#and that while you can be displeased about an author you enjoy going in a direction you aren't interested in reading

[edwardshundredyearoldspunk]

stumbled across a ballad of songbirds and snakes critique video and I couldn't even watch it because the person so did not get what the book was doing and saying and the comments were complaining about the unnecessary romance when it's super obvious it's not intended to be a romance. suzanne collins is, yet again, ahead of her time because I remember the hate mockingjay got when it came out for killing prim and having katniss vote for new hunger games when those plot points are crucial and are meant to act as a commentary

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Alastor x Reader - Chest Fluff

Details: Established relationship, honeymoon phase, light teasing. You discover Alastor's chest fluff! Warnings: None, this is pure fluff - literally. No pronouns used. No use of Y/N. Not beta read as usual. Author's note: I’m fully convinced Alastor has chest fluff. I don’t have any proof except I think it’s CUTE. Word Count: 992

You’ve always loved cuddling Alastor. It’s the closest form of intimacy you had gotten so far in your budding relationship. And he was so, so comfortable.

Looking at him, you’d think he was all sharp edges and pointy teeth, but lying on his chest, as you were right now, you could swear this man was secretly a pillow.

Both of you were lying on a chaise longue in his room, soft jazz playing in the background. While he was busy reading over some papers, he’d allowed you to indulge in some cuddles, so long as you didn’t disturb him.

But you just couldn’t help yourself. You nuzzled your face into his shirt, his overcoat discarded on an armchair, and sighed.

“You’re so soft, Al.”

He peeked at you from behind his papers, a lazy grin on his face, and raised a brow at you in question.

“I’m serious, it’s like you’re a plushie. Or maybe you’re actually an alpaca demon instead of a deer. It’s as if you’re all fluffy or something.”

Alastor let out an amused laugh.

“Ha! Maybe it’s because I am.”

You raised your head to look at him. Now it’s your turn to cock an eyebrow at him.

“What? An alpaca demon?” Another laugh escaped him.

“Goodness, no! That’s a stupid notion, my dear.” He let his papers fall to the floor and gave you an amused smirk.

“It’s winter, darling. Not only do I have to deal with shedding my antlers, I also happen to grow a bit of a thicker coat of fur.”

His brows furrowed a bit in annoyance as he told you of his situation. He was obviously displeased by it, but by god, if you weren’t intrigued. You made a mental note to squeal about how openly he talked about it with you later. But for now, you needed answers.

Your gaze shifted down to his chest, now noticing that it did seem a bit fuller than it used to.

“Can I see it?” - “I beg your pardon?”

Your eyes widened at your impulsive request, as did his. Only now did you realize that that would include him dropping a layer. You’ve never seen one another in a state of undress, except perhaps in your night clothes. And even then you had both always been fully dressed.

But you made your bed, now you had to lie in it.

“U-uhm, I mean…I kinda…wanna see it..?” You stammered. You could feel your face heating up under his gaze, while his grin only grew wider. You were sure he was enjoying how flustered you were getting.

“Well, since you asked so nicely! Only because it’s you.” A dark glint flashed in his eyes as he said it. He then nodded to his shirt, challenging you to undo the buttons. “Go on, darling. Don’t be shy now.”

You sat up in his lap, head reeling and ears buzzing as if all your blood had risen to your face. You couldn’t believe you were doing this. Your shaking fingers undid his bowtie first, neatly folding it and placing it on the back of the chaise. Then you reached for the first set up buttons, so close to his neck. You could swear you heard a soft chuckle as you undid them.

Your eyes flit up at him for a second, before quickly snapping back down as you caught him watching you intensely with narrowed eyes and his wicked grin.

“Stop looking at me while I do this…” 

“No~.” Alastor teased.

If you could bush any further, you would.

You decided it was enough after three more sets of buttons. Now no longer focused on the task at hand, you spotted what looked like fur peeking from the gap in the shirt.

Without thinking, you spread his shirt open, even startling Alastor with your bold move. Eyes wide, you gazed at what you could only describe as soft looking brown fluff right in the middle of his chest.

If you had looked up, you’d see Alastor’s smile twitching. Now he was the one being stared at so thoroughly, and it unnerved him. He suddenly felt…exposed? Insecure, maybe? No, not him, never!

He stiffened up as he felt your fingers slowly moving through the tufts of fur, essentially stroking his bare chest.

The fur was dense and soft. Certainly made to keep him warm during the cold seasons - and possibly to serve as a pillow for yourself.

You thought it was so cute. It didn’t go at all with his reputation as the big bad Radio Demon, so it’s no wonder he keeps it a secret. A secret only you knew now.

“Wow, it’s really soft, Al! No wonder you’re so comfy all the time.” When you looked back up at him, you could see the faintest of blushes along his cheeks. You were sure your own blush was still there as well, but you felt reassured knowing that he was also affected by your intimate position.

You batted your eyelashes at him in an attempt to butter him up some more. He probably knew what you wanted to do next anyway.

“Can I..?”

He let out a theatrical sigh, but opened his arms to welcome you in.

“Fine. Since you’re being oh so sweet, my dear.”

You hummed in satisfaction and slowly laid your head down into his chest fluff. It smelled so much like him. You could hear his heart beating much faster than it had before and you grinned to yourself.

You let out another hum as you felt his arms come to rest on your back, his chest rumbling as he spoke.

“I hope you understand that this is to stay between us, darling?”

“Mhm~.” You agreed as you closed your eyes. There’s no way you would ever share this knowledge with anybody. This was just one of the many little secrets Alastor carried with himself. And this one was only for you to know.

[pauli-writes]

OMG—YOUR LATEST AVENTURINE POST HAS ME ON THE FLOOR. I would love to see a part two if you’d be okay with writing it!

warning: usual ipc crimes (mentions of slavery and destroying planets)

pairing: aventurine x reader

author’s note: hiii, i’m glad you enjoyed it as much as i had fun writing it. i was planning on doing a part 2 anyways so here ya go <3 (do i hear a possible part 3???)

part I

aventurine didn’t know what to do with you. you didn’t talk much and despite telling you to do whatever you followed him around like a lost puppy.

topaz had numby and aventurine had you, that was the consensus among the ipc staff.

you were nothing more than a pet, an accessory. aventurine didn’t know how to feel about that, because unlike him when he was in the possession of someone else, you weren’t resistant, you weren’t actively fighting him or trying to outsmart him.

he sometimes wondered what was going on inside your head, if there was anything in there at all. he once asked you to watch ice cubes melt while he was attending a meeting and when he came back you were still watching the ice cubes. he spoke to topaz about it and she suggested he should simply ask you about your behaviour, and as simple as it sounded, he hadn’t actually considered it. you did everything he asked you to, so why not answer a few questions?

however when he asked you…

“i’m sorry, madam jade told me not to disclose any of that information to you.” you replied, bowing before him in apology.

aventurine frowned displeased, idly playing with a coin in his hands. “but i’m your boss.”

“she’s technically my boss, since she got me from my original master when he-“ your eyes widened and you quickly covered your mouth. “i- i mean- please forget what i said-“

he skilfully flung the coin at you, startling you and cutting you off, but you managed to catch it clumsily in your hands. he watched you with narrowed eyes.

“tell me the truth and i’ll give you anything you want.” he declared boldly, making your eyes widen a little. aventurine had been generous with you before, buying you your clothes and taking care of other expenses you had when travelling with him, but this was unprecedented.

you held the coin out to him, “you should know by now that i can’t be bought.”

aventurine smirked, carefully taking the coin back from you. “you’re cute. everyone can be bought, you just have to find the right price. so, what do you want? money? clothes?”

you immediately shook your head, a reaction he wasn’t quite accustomed to. whenever he offered riches he would get what he wanted. “you can’t offer me what i really want.”

“you are making this a lot harder than it needs to be,” he replied, once again rolling the coin in between his fingers.

you sighed and lowered your head again, “i’m sorry, mr. aventurine.”

aventurine frowned and reached out, putting his hand underneath your chin and making you look at him. “don’t apologise, your loyalty is admirable if anything. but it’s going to get you killed one day.”

“that wouldn’t be the worst to be honest.” you grimaced, you were probably the only person he knew besides himself who thought of death as anything but scary. then he remembered what jade had told him, your entire planet was destroyed, you were likely the only survivor, much like him. that’s why you didn’t agree to his offer earlier, you didn’t want riches, you wanted you family, your friends.

he let go of your face and got up from his chair, fixing his hair while he did so. “do you like jade?”

you paused, watching as he stood up and walked up to you. “i-i don’t hate her.”

he chuckled, “a very diplomatic answer. very well, i’ll be back soon. wait here.”

you nodded your head obediently with a hint of confusion in your eyes, you didn’t ask why he was leaving, despite not having any meeting scheduled. aventurine left the room and took a deep breath, his mask of confidence slipping for a moment in the empty corridor.

if you weren’t going to fight or bargain for your freedom yourself, he would simply have to do it for you.

[tr4gictea]

Smoker Trail [Aizawa+Smoker!Teen!Reader]

❥Masterlist

Tags: Underage smoking, angst to comfort, implied domestic abuse, Dadzawa, written while the author was high off their mind (don't do drugs kids)

Including: Shota Aizawa, mention of Katsuki Bakugo

word count: 1.3k words

A/n: Im really getting into MHA rn and I will be doing a lot of that now so if you have any request for My Hero, send a request pleaseeee. Enjoy <3

You were standing on the rooftop of the U.A. dorms, leaning against the railing with a lit cigarette between your fingers. You blew out smoke into the night air blissfully unaware of your surroundings. The rest of the class was asleep in their rooms, none would be awake to see you. Suddenly the roof door opens, mid inhale, to reveal your teacher, Mr. Aizawa. You quickly flick the cigarette off the roof and cough the smoke into your jacket.

He turns towards you, “Y/n? Kid, what are you doing up so late?” he says raising an eyebrow.

Fuck, he has awful timing. You were scared by his sudden appearance that the smoke got caught in your throat. “Hi Mr. Aizawa, cough, I was just-, coUGH-, out here for uh, breather, COUGH, COUGH.” You wave him over, trying to play it off as if you just needed some space. But the residual smoke in your lungs made it hard to breathe.

He sighed, shaking his head disappointed. He’s seen this happen before, too many times with students to believe your words. He walks closer to you, still keeping a distance from you.

“Don’t give me that ‘breath of fresh air crap’. Why are you out here? Really?”

“I told you I came out here for some quiet,” You tried to redirect the conversation, “Bakugo was yelling at me for what happened this morning during training.” You say rolling your eyes at the memory. You recall the scruffy blonde yelling at you after a training incident. You were told to destroy your assigned training dummies. But that objective went out the window when you decided to use a new special move you came up with and accidentally knocked out all of yours and Bakugo’smachines in one go.

“Trust me if I didn't take a breather out here, we would be in Principle Nezu's office right now for fighting and property damage,” you said chuckling.

He sighed, looking back at you. "I'm sorry to hear that. Bakugo is hotheaded and I’ll talk to him about it afterward.. But you're not supposed to be out here. It's 1:56 am and you have to get up early in the morning for school."

“Yeah I know, well I should be heading to bed then…” This conversation has gone on for more than you would like, so it's time for you to roll up outta here! “Well, goodnight Mr. Aizawa I will see you in class tomorrow!” You start walking towards the door to leave, “I hope you have a good night and-”

Aizawa stops you by your shoulder, preventing you from leaving. “Hold it kid, you can't pull crap like that on me. Sit back down.” He says gesturing to a metal box next to him

Shit.

You sit your ass back down. You didn’t need to look up at his face to know that he was less than displeased with you. His eyes were practically burning into your head. You haven't seen this side of Aizawa before, and it was scary.

“Now, give me the pack.” he holds his hand out in front of you.

“What do you mean? Mr. Aizawa I-” You try to defend yourself but he cut you off not letting you speak.

“Stop talking hand them over.” You're caught, and you know it. “You're on thin ice kid,”

You fumble threw your pocket trying to find the box, you just finished the pack that night so you weren't worried about losing it. But what did make you worried was the look on Mr. Aizawa's disappointed glare was bad enough as you placed the red box into your teacher's hand.

He takes the box in his hand and places it in his pocket. He moves to lean back on the railing as he looks at you. “Y/n, you know we don’t tolerate this stuff here. I understand training can be tough but you can’t be pulling crap like this.”

“I know,” I say lowering my gaze.

“How long were you even out here?” He questions.

I recall the actions that led me here in my head: Well, I came out here after Bakugo and I had a screaming match, and that was at 10 I think… “Since 10 probably,”

“10...” He groaned and rubbed his nose. “Okay, okay, how do you get your hands on these?”

“I found them..” You lie through your teeth.

“You found them? Hm, you just found cigarettes lying around?” He questions unconvinced by your answer. “Seriously Y/n you’re not gonna get into any more trouble by being honest with me right now. Spill.”

“Well… I'm not lying, I did find them.” You admit shifting uncomfortably in your seat, “They're from my family... they leave the packs lying around and I just steal them when they're not looking.”

Aizawa was beginning to get rather annoyed. He was tired, as were most of the staff, and finding a student on the roof smoking was just the cherry on top. “You know that smoking on campus grounds is punishable by expulsion?” He stated, crossing his arms. A look of fear shot into your eyes. Expulsion?! "And if said family found out you were expelled for this, where would that leave you?"

“I…” you take a moment to think about how angry your father would be if he found out. You don't know what would be worse: if he found out about the stolen cigarettes or the fact that they got you expelled from the top hero school. “Well, I don’t know…”

“You don’t know…” He sounded angry, maybe a little concerned. An awkward silence fell over the two of you until Aizawa spoke again. “Listen, kid, your lucky it was me who found you. Any other teacher would have reported you on the spot. But, I for one, don’t think its fair for a student’s future to fall apart after one mistake. So, I'm giving you one chance to get clean.”

You look up at him with hopeful eyes, “Really?”

“Yeah, you’ve got potential as a hero and a good heart. I’d hate to see it go down the drain. You got one chance to do better or I won't help you the next time you get caught.” After a brief moment of silence, he speaks up again.

“You’ve got a good head on your shoulders kid, use it.”

By this time tears have been threatening to spill from your eyes. You have been feeling so many emotions at one time. You can’t help yourself as you dive to hug Mr. Aizawa.

He jumps a little, taken aback by the sudden affection. “T-thank you Mr. Aizawa,” You're now sobbing into his black shirt as relief washes over you.

He places one arm around you and the other on your head, gently patting it. “Don’t mention it kid..” You both just stay like that for a little bit, him holding you while petting your head. Whilst you calm yourself down. You pull yourself away from the hug wiping your tears, “Seriously though, don’t mention it. This could get both of us kicked out of U.A.” His tone turned more serious.

You let out a little giggle at the sudden change in tone, “Of course Sensei.”

He hums in response, “Tonight I expect you to hand me over any extra pack of these,” he says while tapping the cigarette box in his pocket, “And tomorrow we are going to recovery girl to help heal some of the damage done to your lungs. She owes me a favor so she’ll be discrete about it.”

You nod, “And from now on you have to be on your best behavior and not lie to me anymore, alright?”

“Yes, Sensei,”

“Alright, get back to your room and hand me over any extra packs, and then go to bed. You’ve already lost enough sleep as it is.”

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[nahoney22]

Alanah, my sweet, darling friend, congratulations to you on your many, many followers!! 💜💜 You deserve all of them and I'm more than delighted to be one of them!

My request is for Hunter (surprised? 😜) with the following 2 prompts, pretty please!

🫧15: “Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.” (Fluff list)

🫧4: “The truth is I don’t hate you. I…I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / and if I did?” (Enemies to lovers list)

Little angst wouldn't hurt, leading to something fluffy and nice...I trust you 🥰

I cannot wait!! 😆💜 Love you so much, bestie!!

Fall With Me 🌊

🫧 Pairing: Hunter X Female Reader

word count: 1.4k

prompts:

“The truth is I don’t hate you. I… I tolerate you.” / “I thought you were going to say love.” / “And if I did?”

“Smiling is the second best thing you can do with your lips.”

Summary: When paired up with Hunter for a mission, it takes a near death experience for you to say how you really felt about the Sarge… but you weren’t prepared for how you really felt either.

Warnings: Safe for Work, Little Angst, Fluff, Reader Is Scared of Heights, First Kiss, Mutual Pining, Female Reader. Not Proofread.

Authors note: I love you too bestie! And no, not a surprise at all 😉 Hope this is okay! Enjoy! Love you so much, thanks for always supporting me. 🩶

“And that leaves yourself and Hunter to pair up.”

After Tech outlined the upcoming mission, the realisation of being paired with Sarge left you feeling a tad uneasy. It wasn't due to any discomfort around him or found him horrible; in fact, quite the opposite. However, the thought of potentially failing in his presence was unsettling.

There had been occasions where you'd caught him casting a displeased glance, not directly at you, but in response to mishaps involving you. So, there was a heightened sense of pressure to perform well. But, you took it with a pinch of salt and hoped to prove yourself to him today.

As Hunter nonchalantly announced, 'Alright, let's head out,' you silently appreciated his professionalism in not opting to change partners. With a quick exchange of well-wishes, the team gathered their gear and set off, Hunter leading the way while you followed closely behind.

Navigating the outskirts of a dilapidated settlement teeming with mercenaries and rogues, Hunter paused to comm the others, prompting you to remain vigilant and on lookout. When happy that everyone was in position, he refocused his attention on you as he inquired, “Ready to get up there?”

Your eyes widened beneath your helmet as you nervously asked, “Up where?”

Stepping aside, Hunter revealed a rusty and precarious ladder partially concealed by vines. A surge of apprehension washed over you; it seemed that Wrecker weren't the only one with a fear of heights.

“Oh.” you involuntarily squeaked, hastily composing yourself. However, Hunter picked up on your hesitation.

“Don’t tell me you're afraid of heights too,” he remarked with a sigh, adding to your mounting anxiety about the partnership. Despite your concerns, you hoped he wouldn't view you as a liability. Before you could formulate a response, Hunter secured his backpack and tethered it to both of you, assuring, “There we go. If you fall, I'll catch you.”

Though his expression was concealed by his helmet, the gesture provided some reassurance and even added a little flutter in your stomach. You may be scared of failing him but that didn’t make him all the less attractive. As you glanced at the connecting cords and then at the daunting ladder, a knot formed in your stomach. “Do I go first?” you tentatively asked.

“Yes. Now, let's get going.” he instructed, giving you a gentle nudge forward.

As you began the ascent, your heart raced with each rung of the ladder you grasped, your gaze fixed firmly ahead, avoiding the sight of the perilous drop below.

"Keep going, don't look down," you whispered to yourself, your fingers gripping the ladder tightly, praying that each rusted bar would hold.

Halfway up, the realisation of the height hit you with full force. Two hundred meters above ground, you reaffirmed your determination but then, as your hand clasped onto the next bar, it gave way, knocking you off your balance.

With lightning speed, Hunter surged upward, positioning himself behind you and using his body to steady yours, preventing you from falling back. "Are you alright?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

Speech eluded you, your chest heaving as the gravity of the situation sank in. Tears threatened behind your visor as you grappled with the near miss. "Just... give me a moment," you managed to utter, completely overwhelmed.

The sudden realisation of Hunter's close proximity jolted you back to the present. "Let's... let's keep going," you rasped, nodding slightly. Hunter obliged, stepping down but keeping a reassuring hand firmly planted on the small of your back, providing much-needed support until you regain your composure.

When you both finally reached the summit, you had to restrain yourself from collapsing to your knees and kissing the ground beneath you. Your limbs throbbed with exhaustion, and your mind reeled from the harrowing ordeal of nearly meeting your demise.

By then, a feeling of embarrassment washed over you. You watched silently as Hunter detached the cord connecting you both and proceeded to relay updates to the team. However, overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, you found yourself leaning against a nearby wall, sinking to your knees as you removed your helmet, frustration evident in the way your fingers raked through your hair.

As Hunter's voice filtered through the comm, he briefly looked at you and concern crossed his face. “Hold tight until we are able to move forward.” He relays to the others before he abruptly cuts off the transmission, takes off his helmet and approaches you.

"Hey," he said softly, drawing your attention, "are you alright?"

Though you wanted to respond with an affirmative, your throat constricted with unspoken emotions, preventing anything but a shaky denial. Biting your lip to stifle any whimpers, you just shocked your head but found solace in his company.

"Why are you upset?" he inquired, his confusion mirroring yours as you struggled to articulate your feelings.

Sniffling, you released a heavy sigh, avoiding his gaze as you confessed, "I just feel like I always mess up around you, and that I annoy you… and I just nearly died!”

Your words tumbled forth in a torrent of insecurity, your ramblings a desperate attempt to verbalise how you felt. However, Hunter remained patient, allowing you to unload your burdens until you uttered the words that hung heavily in the air.

"What did you just say?" he interjected, genuine confusion etched in his features. "You think I hate you?"

Meeting his gaze, you hesitated, uncertain of how he would react. "I just thought..."

"You thought wrong," he interrupted gently, a small chuckle escaping him. "I don't hate you. I..."

His words trailed off, leaving an unspoken sentiment lingering between you. He seemed in deep thought as he pondered whether or not it was appropriate to express how he really felt.

Perhaps not, and so he held back, his silence speaking volumes as he searched for the right words. But you stared at him, wondering what he was really thinking.

Catching your expectant gaze, he offered a wry smile. "I tolerate you," he quipped, the humour in his tone breaking the tension and eliciting a relieved laugh from you, tears wiped away.

"For a second, I thought you were going to say 'love,'" you blurted out without thinking, only for Hunter to match your unfiltered honesty.

"And if I did?" Hunter's response caught you off guard, his eyes widening slightly, but he didn't retract his words.

Tucking a loose piece of hair behind your ear, you tilted your head at him. "And do you?"

He visibly gulped. "I don't think it's a surprise that I'm not great with talking about how I feel," he admitted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

Stunned, it took a moment for his words to sink in. "I don't know what to say," you whispered, completely bashful as your cheeks burned.

"You don't have to if you don't want to… I just thought you should know that my strict ways come from a place of me caring about you. A lot. I'm just not good at expressing things," he explained, his quiet vulnerability bringing a smile to your lips, a sight he secretly always adored. "I'm happy to see you smiling again. It suits you."

"Oh yeah?" you teased, mischief gleaming in your eyes as the newfound revelation sank in. "Your smile isn't too bad yourself, Sarge."

He chuckled, placing a hand over yours. The two of you gazed at each other for a moment, the mission completely on hold as you reveled in this new adventure. However, there was no hiding the signs of him looking at your lips and then back to you. "You know," he started, taking a nervous breath, "smiling is the second-best thing you can do with your lips."

Reading the signs and anticipation hanging in the air, you closed the distance between you, pressing your lips to his. Time seemed to stand still as the galaxy around you faded away.

He sighs against you, the kiss deepening with a loving desire. Your hands found their way to his face, fingers tangling in his hair as he pulled you closer. Hunter responded eagerly, his arms wrapping around you, holding you in tight as the kiss ignited a fire within both of you.

Lost in the moment, you explored each other's lips with a soft hunger that had been simmering beneath the surface. The kiss was electric, sending waves of happiness through your body, making your heart race and your skin tingle in excitement.

Finally breaking apart, you gazed into each other's eyes. "I've wanted to do that for a long time," Hunter confessed, his voice low and husky.

You smiled, feeling a rush of warmth flood through you. "Me too," you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Without another word, Hunter pulled you close once again, his lips finding yours in another searing kiss, revealing all the unspoken words. The mission could wait for a minute or two.

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[sixeyesgojo]

all good things come in threes

☾ Summary: Winning a bet against Gojo ‘big ass ego’ Satoru isn't as easy as you thought. But you can't complain either. ☾ Characters: highschool!Gojo Satoru x reader ☾ Word count: 6k ☾ Content warning: use of petnames, implied height difference, tooth-rotting fluff, Gojo's a little shit and has negative rizz ☾ Author's note: My heart was going through STUFF. ☾ Tags: @nagumoan @heresan @peachsayshi @trueformsukuna @gojos-princesa @cursedmoonchild

White tufts of hair. Round sunglasses. An annoying facial expression directed at you. That was your view. You let out an exasperated sigh. Out of everyone available at the time, they just had to choose you to partner up with Satoru. It was to make sure the young conceited sorcerer wouldn’t go overboard or well, get ahead of himself. Sure, his abilities were extraordinary and even at a young age, he had already displayed an astonishing understanding of his cursed techniques and various other battle-related skills. Everyone knew that Satoru was set to be a pioneer and that he didn’t exactly need a partner to fulfill his missions. You knew about his abilities, how they worked and his modus operandi, already having had experience partnering up with him on various missions. But those had been wildly different as they required a partner, a second person. This one clearly didn’t. Yet they still sent you with him, knowing full well that he could handle it himself. These damn fossils.

It was understandable that Satoru had his own opinions about this rather unexpected turn of events. After having heard his initial protestations, which contained the words “no faith”, “incompetent” and how he was “not some random weakling”, you’ve had enough and it began to annoy you. Neither of you were responsible for orders being passed down as they were; and both of you knew that some of them did not make sense, some of them were plain unreasonable and some of them just seemed antiquated, obsolete, outdated. If anyone had enough power to object orders from above, it was the young sorcerer in front of you. However, he didn’t bother to do so. As for you, you had questioned the intent behind the task assigned to you, but simply accepted it as it was. There was no helping it anyway. In the end, you were just a cog in a giant and screwed system.

And so, you were stuck with him on a mission to rescue civilians and eliminate a first grade curse. “I still don’t understand why I need a partner for this. Do I look like a total wimp?” he complained and pulled a grimace.

You rolled your eyes at him, clearly displeased at the situation yourself, “I bet they assigned me to keep your big ass ego in check.”

For someone who had grumbled that much about you being his partner this time around, Satoru certainly seemed entertained in one way or another. At least, a small part of him seemed to revel in the situation. “And I’m sure you will do an excellent job at keeping my ‘big ass ego’ at bay,” he retorted sarcastically, all while giving you that damn smirk. No one else in the world could look so smug while being a prick. So what if you found him attractive? So what if his teasing made your heart skip one or two beats? So what if the smirk made you want to kiss it off of his stupid face? His personality was foul enough. At that moment, all you wanted to do was to smack him but you knew exactly that his bothersome Infinity wouldn’t let you.

“Ugh, I don’t exactly enjoy being stuck with someone who constantly complains either. I’ll just get this mission done as quickly as I can and then we’re both free from each other. Deal?” you rambled. Your keenness to end this all as soon as possible made his ears perk up and upon hearing this, the white-haired teenager dropped his empty can on the ground, “Woah woah woah, hold your horses. I am pretty sure you can’t even defeat the curse as fast as I can, so who’s stuck with who?”

You shrugged as you picked up the metal can, ever so trusting in your abilities. Although you knew he was the strongest, that didn’t mean you couldn’t beat him to it, right? You just had to be clever about it. “Fine, let’s make a bet then. Whoever lands the finishing blow on the curse wins,” you suggested and tossed the metallic container into a trashcan. Satoru raised an eyebrow and crossed his arms. “Loser has to do whatever the winner wants,” the sorcerer decided. He seemed interested enough.

“Fine by me. Don’t cry about it when I win,” you said, grinning at him. He grinned back at you, all too confident in his victory already, “I’m afraid I’ll be the one wiping your tears.”

Days passed. Finally, the fateful day was here.

“Will you hurry up?” he urged you. “I’m already on my way,” you replied, annoyed at being rushed by him. Why were you two walking to the scene in the first place? “Come on, we don’t have all day,” he continued. You rolled your eyes. Not everybody had the privilege of having stilts for legs. Still, you sped up in order to catch up to him.

“This is the place,” Satoru pointed out, stopping abruptly. He held his arm out in front of you, as if to keep you out… if one was delusional enough, the gesture could have been interpreted as a protective one. Promptly, you shook your head. There was no time for such thoughts. You could daydream later—focus was more important now.

“There are still people inside. We need to evacuate them first,” he inferred, looking into your eyes. Your mind then switched to mission mode immediately.  “Then we can take it down together.”

You nodded; even without verbal communication, the allocation of tasks was successfully conveyed. Vanishing from his sight, you were off to evacuate anyone that was left in the vicinity. Sure, Satoru could find the curse and get rid of it on his own. Then he would have won the bet easily. However, something in your gut told you that he wouldn’t do that. He could be fair… sometimes—even if it was for his own enjoyment. Admittedly, he wasn’t a bad partner on missions; he just wasn’t the greatest personality-wise. But he certainly had a charm to him. That’s how he unknowingly wrapped you around his finger…

The evacuation went as smooth as it could—with one or two stray bullets that would not listen, as per usual. Since you had already done this lots of times, you were able to finish up quickly and get the civilians to safety with the help of the assistants: the Windows.

“I’m here,” you announced to him as soon as you were back. And you were right! He just leaned against a wall, waiting for you. “About time. I almost thought you wouldn’t come anymore because you got scared shitless. You ready to take this thing down?” He asked. You smirked at him, “You bet I am. Ready to kick your sorry ass.”

Chuckling, he swung himself into a proper standing position. “Alright. I see you’re being as feisty as ever. Remember: The loser will have to do whatever the other person wants after all this is over,” the tall teenager reminded you with a cocky grin. Oh, he was so sure that he would win. His eyes gleamed with excitement and he was ready to fight this curse to ensure his oh-so-sweet victory over you. Of course, he had already thought of his prospective prize.

As if on cue, the curse appeared behind him and roared. In the blink of an eye, two giant claws came swinging at Satoru. You didn’t hesitate to activate your own cursed technique, successfully blocking the slash attack at frightening speed.

“Mark me impressed,” Satoru laughed. It wasn’t his first time seeing you in action but he couldn’t help but tease you, “You’re still not on my level but it’ll do.”

You rolled your eyes, “You say this every time we’re partnered up. Doesn’t it get old?”

He simply laughed as you both dodged an incoming blow. The two of you continued to face off with the curse. Before long, both of you had landed blows on the enemy. He was holding back for some reason—that’s what you thought—otherwise you were sure that this level of curse would have been taken care of by his hands already. It was neither weak nor was it anything drastically above your level. There was one thing you were sure about: He was stalling—and you played right into his games. But your pride wouldn’t let you drop out of the bet. 

It wasn’t long until the curse crumbled to dust. You panted a little, looking at the white-haired sorcerer. The enemy was gone now but he didn’t look like he had broken a single sweat. He dusted himself off and straightened his posture.

“Now about that winner and loser thing…” he began, “I think you can guess the winner.”

You huffed. Damn. Despite holding out well, your plan was a failure. But a bet was a bet, right? “Fine, what do you want me to do?” you probed. He wouldn’t ask you to do bizarre things for him, right?

Satoru tapped his chin, pretending to think, when in reality he had already known before the fight even started. You looked like you poured your whole heart into winning, so he couldn’t help but hold back a little.

“Then… how about going out for ice cream? It’s on me. I think I deserve ice cream after working so hard,” he finally spoke. At first, you thought your brain was playing pranks on you. “Wait,” you paused, “Are you asking me out as your prize for winning the bet?”

A playful grin spread on his face. “You could definitely say that.” He specified, “But I also just really like ice cream on a summer day and I think we deserve some. What, are you chickening out now?”

You looked at him quizzically, questioning whether this was a joke on his part. You felt your heart speed up and the tips of your ears became warmer by the second. “Fair. A win is a win. I guess I’ll go have ice cream with you,” you muttered. Was he scheming something? Did he… perhaps like—

He chuckled and proceeded with a half-teasing tone, “You guess?” The laughter that followed after was soft. “We gotta report back first and then we can go.” Without further ado, he turned on his heel and walked away. The grin that was on his face was not visible to you. “Ugh, shut up,” you grumbled, still somewhat flustered. Nevertheless, you followed him. This damn heart wouldn’t let you rest.

The briefing didn’t take long at all—the mission was a success. After making a report, the two of you headed to a nearby ice cream store. As you stood in line waiting for your sweet cold treat, you looked at his face. He was even better looking than you originally thought. Come to think of it, you might have never looked at him from up close. Suddenly, he turned to you. “What flavor are you getting?” Satoru asked curiously.

You looked at him and answered, “Lime with mint.” It was one of your favorite flavors.

“Lime with mint, huh?” he repeated and looked towards the sky as if you had just asked him a deeply philosophical question he needed to ponder about. “Not a bad choice. I’m getting mango. Can’t go wrong with that.” He paid for the ice cream, as promised, and guided both of you to a nearby bench so you could enjoy the treat. His eyes were positively gleaming with delight after he sat down. It was happiness that resembled yours whenever you got ice cream. “Why lime with mint?” Satoru wondered. With a shrug, you replied, “I just like lime. With mint in it, it’s more refreshing in summer. Have you ever tried?”

Satoru shook his head, so you allowed him to have a taste. You could pinpoint the exact moment when he realized that your statement was the truth: It was nice and refreshing indeed. He made a mental note that your ice cream taste was impeccable. “Any other flavor you enjoy?” he probed. It took a moment of thinking until you came up with something, “Matcha ice cream. I like mango too.”

“Good call. Mango is one of my favorites for sure,” he said as he took a bite of his scoop of ice cream.

“I’m wondering,” you said aloud, “why did you choose to ask me out as your reward? I expected… actually, I don’t know what I expected but it was definitely something else.”

The sorcerer pondered, thinking about how to phrase it. “Like what?” he asked. “I don’t know. Maybe kissing your ass, being your accomplice for pranks or something like that. That would be on-brand for you,” you joked. You would have never expected such a turn of events.

“That would have been an amazing idea, actually,” the guy mused. In retrospect, it would have been better if you hadn’t said anything to not fuel his dumb ideas. “You absolute jackass! Nobody wants to kiss your ass!”

Even though you should have expected such a reply coming from him, you couldn’t help but feel a tiny bit scandalized at the mental image of you kissing his rear. Gross. You shook your head to get rid of the imagery.

And yet, your curiosity hadn’t been quenched at all. As impatient as you were about his reply, you further probed him on the matter, “So… about my question…?”

As if to hide any embarrassing feelings, your opposite snickered. “Right… about that…” he cleared his throat, “I just kinda like our banter a lot… and you. So I figured that I should just shoot my shot. ‘What are they gonna say? No?’ was what I thought but see, a bet’s a bet! And I won!”

Oh. Oh.

Your eyes widened. So it was like that. 

Gojo Satoru? The Gojo Satoru? The conceited prick Satoru? Your crush Satoru? And you? Together? Never in a hundred years. But… it’s not like you had any right to complain about it, seeing as your heart was threatening to break out of its bony confinement.

“Hey, hey, hey. No need to look so surprised. I’ve been trying to get closer to you, didn’t you notice?” he asked, tilting his head to the left side, as if to get a better glimpse of your surprised expression.

“You thought being the most annoying prick to ever walk on Earth would do the trick?” Your jaw dropped. A strange expression of surprise flitted across your face for a split second. He shrugged his shoulders, “Well, it definitely worked—after all I got your undivided attention, didn’t I?”

Flabbergasted—that’s what you were. However, your composure quickly made a comeback and you could only laugh. A million-watt grin greeted you. Damn this man. He knew how to charm you, intentionally or not. “It sure did, you know! But not in the most positive light… Instead of calling me weak, you could have asked me what my favorite color is, what my favorite food is or something like that… Things normal people do!” you told him truthfully. Rather than arguing back, Satoru raised his free hand in defense, “I didn’t say you were weak, I just said you’re not on my level!”

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrow and he quickly dropped the topic. Deciding to take your advice to heart, he asked you about your favorite cake and any ‘hidden gems and recommendations’, as he called them. The sudden change in topic threw you off a little, but as long as he tried, right? You were almost inclined to reward him with a good noodle star. Not that you’d do that. In place of that, you opted to go with the alternative: provide him with the information he asked for. So you thought about it carefully before answering him. He listened intently.

“I’ll keep those in mind. Making a mental list for the next time we hang out,” he grinned at you, tapping his temple. “You want to hang out again? I’m not boring you out of your mind yet?” you asked puzzledly, still in disbelief that he showed actual interest in you outside of work. “Why wouldn’t I want to?” He seemed slightly confused and raised a white eyebrow.

“Do you not want to?” He glanced at you with his bright, sparkling eyes. The notion of spending more time with you excited him. The enthusiasm was reflected in his cerulean eyes. When you thought about it, it only made sense, considering he had just confessed that he found you intriguing. “I just assumed you couldn’t stand me because I wasn’t as strong as you because you kept being mean to me,” you admitted somewhat shyly.

“I’m not that mean!” He said, acting shocked, though you noticed he was trying to hide a chuckle.

After a few seconds, Satoru sighed and clarified, “I can be a bit mean at times but I promise I never hated you or anything.” He smiled and you swore it was a smile that could threaten to make your knees a bit weak. Lucky for you that you were sitting on a bench. It was almost unfair how blessed he was with good looks. He continued, “I actually enjoy your company. You’re interesting and fun and I can tell you’re not afraid to bite back but you can be friendly if you want to. If anything, I like that a lot about you.”

A slight feeling of abashment prompted you to avoid his gaze. This was unusual. You weren’t used to him being so openly kind. “You know, I’d think I prefer you teasing me… without being straight up rude,” you confessed. His eyes widened briefly. Yet, a smirk soon returned to his face, “I see. You’re a masochist. Just kidding! I can definitely do that. It’ll be interesting to see how you react to me teasing you.”

Of course, you wouldn’t let that sit on you and you bit back, “Don’t expect me not to fight back, though.” And there it was, the slightly awkward atmosphere from earlier dissipated and everything returned to your usual banter.

Satoru clicked his tongue, “Trust me, I don’t expect you to be anyone but yourself. But I’m still looking forward to what you’ll do when I tease you, though.” He winked. “Not only are you an interesting person, but you’re fairly cute too.”

Who? You? “Huh?” you blurted out, baffled at the sudden compliment. With the way he was grinning at you, he had to be messing with you since he enjoyed seeing your reactions. “Did I say something wrong? I wasn’t lying. You’re adorable. Do you think you’re not?” Oh, he was definitely messing with you.

“Not really,” you shot back. You knew you weren’t ugly but hearing a compliment from someone as stunning as Satoru was something else. But cute and adorable…? That wasn’t exactly the best way to compliment someone you wanted to get attention from. If anything, it fueled something almost akin to spite within you. You felt the urge to tease him back.

“Come on, it was a genuine compliment from me. That’s gotta count for something, doesn’t it?” he pouted. You couldn’t detect any kind of indication that he was lying. “Thank you, you’re not so bad yourself,” you complimented him back. “Really?” he let out a gasp that was obviously fake, “I’m not so bad?”

You nodded, prompting the white-haired man to raise his eyebrow as he contemplated. “You’re right, I’m not bad,” he nodded in agreement with you. 

“I am great,” he said, a smirk forming on his face.

You chuckled, “You know. I think if it wasn’t for your foul personality, I would have fallen for you long ago.”

“Foul personality?” Satoru gasped as he brought a hand to his chest to grab it. “Maybe you’re just as mean as I am!” A laugh escaped from your throat and it was like music to his ears. “I never said I was nice, did I?” you fired back at him and he couldn’t help but grin. “See? I think I like you more when you're sassy. Maybe we're not as different as you thought,” he spoke. After a moment, he added, “I wouldn't mind if you treated me like this all the time. I could even get used to it.”

“So the great Gojo Satoru likes being degraded, I see. Noted,” you teased him again. One of his hands moved to his mouth to cover it, pretending to be horrified. He leaned forward and you could see a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I don’t think ‘degradation’ is the right term here; I just enjoy teasing you and... being teased by you. Is that so bad?” he asked. “Then,” you began and stood up, the ice cream was long finished. You placed your index finger beneath his chin, moving it up so he was facing you as you got closer to his face. He could feel your breath. “Do you like this?” you asked. Your goal was to get back at him for flustering you earlier. So why was your heart beating so fast?

“I think I do,” he simply said. His pale blue eyes seemed to peer at you, piercing you, as if looking for an answer to a question that had been left unasked. Despite being in a sitting position, he still radiated a confident aura. Suddenly the closeness you had created between the two of you was too much for you. Your body backed away automatically but you found yourself unable to move any farther from him—he didn’t let you. Instead, he reduced the gap between the two of you even more, slowly coming closer to you.

His fingers had already sneakily encircled your left forearm without you noticing. Mesmerizing eyes robbed you of your ability to move. You didn’t notice you held your breath until you needed to inhale sharply. Who was teasing who now? Caught like a deer in headlights, adrenaline rushed through your veins as anticipation clouded your mind. That was the moment you realized that you were into him more than you’d like to admit. You swore you could hear your heartbeat pounding loudly in your ears. The tension became too much and the ringing in your ears amplified and—

And then he closed the gap between you. Your brain blacked out. All you could think about was his lips on yours. Saying that you didn’t like his lips melting into yours was a lie. Satoru was leaving a sweet hint of his mango-flavored ice cream for you to taste, as if to claim you as his.

After a few seconds, Satoru broke the kiss. The shit-eating grin on his face was telling. “I think I liked this more though. You should let me do that more often. Maybe every day,” he winked at you. He looked at your frozen expression and chuckled; he genuinely had fun flirting with you. Still dazed from the kiss, your brain was unable to conjure any thoughts. All you knew was that you wanted—no, it was a need to kiss him again. As if your body would be set ablaze if you didn’t listen to your desire, your lips chased his and you kissed him again.

Satoru blinked. He was a bit taken aback at first but quickly returned the kiss, closing his eyes. After all, he had just boldly said that he wanted to do it more often. When you broke the kiss, he leaned forward before speaking. You noticed that the tip of his ears were a little red. It was a cute detail that you wouldn’t have noticed from afar.

“Damn, you’re a really good kisser,” the sorcerer said in a low voice, smiling at you. “Can I try again?” he asked, the smile still adorning his face. “All good things come in threes, I suppose,” you smiled back at him and leaned in again. Who would have thought that you would kiss this guy?

Without hesitation, the sitting Satoru pulled you into his lap and he kissed you again, heart beating faster with each passing second. After a few moments, he pulled away.

“Yeah, three sounds like a good number… but I prefer Infinity,” he said breathlessly. His cheeks were slightly flushed, a sign that he was enjoying himself. The white-haired adolescent reached up and pulled a stray strand of hair out of your face and tucked it behind your ear. He playfully added, “We should do this more often. Don't you agree?”

“Now you’re just being greedy!” you joked as you hit his chest playfully. It was only now that you noticed that his Limitless technique wasn’t in effect. “Greedy? Who? Me? Never!” he gasped again, pretending to be hurt over your accusation. “You hit me pretty hard there. I could have gotten hurt…” He glanced at the hand you used to hit him, “Do you want me to hit you too? Or maybe I should ask for damage compensation?”

You could tell he wasn’t serious by the way he smiled. “If you go on and hit me with your lips, then sure. Alternatively, I can offer lip service as compensation. Choose your poison, choose your hell.”

For a moment, he looked at you with mock horror. Then, he broke out in laughter at your statement. “Actually, that first one sounds like a good idea. I’ll go ahead and hit you with my lips then. But gently. Because I’m a gentleman.” He tenderly placed his two hands at the side of your face and slowly pulled you closer to him. Tilting his head slightly, he leaned in until your lips met. It was very gentle and your heart was filled with excitement, with exhilaration, as he kissed you. As your hands gripped his uniform tightly, you slowly lost yourself in the kiss, getting drunk on his lips. Maybe you should curse him for being a good kisser.

Satoru ended the kiss with a peck on the corner of your mouth and looked at you with a soft gaze, the softest you had ever seen on him. The dazed look on your face made him laugh again, “Don’t get too drunk on my kisses.” Stroking your cheeks with his long fingers, he laughed once again when he saw your pouting face, “You’re adorable, you know that?”

“Correct me if I’m wrong but you’re not entirely unaffected by kissing me,” you stated as-a-matter-of-factly and raised an eyebrow at him, crossing your arms. Being called out like this was embarrassing but it was pretty clear that you weren’t the only one affected with how the tips of his ears became slightly redder with each time you touched lips.

His lips formed a smile, “They’re addictive, if I’m being honest. I don’t… I don’t want to stop kissing you. I could do this all day, every day.” 

“If kissing me is addictive, then I think I’m doing a great job at affecting you,” you chuckled. The way your mouth moved as you spoke and the way the corners moved upwards to form a cheeky smile; he couldn’t take his eyes off. His heart thumped loudly in his chest, his thumb moved along the corner of your mouth. He couldn’t stop staring, the urge to lay his lips on yours once more strong. “You’re fun to be around. I like you, a lot. I’m enjoying how I feel when I’m close to you. I love whatever effect you have on me,” he spoke clearly.

He was fixated, enchanted, spell-bound even. “Is… Is this a confession?” you asked, hopeful eyes peering up at his. You took notice of the entranced look on his face. He blurted out, “I think I already fell for you a while ago.” As he realized what he had done, his eyes widened in shock and he wanted to slap his palms on his mouth, but he didn’t because that meant letting go of you. This time, it wasn’t fake shock but he genuinely didn’t think he’d blurt it out like that. But it was okay, because you liked him too. What was the use of pretending you didn’t?

“I think that makes two of us then,” as you admitted it, you felt your ears blazing with heat. “I’m saying that I like you too.” 

It took him a moment to process in his brain. Despite being academically clever and praised for his intelligence and wit in battles, you found it took him rather long to work out the meaning behind your words. “I knew you liked me, despite your sass.” No need to hide it now that he’d taken a look inside your heart. “We’re a dangerous duo,” the sorcerer noted, amused by his realization. You agreed with him, “Just two flirty kids who give trouble a run for its money.”

“Hey,” he suddenly began after a few moments, “Have you ever dated someone before? Are there any current or ex boyfriends I need to be worried about?” Satoru’s voice came out softly and he looked at you, awaiting an answer that would please him… because if not… he felt his heart drop at the thought. You wouldn’t… right?

Uncertainty clouded his mind as he looked at your face. “I have dated someone before but it didn’t work out. I’m not seeing anyone at the moment,” you clarified and wagged your index finger at him. “And honestly, even if there was… I think you’d do a great job at keeping them away,” you added.

And then, relief washed over him. With hindsight, he should have asked that before kissing you—a small part inside him admonished him for it but his heart couldn’t help but leap at your words. Quickly recomposing himself, he grinned back at you, “I bet with all the sass, sarcasm and cheekiness you’ve got, you can keep them away just as easily by yourself.”

Obviously, you had a comeback up your sleeve, “I never said I couldn’t. But you’d do a decent job at it. Because anyone would be scared of a tall white-haired dude who is full of himself.”

A hearty laugh came out of his throat; he expected nothing less from you. You were good at getting back at him in the most entertaining and beautiful ways. There was no doubt that you were able to handle his ‘foul’ personality well. “So we’re both good at keeping guys away from us, huh? You really do think I’m full of myself, don’t you? So why didn’t you reject me before?” he questioned. “Judging from what happened earlier… I might not be that good at keeping guys like you away from me. I wasn’t born with your technique after all. And I’m not sure if I want to keep away a guy named Gojo Satoru from me,” you grin at him and pinch his cheek gently.

“I’m flattered,” he fake-sniffed and then he leaned even closer, “So did I hear that correctly? You don’t want to keep a tall, almighty and handsome guy like me away from you? Hm?”

“No, I don’t want to keep you away from me. But I think if we dated, we’d be dangerous to other people. Our superiors wouldn’t approve of it, I am sure,” you mused. It was logical but Satoru gave you a bizarre look, “And you care about what some old farts have to say? Strange thing to be worried about when you’re someone who usually fires back right away.”

“I was just saying. I don’t care about what they think; I like playing dangerously. Wouldn’t be in this line of work if that wasn’t the case,” the words coming out of your mouth made him feel delighted. The smug look on your face only added to it.

“That makes us a dangerous duo, huh? The perfect pair to take down curses and cause trouble, I kinda like that,” he clicked his tongue as he finished speaking. The thought of the two of you wreaking havoc was fun and thrilling, admittedly. Principal Yaga was sure to get white hair at this rate—not that Satoru cared too much about it, as long as the old man didn’t die of shock or cardiac arrest.

“You bet,” you shot him a cheeky smile. “Then it’s settled, wouldn’t you say? You and I are an amazing partner match, sweetheart. Just a danger to society,” Satoru established.

“That’s sort of ironic, considering that our job is to protect society as it is,” you remarked. And yet, it didn’t matter to you at all. All you felt at the moment was the pleasantness of the world, of Gojo Satoru’s presence and coming clean with your feelings.

“Hey, since you brought it up already… I’m going to assume that you’re fine with dating me…?” He briefly looked at the ground, then back at you. The little bit of uncertainty in his tone was almost cute to you. For the first time, the usually cocky and confident platinum—haired sorcerer wasn’t so sure about his words in front of you. Seeing him like this wasn’t so bad, you noticed.

You got on your tiptoes to gently place a peck on his cheek. Your actions were contradictory to your following question: “What makes you think you’re worthy of being my boyfriend?”

You were only teasing him, hoping that your sweet kiss was answer enough. Part of you hoped that he got the playful tone in your voice. But when he glanced down at you as you struggled to reach his lips on your tiptoes, a wide grin spread across his face as you leaned in and kissed him. His heart raced as he snaked his two arms around your waist to steady you.

With an eye smile so boyish that it made you blink once, twice, Satoru was quick to respond, “Opposite day already passed, you brat. I think it’s only fair to deduce that if I’m worthy of your kiss, I’m most likely good enough to be your boyfriend.”

“Hmmm, you think so?” you grin mischievously at him and slung your arms around his neck. Your goal was to rile him up a little, it was in your nature to be a little annoying about it.

“I’d say a kiss is a good sign, sugar,” he retorted with a sassy tone in his voice. He tightened his arms around your waist, effectively hugging you closer to him. There was no escape for you—not that you wanted to flee from him anyways. On the contrary: You rested your head on his shoulder.

“Then I think it’s in order that my official boyfriend kisses me now and goes on a date with me,” you murmured into his ear. A slight movement indicated that he was reacting to your whisper. He gulped and swiftly got his cool back. “That can be arranged,” Satoru smiled as he moved his hands to the sides of your face and closed the gap once more. After separating from your lips, his arms moved back to their original spot.

He snickered to himself, “I can’t believe you’re so cheeky and smooth.”

You stuck your tongue out at him—and to him, you looked so adorable doing it. “Being a menace who is cheeky and smooth is my forte,” you claimed brazenly. “How does it feel to be my boyfriend?”

“Being handsome and strong is part of my job as the notorious kid from the Gojo clan. But being your official boyfriend was not in the job description when I signed up to be a sorcerer. I’ll take my incentive bonus payment in the form of love and affection from you,” he joked and nuzzled your nose. Satoru’s warm hands found yours and he didn’t hesitate to intertwine your fingers.

“Then I guess our first date will be a salary negotiation,” you laughed back at him. This was the start of something beautiful, but also the start of double trouble for some poor souls. Not that any of you cared anyway.

White tufts of hair and round sunglasses would accompany you more frequently from now on.

[moodymisty]

𝕽𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖇𝖊𝖗 𝕺𝖓𝖑𝖞 𝕸𝖊

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙| 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Part 1 of 5 - Part 2

Author's Note: It's here! The first chapter of the Yandere Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere Night Lord love triangle(corner) fic! It's going to be 4 chapters (5 actually you'll see tehe) and I drafted a good portion of it in advance so it should be smooth posting? We'll see. Enjoy!

Summary: A Night Lord becomes interested in you while you stand under the eyes of your Salamander guardian, and you find yourself stuck between two titans.

Relationship: Yandere!Salamander/Fem!Reader/Yandere!Night Lord

Warnings: Hints of nsfw at points, Yandere, Size differences, Very toxic suffocating relationship(s), Some knight/princess dynamics, Demeaning language, Both these guys have hero complexes, Violence blood and bruises and possibly death to say without spoilers

Word Count: 2068

Word travels fast aboard even the largest of ships, you had learned quite quickly.

Space marine legions are not fond of working with one another, was what you had learned first. Many times even different squads within this same Legion can butt heads, as different styles of commanding and battle conflict with one other. Salamanders often try and remain cordial when problems within them arise, but friction was and is inevitable.

The second, was Vulkan was apparently quite firm with his legion that they were to welcome their temporary allies with respect. At least that is what you’ve heard from any Salamander that you’ve heard mumbling as you pass by, or any that have given you a moment of their time. That’s all you know, and these tidbits of knowledge fail to put together a full picture that you can understand. Their lips have been quite tight other than the bare minimum they believe you need to know.

Or what you can get from them if you ask very nicely; Much like the Commissars and Lords you've dealt with over the years, it seems Salamanders aren't immune to a bit of flattery also. You just need to make sure he doesn't find out, as you know how displeased he gets whenever he finds out you went wandering around chattering with his brothers.

Speaking of...

You can ask him about it; You just need to wait for him.

He always visits you in the librarium, once his second round of training is concluded. He then goes for his five hours of rest, and the cycle restarts. Though even if it isn't that time, you know he still keeps a keen eye on you.

You don’t wish to bother him with an issue as seemingly meaningless as gossip, but none of your fellows have been able to piece together what's happening, as none of the Salamanders have loosened their lips about it in the slightest.

It's made you more than a bit unnerved; Knowing that something is wrong but no one will tell you what it is. The tenseness in your neck is worse, and sirens and calls once normal now make you jolt when they sound off.

The large piece of parchment in front of you remains nearly empty, apart from the crude outline. Commander Artellus's face is fresh in your mind, but you for some reason can't put it to parchment.

You hear the sound of harsh, heavy boots on the ground, and turn to see who you've been waiting for coming towards you. You shift in your seat and turn to see him coming.

“Ralkan; You’re back,”

You smile wide at him, a put down the pen you'd been fruitlessly trying to use. The way his eyes look down at you is warm, his helmet hanging on the side of his hip. He stands close to where you sit alone at the massive table, covered in a mess of materials. The ink in your well shakes with waves, when he steps closer.

“You should have been there this time. I feel like I'm missing something now without your curious looks.”

You smile even wider and laugh, remembering the time. He had outpreformed Salamanders his senior, and you wondered if he was overdue for an ascension in rank, or if he was simply showing off.

“I'll come next time. As long as your battle brothers don’t mind me seeing your training again.”

He places a massive gauntlet on your shoulderblades, thumb against the side of your neck.

"They won't, I am sure of it. Though I hope you'll reserve your cheering only for me again."

His hand brushes along the upper half of your back before it slides away, his chainsword hanging neatly on his back. He looks out the massive window to the vast reaches of space directly in front of your makeshift desk for a moment, before pulling his bolter off his thigh and checking it.

He’s always meticulous. He’s been trained into flawless discipline, and it shows in every aspect of his existence. From the way he keeps his thoughts closed to the way each piece of armor and each weapon must be meticulously maintained.

You can hear the mechanics of his armor shift as he moves, but you can only tolerate few more beats of the near silence before you can’t help it anymore. Your pen twirls in your hand as a soothing gesture before you speak up.

“Ralkan?”

You look up to him, sniffling from the disturbed dust in your nose. He turns to look at you as you abandon your parchment, and finally put pen down and place your ink stained hands in your lap.

You hesitate for a moment, pursing your lips and looking away from his hard gaze as he turns back to you.

“What is happening?”

He is genuinely confused by your question for a moment, before he realizes what it is you're asking about, and his face stiffens. But still he doesn't answer. It irks you; Thinking that he’s trying to keep this all from you. You add on to your earlier question.

“I know that you are going to be fighting alongside another legion, but why are all of you acting like it's something you're all dreading?”

Perhaps you might simply be a guest aboard this ship, gifted from Terra to a legion eager to put their deeds to written memory, but you wish to know more than the servitors do. You pull your hands from your lap and lightly slap the table with them, gripping the edge.

“Ralkan, Who are the Night Lords?”

It is so instantly apparent that you struck something in him, as his body visibly tenses and his face briefly flashes with anger as a legion's name other than his own leaves your tongue.

He makes eye contact with you, the burning red of his eyes making your curiosity waver. But you still want to know- need to know. He takes a step closer, and his left hand rests against the surface of the table. He lets out a tense breath.

“The Night Lords are the 8th legion. They," Ralkan tries to find the words, pausing for a moment. "The way they wage battle is in near direct opposition to us Salamanders."

He speaks the name with a stern, cold demeanor. It fills you with a hesitant sort of interest.

These legions; Have they really developed cultures so unique that they find themselves unrecognizable to each other?

“They have no respect. They will cull entire cities for the slightest infraction.” He looks to you, and he catches that your curiosity it still taking hold; You lack the fear that he's trying to instill in you.

He takes a step forward, and you can hear his armor hiss and grind as he lowers to a knee, now only a head taller than you as you sit. He puts his hand on your shoulder again, but it lacks the gentleness it had the last time, as he grabs tight and forces you to face him. You wouldn’t be able to pull away even if you wanted to; And while he is still trying to be gentle, his gauntlet still yearns to bruise your skin underneath your clothing. The seams of his armor dig into your flesh even through the fabric.

“They are going to be crawling over the ship soon. Do not let them even see you. You cannot run from them and they will know it.” His hand makes sure you can’t look even the tiniest bit away from him. “They will take advantage of your weakness. You must stay here, in your quarters, or close to me. I was charged with protecting you, and I will see it through.”

There’s not many places on this ship you go, at least without him. He is your guard, or perhaps more accurately your handler. He is in charge of making sure you don’t wander where you don’t belong, as even if the Salamanders have been welcoming to a remembrancer on their ship, they have their limits. For your safely and their privacy.

This ship- A world for giants, it isn't meant for someone like you either. Ralkan makes it a bit easier to navigate.

Though out of all the titles he's been given, he seems to enjoy calling himself your knight first and foremost. You assume it’s simply a part of their culture, you’ve heard other Salamanders call themselves knights as well. The tone is different, but you assume it’s simply Ralkan’s own brand of oddity. Perhaps he isn't fully cognizant of the intimate undertone behind saying such a thing to you.

Stuck in his grip, your nose wrinkles as you try to say something in defiance, to learn a bit more, but you know this it all you'll get from him. Even if you ask sweetly.

“I just wanted to know what was happening. I'll," You turn your face away from him and blow air from between your tight lips. "I'll stop the questions about it."

There isn’t much you can say otherwise in the matter anyhow. You want to trust him, and to listen to him, but perhaps it’s simply curiosity that makes you hesitate on the matter. Or naivety he probably assumes, as much as that irritates you.

He lets out an audible sigh of relief, and loosens the hand on your shoulder, it drifting up your neck before it cups your jaw. The other joins it on the opposite side, holding your face in his gauntlets. They're so gentle, even with cold ceramite between your skin and his.

“You know I do this to protect you, yes?” He continues, his eyes soft as they gaze over you. “I only want for you to be safe here. With me. I have seen these astartes before; I know what they are capable of.”

His eyes are warm, brow softened. You always enjoy when he looks at you this way, even if you might fear of what lays between you being far beyond the supposed title of knight and his charge. 

He leans forward, and his forehead touches your own. You feel like he wishes to do more, but is forcing it back. Your bare hand lays overtop of his gauntlet, and you smile at him.

But after a moment, he leans back away from you.

“I must leave now. My brothers and I are part of the battalion that is due to greet our temporary allies.” 

You so desperately don’t want him to leave, but at the same time, you wonder if the weight on your chest will finally dissipate if he does.

He rises, and in doing so also removes his hands from your jaw. His cape shifts behind him just barely brushing against the floor, and you swear you can hear the crackling of a vox channel in his helmet. His battalion must be calling for him.

“I will return soon. Please, do not forget what I have said.” You nod in understanding, and pick up your pen. He smiles at you after you do, and turns to leave. You turn to watch for a moment, until he's out of your sight. You turn back to face the table and let out a sigh, rubbing your jaw.

You didn’t want him to leave, but at times Ralkan can be so, suffocating. His very energy is that way, many of the astartes are, but Ralkan seems to have his grip around you particularly tight.

You sum it up to him being dedicated to the safely of their brand new remembrancer. The sheen of a new toy that hasn't worn off yet. Or perhaps him simply wishing to make sure you don't deviate from the path, and tread where you aren't welcome.

You assume the ladder, though the way he looks at you fills you with doubt.

You aren't opposed to him being fond, but he is so overwhelming. You might consider yourself lucky you think you feel the same way, as you don't know if you'd be able to get free of his grip if you didn't.

You don’t forget his words, but as you write word after word, and the drawing of Commander Artellus's face slowly forms, your mind begins to fall into the paper, and his voice becomes little more than a tickle in the back of your mind.

[strawberrywinter4]

Five Favorite Fics I’ve Written:

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. spread the self-love ❤

Thank you for the tag @naefelldaurk :) Here are my favorites that I’ve written (no particular order).

A Lovely Day in London (Johnlock. G, 2,408)

A 101 Dalmatian AU. Like the movie, it’s from Sherlock’s dog, Hugo’s, point of view. He decides Sherlock is in need of a companion since he’s noticed his owner’s loneliness and constant, unhealthy investment in his work. Hugo spots John Watson and his dog enjoying a walk along the street, and an idea comes to mind.

This is one of my favorites because I love the original film and this was a lot of fun to write. Also, this took a lot of time to put together since I wanted to get it as accurate and in character as possible. I liked how it turned out :)

Pick and Choose (Johnlock. M, 2,861)

John tries out speed dating, hoping to find a decent date. The only problem is, Sherlock arrives unexpectedly, striving to deduce all of John's potential lovers. Frustration on John's part is evident. And longing for the detective, but of course, John won't admit that.

This turned out a lot better than I thought it would. Even when I was proof-reading it, I made myself chuckle in some moments. This is from my Tumblr prompt list.

Melodies in the Dark (Lokius. E, 40,594)

A Rock Star AU. Rising rock star, Loki Laufeyson, is having difficulty keeping his reputation in check. His manager hires him one of the industry's most wanted agents, Mobius. M. Mobius. Loki is displeased by this arrangement and does everything he can to change this nonchalant man's mind about being his agent. However, Loki is struck with a growing attraction to the agent in this process. To his secret enjoyment, Mobius seems to be experiencing the same feelings.

Yes, this fic is still in the works, but it’s one of my favorites so far. I’m liking where it’s going and I only have five more chapters until I’ve finished it! So I’m really excited.

Beyond the Bay (Johnlock. E, 25,697)

Recently retired police officer, John Watson, stumbles upon an odd man named Sherlock Holmes when traveling by train on his way home. He concludes the detective is insane after having only one conversation with him, but can't help but be intrigued. Ignoring John's hesitance, Sherlock brings him along on an exciting case. Through this adventure, Sherlock doesn't bother to hide his palpable obsession with John while John tries to hide his growing feelings. What will happen when they both break, following their desires?

This was a blast to write, oh my goodness. I loved where this story took place and I loved the dynamic I established between these two. In the future, a second part is to come.

Unleash (Johnlock. M, 6,375)

Sherlock gets himself into a dangerous predicament, and John realizes how far he'd go for Sherlock Holmes, to protect him and keep him safe.

This was a deep-dive into John’s character and how one shouldn’t be fooled by his soft jumpers and friendly smile. I loved writing this.

Tagging: @totallysilvergirl @weeesi @lisbeth-kk

[artxlra]

Personal Faults | Ultraman : Rising | PART ONE

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“let us take a moment of silence for my sanity, please. it is gone – but definitely not forgotten.”

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switch it up┆ kenji sato claims someone needs an attitude adjustment. shouldn’t he check the mirror for that? what happens when an already overly worked and stressed and breadwinner (Y/N)’s daily routines starts revolving around the famous ken sato?

genre┆slow - burn romance ; canon storyline ; puppy love ; chaotic fluff; smut ; flirting ; enemies to lovers trope.

pairing ┆kenjisato x prof. sato assistant fem!reader ; kenjisato x citizen fem!reader ; kenjisato x positive manifesting fem!reader ; kenjisato x teleportating fem!reader. kenjisato x scar fem!reader

warnings ┆ mild cursing ; violence ; insecurities ; smut ; anxiety attacks ; drugs ; accident ; death ; emotional trauma ; mental trauma ; bullying ; injuries

word count ┆1,526

author’s note ┆this is my first ‘character x reader’ so I’m really excited. Also the warnings are for the story itself. Enjoy a little fluff for now. I have a ton of ideas coming up that I might make more than one story hehehe! I’ve seen a lot of fanfics so far and wanted to make mine fanfic more original so hope you guys like it ;)

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story codes ┆for your reading purpose

(Y/N) ◛ Your Name

(L/N) ◛ Your Surname

(S/N) ◛ Your Skin Colour

(H/N) ◛ Your Hair Colour

(S/N) ◛ Your Skin Colour

(OC/ O) ◛ Your office clothes outfit

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The sun of the summer season gently bathed the playground of the elementary school, casting a warm glow on the children who frolicked and played. Among them were a little girl with a thick scarf with a little Ultraman face crochet into the garmet that wrapped around her neck, (Y/N) (L/N), with her (H/C) curls cascading down her back, exuded a sense of innocence and wonder as she sat with a large book against one of the polls of the jungle gym while little Kenji with his spiky hair and mischievous grin, was always energetic with his lot of friends.

“Hey (Y/N)!” Kenji hangs backwards over the jungle bars as (Y/N) looks up with her (E/C) orbs with a pokerface and no response.

‘He’s like a tiny monkey.’ (Y/N) thought, sweatdropping at the way Kenji swayed over her.

“Wanna play Ultraman vs Kaiju!?” Kenji gave a goofy grin.

It was a children’s tag game famous in Japan. One person would be a kaiju, another would be Ultraman and the rest of the kids are civilians. The child designated as Kaiju has to tag another kid to become a civilian, meanwhile the other kid that is tagged will become the next kaiju. The person who is designated Ultraman can save a person from becoming a Kaiju by touching the person before the Kaiju kid touches the civilian kid. And so the process continues till the last Kaiju kid gives up the game.

“No.” (Y/N) huffed, going back to her book hiding her lower face into her scarf, earning a confused face from the boy.

“Why not!?”

“Cause every time we play, I always end up being the Kaiju!” (Y/N) whines displeased from the various prior events where she was pressurized into being the Kaiju. It actually irritated her, considering she was the weakest in athletics so running was never a strong suit.

But there was also another reason. But she refused to enlighten or inform anyone about it. Especially her peers.

“I’m just easy prey.” (Y/N) grumbles softly, her grip getting tighter on each end of the book, adding a complaint afterward, “And you’re always Ultraman! You’re too fast!”

“Pft,” Kenji slides forward to flip off the bars and land on his feet next to the sitting girl. He places both hands on his hips and in a teasing tone he mocks her, “It’s not our fault you’re so slow.”

However, beneath Kenji’s teasing nature, there was a hidden admiration for (Y/N) that he couldn’t quite understand. Perhaps it was her sparkling eyes, like two ethereal pools reflecting the beauty of the world around her.

“Hey Kenji-Kenji!” A group of kids scream across the playground, “C’mon! Bring (Y/N) already to play!”

“She doesn’t wanna play!” Kenji returns a loud response.

“What!?”

The bunch of kids make their way to the girl and boy.

“C’mon (Y/N)!” one of the other kids encouraged (Y/N), “Let’s play!”

“Yeah, (Y/N). Don’t be a spoil sport.”

“Okay! I gotta idea! ” Kenji’s eyes lights up with an idea, “How about you be Ultraman today?”

“Huh?” (Y/N) raises her eyebrows, her eyes darkening as Kenji points to himself and brags.

“Since you don’t wanna be Kaiju and I’m too fast – you’ll be Ultraman!”

“I don’t like that.” (Y/N) mumbles, her (H/C) strands overshadowing her eyes and Kenji scratches his head.

This girl was beyond his understanding.

“Man, you’re really stubborn. You hate Ultraman vs Kaiju that much?” Someone asked, causing a flicker of anger in (Y/N)’s (E/C) colored eyes who shot a disgusted glare.

“I don’t just hate the game, “ (Y/N) slams the book shut and stands up, “I hate Ultraman himself!”

Everyone gasps in shock. Kenji narrows his eyes, a sharp glare piercing directly to (Y/N) whose expression showed no regret on the statement she spat in response.

Kenji’s father being Ultraman, obviously earned a personal attack to the little boy’s family. little Kenji wasn’t taking a liking to it. In matter of fact, everyone didn’t take a liking to it. Surrounding kids who had heard the commotion stopped their games and sided on the Ultraman fans side.

Ultraman was a hero who saved and still protects the city from fierce kajius that wonder and attack the city. The whole city practically adores him.

Except for (Y/N) that is.

One against the rest of the elementary school.

This wasn’t what she wanted.

“How can you not like Ultraman!?” She hears the questions begins to flood, “Ultraman is our hero! He’s the best! You’re a loser!” “Ultraman never did anything wrong!” “She’s just a sore loser cause she doesn’t have super powers!”

‘They don’t know… It’s better that they don’t… They’ll never understand..’ (Y/N) held onto her book in one hand and touched her scarf around her neck unconsciously as her own thoughts echoed her mind. Her little fingers skimmed against the wooly garmet as she took a deep breathe.

Kenji glanced over his shoulder of the Ultraman fans and was actually inwardly curious why someone would hate Ultraman. He knew his dad was the best and he did everything in his power to protect everyone from the Kaijus. In a matter of fact, his attention was being drawn to the scarf around (Y/N)’s neck.

Who the heck wears a winter scarf in the middle of summer? And besides, she was claiming to hate Ultraman despite wearing a souvenir garmet of his.

“Why do you hate Ultraman, (Y/N)?” Kenji asks.

“That’s none of your business.”

“Just tell us.”

“Shut up and leave me alone,” (Y/N) backs away, clenching her book close to her and much to her dismay, Kenji steps forward towards her and gently grabs her scarf.

“If you hate Ultraman, why are you wearing this Ultraman scarf? Gimme the scarf if you don’t want it.” Kenji’s begins pulling it away. (E/C) orbs widened in distress as she felt the piece of clothing slither off her neck and instinctively her hand drops her book to the ground. Her palm slaps a sting and her tiny fingers clenched onto Kenji’s wrist as she begins to panick.

“Leave my scarf!” (Y/N) screams. This made Kenji irritated.

“No I won’t. You say you don’t like Ultraman. You don’t deserve this scarf.”

“Kenji, Leave it!”

“Never!”

This girl made no sense at all. She never made any sense to begun with and the little lotus eyed boy ignores her demand by using his other hand to pull the scarf by force.

Little (Y/N) wasn’t able to hold tight on the tug and as if in slow motion, the scarf waved against the breeze in Kenji’s grasp as (Y/N) fell to the ground at an angle.. Kenji’s eyes were drawn to a large scar that was in view directly in front of him. (Y/N) had a scar that carved into her (S/C) skin, a darker shade than her normal skin, stretching like a river from the side of her neck and disappearing under the back of her shirt, descending along her entire back.

“WHAT IS GOING ON!?” A voice began ascending towards the commotion, one of the teachers coming on duty but there was no response from the children.

They were too stunned to speak. From the noisy commotion that was bustling minutes ago, was now engulfed by silence.

All silent but little (Y/N).

Who was now on the brink of tears. As the salty droplets welled up in her eyes, the magnitude of situation hit her like a tidal wave. She didn’t want anyone to see the scary scar she got from two weeks ago, even so when it was still healing. She felt like a delicate flower trampled upon by the weight of Kenji’s action. In that moment, Sakura’s face crumpled, her rosy cheeks dampened, and her innocent eyes transformed into pools of sadness.

For Kenji, witnessing (Y/N)’s tears was like a punch to the gut. His heart sank, and a heavy cloud of guilt settled over him. He never intended to hurt her so deeply. In that instant, he realized the weight of his sudden action – even if he didn’t understand what the problem was.

“Hey (Y/N),” the teacher worriedly crouch down to the girl, “Are you okay?”

The girl’s only response was a hiccup of her cries as she attempted to hide her scar with her hands. Trying to block it from everyone’s view.

But that wasn’t going to help erase their memory of that scar they saw now. They were definitely going to make fun of her now. Laugh at the ugly scar on her neck and back.

‘It’s all his fault.’

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21 YEARS LATER

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“Catch an exclusive interview on the new member of the Giants – Ken Sato!”

The Television audio escalated the room of the admin office of a small company that had been watching the interview of Ken Sato. The workers were hyped for the interview.

All but one.

(Y/N) in her favorite (OC/C) sat at her desk across the room of the commotion and scrowled having to listen to the interview regardless of whether she liked it or not. She rolls her eyes and continues typing on her keyboard, rather roughly as her annoyance escalated to her skin.

[gallifreyianrosearkytiorsusan]

My Sunshine

Author's notes: Alpharius in Living Water AU. T hank you to @egrets-not-regrets for letting me borrow Mara the Harpy Elder. :)

Past =-= Next

Warnings: None that I can think of. Let me know if you need me to add anything.

Summary: Zariel and his brothers enjoy time with their and pestering the Scout-lings. One in particular is their favorite to harass.

Tagged: @barn-anon, @bleedingichorhearts, @c-u-c-koo-4-40k, @egrets-not-regrets, @kit-williams,

Tagged continued: @sleepyfan-blog, @whorety-k, @ms--lobotomy @bispecsual @thevoidscreams

Tagged continued: @i-am-a-dragon34, @gra93fruit-blog

Zariel decides to uncurl from around his lovely Lana as he goes stalking after Claude. Of all the Scout-lings, when he or the others in his squad stalk after him. The little Raven spots them first and has the most displeased scowl on his face and zoom off to find his battle buddy to have help getting the mean old Alpha legionary to back off.

“Why don't you spar with me yourself, Claude?” Zariel asks, pitching his voice in a taunting tone.

“I don't want you to touch me,” Claude retorts.

“We don't have cooties or a touch born Plague for you to worry about,” Zariel says half amused.

“I don't want you to steal my face,” Claude says, still scowling at him and moving swiftly through the water 

“Now that's silly,” Zariel says amused,”Why do you think I need to touch you in order to do that?”

Claude scowls at him again, “I want as little to do with you and your squad as possible. Leave me alone.”

“I’ll back off for now,” Zariel says raising his hands, a smirk on his stupid teal scaled face as the older Space Marine swims off.

Claude doesn’t relax until after Zariel has fully swum into the air and started to flirt with Lana again. Good that will distract the First Born Marine for hours and he can finish helping the Gannet Harpies with their chores, easily lifting heavy weights and carefully, delicately setting them down where they asked him to put them.

Mara calls him over after a few more hours of work, noticing how twitchy and upset he’s been getting lately, “What’s the matter Claude?”

She isn’t the only to notice that Claude seems to be particularly upset by the Alpha Legionaries and how those same older mers tend to harass the poor fledgling. He takes in a couple of deep breaths as he tries to figure out what to say.

“The… Zariel and his squad keep bugging me,” Claude says as he rubs his face, “I… think for my own peace of mind, I’m going to have to tap out of helping you all for a while… until they decide they are bored with me.”

“If you think that’s best,” Mara says, peering up at him. “I could talk to Lana to see if she can get them to back off?”

“That will only partially work,” Claude says, “but I’d appreciate it if you would. I’ve fold them before that I don’t want to have anything to do with them, but they b-... they won’t listen much. They back off, only to try again later.”

He knows from his fellow Primaris Marines, those who also were cursed with teal in their scales, unless they focused to become different. That physical touch, even if both of them are in armor, a mental link is formed between both. Telepathic communication and other benefits and drawbacks can arise with such a thing.

Claude knows that Zariel is the highest ranking, and strongest personality of the squad of Alpha legion Space Marines in this squad. He knows that Zariel will realize as soon as he touches Claude, or one of his squad does, what Claude has.

The trainers warnings ring in his ears, of what the Chaos or Renegade First Born Alpha legion troopers would do, could do, to them if it’s ever found out that the Mechanicum, in all their infinite wisdom decided to mix Holy, Loyal, Primarch Geneseed, with despicable, Treacherous and Deamon Primarch gene-seed. Not that most knew what it was they had. 

The voices giggle and cackle in his ear, crooning that change is inevitable, and unless he wants to avoid the Gannet Harpies until Lana either decides she’s sick of the Alpha Legion First Born, or she dies and that same squad leaves for another potential bond that something must give. 

He’s glad that at least Cedric knows and still cares for him. Even the unsightly parts that have him wishing he was something, someone else. Cedric has said that he should talk to the others, and should show them that Jophiel of all of them would understand as he has similar self image and body issues. 

But he… can’t. The fear of Rejection, the way that they reacted to the First Born Alpha Legion Troopers had… been eye opening. He’s been… hiding what he truly is for decades. They are likely to react, understandably, poorly for this deception of his. 

He snaps out of his spiral as he hears Lana’s voice, as she’s firmly talking to Zariel and focuses on her words as she continues to speak, a stern look on her face. Mara beside her, the elder Harpy also looks disappointed in the first born Alpha legion space marine.

“-ow many times do I need to tell you this?” Lana continues, “Claude doesn’t want  to interact with you! He’s stated it in multiple different ways and methods. If he decides to change his mind, then he will approach on in his own time. Leave. Him. Be.”

“But Lana,” Zariel whines at her, his teal eyes wide and pleading, “I just want to get to know the little brother, I mean cousin better.”

“Brother?” Mara says with a light trill cocking her head to the side as she says that.

“All younger space marines are either brother’s or cousins,” Zariel says by way of explanation with a shrug and a gesture with one of his tentacles. “I don’t know why I said brother, when he’s a little cousin from the Raven Guard.”

“Must of been a slip of the tongue, then,” Mara muses.

Meanwhile, Claude just barely able to contain himself as he almost felt like both of his hearts were about to burst from his chest after they stopped for a moment or two when Zariel had referred to him accidentally as a little brother, not cousin.

From what Zariel continues to say, he hadn’t… he and the other First Born Alpha Legion Space Marines don’t know what he is. At least not consciously. Fuck. He needs to get away from rock and stay away for a while. Likely months, if not years, if he can speak with Cedric and see what they can do to coordinate things so that when he does visit the Rock, that they aren’t nearby.

“I… have to go,” Claude tells one of the other Gannet Harpy cousins.

“Are you sure?” Leo says, frowning up at him, “You look like you just saw an Orca.”

“Ah- no, I could fight and win against that,” Claude says confidently, “It’s just…”

“The Alpha Legion Space marines are bothering you again?” Leto finishes, they had landed nearby, having heard the pair of them talking. “You know, running from them won’t help in the long run, no matter how tempting it is.”

“... I just don’t want to confront them right now,” Claude says, “And it’s up to five on one, and they are… older and can be very dangerous if provoked. Besides, they have a bond with Lana. They can be very territorial.”

[spacemagicandlaserswords]

Open and Waiting (Chapter 3)

Summary: Tech is an Intelligent Dom in more ways than one, Hunter decides he’s had enough casual voyeurism for one day, and you continue to be a good little cockwarmer while remembering that time Crosshair spanked you.  

Relationship: Tech x f!reader, a little bit of Hunter x f!reader, mentions of Crosshair x f!reader, Echo x f!reader and Wrecker x f!reader

Warnings: NSFW, cock warming, voyeurism, domination, submission, Dominant Tech, submissive reader, restraints, collar, wrist cuffs, sexual inexperience, inexperienced reader, naked reader, voyeurism, poor self-worth, spiralling thoughts, feelings, smut with feelings, polyamory, little bit of verbal degradation, praise kink, pretend sci-fi technology/science, pretend Star Wars planets and locations, not beta read, no use of y/n. Mentions of: Oral training, dildos, soft domination, finger sucking, fingers in mouth, spanking, impact play, humiliation, degradation, boot licking, penetration, after care, bruises, vaginal fingering, bacta as lube, video recording of sexual acts.   

Word Count: 1714 (Chapter 3)

Author’s Notes: Please read the warnings! And please let me know if you enjoyed it. Behold, more filth. 

I also wanted to make it clear that everything depicted in this fic is consensual and has been enthusiastically consented to by everyone involved. A lot of what is in this fic could be seen as quite intense, depending on your levels or limits *looks at the giant wall of warnings*. Please know that everyone involved is actively participating in safe kink practices and many open, honest and clear conversations are had between everyone, even if it is not explicitly described in the fic. If it helps, I have a background context detail for this AU that Tech maintains an up to date list of everyone's hard limits, interests and requests, and makes sure everyone's kink contracts are revisited every month and updated if required. None of the Batch tease him for it because they all take safe kink practices very seriously. I hope this comes across in the writing, both in previous and future chapters, but I also wanted to be clear about it here as well.  

Chapters: One, Two, Four, Five, Six | Ao3  

Open and Waiting (Chapter 3)

A hand immediately descends on my head, preventing any hint of movement and halting any further thoughts of trying to take more of Tech’s cock deeper into my mouth. There’s a weight to his hand, a solid presence and a warning. He knew exactly what I’d been trying to do. Sir had been unequivocally clear that I was not allowed to move and I’d just skirted very close to breaking that rule. 

Oh kark, I’ve displeased him. I can’t bear disappointing him and the punishment that follows is always Tech’s own special combination of humiliation, control and mental domination. He knows exactly how to slowly and painstakingly unravel me, all while ensuring that I’m the one begging for my descent into delirium. It always leaves me ruinously shattered and I really just wanted to be a good girl and warm his cock for him. I was doing so well. Why do I always try to bite off more than I can chew? Both metaphorically and literally, in this case. Though I am absolutely not moving anything now, especially not my jaw or mouth. Why did I have to try and push it further and do more? Tech explicitly told me not to move. I’m already pleasing him, why did I have to try and go further? It’s not like I—

Tech’s precise voice cuts through my spiralling thoughts. 

“Our submissive has been doing exceptionally well with their oral training and has been diligent and dedicated in their practice. She has shown consistent and admirable improvement in the length and depth that she is able to be orally penetrated. I am quite pleased with her progress and have no doubt she will turn into an excellent cock slut in time and with continued guidance."

The praise hits me deep in the chest, flaring out to run down my arms and I can’t stop myself from preening at his words. Tech knew. Of course he knew. He’s far too intelligent not to notice when my brain starts running away from me. 

“Hmmm, she’s pretty good already.” Hunter adds. “And watching her suck away at those training dildos that can be mounted to the walls is always a good watch.”

“Yes. Those were an excellent invention of mine.” Tech confidently replies.

“Do you think you’d be able to install a hidden or quick release one on the side of a chair in the cockpit?” asks Hunter. “I prefer to keep her at my knee and it’s easier to control her movement when she’s close by.”

Another shiver runs over my naked skin at the thought. I do enjoy serving at Hunter’s knee. It’s a remarkably peaceful and calming experience. One that has nearly caused me to fall asleep on more than a few occasions. We usually do it when he takes watch. Sitting at his feet, my body leaning against his leg and my head resting against the side of his knee, the blue lights of hyperspace dancing behind my eyelids. Hunter usually keeps me in place with a single hand on my head or wrapped around the nape of my neck. Sometimes I’ll end up sucking on his fingers. Other times he’ll gently run the pad of his thumb or fingers up and down my tongue and I end up drooling on his armour or the floor. I often worry about making a mess but he always reassures me that it doesn’t bother him at all. If anything, it’s actually a good thing. Apparently, all the sensations help to ground him. Having one particular impression to focus on helps to reduce the rest of his senses to background noise. If that’s what it takes to lessen the constant barrage of feedback on his enhanced senses and afford him a moment of relative peace then I will happily have my tongue used as a resting pad for his thumb or fingers. 

Just like it’s currently being used as a resting place for Tech’s cock.

The owner of said cock provides a clipped response to Hunter’s question. 

“Of course I can. I already have plans for such a modification. Would you prefer the pilot’s or co-pilot's chair?”

“Pilot’s.” answers Hunter. “It’s your invention. Besides, Echo might be a bit peeved if he walks into the cockpit one day to find a dildo attached to the armrest of his chair.”

“An amusing discovery, I’m sure.” Tech replies, his dry wit in full force. 

The conversation continues on above me, both of them completely ignoring my bound and open position on the floor. It’s like I’m not even here. They could be having the same conversation over caf or while Tech is torso deep in the guts of the Marauder fixing the latest thing to go wrong with the ship. His legs always end up splayed wide apart when he’s working like that. If I wasn’t so desperate to please and had just a little bit of brat in me, I’d probably eventually snap and go down on him then and there. 

“Nah it’s a fair way off. The towns here are fairly isolated and spread out.”

Hunter’s smokey voice interrupts my rapidly degenerating fantasies about blowing Tech in all sorts of compromising positions. I guess they’ve moved on from talking about me like I’m not even there, despite the fact that I’m right here on my knees under the workbench.

“The others are going to be on their supply run for a while.” Hunter adds.

“Yes. I estimate that they will be away for another 3 hours and 16 minutes.” Tech responds.

“Do you need anything from me before I go back to arguing with this schematic of that Seppie base?” asks Hunter.

“Some peace and quiet would be appreciated. Unless you wish to watch?” Tech’s suggestion hanging in the air.

“Nah, she’s all yours. I’ve got my own ideas for when I get her next. Besides, her arousal’s so strong I can basically taste it.” Hunter comments.

The verbal debasement makes my pussy drip and my mouth somehow even wetter.

“Do not let me keep you from your work.” Tech replies, a clear dismissal and indication that this conversation is over.  

Hunter just snorts in response and turns on his heel before heading back to the bow of the ship. The cockpit door closes and then it’s just Tech and I again in the still silence. The only interruption is the movement and scraping of tools above me as Tech dedicates his full focus to the project in front of him.

Well, maybe not his full, complete focus. 

Tech’s other leg has started bouncing. I can feel the small movements through his thigh where my cheek is currently resting. He always does this when there’s something competing for the attention of his prodigious intellect. The warm, wet presence of my mouth wrapping around his cock must be doing a fairly decent job of distracting him. I wonder how much longer this is going to last? Probably not 3 hours and 16 minutes, unless Tech feels like adding more voyeurism to today's antics. Crosshair always enjoys getting a good eyeful when he can. An amusing attribute for someone who can be a tad possessive when he gets me to himself. I would rib him about it but teasing Crosshair is like playing with fire while doused in petrol and carrying lit matches. That man knows exactly how to cause and wield pain. His sadistic streak is as glaringly obvious as his facial tattoo. Our sessions together are often fairly intense and are a clear reminder of his predilection towards inflicting pain and the satisfaction he gains from watching me disintegrate under his hands. I’d rather not give him even more ammunition, especially after overhearing a brief snippet of a conversation he had with Tech about an idea for an implement that involved spikes.

A shudder runs through me at the thought and I can almost feel the phantom stings across my hide from when our sniper flayed my ass last time. It had been a phenomenal experience, pain and pleasure intertwining into a heady mix of sensation that was impossible to discern where one finished and the other began. Hunter and Echo had watched as Crosshair completely broke me apart, fierce slaps followed by biting strokes of his cane striking again and again over my ass. There is nothing quite so exquisitely humiliating as being reduced to a sobbing and quaking puddle on the floor and then being forced to lick the boot of your current dominant. Of course, he had to take it up a notch by pulling my head up by my hair so I was forced to look straight at the leadership team of my own squad as they observed my pathetic attempts at following Crosshair’s commands. 

It’s a little hard to clean leather with your tongue when you keep crying on it. 

By the time Crosshair was fucking me into the floor, I don’t think I was cogent or present enough to do anything other than lie there and just take it. I hadn’t been quite so physically, mentally and emotionally broken by a scene like that for a while. Thank the Maker they all know exactly what they’re doing when it comes to after care. It had taken me a long time to come back to the world after that, those long limbs wrapped around me like a shield, quiet affirmations murmured in my ear. For someone so outwardly caustic, Crosshair can be remarkably soft when he is so inclined. The bruises he left were an astounding array of blues, purples and blacks. I could barely move properly afterwards and sitting was an exceptionally slow and ginger process. A later application of bacta gel helped but that had quickly devolved into being fingered with bacta gel while bent over the medbay bed. Tech had made some comment about this not being it’s intended use when he walked in halfway through but by that stage Crosshair had two long fingers deep inside me and was running rings around my clit and I did not care. At least it gave Tech another recording of me climaxing to add to his collection. Apparently, I am a “most cooperative subject”. 

Crosshair had actually laughed at that. 

–––  

Author’s Note: Please let me know if you enjoyed it! 

I’ve realised that I appear to be writing this mainly in first person from the perspective of the reader, and in present tense, apart from the memories sections (not sure they really count as proper flashbacks). I know the summaries make use of ‘you’ and so appears to be in second person but I think the majority of this is in first person, or at least I’m trying to keep it as consistent as possible. It’s probably all over the shop though so the ‘not beta read’ warning definitely applies here. 

Reader is not named and is referred to as she/they, you/you’re (when spoken to), submissive or their (the Batch’s) submissive, various derogatory terms (slut, whore etc.), and other more general affectionate terms (darling, dear etc.) and Mando’a endearments (mesh’la, cyar'ika etc.). The latter of these mainly appear in the aftercare scene, which is still so far away at this point. Why have I done this to myself? Write fanfic, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. *sobs* The reader is referred to in a generally objectifying manner, like something that the Batch owns without being explicitly possessive about it, and there is absolutely no use of y/n (guess which fanfic writing trope I can’t stand).   

Tech finally starts to play with you in Chapter 4 and the filthiness factor ratchets up again (somehow). 

Taglist: @queenariesofnarnia @skywlker-sluvtt @techs-assistant @dangraccoon @iamburdened @pheesupremacy @blondie-bluue @motte-the-goblin

[sanvirtheobserver]

Nexus!SMG4: Paradise Lost, Part 1

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story arc will be a detour from Taking Flight, much like The Rogue And The Ranger or Nexus Skits. While Taking Flight serves as the MAIN plot (Tari's journey as a Shonen protagonist (kinda)), there are side stories i wanna tell with other characters besides Tari and the main crew. As Taking Flight progresses and the Nexus AU expands, expect to see more side stories like this from time to time that I hope you will still enjoy.

Not a cloud in the sky today as the sun shines over Grace's Landing. The stretch of shops and inns cradled around the docks, where many vessels bob in the water while their owners are off. The Haven Inn stands proudly over its view of the docks. Within one of its penthouse suites, Thad is lazing about on the couch while Lizzy is freshening up in the bathroom.

Lizzy: Everybody ready? We're heading out in five.

Thad peels himself off the couch and goes for a nice stretch.

Thad: Just about.

Lizzy emerges from the bathroom and is immediately displeased with Thad's choice of clothing. While he's still "presentable," she is certain he's been wearing that exact same shirt since they got here two days ago.

Lizzy: Really?

Thad: Hey! Don't fix what ain't broken.

Lizzy: *sigh* Whatever.

She turns her attention the scarlet dressed Boo Gal sitting in the corner, her red eyes scanning through the pages of another horror novel.

Lizzy: Doll?

The girl quietly gets to her feet and stows the book in her purse. She then gives the two a nod of confirmation. Traffic was mercifully light today as Thad's car glided down the road. Lizzy is checking her phone as usual, Doll is sitting silently in the back seat, and Thad is just happily listening to some tunes while he keeps his eyes on the road. The folks are a lot more "tame" than most of the Omnia students he's run across, or that weird plumber he's seen robbing food stores on occasion. Grace's Landing was a far cry from Bricktown with its gorgeous waterside views and a healthy plethora of tourist traps and shops. He's been itching to go somewhere nice, relax, and have fun. All of this was a well needed breath of fresh air, especially after that "incident" at Spudsy's. He manages to catch another green light just in time, passing by an Inkling woman carrying a huge box roughly twice her size like it was nothing.

Thad: *Damn, she must have one helluva routine. Maybe I should start going to the gym again.*

After a long drive, the three finally arrived at their destination. Just across from the beach was the lovely Paradise Mall in all its glory. Thad is the first to disembark and kindly escorts the ladies to the front door, where they are met with rows upon rows of various shops as far as the eye could see. The place wasn't empty by any means, but the hustle and bustle was surprisingly light, even for a weekday. Of course, that leaves more space for the three of them.

Lizzy: I guess we beat the rush.

And the three are off. Meanwhile, a familiar looking guard stands watch as he makes his rounds on the second floor, accompanied by his trusty partner.

Chris: Swag, what the hell are you doing?

Swag pops out from behind a potted plant, binoculars in hand and everything as he scans for anything that may resemble a crime.

Swag: What does it look like I'm doing? I am fulfilling my sworn duty to the Mushroom Kingdom by keeping an eye out for any threats to this beloved mall and it's patrons!

Chris: Does that REALLY warrant hiding in a bush and peeking around like a weirdo?

Swag: It's called being stealthy. The element of surprise can mean the difference between life and death.

Chris isn't even surprised at this point. He would've just spared himself the trouble and just let this play out if not for the risk of some poor schmuck getting blown up with a rocket launcher.

Chris: Swag....... I'm not saying you don't take your job seriously enough. You clearly do, and I respect that. That being said, this isn't an overseas deployment. We're in a God damn shopping mall. We're keeping an eye out for robbers, not hunting terrorists or busting gangs. Are you really gonna blow up a shoplifter for stealing some sandals?

Swag opts not to answer that question, mainly because they both already know the answer.

Chris: *sigh* Swag.

Swag: What?

Chris: Please don't blow up a shoplifter.

Once again, his only reply is silence.

Chris: SWAG, I SWEAR TO GOD-

Rufus: Excuse me, um.......

The two snap their heads towards the jolly Australian man that just caught them screaming about blowing people up. Accompanying him is one of his friends from work, an Eliksni dawning a Mann Co. YLW cap and a name tag with the name "Randal" scribbled in High Speak.

Chris: Oh! Don't mind us sir. We were just-

Swag: SHH! They still haven't seen me yet!

Swag is once again hiding behind that potted plant in the hopes of evading detection.

Chris: Um............ Anyways, is there anything I can help you with, sir?

Rufus: We just wanted to know where to find the nearest sporting goods store.

Chris: Just make a right at the end of that walkway. You can't miss it.

Rufus: Thanks, mate.

The Eliksni chirps something along the lines of "thank you" as the two take their leave. Swag's head pops out from behind the tree the moment they're out of earshot.

Swag: Holy balls, that was close. Anyways, you were saying?

Chris: *long, exasperated sigh of annoyance* I need a coffee.

As all of this is going down, Thad and Co have settled down at the local Grillby's for lunch. They aren't doing much else besides having a chat while they eat. Lizzy just has a milkshake, Doll has settled for a lemon-lime soda, and Thad is already halfway through his double barbecue bacon burger.

Thad: Surprise surprise, two minutes later he's on the ground screaming "AMBERLAMPS! AMBERLAMPS!" to the top of his lungs. When he gets back from the hospital, the last thing he remembered was a faint nutmeg smell.

Lizzy:  Wasn't that because he used cheese with BLACK MOLD on it?

Thad: That's what I said! So he thought he could use pepper spray to both kill the mold AND add a little spice. He couldn't taste anything for a WEEK after that.

Lizzy: I'm more surprised he's even alive.

Thad: Like I've been saying, the guy has IRL plot armor.

Lizzy turns back to Doll, who's currently staring out to space again. It was like she was in a trance before Lizzy grabbed her attention.

Lizzy: Hey. I wanted to say thanks for all this. Me and Thad both needed some space from all that crap in Bricktown. We promise we'll pay you back once we have a job that lasts more than a month.

Doll just shrugs with a faint smile. It's not like she had any issue with covering for the trip.

Thad: Yeah! Because that's what friends do. I know we don't really SAY it alot...... or at all..... but we can still feel it in our hearts, y'know? The friendship. Just the three of us having the time of our lives.

Lizzy: Yeah, yeah. We all know.

Thad: Right.

Once the bill has been paid, Doll gets up and flashes a peace sign to the other two before taking her leave to the bookstore. Thad is surprised to see Lizzy decide to go with Thad to the arcade.

Lizzy: Don't give me that look. You and I still have a score to settle on the track.

Thad: I see. Best 3 out of 5 wins?

Lizzy: And the victor gets to decide where we go for dinner. I hope you still like sushi.

Thad: And I hope you're up for a little barbecue after I'm done ROASTING ya!

Ah, petty rivalries. You love to see it. While our three amigos are off doing their thing, the evening sun is still beating down on the beach. A lifeguard watches a pair of Koopas playing some Volley Ball when she notices a shape on the horizon. She thought nothing of it at first, but a second look shows the object coming closer at an alarming rate. The life guard rises to her feet and brings out the megaphone upon realizing what's going on.

Lifeguard: EVERYBODY OUT OF THE WATER, NOW!

Confusion gives way to panic as the crowd piles out of the water. Any slower and they would've been crushed beneath a metal hull violently running aground, churning up clouds of sand and seawater before its engine grinds to a halt. A crowd quickly gathers around the scene, and the Lifeguard calls in backup to secure the tugboat that stopped mere inches from her station.

Lifeguard: We have a boat run aground right in front of Paradise Mall. Please advise.

[kyogre-blue]

Hey so, I wanted to let your know that I really love your Naruto: Dashing Rescue fic. It's one of my all times fave time travelling fic. I still have the tumblr tag followed lol it's a lil reminder to self to reread whenever I come across it in the 'followed tag' section

I don't ever if you ever confirmed that it's abandoned work or not, I was wondering if you had anything to share about naruto rescue? Maybe your thoughts while writing it or scraps. Maybe not, it's been years also

Anyways, the main purpose was that I wanted to let you know that I really love your writing and a lot of your old works (oh khr too! but esp Dashing Rescue). You were an author that made me smile whenever I see your name as a teen learning about fandoms and searching out fics. I really enjoyed reading a lot of your works!

(Dumb me refresh the page before sending so I had to retype that twice and ahh I realised this got long. My bad)

Wow, that's really nice to hear. I'm glad that you enjoyed those fics! Looking at the dates, it's been almost 10 years since I posted that particular one... hard to believe.

Time travel has always been one of my most favorite fic tropes, and Naruto was really great for those because we had so many time periods, each with their own cast. The possibilities were endless.

For Dashing Rescue, I can see I posted three parts. I dug up my old doc, but there isn't much in it past those. I think I considered part 3 a good stopping point, though it looks like I wrote about a page of part 4 and outlined a few general ideas after that. I'll add that under the cut, in case you're curious.

Aside from that, the only thing I recall is that was using the movies for material and visual inspiration, but that part was probably obvious.

Anyway, thank you again for this really sweet ask. I really appreciate it ^o^

Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Sand and Black Iron

Summary: AU, time travel. Finding himself in the past, Naruto has so far managed to hold back the tide of the Third Shinobi World War. That proves increasingly difficult as the Sandaime Kazekage goes missing. 

~.~.~

“Thanks for agreeing to see us, Jiji,” Kushina said, bowing deeply in complete contradiction to her impolite way of addressing the Hokage — she had picked it up from Naruto. Next to her, Minato did the same. Both of them spared a glance at Sakumo, who was also waiting in the Hokage’s office and greeted them with a friendly nod. 

“This is about Naruto, isn’t it?” Sarutobi guessed, setting aside his brush to give them both his full attention.

It had been two years since Naruto became an official member of the Uzumaki clan, and thus Konoha. That time had been plenty for the Sandaime to start feeling like he was going grey under his hat. 

Especially after Naruto took off for Suna a few months ago and refused to come back, despite the many diplomatically worded but rather displeased messages Sarutobi received from Suna. He just hoped that whatever this was didn’t turn out to be an international incident. 

“Yeah,” Kushina said bluntly. “He, uh, sent me a message.” 

Or rather, he and Kushina had set about abusing the fact that they held two halves of a single bijuu, which could communicate with each other regardless of distance or circumstances. Kurama had been nothing resembling pleased at being used as an elaborate communication system, but agreed to relay urgent messages in exchange for Kushina changing the form of confinement she used on her half. She still had no idea how Naruto managed to sweet-talk the bijuu into it from his side. 

“The Kazekage’s disappeared,” Kushina relayed, “but Naruto thinks he has a lead, and he wants help tracking the person responsible.” He had been increasingly evasive about what exactly he knew or at least suspected, and why, but Kushina didn’t mention that. Naruto got like that sometimes. 

Still not used to these sorts of things, especially stated so baldly out of nowhere — the Kazekage, really? — Sakumo choked a little, but quickly swallowed his surprise. The Sandaime simply closed his eyes and sighed. International incident didn’t begin to cover it. 

“With the Kazekage has gone missing, it’s naturally a very urgent request,” Minato added. “I might be able to expedite the journey there, if I can be assigned to the team.” 

Kushina nodded sharply. “And I can file the mission request for him,” she offered. 

“There is no need for that,” Sarutobi said, forcing down the urge to massage the bridge of his nose. “I will offer our services to Suna as a peace gesture.” 

“Who will you send?” Sakumo asked, as he finally processed what he had heard. 

“Sakumo-sempai, perhaps you could…?” Minato suggested. After all, there was no doubt about who possessed the best tracking skills in the village.

Sakumo shook his head. “That would be a terrible idea. They hate me there,” he summed up. “I was on the Suna front during the Second War, and…” 

There was no need to continue. That was where Sakumo gained his fame — and notoriety, upon a path of corpses. He didn’t regret what he had done for Konoha’s sake, but war bred hatred in a vicious cycle. Back then, he had been the same, hating his enemies for what had been done to his comrades and paying back with the same in turn. 

“Sending me would be more like a declaration of war than a peace gesture,” Sakumo concluded.

“It would not send the correct message, and would be a complication in itself,” Sarutobi agreed. “Unfortunately, most of the others who would be my second choice are out of the village and won’t be able to return quickly enough. Do you have a recommendation, Sakumo?” 

Frowning, the man looked out the window across the village. There was more at stake than first appeared — a situation like this, involving a Kage, no less, could easily deteriorate quickly and violently. So far, they had just barely managed to avoid the outbreak of another war, but the balance was delicate at best. If Suna faltered, it wouldn’t take Iwa long to strike. And then...

On the other hand, this was Konoha’s chance to build a strong alliance with Suna. It would put the Suna council, and possibly even their Kage, in Konoha’s debt. They would be able to present a united front against Iwa, and further strengthen their position with Kumo as well. 

A chance to bury the ills of the previous war…

“Kakashi,” Sakumo said, startling the others. “I recommend Kakashi.” 

“Sakumo, are you sure?” Sarutobi asked, his brow furrowing as he sat forward and studied his old comrade. 

“I’m sure. Kakashi has been a chuunin for four years now. He lacks experience, but his skills are top notch. His nose rivals mine, he’s observant and analytical, and he can call on one of our summons to assist him,” Sakumo explained.

The pride was clear in his voice. Minato, as Kakashi’s jounin teacher, nodded in agreement, though he also still appeared surprised by the choice. 

“And… This is our chance to bury the grudges of the past. We have to take the first step. What better way to prove that we trust Suna and are serious about this alliance?” Sakumo smiled. “And I trust Minato and Naruto to keep him safe, should something go wrong.” 

“...I won’t let anything happen to him,” Minato promised, recovering first. 

Sarutobi took several moments longer to consider the suggestion. Finally, he nodded. “Very well,” he said. “Then I will dispatch Minato and Kakashi to Suna in all haste.” 

“What? I want to go too! We’ll be a four-man team then!” Kushina protested. 

While Sarutobi tried to think of some subtle way to tell her that the Kyuubi jinchuuriki wasn’t going to be allowed off into a foreign village, which could very well turn unstable at any moment, all without letting Sakumo know the situation, Minato quickly spoke up, “I don’t think I could take you that far,” he said apologetically. “Kakashi and myself will already be difficult…” 

Kushina eyed him dubiously. Even though she was one of the few who understood the theoretical underpinnings of Hiraishin, she didn’t have the experience to judge how much and how far Minato could teleport. 

Theoretically, Hiraishin’s chakra cost depended on the size and weight of what he was teleporting, though there were some specific caveats regarding distance and the placement of the seals — it all depended on how you went about it.

Kushina was right to distrust him. Minato might have still been able to manage another person, but at least this way there was a legitimate reason for her to stay in Konoha. 

But she didn’t call him out on it. “He better come home after this,” she said instead. “It’s been months.” 

Minato nodded sharply. “I’ll bring him back once we’re done.” Even if it meant a quick ambush. 

“I’ll let Naruto know you’re coming,” Kushina said, and both the young jounin took their leave. 

Left alone with Sakumo, Sarutobi shot the other man a considering look. “Are you sure about this?” he asked. “I have no doubt Minato and Naruto will protect him to the best of their ability,” and that ability was really quite impressive, “but you don’t have to risk Kakashi on this. We can send someone else.” 

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///////The Third World War was put off, but relations are rough, especially when the Kazekage suddenly goes missing. (Minato is eighteen, Kakashi is ten, and Naruto is twenty one.) 

Naruto knows that the true cause is Sasori. He talks to Chiyo and takes off, with Minato and Kakashi following. Chiyo suggested that Sasori would have gone to the old Rouran ruins.

Naruto asks Sakumo to make Konoha into a village that never abandons even one of its people.

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Timeline

Naruto arrives 21 yrs pre-series, 25 yrs pre-Shippuden, 10 yrs before he was born.

Part I, Kumo's kidnapping attempt Minato, Kushina — 13 Kakashi — 5 Naruto — 16

(Part II — 3 years in between)

Part III, Sakumo's mission Minato, Kushina — 16 Kakashi — 8 Naruto — 19

Part IV, Kazekage abducted Minato, Kushina — 18 Kakashi — 10 Naruto — 21 Sasori — 15

Kannabi Bridge, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 20 Kakashi — 12

Kyuubi attack, old timeline Minato, Kushina — 22 Kakashi — 14

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part IV: Bare Your White Fangs

Summary: AU, time travel. 

The Third War almost breaks out when people with bloodlines start to go missing, 

Pakura from Suna, Gari from Iwa, Toroi from Kumo, and Mei from Kiri.

Obito gets kidnapped by Hiruko, Orochimaru's childhood friend and assistant. 

Orochimaru is disgraced for his support and participation in the research.

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Title: Dashing Rescue

Part V: Rose-tinted Dawn

Summary: AU, time travel. 

Jiraiya gets word of his old students being in trouble and asks Naruto to look into it. It's Madara confrontation time. 

Minato and Kushina get trapped in a genjutsu world where Naruto is their son, and blond. It's really weird for them.

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Because the third war never happens, Minato is not nearly as famous. Orochimaru is not a Yondaime candidate either. Instead, Sakumo takes it.

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My Fics

I thought I'd put together a pinned post for all my fics, which I can add to as I go.

I love writing and I've loved the little community of artists, authors and readers I've discovered since sharing my first fic ❤️

As you will see my current love is Adam Kenyon/Fergus Williams from The Thick Of It, but I'm hoping to broaden out into BBC Ghosts and other fandoms that I adore.

My asks are open for fan-fiction requests and a guide about what I will and won't write can be found in my bio.

Title: An accident, not a mistake

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

A little first time fic that's been sitting in my almost finished folder for a while, so I've tidied it up and posted it

He opens the door and there’s Adam. Looking slightly nervous, which somehow makes Fergus feel a bit better. Adam has clearly been home between the meeting and coming here, because he’s in a dark pair of jeans, with a grey sweatshirt and his hair is still slightly wet from showering. Fergus can only stare at him, his brain short-circuiting.

“Hey.” Adam has obviously taken Fergus’s silence as awkwardness because he runs a hand through his damp hair, beautifully unsure in a way Fergus rarely gets to witness.

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Title: First Aid

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

I really enjoyed dipping my toe into Hurt Adam in my recent story, so this time I’ve decided to hit him with a lamp. A little reimagining of the 'Gone Glental' scene in TTOI with Fergus taking care of Adam.

I've flagged this for minor injuries and blood, but I don't go into great detail. Explicit for canon-typical swearing and smut in later chapters!

“There you go.” Fergus whispers. He is torn between genuine concern and desperation to snog Adam senseless. “You could still have a concussion though. Have you got a headache? Any nausea?”

“No. And no.”

Fergus reaches out to smooth his thumb gently across the plaster that’s now sitting across Adam’s cheekbone. He briefly entertains a wild idea about kissing Adam better, and he acts before he can talk himself out of it. He leans closer and kisses Adam’s cheek softly, placing his lips just off centre of the plaster so he can feel Adam’s warm skin beneath his lips. He pulls back and they make eye contact again. Adam looks surprised, but certainly not displeased, so Fergus repeats the gesture just above Adam’s eye.

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Title: A bit tied up

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

Adam and Fergus discover a shared kink and have fun exploring it together.

“Well, I might be able to but I’m a bit tied up at the moment.” Fergus chokes on nothing and glances across at Adam. At first he thinks the turn of phrase is just a coincidence, but then Adam makes eye contact with him and winks. Definitely on purpose then.

Fergus puts his middle finger up and Adam just smiles at him. “Yeah, yeah I know.” Adam continues. “But my hands are tied.”

Fergus slides his chair out and flounces out of the room, Adam laughing silently behind him.

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Title: A place for me and you

Rating: Explicit

Status: WIP 9/10(?)

Fergus travels to his company's Head Office in Manchester every month, always staying in the same hotel. One day he arrives and finds the hotel has a new manager, Adam, and he definitely isn't immediately taken with this lovable arsehole.

“What a fucking prick.”

Fergus laughs in surprise and Adam looks up sharply at him. “Shit, sorry. That wasn’t very professional of me.” He trails off when he sees Fergus is grinning at him and he offers him a sheepish grin back, sensing a kindred spirit.

“Maybe.” Fergus agrees, “But he was an absolute prick though.” He adds, offering Adam a cigarette.

Adam laughs as he takes a cigarette and lights it. “Thanks.”

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Title: It's Alright I'm Here

Rating: Mature (Swearing)

Status: Complete

Adam definitely doesn't have flu (he really does). Fergus takes him home and looks after him.

Fergus reaches out and lays his hand on Adam’s forehead. Adam tries to move away but Fergus gently cups his cheek with his other hand to hold him still. “Fucking hell, Adam, you’re boiling. I think you’re running a temperature.”

For a few seconds Adam looks up at him and Fergus thinks he’s going to argue, but then Adam’s shoulders sink and all the fight seems to drain out of him. “I feel fucking awful, Fergus.” He coughs and Fergus steps back to give him space. He winces at how sore Adam’s throat sounds. Once Adam’s coughing has eased he continues. “I think you’re right, I don’t think this is just a cold.”

Fergus can count on one finger the number of times Adam has admitted Fergus was right, and now he doesn’t even get to enjoy it because he’s so worried about him. He glances at the clock.

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Title: Sun-kissed

Rating: Explicit (Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content)

Status: Complete

A little Christmas present to all my fellow Adam/Fergus fans <3

The promised holiday fic from my 'Not The Right Time' series.

Fergus sits down beside Adam on the bed and reaches out to run his hand down his back. Adam’s skin is warm despite his cold shower. He lets his hand drift lower and lower until it just reaches the top of the sheet and then he strokes back up Adam’s back. Adam stirs and turns his head to face Fergus.

“Hey.” Adam mutters, sounding sleepy and relaxed. “S’nice.”

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Title: The Only Exception

Rating: Mature

Status: Complete

Adam and Fergus have a friends with benefits thing going on, and they're both free to see other people. They're both totally fine with that. Aren't they?

“What’s up with you?” Fergus’s voice interrupted Adam’s reminiscing.

“Nothing.” He snapped, his frown deepening.

Fergus moves to stand in front of him. “Doesn’t seem like nothing. What’s wrong?”

Adam stands up from the sofa and moves away from Fergus. “Just leave it. Don’t you have a date to go on?” Adam knows he’s probably just shown his hand, but he couldn’t help himself.

Fergus frowns after him and then follows, never able to let it go. “What’s that supposed to mean?” Fergus grabs Adam’s arm and pulls him round to face him. “Are you jealous?!”

Adam pulls his arm out of Fergus’s grasp. “No. Of course I’m fucking not.”

Fergus crosses his arms. “Kind of seems like you are.”

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Title: Plus One

Rating: Explicit

Status: Complete

The NSFW version of my flufftober entry for the prompt "+1". Fergus has a bit of a crisis when he gets a wedding invite with a plus one.

“It’s fine.” But Adam is shaking his head and Fergus isn’t sure he’s even listening. “Seriously Adam, it’s ok. It was nice, and not exactly unwelcome, even if you didn’t really mean it.”

Adam continues. “I overheard that prick taking the piss out of you and I just wanted to wipe the smug look off his face.” By this point Adam is pacing. “It made you uncomfortable and I’m really sorry.”

Adam stops pacing abruptly and looks at Fergus. “Wait, what did you say?”

Fergus realises what he had said and briefly contemplates pleading ignorance, but he really wants to reassure Adam that he’s not upset about this. “I said it was nice.” His voice barely above a whisper. “It wasn’t unwelcome, even though I know you didn’t really mean it.”

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Title: Flufftober 2023 Prompts

Rating: Teen

Status: Work in progress (WIP) 30/31

This will be a series of one-shots released each day of October. I'm still planning it out but hope to cover a range of fandoms, including The Thick Of It, BBC Ghosts and Yonderland (and possibly others).

Adam had thought that a Department of Social Affairs and Citizenship team building weekend, at a fucking adult soft play centre no less, was the worst idea Stuart had ever had. Until, that is, he’d announced it was time for half the group to put on blindfolds and be led around a ball pit and foam block obstacle course.

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Title: I might be ok, but I’m not fine at all

Rating: Explicit (Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content, brief Non-Consensual Drug Taking/Drink Spiking)

Status: Complete 8/8

It’s him. Adam didn’t even know this photo of him existed. It’s him and Ella on the sofa, that morning at Christmas where she fell asleep on him. Sarah must have taken it and sent it to Fergus. And then Fergus had printed it out and put it in his wallet. The thought of Fergus carrying this photo around with him for two years was making his insides twist with a horrible combination of love, regret and guilt.

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Title: I see the signs of a lifetime (you 'til I die)

Rating: Teen (Swearing)

Status: Complete

“If the next word out of your mouth is ‘boyfriend’, I’ll strangle you with your own tie. We’re not f****** teenagers, Adam.”

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Title: Christmas

Rating: Explicit (Swearing, Explicit Sexual Content)

Status: Complete

“Merry Christmas, sweetheart.” His mum replies. “Father Christmas has been.” Heather adds, nodding towards the Christmas tree in the lounge.

Fergus gives an exasperated sigh and rolls his eyes. “I’m an MP mum.”

“I know, but I put in a good word and he brought you some presents anyway.”

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Title: The Right Time

Rating: Mature (Swearing, Sexual Content)

Status: Complete

Adam stood at the side of the hall, clutching an insipid cup of tea. He was watching Fergus, who was stood on the little platform at the front of the room that could barely be called a stage. Fergus looked like he was about to throw up, and Adam wasn’t feeling much better. His fingers itched for a cigarette that he hadn’t smoked in years and if he made eye contact with the smirking Tory Special Adviser one more time he might have to f****** punch him.

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Title: Not The Right Time

Rating: Teen (Swearing, Slightly Suggestive Themes)

Status: Complete

“They’re a bunch of p*****.” Fergus mumbled against Adam’s neck.

“Yeah, they are.” Adam agreed, not only to placate Fergus. Minister of State for Social Affairs and Citizenship might not be a top government job, but it was better than most of those a******** had got so he could understand why their persistent p*** taking had wound Fergus up. “Not sure that five shots of tequila helped make your point though Fergs.”

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Title: Worth Staying Home For

Rating: Teen (Swearing, Slightly Suggestive Themes)

Status: Complete

“Adam? What the f*** are you doing in my house at 3am? I thought I was being burgled!”

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Unusual Duck Behavior

Author: Authobot2001 Genre: Fanfiction Fandom: Transformers Rating: E Warning: None Pairing: Drift X Jamie (OC) Description: Jamie detours on the way to the beach, resulting in Drift running after her. Jamie takes Drift to the river where ducks swim. The two observe unusual behavior from the ducks.

@theocxcanonweek day 3; out in nature

Seven friends walk through the woods, heading to the beach. Sideswipe is displeased with the lengthy route through the woods. “Who made this route and why must we use it?” He complains. “Quit complaining,” Sunstreaker tells him. Jamie runs ahead of the six. With her powers to sense things around her, they wonder what she’s running towards. Trusting it’s not an intruder or Decepticon, as Jamie would have mentioned. Jamie’s poor mental state has Drift running after her. “Uh, do we follow?” Sideswipe asks. “No, we continue to the beach,” Crosshairs replies, “I think they’ll be fine.”

Drift catches up enough to see Jamie running. Her reddish orange gi helps make her easier to see. He panics seeing she turned to a path that meets the river. He picks up the pace, worried she’s not looking to walk along the river.

Jamie stops in the middle of the path. Still a little way from the river. She knows Drift is following her. “What are you doing?” The mech asks once he catches up. Jamie surprised Drift by taking his hand and leading him down the path.

As the two walk down the path, they hear ducks. Drift realizes he should have known Jamie was running toward animals. The two find a spot to watch the ducks without scaring them. They don’t realize some ducks are watching them but resume their duck chatter. They observe a duck emerge from the river and approach them. Standing two feet away from the two humans, the duck quacks repeatedly. “This is unusual,” Drift observes, “I’d expect this back at the point in the park in DC. Those ducks see us often, but we’ve never visited the ducks here. They can’t be used to humans.” “I doubt she’s telling us to leave, either.” The female duck walks closer to the two. Enough that Jamie can pick her up. “You are an odd duck,” Jamie comments as the duck enjoys being held.

Jamie walks toward the river. Not a single duck panics, even as she sits by the river and a talker human approaches. “These ducks are unusual,” Drift comments while sitting next to Jamie. Some ducks leave the pond and join the two. Drift gets his phone out to take pictures. “Ok, we’ve been here for twenty minutes. We’re supposed to be at the beach and at this point, I’m sure our friends are worried,” Drift says, “sorry, ducks. We’ll come back.”

The six friends have the beach set up for the planned afternoon stay and are only in their swimming attire, but want to wait before eating lunch. The friends hear about the ducks’ strange behavior and want to go to the river. Opting for a detour on the way back home.

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Don't XXX someone else's husband! (Munechika Takado x MC)(Scenario)

Author's note: Sometimes, Romance MD has a peculiar humor. So, I had to think a lot about a case as strange as the canon one. (For those who don't know what Lys and I are talking about, this is based on "Don't XXX another man", which is a special story for Kasumi.) I hope you're expectations will be met. And @lys-lilac, thank you a lot for this request. Enjoy!

Summary: Takado was sarcastic and MC was a weirdo. But this qualities has never stopped them from being one of the best couples in the entire hospital. Until it did and Takado Munechika had to encounter his biggest fear - The Overlord himself.

Words counting: 2305

"Are you married?" MC heard a high-pitched voice from the room that her husband was keeping his lessons. A smile appeared on her face as she walked through the university. She had to meet a doctor who was also a professor there and taught his course at the same time as Takado Munechika, MD, Ph.D., Orthopedics Professor. MC knew the university well enough. She studied there for six long years. However, a wave of warmth hit her when she walked past her husband's class. Unconsciously, MC slowed down her pace to hear Takado answering the question about his marital status. 

"No."

MC stopped in her tracks. She could see the handsome features of her husband through the door, yet she was too afraid to stay for too long and admire him. What if she saw the face of the girl who asked him the question and understood how beautiful she was, gorgeous enough to make her loyal husband lie about his relationship? When the phone in her hand vibrated, Mrs. Takado knew she had to run towards the meeting. Yet, her mind was somewhere else, not even in the halls or in front of Takado's class. Otherwise, she would have heard the completion of the answer. 

Takado Munechika, MD, Ph.D., Orthopedics Professor, tried his best not to roll his eyes at the questions his students gave him, as if most of them weren't in their mid-20s and a step away from being residents. He didn't want to be the one to say that the new generation didn't have any manners, yet here he was, thinking the same thing. It wasn't their problem if he was single, married, lived with his mother, or in the hospital. Takado could remember his school and university years when he had no idea what most of his professors did outside their lessons. Of course, he had his share of over-share professors, and some of them were married to the most mysterious ones, this being the reason why the students knew about their relationship status. But it didn't mean that all the kids in front of him had to know a thing about him. 

Deep in his thoughts, the professor returned to being a doctor and entered the EICU headquarters. Or this was the plan, till he opened the door and heard: 

"Can I kiss you?" coming from his boss. Not wanting to deal with any public display of affection from the Overlord who just returned from his honeymoon, he closed the door to take a walk. However, his plans were once again destroyed when he recognized the voice of the person who answered the question. It was a wife, but not Kasumi's. It was HIS wife, Takado MC, MD. And she answered affirmatively. 

A million questions ran through Takado's mind. But his actions were faster. He opened the door and looked at the couple in front of him. As if nothing happened between them, MC and Kasumi looked at him. As usual, it was hard to read Kasumi, yet on MC's face was a scowl. Before he could say a word, the other Dr. Takado left her place and walked past him, giving him a displeased look as if he was the one to blame. 

Instead of explaining the situation, Kasumi returned to work. Takado didn't know what to do: take his boss by the collar while his scary dog was somewhere in the same building, go after Mrs. Takado for explanations, or find Mrs. Kasumi for revenge together. Before he could find an answer, a nurse called Dr. Takado Munechika, Orthopedic Surgeon, to see a kid who fell from the slide and broke her ulnar and radial bones in two different places. A two-hour operation with probably an hour of preparing and half of his day was gone. Mrs. Takado and Kasumi would have to wait a little. 

When Takado returned, he saw the other man in his relationship kiss his wife, as if he wasn't trying to seduce MC a few hours earlier. For everyone else, the newlyweds looked like newlyweds. But Takado couldn't help but search for the trash so that his disgust could go directly to its place. Kyogoku rolled his eyes at the public display of affection shown by the recently returned from the honeymoon couple. But he got even more irritated when he saw Takado faking a gag.

"Don't act as if you were different a few months ago."

"Not a few months, but already more than a year. And yes, I was different."

All the doctors in the room looked at Takado. No, the Takado family wasn't different. They also thought that none of them saw them when not-so-secretly kissed or touched each other. Toshiki was more public, but not with much. So, Takado-the-pot just called Kasumi-the-kettle black. 

"You have no shame, do you?"

Everyone looked from Takado to Kasumi after the orthopedist's words. He was lucky that it was hard to understand if he talked about Kyogoku or Kasumi. But it was bold, coming from someone who tried his best not to cross paths with the boss.

However, MC wasn't as lucky as Kasumi. The moment she entered the room after her shift, she understood that she didn't have her keys. The only option was to ask her husband to give her his keys. So, reluctantly, she stepped in front of the man who gave her his surname a year ago and put her hand in front of him.

"Give me your keys," she said barely audible.

Out of habit, Munechika stood up and took a few steps towards the locker room but stopped midway.

"Why don't you ask your other man to give you his keys?" he hissed silently enough only for MC to hear. 

Mrs. Takado raised her brow at her husband and pushed him away. It was he who seduced young and beautiful med students, not her. If he didn't give the keys, she would take them herself. 

As if mocking her, the photos that Takado had in his locker of them fell on the ground. At least it wasn't his wedding band. 

"Do his students know that he has photos of me everywhere?" MC thought. Maybe he had to put her as his background on every device he owned. She didn't know that she was his background on all his devices except the ones for work. She also didn't know that his students saw her on his backgrounds, and lock screens, that they melted a little at first, then mocked him for being a simp. But there was no way Takado would tell her this. 

After MC's leaving, Takado's rage got concentrated on Kasumi. For hours, all the other doctors thought that the Overlord was overturned due to how intensely the orthopedist looked at the cardiologist. The only person who seemed not to notice this was Kasumi himself. Even his new wife understood it wasn't the time to cross Takado's path. So, when Takado got called into Kasumi's office, the cardiologist calmly ate MC's bento that got recognized by her husband in the same instant. Noticing his colleague's line of sight, the boss explained:

"Your wife said she didn't have enough appetite today and left her food for me because I am on call today."

"Are you mocking me because you can have every woman in this world while I had to be on the verge of dying to get a few years of happiness?" Takado snapped. 

Kasumi looked at his friend, colleague, and the source of his forming headache. All the words like: "You're enough, I promise, you're enough. Don't think so lowly of yourself. You are loved," dissipated and made enough space for the supreme: "The door is behind you. Come back when you get your brains and manners back."

Takado slammed the door to his boss' office. Kasumi took a deep breath and held it for a second, just to morph it into the loudest and deepest reproach he was capable of: "Manners, please."

The orthopedist rolled his eyes, opened the door again without looking at Kasumi, and closed it silently. However, he couldn't stop himself from giving it a knock with his elbow. Unfortunately, Takado was too old to be a rebel, and he stopped before breaking a bone. So, he decided to continue reading his patients' medical carts. Before he could finish, a dark figure covered his lights.

"I told you to go study manners, not this. You're not in the state to think reasonably today. So, bye-bye," Kasumi said while trying to get the folders from Takado's hands. For a second, Takado thought about suddenly letting go of them. Seeing Kasumi falling on his butt was a revenge good enough. Yet, he still had a wife at home, even if they weren't on good terms. Takado wasn't sure that MC had enough money to arrange his funerals. So, he tried his best to mask his range. 99% of it got under control. But that 1% made Takado's hand clench forcefully on Kasumi's shoulder before leaving the room. After the grip, Kasumi, who clenched his teeth out of pain, tried to find ways to explain to his wife why he would come back with a giant bruise on his shoulder. 

At home, Takado found his wife on the couch. At first, he didn't think too much about it. However, when he entered their shared bedroom and saw no sheets and pillows on the bed, he returned to her.

"Do you want a divorce? It's not even a year after their wedding..."

MC looked at her husband in shock. At first, a ping of guilt reverberated through her ribcage, but after his last sentence, she couldn't think of anything better than to throw a pillow at her soon-to-be ex-husband. 

"You don't even know when is our anniversary and that we celebrated our first year as a family a few weeks ago?"

Takado didn't bother to catch the pillow. Instead, he looked in disbelief at his wife. Something didn't make sense. A deja vu hit him, and he remembered how Kasumi was sure his girlfriend cheated on him with Takado. What if it was the same case and a misunderstanding occurred?

"What are you talking about? Are you even listening to what I am saying?" Takado Munechika, MD, Ph.D., Orthopedics Professor, known as MC's husband, mumbled. MC's face changed from an annoyed look to a quivering lip and teary eyes. The man fell on his knees and cupped his wife's cheeks. 

"Are you ashamed that I am your wife?"

Takado tilted his head and wiped a fat tear from MC's cheek. She closed her eyes, and the sunset orange hues got lost in her little liquid diamonds.

"What makes you say this?" Munechika asked after pressing his forehead against hers. MC tried to suppress a sob but failed and shook herself and her husband. Her fingers caught Takado's wrists and made him press his hands harder against her face. 

"I heard one of your students asking if you are married, and you said no."

This sentence marked the fall of MC's dam. She started to sob hard. Before answering, Munechika pulled MC into a tight embrace, and her head found its place against his chest. His lips kissed the crown of her head till MC calmed enough to hear his answer.

"If you listened a little longer, you would have heard my entire answer."

At this, MC pushed her husband enough to get a better look at his face and frowned. What else could he say to make the situation better? It wasn't as if "No" needed any completion. Plus, it sounded like a standalone answer. And even with another sentence, it didn't make any sense.

"No, that's why I wear a wedding band on my ring finger and call the other Dr. Takado my wife. Of course, I am married."

Okay, it made sense. It was something Takado could say. How could MC forget that her husband was sarcastic? Plus, he wore his wedding band all the time, except for the surgeries. 

MC let the last tears in her eyes fall on Takado's thumbs and smiled. The smile morphed into a hearty smile, and she hugged Munechika harder than ever. For a while, the husband patted his wife on the back.

"But even if I did say no, it didn't give you the right to kiss Kasumi."

MC tilted her head against Munechika's chest. When did she kiss Kasumi? She didn't even kiss Mrs. Kasumi, not to mention the Overlord. Whispering against her ear, Takado gave MC the explanations she needed.

"I heard Kasumi asking if it was okay to kiss you, and you said yes."

Searching through the history of all the words said to her in the past hours, MC finally understood what her husband talked about. 

"I was trying to make a point back then."

"By saying yes to his questions?"

"No, by asking him to ask me this and giving the answer that implied that I am not happy with you."

"Why?"

"Because he was smart enough to understand that it was a misunderstanding that you said you weren't married. And I brought up an example. I said: If he asked me to kiss me and I said yes, and you coincidentally overheard this, you would think of the worst-case scenario, as I thought when I heard you denying your marriage."

Takado tried to repeat all the words MC said and found a sense in them. It took him more than he wanted to admit. However, it wasn't his fault. MC's way of thinking was too strange for simple humans. 

"Mission completed unsuccessfully, I think."

MC nodded and hugged her husband again. At least she wouldn't have to spend her night on the sofa instead of sniffing Takado all night.