actually doubt anyone else was able to. How’d it feel?”

“Like my brain was gonna explode,” she admitted, letting her head fall back. She tugged on his hair when he sucked harder. “But I remembered something you said about just letting myself exist with my cursed energy and then it was like my brain turned off. Felt kinda weightless—like nothing could stop me.”

“Looked incredible,” he hummed, his lips trailing up to her ear before his teeth dug into it. “Tied the Black Flash record, too. How did that feel? How’s it feel to be one of the elite, baby?”

“Didn’t even realize what was happening until Mei Mei said it,” she replied, tugging on his hair and feeling her cunt clench when he groaned in her ear. “Just– just went with it. I remember seeing them, but it was like I was watching from a distance while somehow in the middle of it all.”

“You shoulda seen yourself. You really moved perfectly with your double. You made it look effortless.” He moaned, shifting to capture her lips again. “Smart to use your knives like you did: as a tool to help create more confusion.”

Her eyes narrowed at that comment, but before she could snap out a retort, he yanked her pants and underwear down as he freed himself from his own. Slamming into her, he immediately slid all the way to the hilt, nudging the deepest parts of her painfully and leaving no time to adjust.

“Fuck!” she yelped, her hands desperately clutching his shirt as he lifted her so she was braced between him and the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist reluctantly. “You gotta fuckin warn me first. You’re too damn big–”

His smug grin made her roll her eyes, earning a harsh grind of his hips as she whimpered.

“Sorry, baby,” he replied, sounding anything but. “Told you I needed to be inside you.”

“Shit,” she whined, using his shoulders as leverage to lift herself up. “Gotta gimme a second to–”

“Really?” he taunted, grabbing her hips and tugging her back down onto him. “Because she’s tellin’ me otherwise. Taking me so good. Knew you were already fuckin dripping–”

“Still gotta let me– fuck!”

“I am,” he drawled, chuckling at her glare. He leaned forward, nuzzling her against her throat and sucking her skin between his teeth until she moaned and her muscles relaxed around him. “That’s it, baby. Just like that.”

His left hand stayed under her thigh, holding her up as he withdrew almost all the way before thrusting so deep she keened against him again.

“Good girl.” He lifted his head to capture her lips, biting and nipping as his hips settled into a steady pace. “Pussy feels so good. You feel good, baby?”

“Yeah,” she breathed, her eyes rolling back briefly when he hit that spot that made her see stars. “How– fuck– how did you get the higher-ups to meet with you so fast?”

“I didn’t fuckin ask,” he replied, his hips speeding up. “I told ‘em I was pissed they were letting the Zenin clan get away with holding my Grade 1 rec back and I wanted to know why they didn’t give a shit that the clan had clearly been hiding a Special Grade curse for their own shit. That last bit was new information for them.”

“Must be nice having them listen to you,” she replied drily, “being the honored one–”

That earned her a harsh thrust that kissed her cervix. His eyes narrowed playfully, laughing sadistically at her yelp of pain as she squirmed.

“You tell me, baby,” he taunted, emphasizing each word with deep thrusts that had her scraping the door above her head to escape. “You’re the one riding my cock. You feel honored?”

“You’re such an arrogant piece of–”

“Take that as a ‘yes,’” he cooed, his fingers tracing slow circles around her clit. “You should feel honored. Pussy fits me like a goddamn glove. Can’t get enough of it."

She reached up to pull the blindfold off, revealing the absolutely feral look in his eyes as he grinned at her. Lust darkened the bright blues, the deep oceans threatening to drown her as he fucked into her quickly and drove her closer and closer to her high.

“How’s it feel, Rinko-chan?” he asked, his voice just beginning to sound breathless as he leaned down to whisper in her ear. “Kurisaki Rinko, Grade 1 jujutsu sorcerer? Feel good?”

“Fuck, yes,” she moaned, arching her back into him to meet his thrusts. “Feels so fucking good.”

“You gonna cum for me?”

His fingers moved faster now, her entire body tensing around him, ready for the coil inside her to snap.

“Fuck, yes,” she cried, yanking on his hair desperately as it crashed into her. “I’m–”

“Yeah?” He pulled back slightly so he could watch her face as she fell apart. “Good, because you fuckin earned it.”

[spawksstuff]

Highwayman According to De's Characters

I was a highwayman

Along the coach roads I did ride With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade Many a soldier shed his lifeblood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of '25 But I am still alive

I was a sailor

I was born upon the tide With the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the Horn to Mexico I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off they said that I got killed But I am living still

I was a dam builder

Across the river deep and wide Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that great tomb that knows no sound But I am still around

I'll always be around, and around and around And around and around and around and around

I'll fly a starship

Across the Universe divide And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain

And I'll come back again, and again And again and again and again and again And again

[gothicflowers]

TF141 as Lyrics

Song : Highwayman by The Highwaymen

(Listen to song as you read for optimal experience)

Soap:

I was a highwayman, along the coach roads I did ride

With sword and pistol by my side

Many a young maid lost her baubles to my trade

Many a soldier shed his life blood on my blade

The bastards hung me in the spring of '25

But I am still alive

Gaz:

I was a sailor, I was born upon the tide

And with the sea I did abide

I sailed a schooner 'round the horn to Mexico

I went aloft to furl the mainsail in a blow

And when the yards broke off, they said that I got killed

But I am living still

Price:

I was a dam builder across the river deep and wide

Where steel and water did collide

A place called Boulder on the wild Colorado

I slipped and fell into the wet concrete below

They buried me in that gray tomb that knows no sound

But I am still around

I'll always be around and around and around

And around and around and around

Ghost:

I'll fly a star ship across the universe divide

And when I reach the other side

I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can

Perhaps I may become a highwayman again

Or I may simply be a single drop of rain

But I will remain

And I'll be back again and again and again

And again and again and again

[duckymcdoorknob]

@mystwrites I TOLD YOU ID MAKE THE FIC TEEHEE!!

INSPIRED BY THIS BEAUTIFUL FREAKING PIECE RIGHT HERE!!!

RARARA MULTIPLE TK SCENES BC YES

Voices Carry

Warning! This is a tickle fic!

Ships: None! Char: Kurama and Hiei with a couple teaspoons of Lee!Yusuke

Warnings: This do have tickles below the cut ngl

Prompt: When the boys get into deep conversation one night, Kurama wants nothing more than for Hiei to shut up before he spills some secrets. Kurama would soon eat his words…

Tags: @giggly-squiggily TEEHEE SURPRISE! THIS IS MY “PAYBACK” FOR THAT LEE HIEI FIC >:))

It was a rare occurrence when the four were together and they actually got to enjoy one another’s company. It seemed that whenever they were in the same room, there was something that was threatening their peace that would happen the next day.

Hiei was sitting on the bed, resting his chin on his arm as he watched the rain fall outside of Yusuke’s bedroom window. Kurama lay with his head in the fire demon’s lap, engrossed in a book. Yusuke was trying to mask his excitement—though failing miserably—as he showed Kuwabara his Lego creations, and the orange-haired boy was carefully holding every set to ensure he wouldn’t break it.

Rain was harshly falling outside, so the other three were not going anywhere for quite some time.

“And this is one that Keiko got for me last year. I still keep asking to pay her back for it, but her stubborn ass won’t let me give her a single yen,” Yusuke explained, holding up a large replica of the Death Star.

The pompadoured male’s eyes lit up as he took in the awesome wonder of the huge project. “How long did that one take, Urameshi?!”

“Oh man, let me try to remember…” the green-haired boy murmured, “a good few months at least.”

“So cool…” Kuwabara breathed.

“You wanna hold it?”

“Can I?!”

“Sure,” Yusuke chimed, carefully placing the orb into his friend’s hands. “Just know that if you drop it, you won’t be walking away unscathed. Got it?”

Kazuma paled. “M-Mhm!”

As the taller male observed the craft, Hiei sighed in contentment. He never thought that he would enjoy the company of the two ruffians; moreover, he didn’t expect to find solace in watching rain fall.

“Say, Hiei,” Yusuke’s curious voice sounded from the other end of the room. “Did’ya ever have a raindrop race? Like you watched two drops trickle down at the same time and raced them?”

The black-haired demon narrowed his eyes in confusion before turning to the curious boy. “That sounds unbearably boring.”

“It’s like watching paint dry,” Kurama quipped, his deft fingers coming up to turn the page.

“Hey!” The spirit detective whined. “Oh like you’re any better. You’re reading Dickens!”

The red-haired male’s eyes flickered away from the copy of Great Expectations to an angry Yusuke. “And how did you know who the author was? My finger was covering his name,” he replied curtly.

Yusuke’s face burned in embarrassment. “W-Well-“

Having safely placed the Death Star on the shelf above him, Kuwabara cooed at his friend. “Ooooo! Urameshi likes reaaaadinnngg!!” he chirped, accentuating his teasing words with repeated pokes to the boy’s sides.

Yusuke squirmed and sputtered as he curled in on himself, falling backwards against the spirit sword user’s torso. “C-Cut that ohohohout!”

Kuwabara trapped Yusuke in his arms, caging him in. The little pokes had turned into rapid vibrations, and soon Kuwabara’s fingers were wiggling into the boy’s sides. “K-Kuwahahahabahaharahaha!”

The orange-haired male flashed him a Cheshire grin, cooing little teases in his ear as he snaked his finger’s under Yusuke’s shirt to spider his fingers along his tummy. The two demons’ attention was grabbed by an adorable squeal of agony.

“Nahaha-nahahahahaohoho! Quhihihihit ihihihit! Stahahahappihihihit!” Yusuke whined as his hips arched off the floor.

“Kuwabara,” Kurama warned. “If he’s asking you to stop, you must be mindful of his requests.”

“Ihihihim okahahahay. Ihihihits juhuhust a- hahahabihihit-HYEAHAHA!” The green-haired boy all but screeched as he felt Kuwabara’s fingers trail down to prod at his hips. “WAITWAITWAIT! OKAHAHAHAY! OKAHAHAHAY! THAHAHATS- THAHAHATS ENOHOHOUGH! KUHUHUWAHAHABAHAHARAHAHA!”

The pompadoured male promptly stopped and smiled, patting Yusuke’s tummy a few times before helping him sit up. “Sorry, Urameshi, couldn’t help it.”

Yusuke panted a bit, his dopey smile still plastered on his face. “Yeah, yeah,” he breathed, “Better watch your back… sleep with an eye open.”

Hiei breathed out a chuckle, a small guffaw leaving him. “Now don’t let Genkai know about this weakness of yours,” he quipped, “You’d never make it through another training.”

The spirit gun user flushed upon thinking of said scenario. By the name of the Spirit World… Genkai would be merciless.

“This gets me thinking… do demons have weaknesses too?” Kuwabara asked, poking Yusuke once more and eliciting a jolt.

“Of course we do. You’ve seen Kurama and I get gravely injured multiple times.” The fire demon replied, a small bout of confusion evident on his features.

“No, no, he’s got a good point,” the green-haired boy interrupted. “He means like- do you have human weaknesses? Like can you see a puppy in danger and stop everything to save it? Do you feel sad at sad movies? Or do you get grossed out when you see a bug?” There was a small moment of hesitation from Yusuke. “Are you ticklish?”

“Well…” Kurama chimed, sitting upright on his ankles, “I do get feelings from my human form. I experience the full spectrum of emotion. I would save that puppy, and sometimes sad movies get me a bit emotional. I don’t very much mind insects, but I’m not a fan of them. I experience laughter and joy as well,” he answered, dodging that last question.

“Oh laughter he does experience indeed,” Hiei interrupted, looking to the boys with an evil smile, “It’s quite easy to incite that experience.”

“Watch your tongue, Hiei,” the redhead growled, “You’re letting too much information go.”

“Oh really? You think I’m revealing too much to our delinquents?” the black haired-demon asked with menace.

“I do. And I think you’re about to let something slip; something with which I would very much not like these hooligans to know.” He rocked forward on his knees, “walking” closer to the fire demon, their faces almost touching, “Lock. Your. Lips,” he demanded.

“Fine,” a Cheshire grin toyed at his lips. “After all, it’s like you’ve always said, Kurama…”

The two delinquents watched Hiei effortlessly push Kurama over, sitting on his waist and holding his wrists above his head with one hand.

“Actions speak louder than words…”

“M-Must we resort to s-s-such childish antics?” there was a new emotion in the fox demon’s voice that neither human had heard before: apprehension. Hiei wiggled his fingers above certain spots, never actually touching down. “These two d-dohohont need to sehehehee what you’re-mmh!- talking abohohohout.”

Kurama sounded like he was fighting off giggling, but his voice was still low and demanding. The usual bass was still present, but the sweet chuckles slipping out gave it a more charming sound.

Hiei remained silent, his fingers finally touching down to wiggle against Kurama’s underarms.

“Agh- Hihihihiehehei-plehehehehease - pffhehehehe- plehehehehease behehe cihihihivil.”

Absolute silence was the fire demon’s reply, causing Kurama’s face to flush a bit in embarassment, his laughter being the only sound in the room.

“S-Say an-ngh-ahahanythihihihing y-you heheheathehen!” the red-haired demon all but begged.

The two human boys watched with fervor, stars in their eyes glistened as they took in the beautiful reality in front of them.

Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish. Kurama is ticklish.

Kurama is ticklish!

With a bout of urgency, Kuwabara jumped to his feet, rescuing the copy of Great Expectations and dropped a bookmark in it. He sat back down next to Yusuke, holding the book securely.

“Hihihihieheheihihi!” the fox demon whined. “Plehehehehease!”

“Please what? You told me to be quiet, and I’m obeying your command,” the black-haired demon replied. “Don’t blame me; tickling you was too easy of an opportunity to pass up.”

The redhead turned his head to the side, hoping to hide his face. The pink tint on his cheeks was prevalent, further signifying his pure embarrassment. As Hiei moved his hand down to Kurama’s tummy and sides, the fox demon got a bit of a breather. He wasn’t the most ticklish there, but it still got some giggles out of him.

“Oh dear, what a pity that you aren’t ticklish here. It would’ve been quite amusing to see you curl up around my hand,” Hiei teased, letting his fingers rake up and down the other’s middle.

“Jesus…” the green-haired boy murmured in a high-octaved voice. “Being tickled by Hiei is a death sentence.” he felt dizzy even looking at it…

“I heard that, Yusuke,” Hiei reported. “Don’t think you’re off the hook.”

Poor Yusuke’s eyes widened. What did he do?!

The fire demon grew bored, opting to move his hand down and pinch at the fox demon’s hips. Kurama’s eyes bugged out as his breath hitched a bit. He fell into deep belly laughter as Hiei released his arms and dug in with both hands.

“H-Hihihiehehehei yohohOHOHOU bahHAHAHAstahahard!”

No reply once more. What a cruel, cruel man!

Kurama threw his head back against Yusuke’s pillow and squealed, beautiful laughter pouring from his lips. “HihihiehEHEHEhei!”

“What’s wrong?” An innocent inquiry. “Ticklish?” A menacing rhetorical.

“M-Mohohove- HYEAHAHAHA! MohohOHOhove spohOHOHots!”

“Hmph, your human form is such a weakling,” he murmured, causing Kurama’s blush to deepen, “as you wish.”

The fire demon’s hand found their way to the fox demon’s thighs, taking refuge and squeezing there. Kurama shot upwards and tried to push at the hands assaulting his hyper-ticklish thighs. The poor redhead could only fall backwards and squirm, hoping to escape.

“NONONONO! NOHOHOHO! NOHOHOHOT THEHEHEHERE!”

“Oh? Not… here? But I could have sworn that you had said to move spots. It’s not nice to make requests you don’t want fulfilled.”

“Man, Hiei is ruthless,” Kuwabara reported over Kurama’s frantic giggling, placing the book safely on the floor next to him.

“Hmph. Serves Kurama right for always tickling me,” Yusuke pouted through pursed lips.

“YUHUHUHUSUHUHUKEHEHE! KUHUHUWABAHAHAHRAHAHA! HEHEHEHELP MEHEHE!” Kurama all but begged.

The two boys smiled as they stood to their feet and spectated from a higher angle. This side of Kurama was one that only they would be lucky enough to see. His sweater had ridden up a bit, revealing the soft skin of his torso, flushed pink from the previous contact of ticklish fingers. His face was pinker than his shirt, and little tears of mirth dotted the corners of his eyes.

“Aw man, Kurama, you look adorable!” Yusuke chirped. “Of course I’ll help you out.” the spirit gun user chimed as he softly swiped his fingers across the fox demon’s neck.

Well, that did it.

Kurama exploded into cute laughter. Not knowing which person to arch away from, he simply let his head hit the pillow as he boomed with laughter. His chuckles were breathy and desperate, with little hiccups and stutters adorning them.

“YOHOHOHOU TWOHOHOHO AHAHAHRE AWFUHUHUHUL! IHIHIHI- *Hic* IHIHIHI CAHAHAHANT-“

“Guys-“ Kuwabara attempted.

“Awww, poor Kurama,” Yusuke teased in a baby voice, eyes closed in glee.

“Hey, guys!-“

“QUIHIHIHIHIT IHIHIHIT! *snort* IHIHIHITS TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHUCH!”

“Perhaps you should have thought about that before you spoke to me with such poison on your tongue,” Hiei replied, focusing on squeezing with dexterity.

“CMOHOHOHOHON!! ST-STOHOHOHOP ALREHEHEHEADY!”

“HIEI! URAMESHI!”

The two males stopped their assault immediately, looking at an angry orange-haired boy. Their attention had been dwindled from Kurama for a few seconds..

“You have to give him a break. He’s tired! Can’t you tell he’s had enough?”

When the three looked back upon Kurama, the two humans felt a chill run down their spines. In place of his previously fiery-red hair, long, white strands adorned his head. Large, fuzzy ears twitched before he sat upward, pushing his two assailants off of him.

Before he could register it, Yoko pounced, and their positions were switched. Yusuke was now pinned under the demon effortlessly, squirming in anticipation.

“Now, now, Yusuke,” his smooth voice had murmured. “It seems you know what’s in store for you…”

The boy swallowed. Kuwabara backed up, grabbing a starstruck Hiei and pulling him off of the bed.

“Now, tell me,” Yoko demanded. “What is the difference between myself and my pathetically sensitive human form?”

The spirit gun user squirmed a bit in anticipation. “Y-You have claws?”

A rumbling laugh escaped the white-haired demon. “Astute observation, Yusuke, but that was not the answer I was seeking.”

Yusuke’s body squirmed and squirmed, trying to free himself as Yoko’s hand descended and rested atop of his tummy.

“Shuichi experiences human emotions, and I do not,” Yoko whispered calmly. “And among those emotions…”

Yusuke all but screamed when he felt the demon’s claws begin their ticklish assault on his sides. It was 100x worse than Shuichi’s more gentle approach. His bottom instantly arched up from the bed as helpless laughter poured from his lips.

“Is mercy…”

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Man am I in my thoughts on Khaos Reigns. Spoilers, obviously. And fair warning that I disliked far more than I liked about it.

I appreciate how much attention Bi-Han was given in the narrative. However, overall, I think he was terribly written. I’m just not interested in projecting meaning and depth onto his behavior anymore. I did, and still do, see his time and behavior as Sub-Zero during the main game as more subjective than how he behaved at all in Khaos Reigns. Pre and post being Noob’d.

I’m a pretty big base game Bi-Han apologist, and can apply meaning to some of his choices. DLC Bi-Han, though… I apologize and make excuses for main game Bi-Han; I want the writers to apologize TO Khaos Reigns Bi-Han.

I’m still pleased he was so important to the plot but the character was still shafted. And that’s a pretty impressive feat. But he is just a balls to the wall asshole through Khaos Reigns, and I’m just struggling to find the reason for it. Like, his base game beefs had some merit. I guess the best I can come up with is that he’s shed the last of his restraint by the time, especially once he’s transformed.

His one—ONE—truly selfless act ended up being him going through the portal after Havik. He acknowledges that something happening to Geras will be disastrous and does what needs to be done. It’s unfortunate it was so overwhelmed by shitty things happening to him, or him just choosing to do terrible things. Who’da thunk it that that would be the smartest and most sensible thing Bi-Han did in the whole story?

Well written characters don’t drag us by the feet from plot point to plot point. A lot of this came off as shallow, rushed, inorganic.

Bi-Han being the one to defeat Titan Havik was satisfying, but Liu Kang suddenly caring about what killing a Titan would do their timeline? Like we didn’t just wreck Titan Shang Tsung’s shit??? Even if Titan Havik was potentially connected to more timelines, Johnny, Rain, and Tanya proved that even in the most fucked of timelines goodness existed. He surely damned decent people in Titan Shang Tsung’s timeline, too. He couldn’t be any surer there was no one but his minions left, right?

IDFK. One of many inconsistencies in this new timeline’s story.

Noob’s time as Havik’s henchman was pathetically short, too. And the person who drops his henchman self isn’t Kuai Liang? Or even Sektor? He doesn’t even have a real fight against Scorpion? Because Scorpion didn’t get a chapter and it wasn’t worked into Noob’s chapter. (He was shameless and aggressive enough it honestly could’ve been.)

Don’t get me wrong, I really liked Empress Tanya, but the single playable character per chapter structure really, really hurt this installment. There were multiple instances where the wrong character got the playable fight against the enemy onscreen/impeding the heroes’ progress.

The tower endings for both Sektor and Noob also seem to shit on Liu Kang’s plan to keep Bi-Han safe while he attempts to restore him fully. And that pisses me off. Because the thing that gave me hope about this whole charade was that we’d finally get a Bi-Han redemption story. He may spend the rest of his days disfigured for what Havik did to him, which is fine, but his spirit would be pure. He’d feel remorse and care to redeem himself. It may still happen; I know tower endings aren’t 100% canon, but there tend to be snippets there.

I can only hope that Sektor becoming involved with Quan Chi leads to Sareena being a part of the story and a key factor in Bi-Han’s redemption.

I honestly thought all of his restoration, or the hints thereof, were going to be part of the ending. I expected him to consciously choose to fight against Havik before Liu Kang “restored his mind”. (If that is what Liu Kang considers Bi-Han with his mind resorted roflmao).

Smoke was robbed, as were several characters who deserved to play a larger role (Kitana, for one). Did Tomas even have a single line? I truly can’t remember, he was there so little.

I’m annoyed that Emperor Rain and Empress Tanya were written better as a couple than Tanya and Mileena, because the series is sorely lacking in queer representation. They’re it at this point and they’re sadly, canonically, a kinda boring and neglected ship.

Cyrax is adorable and I loved her. I know some people don’t like her voice or her look, and I’m still lukewarm about the genderswap, but I really liked her. I think her characterization was closest to its roots of any of the DLC characters.

Boy was I wrong about Sektor. I liked her but the trailer cleverly implied she was more of a team good guy player than she is. She openly cooperated with the good guys but it was entirely motivated by her loyalty and personal affection for Bi-Han.

It was extremely refreshing to see Harumi, period. She not only lived but was portrayed as a competent and sympathetic character. One of very few things the DLC did well with.

Several of the skins are fantastic. I love Khaos Takeda, Kitana, and Mileena. Khaos Shang Tsung is awful though. Absolutely hated his look for all 12 seconds he was there.

Overall, though, the DLC was a massive disappointment. It cost $$$, only lasted a couple of hours, and there was no post credits scene to give me anything to look forward to and make the underwhelming story experience more palatable.

And if you loved it, congrats. If you have all the “this is actually a lot deeper because” metas and headcanons, go you. I’m happy for you. I wanted to like this enough to at least try to rationalize what I didn’t like. I really thought I would.

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I'll find a place to rest my spirit if I can Perhaps I may become a highwayman again Or I may simply be a single drop of rain But I will remain

And I'll come back again, and again And again and again and again and again And again

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Hi! Can I request dangerous fellows with a Mieruko chan Reader? Thank you!

Dangerous Fellow with Mieruko Chan Reader

Sorry, it's taken a while to get to this ask! I took a small break from Tumblr, and before writing this one I watched a few episodes of Mieruko Chan to try to understand her character a bit better! I hope you like this one! XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX

Sue:

-Sue is one of those people who do not believe in the paranormal or anything like that. If you did tell her, it'd be really hard for her to believe you.

-She finds you crazy when you start asking her for book recommendations on the paranormal. I mean, you're living in a small school with a bunch of people who sometimes can't even keep a level head, and now you're worried about the paranormal?

-She only starts to really believe you when you stare off into the distance or randomly tear up.

It was later in the day, and Lawrence had assigned the two a patrol on the first floor. Sue didn't think this patrol would last too long, after all the zombies had seemed to be focused on something else. And you just wanted to rest more than anything. With the zombie apocalypse, it brought a lot more spirits into this world so now you see them more frequently. And their appearance got even worse. You didn't believe it was possible until now...

You looked around the small hallway, but your eyes stopped on a large figure down the hallway. Its eyes a completely black with only a single white dot to represent its pupil. Its entire stomach was ripped open, and the organs were missing entirely. It's jaw elongated and reaching the floor.

You felt your eyes tear up as you saw it. "Y/N? What are you looking at?" Sue grumbled as she walked over. "There's nothing there. It's a wall. So you better have a good excuse to wha-" Sue spoke up, but was suddenly cut off by the lights flickering. And for once... Sue saw a glimpse of the creature running off into the distance.

Her eyes widened as she dropped the thing she was holding. "W-Wait, did you... Did you see it??" You spoke quickly. Your panicked, tear-filled eyes looked in her direction. She looked just as panicked as you did if not more. "What... What the hell was that?" Sue whispered. Her head snapped in her direction as she grabbed your shoulders tightly.

"Don't... Don't tell me that's the things you've been seeing." Her voice was trembling. It was odd to see Sue trembling and afraid like you. She was usually one of the strongest ones in the group. You nodded slowly. "I-I'm afraid so..." You whispered. "Although... They all look different." You added on. You yelped in surprise as Sue hugged you tightly. "God, I'm so sorry for not believing you sooner... You're not one to lie very often." She spoke softly. "I know a few books we can look at, and if it hasn't been robbed... There is a shop nearby that may have some crosses or prayer beads to help." She whispered.

Ethan:

-Ethan had become a quiet person when the whole thing started. He had lost a lot of his friends, and he could no longer do the things he liked.

-You were one of the lucky few who he talked to and offered little gifts like chocolate.

-He noticed from the very beginning something was off with you. At first, it made him quite skeptical of you. Were you bit? Or was it something else? Either way, he came to trust you. So feel grateful!

-He tried to get you to tell him what was wrong when you'd suddenly zone out or would be hesitant to do something. But he knew he couldn't force you to say anything, so little things like chocolate or compliments were things he gave you so you'd hopefully feel better.

Out of all the statistical questions and percentages, nothing could've really calculated the situation you and Ethan were in. It had started to rain, and so now both of you were cold and there were zombies trying to get in.

You could see many spirits mingled with them. Although you didn't think these spirits could harm you, it was difficult to tell which one was a spirit and which one was a zombie. So when one of those... Things got in, and you reacted quickly. You grabbed Ethan's hand and started running with him. "Hey! What was that for!? Slow down!" Ethan spoke up. He was confused as to why you'd suddenly forced him to run with you. The zombies were still outside, but you looked like you had just seen a ghost...

And finally, when you ran into a room you let his hand go and locked the door. Ethan was surprised as he noticed the tears in your eyes. "Uh... Is... Is everything alright?" Ethan spoke. Comforting was not his strong suit, so he had no idea how to help you. He watched you slide down the door. "...That wasn't a zombie, was it?" You spoke shakily.

Ethan's eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "What wasn't a zombie? I didn't see anything." He inquired. "...Ethan..." You whispered. "I... I don't know how to even explain this, or... Or..." You spoke but stopped. You sighed. "...I see things that aren't there. Dead people..." She whispered.

Ethan blinked a few times, clearly confused. "You... What?" He inquired. He watched you rest your head on your hand. "...I see spirits. I-I don't know why, but they're almost always there..." You whispered. "...What did this one look like?" Ethan felt like it was far-fetched, but he had to know what it was you were seeing. Because either way he knew it was freaking you out too much.

"...T-This one had half a face. I-it was so tall... It looked like it was rotting like those zombies a-and with the darkness, I must've mistaken it..." You whispered. Ethan was so surprised to hear this description. It sounded so much more real and... Horrible than he'd imagined.

He didn't really believe it was a spirit though, and figured it may have just been... Something like schizophrenia... "I-I see... Well, I promise it won't hurt either of us. We're okay." He kneeled next to you. He decided that the only option he had was to try to figure out how he could help you deal with these things. To him, it was still a mental condition, so he was going to help you find some medication or something... He was going to help you.

Zion:

-Zion had heard you mention something about paranormal stuff, and honestly he found the whole thing stupid. Zombies were one thing, but ghosts? Weird demons? Yeah no.

-When he first heard it he was quite rude to you. There was no way in hell he was going to believe that. But as he got closer to you, and got to know you more... He knew something was wrong. He couldn't quite tell what it was, but something was wrong.

-He saw you become quite and space out a lot. It worried him greatly, as whatever you said you saw freaked you out. So he decided to help you look for something to fix whatever was going on.

-He may not believe you see ghosts, but he's still worried about you. What if you get hurt because of something you think is there? He would lose a close friend, after all.

Zion was never a fan of going to the library. I mean, why read books when you could read on your phone? And also, who even liked to read books? At least... That's what he used to think. When the apocalypse started, they couldn't really read on a cell phone. And everything else was either too loud to use for entertainment, or too risky.

So he begrudgingly started to read. And when he found out your little predicament, well he'd never admit it but he ended up looking for books that could help you. Which is why you're here now. Your eyes were scanning over every hardback book cover and every word. You needed to see if there was something you could find. Maybe you were insane?

But if so... What should you do? You needed to find at least some clue on how to handle this... "Yo, I think I found something that might help," Zion spoke up. You looked over, and saw h I'm holding up an old encylepedia.

It looked... Extremely old. And the cover of the book was really odd. "Uh... Are you sure that'll help?" You questioned hesitantly as you walked over. "Well, it's weird looking... And whatever supposed paranormal things exist always look weird and witchy." Zion pointed out as he handed you the book.

You froze as you noticed a hand holding onto it that was a spirit's. "Uh... Could you... Perhaps open it for me?" You inquired softly. Zion groaned as he rolled his eyes. "Don't tell me it's one of those things." He spoke. He sighed, before opening the book. "I swear to god if we can't find something in this library, I'm going to loose it." He growled.

You looked down at the pages. "I'm... Sorry." You spoke softly. A silence covered the cold room except for some sounds of a breeze. "...Why are you apologizing? I'm not mad at you, just... Whatever is happening to you is stressing me out... I can't help you because I can't see what you are seeing." He spoke with a sigh. You gave him a gentle smile. "I'm grateful you're trying. And maybe someday we'll figure this out, and then... We can get rid of it." You tried to reassure the redette. He sighed, before giving you one of his signature grins. "Yeah. Who am I kidding!? We're going to get this thing beat!" He spoke. There's the Zion you knew.

Judy:

-Judy believes you through and through.

-She knew you when you both were younger, so she saw what happened when it started. She saw how much you had changed, and how nothing worked.

-She's been nothing but supportive and worries about you constantly.

After a long day of work around the school it was time to go to sleep. So here you were laying in bed and staring off outside the window. You had seen a lot of horrible things that day and so you were just so stressed. You knew you weren't going to be able to sleep at all. I mean, how could you? Zombies outside, spirits inside and everywhere else... Plus what kind of nightmare would you have that night? You couldn't tell.

Your eyes glanced around the old classroom and landed on a creature in the corner. You sighed shakily as you turned away from it and hoped it would go away. Of course... It didn't. You heard its gross sounds as it walked over to where you and Judy lay. You could feel your eyes tear up as you tried to block out the sounds it made, or the fear you felt as it leaned over you and muttered something about how you could see it.

"Y/N? Is it... One of those nights again?" Judy spoke softly as she looked at you. She saw you nod slowly, which made her sigh. She moved closer to you and brought you into a hug and made sure you couldn't see whatever monster was creeping over your shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Y/n... We'll get through this together! Just you and me like it's always been!" She tried to reassure them.

"And whatever is looking over your shoulder is just a creep. It can't do anything to you, even if it wanted to!" She added on. Judy was one of the best people you knew. She was so sweet and was one of the few people who ever believed you. She was the only one who helped you try to get through these nights and the horrible sights you saw constantly. A soft smile formed on your face as you closed your eyes. "Y-Yeah. You're right. And maybe... Maybe tomorrow will be a better day." You tried to reason. Judy nodded. "Of course, it will! Because we'll make it a great day! And soon when this whole apocalypse is over, we'll go back to doing our normal things I promise!" You don't know what you'd do without her...

Hailey:

-Hailey was spooked when she saw you zone off into nothing. How could you remain so unaware of your surroundings?? And why did you seem so scared of something else??

-She believed heavily in the paranormal and has always been terrified of it.

-Back before this whole shit show started, she had avoided horror movies and books. They scared her too badly...

-Honestly, if you want to keep Hailey as a friend or lover... You should never tell her the things you see.

It was around dinner time if you could even call it that... So you were sitting at the table with the others and eating some chips. For once your favorite brand was there, so you thought everything was going good. Until you saw one of those... Creatures poke their head through the glass.

You stared at it intently, trying to figure out what to do. No one else could see it, and it looked so... Inhuman. You were scared to look away because what if it attacked you? What if it attacked those you cared for? No, you'd just have to deal with it until it got bored and wandered away...

You tried to keep quiet and still as the creature walked up to you. It was babbling about how hungry it was, and how tasty you looked... "Y-Y/N? A-Are you alright?" Hailey spoke up shakily. It was quite easy to tell she was already spooked with you staring at nothing. You looked away from the spirit and towards here. "Yeah. I'm fine. I just... I didn't get much sleep last night, I'm sorry." You apologized. You stayed still as the creature shoved its face near yours, its grotesque eye staring right at you. "O-Oh. I see. P-Please be careful." She spoke softly. You nodded, as you kept quiet about the whole thing in front of me. Maybe sometime you would be able to tell her, but right now was not the time...

Eugene:

-Eugene was one of those people who didn't believe you at first, but unlike Sue and Zion, he did believe in the paranormal. Although.. He'd never admit it face to face.

-He laughed like crazy at you when you first told him. He straight-up said you were full of shit.

-Not the nicest of people when it comes to stuff like this, but... Forgive him. He's our Tsundere.

"So uh... You see any cool spirits lately?" Eugene spoke up. You two were walking back to the school after a successful scavenging. You sighed. "For the last time, I told you there are no cool spirits." You huffed. "Oh, come on! There at least has to be something cool!" He stated. "In books there are angels, there are demons, wanderers, oh, and animals! Have you seen animal spirits yet??" He inquired curiously. "I have, yes. Cats only, though." You responded. "Well better than nothing I suppose..." He grumbled to himself. He looked over as suddenly some of the lights went out from some street lamps. "Huh. Looks like the power finally wen-Holy shit!" Eugene exclaimed when he looked at the light. There was a creature crawling over there and was playing with the light bulb. He didn't protest as you grabbed his hand and yanked him away. "I-Is that what you see?" He spoke softly. "...Part of it, yes." You responded. "...I am so sorry for doubting you, holy shit." He spoke softly. "No, it's okay Eugene. I wouldn't believe someone either if they told me that." She responded.

Scarlett:

-Ghosts? Please. Are we little kids now where we hide under our beds from them? Least to say she thinks you're crazy and childish.

-She'll gossip about you like crazy. No buts about it.

-If she gets close to you, then maybe she'll listen a bit more, but you're still childish to her.

It was late at night and Scarlett was sitting in her room. She was writing some things down, chuckling to herself as she thought about how stupid it was. She had heard you mention seeing something in her room and she found it so stupid. How could you seriously believe something like that???

It made no sense to her. She stopped writing altogether as she couldn't contain her laughter which made writing harder. She stopped laughing and groaned as her pen rolled off of her leg, and made a small sound as it dropped to the floor and rolled away. "Ugh. Stupid pen..." She grumbled.

She got off of the chair she was sitting on and crawled over to get her pen. "This floor is so nasty..." She huffed to herself as she got ahold of her pen. She froze as some weird water dripped to the ground. She slowly looked up and a scream left her lips as she backed away and dropped the pen again.

There was a grotesque monster in her room... It had many different legs, and more than one eye, and overall was the worst thing she had ever seen. She got up quickly and rushed out of her room and at this point was crying. She pushed past Zion and anyone she ran past until she made it to your room. You looked up as your door was thrown open, and a small yelp left your lips as she hugged you. She was... Sobbing. "What happened???" You inquired. "I-I'm so sorry I didn't believe you before... There was... There was a monster in my room. It looked like it was going to eat me!" She cried out. You sighed softly, as you comforted her. "It's okay... It'll be gone sooner than tomorrow, I promise..." You spoke. Let's just say you spent the night comforting her.

Jay:

-Doesn't believe you one bit.

-He finds you even more suspicious when he hears about it. He questions you and then calls you dumb for believing such a lie.

Harry:

-At first you were hesitant to go to him because of his headaches, which worried Harry. At one point he finally just walked over to you to chat.

-He'd feel horrible he couldn't help you sooner. It's hard to say if he believes you, but you're still someone he cares deeply for (And likes romantically) so he trusts you with his life. And he hopes you do the same.

-I believe this man would have you be around him as much as possible. He just wants you to be okay.

It was a late night, and you were just tired and upset. You had seen so many horrible creatures that day, and all you wanted to do was go to bed. But you couldn't because of some... Creature in your room. Your eyes were filled with tears as you just wanted to not see any of these things anymore.

They horrified you; they scared you. And as you debated your options on who you could go to for help, you decided on Harry. You knew he was a good person, and you knew he wouldn't be mad. Sure you'd feel bad, but you just needed some help.

So you gently knocked on his door and when he said to come in you did. "Harry...?" You spoke softly. Harry looked up slowly, and his eyes widened. "Y/N... You're crying." He spoke in a worried tone as he got up. He rushed over to you. "You aren't hurt, are you??" He questioned gently.

You shook your head. "...I'm tired, Harry." You whispered. He tilted his head. "Tired? Tired of what? Are you alright? Do you need anything?" He spoke gently. "...I'm tired of seeing them. These... These things, these demons... These spirits, whatever you want to call them... They bother me all the time, and I'm so tired of it..." You whispered as tears fell down your face.

His eyes widened in surprise, but he didn't question anymore. "It's okay... None of them can hurt you, I promise. None of us will let that happen." He spoke softly as he led you to his bed where he had you sit down. "How about you stay with me tonight? I'm really worried about you, Y/N." Harry spoke.

You sniffled as you shook your head. "I don't want to bother you, Harry... You already have your own problems..." You pointed out softly. He huffed. "Everyone does. It doesn't mean you should keep yours hidden and not accept any help. I promise you it's okay. I want you to be okay." He spoke softly. "Do you need anything? Water?" He inquired. You shook your head. "N-No... But thank you. And... And I suppose I'll take you up on that offer." You spoke softly. And you did just that. Harry watched over you the whole night and made sure you couldn't see any monsters that night.

Lawrence:

-When you first met Lawrence, you knew something was off...

-He had many dark shadows around him, some that seemed... familiar. He had an unstable aura around him, and it was concerning.

-He'd notice instantly you saw something. The way you reacted, it just wasn't normal... He was going to find out what you saw...

The whole meeting you watched those shadows that clouded over him. Each one demanding death, or to just "take her now." Although you had no idea what in the world that meant... Not many people had that many shadows attached to them, unless they were bad people. There was no way Lawrence could be, right...? He let you in the group, he watched over you, he did so much for you and the others... He couldn't possibly be.

When the meeting finally came to and end, and the others left, you stood up to leave as well. "Hey Sylvia?" Lawrence spoke up. You froze for a minute as you slowly looked over. "Y-Yes? What is it?" You inquired. "I would like to have a word with you if you're not busy," Lawrence spoke as he walked over.

"N-No... No, I'm not. What's up?" You spoke. You tried to keep a calm head. "You seemed oddly distracted during the meeting. Is everything alright?" He inquired. "Ah... Yeah. Everything's fine. I just... I had a hard time sleeping last night." You were partially true. A monster had resided in your room the whole night begging for flesh, so you didn't get that much sleep.

Although it was a lie for the reason you were distracted. You couldn't help but feel nervous as you saw his eyes narrow. "Hm... It seems to be more than that. You can trust me, you know that right?" He inquired. "after all, we're all teammates. Unless... You don't trust me, or the others?" He spoke.

He was trying to be manipulative to make you talk to him. "A-Ah... It's... Not that." You said. You fell for his trap... "I just... Would you find me crazy if I said I saw things? That wasn't there to most?" You spoke softly. He gave you an eerie smile. "Oh. Not at all. I used to be like that." He spoke up as he walked over. Your eyes widened.

"Y-You did??? How that change??" You inquired. "Well, my dear Y/N, you have to stop believing. In other things at that. And I mean truly believe it. Convince yourself the things you see are not real." He spoke up. He knew now you could see the people he'd killed who were attached to him. Although you didn't know he did kill them. So he had to change that. "I can help you so you feel better." He suggested. You smiled gratefully. "That would be... Amazing." You agreed. He was going to make sure you never knew what happened to people who interfered with you both... After all, you are his.

Okay!! I Finally finished that! I think from now on I'd prefer if you guys could tell me if you want side characters or main characters. If you want both that's cool too! Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed it, and I hope I did well in your request!

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[auncyen]

"This will take me just a couple hours to write and then I'll work on a different fic" BUZZER NOISE this part took me a good chunk of the day and it's not the whole idea but I decided this is a good enough stopping point and I'll save the rest for more writing soon.

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Hikari does not question it at first when the sky darkens with clouds and Castti redirects their course to shelter just within a cave's mouth minutes before the rain begins. Alone, he might have tried to press through the bad weather simply for the novelty--rain is uncommon in Ku--but the apothecary carries a selection of herbs and other supplies that might be ruined by water. Or maybe she simply wishes not to be soaked. It's understandable, so he thinks nothing of the hastiness of their detour until he tries to pass the time by striking up a conversation with her and she doesn't respond. She stands near the entrance of the cave, her gloved hands running over her covered arms, her eyes staring blankly at the rain.

Hikari tries calling her name, but does not try to get her attention a third time. She has amnesia, apparently. Whatever injury took her memory might have affected her in other ways. He can not judge her for that. Sometimes his mind is not his own, either. He simply watches her to make sure her restlessness, anxiety, whatever it is does not get worse, and thankfully, she seems to come back to herself after another minute or so and turns toward him with a rattled smile. He returns it with a smaller one, though still genuine. The matter of her behavior goes unaddressed. They have been companions only briefly, and he does not wish to alienate her.

It rains more often as they get to the Leaflands, the bountiful forests and land dependent on it. Castti always hastens to shelter, but she does not fall into the same long trance again, and Hikari thinks perhaps it was completely unrelated. But then they meet Agnea, and the spirited Leaflands native is so used to rain that she is not content to stay under shelter. "Agnea," Castti calls, an obvious warning in her voice as Agnea moves toward the foul weather; the girl pauses to address her, but there's laughter in her voice.

"What, Castti? I checked, I'm not carrying anything that'd get ruined by a little water. And it's starting to lighten up!"

The dancer twirls out into the raindrops, and Castti makes a choking noise, taking a step forward and reaching her hand forward like she would grab Agnea and pull her back before the apothecary catches herself. Her hand clenches into a fist in front of her chest.

That reaction is...concerning. "Castti," Hikari says. "What is the matter?"

"...Nothing should be the matter," the woman says slowly, still eyeing Agnea like she's afraid some disaster will befall the girl. Is she afraid of lightning strikes, perhaps? There hasn't been a single clap of thunder. "It's just water. Life-giving water. I don't know why I feel so...uneasy."

Agnea comes to a stop in her dance, striking a pose in front of Hikari and Castti. The instant she looks at Castti, she drops the pose and trots back under the covering.

"I'm alright, Castti! I'll dry out in no time. An' I was carrying everything in my purse," she says, some of her country accent slipping out as she jabs a finger at the bag she slipped off before walking into the rain. "Sorry if I worried you."

Castti shakes her head, sounding embarrassed when she speaks. "No, it's alright. I shouldn't be so worked up about some rain."

The next time they encounter an overcast sky, Castti does not look for shelter or change course. "It's only a light rain," she says, as much to herself as Hikari and Agnea, and they try to go straight through it. Hikari approves of Castti's attempt to face her fear. It fits with what he knows of her, a woman brave enough to still try to extend a hand to help others even when she has good reason to focus on her own problems.

Her hands are clenched tight at her sides, though, and her face is twisted in an uncharacteristic grimace. Agnea is looking at her with the same worry on her face that Hikari feels, even if he is trying not to show it. Suddenly Castti simply breaks away from them, beelining to a tunnel running under a land bridge, and tears off her gloves, satchel, blue capelet, white apron, and--

Agnea grabs Hikari by the shoulders and forces him to turn away before running to their companion. "Castti? Castti!"

Hikari stays carefully turned away to not risk any impropriety. He also turns his face up toward the sky, feeling the scattered droplets that land on his skin. To him, the sensation feels refreshing. What about it strikes such fear in her? He has heard about disasters caused by rain, floods and mudslides and such... could that be the cause?

As the minutes pass, he hears Agnea coaxing Castti into a dry change of clothes from her pack. He only hears Agnea, and that Castti is making no audible response concerns him. "Is she alright?"

"I-I'm fine," Castti speaks up, her voice cracking. "I'm d-decent, Hikari, you can come j-join us. I'm sorry, I can't figure out what's wrong with me--"

"It's okay," Agnea reassures her. "That's what you're traveling to figure out, right? You've been all the places in your book, so if you go back you're sure to meet people who know you and can help you remember. In the meantime, Hikari and I will be right by your side."

"Agnea's right," Hikari agrees. Having turned around, he can see Castti is wearing a sage green dress she picked up in the Leaflands and the same boots as before, her feet likely perfectly dry inside as the leather and stitching seem of good quality. She's not wearing any other part of her uniform, her hands balled over her face in frustration and shame. "Traveling in the rain has its risks, anyway. There is no reason we must try to journey through it." Not as long as they made good time through the fairer weather.

He knows Castti is a very practical woman, and that argument seems to work at calming her down. She nods as her hands drop to her side, revealing reddened eyes. "That's true, it's simply...you asked to travel with me when I can't even tell you who I am. I don't want to hold either of you back."

"You're not," Agnea reassures her. "And we know a few things about you! You're Castti, an amazing apothecary and a really kind person."

Hikari nods before starting to set down some of his things, opting to move toward a cluster of rocks that have stayed dry compared to the lower ground. "The rain will stop soon enough. Let's be patient and wait here."

[dreamerinthemoonlight]

Darkness in the Rain

Summary: Zhongli comforts Dain on a bad night

Word Count: 562

CW: hurt/comfort

A/N: Happy early birthday to Zhongli

He rolls over, reaching out to wrap his arms around Dainsleif, but finds his spot empty and cold.

Zhongli wakes to a dark room and the dull pitter-patter of rain on the roof.

Zhongli sighs. *It’s going to be one of those nights, then.*

The ex-archon slips out of bed, forgoing a bathrobe that is just likely to get soaked anyway, and goes in search of his most unlikely lover.

As usual on nights like tonight, Dain has gravitated to the upper balcony. He’s left the door open, but the lamps are unlit.

Zhongli leans against the door frame, letting the slight groan of wood announce his presence. 

When Dain doesn’t acknowledge him, Zhongli doesn’t speak, instead taking the time to observe his lover.

The rain has turned Dainsleif’s blond hair dark, and water streams down his scared shoulders and back. A large puddle of water pools at his bare feet.

The mist veiled light of Liyue Harbor softens the darkness the Khaenri’an man carries like a second skin and strips him of his stoicism. In shadows that mask all else, the heart struggles to hide.

On nights like this, Zhongli finds that the younger man reminds him of a certain young adeptus--cool, quiet, devoted, but in the end, alone in incomprehensible darkness.

Unlike said adeptus, however, he has the ability to alleviate the burden.

Zhongli pushes off the door frame and steps into the rain.

“Bad night?” he asks when he’s taken his place next to Dainsleif.

“Perhaps.”

Zhongli scowls. “Dainsleif, I have lived for six thousand years. You can’t lie to me. What’s wrong?”

Dainsleif shrugs, sending another wave of water cascading to the floor. “I couldn’t sleep. The memories are too strong tonight.”

“I see. If you would like to talk, I will listen.”

Dain gives Zhongli a conflicted look, before dropping his eyes to his clenched hands. “It’s not any one thing. Simply many things that remind me of my many failures. Khaenri’ah fell and I could do nothing. I couldn’t protect the royal family. Halfdan sacrificed himself because I couldn’t stop the Abyss Order in time.”

Zhongli cups Dain’s face, forcing him to meet his eyes. “Do you think that the responsibility falls solely on your shoulders?

“Khaenri’ah, your royal family, their fates were sealed. No mortal, no archon, no spirit of any standing could have changed it.”

“And Halfdan?”

“Made his own choice to fulfill his responsibilities. As did you.”

“I did?”

“Did you not give him the ability to rest in peace, my love? Is that not fulfilling your responsibility to him?”

Dain leans his forehead on Zhongli’s chest, melting into his former enemy’s touch. If someone had told him when he gave Halfdan that last assurance that in time it would be the ex- geo archon who would be consoling him, trying to ease his guilt, he’d have thought they were insane.

“Thank you.” Dain voice is rough as a single tear falls, unnoticed in the rain.

“For what? I am doing no more than I shou-- No that isn’t true. I should be bringing you inside and drying you off before you catch a cold.”

“Even if that’s the case, thank you.”

Zhongli chuckles. “Fine. You’re welcome. But come inside now. It’s warm there and our bed is waiting.”

Dainsleif lets Zhongli bring him inside, leaving the grief, the guilt, the darkness in the rain.

[iluvwerewolves]

any time, any place (monster prom oc/sona drabble)

monstar prom oc drablble again :3

It must've been around 10? Maybe 11? Whatever time it was, Freddy Howl couldn't have cared less. He was hauling ass through sheets and sheets of pouring rain, headlights barely able to see what was right in front of him. Someone needed him in that moment, someone incredibly important to him. His jaw was clenched hard, foot pressed hard on the accelerator. Radio was off, he couldn't focus with that on right now. It was him and the night and rain and the boiling anger and spite towards nothing and no one in particular. He turned the corner fast, black water from the street flourishing as a dancer, the roar of his engine the orchestra and the speed of his wheels the libretto. His hands gripped the wheel with curiosity, knuckles as the pale rider mentioned in the biblical end. His headlights bisected the shadows of the night, each droplet of rain dust in the sunbeam. The occasional street lamp was a beacon in an otherwise lightless domain, curtains of gold and amber revealing a small stage of concrete or dirt or some other substance that didn't matter to the big man. He turned at the entrance to the school, driving far too fast along the pseudo-road that made up the drop off and pick up roundabout.

A single figure stood, shoulder length blue hair, grey and deep, almost navy blue skin, and glasses that reflected the light the of his car. A sweater soaked through, revealing a small body underneath. A leather satchel clutched, buttons on it, describing interests.

"Fallon! Get in!" Freddy shouted. He grabbed the knob in his truck to start blasting heat in the car.

"Y-you got here fast," Fallon said, teeth chattering.

"You called me, bro. I said I'd be here." Freddy peeled out of the parking lot.

"Shit, it's cold. I know, but the drive from your house to here is like, 20 minutes. Maybe 15 on a good day. That was 10. What's up with that?" Despite being a water spirit, fae, nymph, Fallon was still susceptible to being absolutely sopping wet, as he was now.

Freddy grunted. "I didn't want you to be alone in the cold," A dash of red splattered across the flesh of his face, maybe pink.

Fallon softly smiled. "O-oh. Thanks. That's really nice," He said. "If you want to crash at my place, you, uh, can. I don't see you getting home in this weather. Seems like it's only getting worse, and I don't want you getting caught in a flood,"

"A flood? I was fine on the way over, bro."

"Call it...nymph intuition. It's gonna flood."

Freddy chuckled, giving the smaller man a big grin. "Alright then, ya fairy." Fallon reciprocated that with a laugh.

"Thanks for picking me up. I would've been fine walking-"

"Nope. No. You wouldn't have. It's cold, and rainy."

"I'm like, almost entirely water."

"You were practically shaking when I picked you up. You're not immune to the cold, lil' dude." Freddy yawned.

Fallon's turn to blush. He felt the purple splash on his face, and creep into his ears. "I, uh, guess not."

The pair exchanged small talk, as friends do, for the remainder of the short drive. Their conversation meandered as a river does to what Fallon had interrupted (Freddy playing a video game with his brother and cousin), why Fallon was even at school this late (Research Project on argyropoeia), and finally to what they were going to do at Fallon's.

The car pulled into the guest spot at his complex, and Freddy shut off the truck. The two made their way up the stairs to Fallon's third floor corner unit. He liked it because of the views it gave, overlooking some of the rest of town.

It was a Thursday, but the two decided on watching a movie as their activity of choice for the night. A shitty horror flick. Fallon watched the majority of it through his fingers, yelping at each low budget jumpscare. Towards the end, the night's long fingers wrapped around the two men as it threatened to drag them under it's sliken sheet of serene sleep. Freddy had put an arm around Fallon, who was now snoozing on his shoulder. The werewolf followed suit, and laid his head on top of Fallon's, slipping into the vaulted marbled halls of the promised slumber. The two would sleep together, again, a gap crossed, but still miles away in some regards. They were happy with this for now, feelings still nascent enough to not be fully ontalogically distinct from other Judean emotions. The two slept, until the dawn crept in through the back door from a long night out, awakening the two men on the couch to a brief awkward conversation as the two got ready for the next day ahead of them.