#chiyo chans father

[toyo-nugget999]

Father and daughter flying trip

[elite4steffi]

Caught up on Spy x Family and this is all I could think about

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[elsupersaturno123]

First time posting my art!! Hope u like it <3<3

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๑՞⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈 ⠇🦜↴

general info -

meaning: flower fence (花垣) , chestnut flower (栗花落)

alias: tsu-chan (friends), hermit crab (takemichi), boss girl (mizo middle gang)

age: 16 (in 2005); 28 (in 2017) [everyone is a little aged up, like by a year or so]

birthday: 3rd may 1989

zodiac sign: taurus

appearance -

hairstyle: black, short and usually tied into pigtails with locks and bangs framing her face

eyes: deep blue (classic hanagaki trait)

build: she is a little taller than average with firm muscles from training at the dojo since she could walk basically

height: 171 cm (5ft 6in)

personality -

overall: she is rather calm and often resorts to diplomacy to solve squabbles but isn't beyond handing someone their ass if need be. tsuyuri is playful, hard-working and mostly reliable (i say that because with the people she hangs out, ain't no way she gets out of shit with ease)

positive traits: caring, unconditionally generous, open-minded, responsible, rational, isn’t afraid to stand up for justice

negative traits: impulsive, stubborn, emotional, non-committal, mildly possessive

fear(s): water - due to an incident where she almost drowned, tripping while chasing a puppy down the bridge overlooking a river. thankfully, a nice white-haired stranger pulled her out by the scruff of her hoodie in the nick of time, saving her. he also gave her a lollipop which she took eagerly, since nobody said anything about taking candy from heroes.

favourite... -

food: yakitori and tonkatsu ramen

color: coral pink

animal: harp(white) seal

style: casual-comfortable. she always needs to be in something she can move around freely. most of the time, she wears her school uniform, a light brown coat/jacket over it and paired with leggings.

hobbies: playing the guitar, creating handmade gifts

relationships -

parents: unnamed mother, hanagaki tsuneo

grandparents: hanagaki tadashi & chiyo (paternal)

sibling: hanagaki masaru (twin brother)

relative(s): hanagaki takemichi (younger cousin); unnamed uncle and aunt

best friend: emma sano

likes -

causing chaos. she may look like an innocent and otherwise pacifying company but she thrives in ruckus and feeds off the hyped energy all around. in retrospect, she can and will cause a fight and make it seem like she was never there to begin with.

karate. tsuyuri and masaru were put in the sano dojo by their father. it was to get them into self-defense and not leave them unsupervised while he was busy at work. since he was a student there himself, he didn't worry about them getting in too much trouble. while masaru was always getting into fights and getting beaten up, tsuyuri loved it there. she would spend hours on end practicing the katas and perfecting her kicks. sure, she wasn't a prodigy but her dedication made her one of mansaku's best students.

cooking. from a young age, she had to learn to cook for herself and her family since her father was a disaster in the kitchen (that man could burn water) and her grandparents lived too far away to send daily meals. she doesn't mind and loved experimenting a lot. by the time she is a teen, she can make restaurant-style dishes with the correct recipe.

backstory -

In the timeline before Takemichi time-leaped, Tsuyuri had grown up just about the same way, meeting Baji and Manjiro at the Sano Dojo and remaining friends through Emma and their shared trainings. Her father being in the force as a detective left her alone for long lengths of time. When she wasn't in cram school or busy with karate, she'd do arts and crafts. It was shopping for one of those projects that led her to meeting Mitsuya in a cloth store. Later she would be present while Toman was formed, an honorary person just as much as her best friend, the president's sister.

Takemichi and her were never close and she found him standoffish so him running away—although it made her sad—did not affect her as much as Baji's death. She would try to carry on with her life, being a rock for both Sano siblings through Shin's death, a lot of their friends' demise and the gang falling apart and being corrupted.

Emma's death was the last straw for her to cut off all relation with her remaining friends, that being Mikey and Mitsuya. She went socially awol for a while, focusing solely on her studies, got through medical school with a surgeon's degree and became a well known doctor in Shibuya.

In the future, she would lose her job—the hospital firing her to save themselves—for standing up and speaking publicly against the disturbing occurrences resulting from gang skirmishes. But she wouldn't give up that easily, up until the day the police would find her with a bullet through her head, the scene meticulously staged as a suicide.

[pampamtiger]

chiyo-chan and his father, flying together (currently watching :D)

[ainri]

raw unfiltered admiration

song rec: pretty rave girl:S3RL

content waning:cuss words, mentions of explosives, reader is a new hunting dog, fem aligned, reader is in her early-mid twenties, characters are super ooc, not proofread at all and was written at 12:59am-2:53am

endearment: 1, 2

character(s): tetcho suehiro

the hunting dogs get a new member that tetcho takes a very specific interest in

💟💟💟💟

you had recently been transferred from the spy unit of the military police to the hunting dogs. why you may ask? your cover had been blown by a mere boy you knew from anti-terrorism.

after your identity got discovered by the mob you were with, you had to resign from the spy unit. they had an explosive shipping scheme going on where they were shipping explosives out to japan from canada. the problem was a powerful ability user at its' head.

you were willing to risk your life, but not your father's life. he didn't sign up for it nor deserve it, unlike you, that was unfair to him. him dying was a chance you just simply weren't willing to take. due to a private conversation that got leaked by that thing, your cover was blown completely.

you chose to return back to japan for the time being since a friend of your father had offered you a new job. your fathers friend's name was ōchi fukuchi. from what your father had told you, he was a man of many words and clearly likes the sound of his own voice. severely prideful in his colleagues endeavors, sometimes doing as much as to take credit for them.

just your surname and everything was given to you out of fear of what your father might do if you weren't submitted to. your father had been friends with fukuchi for around 20 years; they went to the same college together. your father went into politics, whilst fukuchi went into the military. the pair hadn't been speaking much until recently. it almost felt as if your father was hiding something from you when speaking of him.

the issue that you had back when you were in the spy unit was the fact that your father is a politician. all you ever heard was how you were weak (despite being the strongest in your group including the captain), and most likely didn't even have an ability. how "daddy's money" or "daddy's connections" landed your position as the co-captain of the spy unit. of course you never told your father all of this slander since you wanted these people to keep their jobs, and be able to provide for their families. nonetheless to not prove their point correct.

your father had told you about all of the members of the hunting dogs. as well as brief descriptions of their appearance, personalities, and abilities. again, he wouldn't want his precious baby girl to get played or fall in love with one of the boys already there.

you were headed to the hunting dogs quarters for your first day. theres no consequence for making your uniform a tad more fashionable...right? you wore a higher green skirt with your rapier at your side. along with the uniform top, and a longer cape.

you had walked in and saw a receptionist. she looked like she was in her early 40s or late 30s; she seemed sweet. she had mid length black hair and orange hued eyes. her name plate had the name chiyo fujisaki stated. while you were playing with your rapier handle trying to build up the courage to speak to her a loud bang erupted.

"NO TETCHO IM NOT GONNA EAT THAT SHIT. GET IT AWAY FROM ME." a shorter girl yelled out while falling through the wall. "but itll be good-" a deeper male voice had said while holding out a bowl of sugar and raw rice. you had then locked eyes with the girl first while she smiled at you and ran forward at you. "SHES HERE!! (name)-CHAN!!"

the girl had jumped into your arms. the man with her turning his body to face the two of you; instantly recognizing you. you knew this girl as teruko okura. " hi teruko-san!! " you said returning the same output of energy.

you then paused seeing the man you knew as suehiro tetcho pause and stare at you. gosh. your father did not warn you of how attractive he was. something about him just seemed to drive you over the edge. he had three distinctive marks under his eye, and messy dark brown hair.

" hello tetcho-san. " you had said reluctantly due to his uncomfortable gaze he was setting off at you.

he was truly at a loss for words while he stood there staring at you, admiring your beauty and delicacy. he gave you a look of raw unfiltered admiration " tetcho, (name)-chan's addressing you. answer mutt. " there was a moment of silence that had passed after teruko's rude comment.

" hello (name)-chan. " tetcho had said rather excitedly.

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i watched the first episode of the usotoki rhetoric live action and

a) i'm really mad about them making kanokos mother lie to her when she told kanoko to come back when things get too hard for her, when this is *the very thing* that didn't happen, which the original made an entire point of by dedicating a whole arc to it

b) i love the rest so much lol like, when sensei told tarou-chan there's nothing more expensive in life than something you get for free, a direct quote from the later chapters from senseis and hanasakis time in highschool-->i guess this means we won't get outright flashbacks, but i'm actually fine with that, i think i like sprinkling hints here and there more as a choice (though i suppose this could mean kanoko-mother-arc won't be happening either). also, no idea if this was intentional or not, and it's not like we got any ages or anything confirmed, but i like that kanokos actress is in her late twenties as opposed to late teens lol maybe they'll try to tell us she's totally 16 guyzz like in the manga, but for now i'm headcanoning her being a bit older lol also i loved the scene where she fought over the fish with inari so much omg. i wonder how much will adapted, i haven't researched anything about the live action, so i got absolutely no idea but i imagine (if they aren'T DOING KANOKO-MOM-ARc i guess) the sensei gets accused and subsequent shirou arc will take up most of the time; i just hope it stays as truthful to the original as it has been so far, there were scenes where i was amazed simply because it looked exactly like in the manga, down to the camera perspective lol

c) also this is another bulletpoint because i don't know where to put it in b) not because it's so important as is the case with a), we didn't get a lot of chiyo action yet, but the bit we did get was great lmao i loved the scene where she was mimicing her father behind his back when he apologized for her behaviour so much lmao

i can't wait for tomorrow aaaaaa

[toyo-nugget999]

[spirithunterschoolwarpriestfan]

Stream of Consciousness after Ep 9

YO what they have actually the worst and most lame dude MARK MINNOW pulling up?? >o< 

jk maybe he’s cool idk

IDK that was a lot to unpack for a Mel fan.

When she had to say goodbye to Dad?! that shit was so sad

and her home got fireballed by her traumatized father WHO I GUESS SHE MAY HAVE TRAMUTIZED IN THE FIRTST PLACE??

and like... that's rough buddy

ALSO she’s like actually a death angel?? her form change was into a Shinigami???? feckn’ what?

Also that moment where Hikari was still crushing on monster mel was SO PRECIOUS im dying i love it so much they are perfect SO CUTE

Box jellies say “hai :3″

Mitsuaki. my boi. STILL not doin’ okay

He was the first one knocked out yet again lol

but also HE GOT A CALL FROM MOM?

oh no

that was not a great exchange

my lad is angsty and angry at her

and she is just like “i’m getting sued watch ur ass”

Loved that Kori and Noburo aside where THEY got to make fun of how awkward Togarashi and Mel where. Like my dudes you are just as awkward, you ain’t hard just because you are both edgy lol

Codex Temporal... bruh SO MUCH LORE just dropped!

its like mega old evil and about to dictate the direction of this whole show AND THEY DONT EVEN KNOW IF THEY CAN BE TRUELY Destroyed??? 

ALSO this shit has some kind of time travel powers and that is so crazy that ITO was tempted by its magic?? ALSO that flashback was so visceral that bro woke up throwing an actual fireball. I am worried about him.

That speech Ito gave to Mel about how they can be so strong and make positive change in the present world even when he cannot seems like important foreshadowing idk how

Chiyo-chan continues to be the best and cutest thing to exist. not news, but IMPORTANT

She is such a good friend to Mel, like their sisterlike relationship is so powerful

But like her waking up to even her “fuck you” shorts. it was all so peak Chiyo cuteness

Her and Hikari’s “Final Boss stuff” was also so inspireing low-key. Like Mel was muttering “be the final boss” when it was training time AND IT WAS SO

lost money betting on mitsuaki not getting knocked out first. Iconic.

Hikari lore need to drop next episode because ive got questions

That black sand was SO RAD

Togarashi. Sweet prince.

Togarashi feeling ashamed and getting ready to leave was heartbreaking

THEN that vision from his god :0

Was the burning tome a vision from his god that he is on the right path? the quest to destroy the Codex Temporal is holy for him at this point i guess

omg him and Mel making up was sop important to me AND THE HUGGS :’)))

with the pepper seed too?? that is a really cute intersectionality of their friendship and what they find meaning in, where Mel is caring for these pepper plants now and maybe Toga will cook using things she grow. I cannot wait to see how her garden will grow in the spring

Overall a great episode with plenty of heavy and badass stuff and lots of healing cutesy stuff. 10/10

[jkgnggj]

👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏👏

NO BC UR SO RIGHTTT OKOKLEMME ADD SUM

literally everyone should write an essay on him I think he's like the deepest character ever he's got so much potential and everyone just sleeps on him </3

Anywayssss UR SO RIGHT idk anything Abt omori but I'm guessing ur talking Abt that guy that looks like Tori in the orange??? That's what I'm thinking idk the fanart I've seen of him makes him Tori coded in my book but idk but anyways yeah how the fuck is Tori so like chill ? So chirpy and upbeat and shit when he literally has neglectful if not absent parents, no father figure, no family to speak of or friends. Closest thing to a friend he's got is saiki and ig maybe hii chan but like that's Abt it. Everything else is just hcs yk that's the only canon ones maybe even Miko or Chiyo if u wanna stretch it. So it makes u wonder how he's not fucking depressed like saiki (plot twist he is he just doesn't fucking show it duhhh)

Also yeah I've talked Abt the possible reasons for him becoming a pervert and being obsessed with sex / physical touch. It's Abt like being loveless and sex being the ultimate like culmination of someone's love yk? And also Abt being so starved for physical touch the hugs escalated to wanting more and needing more and that manifested into hypersexuality etc. I have talked Abt this like five times by this point lol. And I will talk bout it again 😈

well time to do a analysis (or just talking about him) on toritsuka Reita because I need to,

first of all how in hell is he so happy like his father left him his mother died his grandparents turned to be ghosts like how is he not depressed I reminds of Kel from omori like "yea this VERY BAD thing happen to me and yes I will act like that never happened" Reita just acting like he got no trauma (but he does)

reasoning on why Reita is a pervert ( and no I'm not trying to make excuses for his actions I'm trying to give reasonings) main point he basically lived with ghosts, he could not touch ghosts as you see in the anime or manga because of that he go's to touch everyone body's i think because of that he be come obsessed with body's

last, the kittytank arc, (i could not read the manga but i know who they meet) like holy shit what did kuusuke do to reita before saiki got to him like what did he do!? people really don't talk a lot of the kittytank arc, well I'm finish

oh and life hates us now by mafumafu is some parts toritsuka coded (it's saiki coded to)

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I just made this excellent digital art collage/image edit. I don't understand it either but you're welcome.

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https://mobile.twitter.com/tkmiz/status/865584815487107073

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🦂SasoDei💥 Family Part 3

ENGLISH

Fumiko (ふ み こ) means "girl of great beauty" or "academic girl"

Nickname / alias: "Imōto / sister" for her siblings, "Fumi-chan" for her friends.

Hobby: she collects stuffed animals, dolls or toys.

Food: She likes to eat Yakisoba (焼 き そ ば) and Gyōza (餃子) and what she doesn't like to eat is cold or raw food.

Sweets: The hishimochi (菱 餅 ひ し も ち)

Likes: Sewing and fixing clothes and toys.

Dislikes: She does not like to break or destroy things that she has previously created or remedied for her.

Favorite words: "Nice" - (綺麗 な) / Kireina

Phrases: "When I grow up I will become an artist"

Age 7 years

May 3 Birthday / Taurus Sign ♉

Blood Type AB

Family:

Sasori Akasuna (Father)

Deidara Kamiruzu (Daddy)

Katsumi (older sister)

Raiko & Renzo (Twin Older Brothers)

Chiyo (Great-grandmother)

Ebizo (Great-grandfather uncle)

Sasori's Parents (Grandparents)

Ishikawa (great-great-grandfather)

Ōnoki (Great-grandfather)

Kurotsuchi (Aunt)

Kozuchi (Uncle) †

Appearance: He has white skin, his shoulder-length hair is reddish in color and hangs near the cheeks and forehead, his eyes are of a different color: his right eye is blue and his left eye is ash brown. She is the shortest of all her friends.

Clothing: she consists of a long-sleeved purple tunic that reaches below the legs, she has a belt at the waist, a lilac scarf and leggings with black ninja sandals. She wears a bow that gathers her hair from behind her.

Personality: she is a shy, warm, loving, generous and very patient girl. She shows great compassion towards the weakest, and she is always there to comfort and help them where she can. She often daydreams and often has her head in the clouds. Her voice is soft, gentle and very low almost like a whisper.

Curiosities:

-He has heterochromia from birth.

-Since Fumiko was born she always addresses Deidara as "Mommy" and Sasori as "Daddy."

-Despite saying "mommy" to Deidara, he at first gets annoyed with Sasori since he was the one who told Fumiko what to call him.

-The taste for stuffed animals, dolls or toys began when his family gave them certain objects.

• Sasori gave him his first puppet whom he named Kimyōna.

• Deidara gave him clay figurines of animals without explosives.

• Katsumi, her older sister, gave her a clay doll with a lolita outfit.

• Her brothers gave her stuffed animals.

-He likes to wear warm clothes on sunny days.

-He does not dislike visiting his great-grandparents (grandparents as he calls them) Chiyo and Ōnoki as his brothers (Katsumi and the twin brothers).

ESPAÑOL

Fumiko (ふみこ) significa "chica de gran belleza" o "niña academica"

Apodo/Alias: "Imōto/hermana" por sus hermanos , "Fumi-chan" por sus amigos.

Hobby: Coleccionar peluches, muñecas o juguetes. 

Comida: Le gusta comer Yakisoba (焼きそば)y el Gyōza (餃子) y lo que no le gusta comer es la comida fría o cruda. 

Dulces: El hishimochi (菱餅 ひしもち)

Gustos: Coser y remediar ropa y juguetes.

Disgustos: no le gusta romper o destruir cosas que antes han sido creados o remediados por ella.

Palabras favoritas: "Bonito" - (綺麗な) / Kireina 

Frases: "Cuando crezca me convertiré en una artista"

Edad 7 años

Cumpleaños 3 de Mayo / Signo Tauro ♉

Tipo de Sangre AB

Familia:

Sasori Akasuna (Padre)

Deidara Kamiruzu (Papa)

Katsumi (hermana mayor)

Raiko & Renzo (Hermanos Mayores Mellizos)

Chiyo (Bisabuela)

Ebizo (Tio Bisabuelo)

Padres de Sasori (Abuelos)

Ishikawa (Tatarabuelo)

Ōnoki (Bisabuelo)

Kurotsuchi (Tia)

Kozuchi (Tio)†

Apariencia: Tiene la piel blanca, su pelo llega hasta los hombros es de color rojizo y cuelga cerca de las mejillas y frente, sus ojos son de diferente color: su ojo derecho es azul y su ojo izquierdo es café ceniza. Es la mas bajita de estatura de todos sus amigos. 

Vestimenta: Consta de una túnica de color morado de mangas largas que llega por debajo de las piernas, tiene un cinturón en la cintura, una bufanda de color lila y mallas en las piernas con sandalias ninjas negras. Lleva un moño que recoge su cabello por detrás. 

Personalidad: Es una niña tímida, cálida, cariñosa generosa y muy paciente.  Demuestra una gran compasión hacia los más débiles, y siempre está allí para consolarlos y ayudarlos en lo que puede. Suele soñar despierta y a menudo tiene la cabeza en las nubes. Su voz es suave, apacible y muy bajita casi como un susurro.

Curiosodades:

-Tiene heterocromía desde nacimiento.

-Desde que nacio Fumiko siempre se dirige a Deidara como "Mami"  y a Sasori  como "Papi".

-Apesar de decirle "mami" a Deidara, este al principio se molesta con Sasori ya que fue el quien le dijo Fumiko como llamarlo.

-El gusto por los peluches, muñecas o juguetes comenzo cuando su familia les regalaron ciertos objetos.

•Sasori le regalo su primera marioneta a quién nombró Kimyōna.

•Deidara le regalo figurillas de arcilla de animalitos sin explosivos.

•Katsumi su hermana mayor le regalo una muñeca de arcilla con vestimenta lolita.

•Sus hermanos le regalaron peluches de animales.

-Le gusta vestir ropas calidas en días soleados.

-No le disgusta visitar a sus bisabuelos (abuelos como les llama) Chiyo y Ōnoki como a sus hermanos (Katsumi y los melllizos).

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Omnipotent Deity: The Legend Of The Tiger

Tiger!yoongi x Villager!reader    mature 18+

Summary: The village you live in is small and poor. When your family starts getting sick from malnourishment, you’d do anything to help your family from facing death. Hearing about the legends of the almighty tiger who has immense power that can grant wishes, you think it’s your only way. That is, if he deems your worthy. 

Word count: 6.9k words

Warnings: myths, smut, yoongi is a god, and a tiger

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“I’m afraid that your mother does not have much time to live, young Y/N.”

“A-are you sure?” you look up at the shaman that stands before your sickly mother. 

“Her body can’t adjust to the lifestyle that has been brought upon us,” the shaman sighs, “the never-ending drought has been with us for two years now.” 

“Is there anything I can do? Any villages close by that can help?” you ask desperately.  

“Villages nearby have been facing the same issues as us, there’s nothing I can do, young Y/N,” the shaman bends down to touch mother’s forehead. 

Two years have gone by since the start of the drought. Two years since the crops and livestock have gone down significantly. Crops are hard to harvest, and the livestock have been getting eaten by the tigers that live in the mountains. It felt like there was no way out. 

Life without mother was something unimaginable to you. Not only did she teach you everything you knew, but she brought warmth with her wherever she went. She was generous to the village. Being married to a head elder, she was a mother to the village. People came to her when times were rough, and mother would help them. 

“Thank you for coming by,” you walk the village shaman to the entrance of your wooded home. The blazing sun hits the both of you. 

She turns around to face you, “Young Y/N, there’s something I must tell you-”

“Y/N! There you are!” Your father, one of the head elders of the village, comes your way. 

“I’ve been looking for you, Y/N,” you father approaches you and bows his head to the shaman, “good afternoon, Ms. Chiyo, how is my wife’s condition?”

“Not good, my son,” she says, “the illness is taking her little by little.” 

The shaman grabs a hold of father’s hands, patting them, “with the little resources we have, there’s not much we can do, and the rituals that I have done was not effective.” 

“We need to pray to the spirits that she goes back to good health.” 

“Thank you for checking on her, Ms. Chiyo, if we need anything else, then we’ll reach out to you.” Father bows to her once again.

“Oh, and Y/N, I want you to come join the head elders meeting with me,” he states, “I think we need more insight from others than just the head elders.” Father gives you a pat on your back. 

“I’m not so sure, father,” you look down, “mother is very ill right now, and I’d like to stay with her for now.”

You were scared, to be quite frank. 

“Young Y/N go with your father to the meeting,” the shaman puts her hand on your shoulder. “One day, when both your parents are old, you have to take your place as one of the head elders.” 

The village shaman starts heading down the dirt road, “we shall talk again another time.” 

The first thing you do before leaving with your father, is pray.

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The purpose of the meeting was to address the main problem: livestock being snatched and eaten. Being in front of the other elders was nothing you weren’t used to, but the fact that this is your first ever meeting, the tension was like none other. 

“Mr.Y/L/N, I just want to point out that nothing we have done so far is improving. My crops are still not growing, and my chickens are disappearing one by one,” An elder starts speaking. 

“I understand, Mrs. Yang, but even the crops that we have gathered from our neighboring village aren’t growing,” your father tries to mediate. It’s not going well, since the entire village is facing the same problems. 

“Them damn tigers left the cow carcass outside our farmland!” Another elder shouts. 

“We should send some people to kill those damn evil-incarnates! I only have one pig left!”

And like that, shouts are coming from every direction. 

“You’re not sending my family back out there again! I lost my eldest grandson thanks to the impulsive decision to attack the tigers!” 

“Yeah! Who will protect us when we send out fighters?!” 

What do you say? Their words are jumbling up in your head that you can’t formulate a straight answer to any of these problems. This was out of your league. No way are you going to measure up to your dad as a head elder. 

“I want everyone to calm down!” Fathers low voice booms through the ground, “we are weak not only in numbers, but in strength as well.” he starts.

“Tigers do not attack us unless provoked or if we trespass their territory,” he informs “they may be solitary animals, but not when they have their cubs, and god knows that a mother will always protect their cubs.” 

A mother will always protect their cubs. You personally understood what that meant. Mother treated the village like her own cub. We were one big family. We must protect one another to survive. And that’s what we have been doing for centuries. The fire in your heart ignites. The need to protect your family sits inside you. One day, it will be up to you to protect everyone in this village. 

But is there any solution to our problem? We have tried everything we could come up with. 

“Y’all might as well pray to the spirits that the Tiger God grants our wishes!” A random voice says from behind the group. Everyone turns to look at the owner of the voice. The voice belonged to a man by the name of crazy uncle Chan. The one that spews nonsense every day, every hour, every minute. The one that was attacked by a tiger and lived. He bears a deep scar on his face as a trophy. He’s got a total of three teeth, smokes opium every 5 minutes, and always has jokes up his sleeve. The elders may not take him seriously, but the young ones love to be around him.

Crazy Chan cackles and slaps his knee, “the legend of the Tiger God! He’s our only hope!” 

“Chan, stop,” Father intervenes, “that’s just a childhood story.” 

“Oh, if only you knew.”

The Tiger God? You knew nothing about the Tiger God. Nor have been told stories as a child. He grants wishes? Multiple questions pop up in your head. Curious to know about the myth that crazy Chan speaks about. The shaman did say that we should pray to the spirits. Could this Tiger God be real? 

The sun has reached the horizon when the meeting ends. You never spoke once, but you listened to each problem that the village was facing. Maybe if you think more on it, you’ll come up with a solution. But as of right now, you wanted to find crazy Chan. 

As everyone leaves back to their homes, you find crazy Chan sitting on a rock smoking out of his pipe, “Hey Mr. Chan! Can I ask you something?” You approach the crazy man. 

“Ah, Y/N! How are ya this fine evening? Care for a smoke?” He offers his pipe. 

“Uh, no, thank you, I don’t smoke,” you push his pipe away, “I was wondering if you could tell me about the Tiger God?” you ask hopefully. You take a seat on the dry grass next to him. 

“The legend of Yoongi! The Tiger God!” Crazy Chan flails around. 

“Yes, the Tiger God,” you hesitantly start, “what is the myth?”

“Oh, young one, it is no myth,” He shakes his head, “no, no, no.” 

“The legend is real,” he grabs both of your shoulders and shakes you. 

Crazy Chan lets go of you and starts the story with a hushed tone, “the legend goes that if you bring him three specific items, he’ll do an evaluation, and if he deems you worthy, he shall grant you one wish.” Chan’s eyes bulge out of his head as he comes close to your face. 

“In a hundred years, no one has had the privilege of ever seeing him,” he turns and stares off into the plain field, “except for one man.” He extends out his arm and pokes your forehead with his pointer finger. 

That night, you barely slept. Curious about the story and the legend of the Tiger God. You look over to your parents, with the moon shining down on the both of them. Why haven’t they told you about the story? Maybe you don’t remember it as a child. Father did say it was a children’s story. 

The story that crazy Chan told you was stuck in your head. A young man, by the name of Jungkook, was a poor son living in poverty and famine. People had gone to see the Tiger God often, but all of them were not worthy enough to get their wishes granted. Everyone was turned down, except for one man. Legend says that the tiger was referred as a God, because of the immense power he possessed. Jungkook was the only one who the Tiger God deemed worthy; therefore he got his wish granted. 

The idea that pops up into your head is a crazy one, but at this point, you're desperate for anything.

--

You find crazy Chan once again, smoking his pipe on the rock he always sits on, with children littering the area around him. The sun is beaming down, hotter than normal today. You go to join the kids on the grass, in hopes of getting more information out of crazy Chan. 

“Mr. Chan! Could you tell me more about the Tiger God?” You ask. 

“Ah! Young Y/N, why the sudden interest?” He inquires. 

“Mr. Chan! Tell us about the Tiger God!” The children speak out. 

“You guys too? Oh man, I tell you guys the story almost every day!” He shrieks. 

“Tells us! Tell us! Tell us!” The kids chant. 

“Oh, alright,” he succumbs to their chants, “what would you like to know?”

“How powerful is he?!”

“Is he really big?”

“Is he a prince?”

“Is he a tiger or a human?”

“Can he fly?!”

The children gobble crazy Chan with questions. You can’t help but admire the children and their youthful thinking. The curiosity in their eyes, all the wonder and enthusiasm. 

“Really powerful, maybe, no, both, and maybe.” Crazy Chan answers all the questions in one go. You smile in amusement at how blunt his answers were. 

“Is there a way to meet the Tiger God?” You finally ask after everyone had their turn. 

“My, my, my!” He puts his hand on his hips, while having the pipe rest in his mouth, “young Y/N, are you interested in finding him and make a wish? Cause if you are...then you might be crazier than me! Hah!” He slaps his knees and cackles, which makes all the other kids laugh and fall to the ground. 

That was the only thing you got out of him the entire day. Every question you threw at him, he would turn it around and make it into a joke to make the kids laugh.

Maybe your suspicions of the Tiger God was wrong. The possibility of it being real was something you were clinging on to in hopes that it would save mother. The rest of the day, you cursed at yourself repeatedly. What made you believe in a children’s fairytale? Granting wishes? Immense power? Of course, no such thing would exist. The fire inside you was dimming. 

--

The next morning, everyone heard the cries. One of the elder’s granddaughter had died. At only six years old, she had died from the same illness mother was facing. The whole village gathered around her burial. The aura was filled with sorrow. The wind was calm, and the air was deathly silent. But you heard the cries, heard the sniffles. Death was not unknown, but the occurrence was minimum. The village prayed, while the shaman did her ritual. 

Majority of the villagers left the burial. Even the little girl’s family. Father had brought mother for the funeral but were the first ones to leave when it ended. You understood. Mother was better off resting. The only one who stayed behind was you, and crazy Mr. Chan. The sight of him was unusual. Something never seen. He was void of emotions. Staring off into the grassy field. His pipe was in his hand, but since the beginning of the funeral, he has not taken a hit. 

You walked and stood next to him, keeping silent the whole time. You assume he would want silence. There was nothing you could say to him. Mr. Chan was the one person every kid in this village loved to be with. He filled their lives with joy. 

Like habit, he finally takes a hit out of his pipe, “young Y/N, listen to me carefully, cause I’ll only say this once.” He takes another hit.

“Or maybe twice, because I’ll forget I said it the first time, but anyways,” he says frantically. 

“You need to go to the mountains,” Mr. Chan starts off. “There’s only one cave in the mountains, and you must go there.” He looks at you with a serious face. 

“You need to bring one tiger tooth and a pair of chicken feet.” All the pieces are coming together. Your face contorts into confusion. 

“But... why-” 

“There’s no time, Y/N, you must see the Tiger God.”

“B-but it’s just a myth!”

“It’s real, and you need to stop these chains of events from ever happening again, Y/N,” Mr. Chan is fully facing you, “I believe you are the one who can change everything.” 

“I-I thought you need three things?” You’re as frantic as ever. 

“I only remember two, but it doesn’t matter, because you need to take this chance to meet him.” 

“What do I do?” You cry out to him. 

You don’t sleep that night. Too busy preparing for the mission that starts when the sunlight hits the sky. Chicken feet was the easiest to obtain. The orders that Mr. Chan gave you is running repeatedly in your head. But he didn’t tell you how to get a tiger tooth. 

Are you going to have to hunt for a tiger? The absurdity in everything is making the world spin around you. You grab onto the wall of your home for support. Beads of sweat drips down your face. You’re not entirely sure if it’s due to the weather, or if it’s because you’re freaking out. You look to your parents to see if they’re still asleep, not wanting to wake them up. 

That’s when you see it. The hit of the moonshine on the spot of your getaway. Of course. You were making this too hard for yourself. You tiptoe to the head of your parents, eyes glued on father’s tiger tooth necklace. You hear your heartbeat in your eardrums as you hover over father. As careful as possible, you snap the twine that holds the tooth and slowly lift the object. You back away as soon as you have it in your grasp, heart beating out of your chest. 

“You need to leave as soon as the sun rises,” flashback of Mr. Chan’s orders flow through your head, “the tigers hunt at night, so travelling during the day is the safest option, and they won’t attack humans unless provoked.” 

“But I interpreted the prophecy and believe that the path to the cave will be easy.” He states.

“But how do you know?” you ask. 

“All the stories of people going to the cave and back never come back harmed,” he recalls, “however, they never got to see the Tiger God.” 

“Also, what prophecy?” 

“There’s no time, young Y/N, you need to get a tiger tooth and chicken feet.” 

--

Thankfully, no one was awake at this time. You set out on the path that Mr. Chan directed you to follow, with hope and fear coursing through your veins. No one has gone this far into the mountains. The dirt path that lead up to the start of the mountain slope was straightforward. Almost as if this was a road leading you straight to a castle. And that castle belonged to the Tiger God. 

The walk felt foreign to you, for you had never gone this far from the village. Frequently, you would check each side of you in case of a lurking tiger. Fear drips with every step. The last thing you need was to be attacked by a tiger. 

Alas, the long journey awaits you. Your judgement of the size of the mountain did not fail you. You knew it would take you till nightfall to reach the cave. Watching the sunset had given you serenity. Like the calm before the storm. You understood that this task will not be an easy one and knew nothing of what’s to come. Once the sun fell behind the horizon, you had reached the entrance to the cave. 

The view of it gave you chills. The feeling of a lurking entity frightened you. Fear had taken over your body. You could always turn back. 

No. The fear does not compare to the pain you feel. The pain of having a sickly mother on the verge of death. The pain and suffering of the entire village that you grew up with. You must do this. You need to do this. For the sake of the village, and for the sake of your mother. If this damn Tiger God is your only hope, then you’ll take your chances. 

With the courage that had appeared inside your heart, you fire up a torch and enter the dark and murky cave. The feeling of a lurking entity never left. The feeling of fear never left. But there is no other choice. You walk with a shaky hand, holding the lit-up torch in front of you.

Roaming deeper into the cave, you find nothing but a long tunnel that stretches down into a dark abyss. Is there going to be something at the end of the tunnel like cave? You don’t see anything besides your torch, and the entrance that is now far from you. Your courage is now long gone from you, left at the entrance of the cave. 

Welp, there’s nothing here for you. You turn around to leave this dark and scary cave, but that’s when you hear it. A low growl echoing through the cave. You almost feel paralyzed as you slowly turn back around. Your bones are shaking and the only thing you hear besides the low growl is your increasing heartrate. Your heart is about to beat out of your chest, and your mind has concluded that you are going to die. Right here. Right now.  

Two glowing bulbs appear far ahead of you. The feline eyes are the only things you see in the dark abyss. The growl is low, but loud in your eardrums. The eyes come closer, bit by bit. In a flash, the cave is being lit on the sides of the walls. Torches hung in a line through each side of the cave. And as the well-viewed tiger stalks towards you, as the first two paws take a step, each torch lights up one by one. 

Your torch has been long gone on the floor, blown out. Body becoming paralyzed at the sight of a tiger. The tiger is still stalking towards you, slowly but surely. Eyes glowing straight at you, teeth baring at full display. The tingling sensation of fear runs through your veins. From your fingertips to the soles of your feet. The intentions of the tiger are unknown. All logical thoughts left your body. The only thing you can do is accept your fate. 

The tiger has now approached you, and slowly strides around you. Body still paralyzed; you don’t even dare to look at your side. The tiger is now at the side of your peripheral vision. 

A soft touch jolts your awareness. It is then that you realize that the tiger is caressing your back with its long and oddly strong tail. Your body is stone frozen, as the areas are burning with every touch

“Look what the cat dragged in.” A deep voice says. So smooth..so alluring.

Lost for words at how the damn tiger can speak, it comes back around to your other side. But what shocks you is that it’s not a tiger that appears, but a full-grown man in all his glory, and his tail still touching you. With his jet-black hair and a long scar down his eye, you knew this was no ordinary man. He must be the Tiger God. 

The man appears in front of you, staring back at you with his feline like eyes. You look at anywhere, but him. Seeing as how attractive this fearsome man is, astonishes you. “To what do I owe the pleasure...” 

“Y-Y/N,” you stutter out. “A-and I came to make a wish.” You rush it out. 

“What makes you think you are worthy enough?” He spits out. The man walks back, walking to what you see now as stairs leading up to a throne. All made in stone. 

You ponder for a minute. What makes you worthy? You brought the items you were told to bring. Do they make you worthy? 

“I-I brought the things you wanted!” You cry out desperately. “Unfortunately, I only have two of the things...” You wince at your stupidity. He won’t be happy if you only brought two of the three items. 

“Oh, I assure you, kitten,” the man chuckles. “You brought me the three things that I want.” 

“Come closer, kitten.” He waves his fingers at me while smirking. “I don’t bite.” 

You pick up the courage to move your feet, not wanting to disobey the god-like man. Each step becomes faster and faster to make sure you don’t disappoint or anger him by being slow. The basket you brought with you had carried the things you needed. Lowering down to your knees, you set the basket down and take out each item. 

“I don’t know how I have the third item, sir.” You lightly bow to the man. 

“Seems like a little kitten was ill-informed on the necessities of seeing the legendary Yoongi, huh?” His smirk never leaves his face. “This should be fun.” 

“I-I don’t understand, sir.” 

The man, who goes by the name Yoongi, starts descending the stairs slowly. With each step, you become more nervous and more scared of what he’s going to do. When the man appears in front of you, he squats down, looming over you. You try to look at anything else but his nakedness. 

“You give me three things to represent different qualities that I deem worthy.” He takes the chicken feet that have been sitting on the bottom of the stairs. In one gulp, he swallows the feet. The action baffles you. 

“I love chicken feet.” He shrugs. “However, you were supposed catch a tiger by yourself, and give me a tooth.” The man picks up the tiger tooth you had stolen from father and examines it. Realization struck you. You’re not worthy, since you didn’t get the tooth on your own. 

“I’ll let it slide, kitten.” He smiles deviously at you. “It’s been a hundred years, and no one was as innocent as you” Yoongi chuckles. 

“I can smell it from a mile away.” He leans a little towards you and breaths in deeply. The act makes your heart flip. 

“W-what are you talking about?” You’re even more confused. 

“There’s always a price to pay, little kitten.” Yoongi starts. “You give me the things that I want to prove if you’re worthy of making a wish.” 

The Tiger God holds up the tiger tooth. “This represents bravery; however, you didn’t get this one on your own.” He shrugs. “The feet represent generosity.”

“And lastly...innocence.” Yoongi’s eyes shift into something unreadable. But the way he’s staring into you, makes your cheeks hot. 

“Innocence? Like what?” Gradually, you’re starting to understand. 

“Oh, kitten, I love how innocent and naïve you are!” He chuckles. Yoongi gets back up and heads to the stoned throne. You can’t help but look at the view of his curves and naked back side. Something inside you churns. The Tiger God’s presence alone makes you feel something so foreign to you.

As he sits down, he pats his lap. “Come sit.” He demands. Without a thought, you’re making your way up the stairs and plopping yourself on his lap as told. Almost as if something else has taken over your body. The feeling of him underneath you burn your thighs. The close proximity makes your heartbeat faster. You can’t tell what it is that you’re feeling. Never have you ever felt like this towards anyone. 

“What is it that you desire, my little kitten?” Yoongi rubs your thighs. His touch shoot tingles throughout your entire body. Burning heat starts growing in the pit of your stomach. 

“I want my village-” Yoongi hushes you with his finger on your lips. 

“I know what your wish is, but I want you to tell me,” he drags his finger down your lips, “what is it that you desire?” You look the man and watch his facial expressions. Yoongi’s eyes were piercing into your own. Your body is starting to feel different. The way your body reacts to his touch indicates something your unknown to. Chills run through your body. You feel your nipples perking, and it’s not because of the cold. 

“I-I don’t know what I desire, sir.” You stutter out. “But I don’t want you to stop touching me.” You’re embarrassed at your own confession. 

“So innocent.” Yoongi whispers. “Suck” He brings his finger back to your lips. You instantly wrap your lips around his digits and start doing what he commanded. The way he watches you with his tongue sticking out a bit, arouses you even more. 

“You want me to touch you, kitten?” He asks. You nod, slowly. “Say ‘please’ for me. ‘Please, Yoongi.’” He looks at you erotically. His finger slips out of your mouth, slick with saliva. 

“Please.” You breathe out. “Please, Yoongi. Touch me.” You beg. Your brain has gone foggy at this point.

He pulls your back against his chest and uses his knees to spread your legs. His knees keep your legs spread for him, as he trails his hands down. 

“Where do you want me to touch you, kitten?” He breathes in your ear. His hot breath combined with the way he’s talking shoots thrills to your core. Your eyes almost roll back, and he’s barely done anything. 

“Everywhere.” You tell him. He starts with your jaw. Outlining the side of your jaw slowly, he makes his way down to your neck. Softly dragging his fingers, making a trail of saliva wherever he went. When he reaches your perked nipples, he takes extra time to knead the swell of your breast while pinching your nipples. Yoongi is making you feel hazy with the way his hands are touching you. You moan with each pinch before his hands leave your breast to trail down your stomach. 

“Yoongi!” You moan as he touches you where you didn’t know you needed him. His hand goes down your pants and brushes a finger up and down your slick. 

“Mm, feel how wet you are, kitten.” He collects your juices and brings them around your bundle of nerves, circling it with his fingers. The fire you feel inside your stomach burns more and more as he plays with your clit. He strides his tongue up the side of your neck to behind your ear. Your head falls onto his shoulders, letting him make a mess out of you. Taking your earlobe between his teeth, he moans lowly. 

“You like that, kitty? Like how good my fingers are making you feel?” He inquires. Your brain can’t formulate any words, so all you do is give him a small nod. His fingers become faster. You whine at the newfound speed and arch your back into him. 

“No one’s ever touched you, huh? You want me to show you how good it can feel?” You nod vigorously, wanting more of his fingers. Your stomach is tightening as you feel the immense pleasure. It’s nothing you ever felt before. 

“You’re doing so good, kitten. You’re making my cock hard with you moving on top of me. You want my cock inside you, kitty?” The next thing that overwhelms you is Yoongi slowly putting a finger inside you. The unfamiliar feeling sends shock waves everywhere. From the nibbling on the ear, to his grunting in your ear, all on top of his finger pumping in you, sends you completely over the edge. Fireworks explode in your eyes as you come right on top of him, legs shaky and back arched into him. 

“Kitten, you’re so tight.” He chuckles. “I don’t know if I’ll fit.” He says to you as you calm down from your orgasm. 

“Will it hurt?” You finally speak. You try to catch your breath, as you feel a shift from underneath him. The hard, poking feeling is coming from his cock. 

“Relax, little one, only a little bit.” He laughs in your ear. “But you’ll grow to love it.” Everything happens in a flash. He’s got your ass up and faced down on the plateau of the stairs. Yoongi’s one step down, kneeling behind you. His cock is in his hands, pumping slowly. The way he eyes your dripping cunt makes you feel self-conscious, but his next move arouses you. “Look at this cunt dripping for me. I can’t wait to put my cock in your pretty pussy.” He collects your juices and wraps it around his red, swollen cock. You moan at the sight of him. 

“I want you to be loud for me, kitten.” He kneads your ass cheeks. 

You’re unaccustomed to the pain that comes with slipping his cock into you. Your walls are being stretched and it feels like he’s ripping you up. Yoongi moans as he fully bottoms you out. He’s balls deep in you and you feel him hitting every wall. Every nook and cranny that resides in you. 

“Fuck, kitten.” He groans. “You’re so tight for me.” He throws his head back and grabs onto your waist. Pleasure comes over you as he hits a certain spot. His thrusts are slow, allowing you to adjust to his size. Just like he said, you grew to love it. The pain you felt was replaced with pleasure. 

“Faster, Yoongi!” You grew impatient. You wanted him to go faster. You needed him to hit that one spot again. You’ve become addicted to the feeling. 

Yoongi snaps his cock into you harshly. “Did I say you can tell me what to do, little one?” The pain that came with it was what you wanted. Oh, did it feel so good. “I'm a God. You’re omnipotent deity. You don’t tell me what to do when I have you bowing before me as I pound my cock into you, little kitten.” 

Yoongi snaps his hips once again. He snaps three more times before he’s pounding into you profusely. His cock is hitting the spot where you wanted him to be and you couldn’t be more thrilled. You feel sharp nails digging into the curvature of your ass. The pain alights the fire within you. Your knees are digging into the ground so hard, that you’re sure they’re bleeding, but it adds to the pain and pleasure that you’re growing to love. You feel his balls slapping on your clit with every thrust. Everything is pushing you more and more to the edge. You want nothing more than to come again. You had no prior experience of such pleasure.  

“This is what you wanted?” He lowers his head to yours. “Wanted me to fuck you harder so you can come again? Huh, kitty?” He asks. 

“Yes, Yoongi, I want to come again, please!” 

“Beg for it, kitten, I wanna hear you.” He growls in your ear. 

“Yoongi, please!” You start begging. “I wanna come again! You feel s’good inside me!” Your words are slurring. The haziness from the pleasure has taken over you. 

“I wanna come for you, please, Yoongi.” 

He picks you up and sits you on top of his lap, cock never leaving your pussy. You’re now facing the entrance of the cave as he holds your waist up to pound into you. 

“You like the way I fuck you, kitten? You wanna come for me again like the good kitty you are?” He says into your ear. Yoongi has figured out that you liked him whispering into your ear. The dirty words he says to you combined with how he’s making you feel, makes you feel like you’re on cloud nine. 

He wraps a hand around your neck and holds tightly. “Answer me, kitty.” 

“Yes, oh god, yes.” Your head is thrown back. Eyes now rolling to the back of your head. “You feel so good, Yoongi! So big.” You’d do and say anything to come again. The fire inside you is burning and you know what’s coming. 

“I want you to come for me, kitten.” His other hand reaches down to rub on your clit. You moan loudly and grind your pussy on to his cock. You’re riding to reach your high and you feel it coming to you faster. The way his fingers feel on you is pushing you more and more to the edge. Yoongi’s sucking your earlobe once again, which adds to the fire burning inside. 

“I feel you tightening around me, kitty.” He pounds into you faster. “Why don’t you come for me?” His voice is sinister. His finger works faster, and he knows you’re about to come. You clenched around him so tight that he was unexpectedly about to come. 

The feeling of your orgasm is stronger than the last one. You see white lights in your eyes as your orgasm hits you like tidal waves. You’re shaking on top of him, as he’s still fucking you. 

“Fuck, kitten, you’re so sexy.” he grunts out. “I’m about to come from how tight you feel.” You let him fuck into you as you come back to your senses. Purposefully, you clench around him as tight as you can.

“Kitten you’re gonna make me come!” His hips stutter up and you feel his cock twitch inside you. His moans were like angels singing in your ear. As he comes down from his high, he lifts you up from him and watches the way his come drips out of you. His cock is still twitching from the orgasm he had. 

“Oh, kitten, you’re really worth the wait.” He breaths out. Sweat is dripping down his face, and you couldn’t think of anything more god-like than this. 

“Am I worthy of making a wish?” You look at him and ask. Yoongi’s eyes are closed, making you feel doubtful. Did you waste your time and innocence? 

“There’s one more thing I need from you...” He starts.

“Anything! I’ll do anything you want! Just please, save my village. I can’t watch them suffer anymore.” You plead with every fiber in you. 

“A life for a new life.” He looks at you with an emotionless. “Looks like your mother is quite sick. Almost on the verge of death.” You freeze at his statement. How does he know? 

“I’ll make you one last deal. You give me your mother’s life, and I’ll restore everything that has been lost in your village.” What? This can’t be happening.

“A life for a new life.” 

You’re paralyzed. To be in shock is an understatement. How could he do this to you? After everything you just did with him. 

Tears are spilling out of your eyes and ringing is all you hear. The agony that fills you is overpouring. 

You turn your full body to him. “No...” You shake your head profusely. “No! Please not my mother!”

“That is my deal. Take it or leave it.” The look he has on his face is ominous. 

“Yoongi, please!” You beg. Pride, embarrassment, everything is gone. “Not my mother, I beg you!” You bow to him, showing him your hands that are praying. Praying for another way. Tears are running down like waterfalls. Snot threatens its way out of your nose. 

“Please, Yoongi..” You cry out. “Take me instead! I don’t care! Just not my mother!” You bow to him once again. This is all you can do. All that you can give him. “Take me..take me..” 

“Is that your offering?” His voice booms through the cave. 

“Yes, please, take me instead. You said a life for a new life!” 

“Look at me.” You look up at him, quickly wiping your tears and snot. He’s examining your face, seeing if there’s any hint of a lie. He can’t fail this time. 

What’s unexpected was for him to pull your face into his. He kisses you with passion and the last thing you see before blacking out is the way his eyebrows were scrunched. 

--

You wake up due to the sun shining down on you. You blink a couple of times to adjust. Your body feels stiff and everything seems hazy. When your vision becomes clear, you see the shaman looming over you. You’re back in your own home? 

“Good morning, young Y/N.” She gives you a cup of water. “I’ve been waiting for you to wake up.” She sits back down next to you. 

“What happened?” Your voice is groggy. 

“Many things have happened since we found you.” She says. “What exactly do you remember?”

You remembered everything from start to finish. The only question is...how are you here?

“I don’t know if you’ll believe me when I say that I went to see Yo-I mean the Tiger God.”

“I’m a shaman, young Y/N. Of course, I believe you.” She hands you a plate full of food. “It was your destiny to save this village, after all.” You look at her bewildered. 

“My destiny?” You ask. “What do you mean?”

“There’s this old prophecy that involved the Tiger God. He was banished from the Animal Kingdom and forced to live among us. The only way for him to get back home was to have someone make a wish that was selfless. The Animal Kingdom wanted to teach him a lesson for being so selfish.” 

Everything the shaman was saying felt like a children’s story. It was so unbelievable that you weren’t entirely sure if you dreamt about the Tiger God or not. 

“The moment you were born, I knew you were special, young Y/N.” She watches you eat the food unknowingly. “And when I did the ritual for you mother, I was visited by someone from the Animal Kingdom, telling me that I shouldn’t have to worry, for you would be our savior.” 

You put the plate down and give her a confusing look. Everything was just so absurd to you. 

“Y/N! You’re awake!” Your mother is outside the house waving at you. The sun was shining down on her, making her look alive and beautiful. 

“Mother!” You cry. With no hesitation, you get up and run towards your mother and hug her.

“Why aren’t you resting?! You shouldn’t be out like this!” You say to her.

“Y/N, honey, I feel fine! More than fine, actually! I’ve never felt more alive!” Your mother hugs you back. 

“B-but how?” You look at her. She no longer looks sick. Her skin no longer pale, her eyes bright and beautiful. 

“I don’t know! But when I got up to see if I could walk by myself, I find the fields filled with so many crops! And animals were gathered in herds!” She smiles. “I was admiring everything when I see your body lying in the field full of flowers! I was so worried something had happened to you, but Ms. Chiyo said you were fine.” 

You look around you and what do you know, fields of crops had filled the once lifeless land. Not only that, but your mother was okay. And you were still here. You look up at the mountains in wonder. No answers could explain why he let you go. Perhaps it’s better off for the answers to be unknown. You’re here now with your mother. The village is prospering into something miraculously new. No words could explain how thankful you were to the Tiger God. 

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“So innocent.” He whispers to himself, as he sets you down on the flowers that had once been all grass. Yoongi leans down to plant one last kiss. It felt like time had stopped so that this moment could last longer. Your lips were soft and warm, filling his head with bliss.  He pulls back and looks at you one more time. He smiles at you and turns to leave down the dirt road. Your final moment with the Tiger God, Yoongi, has ended. 

Truth is that the deal he made with you was a lie. He had never intended on taking you or your mother. Yoongi had to make sure that you were completely selfless. When you said you’d give up your life instead of your mother’s, it shocked him. He looked into your eyes and saw innocence. He saw devotion like none other. You were his key to going back home. He needed you as much as you needed him. He was thankful. 

Because of you, he finally gets to go home. 

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My first time ever writing on here! And first time writing smut.. 

Give it a like if you enjoyed! :) 

[leiaimnida]

Wedding

Warning: Characters involved are my OCs from Demon Slayer universe. If I am able to upload their... biography or something, this word should be in a hyperlink. Japanese words that are in red are defined at the end of the fic.

Timeline: after Muzan's defeat and the dissolving of the Demon Slayer Corps.

Characters: Arai Junko, Fujiwara Maria, Nakajima Fujita, Uchida Amida

Also tagging @animatedarchives @ineedselfcontrol-helpme @applepienation because I remember that they were the ones who were interested with my OCs 🥺 (HELLO, GUYS, ILY SO MUCH-)

DESPITE the scorching heat, Maria went forth with her walk. Beads of sweat trickled at the side of her face, the *wagasa resting on her shoulder not being able to protect her from the blazing sun.

But all the discomfort from the immense heat was worth it when she hears a loud shrill a couple steps away from her. Lifting her eyes, she sees a little child, running towards her direction despite of struggling with her faded red yukata.

"Amria!" The child squealed as its tiny arms wrapped around Maria's legs. Maria giggled as she slowly crouched on the ground, letting her wagasa litter on the soil as she hugged the little child.

"Chiyo, you shouldn't be walking on the streets by yourself," Maria said in a motherly-like tone, ignoring the fact that Chiyo had just mispronounced her name.

"Where is your aunt? It's weird that I don't see her beside you, she's literally glued to-"

"Chiyo!" A familiar scream was heard from afar, making Maria drift her sight from the child to the women in front of her.

Speaking of the devil.

Maria chuckled. It's been a month since she last visited but Junko had little to no changes. Her hair is still tied in a messy way (which irks Maria but it isn't her hair so she can't really have it on her way) and Junko still had her weird taste of yukata designs that according to her "drives the men away".

Maria picked her wagasa, her free hand reaching for Chiyo's as she started to walk towards Junko's direction.

"Junko-chan!"

The voice made Junko look towards her left, a sense of relief washing her worries as she sees Chiyo, her niece, with Maria, a trusted friend.

She composes herself as she meets them, "Maria-san," Junko greeted her former comrade as she crouched to pick Chiyo up, the weight of the child not bothering her given her former occupation.

"Good thing I saw Chiyo before anyone else did," Maria said, now lifting her right hand that has been carrying a red cloth shifted into a bag all along, "I brought a watermelon?"

"THANK you so much, Arai-san," Maria thanked Junko's elder sister who only gave a smile in return before picking Chiyo up, informing her sister and visitor that they're heading to the market, leaving Junko and Maria alone.

"So," Maria placed her slice of watermelon down, "How are things here?"

Junko leaned lightly on the *shoji screen, her feet hanging at the edge of the *tatami floor as she indulged herself with Maria's present, "I've been healing well from...you know," Junko eyed Maria meaningfully, "I've been spending all of my money at my niece and the expenses at this house."

Junko made it sound as if it was a burden but Maria could see through her eyes: she was happy and contented. Far from the look on her face whenever she had to discuss her past with her father. Maria couldn't help but smile, seeing that her friend is finally at peace.

"Spend it well, then," Maria chuckled as she took a bite from her slice once again.

"Which reminds me..." Junko muttered as she now stare at the *shishi odoshi playfully rocking back and forth at her backyard, "What happened to the two?"

Maria chuckled, fixing her glasses, "On their own as well, I guess," she shrugged, "Fujita did say she's going home."

"Amida, though..." Junko interrupted.

Maria heaved a sigh, one that sounded as if she were in distress, "I don't know about him."

Junko shrugged, "I just hope he's doing well...". She said with utmost sincerity, "Plus, he's old enough to take care of himself."

Maria couldn't agree more.

Silence then consumed the two as they went on feasting from the watermelon Maria brought. However, an odd shrill interrupted their peace.

"Kaw! Kaw!" A crow landed in between Maria and Junko, startling the two as they scoot away from the uninvited crow.

"Kaw! Kaw! Attention! Attention!" It cawed as it flapped its wings.

"Wait-" Maria scooted towards the crow this time, no longer afraid, "A kasugai crow?" She thought out loud as she offered her wrist. The trained crow flew towards her, landing on her offered hand.

"It is a kasugai crow!" Maria gleefully cheered as her other hand inspected its wings, trying to determine how long was it travelling.

"You still have your crow?" Junko asked, amused.

"I do! Though I don't let it fly that much-" Maria paused, "Wait, where's your crow?"

"I had to set it free. Chiyo kept on playing with the crow," Junko explained as she remembered how her adorable niece tried to drown the poor crow once, "Whose crow is this?"

As if the crow understood Junko's question, it cawed once again, "Nakajima! Nakajima Fujita! Nakajima Fujita!"

"Fujita!" Maria exclaimed as her shoulders popped in surprise, she glances at Junko who remained unfazed exterior-wise.

"Message!" The crow flew from Maria's hand, hovering above the two, "Message from Nakajima! Nakajima Fujita! Message from Nakajima Fujita!"

"Finally!" Maria clapped as she sat properly once again. Junko stood from sitting, getting impatient with the crow.

"What is it?" Junko asked.

"Invitation! Invitation! Fujiwara Maria invitation! Arai Junko invitation!"

"Invitation?" Maria and Junko muttered in unison.

"Invitation to what?" Maria asked, standing alongside Junko as well.

"Wedding! Invitation wedding!"

"A wedding?" Junko wobbled her head.

"Arai Junko! Fujiwara Maria! Invited! Invited! Nakajima Fujita wedding!"

Maria was able to connect the broken words the crow was saying. She cupper her lips with her hand, "Fujita's wedding?!" She speculated.

Junko's brows furrowed, getting more and more confused. She wants answers and she's getting it. She looked at the crow, casting it a glare in which the crow immediately understood, given how it's now frantically flapping its wings for its own life.

"I don't understand," Junko blurted out as she inhaled sharply, "I remember her saying she'd rather die alone unless if she's marrying someone rich. Which household is it?" Junko asked herself as she recounted some of the well-known households she knew.

"I'm going to die alone. I don't care if no one's going to take care of me, I have my wealth? I am only marrying someone if they're rich and they can make me richer. I deserve this given that I slay pathetic creatures for a living!" Maria couldn't help but remember what Fujita once cried.

"Who could it be-"

"Invited to wedding! Nakajima Fujita and Uchida Amida wedding!"

The ladies both fell silent, Maria's watermelon creating a thud now that she dropped it in surprise.

"Their what?!" Maria shrieked in surprise.

"Those bitches are getting married?!" Junko couldn't help but to curse and to blurt out her surprise as well.

"Kaw! Kaw!" The crow flapped it's way towards-

"Hold on a second!"

"Junko-chan, the crow!" Maria said as she went near Junko.

But Junko was not listening both to Maria's plea and the crow's distressed cry. She remained her grip on the little crow's tail despite of its flapping.

"How are they getting married?" Junko asked in confusion, "I mean, the four of us separated. How? Were they seeing each other? What?"

"I don't know as well!" Maria exclaimed as she cupped her hands, slightly hopping from her place, "They're actually getting married, what the hell?!"

"I am confused," Junko said out loud, "I need answers."

"Let's let the crow give Fujita our message then," Maria suggested as she eyed the poor crow again.

Junko nodded, letting go of the crow who immediately fell on the floor, its chest puffing in exhaustion from trying to escape from Junko's grip.

"Uh... what do we tell them?" Maria said as she knelt, cupping her chin, "Uh...Fujita, hello? Congratulations with your wedding and we're definitely coming-"

"Tell her that what the fuck are they thinking and why on earth are they getting married-"

"Junko!" Maria reprimanded but Junko went on with her message for Fujita and Amida. Well...mostly curses.

END.

Definition

Wagasa are Japanese traditional oil-paper umbrellas.

Shoji is a Japanese traditional wooden sliding doors with translucent paper/screen on.

Tatami is a Japanese traditional mat used as flooring in traditional Japanese-style rooms.

Shishi Odoshi also known as 'sharedeer' or 'scareboar' are Japanese devices used to frighten away animals. Similar to a scarecrow. Mostly seen at backyards though (that cute little fountain with bamboos bumping with one another due to water).