#he grew closer to his parents when his parents became more open-minded

[supercreig]

How people see Craig

How Craig actually is

[pepperyduck]

you walk around the corner to see gojo’s girlfriend sitting on top of his desk and him talking to her sitting on his chair between her legs. so much for surprising him with your early coming home from your work trip. even tho he’s your husband you don’t dare take a step further keeping your shock to a silent gasp, worried you’ll get caught. your marriage had been arranged, and even though you loved him and he was a good caring husband, he was never in love with you. while you figured this was happening it still hurt seeing him so happy and full of life when he’s engaging in just simple conversation with her.

almost immediately after he notices you avoiding him and keeping to yourself even more than normal. when he brings it up, you tell him you know about his girlfriend after having listen to them talking for a long time before they started to “make out.” while Gojo isn’t mean or smug about it, he doesn’t deny it leaving you an absolute emotional wreck.

hi honey! thank u for this request, u get me so well :'). i hope i delivered what u were looking for! much love hun!

word count: 1.9k

warnings: hurt/no comfort, angst, cheating, mentions of divorce, manipulation if u look hard enough, a couple mentions of sex but no active descriptions. (18+ mdni!)

notes: so i haven't written about gojo yet but i absolutely love this man. let me know what u think! also i did not proofread this, very sorry, i wrote half of it on my lunch break @ work.

you can find part two here

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“satoruuu!” you chirp your husband’s name as you enter the home, the ending syllables of his name echoing throughout the massive entryway, and you’re met with silence. you drop your bags in front of the door, you can’t help but be enthusiastic about seeing your husband – you’ve been on that stupid business trip that took way too long, and you feel lucky you were able to come back home a few days earlier.

a boisterous laugh comes from upstairs in the empty house, signaling your husband is somewhere around your office – maybe he’s on the phone with a friend and didn’t hear you from all the way downstairs. you smile to yourself and run up the stairs, staying quiet as possible so you can surprise satoru – tiptoeing closer and closer, you see your office door wide open. when you peek around the doorframe into the room, you see your husband, dressed in one of those expensive shirts you bought for your last anniversary –

and there’s a girl, a girl you’ve never seen, perched atop your desk, smiling widely and proud from a joke she cracked to make satoru laugh so loudly.

you draw your head back quickly, praying neither one of them saw you, because you had no idea how to approach the situation at hand. that girl was more than a friend, for sure, with the way satoru was feeling up and down her thighs from sitting in between them. for a second, you feel as if your whole marriage was a lie. 5 years, down the drain, and how many of those years were spent with other women, too?

satoru gojo was the son to your parent’s closest counterparts – you grew up around him, not too close, but enough to know enough about one another by the time you became adults. after college, neither one of you held a long-term partner, so your parents and his decided to arrange a marriage for the both of you. you willingly accepted – satoru was a sweet, caring boy for the most part – yet unbeknownst to you, a cheater who never really had any intentions of staying loyal to his wife. in his mind, the marriage was nothing more than a benefit for the both of you; he agreed to get his parents off his back and live a comfortable life because of the successful jobs you both obtained. you were content taking the man’s last name, having gradually fallen in love with him over time, even planning to have kids with him one day.

all your future dreams and past feelings come to a halt when you see the man with another woman.

you creep back down the stairs, quietly so no one catches on, and you grab your bags and leave again. you don’t go too far at all; you stay down the street in your car so you can see whenever your husband leaves. once he’s on his way to go drop his mistress off, you scurry back to the house and take all your things inside. satoru returns hours later, well past after dark, greeted with you in the kitchen finishing up dinner.

“oh- honey,” satoru perks up upon walking through the door, “i didn’t think you’d be back so early.” he walks up and wraps his arms around your waist from behind, giving you a tight squeeze and kissing your neck. your first instinct is to relax into his touch, as you had always done for years before, but the hurt inside of you causes you to stiffen up at the hug.

“hi, satoru,” you faintly reply, eyes diverting from everything else to the saucepan simmering in front of you on the stove. satoru always had a knack to be able to tell when something was off with you, even from the smallest bit of action. this was no different.

satoru unravels his arms from around you and leans onto the counter adjacent to the stove, giving you a quick peck on the cheek. “everything okay, sweetie?” the pet name he most commonly used made your stomach hurt and your chest tighten.

“mmhm,” you bluff, “just a rough trip, i’m really exhausted,” you tell him, gaining a bit of strength to look him in the eyes with a tired expression and a weak smile.

“aww, you should’ve told me, honey. i would’ve got us something while i was out,” satoru says, his sickeningly sweet voice causing a bout of anger inside you.

“i was going to surprise you, but you weren’t here when i got home,” you lie to him, gazing back down to the saucepan and turning the eye off, “where were you so late?” you ask, although you already knew the answer. the question was just a meaningless test.

“ah, i was out with kento. he wanted to treat me to drinks since he got a new promotion,” satoru lies right back, but you see right through it.

“really? good for him,” you compliment his friend, able to work yourself up a little more to keep a straight face in front of your husband.

satoru couldn’t tell yet, but your heart cracked each time you looked at him. you wanted to slap the man to the ground and interrogate him as to why he’s sleeping around – but you only had evidence you saw with your own eyes. you figured he would most likely try to flip things around if you accused him of cheating and pin the blame on actions of your own that didn’t exist.

so, you make the noble decision to keep quiet about your knowledge for now.

days pass, the scene of your husband and the other woman slowly ate away at you, it chipped at the loving wife persona you displayed for satoru, more and more with each hour that came and went. your husband’s usual upbeat personality remained the same, and you tried your hardest to match it, continuing to kiss and be intimate with the man as much as he wanted.

but as time grew, your feelings slowly started to show. you couldn’t help it – who could help it? – being cheated on tears away someone’s entire confidence and demeanor. for years, satoru had feigned innocence and loyalty, he was a perfect husband to you, but maybe he was too perfect for someone like you.

he was his family’s most prized heir, and you were just some girl that got lucky enough to marry him, by some chance of fate. you hated the fact that you realized all you were to him was some … possession, someone there for convenience and convenience alone.

“what’s got you down in the dumps, hmm?” satoru teases as he pokes at your shoulder. you’re laid with your back facing him, trying to fall asleep after a long, emotionally painful night of sex.

you don’t reply at first, you just roll over a little more so he can’t see your sad face, curling into yourself at his touch. there was never going to be a perfect time for you to confront the man. but all the painful feelings you’d been holding on to for weeks at this point get the best of you, and a tear makes its way out of your eye and onto the silk sheets below.

“satoru,” you peep, barely audible as you continue to face away from your husband.

“hmm, honey?” he hums, so effortlessly faking a kind tone.

“who’s that girl?” you question, “i saw her here when i came home.”

“oh,” satoru replies, and you can feel his weight shift next to you so he’s laying on his back.

silence falls over the room, you wait on a reply that satoru refuses to give you for multiple minutes. he lays there, contemplating a lie, or whether or not he should come clean.

it’s not like you’d leave him, anyway.

“i’ve been dating her for a few months now,” satoru tells you, his voice no longer sweet or caring, just plainly spitting out the words you didn’t want to hear from him, ever. the tone in his voice upsets you even greater, he doesn’t even try to deny it, which causes an even greater pain to expand inside of you.

satoru’s new indifference to your feelings hurts a lot more than you’d ever imagined. you tried to psych yourself up, telling yourself that it was okay, you’d be happy if he just lied to you about the whole situation and you’d never bring it up again. his honesty is excruciating, it causes your heart to finally shatter into a million pieces when he confesses everything so guilt-free.

“why…?” you whimper, still unable to gain any of the forged confidence you had for weeks before to look him in the eyes again. you couldn’t stand to look at those beautiful blue eyes you’d fallen so deeply in love with over time, because you knew all they’d do is glare back at you unimpressed.

���well,” satoru starts, “what did you expect? this whole marriage was a fluke, anyway,” he mutters, still too honest for you to be able to feel any comfort in his words.

satoru doesn’t care, though, he never really cared, it’s all so agonizingly obvious to you now.

what did you expect?

you knew what you expected from this marriage, you treated satoru with the utmost care, even if it was a situation you were both forced into. you expected him to stay true to his vows, to be there in all the rough patches, and he was, only until it comes to your attention he wasn’t.

the sweet, considerate, thoughtful husband you once knew disappeared in the matter of a few minutes. all that remained of him now was a hard shell of what he was.

you decide to not reply to satoru anymore, to save yourself from anymore heartbreak – as if you had any left for him to smash into a billion pieces. the only actions you take are to curl up into an even smaller ball and allow the flood gates to open – you begin to coat the soft sheets in your salty tears. satoru only groans at your crying, like it was such a burden he broke your heart, as if he’s not the one to blame for everything going downhill.

the bed sinks in as satoru stands up, sighing. his footsteps shuffle behind you, you hear his keys jingle and his shoes scuff against the floor as he puts them on. you see him walk over to your dresser – the one he made for you with a huge mirror years ago – and check his reflection to fix his hair. soon after, he walks over to you and plants a meaningless kiss to your temple.

“i’m going to go see my girlfriend now,” the utterance of the word “girlfriend” makes you squeeze your eyes shut, “if you want a divorce, let me know so i can get a lawyer.”

satoru walks away and grabs his coat on the dresser, giving himself another good look in the mirror before walking over to the bedroom door.

“bye, honey.”

he leaves behind a broken wife, who’s too beautiful inside and out for her own good. he knows you won’t really leave him; the suggestion of a divorce was to only get a reaction out of you, he was bored the instant you had no rebuttal.

you only continue to cry into the night, falling asleep alone, the only thing to accompany you is the fact your marriage was a lie. satoru will come back, but things will never be the same.

[nouearth]

my favorite scent is you.

bruce wayne x male reader.

summary: bruce needs to be taken care of too (in which reader believes it's through the form of sex).

wc: 3.5k. genre: smut, angst (kinda?). warnings: top!bruce, consensual!somnophilia, blowjobs, slow mouth-fucking, fondling, reader is asleep, bruce and reader are the same age, reader also grew up with bruce, mentions of parental death, trauma-bonding.

notes: it's been a while since i've done a brucey smut (and also fulfilled a request), so here ya go! actually my first time writing about somnophilia, so be easy on me, lmao. it was harder than i thought! also i'm trying a new layout,,, kinda, don't mind me.

“Do you remember that night? When my parents… you know.”

It had been a little less than a decade, but the uneasiness you felt when mentioning your parents’ death was akin to hovering your palm above an open flame. The flicker of the heat frightened you. Though, you couldn’t help but feel magnetic towards it—closer and closer—until you felt a strike to your calloused hand.

Just a little more, and you’ll break free.

It was striking how your wounds maintained their novelty. Years of skin hardening, scabbing and layering over the memory of Bruce breaking the news to you on that night, and the slightest mention of your parents tore it open with little defiance.

“Yeah…” Bruce whispered, and a sudden impulse to hold you prevailed over him. He turned over on his side, slipping his arms over and under your frame, and pulled your back flushed to his chest. You eased with a melting squirm, a physical gratitude, and then another when you pressed a kiss to his forearm. “It was supposed to be Alfred telling you, but I insisted.”

“Really?” Your curiosity was piqued and you felt Bruce nod into the crown of your head, breathing you in deep like his favourite cologne. A scent he’d never wear himself because it matched you perfectly. “How come?”

���Well, I had no one other than Alfred when my parents died. He tried his best, but we barely had time to grieve. A bunch of responsibilities were bestowed upon him overnight; my parents’ estate, numerous paperworks, the press and media, not to mention the funeral service. It was… a lot for him.”

Bruce sighed, squeezing you tighter for support as he continued. “I remember reading—signing off things that I knew nothing about the very next day.” He then laughed, a bitterness surfing for air in the bass of his voice. “I didn’t even have a signature yet.”

“I’m sorry…” A heaviness sank you and Bruce deeper into the mattress. You latched onto Bruce’s arm for support, held him gently, and found levity through the brush of his lips, as if he was saying—consoling you through the black void: I’m here, I’m here. 

“Is that why you guys hired my parents?”

“Mm-hm, we needed help around the manor while Alfred had bigger duties to tend to. And I’m glad he suggested the idea as much as I was apprehensive about it. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have met such an incredible family. A year became two, then another two, then another, and…” Bruce recalled the sounds, the visions of red and blue flashing—blaring into the sky.  “Which was why I thought it would be best if it came from me. So I could be that someone that I desperately needed during my grieving.”

“You shouldn’t have been thinking about that though… I mean, what—we were only fifteen? Coming from your background, you should’ve been… cocky, annoying, emo, selfish, like every other teenager.

“I guess your personality kind of compensated for that—” He amused himself with some levity.

“Hey!” You choked out a laugh, then lightly elbowed his stomach behind you. “Ass.”

“Ow,” Bruce pressed a smile to the back of your head, inhaling your scent again. “I did have that emo phase though.”

“Oh yeah—” Within his hold, you turned your body to meet Bruce face-to-face as a flood of memories came rushing in. You greeted him with a smile that he was able to single out from within the dark. Then, he made sure your presence was acknowledged with a chaste kiss. 

“Your hair came down to your nose and stuff—oh! And you kept wearing the same hoodie too.” 

“Yeah, okay—we get it. Not my best look.” He groaned, tearing himself away from you as your descriptions of Bruce suddenly developed into powerfully cringe-inducing memories. As embarrassing as the past was, he was glad it brought you some kind of merriment. He’d been scolded multiple times by numerous people, though namely Alfred, to treat you better.

You and Bruce weren’t always close. In all honesty, it took your parents’ death that empowered you two to stick together more than ever. Where darkness used to storm over the roof of the manor, you and Bruce managed to conjure a light that illuminated a path to find sanctuary within each other.

“Thank you for all you’ve done for me.” The moonlight reflecting through the bedroom window casted shadows across Bruce’s profile. Wrinkles you’ve never noticed before were accentuated; eye-bags that you’ve been nagging at him to take care of deepened; glimpses of a boy who was forced to grow up. 

He turned when you reached over to trace over the spotlighted features. A single digit caressed the bumpy bridge of his nose; the stubble that tickled you whenever you kissed; the cut over his broad chin that was your favorite spot to kiss,; the scar over his left cheek that had been healing for months, only to restart the process again after Bruce’s late night endeavors.

“Let me take care of you now.”

You weren’t sure how Bruce took your proposal. Recalling the moment had you adding unnecessary details that all-the-more exploded the situation into a narrative you couldn’t exactly trust.

Wait… he made a weird face when I told him. I remember a face! No, idiot—he just had an itch on his cheek. Oh.

I don’t remember his phone ringing… You think he was trying to get out of the conversation? Maybe? He usually has his phone set on the loudest volume possible…

Oh god, he probably thinks I’m some kind of sex-crazed addict. Well, aren’t you— No?! I just—wanted to take care of him… We rarely see each other these days and I doubt the lunches I’d make for him add much to that narrative. I needed something more. Wow, I’ve been talking to myself for this long?

You probably look crazed, especially if someone were to walk in the bedroom at this moment, but you’d be too deep into your thoughts to hardly notice. If you did notice, you’d probably go on a tangent about how Bruce was probably disgusted by how you could even suggest a thing like that.

Your toes and fingers curled at the recollection you were certain happened.

“So… I know you’ve been out late at night—” “(M/N), it’s not what you—” “Shh, I’m too good of a catch for you to cheat on me.” “I mean, keep that cockiness up and maybe—” “Excuse me?!” “I’m joking.” “Uh-huh, well, keep joking and I might have to rescind my offer.” “Your offer?” “Look, I haven’t seen you much lately. It’s not your fault. You’re busy.” “I know—I just need to deal with this…” “Bruce, you look—you are tired. You’re overworked and whenever we do spend time together, you’re asleep!” “I’m trying my b—” “You’re trying your best, I know! And I don’t know what you do at night, not sure if I do want to know, but… two-three hours of sleep is not enough. You’re killing your body.” “Hm…” “And one day, you’re going to crack and I just…” “Just..?” “I’m not sure how to… put it.” “What is it?” “If you want to… and it’s entirely up to you, but…” “Jesus, spit it out—” “I— if I’m still asleep, and you want to somehow… relieve your stress..?” “Oh—” “I’m all yours.”

The second hand on the clock cycled slower, almost as if it was mocking you for being so desperate, impatient, and doubting. Yet, at the same time—if clocks could have a personality—there was a dormant kindness in the rhythm of the minute hand striking every corner of the wheel. Gentle and soothing, the lids of your eyes grew heavier with every passing second as the sound of the clock counted sheeps for you.

Forty, forty-one… fourty-two… Forty… three…

The floor creaked despite Bruce’s best efforts to remain light on his feet. You’ve always been a light sleeper, even at the sound of wind whistling you’d jolt up to, but surprisingly—nothing. 

As he approached his side of the bed, his eyes settled on you like always. To Bruce, it was a sweet sigh of relief to come back home to you again. Sometimes, a miracle depending on the crimes of that night. Nightly patrols have taken a toll on him; on his body, on his mentality; but being in your presence always—no matter what—brought him back to the solitude his life was at before being laboured by vengeance.

Coldly, he sat on the edge, careful to not wake you, as he dried off the damp strands of his washed hair with a towel. Then, he chased after the tremors off his bare body with several rubs of the coarse towel, gathering water molecules into the material until he was somewhat dry. It was the typical nightly routine of Bruce Wayne, in which he was guilty of vacating you of.

Bruce witnessed—took part in—how you ended your night. A late night snack, a book, a tv show—and he’d stroke your hair to the sound of his heartbeat until you were out like a light. He’d never forget to kiss your forehead as if it was an enchantment that would guard him for the rest of the night. Naively, Bruce was apprehensive of the subtle chance of reducing his survival rate if he were to miss a night of seeing you—touching you. Even if you had the biggest argument with him, even if you were in the wrong, he’d make sure to see you one last time before escaping into the shadows, saving the city—saving you.

After dressing himself in a fresh set of briefs, the soft cushions of his bed and pillows enticed him back into sanctuary. He crawled back into bed and instinctively found his arms around your body, warm and full against the recovering bruises against his own flesh. Skipping dinner was a norm, but he felt satiated when he could hear you breathe, feel your pulse, and watch you writhe within his doting affection.

“Goodnight.” Bruce muttered as he nestled his nose into your hair, another deep inhale of your scent to ground him that you were still present in his life. And then another as his head turned towards your neck, a familiar smell that taunted him to lean closer until his nose pressed softly into the crook of your skin.

White musk.

The top note of his favourite cologne on you. It lingered delightfully in Bruce’s nostrils, and there was a reason why he always urged you to spray it on date nights. It was intoxicating.

Come to think of it, Bruce’s night routine hadn’t completely checked off all of his tasks for the night. After he would come home, it was a no-brainer to shower off the sweat, dirt, and sometimes blood, from his patrols. He would scrape his hair clean with the shampoo suds, mint and cooling on his scalp. Then he’d move onto his body. The suds would trickle down his torso, gather in his muscles, and he’d add onto the bubbles with his body wash, lathering himself from head to toe. And almost always, the slightest brush of his length would break the restraints the night had locked his sanity behind. It was always you that managed to free him. As he would squeeze himself, fondle his sack while the suds dribbled down his leg and feet, he’d think of you—miss you in ways he wouldn’t dare to ignore, ways in which he was ashamed to desert you of.

“I’m all yours.” Your proclamation echoed, ran marathons in Bruce’s mind as the white musk led him astray. The simple thought of him taking advantage of you guilted him, churned his stomach until it was bundled into thick knots, but it made his heart race.

“(M/N)?” He whispered. The bed creaked when Bruce peered over you, and he was met by silence. A few soft snores joined the ticking of the clock, but for the most part, silence.

I shouldn’t… Bruce convinced himself. It was… shameful to even think of taking advantage of you like that—in your unconscious state, in your vulnerability. You looked peaceful in your slumber and knowing how hard you worked, he wouldn’t dare to ruin it because of his own selfish desires.

He sighed, rolling flat onto his back again, hoping the uncomfortable ache in his briefs would settle down in a minute or so. When it didn’t, Bruce tended to it with a brief re-adjustment of the way his length stood. Then again as he twitched in defiance.

Again, as he throbbed.

And again, when his briefs couldn’t support his throbbing erection anymore. 

Bruce turned his head to the side, scanning your unconscious state. His eyes traced the languid form of your body as it sank deep into the mattress, hugging the air to your body while he slowly pulled the blanket off of you.

The bed creaked as inch by inch, Bruce scooted closer to you, turning back to lie on his side and nearly spooning you again. His movements were sluggish, apprehensive to wake you, but at the same time, there was an adrenaline rush surging through him knowing he could be caught any second (despite your permission).

His hand felt it as it caressed your arm in singular, docile strokes. Then his breath, as he leaned closer, pressing himself against you again, and slipped a hand under your shirt. Your bare stomach rested warmly against his calloused palm, and he felt your breath hitch, your stomach tensed, every evidence of your presence, as Bruce ran a palm upwards to touch your chest once, then back down to bravely slither under the waistband of your boxers.

“Fuck…” Bruce’s breath unevened, struggling to keep a steady rhythm, when his palm gently groped a handful of your flaccid cock, a complete opposite of the shameful erection he was prodding near your bottom. You writhed once, and he quickly paused with a shudder as you suddenly turned to lie on your back, smacking the dryness in your throat away as you drove yourself into deeper slumber.

He found it unusual how you haven’t awakened by now, but the cynical part of him pleaded for you to remain asleep—until he had his way with you.

Gently, Bruce lifted your hips to pull down the remainder of your boxers off until you were bare in all of your glory before him. Your balls lay briefly in between your legs before they were back to being fondled in his warm palms. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous like this…”

Droplets of sweat formed over Bruce’s hairline as he sluggishly maneuvered himself to kneel over your unconscious state. His thighs hardened, flexed as he maintained his balance over you. He stroked his cock with his free-hand; to the gentle snores you poured out, to your slightly parted lips that he could easily spread open with his girth, and to his surprise, to the stiffness of your cock as it stirred awake from his constant fondling.

What are you dreaming about? Are you dreaming of me? Are you dreaming of being fucked by me? Bruce groaned as he witnessed the once softened features of your face stiffened into diffident lust. Your breath unknowingly quickened when Bruce began stroking your cock together with his in one grasp. Your body writhed with uncomfortable pleasure as if you wanted whatever was happening to you to stop, yet the throbbing veins of your cock begged Bruce for more—to hold you for longer, to keep doing as he pleased.

Bruce forgot what it was like to have you like this; to have you squirming beautifully beneath him, dripping in heavy pre-cum while simultaneously having your cock lathered in his own fluid. He was enticed by your every movement, squirming and writhing confined by the state of slumber as you couldn’t stop him. You couldn’t stop the uncomfortable pleasure that was happening to you because you were dreaming a dream that refrained you from resisting your boyfriend.

I know you want it. Fuck… I know you want my cum, (M/N). He paused briefly to press his forehead into yours, sweat dripping off his face and onto your body in his maneuver, and breathed languidly against your lips to find the parting in order to breathe his lewd thoughts into you. Bruce was careless, dangerously brave as he slipped a tongue inside of you to spread your mouth open further. You made a sound, but he muted it with a swallow as he ravished you like honey on a spoon. Remnants of mint lingered on his tongue, and as much as he wanted to continue tasting you, he needed to relieve himself.

He was close.

Carefully, he dragged himself over your chest and kneeled over your chest. Bruce’s cock hung heavy above your slumber, dripping in thick strings of pre-cum from the plump tip—a shameful exhibit of how much this had turned him on, how much he had been deprived of this act for so long.

Open wide. It was morbid. Bruce never thought himself of ever once doing this obscene act, but the guilt that had been the cause of his apprehension was only fleeting the moment he pushed his cock into your sleeping mouth. 

“Oh, fuck…” He was careful with you. Careful enough to not stir you awake, but courageous enough to fulfill his sense of greed. Bruce pushed deeper, and deeper until he couldn’t anymore. His thick cock steadied your breathing and in favor, your saliva warmed him with complete gratitude.

Come on, I know you can take it… His eyes darkened at your inability to take his girth. As much as it sounded like a threat, it drove him delirious knowing you couldn’t. Even in your waking moments, it fueled a sense of pride when you gagged on his cock, covered him in bubbly thick spittle, and looked like an absolute mess while attempting to swallow him again.

Fuck, (M/N)... You’d pull him out when you had enough of gagging on his cock and jerk him off instead, catching your breath in the midst of it all. He never told you, but it was Bruce’s favourite part whenever you two did this together. The pure lust in your eyes, craving for a fill that you and him both know that he would deliver upon greatly. And somehow, as lewd as the act was, you both knew it was more than sex. You and Bruce were making love, fucking with a craving that you only have for each other because it was only you two that could bring this type of pleasure to one another. 

“Fuck—” Bruce paced himself, biting back an adamant moan, thrusting slow yet filling into your mouth as he held onto the headboard. The scrape of your teeth made him hiss, but the pleasure of your warm mouth was so fulfilling that it overwhelmed any painful feeling you’ve prescribed him to.

I’m close, (M/N)... Fuck, let me cum on you… On your body, on your face, I want it everywhere on you.

He released his cock from your mouth and took the heavy girth into his own palm, pumping the muscle with a sudden vigor that had been motivated to see you covered in his fluids. Bruce’s eyes rolled back into his lids, panting heavy and harder because he was so close—so fucking close. He could see you sticking your tongue out for him, on your knees, playing with your cum-covered cock as you would wait patiently for his reward. You would begin begging for it—his cum, his cock, him. You’d worship his body, mouthing at his toned thighs, then his abdominal muscles, licking the sweat off the gutters to briefly satiate your appetite for Bruce.

Until you were gifted with his indulgent desire for you and only you in the form of thick and creamy white ropes. “I’m comin—” Bruce’s stomach sucked in hard, his abs contracting while his thighs vibrated with tremors, then with a guttural push, he released himself with a strong grunt. His grasp directed his thick and heavy loads towards your chest and stomach, stroking his throbbing cock through the glorious sprays. He sucked in his teeth to control the sounds that were threatening to burst out of his throat and whimpered with a shudder when it was unmanageable, continuing to empty his balls until he could smell the heavy sex and musk off your body.

Scanning you from head to toe, Bruce was breathless. Despite his delirious stint, it was impressive to see you drifting off to sleep like nothing had happened. Or rather, it was impressive that he had a certain amount of control to not completely make love to you like a wild mammal, rousing you from sleep.

Nonetheless, he powered through the overwhelming need to sleep to clean you up, even if you hadn’t mind the mess. And like always, he never forgot to end his night with a kiss, pressing a chaste yet breathless pant to your lips.

“Think your way of ‘taking care of me’ needs more time in the workshop , but we’ll talk about it later.” 

nouearth. please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works. andif you like this story, please reblog and leave a like!

[l0stglitch]

Platonic Yandere Hargreeves x Reader

Notes- This is more of an introduction to an au I’ve created rather than an actual fic. It’s pretty Klaus + Ben centred at the moment but I will write about the others in future fics.

Warnings- Substance abuse | Bad parenting | Depression | Suicide

Pre season 1

• They weren’t always obsessed with you. As children, you and your siblings had relatively normal relationships. Well, if you ignored the uncomfortable flirting between One and Three, or the estrangement of Seven.

• It wasn’t until Five’s disappearance that the family dynamics started shifting.

• The unity from before had been fractured, and the fragile illusion of a family gone.

• From there, things only worsened.

• You had always been closest to Klaus. It was only natural- you both found joy in bending the rules, and your powers proved to be quite useful when the two of you were up to no good.

• You could see the future. Unfortunately, not on demand. You could see your opponent’s next moves in a fight, or your father coming upstairs and catching you and Klaus in his study minutes before he appeared, but large-scale events far into the future were much more complicated.

• You’d see the distant future in dreams. Cryptic visions that made little sense until the morbid events finally happened. You had woken up screaming many times, forced to watch your siblings suffer gruesome injuries in missions yet to happen.

• Sometimes your father would make you meditate. Sit for hours at a time trying to trigger another vision. Occasionally it worked. Most of the time though, you saw nothing.

• The others had never blamed you for not stopping Five. You hadn’t seen the jump until he stood up and announced his decision. By then it was too late to stop him. Your brother had always been stubborn- you knew you didn’t stand a chance at changing his mind.

• You and Klaus grew closer after that- your childish rule breaking became more reckless. Nights were spent sneaking out and stealing. Getting high and drinking dangerous amounts of alcohol became a shameful hobby of yours.

• Everyone knew, but they were all too caught up in their own grief to worry about what the two of you were doing.

• Things seemed to be slowly improving, until tragedy struck again in 2006.

• This time though, things were different. Ben’s death was raw and painful, not just for him, but for everyone involved. Five may have chosen to disappear, but Six certainly didn’t choose to die.

• You had dreamt of that strange girl for months before the mission, but never told your siblings about her. Perhaps if you had seen Ben being killed moments after you would have said something, but that vision only came after he opened the container. Yet again, you were too late.

• The funeral was cold. Usually you would’ve loved the snow, but seeing it today filled you with an icy bitterness. It was as if the sky itself was mocking you, tainting your favourite weather with the devastating reality of your brother’s death.

• Reginald had placed the blame on all of you, but you knew your siblings didn’t see it that way. Luther, Diego and Allison developed a frosty attitude towards you, and Viktor… well he’d never really spoken to you much anyways.

• Only Klaus stayed with you through it all. Well, and Ben apparently. You couldn’t see your deceased brother, but Klaus supposedly could. Unfortunately, as the two of you fell deeper into your drug use, it became harder to tell whether he was talking to Ben or just hallucinating.

• Either way, he never told any of the others he could speak to Ben’s ghost, so neither did you.

• The two of you became inseparable. You decided that you didn’t need the others anymore. Luther, Diego and Allison still took their roles as superheroes with grave seriousness, clinging onto that one constant in their ruined lives.

• You had come to the conclusion that you were no use to the team, despite Klaus’s best efforts to convince you otherwise. The visions never stopped, much to your dismay, and you didn’t know what you could do to alter the future. After all, what was the point in knowing what will happen if there was nothing you could do to stop it?

• Every night you dreamt the same thing. A funeral. Not snowy, like Ben’s, but instead with a dreary overcast sky and a blanket of wet, coppery leaves scattered across the ground.

• Five teenagers standing around a grave, their identities masked by the sleek curves of their black umbrellas.

• If only you could see the number carved into the gravestone.

• You woke up in a cold sweat without fail every morning. Klaus didn’t mind you coming into his room at 2am looking for comfort. He’d shift over in his bed to make space for you, bearing a patient smile despite the sleep that still nestled fresh in the corner of his eyes.

• You never told him what you saw, so he never asked.

• As weeks turned into months, your mental health only began deteriorating more and more.

• You hit your breaking point one afternoon during a heated encounter with Luther. He’d made a snide comment about your powers, vaguely alluding to you being the reason Ben had died.

• Your day had already been hard enough, so having to deal with shit from Luther sent you over the edge.

• It wasn’t like you to start a fight. You and Klaus tended to stay pretty neutral whenever an argument sprung up between the others. Perhaps that was why it came as such a shock to everyone when you punched your brother in the face with enough force to send shockwaves of pain through your knuckles.

• Luther only needed seconds to recover before retaliating.

• You managed to dodge his first few punches, using your powers to predict his moves. Unfortunately, you weren’t fast enough to avoid them all, and after being met with a fist to your stomach, it suddenly because all too easy for your brother to strike you.

• You could do nothing but feebly cry out for help as he released his anger out on you. In a sickening way it felt right- like this was supposed to happen.

• Luther deserved to release his buried grief, and you deserved to receive it. At least, that’s what you told yourself after as you lay silently on your bed, staring up at ceiling through the fuzzy darkness of the night.

• The others noticed how quiet you became. You hardly ate at mealtimes, and spent all your free time alone in your room, ignoring Klaus’s pleas for you to open up to him.

• Pogo and Grace could only watch as you retreated further and further into yourself, until you stopped joining missions altogether.

• Of course, Reginald was less than pleased by this. He sternly told you how much of a failure you were, but other than that, there was little else he could do.

• Yes, they could’ve forcefully dragged you along with them, but even then, there was no way of making you fight. If anything, you’d just be putting yourself and your siblings at risk.

• So they decided to watch passively as you withered away from the inside out, becoming a hollow shell of a person.

• Ironically, it wasn’t until you died that things eventually began to improve.

• Klaus found you in the bathroom at exactly 02:56 on a Tuesday morning. The half empty bottle of pills that rested in the palm of your cold hand told him all he needed to know.

• You had killed yourself- or at least tried to. He could still feel the soft beating of your heart under the frail skin of your neck.

• Klaus held you with an almost childish desperation, his screams for help piercing through the grave silence of the night.

• It was only seconds later that the rest of your siblings came scrambling into the bathroom.

• Diego was the first to act- shoving his way over to Klaus and pulling your delicate frame out of his brother’s trembling grip. The others watched in horrified silence as he began to perform CPR.

• Time seemed to slow down as they waited for Reginald to come. Alison had ran to wake him after seeing your condition, so now all they could do was wait. The only sounds that could be heard were Diego’s laboured breathing and Klaus’s chocked sobs.

• After what felt like hours, your father finally came to the bathroom. He said nothing to the others, silently scooping you up and carrying you down the dark hallway.

• That was the last time they saw you.

• Two days later your father announced your death to the rest of your siblings, and a funeral was held.

• It was a rainy day towards the end of November- just as you had predicted. All five of your remaining siblings stood around your grave; protected from the rain by their glossy, black umbrellas.

• Life continued on at the umbrella academy. Your suicide marked the last of the tragedies, although no one ever truly recovered from the harrowing losses.

• It was only a matter of time until the academy officially disbanded. Despite your and Ben’s best efforts, Klaus’s dependence on drugs only worsened as he aged. It was hard watching your best friend struggle through life, ignoring your pleas for him to try and get some help.

• Becoming a ghost seemed to have some strange side effects. The first was the biting cold that came from within. No matter how warm the environment was around you, you could never warm yourself up. The second was even more perplexing. You didn’t age. You would’ve chalked it up to being a result of your death being when you were 16, but Ben wasn’t stuck as a teenager. He also wasn’t constantly shivering from the cold.

• Klaus jokingly suggested that it was because you were ‘young at heart’. You couldn’t disagree more. After Five’s disappearance, it felt as though all of your childish innocence had been stripped away from you. Not to say you weren’t content with your existence as a ghost, but sometimes you missed being able to interact with the world around you.

• Ben made it all bearable. He was your only source of human contact, so you found yourself becoming clingier than before. Physical touch had never really been your thing, but now it was all you thought about. Ben didn’t mind the constant affection you showed, as he was just as touch-starved as you were.

• The years went on, and the three of you trudged through Klaus’s messy life together.

• No matter how many times you begged him to reach out to the rest of the family, your brother never listened. It was as if being dead made you less credible in his eyes. Klaus didn’t want your advice, he just wanted your presence.

• You saw the others once, when Allison married Patrick. It was bittersweet seeing them as adults for the first time and wondering how different things could have been if you just hadn’t taken those fucking pills.

• The wedding was over far too soon. You had hoped that seeing each other again would bring the family closer, but it quickly became clear that none of them had any interest in entering back into each others lives.

• So you had to watch as Allison returned to her glamorous life as a celebrity whilst Klaus dragged you and Ben back to his grimy, drug filled motel room.

• You resented him for never trying to sort out his life, but there wasn’t anything you could say to him. Any mention of his wasted potential and Klaus was quick to remind you of how you had killed yourself. He didn’t mean to upset you, but it still stung. It stung far worse than the punches Luther had thrown at you after Ben died.

• It wasn’t until the shocking news of Reginald’s death that you could see them all again.

• Klaus was less than impressed by the thought of having to return to the mansion. It took a lot of convincing from you and Ben before he finally agreed to attend the funeral- even if only to shut you both up.

• After a particularly long taxi ride, the three of you finally reached your destination.

• Save for Viktor, you were the last to arrive. Klaus claimed it was his intention to be ‘fashionably late’, but you knew he wasn’t going to be fooling anyone.

• You found yourself in Reginald’s study, watching Klaus as he rummaged through your father’s possessions. Ben tried convincing him to just leave it, but his protests fell on deaf ears.

• “You just gotta loosen up a bit Benny-boo,” He’d replied breezily, “Me and Y/n used to pull all kinds of stunts like this when we were kids! You were always a good lookout, with your mind tricks and all that.” He’d added, motioning to where you were leant up against the wall, watching quietly.

• Ben just rolled his eyes playfully before shooting you a small smile, “Those were the good old days huh?”

• Klaus snorted, “What are you talking about? We’re still in the good old days. Us three- we’re like the three musketeers!”

• You just shrugged indifferently, “Yeah- if two of the musketeers were dead.”

• “God, what’s got you in such a sour mood? You’d think we were at a funeral or something- oh wait, we are!” He cracked up laughing, as if that was the funniest joke in the world. Perhaps it was to him- he was high as fuck.

• When Allison finally got round to checking Reginald’s study, you made no effort to warn Klaus as she crept up on him. As far as you were concerned, you owed your brother absolutely nothing. He was still refusing to tell the others of your and Ben’s presence, so it was safe to say you were more than a little pissed off at him.

• Watching him nearly jump out of his skin brought a small smile to your face, but it soon disappeared when the topic of conversation shifted to rehab. As per usual, your brother shamelessly lied about everything that had been going on and made no mention of you and Ben.

• The meeting with Allison was short lived, as Luther soon entered and ordered Klaus to leave. Of course, with Klaus being Klaus, he managed to steal a fancy looking box on the way out.

• “Do you even know what’s in that thing?” You huffed, traipsing behind him. Your brother brought the object up to his lips and gave it a theatrical kiss, “Nope!” He replied, popping the ‘P’ in an almost childish manner.

• You frowned, “So why bother stealing it? Surely you’ll get a decent amount of money from dad’s inheritance.”

• “Oh come on! Don’t start feeling sorry for that old man. He was a rotten piece of shit- we deserve this for all the pain he put us through.” Klaus almost sounded annoyed, as if he was offended by your consideration of Reginald.

• It surprised you a little how much your comment seemed to have ruffled him. “I hate him as much as you do. All I’m saying is that this stupid box might not even be worth the time- ‘specially if you’re just gonna blow all the cash on drugs again.”

• Klaus sighed dramatically, feigning upset, “Oh my dear number eight, I am offended that you would suggest that I would do something like that. Especially after what I told Allison!”

• You smiled in amusement, “Y’know, you could try and start afresh after this. Start renting out a cheap apartment. Live off dad’s money for a while whilst you look for a job- a real job. You don’t need to steal all his crap.”

•Klaus merely shrugged, “I could, but where’s the fun in that? And besides, I know if you were alive going through all the same shit as me you’d be the same.”

• You sighed, he had a good point. The two of you were birds of a feather. There was no doubt that if you hadn’t died, you would’ve ended up the same, if not worse than your brother.

• Ben cleared his throat, “We haven’t seen Diego or Viktor in years, why don’t we go talk to them instead of standing here arguing about Klaus’s kleptomania.”

• Klaus smiled, “Kleptomania, huh? That’s a big word.” You rolled your eyes, “Just ’cause you’re feeling antisocial, doesn’t mean we shouldn’t be able to see our siblings.”

• Your brother turned around to face you and spread out his arms, as if offering you something, “By all means, go ahead and find them. Who am I to stop you?”

• You glared at him in silence until he finally cracked, “Alright, fine!” He groaned in exasperation, “Which one of our dear siblings did you want to speak to first?”

• The three of you ended up going to find Diego. You’d gained a soft spot for him after finding out he had been the first to try and resuscitate you the night you had died.

• The conversation between your two brothers was painful to watch. Klaus mostly ignored you and Ben, preferring to ramble about random shit that Diego clearly didn’t care about. You wanted to strangle him.

• Eventually (much to everyone’s relief) Allison came in to inform Diego and Klaus of the meeting going on in the living area. You couldn’t help but notice the way her brows seemed slightly furrowed, as if something was worrying her.

• Apart from Klaus, everyone was seated around the oak coffee table. You and Ben left him to pour himself a drink at the bar whilst Luther began the meeting. You found it slightly difficult to concentrate with the sound of glass clinking behind you, but thankfully Klaus quickly joined you, flippantly asking about refreshments. He shot you a grin as he spoke, clearly trying to lighten your mood.

• Luther looked puzzled, “What? No, there won’t be refreshments. And put that out, you know dad didn’t allow smoking in here.”

• Klaus ignored him and sat down on the couch next to Viktor. “Well the big guy’s still pretty uptight huh,” He commented, glancing over at the empty space you were occupying.

• Luther huffed, “Listen up. There’s still some important things we need to discuss, all right?”

• You frowned, not having a single clue as to what this meeting was about. Luckily Diego was wondering the same thing. “Like what?”

• Luther turned to him, “Like the way he died.”

• “I don’t understand. I thought they said it was a heart attack.” Viktor returned. You had almost forgotten he was there beside Klaus, remaining silent up until that point.

• “Yeah- according to the coroner.”

• “Well wouldn’t they know?”

• “Theoretically��” You audibly groaned at that, earning confused glances from Ben and Klaus.

• “He’s making this way more complicated than it needs to be.” You grumbled, “Klaus, please for the love of god tell Luther to stop turning everything into such a big deal.” Your brother shook his head as a clear ‘no’ before taking a pull from his cigarette.

• “Last time I spoke to dad he sounded strange.”

• Thankfully, you weren’t the only one who thought Luther was grasping at straws. Diego was quick to interject.

• “Luther, he was a paranoid, bitter old man who was starting to lose what was left of his marbles.”

• Luther immediately shook his head, “No, he must have known something was going to happen. He’s been hiding something from us.”

• “That’s not exactly breaking news,” Diego interrupted with a not-so-subtle eye roll.

• You could tell Luther was getting irritated by this point. It put you on edge. Conflict always made you nervous, especially when Luther was involved. “Me and Allison found blueprints for a human sized freezer underneath the basement. We tried taking the elevator down but that level needs a key to access.”

• Klaus suddenly perked up, “I don’t know if this is related, but I did find a key in dad’s desk earlier.” He shrugged, “Didn’t look all that important though so I didn’t say anything.”

• You frowned, he hadn’t told you or Ben.

• From the other side of the table, Allison took a step closer. “Klaus, we need that key. There might be something inside that freezer.”

• Your brother nodded, fishing around in his pockets, “Yeah, yeah of course. Just give me a second..” He yanked his hand out, brandishing a remarkably ordinary looking key. “Ah ha! There it is. You think this is the right one?” Luther took the key from him and studied it for a moment, “Well there’s only one way to find out.”

• Within mere seconds, all of your siblings had deserted their positions in the living room and were making their way to the elevator.

• It was a little cramped inside, even with you and Ben not taking up any space. You found that your spirit was half phasing through some of your siblings, as they left no gaps big enough for you occupy.

• Luther was the one to put the key into the hole, slowly twisting it as the others watched in anticipation. The light on the keypad flashed green, before the whole box shuddered and began slowly descending.

• It took a while for you to reach the level, and with no one speaking, the seconds seemed to drag on even longer. When the elevator doors finally slid open, no one moved.

• The space before you seemed to be a corridor, stretching ahead before ending with a heavy looking iron door. Diego was first to step out, leading the others to the end of the space. He rested a hand on the handle and turned around for confirmation.

• “Are you sure we wanna know what’s in there?” He murmured, suddenly feeling apprehensive about entering.

• “It’s too late to turn back now. We need to know what’s in that room, Diego,” Allison replied firmly, taking a step closer. He nodded with a sigh and pushed open the door. You hesitated, allowing your siblings to enter before you.

• In the centre of the room there was a large, grey cylinder next to a table holding a computer. Diego peered down at it, “I’m guessing this controls it.”

• Viktor ran a hand along the side, “Guys, there’s a button here. I think it might unlock the machine.”

• Ben’s hand came down to rest on your shoulder, making you flinch at the unexpected contact. “You ok? You haven’t said much,” He asked, voice laced with concern. You just shrugged and replied, “There’s nothing for me to say that hasn’t already been said by someone else.”

• “You think we’ll find a body in there?” He asked quietly. You laughed dryly, “What, you think Reginald killed someone and hid their body in a fancy freezer?” Ben didn’t share your amusement, “It’s clearly some kind of cryogenic freezer. What else would he have been using it for?”

• “I guess we’re about to find out.” You replied, watching as Luther helped Viktor open the heavy metal door.

• Icy cold steam came gushing out, momentarily concealing the shape that lay within. You took a cautious step closer, trying to get a clearer view of it. There was definitely some kind of body in there- and a small one at that.

• You turned to Ben, “Holy shit. If that’s some dead kid I might puke.” Your brother rolled his eyes in turn, and opened his mouth to reply, but the words seemed to catch in his throat.

• “Y/n?” Your head whipped around at the sound of your name. It had been years since you had heard anyone other than Ben or Klaus mention you, so hearing Viktor’s voice caught you off guard.

• He wasn’t looking at you though. You followed the direction of Viktor’s gaze down to the freezer and inhaled sharply at the sight. It was you. The same child who had died in 2006, lying there perfectly preserved. Your skin was unusually pale- almost dull, but not entirely corpse-like.

• Diego cautiously put his hand on your shoulder, and you noticed a faint warmth in the same spot on your spirit. “Is she alive?”

• Klaus took a protective step closer to your body and shook his head. “No guys, she’s dead. She-” He hesitated, locking eyes with you before turning back to Diego, “I know she’s dead, alright. If she were alive, she wouldn’t still look sixteen. Diego ignored him and ran his hand across your shoulder and over to your pulse point. A violent shiver racked through you, earning a questioning glance from Ben. “Are you ok?” He murmured, rubbing your back.

• “I- I can feel him touching my physical body.” You watched as Diego stopped moving and held two fingers in place. The whole room fell silent as everyone waited in anticipation to hear what he had to say.

• “She’s alive.”

• Klaus locked eyes with you, “That’s not possible. I’ve spoken to her ghost, that can’t be-”

• Allison cut him off, “What do you mean you’ve spoken to her?” Her voice was sharp and accusatory.

• “I can speak to ghosts Allison!” Klaus replied in exasperation, “That includes our sister.” From beside him, Luther frowned. “Wait. You’ve been in contact with Y/n this whole time and haven’t bothered to say anything?”

• Diego sighed in frustration, “Will you guys stop arguing for five fucking minutes. We need to try and wake her up.” You stiffened slightly, suddenly hit by a surge of apprehension. Were you even ready to wake up? It had been years since you’d actually spoken to your siblings. Memories of their past cruelty after Ben’s death came flooding back to you.

• “Hey, you’ll be ok. Klaus will look after you.” You looked up and saw Ben offering you a reassuring smile. Before you could open your mouth to reply, a wave of disorientation hit, and in an instant the world around you was black.

• For a moment everything was quiet, save for a high pitched ringing in your ears. Your body felt heavier than before, and cold too. Though this sensation was different to the faint chill you had grown accustomed to. This was more of a biting frost that gnawed at your extremities.

• With great effort, you forced your eyes open. It took a moment for you to adjust to the fluorescent lighting over your head, but soon the faces of your siblings became clearer around you.

• You suddenly became aware of a hand touching your cheek. Following the arm it belonged to, you realised it was Klaus. His dark eyes stared down intensely into yours, as if he hadn’t seen you in years.

• “How are you not dead?”

• Your lips parted, but no sound escaped. Memories of old books Reginald had made you read came to the forefront of your mind, but your throat was too sore to produce any intelligible words. He had made you study astral projection a long time ago, but you hadn’t given the topic much thought since. Perhaps your father knew more about your powers than he was letting on.

• Allison’s face drifted into your view, distracting you from your thoughts. She shot Klaus a stern look before looking back down at you, “We can worry about that later. For now let’s get you warmed up.”

• Your sister pulled you out from the freezer and held your shivering form close. Klaus noticed your chattering teeth and draped his jacket over your shoulders.

• Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Luther shift, “So… should we still go ahead with the funeral?” Your siblings exchanged hesitant glances, unsure of how to proceed, when you were suddenly hit with a vision. It was only a brief flash of something. A storm, a glowing blue light, and then finally, a face you never thought you’d see again.

• The moment had been so brief that none of your siblings realised anything had happened. It was Klaus who recognised that familiar haunted expression on your face, pulling you away from Allison and holding onto your shoulders with a concerned frown. “What did you see?”

• You just shook your head slowly, “It’s not possible.”

• Klaus gently squeezed your shoulders, “You know I’ll always believe you, Y/n. I’ll have your back no matter what.” His brown eyes stared deeply into yours, with a level of intensity that you rarely saw in him anymore. “Just tell me what you saw.”

• They wouldn’t believe you- hell, you hardly believed it yourself. Yet there was no denying what you had seen. What was going to happen. You took a deep breath and turned to face the rest of your siblings, whose sole attention was on you.

• “We need to go outside. Five is coming back.”

This took wayyy longer to write than I thought it would. This is an introduction to an au idea I’ve had in my head for a long time, hence why it’s pretty disjointed.

Also I know none of the characters exhibit much ‘yandere behaviour’ in this. I will build up to it in future works (which will include Five!!) 🙏

[omgkatherine01]

Can I request a one shot between aged up Neteyam x fem!reader na'vi where they are best friends since childhood and Neteyam is jealous that the reader is talking to other young men, and they want her. She and Neteyam confessing to each other that they have feelings to one another.

Mine (Neteyam x Female Na'vi Reader)

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!reader Na'vi

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Note: An old request, sorry it took a while to get to it.

Warnings: Smut!

You and Neteyam have been best friends since you were little. Born only a few days apart, your parents always been around each other, so you and Neteyam were always around each other as well.

As you both grew up, you two became best friends, hardly separating from each other. Where ever one goes, the other follows.

Neteyam's parents had always treated you like their own, and his siblings had always considered you as their sister. You were part of Neteyam's family, and he was part of yours.

And as the two of you grew to the age of 16, both your mother and Neytiri started to see signs of a shift in their kids' relationship. Long looks, light touches, the female blushing on small compliments from the male.

Those were different feelings now.

Not that they would complain, both your parents and Neteyam's had hoped for one day when a mate to be picked for both of you, it will be the two of you together and not apart.

Time went on, and as it did, Neteyam grew annoyed when the young males in the village would start to notice your beauty and warrior skill. You weren't the only one who changed, he did as well, he grew more handsome and the females in the village didn't hesitated to show their want for the future Olo'eyktan of the Omaticaya Clan.

But Neteyam had eyes only for you.

And you had eyes only for him.

Yet both of you kept your feelings for each other deep inside.

Until you both reached to age 19.

Neteyam watched from afar as you laughed with a group of young Na'vi hunters, his jaw clenching involuntarily. Though you had been best friends since childhood, lately he found himself consumed by unfamiliar feelings of jealousy whenever other men were near you.

As the hunters departed, you noticed Neteyam and bounded over, your eyes bright. "There you are! I was looking for you earlier."

Were you?" he asked, unable to keep a hint of bitterness from his voice. "You seemed occupied."

You tilted your head, studying him. "Neteyam, what's wrong? You've been acting strangely lately."

He sighed, "Nothing."

You frowned, unconvinced. "I know you better than that. Something's bothering you."

Neteyam hesitated, his golden eyes searching your face. You thought maybe it will be better you two to talk in a more private area, "Let's go somewhere more private," you suggested softly, taking Neteyam's hand. He nodded, allowing you to lead him into the dense forest surrounding the village.

As you walked in silence, you could feel the tension radiating from Neteyam. Your heart raced, wondering what could be troubling your closest friend so deeply. Finally, you reached a secluded clearing bathed in bioluminescent light.

Turning to face him, you spoke gently, "Please, Neteyam. Tell me what's on your mind."

He took a deep breath, his eyes meeting yours with an intensity that made you shiver. "I can't stand seeing you with other men," he confessed, his voice low and husky. "The way they look at you, the way you smile at them… it drives me crazy."

Your eyes widened in surprise. "Neteyam, are you… jealous?" you asked softly, hardly daring to hope.

He nodded, his gaze dropping to the ground. "I know I shouldn't be. You're my best friend, and I should be happy for you. But I can't help it. The thought of you with someone else…" He trailed off, clenching his fists.

Your heart pounded in your chest as you stepped closer to him. "Neteyam, look at me," you whispered. When his golden eyes met yours again, you saw vulnerability there that took your breath away. "You have nothing to be jealous of. Those other men mean nothing to me."

"They don't?" he asked, hope flickering in his eyes.

You shook your head, gathering your courage. "No. Because… because my heart already belongs to someone else."

Neteyam's breath caught in his throat. "Who?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

You reached out, gently cupping his face in your hands. "You, Neteyam. It's always been you."

His eyes widened in disbelief, then softened with emotion. "Y/N," he breathed, pulling you closer. "I've wanted to tell you for so long, but I was afraid of ruining our friendship."

"I was afraid too," you admitted, your fingers tracing the luminescent patterns on his skin. "But I can't hide my feelings anymore. I love you, Neteyam."

"I love you too," he murmured, leaning in until his forehead rested against yours. "More than I ever thought possible."

Your eyes fluttered closed as Neteyam's lips finally met yours in a tender kiss.

The kiss deepened as years of unspoken longing poured out between you. Neteyam's strong arms encircled your waist, pulling you flush against his body. Your fingers tangled in his hair, reveling in its silky texture.

When you finally broke apart, breathless, Neteyam gazed at you with such adoration it made your heart soar. "I never want to let you go," he murmured, nuzzling your neck.

"Then don't," you whispered back, tilting your head to give him better access.

His lips trailed along your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "Y/N," he breathed against your skin, "I want to bond with you… to make you mine in every way."

You pulled back slightly to meet his eyes, seeing the desire burning there. "I want that too," you admitted.

Your heart raced as Neteyam's hands roamed your body, igniting sparks of pleasure wherever they touched. You pulled him closer, savoring the feeling of his strong form pressed against yours. His lips found yours again in a passionate kiss that left you breathless. You pulled away from his lips, and without breaking eye contact, you reached for his queue, gently bringing it forward. Neteyam's breath hitched as he understood your intention.

"Are you sure?" he asked softly, his voice thick with emotion.

You nodded, a smile playing at your lips. "I've never been more certain of anything."

With reverent care, Neteyam took your queue in his hands. The tendrils began to glow and intertwine as you brought them together. As the neural connection formed, you gasped at the intensity of sensations and emotions flowing between you. It was like nothing you had ever experienced--every touch amplified, every feeling shared.

Neteyam pulled you close, claiming your lips in a passionate kiss. You melted into Neteyam's embrace as waves of pleasure and emotion washed over you through your neural connection. His hands roamed your body with newfound urgency, igniting sparks of desire everywhere they touched. You gasped as he lowered you gently onto the soft forest floor, his body covering yours.

"You're so beautiful," Neteyam murmured, his eyes drinking in the sight of you beneath him. His fingers traced the luminescent patterns on your skin, sending shivers down your spine.

You pulled him down for another searing kiss, reveling in the feeling of his solid form pressed against you. Through your bond, you could feel his love and desire mingling with your own, creating an intoxicating blend of sensation.

Slowly, reverently, you began to explore each other's bodies. Every caress, every kiss was amplified tenfold through your neural connection. You could feel the heat radiating from his skin, the way his hands moved with both tenderness and urgency as they traced your curves, igniting a fire within you that burned brighter with each touch.

"Neteyam," you breathed, your voice barely a whisper as his lips traveled down your neck. The sensation sent tremors through your body, and you instinctively arched into him, encouraging his exploration.

He paused for a moment, looking up to meet your gaze. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked, his golden eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. The sincerity in his voice made your heart swell.

You nodded, a smile breaking across your face. "I want you--only you."

With a look of pure determination, he captured your lips once more, deepening the kiss as if to claim you entirely. His hands found their way to the hem of your garment, gently lifting it away to reveal your skin to the cool night air. Every caress was like a spark igniting a flame, and you shivered at the sensation, feeling both vulnerable and utterly cherished.

Neteyam's eyes darkened with desire as he took in your form, the bioluminescent hues dancing across your skin. He traced the soft curves of your waist, marveling at how perfect you felt beneath his hands. With each touch, he communicated his reverence for you, the depth of his feelings whispering through every caress.

"You are so beautiful," he murmured again, his voice low and filled with awe. The intensity of his gaze made your cheeks flush as you smiled back at him, your heart racing in tandem with the rhythm of the forest around you.

As if sensing your eagerness, Neteyam leaned down to press his lips to yours once more, kissing you deeply as he shifted between your legs. You reveled in the sensation of him nestled against you, the warmth radiating from his body mingling perfectly with the cool night air. You could feel the electricity crackling between you, a potent mix of longing and adoration.

As the kiss deepened, he shifted his body closer, his warmth enveloping you completely. Your hands roamed over his back, feeling the taut muscles beneath his skin, every movement igniting a fire within you that demanded more. You wanted to explore every inch of him, to understand how someone could evoke such intense feelings.

Neteyam pulled back slightly, his breath mingling with yours, both of you intoxicated by the moment. "Are you ready?" he asked, vulnerability lacing his tone as he searched your eyes for confirmation.

You nodded fervently, your heart racing. "I am. I want this. I want us."

With that silent agreement hanging in the air, Neteyam's lips found yours again, but this time there was an urgency that sent ripples of anticipation throughout your body. He trailed kisses down your jawline and across your collarbone, each touch igniting a wildfire of sensation that surged through you. Your hands tangled in his hair, urging him closer as he explored the delicate curves of your body with a reverence that made you feel cherished.

Neteyam's kisses trailed lower, and you gasped as his warm breath fanned across your skin. His fingers danced along your sides, leaving a trail of fire that made your heart race. You felt alive in a way you had never experienced before, every nerve ending heightening with anticipation. The forest around you fell silent, as if nature itself was holding its breath for what was about to unfold.

He paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours, filled with a mixture of love and fierce desire. "Y/N," he murmured, his voice raw with emotion. "I want to make this moment last forever."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you nodded earnestly, feeling an overwhelming sense of belonging wash over you. He leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss deepened, transforming into a tender promise wrapped in passion. With every gentle caress and heated breath, you could feel the connection between you solidify into something sacred.

As his kisses traveled lower, tracing the curves of your body, heat surged through you in waves. You gasped at the sensations flooding your senses--each brush of his lips felt like magic, igniting a trail of yearning that pulsed beneath your skin.

"Y/N," he murmured against your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. "You’re everything I have ever wanted." His words held sincere weight, each syllable imbued with love and desire.

You felt a rush of warmth at his admission, and the vulnerability in his voice made your heart race. "And you’re everything I’ve ever wanted too, Neteyam," you breathed, your fingers brushing against his cheek.

He brushed a stray strand of hair behind your ear, and his fingers lingered against your skin, igniting a trail of goosebumps.His voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke again, "You know we’re not just two souls in this moment. We’re bound by our families, our duties…"

You nodded, feeling the weight of those responsibilities pressing down but somehow lighter in the warmth of his presence. "I know," you replied, your voice steady, "But right now, all I can think about is us."

Neteyam’s expression softened, and he leaned closer, so close that you could feel the cool air between you warm with a newfound intimacy. "Then let’s not waste this moment. Let’s make it ours."

With that, he kissed you again, his lips molding perfectly against yours, a fusion of need and tenderness that took your breath away. Every kiss was a promise, a declaration of the love that had flourished between you for so long but had just now bloomed into something tangible.

As he kissed you deeper, you could feel the world around you dissolve further—leaves rustled in the breeze, bioluminescent flowers pulsed gently with an ethereal glow, and the distant sounds of the forest transformed into a melodic backdrop for your moment. Everything felt alive, vibrant with the energy of your connection.

Neteyam’s hands trailed down your sides as he pressed his body closer, creating an intimate cocoon of warmth. You gasped softly as his fingers brushed over your skin, igniting sparks that traveled through you like lightning. His touch was both gentle and electrifying, as if he was crafting a masterful painting on the canvas of your body.

"Y/N," he breathed, looking down at you with eyes full of love and desire.

He captured your lips in another searing kiss, deepening the connection between you two. The world outside ceased to exist; it was just the two of you in this sacred space beneath the stars. As the kiss lingered, his hands found their way back to your waist, his fingers splaying possessively on your hips—a declaration that you were his and he was yours.

Time seemed to stand still as he trailed hot kisses along your jaw and down your neck, every sensation sending waves of warmth radiating through you. You couldn't help but arch into him, inviting him closer as his lips traveled lower, igniting a fire within you that left you breathless. His hands roamed down your body, pulling you closer as you something touch you below, a warmth that sent shivers of anticipation coursing through your veins. It was as if every nerve in your body was awakening to the sensations he was creating, each caress igniting a deeper yearning within you.

"Neteyam," you whispered, your voice trembling with a mix of anticipation and desire. The world around you faded even further as he became your sole focus.

His breath caught at the sound of your voice, and he paused, looking up to meet your gaze. The intensity in his golden eyes reflected a swirling mix of emotions--passion, tenderness, and an unspoken question that hung heavy in the air between you.

"Are you sure?" he asked again, his voice husky, filled with concern and longing. The weight of the moment pressed down on both of you, a delicate balance between desire and vulnerability.

You nodded slowly, feeling embers of courage ignite within your heart. "Yes," you breathed, the word coming out as a soft affirmation. "I want this… with you."

A flicker of relief washed over his face, and in that moment, all doubt dissipated like mist under the rising sun. He leaned closer, brushing his lips against yours once more--a teasing caress that set your pulse racing. Then, those lips moved lower, trailing kisses down your neck, igniting a fire that left you gasping for air.

You felt him starting to push into you below, and a rush of exhilaration mixed with nervousness surged through your veins.

With gentle care, he began to push deeper into you, the sensations overwhelming yet exhilarating. You surrendered to him completely, your body arching to meet his every movement. The world around you faded away--leaves whispered above as the stars twinkled like ancient spirits bearing witness to your union. Every rustle of the wind seemed to resonate with your heartbeats, a symphony composed just for the two of you.

Neteyam's touch was both tender and fervent, as if he were exploring uncharted territory with reverence and awe. He paused for a moment, his golden eyes searching yours for any hint of hesitation. In that brief silence, you felt the weight of the moment--a sacred bond forming in the stillness between breaths.

"Are you okay?" he whispered, his voice low and filled with warmth and concern.

You nodded, your heart pounding in response to the sincerity in his gaze, "Yes," you breathed out.

With that affirmation, he pressed forward once more, moving with a gentle rhythm that sent waves of pleasure coursing through you, and you let out a moan. Each connection felt electric, igniting a fire within that consumed all thoughts of the outside world. It was as if time itself had bent to your will, leaving only the two of you in this cocoon of warmth and intimacy. You could feel the energy between you intensifying, weaving a tapestry of love that intertwined every heartbeat.

Every movement he made was careful yet passionate, each thrust drawing you closer to a blissful edge. The way his body moved against yours sent shivers of pleasure radiating from where you connected. With every rhythmic push and pull, your breaths mingled in soft gasps and sighs that echoed through the night, punctuating the intimate silence of the forest around you.

"Y/N," he breathed, his voice laced with desire and reverence. “You feel so perfect.” His words wrapped around you like a warm embrace, igniting flames of passion deep within your core.

The sensations built within you--each moment was a crescendo of bliss, and you felt yourself surrendering completely to the connection between your hearts and bodies. In those fleeting seconds, there was no world beyond this clearing, no responsibilities or expectations, just you and Neteyam, entwined in a dance of intimacy that felt like it had been destined for lifetimes. Each sigh, each moan exchanged was a testament to the bond you shared--a connection that transcended mere friendship and blossomed into something deeper, more profound.

As he moved with you in perfect harmony, the rhythm of your bodies aligned like the heartbeat of Pandora itself, synchronizing with the gentle sway of the trees overhead. The forest pulsed around you, a living entity that celebrated your union, highlighting the beauty of the moment with bioluminescent flowers illuminating the night.

"Together," Neteyam murmured against your skin, his voice thick with emotion. "Always together." It was as if he was pouring his soul into each word, sealing promises that lingered in the air between your heated breaths.

"Always," you echoed back breathlessly, your heart soaring at the sincerity radiating from him.

As Neteyam's rhythm quickened, each thrust sent shockwaves of pleasure coursing through you. You could feel the tension building within, a delicious pressure that urged you toward the precipice of ecstasy. The connection between you deepened with every shared breath, igniting a fire that burned brightly within the core of your being.

"Just like this," he murmured, his voice a husky whisper as he pressed his forehead against yours, his golden eyes filled with an intensity that made you shiver. "That's it."

You moaned, the sound reverberating through the clearing, echoing the raw intensity of your shared moment. Neteyam's gaze locked onto yours, fueling the fire that burned brightly between you as his movements grew more urgent, a dance choreographed by years of unspoken desire.

As the waves of pleasure crashed over you, you felt yourself spiraling into a blissful abyss, every nerve ending igniting with each pulse of his body against yours. Time ceased to matter as your world narrowed down to this moment, the two of you intertwined beneath the soft glow of the bioluminescent flora. Your heart raced in tandem with his movements, each thrust driving you closer to the edge.

"Y/N," he gasped, his breath mingling with yours as he leaned down to capture your lips again. The kiss was desperate and fervent, a mingling of your breaths that felt like the very essence of life itself. You could feel him drawing from your shared energy, both of you wholly consumed by the intensity of your connection.

You wrapped your legs around him, pulling him deeper as a wave of pleasure washed over you. It was as though Pandora herself was rejoicing in your union, the sounds of the forest--chirps and rustles--creating an ethereal symphony that played just for you, amplifying the sensations that coursed through your bodies.

The world around you dissolving into a mosaic of colors and sensations as waves of ecstasy crashed over you like a tidal wave. You felt every fiber of your being pulse with the intensity of the moment, a symphony of shared breath and whispered names echoing in the stillness of the forest.

Neteyam's golden eyes shone with a fierceness that mirrored the love swelling within you. His hands tightened around your waist, anchoring you to him as he poured every ounce of his soul into that singular moment. It felt as though time itself had stopped, allowing space for this union to take root in both your hearts—an undeniable connection that transcended words.

"Y/N," he murmured after the waves receded, his voice husky and laden with emotion. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, as if grounding himself in reality after the euphoria. "That was… everything."

You smiled softly, still catching your breath. "It was."

The forest glowed softly around you, the bioluminescent flora twinkling as if celebrating your union. You could feel the weight of the moment settling in, wrapping around you both like a warm embrace. Neteyam's fingers traced gentle patterns on your skin, grounding you in the aftermath of such intimate bliss.

"You mean everything to me," he said, his golden eyes reflecting a mixture of awe and tenderness. "I never want to let this go."

Your heart swelled at his words, and you leaned in, resting your forehead against his. "You won’t have to. We’re bound now--by our hearts, by our families… by everything we’ve shared."

He smiled, a slow, radiant smile that lit up his entire face. "I want to take care of you, Y/N. Always."

You looked back into his eyes, feeling the sincerity of his promise wash over you like a comforting tide. "And I will stand by your side, through everything. You're my heart, Neteyam."

He nodded, a sense of understanding passing between you that needed no words. He caressed your cheek, leaning over to kiss you with a tenderness that made your heart flutter once more. The kiss was a gentle reminder of the bond you had forged, a promise sealed with the warmth of his lips against yours.

[sturniololuvz]

Hii can you do a sturniolo sister fic where they are all together in the mall and a big crowd of people notice them and she starts freaking out or smth like that?

Yess i can ! enjoyyyy🩷

“A Day at the Mall with the Sturniolo Triplets”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings: crying , that’s it rlly.

It was a bright Saturday afternoon when the Sturniolo triplets—Nick, Matt, and Chris—decided to take their four-year-old little sister, Y/N, to the mall. She had been talking nonstop about getting a new stuffed animal, and since their parents were busy, the brothers thought it would be fun to take her out for the day.

Y/N was beyond excited, skipping between them as they walked through the entrance of the mall. She held Chris’s hand tightly, her tiny fingers wrapped around his as she beamed up at him.

“I wanna get a pink bear!” she announced, her eyes lighting up at the thought.

“A pink bear, huh?” Matt chuckled, ruffling her hair. “That’s pretty specific. But I think we can make it happen.”

Nick smirked, nudging Chris. “I bet she’s gonna end up picking out five different animals before deciding.”

Chris laughed. “Yeah, I give it ten minutes before she changes her mind.”

Y/N pouted. “Nuh-uh! I know what I want!”

The triplets exchanged amused glances as they made their way toward the toy store. The mall was moderately busy, people chatting and walking around with shopping bags, but nothing too crazy. For a while, everything was perfect. Y/N picked out a pink teddy bear just like she wanted, hugging it close to her chest as she grinned up at her brothers.

Then, as they left the store and began heading toward the food court, it happened.

A group of teenage girls across the way suddenly gasped and pointed. “Oh my god! It’s the Sturniolo Triplets!”

Chris stiffened. “Oh no.”

Within seconds, more and more fans noticed them, whispering excitedly before rushing toward them. The sound of voices grew louder, people calling out their names, pulling out their phones, and trying to get their attention.

“Nick! Chris! Matt! Can we get a picture?”

“I love you guys so much!”

“OMG, it’s really them!”

The crowd quickly became overwhelming, pressing in closer and surrounding them. Fans were snapping pictures, some even reaching out to touch their arms.

Chris suddenly felt a tiny tug on his shirt. He looked down to see Y/N, her big eyes filled with fear as she clutched onto his sleeve tightly.

“Chris… it’s too loud,” she whimpered.

Without a second thought, Chris scooped her up into his arms. She immediately buried her face in his neck, her small body trembling as the crowd continued to grow. The flashing cameras and all the shouting were too much for her, and before long, soft sniffles turned into quiet sobs.

Matt and Nick noticed right away.

“Hey guys, listen,” Matt called out, trying to stay calm, but his voice was firm. “We love you all, but we need a little space right now.”

Nick nodded, placing a protective hand on Chris’s back as they started moving toward the exit. “Yeah, you’re kinda scaring our little sister. Please, just give us some room.”

Some of the fans hesitated, realizing what was happening. A few lowered their phones, looking guilty, but others kept shouting their names.

Y/N’s cries grew louder as she gripped onto Chris’s hoodie. “I wanna go home,” she sobbed.

That was all it took for the triplets to make a decision.

“Alright, we’re leaving,” Chris said, holding Y/N tightly as he pushed forward. “Sorry, guys, but we gotta go.”

Nick and Matt flanked his sides, creating a barrier as they maneuvered through the crowd. It was difficult, but eventually, they made it to the exit. Once outside, the fresh air was a relief, but Y/N was still crying softly against Chris’s shoulder.

Chris kissed the top of her head as they reached the car. “It’s okay, peanut. We’re safe now.”

Matt quickly opened the car door while Nick helped Chris get Y/N into her car seat. She was still sniffing, her face red and teary as Chris buckled her in.

“I didn’t like that,” she murmured, rubbing her eyes.

“I know, baby,” Chris said gently. “I’m so sorry. We didn’t know that was gonna happen.”

Nick handed her the pink teddy bear, brushing her hair back. “Here, cuddle your bear, okay? We’re gonna go home now.”

Y/N nodded weakly, hugging the stuffed animal to her chest. As they drove home, her sniffles slowly faded, replaced by deep breaths as she calmed down.

Chris glanced back at her in the rearview mirror, his heart aching a little. “You feeling better, peanut?”

She nodded sleepily. “Yeah… but I don’t wanna go to the mall again.”

The triplets chuckled softly.

“Fair enough,” Matt said. “Next time, we’ll just buy you a pink bear online.”

And with that, the four of them drove home, ready to put the chaotic day behind them.

[fanartlover1234]

A PUT TOGETHER MESS

Mattheo and Y/n broke up in 3rd year and Y/n left to study elsewhere but when she comes back she is completely different

MATTHEO X F!READER

3rd YEAR

"Are you kidding me??" Y/n yelled annoyed as she caught Mattheo flirting with yet another girl after he stood her up for her date.

"C'mon babe, dont be like that" he said taking her hand " y'know i love you" he said a smile on his face droping when he saw her stone cold face.

She was 14 and would probablu fall to her knees for that smile but this time she was done, she had wanted to explain to him that she had to leave, thats why she suggested this date.

"No, im done and you dont love me" she said slaping his hand away from her " you love the idea of me, you love the idea that im always there when you want it"

She said before walking away.

The very next day she left.

"Pansy, where is Y/n?" He asked Y/n best friend stoping her chatter with Astoria.

"Why would i care?"

"She left today, she changed schools because of her parents" Astoria explained as the boy's face grew pale in shock and fear as he might never see her again.

7th YEAR

Over the past years everyone could see how Mattheo had changed , his grades sliped and he himself was playing girls left and right, his heart had become cold amd his face rarely showed something other than a smirk or a stone cold face.

Y/n on the other hand became different, her usual shy nature became more open over the years even if the first year after the break up was hard.

"What gossip are you both going 'bout now?" Lorenzo asked Pansy and Astoria as they chatted about some person again.

"You guys dont know?" Astoria asked as the biys sat down, Mattheo pulled out some cigarette before lighting it.

"Enlighten us" He said rolling his eyes as he took a drag of smoke.

"Y/n is coming back, she is-"

"Wait wait wait" Theodore said " Mattheos Y/n?" He asked them.

"Well she is not really his but yeah" Astoria said as she looked at Theo.

"Nuh uh, everyone know Y/n is Mattheos girl even if they are not together" Lorenzo said leaning back before the door to the common room opened up and Y/ns voice filled the room as she spoke on the phone catching the attention of Mattheo.

Her hair was longer and darker and her looks had just changed and her personality as well.

She put her phone on the jeans pocket before Astoria went up to the girl.

"Hey girl, made sure you are across from me and Pansy" she said to the girl, handing her a key to her room.

"Thanks, Tori" she said taking the and making her way up.

-september-

During september, Mattheo learned a lot about Y/n from Astorias and Pansys big mouths thay never shut up about her.

From what he heard she hasn't changed much, just gained the confidence she needed and changed a lot in her looks earning a lot of guys attention.

For Y/n it was weird since most classed for them were together but she tried not to pay attention to him or well the facts that he still caused her to feel thing no other guy has ever made her feel.

His smirk when he caught her staring at him, or the small chuckle when she tried to cover up her pink cheeks or when she made a snappy comment at him.

-oktober-

Halloween party, Y/ns black dress and high heels caught not only Mattheos eyes but also half the party boys eyes as the girl danced her hip moving.

She flinched a little feeling a pair of cold hands through her dress on her hips making her turn around.

"Mattheo?" God her saying his name made him want to take here right then and there "get off" she said her voice sounding like a whisper over the loud music as she tried to peal his hands off her but to no avail his grip on her was strong but not enough to bruise her.

"C'mon, dove, we both know you still want me as much as i do " he said pulling her closer to him their faces inches apart from eachother before Pansy pulled Y/n back telling her something.

When Y/n turned around to scold Mattheo he was gone already, her mind going blank as she grabed a random boy kissing him.

The boy kissed her back, sloppy and bad kiss but it took her mind off, nope take that back, it didnt work his hands were warm and uncomfortable while Mattheos cold and always braught her joy, his touch felt like fire while Mattheos touch made her want to lit herself un fire with the passion he gave her, his hair was short amd straight oh how she missed Mattheos curls.

She pulled back suddenly, before her stood Mattheo his smirk on his face as he looked at her.

"Mattheo" she said.

"Mattheo? Im dean" Mattheo said.

"Huh" she said shaking her face and for a fact Mattheo wasnt even near her, before her stood Dean who she has flying class with.

Y/n left him there making her way into some random room, going into a bubble of quief from the party.

The bathroom door opened and she saw Mattheo his fancy pants thay he always wore, no shirt there.

Her eyes traveled down on his abs, god he looked like a god now.

He looked good then but now.

He cleared his throat and she looked up at him as she started to ramble an apology to him as she reached for a handle as he came closer to her, grabing the door handle traping her in the room.

"Matt"

"Dove, you wanted to see me naked you could have just asked" he said a smirk on his face as he watched her.

"I dont, i didnt" she stumbled over her words as she looked anywhere but him.

He grabed her moving her to be infront of his bed.

"I hate you"

"Oh im sure you do" he said kissing her neck before steping back a little.

"Strip" he said.

"I hate you, Mattheo, you"

"i said strip" he said again.

Before she registered it she was already out of her dress.

She took off her underwear, leanig down to take her heels " leave them on" he said.

He leaned down taking her clothes and sitting by a window placing them on the window sill as he sat down.

"Matt"

"You say you hate me yet your dripping wet, naked and obey like a whore" he said.

She looked down.

"On your knees" he said and she slowly did "look at me and crawl here"

She did but she felt so humiliated by him she when she sat on her knees before him.

Long story short they fucked hard.

-november-

It was getting chilly outside as november steped up to replace the warm weather as the night became longer.

Y/n was sitting outside reading a book, she liked the cool air as a flyer was placed down by Pansy.

"Hogwarts hosting the yule ball, we have to go to it"

"Pansy, no" she said closing the book as she looked at the girl.

"C'mon it will be fun, a good way to rub Mattheos nerves" she said singing the last part earning a smile from the girl as she said yes and soon enough dress was on her bed, haid neatly done and make up sparkly as December dance came up in few hours.

Y/n made her way into the ball room, her eyes looking at the figures dancing and a few hours in she, Pansy and Astoria were dancing as well they spun around in joy as she laughed around.

Mattheo had seen her, admired her as his date kept talking, her voice fell silent as he looked at Y/n.

Her hair tied up and her make up sparkly, her green dress enchanting her beauty as she laughed with some friends.

Her eyes met his, her laugh stoping her smile still soft as she looled at him before Astoria got her attention again.

She was back, they had fucked, he knew she still loved him but most of all he was crazy about her now, he was in love, his face went sad as he remembered all those times he treated her badly, he loved her and he lost her.

He looked at her, now he was sure who she was, she was drifferent yet same from who she was those years ago.

She was life it self.

Wild and free.

Wonderfully chaotic.

She was a perfectly put together mess.

She was a girl you regret losing.

So he wont, he said sorry to his date before making his way to Y/n taking her bridal style in his hands and carrying her.

Soon they reached his room, Y/n long gave up trying to get out of his hands.

He placed her down softly.

"Let me go" she said when be stood before the door.

"Im not making that mistake again" he said to her " i love you Y/n, i shouldn't have been such a jerk those years ago" he said before kissing her.

She kissed him back, cutting the tension between them since the halloween party.

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Mattheo

Her mind was racing, his name going in circles over and over as the kiss deepened.

She is a girl you regret losing, so he didnt and will make sure he never does

[cherriegyuu]

Ahhh since Willow has reached it's conclusion, how bout we get a one year anniversary, where they announce they're finally going to be parents and its the first familial ceremony where they're actually in love and meant for each other!?

hi!! thank you so much for requesting, i hope you enjoy it

pairing: seungcheol x fem!reader

genre: fluff, just them loving each othe

word count: 1.1k

summary: seungcheol always knew that he was going to marry you, but things only get harder once he does (or in which seungcheol is just really dumb and doesn't know how to show his feelings)

part one | part two | part three (final)

It was a sight to be held, honestly. And probably one of your favorite in the world. 

Over the years, mornings became one of your favorite times of the day. You had never been an early riser, and mornings for you were merely the time you woke. 3 pm? Still morning, if you just woke up, didn't matter what the clock and people said. Even so, waking up was one of your favorite moments. There was nothing quite like opening your eyes to the sight of your husband sprawled on the other side of the bed, lips almost in a pout, hair all over the place, and a serene look on his face. 

There was nothing like it in the world. 

You reached for the tattoo on his back, tracing it with the tip of your fingers, lightly urging him to wake up in the most delicate way you could. 

Three years before, when you decided to give your marriage with Seungcheol a chance, you didn't expect it to be like this. You thought that you would grow feelings for him, of course. The two of you were set to be by each other's side for the rest of your lives. You expected to develop some kind of friendship and, to some degree, intimacy with him. 

But Seungcheol filled you with love and finally a sense of belonging that you never felt before. The two of you had, definitely, come a long way since getting married. Life with Seungcheol was everything you ever wanted. The love you always dreamed of. The king of love that only seemed possible in the silly romantic comedies you used to watch, was now one that you got to live. 

And as time went by and memories of your childhood and adolescence came back to surface on your mind while talking with him, you finally realized that you too, had a crush on him back then. Your feelings weren’t as strong as his but that was only because you never allowed yourself to. However, it had been there the whole time, just waiting for an opportunity to flourish.

“Hi, sleepy head” you whispered once you noticed that Seungcheol finally started to wake up.

Seungcheol gave the most gorgeous smile, half awake, still half sleep, as he pulled you closer to him, until your body was flushed against his.

“For how long did we sleep?”

You reached for his phone on the nightstand.

“Around 14 hours, it’s 6 pm”

Seungcheol hummed and buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply. The day before you had attended Seokmin’s wedding and just like any party Seokmin was involved, it got carried well into the night so it was safe to say that the two of you were beyond tired. Fourteen hours of sleep sounded and felt justifiable. 

“I could sleep for a few more hours,” he said. 

His warm breath made your skin tingle a little, and as if that wasn’t enough he started to place small kisses on your neck. 

"But I'm hungry" you whispered.

He pulled on top of him, your legs now straddling his hips. Seungcheol’s lips grew needier on your neck, slowly climbing up towards your lips. For a second, you allowed him to kiss you, enjoying the warmth of his body against yours, the feel of his hands on your waist.

"Not this kind of hungry" you laughed while pulling back, squishing his cheeks with your fingers tips.

Seungcheol sighed dramatically.

"We could use some real food, I guess"

Seungcheol watched you in complete horror. The pan with rice and eggs on the stove was completely forgotten. There was no way you would actually eat that.

"Don't we usually eat dessert after eating dinner?"

He couldn't even call that thing dessert, it was some kind of monstrosity that only an insane mind could come up with.

He started dinner preparations while you took a shower and was surprised when you walked into the kitchen and pulled ice cream from the freezer. If it had been just the ice cream it would've been fine, a little unlike you but still fine. But then you pulled out strawberry jam, then cheese. As if that wasn’t enough you add pepper and olive oil on top of it.

“I know, but this looks so good, right?” Seungcheol had to hold back the need to throw up when you scooped up the weird mix and ate it “Do we still have olives?”

“No, no, no, no, you’re kidding”

You shook your head at him, handing him the olive jar you found on the fridge to open. Even though the idea of eating all of that disgusted him, he wasn’t going to stop you. You pulled a fork from the drawer and popped an olive in your mouth.

“Do you want one?” you waved the fork at him. 

“No, thank you”

“This is amazing” you almost moaned.

“Sweetheart, this isn’t normal” he finally said, then jokingly added, “Are you pregnant?”

You stayed silent for a second, the only movement between the two of you was the fork in your hand, as you moved it from side to side. 

“I am,” you said quietly, soft features. 

You first started to suspect that you were pregnant a couple of days before. You were getting morning sickness and the smells were something that you couldn’t deal well with. You weren’t late on your period and there were no other signs. 

Without telling Seungcheol about it, you went out and bought a test — three, to be more precise. One was negative, while the other two were positive. Still, you wanted to be sure, as much as possible. So you called your doctor and set the appointment for the day before, early morning. The results came on your way to Seokmin’s wedding. 

Since you read the results, you wanted to tell Seungcheol, desperately. But you wanted to do something special like people usually do on the internet. You couldn’t keep it in, really. Talks about kids had been few, but both of you seemed to like the idea just as much as the other. Although it wasn’t planned, it felt like the timing was right, 

“You are?”

You nodded, laughing when Seungcheol tossed the dish towel over his shoulder. Half a second later you were in his arms, legs around his waist, as he spun around in the kitchen. You couldn’t help the tears in your eyes.

“I can do this, right? It’s not dangerous?”

Seungcheol had tears in his eyes too. The small part of you that was worried about his reactions relaxed when he placed a kiss on your lips.

“I love you,” he said quietly.

It felt like the two of you gave yet another step towards forever, together. 

“I love you”

[kithtaehyung]

busted (3tan) (teaser) | myg

teaser: busted (m) (3tan10)  pairing: 3tan!yoongi x reader(f) , jungkook x reader(f) series: masterlist | three tangerines | fireworks | house party | basketball | stay | sidewalk talk | friends | dalo | like that | anytime | sundress season | yoongi’s interlude | forfeit | flutter | video call rating/genre: m (18+) ; [redacted] ; brother’s best friend au, implied age gap au summary: [redacted lol just trust me] note: alright, listen.. the chapter is coming along but plans and life got in the way so i wasn’t able to get it done before tour. however, i do have a lot of it written/halfway done, so i feel comfortable enough to offer y’all a teaser and will finish it out once i’m done with this trip. i do hope y’all understand, 3tan is coming back v v soon ! :’))  note 2: as for the rest of this chapter.. fuck lol warnings: none for teaser, final list to be named on drop day! est. drop date: late may - early june 2023 teaser wc: 1.8k est. total wc: 15-18k

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Here goes nothing and everything.

It was fifteen years ago when you first met Jungkook. When the sidewalks in your neighborhood were fewer and the occupancy in your house was higher. 

A tiny boy, he was immediately ready to stay by your side, despite the limited amount of time he got to hang around before his parents corralled his energy back inside their car. 

Later on, he would tell you that had something to do with them not wanting him influenced by your brother and his group. But you didn’t know that at the time. 

Ever since the two of you met, you became the best of friends. And as you grew older, it was only natural that feelings bloomed with everything else. 

In the midst of an ever changing garden, you found something that never wavered, vibrant in color and immovable at its root. 

Which was strange. You’d never compared people to flora before him. 

But, because of Jungkook, you couldn’t help but see everyone as such—lilies, buttercups, the ones that trap to survive. 

And he was the prettiest, strongest flower of them all.

There was rain. There were storms. But with them came hope, and a pair of cheap rings that the two of you bought nestled nicely in boxes, waiting to be unearthed when you were ready.

However. 

What also came was a lesson. One that you would learn again when two of every seat remained unused in your household. 

A lesson that people are more like seasons than flowers.

They change with or without you. 

And they pass by.

“We can go somewhere quieter if you want,” Jungkook offers. And you know he’s going to suggest your room before he even utters the words.

But of course he adds a small, “If I’m allowed in there anymore.”

When he laughs, your smile is as slow as your head shake, a few memories of old tasting bittersweet on your tongue. “We can.”

“Okay.”

When you make your way to your room, you hear the thumps of music and rhythms of conversation—both casual and loud—echoing throughout the house. Some people are sharing laughs, others are scooting just a bit closer, and a lucky one is cackling before demanding that everyone hand over their money. 

All of them oblivious to the fact that you’re about to rip off a piece of your heart.

Well. That may not be the case. But based on the conversation that you had with Jungkook before your interview, this wasn’t going to be an easy one in the slightest—not for him, nor for you.

But if he’s gonna keep pushing forward, this is a stop you need to put up regardless.

During a party isn’t what you had in mind, though. Much less one in your own house.

You don’t know if anyone sees you open your door for Jungkook to pass through, or if they notice the slump of your mood, but you figure no one will care anyways. 

Until you see someone out of the corner of your peripheral.

And the skip of your heart tells you who it is.

Occupying one of the hallways a ways away, you can tell he’s very aware of you despite being in the middle of a chatty group.

But what’s on his mind? Is he worried? Is he gonna ask what this is about?

Damn it. You’re just gonna have to tell him later. You can’t exactly do anything now. 

A voice peeps from behind your tense shoulders,

“You okay?”

Fuck. 

Turning, you nod to the boy in your room before shutting your door, giving one more look to the man whose last text you couldn’t read.

And the way he stares makes you wanna bolt from everyone entirely.

When your door clicks shut, you slowly swivel, only the bass of your brother’s music pushing the walls in closer. 

Jungkook’s doing exactly what you knew he’d do, wandering around your room and either leaning in to observe, or lightly touching things that he remembers. 

The soft puff of a laugh snaps you into focus. “I can’t believe you still have all his medals up.”

Ah. He even remembers the way you have all your brother’s trophies and achievements displayed—all because you liked seeing them shine, and he didn’t want them in his room.

Sweeping your gaze along two of your walls, you let out a tiny sound of amusement while agreeing, “I can. Too lazy to take them down.” 

“I can do it,” he immediately responds. “If you need me to.”

If it had been five years ago, you would’ve been enamored that he even offered.

But five years ago is when he shattered any hopes you had for the two of you, so you turn him down yet again. “It’s okay.” 

“You sure?”

“We’re here to talk, not decorate, Jungkook.”

He stares before nodding in dejection, eyes finding something other than you. “It’s still weird to hear you say my name.”

It’s weird to say it. 

But you can’t let him know you agree, so the sound you make is half-cautious and weakly lighthearted. “You think so?”

“Ah, yeah.” He flashes a smile that still squeezes air from your lungs. “I’d gotten too used to all the names you had for me.”

“Oh, god.”

“But I guess someone else gets to hear them now.”

Goddamn it. He’s not gonna give up, just like he said right before your interview. 

“Who are you seeing?” 

“Kook…” 

“I wanna know.” 

“Why?”

He walks over to your nightstand, picking up a picture of you and your friends from years back. 

And your heart pangs at how big his back has become. 

Without turning, Jungkook lifts his head to stare at your ceiling. And if he’s wondering whether the glow stars he stuck all over it are still there or not, you don’t know if you’d admit that you never took them down. 

“So that I’d know if I still have a chance.” 

“You already had yours,” you whisper. “Remember?”

And when you look up, he’s already staring at you with regret. 

Memories start to come back, but you shove them away with force, trying to empty your sinking boat with a teaspoon. 

Every time he had walked back from school with you, every time he would make you laugh when you felt alone, every time he stayed at your place when your brother had to be out—all of them competed with each other to punch you in the gut and push you to your knees. 

“I do,” is all he says before softly placing the frame on your bed. “I fucked that up, didn’t I.” 

The times he said he’d be there when you needed him, the times he said it was gonna be okay when you struggled with your seemingly deepest darkest secrets. 

All the times you knew you’d have a long future with him. 

“You did.”

Everything leading up to the time he said you should break up before you left for university.

Right before you were going to tell him you loved him.

Your heart hasn’t beat in awhile, but you don’t notice until Jungkook starts walking towards your planted feet. Was he really so far away? How did he cover the distance between so fast?

With a sigh occupying your chest, you muse that he looks so different, but also not different at all. 

And, just like the time you saw him downtown, your brain doesn’t know how to separate the Jungkook you knew from the one you see in front of you. 

Because they are still the same.

You don’t budge as he stands resolute, inches away but encasing you in his familiar presence. When his hand comes up to your face, he almost touches—but the slight hesitation has you holding your breath before he surrenders his hand at his side. 

“I was an idiot,” he admits, throat seemingly small and making yours the same size. “I never should’ve… I can’t believe I…” 

You watch as he flips his head up, and you hate how you know exactly what he’s trying to hide. 

But your soul still remembers the wound it was dealt. So while you don’t want him feeling this way, you’re perfectly okay to fight back. 

He doesn’t get to cry when he’s the reason for all those tears. 

“And yet you did,” you remind him, proud of how stable your voice leaves lips that used to seek his. “And you left me so fucking confused.” 

“I know.”

“Do you really?” 

He flickers regretful eyes your way, giving you all the room to talk. 

And you’re going to.

“Do you actually know, Kook? How fucked up that made me feel right before going where I knew nobody. No one.” 

His nostrils flare while eyebrows flinch. 

You expel a tough breath, everything that happened before bubbling up to the surface. Nights you spent wondering what happened, days you spent feeling unwanted, times you felt so fucking alone.

“Is it true that you even loved me?”

“Yes,” he finally shatters, face contorting and eyes welling at their rims. “Of course I did.” 

Did.

“I still do.”

Liar.

“I thought I was the only one.” You search his eyes, hating how you would comfort him in an instant if this were any other circumstance. Hating, hating, loathing that this is how you find out your love wasn’t unrequited. “Why did you push me away?” 

“I didn’t—I didn’t mean to…” He turns, unable to handle the loud silence streaming from your bones. Voice shaken, he flounders, “I don’t know. I’ve—” 

When he pauses, it’s to keep his lips from shaking. You just know it. 

“I’ve regretted it every day since.” 

“Bullshit.” 

“I have!”

“Really. So all those texts you never sent were full of regret, too, huh?” 

“No, I—”

“All those calls you never made.” 

“I wanted to call!”

“You wanted nothing to do with me!”

“No! That’s not true—”

“Liar!”

He digs palms into the soaking divots of his face, tense at all angles and making you so, so angry that this is what the both of you have come to. 

“I’m not lying!”

“You are!”

You thought it would feel better seeing him cry. 

But it’s not, it’s not, it’s not. You hate this. 

Because Jungkook made sure your tears were short-lived. Made sure to chase them away every single time—

There’s a rapid twist of your locked doorknob before you hear a shout,

“What the hell’s going on in there!”

Shit, your brother. Were you both yelling? 

…Were you both that loud?

“We’re fine!” you shout back, embarrassed that your fight somehow managed to outperform the aux. “It’s okay.”

“Open up.”

“No.”

“You better be serious—”

“Promise!” You spare a look at your door. “We’re okay.” 

“…Okay.”

Even though it’s completely silent.

You know damn well he hasn’t left. 

Fuck, he can’t hear the rest of this. He shouldn’t have heard any of it in the first place, and you can feel the sear of his questions flaring up later tonight. 

Which, you are fine answering when it’s just the two of you. But you cannot have anyone hovering right now so you go to rip the door open and tell him off, 

“Dude, I said I’m—”

Oh, fuck.

Yoongi’s right there with him.

And your heart fucking lurches.

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tbc. :’))) 

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A/N: soooooo here you go before i continue with the rest of vacay!! LMAOO wouldn’t it be so funny if the whole chapter drops by surprise like y’all are wanting it to? just like this? wild.... A/N 2: always always gonna thank everyone that’s reading and supporting the series! there’s gonna be a lot happening in this chapter just like forfeit, so note-taking or bulletpoint format while reading might be a thing again if you wanna be able to remember things.. ahaha. pls give me strength bc i need it T^T  ++ more links: ⇥ three tangerines masterlist  ⇥ 18+ only taglist!  ⇥ masterlist 

[gingerteafairy]

𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬

He's strong enough to survive any temptation.

tags n warnings: kit walker x fem!reader, fiance!kit, menace!reader, religion, marriage, suggestive, breeding kink. word count: +800. masterlist

Kit Walker was a strong man. That alone was enough to convince your father to finally accept that you were in a serious relationship with another man. Kit wasn’t religious, but he was a man of faith and courage—qualities that helped him rise above the cruel whispers about him in town. Divorced at twenty-six, with a Mustang and a sultry Southern drawl. A recipe for temptation.

But Kit was strong enough not to listen to the gossip. Strong enough to be the best man he could for you. He went to church every Sunday in a suit and tie, earning your father’s reluctant respect. At some point, your family seemed to like Kit even more than they liked you. It wasn’t surprising. Kit was perfect.

You were not. You never had been.

You were like a storm that your parents soon knew they couldn't control. Teasing Kit became a routine. Mini skirts, tiny bikinis in the summer, increasing the number of popsicles and lollipops you consumed in front of him, making sure you made piercing eye contact.

Maybe your parents hoped Kit would guide you back to the right path. But you loved him despite everything. Because of everything. Each day, the feeling only grew, making it unbearable to be away from him, to be without his touch on your skin.

It was late when Kit’s Mustang rolled to a stop in front of your house. The engine hummed softly before cutting off, and the night grew silent. He stepped out first, moving with effortless confidence as he walked around and opened the door for you—just like he always did. You slid out, smoothing down the hem of your short skirt while he shut the door behind you. The two of you walked toward the garage, your footsteps quiet against the pavement.

Inside, the house was dark, hushed. Everyone was asleep. “I think I’ll just stay here for a bit,” Kit murmured as he stepped inside, his voice low. “Don’t wanna wake ‘em up.”

“Stay with me a little longer,” you pleaded, pouting slightly as you took his hands in yours, your fingers lacing together.

He exhaled softly, giving you a look that made your heart flutter and sink at the same time. “My sweet girl,” he whispered, gently pulling his hands away. “You know I can’t.”

“But why?” you asked, tilting your head in feigned innocence as you inched closer.

His lips twitched, a knowing smirk playing on them. “You’ll end up pregnant,” he said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

A shiver ran down your spine. It wasn’t a secret how much you admired his beauty. He looked like he had been sculpted by the hands of a master artist, a gift from God Himself. But your desire for him was far from holy.

Kit let out a quiet chuckle, stepping closer until the warmth of his body enveloped you. He lifted your chin with two fingers, forcing you to meet his gaze. “What’s wrong?” he inquired, voice deep and teasing. “You didn’t think I was innocent, did you?”

You swallowed, trying to steady your breath. “No… I just—” You took a step back instinctively, only to find yourself pressed against the wall. He didn’t move away. “Kit, my parents—”

His smirk deepened. “Feeling shy now?” he taunted, his voice laced with amusement. He leaned in, pressing slow, lingering kisses to both corners of your lips. You barely had time to catch your breath before he spoke again, voice like velvet and sin.

“You didn’t seem so shy these past few months.” His fingers traced a slow path down your arm, igniting goosebumps in their wake. His eyes darkened, sharp and unreadable. “What’s changed now?”

You fell silent, your mind blank. You had no idea what to say—what could you say? Kit had changed completely. What you didn’t know was that there was a beast inside him, one that grew stronger with each passing encounter. It tormented him, gnawed at him, left him restless and desperate. He studied you for a moment, his gaze unreadable, before leaning in close—so close you could feel his breath ghosting over your ear.

“If you knew we were getting married next week,” he whispered, voice low and teasing, “you wouldn’t be so anxious.”

Your eyes widened in shock. Your hand flew to your mouth, stifling the silent gasp that escaped you. Surprise, excitement, fear—all crashing into you at once, a whirlwind of emotion you couldn’t control.

“Kit… what do you mean?” your voice was barely above a whisper. “My father—how did you—?”

“Simple, darlin’,” he chuckled, pulling back just enough so his lips brushed against yours as he murmured, “I’m a strong man.”

And then he stepped away. This time, he turned and walked toward the door, leaving you standing there, stunned, breathless. You barely had time to process what was happening before your body moved on its own, following him outside in a daze.

He stopped at the doorway, one hand on the knob, before suddenly turning back. His eyes burned into yours for a brief moment—then his lips crashed against yours in a kiss so deep it stole the air from your lungs.

“Get ready,” he warned, gripping your waist possessively. “Next week, you’re not running from me.”

[kakashixhatakesxwhore]

The Sound of Gladness

Pairing: Umino Iruka x GN!Reader

Summary: Iruka thinks that, because you're his best friend, you're essentially his girlfriend - spurred by a moment of jealousy, he professes his feelings.

W/c: 2.3k

Warnings: Swearing, brief jealousy (and trashing on Kakashi (in a world where he is a whore)), sexual toward the end (mentions of masterbation and heated kissing)

Notes: this fuckass ask had me in stitches, so here you go. you guys are about 19/20 in this. also, lmk if this sucks.

Masterlist💿

Iruka always loved the way you laughed. He would listen to you laugh all day long, if he could. No music, from lute nor lyre, could compare to the silver touch your laughter held. Not even the most charming bird's song could hold a candle to the beguilement that accompanied your joy. He had always loved your laugh, even more so when it was of his doing, be that from a tickle, from a joke, or even from his embarrassing mistakes.

When he first heard you laugh, every single intonation had burnt into Iruka's brain forever-more. That was the first time he distinctly remembered thinking, everything's going to be okay.

It came from a distance, then your sweet melody neared, still indiscernible from an angel's hymn. With the softest chuckle, closer to him than Iruka had thought, you asked, "What are you doing out here?"

Slowly, Iruka opened his eyes, only to be met with the breathtaking twinkle in yours. As he lay in the tall grass, hands behind his head, all he could see was your gorgeous, young face, looking down at him. You smiled wider as he smiled up at you, and Iruka couldn't believe his luck. What ever had possessed you to wander so far into the forest that day, Iruka had always been grateful for.

"Watching the stars behind my eyes," he murmured, taken by your beauty. Iruka's mind had quieted for the first time in a long time, and he didn't want to disrupt the peace. He sat up as he added, "But I'd much rather watch the stars in yours instead."

To Iruka's immense pleasure, you widened your eyes and sat on the grass beside him. "We should be friends."

He agreed wholeheartedly, and that was that.

The two of you became attached at the hip, the best of friends.

You would come with him the monument where his parents' names were engraved, and you would take him to your house, where your parents would be waiting with open arms, always wide enough for Iruka too. Each Saturday, you two would spend the mornings in the hot springs, the afternoons tucked away in one of your bedrooms, and the nights meandering the streets and the forests of Konoha.

Eventually, the two of you were promoted to Chunin in the same exam, and the Third Hokage noted your chemistry - he began sending the two of you on missions together, exclusively, and Iruka couldn't have been happier. As you both aged, you grew together, closer than atoms.

Being your best friend in the entire world, Iruka got almost every perk of a relationship with you. Almost.

Your voice came from his kitchen, keeping his thoughts in check. Over the sounds of sizzling, you called out, "Iruka!"

"Yeah, sweetheart?" He called back with a grin, the pet name rolling off of his tongue as easily as it had for years. He stood up from his desk and drew to the kitchen.

Iruka came in, immediately affronted with the decadent smells of spices and vegetables, and he saw you standing before the stove, moving the stir-fry around quickly with a wooden spoon. The grin on his lips only stretched when your turned your head to look at him. A beautiful glint occupied your eyes as you smiled back at Iruka sweetly, beckoning him with your wordless spell.

It was all very domestic. You two were practically married.

"You're up to serve," you said kindly, moving away from the pan after you flicked off the burner. Given Iruka had drawn so near, you bumped against him, stumbling and stepping on his foot as you moved to get the plates from the cabinet. Iruka's steady hands came to your hips, pulling you flush to him, ensuring you wouldn't fall. Your face tinted rose and you squeaked, "I'm sorry."

"It's quite alright," he mumbled, absolutely taken by the fragrance that occupied his nose. "Did you get a new perfume?"

"N-no," you stammered, getting warm under Iruka's touch. "It's two of the regulars, layered."

He should have known. Now that you confirmed it, Iruka could make out one of his favourite scents of yours. The sweet floral you were wearing consistently made Iruka's mouth water, but his absolute favourite perfume of yours was one a tad more citrus.

"Iruka."

"Yes, my sweet?" He inhaled deeply, eyes heavily lidded. The way you squirmed against him made Iruka's knees weak, but he stayed strong, pressing you infinitely closer to his body.

"Dinner."

"Okay."

Iruka relented, allowing you to get off of his foot. You got the plates out while he got behind the pan.

Everything Iruka wanted, he had in Spades, thanks to you. Well, almost everything.

You went to sit at the table that he had set a few minutes ago, while Iruka doled out the food and brought out the plates. He slipped back into the kitchen to get two glasses of water before, finally, sitting down with you.

Tucking your chairs behind Iruka's small table, you and he sat on opposite ends to indulge in the meal that smelled so decadent. As you inhaled deeply, Iruka sighed heavily, and looked at you as you took in the setting of the table. Goodness gracious, were you ever a sight to make Iruka's heart swell.

"This smells so rich," he hummed, making you look up at him with appreciation. "I must be crazy, 'cause I swear I can smell saffron."

"Mhm, I went to the spice trader today," you admitted. Iruka's eyes widened and he looked down at the golden-brown hued dish before him. You giggled, reassuring him, "Don't worry, I only got a hundred yen's worth. I didn't drain my cheque-book for a spice."

While he knew extremely well that a hundred yen would only translate to a pinch of saffron, Iruka couldn't help but to simply smile. You were laughing, and you had made a special effort, for him.

"So, what did you do today?" You asked, picking up your chopsticks.

Mirroring your movement, Iruka smiled and told you, "Absolutely nothing."

"Piss off," you grinned, shaking your head as your nose scrunched a little bit. "What about the mission report for Lord Third?"

"Handed it in this morning," he replied casually, waving his chopsticks a little. "So I got to laze around, until you came to brighten my day."

The way your cheeks tinted and you dipped your head drove Iruka crazy. It was like you didn't know what kind of effect you had on him. But there wasn't a way in Hell that was the case, not when the two of you were so domestic. You knew that you were biding time until-

"I wish I would have known you were home all-day; you would have loved the spice dealer, Kakashi definitely did."

"Hm?"

"I said I wish-"

"No, no, I heard you," Iruka said, feeling his heart threaten to stop beating. "What... what are you talking about Kakashi for?"

"He came with me today," you answered, seemingly unsure. "It wasn't planned or anything, we just met on the road, and we were going to the same place."

"Oh." Nothing to worry about. "Okay... well, what did you guys get, other than saffron?"

"Mm, I got some paprika, cumin... some cardamom, and then parsley, oregano and thyme," you listed, eyes traveling to the ceiling as if it would help you think. "And then Kakashi got... well, nothing."

"Nothing?"

You shrugged, returning your eyes to the meal, grinning a little as you said, "Yeah, I guess I was dragging him around too quickly. But... ah, never mind, I'll just have to take him back as an apology."

No, no, no. You didn't have to do that. Not at all. Kakashi knew goddamn-well that you were Iruka's soulmate. Who the fuck was he? Cripes, the village bike, the man who strikes fear into the heart of every boyfriend within the leaf. And Iruka wasn't even your boyfriend.

Kakashi was such a good friend of Iruka's, which was how Iruka knew, for a fact, his intentions were likely less than saintly.

"You two aren't... y'know..."

"What...?" Then realization washed over your face and your lip curled in disgust. "You must be joking. Seriously, that better have been a joke."

"I'm not," Iruka hummed, tilting his head to the side.

Putting your hands flat on the table, you looked deeply into Iruka's eyes. So deeply that he could feel the rest of the world melt, if only a little. Your face was dead serious, and there wasn't a trace of laughter in your tone as you said,

"Kakashi is my friend, and a very, very good friend, at that. Just like you are."

There it is.

Carefully, Iruka asked, "So, you hold me and Kakashi on the same level? There's not even a slight difference?"

"Of course there is, Iruka," you answered quickly, though it brought him no swift relief. "I've known you since we were fourteen, and I just gotten to know Kakashi. The thing is that Kakashi just left the ANBU, and needs a friend right now, and you've had me... aren't you a little sick of me?"

"Fuck no, I'll never be sick of you." Iruka could have overdosed on you and been happy. "You can't leave me for him."

"What are you talking about?" You laughed. "Leave you? How could-"

"You'll start spending more time with him, and he'll start taking you on nicer dates than I could ever afford, and you'll forget-"

"Dates? Iruka, what are we talking about right now?"

"You'll forget about me, because he'll be everything you want-"

"That's not true-"

"Yes, it is. Kakashi-"

"Shut up! Just shut up!"

Both of you stared at each other, lips drawn together. You were breathing quickly, while Iruka hardly felt like he was taking in air at all. He didn't want to.

After a moment, that stretched into eternity, you took a deep breath and said, "Let's start over. Today, I-"

"I love you."

"I love you too," you responded, dipping your head as if Iruka had just apologized. "So, today-"

"No, I love you, love you."

Your head tilted back, eyes widening crazily. Fuck it, he was already in the hole. It was a great seven years. With a breath that took up his whole chest, Iruka confessed what he had, stupidly, assumed was shared knowledge.

"I have since we were fourteen... I've only ever imagined marriage with you, sex with you... everything with you. It's always been you, always, always, always, and I kinda... just thought you knew it, and you were with me."

Your silence was like a bed of roses.

Sure, he got your beauty, for a few seconds longer, but the thorns were impaling him without discretion.

"I love you," he whispered, just happy to finally feel so very light. Iruka looked at the table and chewed on his lip. "If you want to go, I get it."

"I love you too."

Cripes, maybe he had passed out in the exhilaration.

Iruka couldn't believe you, not immediately, he had to remember how to breathe first.

"Have you ever touched yourself to the thought of me?"

That breath was ripped clean out of his lungs.

His head snapped up. Iruka couldn't tell where the question was coming from, but the embarrassed smile on your face eased him considerably. But, as eased as he was, Iruka stammered, not wanting to tell you his most well-kept secret.

Before he started choking on an answer, you pursed your lips and looked down, before mumbling, "I have, to you."

Hhhhhhhhhh. "What'd'y'think 'bout?"

"Sucking your cock, all the time," you admitted without reservation. Fuck. Iruka was rock hard under the table. "I know your cock is huge, and I really, really wanna know how much I could fit in my mouth."

Fuck. This had to be a dream. Or an inhumane prank. He took a shaky breath and hummed, "How d'y'know that?"

"'Cause a woman can tell, Iruka." You sounded hungry. Starving. "And," you continued with a shy giggle. "We've had our sleepovers, I've woken up to your morning wood a few times."

That should have been mortifying. But it wasn't. It just made Iruka's cock throb beneath the table.

"I love you, love you, too," you grinned, taking Iruka's hand over the table. He could have melted then and there, and you only made him hotter when you added, "Let's go to your bedroom, I want to love you, love you."

Your wish was his command.

Neglecting to ever have a bite of the wonderful dinner that you had done so much to prepare, both you and Iruka stood.

For another heartbeat, the two of you stared at each other, and Iruka felt as if he woke up from the dream. Everything became real, tactile, and he needed to ensure that it was.

Taking a step so swift your eyes didn't even catch him, Iruka came to you and pulled you in by the waist. You didn't stutter for a second as your soft hands came up, one on Iruka's neck and the other cupping his check.

Immediately, you leaned in, but Iruka held you back, just observing you with a grand smile etched into his face.

You pouted, "Please, please, kiss me, at least. You've made me wait so long."

"I'll do more than kiss you, and I've waited just as long," he reminded you in a hum, one of his hands traveling down the small of your back. "I want to savour every second of right now, every star in your eye."

"You're so fucking cute," you chuckled before widening your eyes comically. "How's this? Can you see the twinkle of arousal?"

Your goofy ass, goodness gracious - Iruka loved you so fucking much. Damn it, yes, he could see the twinkle of arousal in your eyes.

He couldn't resist any longer, crashing his lips to yours so suddenly that you let out a small exclamation. Quickly, you filtered yourself into the kiss, and a distinctly spiced taste overtook Iruka's senses, giving him an insight into the dinner that was about to be abandoned. You were such a good cook.

Craving your taste, Iruka's tongue swiped across your bottom lip and you graciously parted your lips. Your tongue tasted so savoury, of cardamom and saffron - so expensive, so divine. He had to have more. More, more, more.

Without much experience, sexual or romantic, apart from his dreams of you, Iruka did as his instincts instructed. And he couldn't have been more glad that he had.

[iheartzegras]

different type of love -jack hughes

request: @your-mom369 14 and 18 with jack?

prompts: “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” and “what’s the matter? you can tell me”

requests are still open, and my prompt list is pinned!

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you and jack had been best friends since the first grade. inseparable really. you both never left each others side, no matter the distance between you two for hockey, you still talked daily.

it all started when you had moved to toronto during the summer. you just so happened to become neighbours with the soon to be familiar boys. as your parents were taking the boxes inside from the van, you saw jack and his brothers playing outside. jack particularly caught your eye because of his energy. you were normally a shy girl, but he really did look like he would be a fun person to stick with.

a couple minutes later you felt a tap on your shoulder. standing behind you is the boy that interested you the most. he held out his hand and introduced himself. “hi. im jack, i live next door!” he said while grinning like a fool. “hi, im y/n” you shyly said. “it’s okay, don’t be shy! wanna be friends?” “yeah sure!”

that one small introduction, lead to a lifetime friendship. after that day, the two of you, occasionally his brothers that you found to be quinn and luke, would always play after school. even at school, the two of you would stay by each other’s side the whole time.

fast forward until now

ever since you and Jack became best friends, his family invited you to the lake house every year. this year in particular you were extra excited because you got to see jack. you hadn’t seen jack since he moved to new jersey for hockey.

after packing your things, you began your drive to the lake house. it was quite a long drive, so after making some stops on the way there, you finally arrived. it looked just the same. the deja vu coming back every time you came.

waking inside you were greeted by luke and quinn who both yelled “y/n!” at the same time. although your bond with jack was seemingly better, you also were incredibly close to the pair of brothers as you practically grew up with them. you were like a sister to them, and they were like your brothers.

as you walked into your designated room, it was refreshing. everything still in its place from last summers events. this space was your comfort place. the smell of the room just like your perfume. you plopped right on your bed, and before you knew, you were dead asleep.

you were harshly awoken by a tall figure jumping next to you on the bed. with your vision blurry you tried to see who it was. looking a bit closer you realized, it was jack. oh how you missed him too much. you practically jumped into his arms and giving him the most loving hug you’ve ever given.

“jack!” “y/n!” the two of you yelled in synch. you both dove into another hug, but this time with passion. that was new. to say that you haven’t thought of you and jack being a couple, was a lie. you definitely have, but you brushed it off because you felt as though it would never work. maybe some old feelings were being brought back up.

later on, after dinner, some of the other friends showed up. trevor who you had grown close with greeted you with a big hug and then whispered something into your ear. “so, you and hughesy? i think you’ve got something going on” to which you replied with “what, where did that come from? and no, we’re just friends.”

all of you were sitting by the fire roasting some s’mores. everyone was busy, but you couldn’t help but replay what trevor said to you earlier. could jack feel anything or was he just joking? do you like jack more than a friend? too many things crowded your mind as you tried to relax but couldn’t. you needed to be alone to gather your thoughts.

“hey guys, im gonna head off to bed. goodnight!” you announced and hugged each of them. when you got to your room, you had changed into some shorts and an old t-shirt. you got into your welcoming bed and tried to doze off.

after hours of trying to fall asleep, you couldn’t. you had been restless all night and nothing helped. you decided to sit on the deck to see if the cool night air would help.

opening the door to the deck, you stepped outside and quietly shut it. you took your favourite seat that you had claimed to be yours, and sat down. you had gotten all trapped looking at the stars that you hadn’t noticed that someone had joined you. “what’re you doing out here all alone?” jack asked. “nothing, just couldn’t sleep. that’s all.”

too much silence had been happening for your liking. you look over at jack and said something truly bold. “have you ever thought of us as something more than friends?” you asked. he responded with “yes, actually. why? what’s the matter? you can tell me.”

after more silence you quietly said “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” “pardon?” he asked you to repeat. “i don’t want to be just friends anymore” you repeated louder.

jack was astounded. he wasn’t upset though, because secretly he had felt the same way all along. he paused for a minutes before responding again. “thank god. i couldn’t deal with the pain of being just friends for any longer. i’ve liked you since we were sixteen and skating laps around the rink holding hands.” he admitted. “really?” “yes. y/n, this is a big question, but will you be my girlfriend?” “yes of course jack!”

the new couple sat happily next to each other before jack took you inside to get some rest. the two of you cuddled for the rest of the night.

your childhood friendship had blossomed into something much more passionate and loving. as a small child, you would have thought such love would be intimidating and gross, but now, you feel so much more. it’s indescribable how much you feel for the man you love. it had only been a few minutes since he asked you to be his, but you already knew, he was the one.

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ahhh, omg! im in love with this fic!

this was one of my longest pieces (i’ll still try and write longer in the future)

hope you all enjoyed! 🫶🫶

[rosie-rosem]

heart of our home

❥ pairing: husband!dad!jay x wife!mom!fem!reader

❥ genre: slight angst, slight fluff, parents!au, comfort

❥ summary: as much as you cherished your role as a wife and mother, there were moments when you felt overwhelmed. Jay's parents often visited while he was at work. They were kind people, but there was an unspoken expectation that you would cater to their every need simply because you are the wife and homemaker.

❥ warnings: mention of food, crying, feeling taken for granted, mostly lowercase, grammar mistakes, let me know if i missed something.

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WC: 530

A/N: hihi, i wanted to post something other than tweeting hearts or the tlit21c series so here we are! i had this in my drafts for a while, but i hope you enjoy it although it’s quite short! :D

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you didn't mind being hospitable, but it sometimes left you feeling unappreciated and taken for granted.

today was no different. Jay's parents had stopped by, and you welcomed them with a warm smile, just like you always did. you prepared a meal for them, and as they finished eating, you cleared the dishes and tidied up the kitchen. all the while, you kept a cheerful facade, not wanting to burden Jay with your feelings.

after they left, min-ju your daughter was put to bed, and you awaited Jay's return. as the front door opened, you looked up, attempting to mask the subtle sorrow in your eyes. Jay walked in, and though he greeted you with a loving smile, he sensed something wasn't right.

"hey, you," he said softly, setting his bag down. "how was your day?"

"It was good," you replied, avoiding eye contact. "just the usual." you turned away, pretending to busy yourself with the dishes, hoping he wouldn't press further. but Jay was intuitive; he knew you too well.

he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around you gently. "come on, love, I can tell something's bothering you. you know you can talk to me, right?"

you sighed, feeling the weight of your emotions crumbling your composure. "it's just... I sometimes feel like I'm taken for granted. your parents expect me to do everything for them just because I'm the wife. It's like I don't have a say in anything when they're around."

Jay listened attentively, his eyes filled with understanding. "i’m sorry, y/n. I didn't realize it was getting to you like this. i’ll talk to my parents and make sure they understand that you're not just here to serve them or me."

Tears welled up in your eyes, touched by his concern. "I just don't want to cause any problems, Jay." He gently wiped away a tear with his thumb. "you're not causing problems, you're expressing yourself, and that's important. you're the heart of our home, not just a servant for anyone. I love you for everything you do, and I want you to be happy."

In that moment, you felt a sense of relief and gratitude. Jay's reassurance and empathy were exactly what you needed. with him by your side, you knew you didn't have to bear this burden alone.

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Jay spoke to his parents about the situation, ensuring that they respected and appreciated your role as a wife and mother. They soon understood that you were an equal partner in the household. and so, your interactions became more harmonious.

you and jay grew even closer through this experience. he made an effort to help with household chores and took a more active role in managing visits from his parents. we learned to communicate openly and honestly, fostering a deeper bond that strengthened our family.

life didn't magically become perfect, but it improved significantly. Jay's parents now saw you as a cherished member of their family, and you felt valued and loved in your role as a wife and mother. you both took knowing that you could rely on each other's support and understanding, making your home a place of love, understanding, and acceptance.

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© rosie-rosem

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎶 Love is Complicated 🎶

Zelda left New Orleans one brisk morning in the final days of 1928. Antoine accompanied her to the docks where her steamer boarded and no further. They had barely spoken since the day she received the call that her mother was dying and he refused to accompany her to England. At first, she had merely been swept away in preparations; but as Antoine grew more guilty and withdrawn, their initial fight settled into a gaping divide filled with nothing but silence.

Zelda had tried to compensate for his lack of support with her own quiet reserve; avoiding his spiraling morbidity in the face of her own despair, hoping that he would realize that she was the one who actually needed his strength. Yet the day she boarded the ship he avoided her eyes, keeping his hands near his side until Violette came to tell him goodbye; then he held her until the whistle blew and watched them walk away without a word.

Their passage over the Atlantic was only six days, most of which Zelda spent confined to her cabin. Violette had been incessantly seasick, only coming out of her stupor to ask Zelda where her father was. At home. Zelda would tell her. He’s at home. Then her bleary eyes would close again, seemingly disappointed that only her mother was there to comfort her.

But suspended above the sea, surrounded by nothing but open water, Zelda thought that perhaps she was sailing home, that England was where she was always meant to be. It was where her family and her history were; and in an increasingly fearful thought, where she and her daughter’s futures were as well.

As she looked down at her sleeping daughter Zelda couldn't help but think of how much easier Violette’s life would be in England. The stares in the streets of New Orleans had grown no less frequent; and they were only worse any time the three of them tried to go in public together.

Of course she knew Violette would face prejudice wherever she went, but at least in Henford she would have Wally and her older cousins, who had all gone through life in similar circumstances. There, Violette would be free of the stigma of her unwed parents or the decision every minute of every day as to where she should sit on the bus or which water fountain to drink from.

When Zelda truly tried to picture her life in England, one thought continued to haunt her mind: Antoine. She knew that she couldn’t leave him there, alone in the club without his daughter, just as she knew he would never go with her.

But as the boat sailed further out to sea, she only became more aware of how distant he had become. For years she had tried to deny it, but Zelda knew that he had been lying to her: lying about the state of the club and where his money was coming from. He was unwilling to plan for the future or even acknowledge the slow decay of their home all around them.

Then in the moment when she needed him most, he had turned inward and offered only his own guilt and trauma. Zelda knew that it was in part who he was, to remain seemingly unbreakable in the face of so much; but she felt like less and less of his partner, and more and more vulnerable to the ever changing tides of the world without his honesty or support.

Yet as England drew closer, the prospect of a life there seemed even more hollow, the way it had after her father and sister died. It had been impossible not to think of Rosella on this voyage, to wonder if she perhaps sailed over where her body rested. It kept her awake at night, picturing the shards of fine China and wrought iron at the bottom of the sea, slowly breaking into ever smaller pieces as the salt and waves claimed them as their own.

But what Zelda was truly the most afraid of was what she knew she would find in England: her sister’s room, her father’s grave, and most unavoidably of all, her mother on her deathbed. She sailed to England to face the same pain that she had left to avoid, and she didn’t know if she could handle it, or if she would run again.

(As a little note for all you lovelies, when you see a 🎶 at the beginning of a post, it means that you can click on it for musical ~vibes~ to accompany the story. My many, many thanks to the marvelous @theplottdump for inspiring this idea. Anne’s legacy is all the vibes and I cannot recommend it enough).

[erabu-san]

I think my favorite personal headcanons of Cyno and Tighnari would be them actually being childhood friends. Since I hc Cyno being really shy and easily frightened as a child, it would it hard for him to make friends. But Cyrus knew that having some interaction with kids his age would be good for him, but still, he wanted to be careful of how he went about it. On Tighnari's side, I picture him being a very curious kid, but in the end, isn't too interested in friendships. For example, while all the others kids played tag or something, Tighnari would be drawing in the sand. He wasn't shy, or anything like that. His mind just wasn't that focused on forming relationships with kids his age.

So, Cyrus met up with Tighnari's dad (assuming they somewhat knew each other) and decided to let their kids meet. Cyrus trusted Tighnari's dad parenting, and wasn't worried about his son meeting Cyno. And Tighnari's dad thought that Tighnari should really make at least one friend.

So they met, and at first, Tighnari was only hanging out with Cyno cause his dad ushered him to, but he grew to enjoy his company. Cyno was really nervous around Tighnari, but learned to relax and be more verbal and expressive with him. Tighnari was a very talkative kid, and would ramble on and on about some sort of plant he discovered, and Cyno would listen intently, making a small comment every now and then.

Long story short; Cyno was scared of forming friendships, Tighnari wasn't interested in friendships. And both of them became each other's first friend, and helped each other open up to other people :)

Also, I read somewhere that Cyno got his humor from Cyrus, but I also think it'd be sweet if during them time Cyno was still trying to figure out how to "friend" properly, Cyrus offhandedly mentioned that humor helped people become closer. So, he decided to try and tell Tighnari some jokes in an attempt to get closer to him. They weren't funny. At all. But Tighnari forced a laugh because Cyno had such a hopeful expression.

Which I think would lead to this conversation later in life-

Cyno: *Sigh* You used to laugh at my jokes all the time....

Tighnari: My sense of humor improved, you could say (He still doesn't have the heart to tell him he forced himself to laugh).

It is such a cute HC ! But I believe it would be more an AU than a HC ? Since it is canon that Cyno met Tighnari and they became friend when Tighnari was still a student in Akademiya (and Cyno was already a general mahamatra) But I still believe that Tighnari and Cyno become each other's first genuine friend !! A friendship with akademia related, nor beneficial for research/job ! And yes bahaha if I remember in.. kaveh's hangout I guess ? we can hear Cyrus saying pun jokes KSLKS But bahaha young tighnari laughing at young cyno's joke by politeness, it is a pretty funny picture

[saph-writes]

A Crumpled Red String Laced Around Our Throats - Chapter 1

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Summary:

How does fate work in a world where your soulmate is decided from birth, and marked on your skin as a symbol of your humanity? Where your magic is derived from it? Your status?

What happens when it gets taken away from you?

Kunigami was faced with this dilemma when he became a monster at the young age of just 7 years old, after dying twice and losing not only his soulmark, but his humanity. Forced to keep living in a world that wanted him nothing more than dead, he thought he had lost all connection to this life. 

That is until one day when he stumbles across the garden of the kingdom’s castle, and meets the young prince, Chigiri Hyoma, who greets him with a radiant smile he never thought would be given to someone like him. As they meet in secret, away from the society riddled with suffocating expectations of who they are meant to be, they begin to grow closer. Closer in a way that defies everything they had ever been taught, until they are forced to confront what their fate ultimately means to them.

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Chapter: 2, 3. 4, 5, 6

In a kingdom where its population consisted of townsfolk watching their every step and its forests stood brimming with monsters, where paranoia and folklore had already taken root, a little boy screamed in anguish. 

His cries drowned itself in desperation, deep and hoarse and broken at its edges. Torn skin and bitemarks splattered his neck, arms, legs, but all the boy wished for and all he violently screamed for were his family to come to his rescue. 

He called for his mom, his dad, his sisters, anyone who could see him at all. He wished for a miracle; perhaps the arms of God that could sweep him up and cradle him to sleep, to soothe and dull the ache. But no matter how much he breathed in for another scream, a strike of pain consistently pierced his heart. “Help me!” He cried. His arms grew weak as it became drained. A pool had long since formed under him. “Please…” 

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Kunigami Rensuke died at the age of 7. 

When he opened his eyes, his entire body ached. He could hardly breathe and his legs were too weak to hold him up. But when he looked around, the animal from before was nowhere in sight.  

He looked at his hands and arms. To his surprise, his gashes and wounds were gone. He lifted his shirt, and while it was still ripped and bloodied, the skin underneath remained unbroken. His heart pounded in his ears and it made him wonder if his old heart had been torn out to be replaced anew. Even his breaths felt heavy and different 

Yet the relief of feeling his breathing and heartbeat remained short lived, as his inspection arrived at his legs and feet. And upon examining them, he made a startling realization. 

He rubbed his ankle, hoping there was just dirt covering it up. He wiped saliva, rubbed his eyes, looked around the entire circumference, but nothing. 

He stared in disbelief. His lungs took heavy breaths. His eyes glanced at his shaking hand, but when it tried to channel his energy to it, nothing happened. 

He no longer had any magic. 

Kunigami Rensuke died at the age of 7, and lost his soulmate mark in exchange for his revival. 

Although, to most, he may as well have stayed dead.

For the next couple of days, the young boy wandered the forest on his own. He spent a majority of it yelling for his parents, his mom and dad who always pushed him to be strong-willed, for his sisters, who taught him the beauty of the world. He’d keep these lessons constantly in his mind in an attempt to pretend he wasn’t alone. 

When he wasn’t yelling for help until his voice became hoarse, he was trying his best to stay alive. Stumbling upon a few berries reminded him of when his older sister showed him which wild fruits were dangerous and which were safe to eat, before his parents came to pull them away from the forest line. He touched the moist surface, its variety of colors, before grabbing one and biting a small part off. He chewed slowly with the berry held close against his chest. 

Glancing at a squirrel reminded him of the weapons his dad showed him how to make. From memory alone, he constructed them all. And yet every time he approached a small animal with these handmade weapons, nothing could bring him to raise it over their small, innocent bodies. He stayed there, watching them perk up and notice him before they would run away, with his small wooden spear in hand as he crumbled down in tears and hunger.

He assembled a shelter by recollecting what he remembered when he helped his parents rebuild a neighbor’s house, after it had been attacked. Standing in the poorly put together wooden sticks and roof made out of a particularly dense branch almost reminded him of home. For the first time since he died, he’d smile at this thought. 

Kunigami was a strong but pure-hearted boy. Throughout his entire time staying in the forest, he never harmed another soul, not even a small animal. After all, they were both trying to survive the dangers that exist within the wild forest. 

He knew this well, and it was this fear that kept his adrenaline up, to the point he could hardly sleep at night. 

What scared him about the forest and what made him so desperate to leave wasn’t the other wild animals that lurked inside it, like the one that had killed him, but something much larger and more beastly. Something that haunted the dreams of every townsperson living in the kingdom of Belushi.

“Rensuke, Aiko! Don’t go over there!”

Rumored to be 5x the average human height, with the wolf-like movements, and a warped disgusting body. 

“But Mom! I was showing Rensuke the berries-”

“I don’t want to hear it, come on, go back inside. Do you know what could’ve happened to you if you two went in there?!”

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“Never go into the forest.”

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“What lurks inside there….”

And upon the 5th night Kunigami would return to his shelter..

“..Are beasts beyond any of your wildest dreams.”

He came face-to-face with his worst fear imaginable. 

A monster. 

As soon as that thought hit him, Kunigami fell back to the ground. All of a sudden, his legs grew weak, and his arms trembled so violently they hardly held him up. 

Right beside his poorly made shelter, turned away from him and looming over at a height that blocked out the entire right side of the forest from his vision, stood a sludge-like beast the color of a muddish green. Its head turned, where Kunigami could see its grotesque mouth and pitch-black eyes. Its body heaved like it was in pain and dripped to the ground.

And it wasn’t until they locked eyes that Kunigami noticed the splotches of dark red all over its face. Its indifferent, emotionless face. 

Every story he’s ever heard from his family, his neighbors, the royal soldiers, played back again in his head and the true terror of his situation settled in him like a sword piercing his stomach. This new heart pounded like blood was already gushing out to the ground. 

He wanted to scream, but nothing came out. He could barely feel his surroundings, feeling a jolt of surprise when he felt himself hit a tree behind him. The beast, all the while, had no reaction. It simply stared. Kunigami couldn’t tell if its movement closer to him was the beast’s doing or his own shaking eyes deceiving him. The monster tilted its head. The gaping holes on its face grew several sizes. 

Then it moved rapidly towards him.

His mouth finally opened and the first thing it let out was a blood-curdling scream that remembered the exploding pain the boy felt when he first died. It remembered it so clearly that Kunigami truly believed he did die again. His body thrashed with a panic as if it was sucking in his few last breaths. His eyes closed to brace for the end of it all. It was ready to accept the final moments of his life he spent completely isolated and alone, yelling for everyone who never came. 

But that moment never happened. 

When Kunigami opened his eyes, the beast was gone. Just like the first time. However, unlike before, he wasn’t alone. 

“Are you okay? What are you doing out here?” 

In front of him, crouched down and holding his face, was a lady blocking out the barely rising moon in front of the purple sky. Weak light rimmed her short hair and face, which was soft with concern and care. Kunigami had never seen a face so comforting come outside of his family, much less the past few days. 

The lady pressed on, rubbing off the dirt on his face. “Where are your parents? Do you have a brother, or sister near?” She spoke innocently and carefully, but unbeknownst to her, that was the cruelest thing she could’ve said. The young 7-year old Kunigami, for the first time since he died, found tears streaming down his face. 

Desperate for the newfound warmth, he hugged her tightly. The lady jolted slightly in surprise, but carefully, as understanding dawned on her, she wrapped her arms around him.

Kunigami choked on his tears as he attempted to sputter out coherent words. Snot dribbled down his chin. “There-There was…a m-monster. I-I didn’t wanna..” He went silent for a bit, during which the lady rubbed his shoulders and back. 

He squeezed her. Her hair felt so soft on his face. “I-I thought I was gonna.. die- again..” 

Kunigami kept crying on her shoulders. He cried until his face felt sore. After an entirety passed that way, he belatedly noticed her pause and silence. But as soon as he attempted to see her, the lady held him even closer. This time, protectiveness coated every inch of her warmth. 

“It’s okay.. See? It’s all going to be okay.” 

“But the monster-”

Kunigami was pulled away and he saw her face again, with her hands still holding him upright. She held a caring smile, but she couldn’t hide the sadness in her eyes. She looked down at his hand, and grabbed it with one of hers. When he looked down, he noticed the greenish tint at the edge of her fingertips. 

Before he could think anything at all, the lady chuckled. “It’s hard to keep this form. Don’t worry, I hate it too.”  

The realization made his heart stop, but that warmth on his hand kept his mind grounded. While she smiled, he looked down at her feet, her ankle. It was completely bare. 

It hardly felt real to him. His eyes and heart were telling him different things. 

This woman was a monster, or beast capable of shapeshifting into human-like forms. Those were the rumors all over town, and what made monsters so particularly terrifying. How they can reside among humans as if they were one in the same, with the only distinct characteristic being the abundant lack of a soulmark anywhere on their body. 

And Kunigami was staring at one just a few inches away from him.  

Everything that he has been told, ever known, yelled at him to run away, to not trust her in the slightest. As soon as he lets his guard down, she will attack him, hurt him, strangle and eat him like the animal that had killed him tried to do. 

And yet, she appeared no different than any other human. She was even kinder than many of the people Kunigami saw at his village. She only had no soulmark, just like him now. 

This woman might be the only person he can relate to the most now. 

A human and a monster, connected by their absent link to the one distinction of humanity. 

He didn’t know what to believe, and still didn’t, but as the warmth around his hands enwrapped his body, for whatever reason, he couldn’t bring him to be scared of her. 

Maybe it was her smile that was too kind or her eyes that were too understanding. Whatever the case, the two stood there, embracing each other and taking in the other’s existence as a reason to believe they had some worth left.

“What’s your name, sweetie?”

“...Kunigami.” He sniffled.

“Kunigami… that’s a lovely name.” 

"Miss, do you have a name?"

“...You can call me Tei.” 

Meanwhile, Kunigami kept thinking about her words. 

“It’s hard to keep this form. Don’t worry, I hate it too.”  

While too young to understand, there was something about her tone when she said that he wouldn’t quite understand until many many years later. He hardly noticed it after all. 

The way her voice shook with trembling sadness and anger. 

~

For the next week, Kunigami spent his days with the strange lady named Tei, who never failed to show him unending amounts of warmth and kindness. After finding him, she took him to her home. A giant tree with a hollow trunk.

She assured him that he simply needed to stay in the trunk and that she would take care of everything else outside. Although her warmth made her constantly gentle, her voice took on a stern undertone with a specific warning. He was never to leave the trunk without her presence. 

When asked for a reason, she simply smiled and smoothed out the top of his hair. “Don’t worry about it. Just follow this rule, and you’ll be safe.”

Anger never crossed her expression. But neither did sadness. Nothing of those emotions he saw that first day ever surfaced again. 

“Um,” Kunigami said one day. “I’ve been wanting to ask, but where’s your soul mark miss.”

Tei, who was picking some berries from a nearby bush, stopped for a brief second. Kunigami, who was kicking the grass under his foot, looked at her expectantly. 

“..I’m not a human, little one.”

“But you are so nice.”

“Yes,” the lady responded. “Yes, I try to be.”

Occasionally she would turn into her sludge form. Whenever this would happen, Tei, recognizing the fear Kunigami still held, would tell him to stay in the trunk and that she would be back in a few hours. 

Even though Kunigami stayed afraid during these times, the resting warmth she left behind never left. She is not a bad person, Kunigami would think to himself. There’s no way she could be a monster.

He held this truth close to his heart, as if it was the last lifeline he had to this life. 

On a particular day, it was hot and the sun was beating down on the shriveled grass of the clearing. Kunigami shuffled, then opened one eye to see the sunlight casting in from outside the tree. Still sore and stiff from the day before, he yawned and stretched his arms. 

His eyes were still blurry and unfocused. His mind felt more foggy than usual. He looked at his surroundings, and felt his heart sink into his stomach.

“Mom-?” 

Kunigami stopped. 

Ah, that’s right, he thought to himself. They aren’t here.

For the first time in a week, he felt those familiar pits of sorrow that threatened to drown him completely tighten his chest. He blinked and noticed a tear drip down his cheek. He rubbed it off, then hugged his knees close to his heart.

“It’ll be okay. We’ll find your parents soon enough, it’ll be okay.” Those were the words Tei spoke to him whenever Kunigami showed grief over his family. Repeating the mantra to himself gave him a sense of calm and warmth, like Tei was right there with him. Like maybe he wasn’t alone after all.   

A silence engulfed around him. Kunigami looked around, then outside.

He had not seen Tei since yesterday afternoon. She had told him that she was going to return before night, but he fell asleep before then. The morning sun taunted him beyond the trees. 

Paranoia the taste of vomit rose in his mouth. He suddenly coughed violently. A trembling cold filled his body.

For the first time in a week, he felt truly alone. 

Tei is strong, he reminded himself. She knows everything. She’ll be back. She’ll be back for sure.

“She’ll be back,” he mumbled. A heavy breathing touched his hands, causing him to jump back. He then noticed the rapid movement of his chest, and the coldness that moved to his mouth. Ah, that’s my breathing.

A high-pitch ringing echoed in his ears. His surroundings grew smaller, and fuzzier by the second. A liquid tasting like salt entered his mouth. 

“She’ll be back she’ll be back She’ll be….”

Will she?

He had believed his parents were strong too. He had believed in his parents, his sisters. That they would always protect him. That they would save him no matter what, because they were strong. Nothing could defeat them, not the soldiers that crawled their village, nor the monsters that lived in the forest. 

But they were nowhere in sight now.

“Mom..Dad?”

He took a step forward. 

“Where are you?”

They were not there.

No..

They abandoned him. 

No, no..

They left him for dea-

No!

Kunigami broke out into a sprint, slicing his way across the bushes and thick clusters of plants and trees that surrounded their clearing. His running was sloppy, and he tripped over several times. 3 cuts on his legs, black bruises on his knees, a bloody cut on his lip. Thorns impaled him countless times, but Kunigami could hardly feel them. 

He desperately felt the urge to begin searching, for someone, anyone at all. His mom, his dad, his sisters, Tei…

Any thoughts that reiterated reality were quickly swatted away. If not, he may have lost any sanity he had left. 

He closed his eyes. It took everything he had left in him to keep running, and keep himself breathing. For what felt like hours, that was all he kept in his mind. 

Until eventually, out of the clusters of regular sounds from the forest, he perked up to an unusual one. One of chatter, of walking, of music filling the air. 

He opened his eyes. A clearing appeared in the distance, along with the dark brown color of wooden slabs resembling walls and roofs. Figures walked briskly beside one another, and a faint laughter could be heard.

A town. His town. 

His breath became heavy, but not out of fear or anxiety. More like he was letting out a heaviness. A heaviness that had been stuck in his stomach. He smiled.

“Mom! Dad!”

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“Rensuke, dear what’s the matter?”

“Mommy! I-I…I’m…”

“Shh, shh, it’s okay, tell me what happened. Did you have a bad dream?”

“Haugh, mommy….”

“Hahaha… it’s okay sweetie. It’ll be okay.” 

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“Hey kid, what are you doing in the forest?!”

“Oh my, isn’t that…?”

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“What were you dreaming about?”

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“..!!!...”

“Everyone stay back!”

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“I-I had a dream… That you were gone.. And you were never coming back–hic!–I ....”

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“Wait, please, I need to find my-!”

“Stand back! Don’t you dare come closer!”

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“Don’t you worry about a thing. Mommy will always be here for you.”

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“Kill it! Please, Kill that thing!”

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“You sure? You’re never going to leave? Do you promise?”

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“Kill that monster!!”

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“I promise.”

~

When Kunigami opened his eyes, he didn’t feel a thing. A haze covered his vision, and filled his mind. But he found that when he tried to breathe in, he couldn’t. He also found that he was staring at the ground very closely. In fact, he could feel the blades of grass across his face, and the tiny needles of dirt tickle his nose and lips. 

Finally, he looked down. He saw his body completely on the ground, and a strange pool of red. A faint murmur surrounded him, which he soon recognized as voices. 

“This is the boy, right?”

“Yup, the one who went missing. That’s another report finished, now let’s head back.”

Their voices were deep, and scratchy. Two pairs of shoes walked past his face, and Kunigami recognized them as the hard soles of the soldiers that surrounded his home. That was also when he noticed the red that coated one of their swords, still dripping to the ground.

One of the voices laughed.

“This is kind of twisted don’t you think? I mean, asking for your own son to be killed?” 

“That isn’t their son anymore, remember? Not a soul mark in sight. Better to kill it before it causes any more trouble.”

“Man, you’re cruel. At least I feel bad for the kid, you know?”

“Oh, shut up. Let’s just file the report as a monster victory and get on with it.”

“Yeah, yeah, I get it, now quit yapping my ear off.”

Their footsteps grew fainter and fainter until they disappeared completely. Until Kunigami was left in the deafening silence once again. Left only with the words he repeated over and over in his head.

“Your own son.”

“Better to kill it..”

“Monster.”

“That’s… me, isn’t it?”

A dull pain slowly spread across his torso. He coughed, and saw blood pool together on the ground in front of him, as if they were joining together for a reunion. Darkness appeared on the edges of his vision, but they didn’t close in quickly as if they were trying to conquer him. Instead, there was a thoughtfulness behind it. 

He blinked. From the darkness emerged his mother, still as gentle as ever. Her hand patted his head, and smoothed out his hair. Her hand was ice-cold. She leaned over, and kissed his eyes shut. 

“You’re a monster, Rensuke. Creatures like you don’t deserve to live.” She had a smile in her voice. 

“That’s why you’ve been hurting all this time. Because you didn’t deserve to keep living. God was punishing you, don’t you see?” She lifted her hand, leaving a barren absence behind it. 

“Now we can live better without you. Now we can live happily.”

When Kunigami opened his eyes, she was gone. A coldness washed across his body. 

“Mom?”

No reply. 

“Dad?”

No reply.

Oh, that’s right. I’m nothing to them anymore. They’re happier without me. 

He felt his heartbeat slowing down until it became a faint thump he could hardly feel. The darkness in his vision started closing in faster, until he could hardly make out anything at all. Even the dull pain had completely subsided. He didn’t even feel his body at all anymore.

I’m all alone.

Kunigami closed his eyes, and welcomed death once and for all.

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“....Kunigami….”

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“...Kunigami!”

A sudden jolt hit his cold body. Kunigami gasped. A sharp breath hit his chest, causing him to cough violently. 

He opened his eyes, and was surprised to be looking at the sky. The big, bright blue sky that extended as far as the eye could see, and the foliage of the trees that littered it. The sun burned brightly in his eyes. 

He couldn’t feel his arms, nor his legs, but he saw the back of someone’s head close beside him out of the corner of his vision. He looked down, and saw the rest of their body, heaving with unrest. 

Then he saw his own body. Except it wasn’t a body. It was a pile of dirt-green sludge this person was hugging, and that sludge was him. Their hair pressed deeply against him.

Reddish-pink chin-length hair.

“...Tei?”

“Kunigami!”

The person pulled him back and Kunigami saw the same smiling face that had greeted him every morning for the past week. Except instead of a smile, this one was streaked with tears and her mouth quivered in despair. But she seemed to have been aware of that, because her expression quickly twisted into a reassuring smile and she closed her eyes. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay. Are you hurt anywhere? Come on, let’s get home and-”

“They killed me.”

Tei stopped. Her head, which had already turned around to leave, stayed in position, obscuring her expression from him. 

“T-They killed me… They.. T-They called me a monster. Mom and dad wanted me dead. They all wanted me dead.” His tears quickly bubbled until his voice broke out into a sob. He hiccuped and wailed, while desperately trying to hold onto what was left of his body: a pile of dripping sludge.

Tei kept her hands on him, and her face obscured. 

“Do they all want me dead? Everyone? Because I-I’m a horrible monster?”

He crumbled down, feeling himself slump against Tei’s body. His wails grew louder, until his voice grew completely and utterly hoarse. 

Until all that was left was his sniffling and occasional hiccups.

He felt the breeze even against his body of sludge.

An eternity of silence passed by them.

“Why am I not dead?” He whispered quietly. “Why am I still here?”

He looked up, as if looking for Tei for an answer, but to his surprise, instead of the confident and gentle smile she always provided for him, heavy tears streamed down her face. Her body shook beneath him. 

“...I’m sorry.”

She pulled him close to her, although he was only sludge. But that did not matter to her. She held him close for all that she was worth.

“I’m sorry you now have to carry this burden. If only… If only I could have been stronger…Maybe I could’ve…” she cried. Kunigami stared at the sky above them. At the sun, still continuing to taunt them. 

“if I could,” Tei started, attempting to suck a breath in. “I'd make this all go away. I'd give you everything. but I-I'm not strong enough... I'm sorry.”

While Tei sat there, hugging Kunigami as tightly as she could, a bird landed on a tree’s branch. Kunigami watched it flap its wings and peck at the branch. Its movements were slow. As it attempted to fly, it couldn’t lift its body off the three. It could only stand and watch, while a flock of other birds flew above it. Until finally, it moved slowly close to the trunk of the tree. There, it sat, and leaned against it. It closed its eyes and became deathly still. A feather slowly fell from its wing. 

The bird had died. Yet Kunigami was still alive. Now converted into a monster, he had no other choice but to stay alive. Even if his humanity had long since been dead. 

~

Kunigami held his breath as his fingers combed through the leaves. Beyond the bushes and forest line, a clearing opened up to the warm sunlight. Tiny trees spotted the empty space and from the center, water streamed down from a structure the color of a dull gray.  Beyond it, a structure more massive than anything he has ever seen before towered into the sky. 

This is the castle.., he thought. 

Before his curiosity could take a hold of him, sudden fear washed over as he spotted a group of people close to the tall gray walls. They were a good distance away, almost completely obscured by the trees, leaves, and stream of water, but the reality of what it could mean if any of them were to catch his eye ran his blood cold. 

He took a step back. 

I need to leave. 

A stick broke under his foot. He sucked a breath in, but the voices and figures didn’t waver. Instead, they cruelly turned in the direction of the rustling leaves. 

I need to leave, I need to leave, I need

“Are you hiding?”

Kunigami could’ve sworn he heard his heart sputter. 

A few feet off to the side in the forest stood a boy with reddish-pink hair down to his chin. His fancy clothes hung loosely off his body, but not in a way to indicate they were too large for him; more like it was purposely messed up and tampered with. But most importantly, the vest he had on stopped at the end of his collarbone, leaving his entire shoulders exposed.

And the long pink mark branded on it.

“I know a spot to hide.” 

Kunigami snapped his eyes away and he noticed the stare the boy had on him while he said those words. The emotion behind them was unclear, but the boy smiled nonetheless and it was then that Kunigami realized his grave mistake. 

He bolted as quickly as he could from his position. 

Not only had he been seen by a human, but the kingdom’s one and only prince. If the prince were to even mutter that he saw a strange boy with no mark in the forest, armed guards and knights would infest the forest for all the square miles it stretched across, and Kunigami and Tei would have little way of escaping. He almost felt the grim reaper’s scythe graze his neck when those boy’s eyes met his. 

However, before he could even get out of the boy’s sight, a blob of pink appeared before him. Kunigami stumbled back. He tripped on his own two feet and fell back to the ground. He’s so fast..!, he thought. 

“Hold on!” the boy said. “Don’t go over there. The guards sometimes enter through that side.” He stopped and took a minute to look at Kunigami, which only made him tremble more on the ground. Then, his face took on a look of determination. 

“C’mon, I know a better hiding spot.” 

Before Kunigami could say a word, the boy took his wrist and started running off in the opposite direction, tugging him off the ground. 

Kunigami felt his thoughts running circles in his mind. 

The first was how fast this boy actually was. Kunigami has always considered himself quite fast, but this boy was on a whole other level. He made him seem like a slug by comparison. 

The second thought that entered his mind was one of panic. He wondered where he was taking him. Was this all a trick? Is he going to turn him into the castle security under the guise of trying to help him? After all, to Kunigami, that seemed infinitely more believable than the literal prince of Belushi helping some random boy he found in the forest. What should he say, how could he convince the stern castle guards that he was a simple lost boy in the forest and hide the fact that he has no soul mark in sight? How is he going to hide Tei’s existence as well? All of the fears he has accumulated from Tei’s warnings of the towns for all these years manifested itself as an all-consuming pit in his stomach threatening to kill him from the inside out before he can ever get to the guards. There is a possibility of him getting tortured to get him to speak on who else he was with in the forest, and if that were the case, he needed to find a way to silence himself before they could get the information out of him. 

But as all those worries circled in his head, a third thought crept into his mind. He closed his eyes. He tried to ignore it. 

He tried to forget the split-second softened look the boy gave him as he stared at him. 

After running for roughly 10 minutes, to Kunigami’s estimate, they entered into a clearing in the forest, a circular grassy area with dense trees covering all around except for the top, allowing for the sunlight to wash into the empty space. Flowers dotted the grass and off to the side, there was a small lake no bigger than the size of Kunigami and Tei’s shelter. A few stumps were scattered across. 

Kunigami looked around, cautious yet fascinated by the landscape that had almost a dream-like filter no matter where he turned to look. The boy, who by then had dragged him to one of the stumps, started digging into the dirt to pull out a burlap bag. When he opened it up, it was filled with berries and bread. 

“Are you hungry? I can grab more food if you don’t like these.”

“Um.. No, It’s alright..”

The boy shrugged and plopped a berry in his mouth before jumping up and laying down on the stump. Kunigami’s mind was still reeling. He wanted to run away, to run back to Tei as soon as possible, but with the threat of the guards still surrounding them, he was left with no choice but to stay. He looked at the boy, who was already popping in his 10th berry. 

His carefree nature almost made Kunigami terrified in itself.

The boy opened one eye. “What?”

“N-No, I just..” He sputtered. “Why- Aren’t you scared of me?”

The boy just blinked in response. He sat up and ate another berry. “Why?”

“Well.. A random boy from the forest was near your garden.” Kunigami held his arms close to his chest, trying his best not to show any signs of being a threat. If this boy wanted to, he could have him killed in a heartbeat, or at the slightest warning.

But instead, the boy did not look scared in the slightest. If anything, concern flicked in his expression. Then, it turned into one of contemplation. 

“Are you planning something bad?”

“No!” He responded a little too loudly. 

The boy stood up and smiled at Kunigami. “Then I believe you. You’re just like me, you just live in the forest right?”

The bizarre nature of the conversation made Kunigami’s head spin, but before he could protest any further, the boy enthusiastically jumped back and ran away teasingly. “While we’re waiting for the guards to leave, let’s play a game! I know a bunch of good ones from my sister. Hurry, before my parents start looking for us, uhh.. What’s your name?”

Kunigami bit his tongue. He clenched his hands together while anxiety closed his throat but when he raised his eyes again to look at the boy, he was smiling at him with a radiant face: a smile as bright as the sun behind him. 

“..My name is Kunigami.”

“Kunigami,” the boy said, almost like he was testing the name on his tongue. He giggled a bit and held out his hand towards him. His vibrant pink soulmark on his shoulder glittered in the sunlight. 

“Nice to meet you, Kunigami. I’m Chigiri Hyoma.”