#height is from top of head to end of dress train

[joemama-2]

┊ ❛ ❛ 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐬 ❜ ❜ ┊

pairing: gojo x fem reader

synopsis: as an ambitious journalist, you’re determined to keep your cool while interviewing Gojo Satoru, the entertainment world’s most magnetic star. but his playful smirks and flirtatious banter make it impossible to ignore the spark simmering between you. when he leans in and invites you to his private room, you tell yourself it’s all part of the job—until the dressing room door closes, and the air grows heavy with unspoken possibilities. his touch is casual but lingers just long enough to make your pulse race, and his whispered promises are as intoxicating as the man himself. tonight, you’ll learn there’s a difference between getting the story and being part of it.

wc: 9.9k

tags/warnings: smut, slight praise, vaginal penetration, pussy eating, cursing, missionary, nipple sucking

Tonight’s a night of luxury, fine wine, expensive clothing, flashes, kisses being shared, awards handed out, and best of all…the interviews. 

You’re up and coming, still considered a newbie in the world of journalism even though you have been doing this for almost a year now. But compared to your other counterparts who have years of experience, you understand why. A bright, young face with a compelling aura that just draws people in. Every celebrity you’ve met has come up to you afterward to just rave on about how nice it was talking to you, how authentic it felt. And that’s what you aim for all the time. 

At the end of the day, these are real people and a lot of the media seems to forget that. When you’re interviewing them, you don’t want it to seem like a forced meet-up with an intrusive journalist. No, you want it to be like they’re talking to a friend. You want things to just flow smoothly—naturally. You’ve even exchanged numbers with a few of them, waving and delivering a small hug as they pass you on the red carpet to pose for pictures. 

It’s a strategy that’s worked wonders for you, and tonight, you’re counting on it to carry you through what might be the biggest interview of your career. Gojo Satoru, the golden boy of the entertainment industry, is notoriously hard to pin down—charming one moment, evasive the next. The man oozes confidence, with his piercing blue eyes and a devil-may-care attitude that has the world wrapped around his finger. A brilliant actor, dancer, and singer. A literal triple threat. The man is good at everything he does. And he looks damn good while doing it. 

Your editor’s words echo in your head as you adjust your press badge: “Get something different. Something memorable. Everyone’s heard the same old answers from him.” Easier said than done when the man is practically untouchable, his responses carefully curated to keep people guessing. You would’ve assumed his media training would be on point, considering he’s been a household name since he was just an infant. 

A true nepo baby. 

There’s a microphone in hand, your camera man, Ito, stood beside you. You glance at him, having to lean in slightly over the buzz of other chatter, photographers telling whatever celebrity to move right or left, other interviews being conducted, the whole sha-bang. “You ready for this?”

The younger man nods with a goofy smile and throws a thumbs-up. “You know it.”

“Remember, get my good side.”

“Every side is your good side, Ms. Y/N.”

You wave him off and swivel your head back around. Titling it as you lift up on your tip-toes for any sign of the snowy haired man. Nope, not here yet. You sigh and drop back down to normal height, anxiously twirling the microphone in your hand. You’re wearing a simple, but elegant black dress. Silk with no sleeves and the back is cut out—still modest enough to now outshine the real important people of tonight. You’ve paired it with gold jewelry, your hair down and tamed, with tiny black heels. Fine makeup with a red lip to top it off. 

“He’s not here yet. Let me guess,” you murmur to Ito, keeping your voice low. “He’s going to be late, sweep in like he owns the place, and flash that million-dollar smile that makes everyone forget they’ve been waiting.”  

Ito snorts, adjusting the camera. “You mean the Gojo Satoru trademark entrance? Yeah, sounds about right. At least he’s consistent.”  

You roll your eyes, but there’s a flicker of nerves in your chest. You always get nervous but this time, it feels a little extra. He may not even stop for you, don’t get your hopes up.

Gojo’s reputation precedes him, and while you pride yourself on keeping your cool, you’re not immune to his charm. The last thing you need is to fall into the same trap as every other reporter who’s walked away from an interview with stars in their eyes and nothing of substance to show for it. 

Scanning the area, you catch sight of a commotion near the entrance, the buzz growing louder. And then you see him.  

He’s impossible to miss, standing tall and radiant in a custom black suit that hugs him in all the right places, his albino hair tousled just enough to look effortless. His sunglasses—because of course he’s wearing sunglasses to a fancy event—sit perched on the bridge of his nose, only barely hiding those infamous blue eyes. He’s laughing at something someone said, his presence magnetic enough to pull all attention his way without even trying. His manager, Nanami Kento, walks with him. Occasionally muttering something in Satoru’s ear with his certified stony expression. 

“Showtime,” Ito mutters, lifting the camera.  

You take a deep breath, straightening your posture. You got this, you got this. He’s not the only charming one. Plastering a big, warm smile. You begin your stride over, hellbent on capturing his attention. 

He and his manager are walking down the carpet, already ignoring the reporters that call out his name like he’s some sort of god. Satoru occasionally smiles for a few of the cameras as most of the other actors are silently making room for him on the red carpet. Once he’s done with his pictures, he’s heading inside the venue. Then you’ll lose your chance. So, you have to catch him before he does. 

You quicken your pace, moving with purpose. Weaving through the small crowd as Ito is practically stumbling over his feet to follow you. Chin tilting up and raising your voice loud enough so he can hear. “Gojo Satoru, a quick word, please,” you call out, your voice carrying through the crowd, smooth and confident despite the flutter of nerves in your chest.

And as if on cue, Gojo’s head turns ever so slightly in your direction. That was quick. Maybe it’s the fact that you reiterated your call out to him as more of a statement than an annoying plea. You don’t hesitate, smiling and judging Ito to begin filming. You can already see the glint of his pearly whites, the blue twinkle in his pearly eyes that makes women and men alike swoon. He lifts his glasses down slightly like he’s getting a better look at you. His manager is tugging a bit on his elbow to keep him moving, but he simply yanks it out his hold and strides over to you with that trademark grin. As he makes his way toward you, every step exuding confidence, you remind yourself of your goal: keep it professional, keep it memorable, and don’t let him get under your skin.  

Some of the other journalists must think they finally have their shot with him, only for their hopes and dreams to be shattered when he approaches you instead. You shuffle closer to him, sparing a quick glance at the camera to ensure it’s rolling before craning your neck up at the man himself. 

“Gojo Satoru,” you greet him, flashing your most practiced smile as he stops in front of you. “Thank you very much for taking the time to chat. How’s your night so far?”  

He tilts his head, the lopsided smile on his face nothing short of mischievous. “Even better now,” he says smoothly, his voice low enough to make your stomach flip.  

Oh, he’s good, you think, your grip tightening on the microphone. But so are you. So, this is how it’s going to be. Fine. You can play that game too. 

You force yourself to focus, keeping the conversation light and breezy despite the electric charge in the air between you. “Glad to hear that. I’m sure you’re used to all the attention by now, but do you ever get nervous before big events like this?” you ask, leaning in slightly as if you’re just two people having a casual chat.

He chuckles, a sound that almost feels too intimate for the public space you’re standing in. “I thrive on it,” Gojo replies, his eyes never leaving yours, his gaze both teasing and intense. “You know, it’s all part of the game. The bigger the crowd, the more I shine.”

You smile, impressed by his confidence but careful not to let it throw you off your rhythm. “And yet, you still manage to make it look effortless.” You tilt your head slightly, playing along, knowing how easily the conversation could turn into one of those meaningless exchanges. “Is there anything you don’t do effortlessly?”

His lips quirk upwards, that signature grin spreading across his face. “Maybe one thing,” he says, his tone dipping lower, sending a shiver through you. He pauses, his eyes scanning you briefly before locking back onto yours. “But I’m sure you’ll find out soon enough.”

The air between you two thickens, the words laced with double meaning. You can feel the heat rising to your cheeks, but you refuse to let it show. He’s toying with you, but this is your interview, and you’re not about to let him steal the spotlight. Not just yet.

Clearing your throat, you switch the topic. “So, you’re being nominated Best Actor for your show ‘Jujutsu Kaisen’.”

He grins, clearly enjoying the direction you’ve taken. “I wouldn’t say ‘nominated,’” he teases, his eyes sparkling with that signature arrogance. “I’m going to win, obviously. But it’s nice to be recognized by the industry.”

You nod, the banter light, but the tension lingering in the air between you two keeps your mind spinning. You can’t help but wonder if he’s as confident off-screen as he is in front of the cameras. Before you can ask him to elaborate on his confidence, Gojo steps closer, his proximity sending a wave of warmth through you. “So you believe you’ll win this award, no doubt?”

“No doubt.”

“That’s very confident of you.” You chuckle. 

Gojo’s lips curl into a smile, his blue eyes never leaving yours as if he’s savoring the moment. “Confidence is key but also very underrated,” he replies, his tone playful but with an edge of something more intense. He leans in just slightly, enough that you can smell the subtle cologne he’s wearing, clean and fresh with a hint of spice. “Besides,” he adds, his voice dropping lower, “when you’re as good as I am, it’s hard not to be confident. And I mean, a lot of people are too afraid to show they know what they’re capable of. But me? I’ve got nothing to hide. I know exactly what I bring to the table.”

You bite your lip, fighting the urge to let your smile slip into something more flirtatious. But his words have an effect—something in you shifts, intrigued and undeniably drawn to his arrogance. "So, you don’t think anyone’s competition?" you ask, arching an eyebrow, testing the waters.

Gojo's lips curve tighter into a knowing smile, a flash of teasing flickering in his eyes. "Competition?" he echoes, his voice thick with challenge. "There’s no competition when you’re in a league of your own.”

You swallow, trying to maintain your composure despite the growing heat between you. “I can see that,” you respond, your voice just a little steadier than you feel. “But what’s your secret? How do you manage to stay so… sure of yourself?”

Gojo chuckles, the sound smooth and low, as he runs a hand through his messy white hair. He looks around briefly, as though assessing the situation, before his eyes lock back onto yours. “It’s not about being sure of myself,” he says with a tilt to his tone, his words carrying an underlying promise. “It’s about knowing I can make anything work. Whether it’s acting, dancing, or…” He trails off, his gaze flickering briefly down your figure before snapping back to your eyes. He chuckles charmingly.  

The moment hangs between you two, the air crackling with an undeniable charge. You feel your pulse quicken, but you force yourself to stay focused on the interview. “Well, I’m sure a lot of people would love to know how you make it all look so effortless,” you respond, keeping your voice neutral. “Any advice for those of us who aren’t quite as… naturally gifted?”

Gojo’s grin widens, and for a brief second, you swear you can see a flicker of something more in his eyes. “It’s not just about talent,” he says, leaning in a little closer, his voice dropping to a more intimate level. “It’s about owning the moment, owning the space you’re in. You have to make people believe in you, even if you don’t always believe in yourself.” His intonation is almost hypnotic, and you can feel the pull of his words.

Your breath catches, but you can’t let him see how he’s affecting you. “Sounds like a lot of pressure,” you reply, trying to keep the conversation light. “How do you handle all that weight?”

Gojo’s expression shifts, his playful grin faltering for just a second, his presence overwhelming. “Pressure’s nothing,” he says, his eyes scanning your face with an intensity that makes your skin tingle. “If you’re not feeling it, you’re not doing it right.”

Before you can respond, the sound of a camera shutter clicks in the background, reminding you of the reality of the situation. You’re still in the middle of a crowded red carpet, surrounded by flashing lights and the buzz of other reporters. But somehow, standing so close to him, it feels like it’s just the two of you in the world.

His eyes soften for a moment, like he’s sensing the shift in the air between you. “But hey,” he adds, his tone playful again as he steps back slightly, breaking the moment, “don’t worry. I’ll make sure to win this award for the both of us. Maybe then you can interview me again… under better circumstances.”

You smile, lightly huffing a small chortle as Ito lowers the camera and stops rolling. Nanami begins tugging on Satoru’s sleeve again, attempting to urge the man to walk forward. But Satoru doesn’t budge, leaning down close to your ear. The suddenness causes you to gasp a little, body tensing before leaning closer to hear what he has to say. 

“I have a room nearby. Take a left at the end of the carpet, then a right past the VIP lounge, can’t miss it. If you want, I’d be glad to answer more of your questions once I have my award.”

He’s pulling back and looking away, strutting down the carpet before you can even process what just happened. Eyes wide and lips parted, you slowly look over at Ito who gives you an equally baffled expression. “That was…something. I felt the tension even behind the camera.”

You shake your head and regain your bearings, hitting his arm. He dramatically lets out a huff and rubs the spot. “Don’t be stupid, that’s just how he is.”

“Well, yeah. But it seemed extra with you.”

Your lips purse, eyes flickering over to where an enormous space has been made for the man himself to pose for every single camera aimed at him in every pose possible. If you didn’t find him attractive, you would’ve been annoyed by his arrogance—his cockiness. But maybe that’s what you like about him, in some weird way. At least he has the looks to go with his loud personality. “Are you gonna…go?” Ino asks. 

You hesitate, unsure of whether yes or no would be the most appropriate answer in this case. Hell, that entire little thing seemed the exact opposite of appropriate. You remind yourself that that’s just how he is. However, you still haven’t gotten a good enough word from him and that tiny, maybe two minute interview will no doubt be overlooked from your boss. 

Something different, something more. 

And so that’s how you’ve landed yourself in this precarious situation in the first place. It’s late—around twelve in the morning. And this supposed ‘meet-up’ feels more like a booty call than anything else. You won’t voice that thought aloud, of course. He’s sitting on the cuck chair in the corner of his…dressing room? It feels more like a five star hotel room. You’ve taken purchase on the edge of the bed inside, hands tucked into your lap. You’ve opted out of the dress you wore for the event, landing on a simple tee and jeans. Your recorder beside you, with your notebook and pen placed underneath your hands. 

He’s just been eating. 

Eating carelessly. 

It’s already been close to twenty minutes and you don’t know when you should bring up the whole reason you’re even here for. After a few more grueling seconds, the air having been filled with his loud chewing far longer than you have patience for. You clear your throat. “Um…Mr. Gojo? Do you mind if we—”

“Have you ever had Mediterranean food?” He cuts you off, jabbing his white plastic fork in your direction. 

Your eyes flick to the fork in his hand, then back to his face. The man looks completely unbothered, leaning back in his chair as though he has all the time in the world. His long legs are stretched out in front of him, crossed casually at the ankles, and his tie is now undone, the top buttons of his shirt popped open. He’s the picture of relaxed arrogance, and it’s both infuriating and—annoyingly—endearing.  

“Uh, yeah,” you say hesitantly, thrown off by the abrupt change in topic. “Once or twice.”  

He hums, jabbing his fork into another piece of grilled chicken and popping it into his mouth. “Then you’re missing out. There’s this place down the street? Incredible. You’ve gotta try it. I’ll have them send some up next time you’re around.”  

You blink at him, unsure how to respond. Is he really talking about food right now? After inviting you here in the middle of the night and keeping you waiting for nearly half an hour while he scarfs down a late-night feast? And is he trying to hint at another rendezvous? Yeah fucking right. Your fingers tighten slightly around your notebook, the patience you’ve been clinging to starting to wear thin. “Right,” you try again, keeping your voice steady, “I appreciate the recommendation, but I was hoping we could get back to the interview. So may we—”

“But you get it, right?” he says, leaning back in the chair, his legs spread out wider, his posture entirely too relaxed for someone in the middle of an impromptu midnight interview. “It’s addictive. This hummus? Unreal. Whoever catered tonight deserves an award more than I do.”

You thin your lips, unsure whether to laugh or remind him why you’re actually here. “I’m glad you’re enjoying it,” you say diplomatically, gesturing to the plate in his hand. “But I was hoping we could, you know, get started?”

Gojo hums thoughtfully, scooping up another bite with his fork. “You’re right,” he concedes, though the mischievous glint in his eyes suggests otherwise. “But here’s the thing—you can’t do an interview on an empty stomach. Or when the food’s this good.”

You sigh, biting back a retort as he takes another slow, deliberate bite, chewing like he has all the time in the world. “Mr. Gojo—”

“Satoru,” he corrects, grinning as he sets the plate down on the small table beside him. He wipes his hands on a napkin and leans forward, elbows resting on his knees as he meets your gaze. “We’re not on the red carpet anymore. Call me Satoru.” 

His sudden shift in demeanor catches you off guard, the playful air taking on a more serious edge. You glance at your recorder, then back at him, your pulse quickening. “Alright, Satoru,” you say carefully, your fingers tightening around your pen. “Let’s make this count.”

He smirks, tilting his head slightly as if daring you to keep up. “Oh, don’t worry,” he murmurs, his voice low and teasing. “I always do.”

You nod and fumble for a moment before flipping open your notebook. “Ah, well, I was hoping to dive a little deeper into your creative process—how you approach roles and what inspires you.”  

Gojo leans back again, the smirk never leaving his face. “My creative process, huh? That’s such a professional way of asking how I make the magic happen.” He chuckles, his gaze flicking over you with an intensity that makes your skin prickle. “But I’ll bite. It all starts with... you.”  

You freeze, brows furrowing. You don’t know if he’s teasing you or if he’s just being his usual cocky self. “Me?” you manage to say, trying to keep your composure.  

“Not you specifically,” he clarifies, though the playful glint in his eyes suggests otherwise. “But someone like you. Someone intriguing, who makes me want to figure out what makes them tick. That’s where I find inspiration.”  

The air in the room shifts, the casual atmosphere taking on a sharper edge. You’re getting a little annoyed at the fact that he’s answering the question but also trying to throw you off balance. Either way, you’re determined not to let him see you lose composure.  

“That’s interesting,” you respond, forcing a smile as you jot something down in your notebook, “Is there any way you can elaborate?.”  

His laughter fills the room, low and rich. “Isn’t that what I just did?” he teases, his tone dripping with playful arrogance. His fingers drum lightly on the arm of the chair as he watches you, a predator sizing up its prey. “I thought I was being pretty clear. Inspiration comes from people—complex, messy, fascinating people.”  

That sounds like an insult. You tap your pen against your notebook, resisting the urge to roll your eyes. “Right, but I was hoping for specifics,” you respond, doing your best to keep your tone professional despite his relentless charm. “How do you translate that into a character? What’s the first step you take when preparing for a role?”  

Gojo leans forward again, his elbows resting on his knees, and suddenly the air between you feels far too tight. “The first step?” he echoes, his gaze locking onto yours with an intensity that makes your breath hitch. “I find the humanity in them. Even in the villains, the assholes, the broken ones. There’s always something real there, something raw. That’s what I latch onto.”  

You nod, quickly jotting down his words even as your pulse quickens. He’s finally giving you something substantive, and yet the way he’s looking at you makes it hard to focus. “That’s... an interesting perspective,” you manage, keeping your eyes on your notebook. “So you try to connect with the character on a personal level?”  

“Exactly,” he says, his voice dropping an octave. “It’s like peeling back layers, you know? Finding the parts of them that no one else sees. The parts they try to hide.”  

The weight of his words hangs in the air, and you can’t help but feel like he’s talking about more than just acting. You glance up at him, and the way he’s watching you—like he’s peeling back your layers—sends a shiver down your spine.  

“I see,” you say, clearing your throat in an attempt to break the tension, “that certainly explains why your performances feel so authentic. You make it sound almost... personal.”  

“It is personal,” he replies, his lips curving into a slow, knowing smile. “Every role I take on, every scene I play—it’s all personal. That’s why people connect with it. They see themselves in it.”  

You can’t help but be impressed, even as his words unsettle you. He’s infuriatingly good at this—at keeping you on your toes, at blurring the line between sincerity and seduction. But you’re not about to let him derail you. Not when you’ve finally gotten him to open up.  

“Do you ever find it difficult to separate yourself from the characters you play?” you ask, leaning forward slightly despite yourself. He sees this, scooting his chair closer subtly.   

Gojo’s smile widens, and for a moment, he looks almost amused. “Now that’s a good question,” he says, his tone laced with approval. “But the answer? No. I don’t separate myself from them. That’s the whole point. If I did, it wouldn’t be real.”  

His response leaves you momentarily speechless, and he seems to relish the effect he’s having on you. “Anything else you want to know?” he prompts, his grin turning devilish. “Or are you ready to call it a night?”  

Your grip tightens on your pen, and you force yourself to sit up straighter, refusing to let him see you flustered. “I’ve still got a few more questions,” you say firmly, meeting his gaze head-on. “If you’re up for it.”  

“Oh, I’m always up for it,” he quips, leaning back in his chair with a smirk that’s equal parts infuriating and captivating. “Hit me with your best shot.”

With another nod, you look up from jotting your notes to see him sliding his rings off his slender fingers. For a moment, you do nothing but focus on the paleness of the digits. You remember him saying in an interview how his fingers were six inches long. You thought he was joking no doubt, doing it all for his thirsty fangirls. But now that you’re looking at them in person…he was actually telling the truth. Your gaze slides up to his forearms that are revealed from his messy, cuffed-up sleeves. Then they travel down his fingers to his small waist, finally to his thighs. Mentally cursing yourself, you glance back at his fingers that flex freely once they’re free from the constraints of the metal. You gulp down the dryness in your throat, an intrusive thought sneaking way into your brain—wondering about what it would feel like if they were—

“A little shameless of you.” He chuckles. 

His voice snaps your eyes back up to his. You recognize the playful glint in them, your cheeks heating with embarrassment. “I—sorry. That’s inappropriate of me.”

Gojo leans forward for the nth time, resting his elbows on his knees as his lips curve into a smug grin. “Oh, don’t apologize,” he drawls, his tone oozing amusement. “I’m flattered, really. Most people just stare at my face—nice to know my hands are getting the attention they deserve.”  

You let out a nervous laugh, gripping your pen tighter to ground yourself. “Um…it’s not like that,” you protest weakly, though the heat in your cheeks betrays you. “I was just... lost in thought.”  

“Lost in thought, huh?” He raises an eyebrow, his grin widening as though he doesn’t believe a word you’re saying. “Thinking about anything particular?”  

Your heart stutters, and for a moment, you forget how to respond. His gaze is too sharp, too knowing, like he’s reading the very thought you’d just shoved to the deepest recess of your mind. “Just about the interview,” you manage to say, your voice smoother than you expected. “I was trying to figure out how to phrase my next question.”  

“Sure you were,” he teases, leaning back again and sliding his hands into his pockets. The movement draws your attention to the way his pale blue button-up shirt stretches over his broad chest, and you quickly force your eyes back to his face before he can catch you staring again.  

“I was,” you insist, determined to salvage what’s left of your dignity. You clear your throat and flip to a fresh page in your notebook, desperate to steer the conversation back to safer territory. “Now, about your approach to emotional scenes—how do you tap into those raw feelings on set?”  

Gojo chuckles, clearly enjoying the way you’re scrambling to regain control of the conversation. “Ah, so we’re back to work now? Alright, I’ll play along.” He taps his chin thoughtfully, the playful edge in his expression softening just a fraction. “Emotional scenes are all about honesty. You can’t fake it—not if you want the audience to feel it. You have to find something real, something that hurts, and let it bleed into the performance.”  

His answer catches you off guard with its sincerity, and for a moment, you forget your embarrassment entirely. “Something real?” you echo, bending forward slightly. “So you draw from personal experiences?”  

“Sometimes,” he admits, his voice lower now, more serious. “Other times, I imagine what it would be like to lose something—or someone—I care about.” His eyes darken briefly, a flicker of something unspoken crossing his face before it’s gone, replaced by his usual cocky smirk. “But enough about me. It’s always about me, what about you, hm?”  

You blink. “About me? I’m sorry but… I only came here to ask you questions.”

Gojo leans back in his chair, scooting closer in his chair. “Exactly,” he says, waving a hand lazily. “It’s always about me. The questions, the cameras, the lights. Don’t you think that gets boring?”  

You tilt your head, once again caught off guard. “I... can’t imagine someone like you ever finding the spotlight boring,” you reply carefully, unsure of where he’s steering the conversation.  

He grins, a little too self-satisfied. “Fair point. I do wear it well, don’t I? But that doesn’t mean I don’t get curious. You sit here with your little notebook, all professional and serious. But who are you when the recorder’s off? What makes you tick?”  

The shift in focus has your defenses rising, and you straighten your back slightly. “I’m not the one being interviewed, Mr.—Satoru,” you correct yourself when his grin widens at your formality.  

“No,” he says, tilting his head and giving you a once-over that feels far too perceptive. “But doesn’t mean I can’t ask, does it?”  

You let out a nervous laugh, holding your notebook a little closer. “I don’t think that’s how this works.”  

“Rules are boring,” he replies smoothly, leaning forward just enough to close the distance between you. His voice drops slightly, his tone more teasing than serious. “Come on, throw me a bone. A favorite movie, a weird hobby, your go-to midnight snack. Something.”  

You hesitate, his gaze pinning you in place. It’s not like you have anything to hide, but the sudden spotlight feels unnerving. “Midnight snack?” you echo, deciding to humor him for the sake of moving things along.  

“Yeah,” he says, his eyes lighting up like you’ve just agreed to a game only he knows the rules to. “You know, since you’re obviously not here for Mediterranean food. What do you eat when you’re burning the midnight oil?”  

You press your lips together, trying not to smile despite yourself. “Popcorn,” you admit finally. “Plain, with just a little salt.”  

“Popcorn?” He raises an eyebrow, looking genuinely intrigued. “Huh. Kind of classic, but I can respect it. Guess I’ll have to stock up before our next late-night chat.”  

You roll your eyes, though your cheeks warm at his casual mention of a “next time.” “I wouldn’t count on that,” you say dryly, but he only smirks, clearly not taking you seriously.  

“We’ll see,” he says, leaning back again and waving a hand. “Alright, you’ve indulged me. Ask away again. I’m all yours.”  

The shift back to the original topic throws you off balance, but you take the opportunity and flip open your notebook, determined to keep the upper hand this time. “Great. Let’s get back to your latest role then—”  

“But popcorn, huh?” he interrupts, clearly not ready to let it go. “You don’t strike me as a plain kind of person.”  

Your pen pauses mid-note, and you give him a pointed look. “Do you always talk this much during interviews?”  

He grins, unapologetic. “Only when I’m having fun.”

You sigh, setting your pen down and narrowing your eyes at him, though the warmth in your cheeks betrays your annoyance. “You know, for someone who’s supposed to be a professional, you’re awfully good at derailing conversations.”  

Gojo smirks, he fixes you with that signature, infuriatingly confident gaze. “What can I say? I like keeping things interesting.” His voice dips just slightly, low and teasing, and the way his eyes sweep over you feels more deliberate now, more pointed and slower. Like he’s appreciative. “But if I’m being honest… I don’t mind the view either.”  

Your breath hitches, his words make your stomach jump. “The view?” you manage, your voice more balanced than you. 

He cocks his head, his smirk widening. “You,” he says simply, as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world. “Sitting there, all serious and composed, trying so hard to keep this professional. But I see the way you look at me.”  

Your heart stutters, your cheeks flushing hot. “I’m not—”  

“Oh, you are,” he interrupts, his grin turning wolfish. “First my fingers,” he flutters his digits in a wavy motion.  “Then my thighs,” he pats his lap.  “Don’t think I didn’t notice, sweetheart.”  

Your jaw drops slightly, heat creeping down your neck. “I was not—”  

“Sure you weren’t,” he drawls, leaning back in his chair and stretching, his shirt pulling just enough to reveal a sliver of toned stomach. His voice lowers, smooth as silk. “But if you want to keep staring, I won’t stop you.”  

You swallow hard, gripping your notebook like it’s a lifeline. “Mr. Gojo, I don’t think this is appropriate.”  

“Satoru,” he corrects, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “And who’s being inappropriate? I’m just making an observation.” He leans forward again, his voice dropping to a near whisper, intimate and teasing. “Besides, don’t you think it’s a little unfair? You get to ask me all these personal questions, but I can’t ask any about you?”  

You shift in your seat, your pulse racing. “That’s not how interviews work.”  

“Maybe not,” he murmurs, his gaze darkening slightly as it locks onto yours. “But we’re not exactly following the rules, are we?”  

The tension in the room thickens, his words hanging in the air like a challenge. You glance at the door, a small voice in the back of your mind warning you to cut this short, but another part of you—one you’re desperately trying to ignore—is drawn to the way his eyes seem to drink you in, the way his voice wraps around you like a warm, dangerous promise.  

“I’m here to work,” you say finally, your voice firmer now, though it betrays a slight waver.  

“And I’m here to have a good time,” he counters, his smirk softening into something more intimate, more dangerous. “Who says we can’t do both?”  

You stare at him, your mind racing as you try to find the words to put an end to this—whatever this is—but he leans closer, his voice dropping to a near whisper.  

“Tell me,” he says, his breath ghosting over your ear, “what’s the real reason you wanted to meet me tonight? Because I don’t think it’s just for an interview.” 

You force yourself to not visibly react and jolt from the way he’s reached into your personal space so nonchalantly. “Then you’re mistaken. Because I have no other reason to be here if you won’t comply.”

“Oh yeah?” He chortles, glancing down at his fingers that barely skim along your thigh. If possible, his smile widens at the little startled gasp that falls from your pretty lips. “You want me to comply? Comply in what way?”

“H-hey,” you reach out to grip his fingers, effectively stopping their ascent. “What do you think you’re doing?” 

When he pulls back enough, he stares into your eyes. It almost scares you just how blue they are up close. You don’t think you’ve ever seen something as majestic as them. Though saying that aloud will feed into his ego. 

He tilts his head slightly, his smile turning wicked, like a predator playing with its prey. “What do you think I’m doing?” he counters, voice dropping to a husky whisper. The air between you crackles, and despite yourself, your grip on his fingers falters, his warmth sinking into your skin like a brand.  

“Satoru,” you begin, your voice shaking ever so slightly, “this is highly inappropriate.”  

“Inappropriate?” he echoes, coming just a little closer, his lips quirking in amusement. “I was just trying to get comfortable. Didn’t realize I’d make you so flustered.”  

Your breath catches, his words striking a chord you’re not ready to acknowledge. “You’re awfully bold for someone who’s supposed to be answering questions,” you manage, your voice sharp despite the fluttering in your stomach.

“And you’re awfully composed for someone who’s blushing so much,” he counters smoothly, his eyes flicking to your cheeks.

“I’m not blushing,” you snap, your tone defensive.

“Of course not,” he replies, his smirk returning. “Just like you weren’t staring earlier.”

Your heart pounds against your ribs as you glare at him, attempting to regain control of the situation. “I’m not flustered either,” you retort, though your trembling fingers and flushed cheeks tell a different story.  

He chuckles, low and intimate, and it sends a shiver racing down your spine. “If you say so,” he murmurs, leaning back slightly but never taking his eyes off you. His fingers slip free from your grasp, but the ghost of their touch lingers, a reminder of just how easily he’s unraveled your composure.  

“You’re impossible,” you say, your tone sharp despite the unsteadiness in your chest.  

“And yet,” he counters, his grin softening into something more dangerous, “you’re still here.”  

You open your mouth to argue, to remind him that you’re here for work, but the words catch in your throat as he shifts again, this time resting his chin on his hand, his gaze trailing lazily over you.  

“You’re fascinating, you know that?” he says, almost to himself. “All buttoned up and professional, trying so hard to keep me in line. But I wonder…” His eyes flick to your lips, lingering for a heartbeat before meeting yours again. “What would it take to make you unravel?”  

You stiffen, the heat rushing through your body making it harder to maintain your composure. “You’re crossing a line,” you warn, though your voice is weaker than you’d like.  

“Am I?” he asks, his tone teasing but his gaze piercing, as if daring you to tell him to stop. “Or are you just afraid of what might happen if I keep going?”

Your eyes dart all across his face, heart rapidly beating, so much so you think it’ll pop out of your chest. And yet, you slowly look back down at the hand that was just touching you. You feel yourself giving in the longer you stare. 

He follows your gaze, then moves back up to your face. “You like them, don’t you?”

You nod, despite yourself. 

“Knew it,” he smoothly quips back. “Do you want to feel them again? Maybe for longer?”

The question hangs in the air, heavy with anticipation, and you can’t seem to swallow the lump forming in your throat. Your mind races, torn between the desire to pull away and the undeniable pull he has on you. His words—his voice—are like a drug, wrapping around your thoughts, clouding your judgment.

You force yourself to meet his gaze, but the intensity there makes it harder to keep your composure. “You’re... bold,” you murmur, trying to keep the tremor from your voice.

Gojo’s lips curl into a knowing smile. “Bold? Maybe. But I’m just asking what you want.” His tone is smooth, low, coaxing. “No need to be shy about it. You’ve been looking, haven’t you?”

Your eyes flicker briefly to his hand again before locking back on his face. His question seems almost too straightforward, too easy, and yet you can’t seem to lie. You feel the heat rising in your cheeks, the truth lingering just beneath the surface. “Maybe,” you admit softly, your voice a mix of hesitation and curiosity.

A soft chuckle escapes him, and his gaze sharpens. “Maybe isn’t an answer.” He leans in slightly, just enough to make your pulse spike. “Tell me, do you want to feel them again? Really feel them this time?” His voice drops to a near whisper, each word deliberate, measured.

You hold your breath, your entire body humming with uncertainty, but you can’t bring yourself to say no. The desire building within you makes your thoughts scatter, your defenses slipping away the longer you look at him. “I... don’t know,” you reply, the words barely audible.

Gojo watches you closely, his eyes darkening with something dangerous. “Mind if I find out for myself then?”

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There’s a lot of things that you’ve never done in life. 

Skydiving, bungee jumping, going backpacking, and making out with an A-list celebrity who’s name holds so much power. Well, that last one you can cross off, actually. 

You really don’t know how things have changed so quickly and abruptly. One minute you’re writing down the answers to his questions and the next he’s on top of you. 

You don’t think you’ve ever made out with someone for this long. But it feels surpassingly really good. Maybe it’s the way he’s keeping things slow, but purposeful. His hands run along the sides of your body, occasionally gripping your hips or rising high enough to brush along under your breasts. His lips are expertly working your own, leaving you gasping for air when he pulls away for a few seconds before diving in like a starving man. His tongue prods inside your mouth, dancing along yours in a sultry dance. Rubbing it and sucking on it a few times. 

You feel him smile against your lips when the arms around his neck bring him in closer. 

The kiss deepens, and with each second, you're losing yourself more in the heat of the moment.

His body presses against yours, warm and firm, and the sensation is so overwhelming that you can't tell where you end and he begins. Every breath, every shift of his lips, ignites something inside of you that you can't ignore.

His hands are everywhere now, roaming with an insistent hunger, fingertips brushing over your skin like he's savoring every inch. The low groans he releases when you kiss him back only fuel the fire building between you. He's so confident, so sure of what he wants, and you're too far gone to stop him. The logical part of your brain—that small voice telling you to slow down—is drowned out by the intoxicating thrill of being here, of being with him.

Your hands find their way to his shirt, pulling it free from where it's tucked in, fingers trailing underneath and over the hard planes of his chest. You feel him tense for a moment, as if considering pulling away, but then his hands tighten around you, pulling you even closer. His lips are everywhere—on your neck, your jaw, your ears—each kiss leaving a trail of warmth that burns deeper into your skin.

You gasp when his teeth graze your collarbone, a quiet moan slipping out before you can stop it.

That sound, that reaction from you, seems to drive him even further. "God, you taste really fucking good," he mutters between kisses, his voice thick with desire, making you shiver beneath him. “Almost can’t get enough.”

The weight of his body on top of yours feels right, too right. There’s escaping it now, no turning back. His touch is electric and you wonder if you’ll ever be able to remember what it felt like to breathe without him. 

With one final, hard press against your lips, he pulls back. Shifting to his knees, looking down at your sprawled out figure beneath him, cheeks flushed a beautiful red, lips kiss-swollen, dilated pupils that match his. He grins and works at the rest of his buttons with one hand. “What happened to that pretty dress you were wearing earlier?”

“I…I changed.” You shakily mutter out, oblivious to the hint of rhetoric in his question. 

“Yeah, I see that. But why?”

“Because it was uncomfortable.”

You attempt to sit up and help him, but he promptly guides you back down. Freeing his shirt, revealing a chest that looks like it belongs to a Greek God. It’s lean, but muscular. It’s perfect, you think to yourself. And you really want to run your tongue along it. “Uncomfortable?” He asks. 

You nod. 

“That sucks. I would’ve liked to taste you in it.” He’s working on his belt now. “Maybe next time? Wear it again for me?”

“I don’t know if there’ll be a next time.”

He laughs out, tossing the leather to the side and unbuttoning his slacks. It’s only then do you realize the obvious tent in his pants. Your eyes widen momentarily, if it already looks this big…how will it look once he’s naked? “There’ll be a next time.”

He hovers over you again, his fingers deftly walking at the button of your jeans, lips sucking a small mark into the side of your neck. His other hand on your thigh slides up towards your hip, grabbing the hem of your shirt and slowly starts to pull it up. “Now I wonder,” he murmurs, his lips leaving your neck and moving back towards your ear, “if I asked, would I hear a ‘no’ come out of you?”

You’re shivering, breathing labored. Your hands are holding onto his shoulders to keep you grounded. “…no.”

He smiles, kissing your cheek in a gentle manner as his hands simultaneously unbutton your jeans and pull your shirt up. “So, I don’t suppose I’ll hear a ‘no’ for getting a small peek at you, will I?”

“No,” you breathe out, shoving your face into his neck. 

With a soft coo and ‘shh’, he’s removing your shirt from over your head. Then working on ridding you of your pants. “I hate jeans, makes things so much harder.”

Your legs tense up once they’re exposed to the cold air. He places his palms to your knees, carefully widening them enough to make space in between. “Have you ever been ate out?”

The question makes you feel more embarrassed—more vulnerable. 

You swallow, your heart pounding in your chest. The question catches you off guard, making your skin prickle with both unease and something else you can’t quite name. You hesitantly shift, trying to keep your voice steady. “I… I have,” you manage to say, your gaze avoiding his as your cheeks flush. 

“Good?” He licks at the inside of your knee. 

Your face scrunches, brows knitting in the middle. “Y-yeah, somewhat.”

“Liar,” he chides, placing small kisses to the spot he just licked, looking up at you. “Can I try?”

And how could you say no? “Yes.” You reply quietly, watching his grin disappear behind your heated center. Eyes fluttering when he breathes warm air against it. Jolting your hips up, to which he holds them down in a gentle grip. 

A wet spot has already formed on your panties. Unbeknownst to you, it boosts his ego. “And I haven’t even touched you yet.” He takes a taste through the fabric, silently simmering with enjoyment at the way you  squeal. Licking once more before nuzzling his nose against your heat. He inhales deeply, like it’s a sweet flower bathed in honey. Once he’s satisfied, the speed at which he sparingly removes your underwear startles you. 

But so does his mouth. 

“Ah..!”

Your hand instinctively grips his snowy locks. He makes a noise of approval, lips locking around your puffy clit and giving a soft, but also harsh suck. The air practically removes your lungs, back arching off the bed. Mouth hung open, grip tightening around his hair. After a few seconds, he moves down to your fluttering hole. 

His thumb and pointer finger spreading your folds to see you clenching around nothing. His cock throbs in his pants, begging to be released. Not yet, however. You first. His tongue swirls around your hole, licking up every single remnant of juice before digging in. Feeling out every ridge with his wet muscle, eyes closing in delight. His hands bring you closer by your hips, shoving your pussy in his face. The tip of his nose is rubbing against your abandoned clit in a teasing way that makes you hungry for me. 

All you can do is gasp and moan out, pathetically rubbing against his mouth before his hands grip you back down in place. Forcing you to feel every amount of pleasure he can give to you. And god, does it feel heavenly. Your free hand is holding onto the sheets below you, crumpling under your fingertips. 

Lewd sucking noises are coming from him. It’s obnoxious, just like when he was eating his food from earlier. It’s almost like he’s doing it on purpose. His tongue does a certain move that has you seeing stars, moving in and out at a rapid pace, then circling up to and around your clit before plunging back to your needy hole. 

His thumb decides to partake, rubbing heated circles into your clit. “Nnn..nrgh…w-wai—” The words slip from you, just like your orgasm does. You don’t even know you’ve done it before he’s lifting his face up, revealing the pearlescent traces of your release. He doesn’t bother wiping it, instead leaning down to your lips. You taste yourself. 

It’s a new taste, one you’re not entirely excited about, but the thrill of it all is making your clench. Shaky thighs being groped by his wandering hands before looking straight down at you. “I’m kind of jealous, you know?”

You’re too fucked out already, half-lidded eyes and mumbling back a simple “what?” to him. 

He tsks and easily slips two fingers in. Keeling in on yourself, grasping his forearm for support. “Hey, don’t get all dazy on me now. I’ve just started.”

“I-I’m not…” you protest back weakly, your effort to meet his stare goes awry when you notice him frustratedly pulling the button off and zipper down, yanking the slacks down. With it goes his boxers and you’re shown a thin and curved cock. An angry red mushroom tip. A couple of veins run up his shaft, zig-zagging. He’s already leaking, pumping himself a few times. 

A small groan leaves him, placing a hand beside your head. There’s a cinch between his white eyebrows, his face red and a tad bit sweaty. His lips are downturned slightly. After some heavy breathing, he looks back down at you. Silent seconds take over, nothing but the feel of your body against his, your short breathing, the way you look so ready but nervous at the same time. His face softens. “You can take it, yeah?” 

His gaze is intense, but there’s something warmer in his eyes now—something that feels almost reassuring, like he’s giving you a choice. The way he watches you carefully makes your heart race, unsure of whether it’s fear or anticipation that grips you. You swallow, trying to steady your breathing, your fingers nervously clutching his shoulders. 

The room feels charged with tension, every muscle in your body taut as you process his words. You can feel eyes stuck on you, oddly tender, and for a moment, everything feels suspended in time. 

"Yeah," you finally manage, your voice a little shaky but resolute. "I can take it." 

His eyes soften further, a trace of a smile tugging at his lips, as if reassured by your response. “Yeah, you can. You’re not a virgin, right?”

“No.”

“Mm,” he hums, nodding briefly before glancing down at his hardened cock, achingly close to where it needs to be. “How do you like it?”

You ponder his question in your mind quickly, not trying to drag out the moment any longer than it should be. “I…I like it hard. Fast, but slow too. I just want it to feel genuine, not like you’re only seeking your own pleasure.”

“Yeah?” The corner of his lip perks up, rubbing his tip along your cum soaked folds. He laughs softly under his breath. “Funny, that’s how I like to give it. Maybe we’re a match made in heaven.”

The humor of his you once found annoying—well, still annoying—feels strangely wholehearted. Like he’s trying to make you laugh and relax your tense muscles. And you do, he meets your look again. Bending down with a soft, saccharine kiss to your lips. The kiss feels more tender than before, like he’s trying to convey some hidden emotion to you behind it all. Or maybe it’s because he likes feeling you moan into his mouth as he’s slowly sliding his cock in. 

He mirrors your whimper, moaning out in relief. You feel so snug around him, so tight. “So warm.” 

For a minute, he doesn’t move, just basking in your heat. It feels like a warm blanket, he almost—almost—thinks he might cum right then and there with how good you feel. Satoru has had pussy before, good and not so good. “Fuck…oh fuck….y-you feel…really good…”

One thing that makes you the most weak…a vocal man in bed. You tighten around him, his whine gets a little higher-pitched. If this were a different situation, you think you would’ve poked fun at him for it. “Ngh…I—I am?”

“Mmmmnghm.” Is all he can reply back with before he’s moving back slowly, then back in. 

Your nails are now digging into the skin of his back, legs locked around his waist. “Be careful, mkay?” 

“W-what? Why?”

“Because I might cum faster with you holdin’—fuck—onto me like this.”

You can’t respond before he’s pulling out with a greater force and driving back into you with a harder one. The motion alone jolts your body up, causing your tits to jiggle from beneath their cups. You see the way he’s eying them hungrily, so you do him the favor of pulling them down beneath your breasts. They spill out and he’s immediately on them. Sucking and twirling a wet path around your perky nipple before showing the other breast the same excitement. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yes…”

“A-ah! O-oh! Mmmngh!”

You almost feel baffled. He’s moaning more than you are. 

His mind is filled with the warmth of you. “Fit like…a f-fuckin’…ring….!” He grunts out, followed by a broken laughter. “I think I’m obsessed.”

He’s leaving marks on your chest, but you don’t protest or even feel them. You’re solely focused on the way his cock is hitting every single spot in your pussy that you don’t even know could be reached. Eyes rolling back, clinging him closer. His tip kisses your g-spot repetitively. His balls slap against your ass, the sound is skin against skin with squelching noises fill the room. It’s erotic, completely provocative. But he’s actually living up to his word, and it seems like he’s more worried about making you finish for the second time tonight than reaching the line himself. 

As the minutes go by, he’s moving harder. Barely giving you any time to breath from the force of it, but you’re not complaining. 

“S-sat…oru…!” You whine out, biting on his shoulder in an attempt to keep your noises lower. 

All that does is spur him on even more, his moans getting louder. The grip on your hip and tit tightening as he pounds his cock into your pussy with complete ease. “So wet, so wet, yeah…oh god, fuck…”

He’s mumbling at this point, but so are you. Each of you is blinded by the pleasure you feel, the passion that’s being emitted and the marks on your bodies that are carved in. His cock twitches, his pace relentless. 

The look he gives you feels manic, hair plastered to his forehead, chest heaving up and down, nostrils flaring in and out. Your hair is messy, laid out beneath you. Mouth parted and dirty sounds exiting it. “I wish I could take a picture right now.” He comments slowly, feeling your thighs tighten. “It feels like your pussy is vibrating,” he chuffs. “Close?”

“Ngh…y-yes!” 

“Yeah, me too, pretty. You first, r-right…behind….you….”

You don’t need to hear anything else. Finally letting go, a whimper-whine coming with it. When he looks down and sees the white ring form around his cock, he’s done for. Quickening his pace, gripping your hips with both hands. “Yeah…yeah…yeah…” 

He moans in a pornographic way, an eruption of warmth fills you, leaving you in more of a blissed out state. A mixture of cum slowly dribbles out your spent pussy, he fingers it back in all the while his cock is still lodged between your folds. Slumping down on top of you, his face on your shoulder. 

The sounds of heavy breathing are heard next, no words. Your chest heaves against his and your legs are like jelly. Slowly loosening their hold from around his waist and falling down to the bed on either side of him. 

The silence is almost deafening, punctuated only by the sounds of your labored breaths. His hands move to your back, tender yet firm, as though he's holding onto the moment. The heat between you both is palpable, your bodies still connected in the aftermath of whatever just transpired. His thumb traces slow, soothing circles against your skin, and you can feel his breath matching yours.

You blink, trying to gather your thoughts, but everything feels hazy, like the world has slowed down just for the two of you.

Your body feels like it's still vibrating from the intensity, each breath a little deeper than the last as you struggle to regain some semblance of control. He shifts slightly above you, pressing against yours in the most familiar way, a warmth that you can't quite pull away from.

Slowly, you tilt your head to meet his gaze, your eyes locking with his with an unspoken understanding. He regards you with a tenderness, something different than before. 

His fingers lightly brush against your cheek, as if reassuring you that the silence, though heavy, isn't uncomfortable. "Are you okay?" His voice is low, rough, carrying more than just the weight of the question.

You nod, your lips curling into a small, uncertain smile as you lean into his touch. "Yeah, are you?" You don't know exactly what you feel, but in this moment, it's enough to be with him like this.

“Better than okay,” he proudly huffs, carefully sliding out of you, keeping aware of your facial expressions. “Stay here.”

He’s climbing off of you and standing up from the bed. His knees buckle a little, forcing the limbs to walk over to a cabinet in the other corner. His dick flapping as it softens makes you chuckle. When he looks over, you hide it with a cough. 

You hear him look for some things through drawers, glancing back over, it’s a rag that he wets under the sink with warm water. He comes back over, carefully opening your legs back up and cleaning up the sticky mess between them. He works gently and slowly, making sure his movements aren’t too hard or fast for you. 

A thought suddenly hits you. 

“Hey…” you take your time sitting up once he’s down, seeing him lick something off the tip of his thumb. “When you said you were jealous earlier, what did you mean?”

“Oh, that?” He leisurely asks, grabbing the water bottle nearby and taking a sip before holding it to your mouth. You oblige. “I meant I was jealous that someone else got to you before I did.”

“O-oh…” he swipes at the water drop at the corner of your mouth. “But…why?”

“Why?” He repeats, chortling. A sudden soft peck is placed on your lips. “Because I’ve seen you interviewing all those people and I’ve  been waiting for my turn. And if you didn’t already notice, I think you’re a very beautiful woman. Inside and out.” He pokes lightly at your thigh. 

You blink, as he’s once again managed to throw you off the railings. 

“So next time don’t bring all…this,” he lazily gestures to your notebook, pencil, and recorder, rolling his eyes. “Just yourself, that cute dress, and a smile. I’ll pick you up for dinner down the street.”

a/n: hope u guys enjoyed this :) i haven't written a smut piece in a while so im not toooo confident about my work in this. anywho, reblogs and comments are apprecaited <3 thank you all!

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Can you do one where the girls clock on that grumpy has identified them as Leah 1 and Lia 2 it's so funny 🤣

one and two | alessia russo x child!reader

cute lil one🙃

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"leah one can you help me tie my shoes?" you asked as you flopped the laces to the side, your mummy not in the room to ask. leah turning around at your request and nodding her head as she came over to start tying your laces.

leah one tapping her leg for you to lift your foot on so she didn't have to kneel down to tie them, her knee still not being fully recovered from her big ouchie.

"single or double knotted?" she paused looking down to you as she stopped at the single knot as you hummed for a minute, "double, then won't come undone"

"good thinking tiny!"

"lia two" you tapped lia on the leg she being the only one left in the changing room, the swiss turning around with a smile as she knelt down to your height.

"what's up tiny?" she asked with a smile as you pointed to your colourful ball that had been hidden on the top of the lockers.

"could you get my ball for me" you said so sweet as lia nodded getting back up and standing on the bench in order to get the colourful ball.

"how'd that end up there?" she handed you the colourful ball back in your hands as you said your thanks you's hugging lia two's leg tightly.

"kyra put it up there" you pouted as lia let out a laugh and a knowing nod of the head. kyra often being on to tease you or playing games with you.

"what she like tiny!"

"leah one why you frowning?" you asked a puzzled look on your face as you looked up at the blonde defender. leah's eyes shifting to you as she straightened up on the pitch.

"the team won, you should be a happy! like ella and mummy!" you pointed over to the two girls who were laughing and smiling as they waved to fans after the international win as leah stood next to you her mouth wide open at your little rant.

"i am happy! see look i'm smilin'" leah smiled at you as you shook your head, leah's smile disappearing just as fast as it came.

"leah one your frowning again!" you giggled at the blondes serious look before rushing off towards your mummy leaving the blonde defender confused as she stood in the middle of the pitch.

"lia two, can you open my juice?" you asked lia as she was sat in the gym doing some rehab for her recent injury keeping her from the final games of the season.

"of course tiny!" lia smiled as you handed her the carton of juice, "do you want the straw in?" lia asked as she held the plastic covered straw in her other hand.

you nodded with a smile as lia poked the straw in the top of the carton in the small hole before handing your juice back you. "thank you lia two!" you said sweetly as you wondered out the room before lia even had a chance to get another word in.

since your first day at arsenal when you met all of the players, most players had their own little nickname that you had assigned them.

pelvova was pavlova. laura was lala. kyra was rara. emily was foxy. lotte was lots. frida was fredo. everyone had there own special name and everyone knew there own name from you.

but nobody seemed to clock on at the nicknames that you had for leah and lia. they all just thought you called them leah and lia.

it was team photo day and the team was all dressed in full kit as they walked to the training pitch where the photo was being took. you wondering along with the team talking with leah as you teased her about her permanent frown.

"leah one you have to smile!" you smiled cheekily, as leah shook her head at your constant teasing. "i do smile, but football is serious" leah defended herself as you tutted at the defender.

"no leah one, football is fun, mummy tells me that before my games" you tell the blonde as she widen your eyes to prove your point. but your mummy was walking behind with beth and kyra who clung to the blondes arm as they walked.

"hang on is tiny calling leah, leah one!" kyra laughed as she heard you jokingly scolded the blonde defender about her lack of smiling. alessia and beth looking at the young australian with a clueless look as both shrugged not having a clue.

"why would she call-"

"hush and listen!"

kyra slapping alessia on the shoulder for her to stop talking as alessia was taken back at the younger girls abrupt words as a chuckle and shake of the head came from beth as the three stayed as quiet as they could hoping to hear you conversation with leah.

"-but leah one it a photo and you have to say cheese and dat makes you smile" you told the blonde as you gave her some advice in maybe how to smile, it being a tradition for leah to just not smile in football pictures.

"there- see! told you!" kyra pointed out as you called leah, leah one a confused look on both beth and alessia's face. more so on alessia's.

"but why" alessia spoke her thoughts aloud as she still was getting shrugs and small i don't know from kyra and beth.

"maybe we just ask tiny?" beth suggested putting the idea out there but alessia shook her head, "no, leah first cause lovie will make up some drastic story if we ask her and we'll not know what to believe!" a small giggle coming from the three, you were known to be quite the chatter box but also quite the story teller.

"le" beth whispered loudly as the team was finally getting to where the team photo was being took, staff members being scatter around trying to direct the players where to go.

leah turning around at the sound of her name, an eyebrow raising as titled her head up in the air for beth to carry on.

"got a question, well less does" beth pointed to the blonde stood next to her as leah's eyes moved to look at alessia.

"have you noticed that lovie is calling you leah one?" alessia asked a a wave of confusion waved over the defenders face but leah ultimately nodded.

"yea' dunno why though you'll have the tiny mastermind herself why she does" leah shrugged before turning as a staff member was calling her name, more than likely telling the girl where to stand.

"lovie, c'mere a minute" your mummy called you over as you were sat on top of the pile of coats and other jackets the team had piled on the ground. you wondering over as your mummy lifted you up into her arms as you sat on her hips.

“i’ve got a question to ask you” your mummy smiled as she tickled you under the chin making you squirm in her arms as a light giggle came from you.

“what- mummy?” you said in between a few giggles.

“who is that there?” your mummy asked as you followed her outstretched free arm that wasn’t holding you up pointing to leah one.

you looked between leah one and your mummy wondering if your mummy was trying to trick you with the question. “that leah one” you said simply.

“leah one?” your mummy repeated the name you had called leah as you nodded.

“yes, cause that’s leah one and then over there is lia two” you said pointing to wally who was stood with kim and manu already in their place for the team photo.

your mummy having a moment of realisation as it made sense now, “ah it’s so you don’t get them mixed up!” you nodding along to what your mummy was saying.

“less come on man, we’re waiting for you!”

alessia quickly placed you back in the floor as you ran back to your seat on top of the all the training jackets, alessia taking her space near beth and leah.

“got my answer! it’s so she doesn’t get the lw’s mixed up. your leah one-“ she pointed to leah as she hummed in realisation.

“and lia is lia two!” beth finished the sentence for alessia as she nodded. the pieces of the puzzle had fell into place now — it all made sense.

“that’s quite clever! might use that myself!”

[kookieskookiejar]

Star Wars AU

Dark Lord Jungkook x Rebellion Rookie Jedi Reader

Synopsis:

When you're captured by The New Order, you were sure the end of your life would come sooner than later, and being a rebellion pandawan, you've accepted death long before it came knocking, and you knew it'd come any time, just not this soon. However, what you didn't expect was to learn how to live under the man everyone fears.

Warnings under the cut!

Warnings: Mild bloodshed, mild slowburn, inaccurate depictions of the star wars universe (I'm sorry, I tried my best 😅), low-key tsundere Jungkook, age gap but both consenting adults, fluff, smut, face sitting, unprotected s*x, ch*king, body worship, Jungkook is a whipped mess ngl.

A/N: DON'T LIKE DON'T READ, SCROLL AND MOVE ON.

The cold cell was almost unbearable, you were obviously not dressed for this, thinking you’d be in Tatooine for a few days for a mission with your master along with the other fellow padawans, and now here you are, surrounded by four concrete walls, not even with your force could you break yourself out, you’re no Luke Skywalker, not even a window in this goddamn cell, not even a water bowl, the paper cup they had given you now drained next to you, your throat parched even though you haven’t spoken a word.

You kick the paper cup out of anger, this wasn’t supposed to happen, if only your master took your advice and ran for it, it was obvious that all of you were outnumbered, especially with him in the equation, you shudder, recalling the chill that ran down your spine, the scene was everyone’s worst nightmare, seeing that red lightsaber glow in the dark, his cape bellowing whilst a sandstorm brews behind because of the engine of his ship.

Lord Jungkook is his name, and he’s the current leader of The New Order, and he’s as ruthless as they come, everyone who used to know him describes him as a cold blooded killer, that he strives to prove himself to be even more cruel than Darth Vader, that he wanted to exceed the image of what was deemed the best, or the worst, depending on your political stance.

You muster up a weak depreciating chuckle, all your life, abandoned by your parents, sacrificing your childhood for the never ending training, and for what? Just to die this fucking soon in a worn down cell.

Your life has no meaning, all that pain and all those sleepless nights for nothing, no one’s going to remember you, you’ll just be another statistic, if you’re lucky enough that is, so many jedis are killed and no one finds out until months later, and that’s if they found the body or someone heard the news through word of mouth.

Before you could spiral any further down, someone unlocks your cell, three stormtroopers march in, heaving you up to your feet.

“Walk, and don’t try anything funny,” the clone demanded, his blaster pointed right at the juncture of your neck.

You don’t know where they’re taking you, every hallway looks the same, the same stark white hallway with lights that are too bright for your eyes, now you know why everyone wears a goddamn helmet here, you’re getting a migraine just from walking these few minutes.

When you finally reach a lift to the top floor, you were surprised by the dark interior, and that’s when you feel it, the same chilling feeling running down your spine, your hairs standing on its ends, immediately scanning your surroundings, looking for a way out.

“Don’t even think about it, walk,” the guard next to you says while the other requests for entrance with the other guard that’s sitting at the reception, the one next to you, stiffens up when those doors slid open.

There, a figure stands with their front facing the windows that show the beautiful red planet at a distance, the planet looking so much smaller from this height.

Jungkook is so much taller from a closer distance, you can see the back of his head, his hair gelled neatly, his helmet perched on the windowsill.

When the troopers leave, he finally turns to look at you, and you stop breathing briefly, not because of his force, but because of how drop dead gorgeous he is, his big piercing eyes stare right into your soul, his face screwed into an emotionless expression, but one thing that you can just tell from his face is that he’s not someone who’d let someone off lightly if he gets pissed off.

“You’re the one who tried to throw that boulder at my face, you’re more powerful than the other padawans” he states, rounding his desk with slow strides, his eyes calculating every micro expression that you refuse to show.

“Why? Hurt your pride?” you asked, sarcasm dripping in your tone, might as well piss him off and have his lightsaber plunged in your abdomen, it’s better to make this death quick.

“No, in fact, you piqued my interest, you’re not like the others, you’re smart, more powerful, I bet you’re not your master’s favourite, you intimidate him too much, I bet, I can offer you so much more,” Jungkook offers, leaning back onto his desk as he watches you with a quirk of his lips, his first expression of the night.

“No thanks, training under you would be even worse than that old man, just kill me like how you probably had the rest of them killed,” you say after a heave of dry laughter, that’s all you could muster up right now.

“It’d be a waste to just kill you, it’d be wasting too much potential, and I promise I’ll reward you generously, I’ll appreciate you more than that old geezer,” Jungkook banters, as if he could just tell from your face that you were treated unfairly under your master, now you know why he’s at the top, when he can’t kill his way up, he sweet talks his way through.

“How do I know you’re not lying?” you ask, pulling the thin jacket closer to your body for warmth, is this guy numb to feeling cold even?

“I won’t, you have my word… isn’t this arrangement better than death?” Jungkook says with a quirk of his brow.

“I thought someone like you would understand that death is better than many things in life in a time like this,” you say, looking into the dark space, gaze faraway, suddenly lost in thought, death feels very welcoming now, after what you've been through, and how there seems to be nothing waiting for you in the future.

You got so used to the feeling of Jungkook’s presence that you didn’t even realise he was next to you until he draped his jacket over your shoulders.

“I see myself in you, I won’t be like your old master, you might be wondering why I’d choose to do this… let’s just say, I don’t want you to end up in worse hands,” Jungkook says with an amusing glimmer in his eyes.

“Aren’t you the worst of them all?” you ask, turning to him, the movement has his scent wafting up your nostrils, and boy doesn’t he smell refreshing against all the desensitised clones and their hard suits.

“To others maybe, but I’m willing to be better towards you, it’s always only been a matter of choice for me,” Jungkook’s nowhere near a good person, but hearing him say this, when his hands are stained with endless bloodshed of his victims; it’s as if he could sense what you’re thinking because he speaks up before you could.

“I only kill those who don’t surrender…half of the time at least,” Jungkook adds after checking the stats at the back of his head, he doesn’t enjoy sugarcoating.

“Fine, but I’m blasting myself out of space with no oxygen if you piss me off,” you don’t why you’re agreeing to his offer when pretty much lost any desire to continue living on this life, it’s a stretch to hope that being on the dark side would be any better, but you’re willing to try, you have nothing to lose afterall.

Training with Jungkook is hard, but you don’t feel as burnt out, maybe it’s also the fact that Jungkook is a busy man, hence training never goes beyond 3 hours, it could be also the fact that you are very well fed here, no more fearing for a lack of supplies or eating beyond your limit when you’re no longer a pandawan under your master who was always on the run with a bunch of other pandawans where everything was stretched thin.

Today is no different, other than the fact that you’re blind folded, you’ve done this before, but you’re definitely no match against the Lord of the dark side of all people.

“You have to focus on the force, don’t be intimidated by my presence, just act like I’m R9F7,” you hear Jungkook say before you hear the robot himself speak up.

“Master, Miss almost took off my entire arm the last time I trained with her!” The robot speaks up in panic.

“Well I’m not you, am I? It’ll take a lot more to take off my arm,” Jungkook says before he deflects the metal stick in your hand, “Good job, you’re doing much better,” Jungkook praises before you manage to catch him again, having managed to pinpoint his presence, a brief sword fight breaks out between the two of you before Jungkook calls for a stop, his nimble fingers taking off your blindfold.

“Good job, you’re dismissed for the day, join me for dinner later, I’ll send R9F7 to fetch you,” Jungkook says before he retreats to the other side of the training room where the gym equipments are at, starting his own training of the day, he never fails to keep his body in its best condition.

“Dinner, with who?” you ask, usually you just eat with everyone else in the canteen where everyone else goes to, there’s not many places to go to on this ship anyways, but you’ve never seen Jungkook go down to have dinner with anyone else, you assume he eats in his own quarters or something.

“Just me, why? I’m not enough for you now, is that it?” Jungkook asks, obviously joking, but you can't read his expression, given that he's currently doing pull ups, his arms and back slightly distracting to you, just the slightest, you tell yourself.

“No! It’s just that, I thought you needed to show up to some event and I needed to show up or something,” you say, thanking R9F7 for fetching you a glass of water.

“I don’t have an audience with anyone yet, maybe in a month’s time, this is just a casual dinner,” Jungkook tells you while he starts doing his archer pull ups, and you’re so glad that damn robot had gone to refill your glass of water, that damn metal head cannot know you’re gawking at the way Jungkook’s arms flex against his weight, muscles rippling while your mouth waters.

“Y-yeah, okay, is there anything else?” you ask after snapping yourself out of that trance that’s stronger than any force.

“No, you’re free to leave if you want to,” Jungkook says, “but you have lessons with Captain Yoongi right?” Jungkook, being the busy man he is, sure is very clear with your schedule.

“Yeah,” you confirm, preparing to take your leave.

“Don’t crash into anymore asteroids, we have limited fighter ships on this ship, when we’re back on base, you can start making more mistakes,” Jungkook reminds you, obviously poking fun at you, if the tone wasn’t obvious enough, the slight upturn of his lips is a giveaway when he drops himself down to face you, you’re slightly taken aback, this is definitely not what most people see when they interact with Jungkook.

“If I’m making more mistakes when we’re back to base then I’m a failure,” you say with a huff after gathering your bearings, recalling all the moments your old master called you that.

“In all of my years of experience, I’ve met many failures, and you’re definitely not one, being bad at something is nature, being bad at fying a ship isn’t the end of the world, I could always get you a droid to do it, you just need to know how to get yourself out of an emergency if the droid isn’t available, it’s not a big deal,” Jungkook says before he finishes his set, the joking tone in his voice gone.

“Don’t worry, I like flying ships, hopefully I won’t need a droid to fly me everywhere, I’ll take my leave, or Captain Yoongi is gonna throw a fit again,” you say before retreating to the door.

“See you tonight,” you hear Jungkook say before you parrot it back to him.

You thought it’d be awkward to have dinner with Jungkook, but it’s going better than you ever imagined. Right now, you’re talking about your day with Captain Yoongi.

“He was like, ‘Kid, I’m not used to teaching someone who I’m not allowed to get mad at, and the fact that I won’t be able to even if I want to, I don’t lash out at women, don’t want my mother to pop in my head and give me a scolding’, then he started cursing at how the force works,” you retell before he breaks into yet another fit of laughter.

“Why did he say that even? What did you do to the old man?” Jungkook asks before he continues cutting into his steak, patiently waiting for you to continue your story.

“I said if you keep sighing you should just let a droid teach me,” you say before Jungkook doubles over, his piece of sliced steak forgotten, and at that moment, you think Jungkook has a pretty smile.

Today, you’re having a bad day, you couldn’t sleep well last night, your insomnia is always worse at the tail end of your menstrual cycle, so you’re naturally feeling really moody today, the sleep deprivation and changing hormones are getting to you.

Unfortunately for you, today you’re starting a new form of training, and it’s said to be hard, Jungkook described this as a form of virtual projection, crazy how a pair of goggles could teleport the two of you to a realistic battle.

You groan when the words ‘defeat’ flash across your sight.

“You need to focus, if you can’t get through this stimulation, how can you survive out there?” Jungkook asks, he doesn’t sound mad, he just sounds…realistic, for a lack of better word.

“Spar me,” Jungkook says before he gets into position.

“We can just do this without the goggles,” you suggest, but get into position anyways, sighing as you do so, this is going to be a long day.

“The wooden sticks are all the way in the gym, come on, just a little bit longer,” Jungkook says, but he could see the way your shoulders drop.

“Start,” Jungkook says before he advances onto you, he knows you’d never make the first move, your fighting style is always more on the defense.

The small stick that’s supposed to imitate your lightsaber hums when it clashes with Jungkook’s in the game, It’s like your body awakens, your brain going into fight mode when you dodge Jungkook’s second attack, planning on striking your leg after he identified that he can’t continue advancing with the first move, and you use the force to propel yourself backwards, your master never likes it when you do that, says it’s a sign of cowardice, but you’re not like the others, you strive for survival, which is why you didn’t think twice before you used the force to throw a rock at Jungkook, which he quickly sliced apart with his lightsaber, a look of bewilderment on his face.

“I had no idea you could do that in here, must be why we need to wear these gloves and weird socks on our legs,” Jungkook says before you see the mischief in his eyes, and that’s when you see it, his hands grasping the air in a similar movement to yours before you see a wrecked ship being hurled towards you.

You did a quick backflip, using the force to lift you in the air higher, landing back on the ground on your two feet.

“Now you’re just showing off,” Jungkook says before he advances onto you again, you deflect his attacks, the red of the imitation weapon glows dangerously close to your body, you would’ve been able to feel the heat of it if the two of you were using real lightsabers.

“Come on, this can’t be the best you can give me,” Jungkook taunts before he reels back and does a quick turn, catching you off guard, and immediately you panic, taking one hand off the stick to summon the force to push him back, sending Jungkook backwards, skidding on one knee to balance himself, before you feel yourself naturally wielding the lightsaber towards Jungkook, and right before you would’ve stabbed him, not that he’d get hurt in the simulation, you stopped, recalling that this is merely training, and that you’re not in actual danger, that Jungkook wouldn’t hurt you.

“You knocked the wind out of me, I had my guard down, but that was good,” Jungkook says as he gets up from his kneeled position.

“Sorry, I lost myself just now,” you said, your hand fidgeting with the stick.

“Don’t worry about it, being immersed in a fight is a good thing,” Jungkook says before he takes the goggles off, “let’s stop here for today, get some rest, you look like you need it,” Jungkook says before he disappears from your view, and you do the same, the virtual warzone disappearing right in front of your eyes.

“Sorry, I didn’t sleep all that well last night, I’ll be better tomorrow,” you say as you pack up the equipment back to where it was.

“Don’t apologise, all of us have bad days, and if it’s too much, you could always let me know, get sufficient rest, I’ll see you tomorrow,” Jungkook says with a comforting smile before he leaves, probably rushing off to a meeting with the council or something.

The first rumble of the spaceship had you jerking awake from the comfort of your bed, bounding out of bed with unsteady footsteps, you hold onto the side of your cabinet to look out your window, and you catch sight of x-wings and their lasers hitting the ship, immediately you start to sway at your feet.

You get dressed as quick as possible before running down to the control centre where you know Jungkook will probably be at by now.

No one questions when you step into the room, and you’ve never seen Jungkook this serious ever since the day you first met him, brows furrowed and his jaw clenched, the situation must not be looking too ideal, but still he senses you when you’re near him, turning away from the panels to look at you briefly.

“Not hurt?” he asks, Captain Yoongi casts a curious glance at his boss, but he remains silent.

“No, the protective shields on my side held up,” you answer, it’s nothing, standard procedure to check if the ship is alright, why did Yoongi find it weird?

Jungkook nods before he turns back to Yoongi, taking note of the situation and how their fighters are doing.

“It’s not ideal, there’s quite a large amount of those fuckers, half of our lasers are down, and the shields are at 40%,” Yoongi informs.

“Tell them to prepare my ship, I’ll handle them myself,” Jungkook says before he turns, preparing to descend down to the flight deck, his cape bellowing at his quick movement, you never liked capes, but you guess it’s tradition for the supreme leaders on the dark side.

“Wait! Alone?” you ask, a sliver of worry blooming in your chest, Jungkook always seemed invincible in your eyes when you only knew him through all the rumours, disregarding him as a person, that he might die, but now that you know him personally, he doesn’t seem as invincible anymore when he's no longer a myth in your head.

“Is that an issue?” Jungkook asks, confusion clear as day on his face, but his tone authoritative, you don’t dare to question him, it’s not your place to do so, especially not in front of everyone, Jungkook lets you get away with a lot of things, but this is probably not one of them.

“No, not an issue,” you say before letting go of his arm, and when he walked out, you could immediately see the tension in the people’s shoulders drop.

“He’s gonna be fine, kid, he’s got a reputation after all, he earned that through all the blood on his hands,” Yoongi reminds you before he gets back to his job, typical of your other mentor, he’s never the type to communicate more than what’s enough.

You stand idle as you watch the chaos unfold, Jungkook’s ship easily distinguishable by the additional purple streaks he had them installed when he didn’t like how his ship isn’t all that different from the others.

It swerves and dodges the x-wings’ lasers, zooming past the slower ones that got distracted by the other tie-fighters with a blast from his blasters attached to his ship, the red lasers dashing past, making contact with the jets before it blows up.

Every time he flies too fast and close to the exploding ships, you fear his ship is the one getting blown up.

The tension in your own shoulders drops slightly when you could see that the empire is winning with the dwindling numbers of ships.

“Fuck,” Yoongi curses, but before you could ask why, you see it, a large rebel mothership emerges from a lightspeed portal, surrounded by more x-wings.

“We need more people out there! Deploy the remaining teams!” Yoongi shouts into the intercom system.

“How are the stakes looking now, Cap?”you ask as you watch, then you feel it, the tremor of the bond, the one that you thought would never be established between you and Jungkook, the ‘force’ bond that establishes between a master and a padawan, you can feel how stress he is, his anger sizzling through the air that only you can feel in this room.

“Not very good, it’s going to need a lot of our firepower to take out the mothership,” Yoongi tells you before he barks more orders at the people around him, directing them on how to take down the mothership with the bigger blasters attached to the ship.

Suddenly, a staff let out a gasp of alarm.

“Captain, one of main blasters are jammed, we were supposed to use it to blow out the mothership, at least to deter it before we decide to hyperspace jump if needed,” the man said, but he immediately clams up when he sees how dark Yoongi’s face had gotten significantly darker.

“And there’s no way to fix it?” Yoongi asks, his fists balled at his sides.

“The droid that is supposed to fix that section of the ship got damaged by a stray laser from the battle going on nearby,” the woman next to the man explains, you can sense the overwhelming amount of fear emitting from the two of them, the rest of the staff’s emotions peaking as well.

“I can defend myself out there, tell me how to fix it,” you ask the man, the poor guy not knowing how to respond at first, expecting the pandawan of Lord Jungkook to be just as brutal as the man himself, but before the man could answer to your demands, Yoongi speaks out immediately.

“No, if anything happens to you, Jungkook would have someone’s head,” Yoongi explains, arms crossed against his chest, his eyes stern.

“Well, if we die, he would have no heads to behead so…” you remind Yoongi, rocking on your heels, you know he’d budge, Yoongi is a man of logic, and he always says he isn’t paid enough to be this stressed out about this job.

“Fine, don’t you dare die,” Yoongi warns you before he delves right into the logistics of what went wrong and how to fix it.

“I’m serious kid, don’t you dare fucking die, kid,” Yoongi warns one last time as he helps you with the oxygen mask and oxygen tank.

“Make sure you don’t damage the hose from your tank, there’s a spare tank under hatches where the ship is marked red if you run out, a red flash would keep appearing if there’s a leak or if the oxygen levels start getting low,” Yoongi reminds you one last time.

“I know I know, Cap, you’ve told me so many times I’ve lost count on how many times you repeated this,” you joke as you try to cope with your nerves.

“Okay, I’ll be watching you from here, don’t get out of sight,” was the last thing Yoongi said before you stepped into the escape hatch area before the doors opened and the sight of the on-going battle greets you without any barriers, goosebumps rise on your skin when you take the first step into zero gravity.

Immediately your feet were jerked to stick to the surface of the ship, the magnetic shoes work at least, you think to yourself.

Following Yoongi’s directions, you quickly located the main blaster that was stuck.

However, before you could remove the debris that had the blaster stuck underneath its hatch, you caught the attention of a x-wing that had just took down a few tie fighters, and immediately it fires at your direction, the shield is still up, but you’re not part of the ship, you’d get strike down instantly, and so you did what your fight or flight response told you to do, and that was to roll away before your hand shoots out to jerk the ship away, but sadly, due to its weight, the ship barely moved, it was onto you again once you were back on your two feet.

The x-wing was coming onto you quick, diving down to where you stood, and you let the force guide you, doing a flip to get out of its way before your hand quickly retrieves your lightsaber that was strapped to your space suit to strike the wing of the x-wing, a huge chunk of the wing was chopped off and the ship goes skidding behind you before it comes crashing against the exterior of the control room, the ship blows up but the mothership is unscathed due to the shield barrier surrounding the ship.

A tremor goes through your body when you see Jungkook’s personal ship in your peripheral vision, you can feel the worry in the bond the both of you share, you don’t dwell on his reaction, quickly getting on your feet to fix the blaster as soon as possible, finally getting it unstuck.

Jungkook’s ship makes its way near you again, and you think he’s going to give you a quick ride back to the docking area, but before he could do so, you see a few ships tailing his, coming a little too close to comfort to where both you and Jungkook are situated, an ambush, a flurry of red and white chasing the lone black ship, the rebellion are really eyeing every opportunity to have Jungkook dead.

It was instinctual, you were raised to not have any fear, to die for the cause, even though you weren’t all that dedicated to any of the sides you have been on, but Jungkook is Jungkook, he’s not a side, and you don’t understand why you’re risking your life for him, but it just felt right when you harness all the force in your being to constrain the three ships together, the one in the middle exploding from the pressure while the other two begin to catch fire from the damage, the damage must’ve caught Jungkook’s attention, because before you felt all the energy fade from your body, you see his ship turn its back to you, flashes of red lasers are the last thing you see before your body slumps, your vision blacking out to fade into darkness.

Soft, to the point of being close to what you imagine sleeping on a cloud would feel like, is this how death feels like? So all the jedi afterlife world was complete bullshit? Not surprised, you always thought those jedis that claim to see their dead masters were all in such dire and desperate situations that they started having hallucinations.

But then you feel it, the receptors at the tips of your fingers, the smooth sheets under your palm, you’re alive, then you feel yourself jolting out of bed when your eyes pry themselves open in surprise, a gasp leaving your chest as you sit up.

“Miss is awake! I’ll fetch Lord Jungkook immediately!” you hear the voice of a droid say before the sound of the doors opening and closing reaches your ears.

Another droid dashes to tend to you, checking your pulse, your vision, and brain activity.

“Everything seems to be normal, miss, do you need me to fetch you anything?” the droid asks.

“You’re dismissed, I need to get ready for Jungkook’s arrival,” you say before you decide to power off the droid yourself, you're never too comfortable with droids anyways.

You quickly dash to your bathroom to wash up, change and comb your bird nest of hair, god forbid you let anyone see you like this.

When you come out of your bathroom, you spot Jungkook standing next to the droid, the droid rattling off your stats like it’s listing out a list of resources the ship needs when it lands for a refill.

“You shouldn’t have turned him off, what if you fainted in the bathroom?” Jungkook asks, turning to you after the droid was done with the updates.

“I was overexerted from using all that force, all that sleep got me feeling more refreshed than ever, he said I slept for two days straight,” you nod at the droid’s direction.

“Force exertion is the equivalent to getting a serious injury,” Jungkook says as his eyes scan your face for any signs of pain or discomfort, his hand reaches up to feel your forehead, if those doe eyes won’t be the death of you, that hand will be, you thought to yourself mindlessly before the rational part of your brain scolds you and tells those voices to shut up.

When Jungkook finally deemed you alright, the gentleness in his eyes disappeared.

“What were you thinking out there?! You could’ve gotten yourself killed!” Jungkook bursts out, the cold gaze he usually reserves for others now directed to you, but instead of cowering in fear in silence like others, you’re taken aback by that tone directed at you, never once has he ever reprimanded you this way, not even when you were first taken in as hostage, but you’re never the type to back down when a man raises his voice at you.

“Well, maybe I wanted to die! I was ready to die back when I first got here anyways!”

Jungkook is rarely ever speechless, this is the first time you’ve seen him flabbergasted, and in the worst way possible, you've never felt his wrath on you, the effect making your hairs stand on its ends.

“Did you still want to die? All this time? Even after being under my care?” Jungkook asks, his tone deadly, even if you were deaf, you’d be able to feel it through the force.

“I..” but before you could explain yourself out of the situation, or try to help him understand what you're uncertain you're even feeling yourself, you see the familiar bright sliver of his dagger, the one that you know he keeps by his side as a last means of defense, a weapon that is perfectly deadly in the hands of someone with the force.

You quickly dodge out of the way, summoning the force beneath your feet to elevate yourself, the dagger touching the tip of your feet, you're fast on your feet, on defense, but Jungkook has always been quick on offence, it's why the two of you work so well, the sound of a twang sounds behind you when the dagger etches into the wall, just the tip, before it lands on the metal floor.

“Stop defending yourself if you just want to die!” Jungkook bellows before he comes storming towards you, the blazing red glow of his lightsaber emitting off his sharp features.

At this moment, you don't want to die, you don't want to die seeing Jungkook angry, you don't want to die knowing that you had disappointed him, and so you draw your own lightsaber, quickly deflecting his own, the lasers deflecting sparks off each other, your lightsabers a contrast with one another, Jungkook’s being a shade of dark red, and yours being a faint shade of rogue, his eyes widen at the familiar colours, hesitation flickers across his face, and that's when you make your move, summoning force to your forefront to send Jungkook thumbling a few steps backwards while you catch your breath.

“I don't know how I want to live my life yet! I haven’t phased out from the life I led before you picked me up,” you say, your eyes downcast, you don’t know how to face him, in your defence, that’s the harsh truth, you were always wishing to leave, to get out, but you didn’t think that day would actually come until it did, and now you’re lost, all your life, you’ve been drifting aimlessly, a tree without roots, you don’t know your origins, you don’t know your future, and coming to terms to that in front of a person who probably has everything figured out is…shameful.

You finally look up from where your eyes were previously trained on the rough grip you had on the staff of your lightsaber, even though you could feel Jungkook’s hostility decreasing through the feel of the force, you know he isn’t entirely not angry, and your suspicions are confirmed when you’re greeted by the sight of his locked jaw and cold eyes, his lips still set in a thin line, but his lightsaber is switched off.

“I offered you the position of succeeding me, but you won’t take it, I was paving you a path, a way to live your life, you just have to say yes,” Jungkook looks at you, now with more warmth in his eyes, hopeful, but you can’t, you can’t promise him and yourself something that you’re so uncertain of.

“I’m not sure I have the capabilities to lead as well as you, and I’m not sure if that’s the life I want to live, I’m sorry, Jungkook,” you might as well be honest, it’s manipulative to lead him on just for the sake of the benefits of living here, under the protection of the new order and Jungkook, and if he wishes to end your life right here, then he has every right to.

“You disappoint me,” Jungkook mutters before he turns his back to leave the room, leaving you wondering if maybe you should’ve just said yes to appease him, or that maybe death is a better fate than disappointing the person who you actually sort of look up to.

Later in the day, you don’t see Jungkook, everyone’s busy with packing to get ready to return to base, a first for you, you didn’t even know where you would’ve been staying until a droid came over to tell you that it would be responsible for escorting you to your new quarters.

When you finally arrive, you’re greeted by the sight of a healthy green planet, you were quick to get off, with your limited belongings, the droid enthusiastically escorting you to your new quarters, which turns out to be a large unit within the base.

“Everything’s been modelled to suit the aesthetic you had picked prior, miss, the fridge is stocked, heating is available, running water is available, heated water as well, I was also advised to stock up your wardrobe, everything is according to the measurements you sent, and whatever daily necessities you may need, miss, when things run out, just type in what you need in the tablet available by your bedside, miss,” the droid explains with wide gestures and quick steps to show where everything is.

“Thank you, you’re dismissed, I won’t be needing anything else,” you say with a curt bow, to which the droid returns.

“Before I leave, here’s your keycard, miss, but you can use the facial recognition system which can be turned off in the settings panel as well, no one can come into your room without authorisation, so don’t worry about anyone barging into your room, miss, that is all, miss, have a good rest, miss,” the droid says before finally stepping out the door.

So this is where you’ll be staying when you’re not travelling, you look around with a huff, it is nice, but you’ve never lived in such a spacious place before, being on the run meant you had to sleep in tight places with someone in your personal space, maybe you’re a greedy bitch for wanting the luxuries that come with being Jungkook’s pandawan without accepting the duties that come with it, should you leave? Will he kill you if you do? With all the secrets you know, he probably will…this is a deadend for you.

A few days have passed since arriving to base and Jungkook and you have this cold war going on, you’ve only seen him in passing, he hasn’t scheduled a lesson ever since the confrontation, and maybe it’s a good thing, maybe he needs more time to think of what to do with you, in all honesty, you wouldn’t mind just being one of his fighters, at least you’ll get to stay.

There was a sudden fanfare today when you were out for lunch, you got to know what when the waitress sees you looking confused in your spot, watching the soldiers lining up outside a ship.

“You must be new here, that’s Lord and Lady Kim, they’re close friends with Lord Jungkook, dear, they’re the only few that know of this location and can freely travel in and out of base,” she explains before scurrying away when someone flags for her attention. You quickly finish up your food and return to the main building, it’s best to return in case you’re needed for whatever.

Celebrations were still ongoing when you got back, hopping off your hover car and quickly thanking the droid who works in the valet service.

You ask around to find out that the main celebrations are taking place in the grandhall, where major events are held and important announcements are made, which means the waitress was telling the truth about Lord and Lady Kim being very closely affiliated with Jungkook.

You’ve never seen the grandhall being decorated to the nines, so when the droids open the doors for you, you’re surprised by the grandeur decorations spanning the entire room, even the serving droids look freshly waxed, handing out food and champagne to everyone on shiny platters.

You spot Captain Yoongi a few feet away, nursing a glass of whiskey by himself.

“Hey, do you know them personally?” you ask when Yoongi sees you.

“Kind of yeah, but I’m not one of those kiss-assers,” Yoongi jokes with a jerk of his head to where the crowd is gathered, probably where Lord and Lady Kim are.

“You should say hi at least, be a good friend, cap,” you joke.

“The fact that I’m here is already a reach, I could be taking a nap right now and waited until the dinner to see them,” he retrots, finishing his glass before flagging down a droid for another glass, the two of you watching the people silently, if there’s anything the two of you can definitely get by, it’s people watching, or for Yoongi, people judging.

A few minutes later, the crowd finally parts, and everyone can see why, Jungkook has arrived and has gone straight for the couple, when the crowd parts, so does who you think is Lord Kim and Lady Kim, both of them tall in stature with kind smiles on their faces, you avert your gaze to the side and that's when you see him, Jungkook, saying something to Lord Kim, but when he feels your gaze on him, he diverts his attention to your direction, immediately his eyes harden at the sight of you.

“That's my cue to leave, cap,” you say before quickly downing the rest of your glass.

“Are you seriously going to avoid him forever?” Captain Yoongi asks with a scoff, “you and I both know he's never going to come around, so don't be the stubborn one, kid, he's way more stubborn,” he says, and you know what he means by that, Jungkook has an ego that comes with his reputation after all.

“I just need to figure some things out and so does he, I'm gonna go now, don't miss me too much,” you say before quickly sneaking away.

“Mind telling me who's the young lady that's got you so riled up yet you have no plans of killing her?” Namjoon asks his long time friend, Jungkook is like a younger brother to him at this point if he was being honest, so of course he's intrigued by Jungkook acting this way, a first in the many years he's known him since they were children.

“She's my pandawan, but she rejected my offer of having her lead the new order after me,” Jungkook mutters with disappointment before downing his glass, welcoming the burn of the alcohol down his throat.

“She's not that young though, do you plan on retiring early?” Namjoon asks with a shock, his wife, Sejin is intrigued as well, Jungkook isn't the type to hand over power so quickly based on their understanding of their dear friend.

“She's still many years younger than me, I could still take on another pandawan, or she could, was my initial plan, no one else had piqued my interest like she did, everyone else lacks in talent,” Jungkook explains.

“So you're mad she doesn't want to be your successor? Then you should just dismiss her as pandawan, you can always find a new one” Namjoon suggests with a dismissive wave of his hand, but Sejin could tell something was bothering him and that her husband's dismissive suggestion isn't something Jungkook wants to hear.

“Maybe you can keep her as your right hand woman, not everyone wants to be a leader, Jungkook,” she suggests, and from the way she could see you standing there in silence instead of socialising with the rest of the crowd, she could just tell you have no desire to lead an entire nation.

“Quite out of character for you to not kill her once she told you that,” Namjoon notes, which earns a swat on the arm by his wife, she doesn't want someone dying out of her husband's silly suggestion of all things, they did leave behind this life to lead a peaceful one, and that means as less bloodshed as possible, even indirectly.

“I wanted to, but I couldn't,” Jungkook says without further elaboration as he notes that you have already left the hall.

Namjoon and his wife share a look between themselves when they see the little bits of forlorn on his face that aren't obvious to others.

After a long day of training with R9F7 and practice flying a ship with Captain Yoongi, you felt tired and in dire need of a nap after a shower. When you had finally woken up, you thought of heading down the dining hall for dinner, but a small bouquet of flowers by your doorstep had you stopped in your tracks.

Miffed by the sight of it, you quickly look around to see who left it there, but noting that it's dinnertime now, chances of the person delivering the flowers having left long ago are quite high, so you bring it back in to read the note.

Written in what you presume is the florist’s handwriting, due to how neat it is, is an address, time, and a table reservation number for the restaurant listed.

You quickly change as you debate on whether you should go, whoever sent it is probably quite high in ranking to know which unit you stay, and is probably not someone that is against the order, since your living quarters have high security levels, so who sent those flowers?

Fuck it, you think to yourself, you're perfectly capable of protecting yourself, you reassure yourself as you pull on a dress and a brand new coat, you've never dressed up before, it was merely a fibble dream back then, to think you'd be able to live a stable life of riches and be adorned in the finest silks if you're willing to fight for a greater cause, you scoff at the thought of your old perceptions on life, no one would be able to afford such a life through justice, at least not anywhere in the near future, not as long as Jungkook exists.

Before you left your unit, you quickly strap your lightsaber on your thigh, just in case, you thought to yourself.

You summon R9F7 to drive your hover car, just in case you want to drink during or after the meal, depending on if the person you're meeting is someone you deem you should be weary of.

When you get to your destination, you quickly pat down your hair, maybe you should consider getting a hood installed on your hover car, you think to yourself as you tell R9F7 that he's free to walk around if he wants after he dropped you off.

Heading to the restaurant, you immediately walked up to the employee situated at the front of the property, noting that this place must be expensive if there's service right outside the restaurant and you also see two security droids in place.

“Reservations only, miss,” the waiter informs you without looking up from his tablet, seemingly uninterested in servicing you.

You state the reservation number for him and that's when he finally looks up.

“Please, right this way, miss,” he says as he gestures the droids to open the door, the gust of warm air providing a sense of comfort, until you see how fancy it is on the inside, velvet carpeting with intricate designs, customers dressed fancily, crystal chandeliers hanging from high ceilings, and cutlery that look more like fine jewellery in your eyes, but that's when you notice the stares and the whispers amongst the diners, they must've realised you're not a regular.

“That's the Dark Lord's pandawan, I saw her at the welcome ceremony of the Kims’ that day,” you catch someone saying, loud enough for someone with the force to hear.

You seriously hope no one recognises you in your seating area, you think to yourself before you finally come to a stop at a more secluded area, and the person waiting for you was none other than Lady Kim herself.

“It's nice to finally meet you, I'm not sure if you saw me that day during the welcoming ceremony, I'm Sejin, I've been friends with Jungkook for a long time, but my husband, Namjoon, is much closer to him. I thought I'd take this opportunity to get to know you, now that we're back for a visit, my husband is busy with catching up with his old friends, so I thought I'd take this chance to get to know you first, we're both women after all,” Lady Kim says as she stands up to shake your hand, gesturing you to take the seat in front of her.

“It's nice to meet you, Lady Kim, but I'm not sure why you would want to meet me of all people,” you say honestly, you would've understood if you met under formal circumstances, like being introduced by Jungkook as his pandawan, not in such a private situation, not even on base grounds.

“I wanted to meet you, you're Jungkook’s pandawan after all, being Jungkook’s close friend, I think it's normal to want to meet his pandawan,” she replies as she flags down a waiter to pour you a glass of wine identical to hers.

Gears turn in your head as you try to read the woman in front of you, after being under Jungkook, you've learned that people usually have the worst intentions and assumptions towards you, so you've grown to be cautious with strangers.

“I just thought we would've waited until our formal introduction with Lord Jungkook, but I have no qualms about meeting you for this dinner, Lady Kim,” you explained, not wanting to come off as hostile or reluctant to meet her, you don't want to offend her, especially given the fact that she seems almost like family to Jungkook.

“Please, just call me Sejin, Lady Kim makes me sound so old, and thank you so much for meeting me, sorry for not informing earlier, I was worried you wouldn't be willing to meet me if you had known,” she explains, her expression apologetic, but you understand where she's coming from, you don't like people knowing you're Jungkook’s pandawan either, they always have a bad perception of you.

“I wouldn't have minded, Lady Kim,” you quickly reply, still not forgoing the honorific, but she quickly amends you, chastising you in a lighthearted manner to not call her by her title.

“How old are you, darling? You look so young,” she remarks as the first two dishes are being laid on the table, you sure hope she didn't order too much, or anything too exotic, you weren't familiar with what people on the dark side eat until just a few months ago, there's still many things you've never tried.

“I'm 21,” you say before thanking Sejin for putting food on your table, even the ham looks fancier than usual in this restaurant.

“Oh my, you must've been so young when you were taken in by your first master,” Sejin exclaims, chopsticks hanging idly between her fingers when she registers what you said.

“I was trained under a jedi master before Jungkook,” you answer honestly, but albeit, hesitant, your loyalty lies with Jungkook, but you know the whispers of some of his men, how you're unworthy because you used to be under the rebellion.

“Darling, you don't have to be ashamed about your past, in fact, I was trained in a rebellion academy too,” Sejin says, which has your eyes going as wide as saucers.

“It wasn't the main rebellion base, just a small academy started by an old master who takes in orphaned kids who were blessed by the force but too old to be enrolled in the official academy, I was to be killed the day the dark forces found the base, but Namjoon pleaded his master, also Jungkook’s master at the time, to give me a chance to live and prove myself worthy, so that's how I met Namjoon and Jungkook, Jungkook was still so young at the time, time flew by so fast after we left, in a blink of an eye, he now has now his own pandawan,” Sejin says with a sigh, nostalgia heavy in her tone, but she seems happy about the way her life turned out too.

“Why did you and Namjoon leave?” you couldn't help but ask, sitting up straighter, engrossed in Sejin’s life story.

“I wanted a life beyond all this, I felt like growing up, from the moment I was abandoned at war, picked up by my old master and met Namjoon, I felt like all I did was training for something that I didn't feel passion for, Namjoon felt like he was doing it out of obligation as well, especially being the oldest one, he was expected to lead the New Order, but Jungkook took over instead when our old master died, he was always the one that's more passionate about leading the New Order, so Namjoon and I decided to leave, start a life for ourselves, to see the universe. So I understand if you have no desire to follow Jungkook’s footsteps, I've been at such a crossroad too, but I think he didn't receive the news all that well because maybe a part of him still feels like he was abandoned by Namjoon and I,” Sejin explained.

“I'm sorry you had to go through so much at such a young age,” you know how hard it is, having experienced it first hand, but you know she must've had it even harder, Jungkook treats you as an equal despite being his pandawan, but you're sure their old master, being someone of more traditional upbringing, couldn't have treated them as well.

“It's fine, it's been so long, I've moved on quite alright, but I just want to let you know, I'm here to offer you a chance to leave this all behind too, Namjoon and I never had any children, nor do we plan to, since we always move around in fear of being caught or killed, we talked and decided that if you ever want to live with us, we welcome you with open arms,” Sejin offers with sincerity in her eyes, you can see the moisture in them, and you know where she's coming from, she sees herself in your life story too.

“Thank you so much for giving me the chance to leave with you, but I can't leave Jungkook, my loyalties lie with him, he saved my life and I'll always be grateful to him, I can't imagine myself not being under his servitude,” you decline politely, if it wasn't Jungkook you would've taken up on her offer, but you don't have any aspirations other than protecting the one who saved you from your miserable life, even if he demands to have you killed, you wouldn't have any qualms.

“Jungkook saved my life, if he wants me to hand over my life for not following his footsteps, then that's a price I'm willing to pay,” you elaborate further before sighing, you've sealed your fate since the day you accepted his offer, and you always keep your word.

“Darling, he's not going to kill you for not taking over his place, if he wanted to kill you he would've done so long ago, I know I might be prying, but I feel like there's another reason for wanting to stay by his side, do you perhaps hold affection towards Jungkook?” Sejin asks with a knowing smile on her face, not a sliver of judgement, but you feel like you've been gobsmacked by the force in its entirety.

“I wouldn't even dare dream of such a thing, goodness,” you say with a weak chuckle, quickly distracting yourself with your drink, taking a quick sip, you would've downed the whole thing, but that would make you look ridiculous.

Thankfully the food has finally arrived, temporarily diverting both of your attention.

“I won't question you further, there are some things you need figuring out yourself,” she says before she plates some food onto your plate with a knowing smile on her face.

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“I saw your pandawan leaving base all dressed up when I was on my way here,” Namjoon brings up midway through dinner at Jungkook’s chambers.

The man across from him immediately stops chewing on his steak, the force around them strumming in suspense, even without the force, they would've felt the hostility in the air even if they can't see the hardened expression on Jungkook’s face.

“Maybe it's just a friend,” Namjoon says offhandedly, and then Jungkook stiffens up, instantly he lets go of his hold on the force, but Namjoon is used to this sort of suffocation, he had to deal with teenage Jungkook after all.

“It doesn't matter,” Jungkook brushes off, resumes cutting his steak, but with a new sense of vigour, the knife scratching the surface of the plate.

“You can't lie to me, Jungkook, need I remind you we grew up together?” Namjoon teases, but he's still concerned, he's never seen his friend invested in something other than his work, “You need to tell her how you feel,” Namjoon advises, though he knows what Jungkook is thinking when he sees the clench of his jaw, and just as Namjoon predicted, Jungkook refutes immediately.

“That's my pandawan we’re talking about,” Jungkook deadpans, staring down at his long time friend.

“I know, just because I'm in my forties, doesn't mean I'm hard of hearing, and just because you're in your 30s, doesn't mean you're an old man, she's only in her 20s, that's not very far apart,” Namjoon explains, because he knows what Jungkook’s mindset is right now, he thinks he's too old for you.

“Don't be ridiculous, she's in her early twenties, she deserves someone her own age, not me,” Jungkook protests with an agitated sigh before he downs the rest of his whisky, the droid immediately refilling his glass, as dutiful as ever, but maybe out of fear too.

“Why are you so against the idea of being with your pandawan? She's an adult, what are you scared of? Definitely not what other people might say. Are you scared you might take advantage of her?” Namjoon retorts to elicit a reaction out of Jungkook, and it's instant.

“I would cut off my own arm before I would even think of doing anything without her permission,” Jungkook says with the force omitting from Jungkook’s body in waves, the droid at the side quietly scoots away from his previous spot closer to Jungkook.

“Then why are you so against the idea of being romantically involved with her?” Namjoon questions with a gentle tone, he's gotten his point across, he doesn't need to press further, Jungkook is in denial, but nowhere near dumb, he just wanted to know why his dear friend is torturing himself by denying his own feelings, but if he won't tell him now, he'll just have to try his best to pry later.

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The forest stands intimidating as the winds howl and the trees waver under its force, the sound of leaves rustling a familiar tune for Jungkook and Namjoon.

“Can't believe we didn't do this the last time you came back,” Jungkook says as he watches the scenery with a fond nostalgia.

“Didn't know you'd still fancy hunting this much, after so many years of being the Dark Lord,” Namjoon muses with a shake of his head, but he'd ought to know better, Jungkook always had a sense of childlike adventure and a hunger for a challenge, it's why he enjoys what he does.

“Hunting creatures sometimes trains my wits more than hunting people, people are getting more stupid by the day,” Jungkook says before he orders a trooper to open the weapon crate, “Weapon of choice? I'll let you pick since you're my hyung,” Jungkook says before he walks aside to let Namjoon take a look.

Namjoon digs around, uninterested, until he finds a rod shaped weapon, with a click of a button, it unfolds itself into a spear.

“Always have an eye for the unconventional ones,” Jungkook mutters but laments, picking up another spear from the crate.

“That's what makes things fun, Jungkook, gotta keep you on your toes, that's what I'm here for on this boring planet,” Namjoon says before he takes off into the forest, the familiar scent of the trees greeting him like a warm hug.

The sun is nowhere near setting, but in this forest, the rays are blocked by the thick trees overhead. However, Jungkook isn't worried about the darkness, he's trained to see through the force instead of his vision, the force to users as skilled as Jungkook, is like touching the fabric of existence, able to map out every obstacle around him like a physical map.

He hasn't gone hunting ever since the last time he did it with Namjoon, but the forest doesn't feel the same since then, it's too empty. Jungkook hasn't felt a creature other than some bugs for miles, which is an odd occurrence for a forest that he knows is abundant with wildlife.

Something feels terribly off, and he hates that feeling, especially when it's happening on home base.

Instead of trekking for animals, he's now feeling the force for Namjoons's whereabouts, but he must've walked further away from him to have a better chance of higher numbers, he isn't on Jungkook’s radar anymore, and communication doesn’t work in this forest, they did agree to meet back out in an hour's time, but his gut tells him to not dwell.

Suddenly, he feels footsteps, lots of them, then he registers it, a stampede, and it's coming his way.

Creatures he's all too familiar with, even the more ferocious ones, are chasing the tail of some small creatures, but not as predators, because Jungkook can sense the fear in all the creatures in the stampede.

Jungkook immediately summons the force to jump onto a high branch, perched on a higher ground to observe what's happening below, he still can't see nor feel the creature that caused this stampede, but he knows it must be ragesome for it to trigger a stampede in the forest, and he has a sinking feeling that it isn't native.

Then he feels it, a thrumming in the force, a disturbance, but a familiar strum has Jungkook on alert, Namjoon is close, but he's miffed by the fact that both the creature and Namjoons's presence are ascending his way simultaneously.

By now Jungkook doesn't need to use the force to keep track of the creature, the whole forest is shaking from the weight of its heavy footfalls.

Lo and behold, there he sees it, a green 10 feet tall reptile on all fours, huffing and shaking its head, clung onto his neck is no other than Namjoon himself, trying his hardest to hold on for his life while he tries to stab the creature with the spear that acts more like a sharp stick against this monster.

Jungkook has no idea where this creature came from or why his hyung is on its back, but he's damn sure he isn't going to let Namjoon die in the jaws of this monster.

“Joon! Get off its back!” Jungkook shouts from the top of his lungs, getting the attention of his hyung, thankfully, he heard him or felt his intentions through the force, and so he leaps off its back to the side, rolling to safety.

Jungkook descends from his spot from the branch, summoning the force to cease the creature in its tracks by exuding pressure in front of it, acting as a temporary barrier.

The creature’s weight has Jungkook skidding back a few steps, shaking its head, confused as to why there's something in its way despite not seeing any physical obstacle, but then its eyes zero in on Jungkook’s figure a few feet away, and with a mighty roar that showcases its sharp teeth, it decides to pounce on Jungkook, but Jungkook once again stops it with his force before he wields his lightsaber purely with the force, calling it from where he laid it out for safekeeping right outside the forest, thankfully they've moved closer to the forest clearing, Jungkook was planning on ending it once and for all by plunging the weapon into its throat, however, the creature had unfortunately caught sight of Jungkook’s lightsaber, and with a swish of its tail, albeit with a wail of pain from the burn of the saber, the lightsaber is smashed to pieces, distracted by his prized weapon destroyed right in front of his eyes, Jungkook was was nearly bitten by the creature if Namjoon hadn't used the force to pull him out of the way.

“Fuck, did you bring your lightsaber?” Jungkook asks.

“No, I didn't expect we'd come across anything that needed one,” Namjoon says before he advances onto the monster once again, with the spear in hand, he leaps onto the monster’s neck once more, angering it.

“Try to strike its eyes out!” Namjoon suggests, and with a sigh, Jungkook follows suit, trying his best to balance with the aid of the force, Jungkook tries to get the spear into its throat, but the reptile's strong scales wouldn't budge, protecting itself like an armour.

“The spear isn't strong enough to penetrate its scales, if we blind it, we might be able to find its weak spot on its underbelly,” Namjoon informs Jungkook, to which the latter nods, trying his best to weaken its sight, but things prove to be tough since the monster is trying its hardest to shake them off like they're merely pesky flies.

Jungkook hopes they'll get out of this alive.

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An insistent throbbing in the back of your head rouses you from your nap, immediately you can tell something’s wrong, and that something being Jungkook, you're not sure how it works, but having a force bond with someone is like an invisible string, and the throbbing at the back of your head is similar to a thread being yanked on, beckoning you for help, even if the person in danger didn't specifically asked for you.

You quickly get dressed and grab your hoverboard, you shouldn't be riding it in hallways, but the route from your unit to Jungkook’s unit is quite near, some staff did give you the side eye, but you needed to be quick.

“Droid, where's Lord Jungkook?” you ask the droid standing guard as you skid to a stop in front of Jungkook’s unit.

“Lord Jungkook has went hunting with Lord Kim in the forest, miss, would you like to schedule an appointment to meet with Lord Jungkook after he comes back?” the droid asks, but you have taken off in a haste once you knew of his location.

After zooming through the hallways with many apologies given, you finally reach the entrance of the forest, and gathered around an empty clearing are five storm troopers.

“Lord Jungkook is in danger, I need all of you to follow me into the forest,” you ordered, all of them scrambled to their feet, but the leader, the one with a red graphic print on their shoulder pad remains seated.

“With all due respect, miss, but we were ordered to await Lord Jungkook’s arrival back from the forest, and given Lord Jungkook’s capabilities, I doubt he is in any danger,” they dismissed.

“Are you questioning my authority and capability of wielding the power of the force?!” you question with a flick of your wrist, the trooper is being tossed high up into the air, screaming on top of their lungs before they begin apologising and pleading for your forgiveness.

“Miss, look, there's birds flying out in flocks from that direction,” another trooper informs you, so you quickly let the trooper down and hop on your hoverboard.

“I sent all of you my tracking so you can follow my lead, call backup as well,” you say before taking off into the direction of where the commotion was at.

You've been in the forest many times to train alone, but you've never delved into the thick of it like this before, where the trees are more dense from one another.

You try feeling your way through the forest as well as following Jungkook’s energy force like a beacon, but one thing for sure, there's definitely something that doesn't belong in the forest, you can sense its immense size sticking out like a sore thumb amongst the other creatures.

When you reach a clearing, you see the monster in its entirety, its eyes blazing, mad that Jungkook and Lord Kim are trying their best to deter it in its path by blocking its vision, though, you can tell they're trying their best to injure it.

“Jungkook get out of the way!” you shout from the top of your lungs as you summon your knives, the knives flying through the air with the power of your force, Jungkook dodges right before the knives are impaled into its left eye, roaring at the pain, and also distracted, you used this chance to take it down, your lightsaber alight before you took off, summoning the force to give you a boost to your jump, stabbing the lightsaber into its neck before you let the force of gravity do its thing, slicing its neck all the way down.

You jump back when the blood of the creature starts to spray out in jets, but in doing so, you miss the snap of its jaw, you feel a familiar hand reach out to grab you before the creature could have your life one last time, you were pushed away, a loud curse reaches your ear, you look back to see Jungkook throwing a spear with all his might into the monsters jaw, the creature whimpers at the unexpected pain, before it finally succumbs to its injuries, falling to the side lifelessly.

With a sigh of relief, you quickly turn to Jungkook, but your blood runs cold at the sight, his back has obvious scratch marks from the creature's teeth and his clothes are drenched in his blood.

“Jungkook!” you call with a wretched sob before the man before you sways, you quickly catch him before he falls, his whole weight crashing onto you.

Then you hear the troopers, most of them bought weapons but thankfully one of them thought of bringing a stretcher, better late than never at least, you thought with a sigh.

Lord Kim calls out your name before offering you help in manoeuvring Jungkook onto the stretcher.

“Jungkook’s going to be fine, he's seen worse, let's hurry back to get you checked out as well,” Lord Kim says as he checks you for any obvious injuries.

“Thank you, Lord Kim,” you say with a bow, but he quickly dismisses you and tells you to call him by his name as well, just like his wife.

You can’t help but worry when you watch the many different machines scanning him and tending to his wounds, you can’t help the pangs of aches in your heart when the sight of his old battle scars meets your eyes.

“You’ve been overlooking the droids for a long time now, darling, the next procedure’s going to be more invasive, how about we let the droids work in privacy?” Sejin says, and immediately the droids start undressing Jungkook more, so you quickly agree and make a turn to leave Jungkook’s room in a haste.

“You need to get some rest yourself, darling, you can visit him after the droids are done,” Sejin says, and you agree, you do feel tired after all that’s happened.

*page break*

A groan leaves Jungkook when he rouses, a slight ache settling into his body, nothing out of the ordinary, but what he didn’t expect was the weight that he feels on the area of his wrist, he cracks opens his eyes and he sees you, asleep, bent over with your arms folded as a makeshift pillow, then everything comes rushing over him, the beast, you swooping in to help him and Namjoon fight it off, and him getting hurt because of saving you.

Jungkook sighs to himself at the reminder of that memory, he can’t avoid you any longer, it’s not professional nor it is healthy for the two of you moving forward by putting a strain on your relationship this way, but he can’t help but be pissed that you almost got hurt again, but he knows he and Namjoon would’ve struggled to take down that monster by themselves.

Jungkook sees you stir just as the force bond tingles at the back of his neck.

You jolt awake at the sight of Jungkook awake and staring at you with those intense eyes of his, and so you did the thing you rarely ever do, bolting.

“I’m gonna go inform Lord and Lady Kim,” you mutter in one breath and leave before Jungkook could say anything to you.

Jungkook sighs before he hears a droid coming to him to rattle off his vitals, he begrudgingly leaves the comfort of his bed to wash up, and when he comes out, Namjoon and Sejin are seated on his living room sofa.

“Look who finally decided to wake up,” Namjoon teases before he engulfs his friend into a bone crushing hug, a hand patting his back a little too hard, but Jungkook’s used to it by now.

“How long was I out?” Jungkook asks when his friend finally pulls away.

“About two days, silly girl didn’t leave your side ever since you laid on that bed,” Namjoon informs, and that’s when Jungkook notices it.

His home is usually very neat, he’s what most people call a neat freak, but now there’s things scattered around, a practice stick laying on the ground, a book of his on the coffee table with a bookmark shoved in haphazardly, and some of his photo frames misplaced, and scarily enough, he doesn’t feel an ounce of irritation.

“Poor girl didn’t leave your bedside, worried to death,” Sejin pipes up with a glint in her eyes, she knows the topic about the two of you can’t be avoided at this point.

“You should’ve told her I was going to be fine and to get back to her own life,” Jungkook says with a sigh, thinking about how you were cooped up here for almost 3 days.

“You think we didn’t try telling her that? She didn’t listen, as stubborn as you are, unsurprisingly, but that’s what you saw in her isn’t it?” Namjoon teases and Jungkook turns away to his shelf, seemingly arranging his things, but he’s just looking at what you browsed according to the movement of his things.

“That’s what I saw in her as my pandawan,” Jungkook clarifies but he hears Sejin’s snicker.

Jungkook lifts up a snowglobe of some sort from his collection of random things from his endeavours before he abruptly slams it down when he hears both of his friends now blatantly laughing at him.

“Are the two of you here to inquire about my health or gossip about me in front of my face?” Jungkook questions, turning back to face his friends with a scorned expression, he’s not used to people blatantly going against him this way.

“Oh come on, Jungkook, this is a once in a lifetime opportunity to get my lick back for all the years you teased me about Sejin,” Namjoon jokes.

Jungkook curses at his teenage self for not shutting up, with a roll of his eyes, he plops down on the couch with a huff, and suddenly, Jungkook looks so much like his younger self to the couple.

“Cut him some slack, love, I wasn’t your pandawan, so things do seem more complicated, but these are just surface things, Jungkook ah, if you have no bad intentions then what’s stopping you? If anything happens, you’ll regret having not been loved or have loved someone, trust me, Namjoon and I, we’ve been in tight situations before we left all this behind, and in that moment, I had no regrets because I had a fulfilled life loving and being loved by Namjoon, but I understand why you’re hesitant, since you’re all good and up on your feet, we’ll leave you to continue resting up, we’ll come by tomorrow again,” Sejin says, tugging a very confused Namjoon on his feet.

“Let the poor boy figure things out, he’s just woken up and now he’s clouded by all these emotions,” he hears Sejin say under her breath to Namjoon, but Jungkook doesn’t hear what Namjoon says, nor does he bother to correct Sejin that he’s no longer the boy that she used to watch over with Namjoon but in fact a grown man in his 30s.

After his friends’ departure, Jungkook sits in silence in his own unit, ‘are you not coming back to check up on him?’, he wonders with a displeased sigh.

When it gets late to the point where he knows you’re most probably asleep, he gives up waiting on you. Jungkook’s eyes land on a bracelet he’s never seen before when he heads to bed, sitting idly on his nightstand, ‘did his droids find this when they were cleaning his room during his brief coma?’ he wonders to himself, but he doesn’t remember any of his past conquests wearing anything of this sort, but to be fair, he doesn’t remember much about them, if anything arises his suspicions, he’ll just check the cameras in his home, he brushes the bracelet off, he’ll just drop it off lost and found tomorrow, he decides before letting sleep consume him once more.

But not long after he fell asleep, at least according to the clock on his bedside, he hears rustling coming from his living room, he immediately jerks awake at the realisation, summoning the force, the spare lightsaber he owns flying into his outstretched arm before he creeps into his own living room.

His eyes lock in on a familiar figure and now that he’s more awake, he can sense it’s you just by the bond.

“What are you doing here at this hour?” Jungkook questions while he lowers his weapon, letting his guard back down.

You turn around with a surprise gasp from your hunched position over his couch, seemingly searching for something before he caught you like a deer in headlights.

“I realised a bracelet of mine is missing, it was gifted to me by Lady Kim and I’m having breakfast with her tomorrow, so I had to come back to look for it or it’d seem rude to show up without it,” you explain in one frantic breath, standing a little too straight for comfort now.

“You could’ve come to get it earlier,” Jungkook deadpans, arms folded over his chest with a sigh.

“Well. I didn’t want to disturb you, and Lord and Lady Kim were over, so I didn’t want to intrude,” you say, but both of you know that’s not the main reason.

“The droids picked up your bracelet, it’s in my room,” Jungkook says, turning back to the direction of his bedroom, silently beckoning you to follow him, which you do.

Then you see the familiar glint of the beads on his nightstand that you had familiarised yourself with the past few days.

Jungkook takes a seat on his bed before he retrieves the bracelet from his nightstand, beckoning you over with a flick of his wrist, and so you move to stand before him, gently, he grasps your non-dominant hand in his before he slides the bracelet back onto your wrist.

“Take a seat, I’m not here to discipline you,” Jungkook says before patting the spot on the bed next to him.

“We need to have a talk about how you’re constantly putting yourself in danger for me, but in short, stop doing that, don’t risk your life for me,” Jungkook says curtly, keeping things straight to the point.

“Why are you acting like I’m the one who got hurt?” you retorted, but before Jungkook could remind you of what happened, you beat him to it, you have a fast mouth on you, that Jungkook acknowledges.

“I get it, you saved me, but if I wasn’t there, that monster might’ve hurt you or Lord Kim like really badly, just because you’re my master, doesn’t mean you’re invincible,” you reasoned, and Jungkook equally loves and hates this part of you, the way you stand up to him with little to no fear, he doesn’t have many equals in this position other than Namjoon and Sejin, but unfortunately for you, this is what keeps Jungkook on his toes and also the reason his temper fires up.

“I’m not invincible, but you’re not either!” Jungkook retrots, his voice booming in his spacious unit, his eyes ablaze, chest heaving. Jungkook rarely ever raises his voice, if he’s mad at someone for a failed task, he’d merely dispose of them, which is why he’s bad at controlling his emotions around you, he’s never needed to keep himself in check and this doesn’t help the fact that you’re a hot headed person yourself too.

“You don’t get it do you? I don’t want you to risk your life for me!” Jungkook’s so agitated to the point where he’s stood up now, a hand running through his hair.

“We’re all risking our lives for this cause anyway, what’s the difference between me and you?! Why are you ‘allowed’ to get hurt for this cause but I’m not?! Wh-

“Because I can’t stand to see you hurt!”

“What’s the difference between me and all the other millions of people under you?!”

Hearing your outburst, Jungkook walks away with a shake of his head, going to that planet and insisting on wiping out your old master and the rest of his pandawans turned his life over like a snowglobe, and he doesn’t know if it’s for the better when the snowstorm in his head is still raging.

“Don’t make me say it,” Jungkook mutters under his breath, defeated almost, something you’d never thought you’d ever describe Jungkook as.

“Cherishing someone isn’t a sign of weakness, Jungkook,” you lament with a sigh, if this was your bed you would’ve crashed onto it, reasoning with Jungkook is such a mental turmoil.

“It’s wrong if it goes beyond the limit,” Jungkook says, throwing his hands up, very much exasperated, and the sight of you seemingly so calm and collected just pisses him off more.

“What limit, Jungkook?! You’re backing yourself into this non-existent wall for no goddamn reason-

“Because I have feelings for you!” Jungkook bellows, his facial muscles strained to the point where you think he might actually self-combust, then in a flash, you’re being thrown backwards onto Jungkook’s bed, the wind knocked out of you, distantly you can hear Jungkook’s furniture and knick knacks in his room falling over in quick thumps and numerous shatters of glass.

“Fuck,” you hear Jungkook curse before he comes rushing over to you, his worried face coming into view.

“I’m fine, not hurt,” you say before Jungkook helps you sit up from his bed.

“I had no idea having feelings for me is such an agonising experience to the point where you’d have such an explosive reaction,” you mutter bitterly as you sit up from Jungkook’s bed.

“It’s agonising because it’s not right, not because of you,” Jungkook says in a disheartened tone, looking away from you, head hanging low in the glow of his lamp in the corner.

“You’re big bad Dark Lord and you’re scared about what people say behind your back?!” you question with full offence, head whipped to the direction of the pathetic man you’d looked up to for so long, he tenses up at your accusation, and he turns to face you in an instant, his venomous eyes piercing into yours.

“If someone even dares to speak ill of me or you, they’ll regret it in their last dying breath,” Jungkook warns with a slight growl, and to your dismay, it sends a chill down your spine.

“Then what’s your damn issue? Don’t tell me you suddenly have a moral high ground, you kill and torture, but you’re not willing to touch your pandawan?!” you shout in his face before you could register to filter that damn primal part of yourself.

“It’s because I’m so much older you, god damnit!” Jungkook retorts, hands flailing, you’ve never seen him so out of his damn mind, and it kind of feeds into your ego that you can make the most powerful man in the universe crumble this way.

“So what? I’m an adult, now and back when we met,” you say a little calmly for Jungkook’s liking, like he’s pathetic for having all these valid concerns.

“I could be your father at this age of mine,” Jungkook mutters dejectedly.

“Maybe boys my age are of no interest to me, have you thought about that?” you fire back, and Jungkook looks at you like you just said the most scandalised thing he’s ever said, you hate it when he babies you like a child, you have made no reckless decision ever since you came here, your most reckless being hurling a giant rock at Jungkook, not that it matters, it got his attention, and now you have him at your feet.

Suddenly, you feel yourself taken over by a crazy amount of confidence, something must’ve possessed you for you to have the courage to walk over to him, and grasp his face in your hands, the way your dainty fingers envelope his sharp features is a sight you won’t be able to forget, but it’s the way his doe eyes get lost in yours is what made your breath hitch, so you swallow the lump in your throat, the power exchange is borderline addictive, yes, Jungkook is slightly more vulnerable at this moment than you’ve ever seen him, but admitting your feelings to him, your heart on your sleeve for his taking in itself is a form of submission, especially for someone as headstrong as you, and you prove your assumptions true when suddenly his eyes sharpen, piercing into your soul like daggers.

“If you want this, I need to know that you’re mine and I’m yours alone,” he says, his voice tense, as if just the thought of you being with someone else sets off his temper.

“I’m yours for the taking,” you say before you finally seal your lips with his, along with your fate.

*page break*

Celebrations are in full swing after Jungkook led everyone to a victorious conquer of yet another galaxy, but that didn’t come easily, some troopers had sacrificed their lives, many injured, you didn’t get out without a few gashes and many bruises too, but what hurt the most were your ears after being lectured by Jungkook for getting hurt, which is ironic, because he had himself battered up too, you didn’t even bat an eye, just patching him up diligently every single time.

Though now, you hold no grudge against him for that, not when he’s having his big day now, which is why you’re dolled up for the night, well, it’s nothing considered too fancy as compared of the many flamboyant outfits you’ve seen the noblewomen adorn day in and out, but it is however, considered dressing up for you, in a glittery dress that shows off your silhouette.

Eyes trace your figure when you make your way through the hall where the celebratory dinner is held, all the way until Jungkook notices you, then the eyes on you, which were quickly diverted when they catch the scowl on his face, but it was quickly wiped off his face when he greets you.

“You look beautiful tonight,” Jungkook whispers to you when you take your seat next to him, eyes discreetly looking over at what he can see of your dress from this angle.

“You don’t look too bad yourself too,” you say instantly, holding your tongue on how you love it when he tight fitted formal attire like these, unfortunately, still black, but it’s almost impossible to convince the man to wear any other colour, but purple does make an appearance once in a while, he has almost ten purple shirts in his closet, and yes, you went through his closet just to see if everything was black to confirm your suspicions.

“Thank you, darling,” Jungkook drawls with one more greedy glance at your appearance before he goes back to people watching, observing who would most likely walk up to him next to talk now that you’re in his presence, everyone wants to know more about the apple of Jungkook’s eye, no one had expected Jungkook, with the temper he has going on, would ever be patient enough to teach someone, especially someone from enemy lines.

“Lord Jungkook, congratulations on the success of your last excursion, achieving great things alongside your pandawan I can see,” Lord Bautinite says, a didynon who’s older than the both of you combined says, but instead of addressing Jungkook properly, the old man is staring at you with his big bug eyes that Jungkook’s holding back the urge to poke out.

“Lord Jungkook did most of the heavy lifting, Lord Bautitine, but thank you for your confidence in my capabilities, I’m merely doing my best to support Lord Jungkook on the field,” you say, always humble, Jungkook lost count on the many times you watched his back for him and patched him up, he wouldn’t have successfully conquered that galaxy if you weren’t there.

“What a humble pandawan you got yourself, Jungkook, have you thought about who to arrange her marriage to?” Lord Bautitine asks with a hopeful glint in his eye that has your temper flaring up, but no one else would feel but Jungkook, due to the force bond between you and Jungkook that has gotten even stronger because your relationship with Jungkook exceeds the depth of a normal master-pandawan relationship, the two of you could feel every change and flicker of emotion no matter how brief and how far the two of you are physically. Jungkook doesn’t expect you to lash out though, you never do, you’re the opposite of Jungkook, Jungkook lets his anger be known by everyone, but you could be feeling even angrier than Jungkook about a situation but your face would give nothing away.

“My pandawan is a grown adult who’s capable of making her own decisions, I have no desire to arrange a marriage for her, she’s free to choose who she wants to be with or to stay single,” Jungkook answers without a second of hesitation, he knows this question would come up sooner or later.

“I have no desire for marriage in the near future, Lord Bautitine, for now my passion lies in serving The New Order only,” you reply with a smile plastered on your face while your temper continues to flare up the force, Jungkook doesn’t know how you do it.

“It’d be a pity to lose such a useful worker to marriage so soon, though I’m sure she will still dedicate a lot her time in her work, I might not be very lenient on her partner if they ever get in the way of her and her work though,” Jungkook says, an indirect warning that underlies the meaning of fuck off.

“Why yes, I hope you find someone who respects your boundaries one day,” Lord Bautitine says to you before he quickly excuses himself to speak to someone else passing by.

“It’s insane how well you manage to compose your anger,” Jungkook says with an amused shake of his head, he was trying so hard not to kill him, but he knows Lord Bautitine has influence in the local economy here, it’d be messy to kill him off.

“I’m surprised you’re getting better at managing your anger too,” you have to give tens where tens are due.

“If he had laid a hand on you he would be dead by now,” Jungkook says casually before taking a swig of his drink, smiling over the rim of his glass when he sees you laugh and your anger fizzling out, but soon, there’s more people to meet, only excusing yourself when the next course rolls out, you don’t mind socialising with Jungkook, but you would never compromise for food and Jungkook respects that.

Deeper into the night, you excuse yourself and leaving Jungkook to his own devices, Jungkook knows your social battery has a limit and he has no desire to drag you around talking to dickheads anyways, it’s normal for you to retire earlier when there’s events like these, and if anyone dares to question Jungkook about your loyalties and hard work, Jungkook allows his displeasure to be known in the most brutal way possible.

*page break*

When Jungkook finally retires to his own quarters, he breathes a sigh of relief when he takes in the comfort of his abode that once felt empty to him, most days you slept over, you practically live here, and so Jungkook’s home now has bright pops of colours, cute cushions from the market, your cup on the kitchen island, and the many jewellery you have lying around here and there that Jungkook bought many of, he reminds himself that this is what he’s doing for, staying in power means he has the means to keep you safe, Jungkook reminds himself as he quietly peels away his clothes to hop in the shower for a quick rinse before joining you in bed, a cute bundle between his sheets.

However, to his surprise, the cute bundle between his sheets is now laying on his bed, your smooth legs posed enticingly, kicking the air lightly while your bum takes the spotlight, the giant red bow sitting prettily at the dip of your back catching Jungkook’s attention instantly.

“What do we have here? Thought you were fast asleep,” Jungkook questions as he rounds his bed with quick strides, tossing his towel aside when he deems his hair dry enough.

“I was, but I heard you in the shower,” you’ve always been a light sleeper from years of being on the run, Jungkook sighs when he remembers that fact, he’s so glad he had that old man die a painful death for what he put you through.

“Aren’t you tired? You didn’t have to do all this for me, having the pleasure to hold you close is enough of a blessing,” Jungkook says as he slides into bed next to you, his nose immediately goes to the juncture of your neck, inhaling your scent mixed with his shower gel, tickling you in the process, his chest blooming at the sound of your sweet giggle.

“Missed you, you’ve been so busy, you deserve a reward too, for all your hard work in the order,” you say before you lead his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours, your hand tangling into his hair, your breath hitching when you feel Jungkook manoeuvre you atop of his lap, he wants you as close as possible after being apart for so long, it’s been only 4 hours max, but Jungkook is a fiend for your presence.

When Jungkook could tell you were getting lightheaded from the lack of oxygen, he pulled away, his eyes immediately trained on the way your eyes had glossed out, lost in the kiss the two of you shared.

“Gorgeous,” Jungkook praises under his breath as he brushes your hair back from your face, taking the sight of you in, he's the luckiest man in this universe, and it's not because of the empire he has, but because of you.

“You mentioned a reward just now, darling,” Jungkook reminds you, with his thumb holding your chin in place, he knows that such a simple gesture has your panties slicking up, always a menace in riling you up.

“Wanna make you feel good,” you emphasise with a roll of your hips, Jungkook’s length twitching at the action, impatient to be inside of you, “but first, how about dessert?” you ask before lightly pushing Jungkook to lay on his back, an amused huff leaving his lips.

“It's like you read my mind, sweetheart,” Jungkook says as he bunches up your nightgown, surprised but very much happy to find that you had forgone panties tonight, “don't hold back, I want your entire weight on my face,” Jungkook demands, knowing that you have the tendency to hover over his face instead of giving him the full meal.

You sigh at your lover’s insistence, so instead of replying him, you take your seat, successfully shutting up and satisfying him, obvious by the groan he emits once he gets the first taste of you, groaning into your core, the vibrations and his tongue have you gasping for air, quickly holding onto the headboard for your dear life.

Jungkook has always been straight to the point in all aspects of his life, which is why he immediately dives his tongue deep inside, the action messes your balance while you curse from the sudden shocks of pleasure, Jungkook, being the observant lover he is, immediately notices and stables you with a palm on one of your cheeks, taking the chance to grab a handful of you, making you squeak at the pinch of his fingers.

Jungkook smiles against your flesh, and to level up a notch, he then frees his other hand from where it was wrapped around your calf to where your bundle of nerves reside, drawing quick circles, timing them perfectly with the thrust of his tongue that has you gasping his name breathlessly between moans.

Jungkook could sense you were getting closer when you started grinding down to meet his tongue, he could sense the beating of your heart quickening, and lets you do as you please, eyes wide open as he takes in the beautiful, but slightly obstructed sight of you chasing your own pleasure with his face, you being rightfully in your place, Jungkook might as well be the king of this universe, but you are the queen of his world, and a queen deserves the rightful place of a throne, and what better throne than Jungkook himself?

When you finally reach your high, Jungkook rolls your hips for you, helping you ride out your orgasm while stabling you atop of him as you convulse, your knuckles whiten as you let yourself be overtaken by the pleasure coursing through your body, completely undone by Jungkook’s expert hand and mouth, you can feel that he's drinking you in, trying his best to collect your sweet nectar with his tongue, you had to remove yourself on your shaky legs in order for him to give up, chest heaving as your gather your bearings, laying on the bed next to Jungkook.

But soon the man has other plans than letting you rest, Jungkook having an almost wicked smile on his face.

“I can't feel my legs yet, how about I let you use my mouth as an interlude,” you joke, which gets a laugh out of Jungkook.

“It's fine, I can do the heavy lifting first,” Jungkook dismisses before he wraps your legs around his waist, moving you about like a doll before he bends down to place a short and sweet kiss on your lips, the gesture full of love in the midst of your throngs of passion, it never fails to bring a smile on your face when he does this.

Jungkook then leans back to focus on the task on hand, grasping himself, his cock almost painfully hard from enduring through hearing your pleasure, but Jungkook enjoys hearing the way you react to him without any distractions, he's a patient man when it comes to you, well to a certain degree, he thinks to himself as he pumps himself a few times before he finally positions himself at your slit, probing with his cockhead, teasing you, which earns him a few whines and a light thump of your leg on his back before he finally relents, sliding into your heat slowly, his brows furrowed as he focuses on the feeling of being engulfed by your warmth.

You tighten your legs around Jungkook’s waist when you feel the familiar addictive feeling of being filled up, nails digging into Jungkook’s arm.

“Doing so well for me, baby, always so wet for me,” you hear Jungkook say, whispering sweet nothings into your ear until he bottoms out, he hears you panting by his ear as he waits for you to adjust, and in the meantime he takes off your nightgown, letting his eyes wander, basking in on all your naked glory.

“We've been doing this for so many times, and yet you're still so entranced,” you comment as you watch the way his huge eyes trace every little bit of your skin.

“I'd never be bored of the sight of you, especially when you're on top of me,” Jungkook says as his hands join in on the mix, tracing every curve on your body, making you shiver from the featherlight touches.

“Thought I'd look best like this, under your mercy,” you joke, getting a chuckle out of Jungkook.

“You'll see why in a bit,” Jungkook comments before he gives an experimental thrust, your gasp of pleasure a telltale sign that you're ready for more.

Jungkook starts off with a mild pace before he hears you begging for him to go faster, your legs tightening around him as you fully immerse yourself in the pleasure you're receiving, your body tensing up with the overwhelming amount of pleasure running through your veins, especially when Jungkook lowered his head to capture one of your bosoms into his lips, sucking diligently as hips continue their unforgiving pace, never missing his target of the spot that has your head spinning.

“Close,” you gasp out when you feel the coil in your belly threatening to snap.

Jungkook ceases all movements before pulling out of you gently, he then manoeuvres you on top of him, taking your place on the bed.

“You wanted to know why I prefer the sight of you on top, this is why,” Jungkook says before tilting your head up to look at the mirror he had installed on his ceiling, and true to his words, the sight is a bewitching one, the way your body has a healthy glowy sheen from the exertion, and the way Jungkook is looking up at you, eyes trained on your reflection, the most powerful man in the universe, and his pleasure is at your mercy, and at that moment, you feel like you could strike even the most powerful entity down, Luke Skywalker be damned if he wasn't dead.

“Do you see what I see now? My queen, rightfully on her throne,” Jungkook says after he tips your head back down to stare into your eyes, he needs to get the idea in your head, it should be a crime that you had no idea of how powerful and mesmerising you look on top of him.

Instead of replying him with words, you smash your lips against his, pouring all your love out through it, you rarely initiate such an intense kiss, but soon you hand the reins over to Jungkook, even though you love having power over him, submitting to him is what you enjoy most in your love trysts.

A moan slips from your lips to his when he slips back inside you with a quick adjustment of his hand, the familiar fullness more than welcomed, and Jungkook then immediately sets a rigorous pace, thrusting in an upwards motion while his eyes look into yours, attention unfazed despite his hips working hard to tip the scales of your impending high.

Alas, at the end of the day, Jungkook is only a man, which is why he elicits a giggle out of you when you catch his eyes do a quick sweep of the bouncing motions of your breasts.

“You won't be laughing soon, my love,” Jungkook taunts before he lands a quick spank on one of your cheeks, the sweet tinge of pain nearly sending you over the edge, and seeing the damn smirk on Jungkook’s face, you know damn well he felt you clenching on him.

Jungkook then slows down his pace, switching to slower deeper thrusts that have you clawing his back with long thin marks that he would wear proudly for the days to come.

“I want you to cum, darling,” Jungkook breathes into your ear, sending a shudder running down your back, his voice quiet but still commanding, but what comes next is a surprise, something that merely agreed upon but Jungkook hadn't tested the waters until now.

Jungkook wraps a hand round your neck, not squeezing like you expected him to, but then you feel it, the way your throat constricts by the force lightly, cutting part of your airflow.

“Look up, sweetheart,” Jungkook demands, and you heed, staring at your own lust driven body, the light sheen of sweat making you shimmer under the artificial lights.

“Look at you, right where you belong, on your throne, is my cock treating you well, my Queen?” Jungkook taunts before he stops all airflow for a single second, and that's when you lose it, your orgasm hitting you like a ton of bricks, a curse stuck at the back of your throat because of Jungkook, but when he ceases control of your breathing, your mind blanks out from the all encompassing pleasure, your legs shake as you feel yourself cumming as if you can't stop, soiling the sheets as Jungkook whispers sweet nothings into your ear about how good you did, a hand slipped down to your clit to rub slow circles onto it to curb you to clench around him tighter before he spills into you with a groan. Jungkook then lays you down on the clean side of the bed, before he retrieves the box of tissues on his nightstand to clean you and himself up quickly, he doesn't want to make a mess on the way to the bathroom, he wants the droid to change the sheets then get out of his hair as soon as possible.

“Don't pull out yet,” you demand with a weakened grab of Jungkook’s arm to get his attention, just in case he can't hear you from how soft you are, Jungkook has you spent tonight if you're being honest.

“Anything for you, my love,” you hear Jungkook say with a kiss to your temple before you feel yourself succumb to sleep.

When you wake up from your much needed slumber, you let yourself some time to just feel and appreciate the fact that you're being held in the arms of the love of your life before extracting yourself from said arms, which is quite the feat when Jungkook is built with all muscles and almost zero fat percentage.

When you finally succeed in escaping his embrace, you sigh lovingly at how peaceful Jungkook looks in his sleep, none of that constant frown that he sports when he's awake and stressed about whatever task he needs to attend to, you think he even resembles a rabbit when he sleeps, all pouty lips and his nose twitching now and then, he's gonna throw a fit if he hears your thoughts now, he hates it when you call him cute, are you still going to do it? Absolutely, but for now, you're gonna let him rest up more.

You're still fresh from the bath Jungkook must've taken with you when you were asleep, so you quickly wash up and pad into the kitchen to get a warm cup of water for the both of you, settling Jungkook’s cup down on his side of the nightstand before you walk to the large floor to ceiling window of his bedroom that overlooks the beautiful garden within the base compound.

“You're gonna fall sick parading around naked in my home like this,” you hear Jungkook say before you turn your head to catch him just as bare as you before he retrieves a blanket from your reading nook armchair to drape around both of you, but you with the added layer of bulging muscles.

“This is considered warm for me, I've been through worse conditions, don't worry,” you say before Jungkook steals your cup out of your hands for a quick sip before putting it on the nearby bookshelf to wrap his arms around you once more.

“I'm sorry I didn't find you sooner,” Jungkook mutters as he snuggles his face into your neck, breathing you in, he loves it when you smell like his body wash.

“It's fine, I was just making a joke out of it, you know, no need to get all wound up over it for me,” you say as you reach back to brush through his hair gently.

“Still, I'm glad you're here, and that all those conditions didn't stop us from meeting. I love you so much,” Jungkook says while he wraps you round his arms even tighter than you thought possible, screw rabbit, he reminds you of one of those giant bone crushing serpents you dealt with in the past.

“I love you too, my love,” you say through staggered breath from how he's almost crushing you, but you let Jungkook enjoy this moment a little longer as you bask in his warmth embrace because all’s well that ends well to end up with Jungkook.

The End.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

clicker

words: 600

warnings: 18+ only, smut, kind of pet play but it really is just the clicker, clicker training (duh), female recieving oral, p in v sex, semi public sex, multiple orgasms, overstimulation

your eyes are squeezed closed, so you don’t even realize the source of the sound as your eyes blink open, body still shaking from your high as rafe is smiling between your legs, one of his hands raised, a clicker held between his long fingers.

rafe leans in, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine when his lips make contact with your red sensitive skin.

“what is that?” you question, gesturing to the clicker, but rafe just smiles, moving to kneel between your legs, his cock rubbing over your wet folds before thrusting in.

you hear the clicker a second time that night when he makes you cum again.

--

you are trying to stifle your moans, palm pressed against your mouth, praying you won't get caught. you should have known rafe wouldn't be able to resist you in the tight dress, but you thought he could at least wait until you got home.

instead, he guided you back into the dressing room and pulled the dress up to reveal your cunt.

“r-rafe.” you whimper, eyes rolling back in your head as his cock repeatedly enters you, careful not to push all the way in and have the sound of skin slapping reveal what you are doing behind the door.

“cum for me baby, come on.” rafe whispers, moving your hand to your clit, encouraging you to touch yourself.

you rub at your clit, moving your head further into rafes shoulder, teeth gently sinking into his skin to keep you silent while he thrusts. you feel him swell inside of you and know he won’t last much longer.

you feel one of his hands leave your hip but don’t pay much attention until he releases inside of you, triggering your own orgasm, suddenly realizing that he has the clicker in his hand as he presses it at the height of your orgasm. 

“oh fuck.” you whine into his skin, body shaking as you come down from your high.

“shh.” rafe smiles, shoving the clicker back into his pocket and giving you a kiss on your pouty lips.

--

“give me a number between one and ten.” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head as he rushes around the living room, getting his things ready to go.

“uhh, six.” you shrug.

“thats how many times i’ll make you cum tonight then.” rafe says, wishing he could just stay with you today, but he’s been neglecting his guy friends and promised a golf outing as well as drinks at the country club.

rafe makes you cum six times once he gets home, one with just his fingers, three with his mouth, and two on his cock, each time your high peaks, he reaches over to press the clicker. you’re so exhausted and blissed out by the end of the night that you can’t even muster up the energy to ask about the clicker.

--

“come on.” rafe whines, pawing at your dress.

“no, rafe, i’m busy! give me an hour and i promise i’ll be done.” you continue to type out your essay, knowing you need to get it done. rafe is incredibly supportive of you taking online college classes, but it can be hard for him when you don’t give him your undivided attention.

rafe just frowns, leaving the room only to enter a few minutes later, this time with the clicker in hand. 

“rafe, no-” you warn, but his fingers press down and your thighs clench together, a rush of wetness flooding your cunt as you let out an involuntary moan.

“wanna fuck now?” rafe asks. you glance between him and the essay open on your laptop, sighing dramatically before shutting the screen.

rafe has a proud smile plastered on his face at the success of his clicker.

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What's My Name

This is a new Tommy Kinard imagine, I hope you will all like it. Please let me know what you think.

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Tommy Kinard Masterlist

Summary: While they're both on shift, (Y/n) starts to become disorientated and unwell. And Tommy and her dad don't know what to do when she starts having memory problems.

Enjoy.

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A quiet grumble vibrated at the back of Tommy's throat and his eyes furrowed and winced in his sleeping state. The end of his nose crinkled and he frowned, confusion flooding his brain as he began to wake up.

Why was he waking up? Why did it feel like he had only just gone to sleep five seconds ago? Surely the alarm wasn't going off already?

When he blinked and tried to gain awareness of his surroundings, he groaned again. The bedroom was pitch black. It was still late into the night, or possibly early in the morning. It wasn't the alarm that had woken him. After another second, Tommy realised it was his phone quietly vibrating on the dressing table which he could hear.

Tommy's nose crinkled again when he took a deep breath and started to realise how he was laid.

His right arm had gone completely numb and he soon realised that was because his arm was beneath the pillow (Y/n) was laid on. Her neck was directly on his arm and her right hand was clutching his wrist like she thought he was suddenly going to disappear in the middle of the night.

Tommy was laid on his right side with his lips and nose pressed down against the top of (Y/n)'s head. With his height, he usually tried to stay as close to the headboard as he could or else his feet would dangle over the end of the bed.

And his left arm was secured around (Y/n)'s waist beneath the cover, his fingers subconsciously digging into her waist and hip.

With a quiet groan of discontent, Tommy lifted his head from the pillow and pulled his left arm free from the covers. His bare chest pressed into (Y/n)'s back and he took the opportunity to kiss the top of her head while he stretched across and grabbed his phone from her side table where he dumped it when he got in.

He didn't bother to check the caller ID before he answered and pressed the phone to his ear, letting his head flop back into the pillow.

"Hello?" His gruff voice was thick with sleep and two octaves deeper than usual but he didn't care. He could feel sleep ebbing away at his mind until a crisp, low voice crackled through the other end of the line and sharpened his mind awake.

"Kinard, it's Robson."

Oh God, why was his Captain calling him?

When he pulled the phone away from his ear and squinted at the bright screen, Tommy all but huffed in distaste. It was four in the morning. The Captain was calling him at four in the morning. Why? What did he want?

Didn't he know that Tommy had gotten home at half eleven tonight- last night? Just over four hours ago? He had been in bed for all of four hours before being disturbed.

"Kinard?"

"Yeah… yeah, what's up?"

"I've had two people from the A shift call in sick, a chopper should have been sent downtown half an hour ago and I've got a broken train on the subway. I need a pilot and you're on call. Can you come back?"

That wasn't fair. Tommy let his annoyance be heard in the way he growled animalistically and huffed through his nose. He hadn't had nearly enough sleep to be going back on shift, especially if he was going to be there for a while. But did he actually have a choice in this? He was on call. Whether he went in right now or turned up in a few hours after some more sleep, Tommy was still going to have to go on shift.

The sooner he went in, the sooner he could come back home and come back to bed.

"You know I'm supposed to have eleven hours between full shifts, right?" The cocky tone to his voice gave away that he wasn't about to pull the law book out here.

He could, if he really wanted to. Tommy could be petty and state that in his contract, if he had just done a full twelve, or even a twenty four hour shift, he had to have eleven hours before his next shift. It could be classed as breaking the law if he didn't get enough rest between shifts and went back in how after only four hours of sleep and of being at home.

But this was the job. This was what they had to do when they were struggling for staff and it was an extra shift. Tommy could ask to have his next shift off as a swap for coming in today. Then he could recover and spend some time at home with his wife before going back to work.

"Are you gonna pull the book on me, or are you able to come in? I'll pay you double and you can head home early, I swear."

"Double, and I work today instead of my next shift."

"Deal."

When he hung up the phone, Tommy tossed it back on the side table and brought his hand up to rub at his eyes. He'd done a good negotiation there. Usually it was rather hard to make a deal with Captain Robson. He wasn't cruel or harsh by any means, but he wasn't always as easily understanding like Bobby.

He took a moment to run his hand up and down his face and try to wake himself up.

His body was crying out for sleep. He needed rest. But he had a feeling this shift might go quick. The morning shifts usually did pass by swiftly especially if they were busy. And Tommy would clearly be up in the air flying this morning and hopefully he could spend a bit of time back on the ground. Too much time up in the air with a foggy brain crying out for sleep wasn't an ideal situation.

If need be, Tommy would swap with someone on the team and take over on the truck so he could leave the chopper.

After a few seconds, he looped his arm back around (Y/n)'s waist and began to feather his fingers up and down her chest and abdomen. He pressed his chest into her back and tilted his head down until his nose and mouth were pressed into the crook of her neck.

It took him by surprise just how warm (Y/n)'s skin felt against his touch. He could feel a layer of sweat coating her skin and she was radiating heat like a house in winter.

He pressed a soft kiss against the base of her neck before slowly working his way up, leaving open-mouthed kisses in his wake up until his lips reached the tip of her jaw. He peppered his way down her jaw and leaned over so he could peck her cheek. The touch made (Y/n) shiver, but she stayed mostly burrowed down with her face burrowed into the pillow and her hand still gripping his right wrist.

"Honey," His voice was still laced with sleep, but it was much smoother now. He let his teeth graze against her jaw while his palm pressed down against her stomach to try and wake her. "I gotta go back into work now."

Moving his hand up, Tommy let go of her waist and gently curled his hand around (Y/n)'s wrist that was clinging to his hand. He uncurled her fingers from his wrist and pulled her arm up so he could kiss the back of her hand. His touch seemed to stirr her this time. He felt her shuffle back into him and her head tilted in his direction, lifting from the pillow. But she didn't bother to open her eyes.

"Home… going home,"

Her words made Tommy frown. He couldn't be sure what she muttered afterwards, but those words were enough to make him smile and wonder what kind of dream she was having. He pecked her cheek and entwined their fingers, holding her hand against his bare shoulder while (Y/n) nudged her head back until she pushed her temple against his shoulder.

"No, no baby we're home now. You with me?" He waited a few seconds until (Y/n) finally seemed to wake up and listen to what he was saying.

When she didn't answer, Tommy leaned over with his chest pressed back down against her shoulders and he stole a kiss. The touch shocked her awake a little more and he felt the surprise in the way she gasped before her lips began to move against his own and her tongue darted across his lips.

"Babe…" Her voice was nothing more than a quiet pant against his lips and it made Tommy hate himself for agreeing to this.

He didn't want to leave. He wanted to stay right here with her, where he belonged. But if he went now, he would be gaining a full day off with her the day after tomorrow- which was technically today since it was now morning. He knew (Y/n) would be on shift today and then tomorrow she would be off and now they could spend the day together.

"I gotta go back to work honey, you gonna be okay if I go?" The thought of leaving didn't exactly sit well in Tommy's gut when he looked down at his wife.

(Y/n) had been off work three days ago with a cold and although she promised Tommy on the phone this afternoon that she had felt better today, he wasn't inclined to agree. And now he could feel her starting to sweat, despite the cold air circulating through their bedroom, he wondered if she was starting to feel unwell again.

If she didn't want him to go he would ring Robson back and try to bargain to go in later this morning if he could. He would go in the same time as (Y/n) went for her shift, if she was well enough. So he could make sure she was alright and actually going to make it through her shift.

"Hm." She nodded and pulled her hand free from his so she could run her fingers across his cheek and steal another tired, sloppy kiss from him.

He knew if she didn't feel well enough she would call in sick. When they first started dating, (Y/n) had a hard time admitting when she was unwell and tried to keep going on shift even if she felt rough or could barely keep her eyes open. Now though, she was more easy-going on herself and understood it was okay to take a break when needed.

And she would be on shift with her dad. Tommy knew his father in law would keep an eye on (Y/n). Bobby would make sure she was okay and send her home if he thought she was too unwell to carry on with her shift.

"Alright then, I'll call you when I'm coming off shift."

(Y/n) grumbled quietly when Tommy's warmth suddenly disappeared from behind her. She no longer felt like she had a full length hot water bottle pressed up against her. There wasn't a secure arm around her waist or a face tucked lovingly into the crook of her neck.

She felt cold and alone and suddenly unsafe without Tommy wrapped around her, engulfing her in his large frame.

She could hear him shuffling around the room, getting dressed in the dark so he didn't have to put the light on and disturb (Y/n). Once he was dressed, (Y/n) suddenly felt his fingers beneath her chin and he tilted her head back into the pillow so her face was aimed up towards his.

"See you soon honey. Love you." His lips glued to (Y/n)'s and stole the little air left in her lungs while his thumb caressed her chin like he was drawing patterns on her skin. When he pulled back, (Y/n) lifted her head, trying to follow his lips and move with him until he pecked her temple and nudged her back into the bed. She needed to get some more sleep.

"Love you." She murmured softly, feeling a dull ache in her chest when his chuckle subsided and his footsteps started to become distant as he left the room.

***

Tilting her head from left to right, (Y/n) tried to get her eyes into focus and take note of her surroundings.

Everything was blurred. She was seeing double.

Nothing seemed to make sense in her mind and everything was spinning.

Her body slumped back until her shoulders and the back of her head bashed into something cold. She let her weight drop back and allowed her body to slide down until she was crouched down on the floor.

She was leaning against a fire truck. Why was there a fire truck here? Where was she? What kind of emergency situation was she caught up in to be near a fire truck? Was she hurt?

(Y/n) moved her hands and held them out in front of her. Both hands were shaking and she could see the veins popping up on her hands beneath her skin. She was burning up. Sweat was glistening on every part of her exposed skin and she could feel it making her shirt stick to her frame. Her body was overheating. Her hair was sticking to her temple and beads of sweat rolled down the side of her neck.

Her lungs burned as she tried to take deep breaths and work out what she was doing and where she was, but nothing was making sense.

You're supposed to help people.

A small, nagging voice in the back of her head tried to make sense of this, but it wasn't working. How was she supposed to help people? What was she supposed to do?

Her trembling hands moved up to cup her ears, drowning out the noises she could hear while her eyes fell closed. Ignoring the flashing lights making her temple throb and the bright midday sun that was beaming down on her like a spotlight.

She wanted to go home. Where was home? Was home near here? Home was with her dad. Where was he? Where was Bobby?

Her hands left her ears and a shudder jolted through her entire body when something on the truck slammed shut. Whether it was a hatch or a door or just someone retrieving something, (Y/n) wasn't sure. But the shockwave that rattled through the metal truck made her head pound and had her body coiling forwards.

She moved to press her hands down on the floor and slowly push herself to her feet, whimpering at how uneasy she felt when she was on her feet and how unbalanced she was. Whichever way her head wanted to lean, the rest of her body slowly started to follow until she was swaying left and right as she tried to walk forwards.

But she didn't know where she was going.

"Hey Bobby, where'd you want me?"

The tiredest smile Bobby had ever seen flooded his son-in-law's face and he watched Tommy hold his arms out at his sides while he took a look around the scene. He walked away from the truck he had just been driving and headed over towards Bobby who was sending his team this way and that to try and make sure every car on this bridge was evacuated.

At least six cars had piled up in a crash and they needed to evacuate them all and assess who needed urgent medical attention, who could walk away from this and who needed transport to hospital.

For a moment, Bobby looked at the younger man in front of him and looked around. They hadn't asked dispatch for air support. They had asked for another team and at least three ambulances, but no one was in dire need of being air-lifted to hospital.

But it clicked when he finally realised that Tommy was in the matching uniform. Dark blue shirt, thick black overalls and a black and florescent yellow jacket. He was here on ground support today. He was here as a firefighter, not a pilot.

And since this was Bobby's callout since his team got here first, Tommy's team would be taking their lead from him.

"Hey… weren't you on shift last night?" Bobby reached over to clap one hand on Tommy's shoulder before he looked around the scene again.

"I'm on call this week."

"Ah. Well, in that case, there's three cars over there who haven't been evacuated yet. Find (Y/n) and take her with you, I need everyone off this bridge."

"Copy that."

Tommy could feel the tiredness washing over him like waves lapping at the sand. But his mind started to vibrate and liven up at the thought of finding his wife. He hadn't seen her at all yesterday from being on shift and they only exchanged small talk last night when he came home and climbed into bed.

He wanted to see her and talk to her and ask if she was feeling any better. And maybe steal a kiss or two if he could.

His eyes darted around the scene as he looked for that familiar style of hair or the matching jacket that had his last name stitched across the back.

It didn't take long for his eyes to land on that all too familiar frame he had memorised down to every last mark, scar and mole on her skin. But as his eyes drank in the sight of his wife, Tommy couldn't help but furrow his brows and tilt his head to one side.

She wasn't walking properly.

For a moment, he thought she might have sprained her ankle or done something to her knee with the way she was walking. But after a few steps, he realised she wasn't actually walking like she was in pain. She was walking like she couldn't seem to hold herself upright.

Her body was leaning forwards while she had one arm locked around her waist and her other hand deadlocked at the back of her neck, scratching into her skin.

He watched the way her eyes danced across him before she went back to scouring the scene like she was looking for something in particular.

Tommy took a deep breath and picked up the pace to meet (Y/n) halfway. He stopped in front of her and reached his hands out to gently hold onto her upper arms and stop her in her tracks. His thumbs brushed up and down her arms over her jacket and he leaned his chest back and tilted his head down until his pointed chin was pressing down into his chest so he could look down at her.

"Honey, you okay?" He tried to smile but (Y/n) wasn't looking at him properly. She was constantly darting her eyes from left to right, briefly looking up at Tommy before she went back to scanning their surroundings like she didn't know or understand what was happening.

He watched curiously as (Y/n) reached her arms out and held onto Tommy's arms just below his elbows and her grip was so tight he could feel her nails digging into his jacket.

She was sweating. And shaking. And she was swaying back and forth like she didn't know how to hold her own balance.

Tommy let his hands glide up her arms to her shoulders and he carefully pushed her jacket off her shoulders. He slid the thick material down her arms and let it fall into a puddle on the floor, curving around the back of (Y/n)'s boots. He could see from how badly she was sweating and her shallow breathing that she was running a temperature and in this heat, she didn't need an extra layer to make it worse.

He pressed the back of his hand against her temple which seemed to bring her back to reality while his right hand curved around the back of her arm. Keeping her stood as close to him as possible and holding her up so she didn't wobble or take a tumble.

"(Y/n), are you with me?" His hand left her temple and moved to cup her chin so he could tilt her head up to interlock their gazes.

"You… you know my name?"

"What?"

Was she trying to joke with him? Was this another way of teasing him because he rarely ever said her name anymore. Tommy had so many pet names for her that he couldn't remember the last time he'd called (Y/n) by her name.

And both their teams knew this too. It was something Evan liked to tease him about while Bobby thought it was endearing since he himself wasn't used to calling Athena anything but her name or the occasional 'honey'.

Tommy let out a small chuckle and rolled his eyes while his head dropped down at an angle. And his thumb began to glide up and down (Y/n)'s chin, moving dangerously close to her lips every now and then.

"I think I know my own wife's name by now, don't you?"

The way (Y/n) latched her hands around Tommy's arms again made him stand up straighter and tense his arms beneath her touch. She was beginning to shake worse and when he realised she had tears trickling down her face, panic surged through his heart that started to hammer away against his ribs.

Tightening his hands around her arms, he tried to force himself to smile to try and keep her calm because he could see she was starting to panic.

He nudged her back until she was taking a few steps backwards, letting him guide her towards the concrete wall separating the two sides of the dual carriageway on the bridge. He nudged (Y/n) back until she took the hint and slumped down onto the concrete wall with a thud. Her knees trembled and her body leaned forward while Tommy crouched down in front of her legs.

"You don't look well, honey what's the matter? Talk to me." His hands left her arms to begin smoothing up and down her thighs instead.

He noticed how she didn't pull away or push his touch away, but the way she was looking at him made him feel uneasy.

Whenever (Y/n) was ill, she could cling to Tommy. Whether that be to get him to wrap her up in a hug or to cling to him for comfort or just rest her head on his shoulder for some form of touch. She would always wrap herself around Tommy and it was something he loved about her.

But she wasn't clinging to him right now. She was barely responding to him at all and it was frightening.

"Talk to me," He coaxed again, his tone gentler and quieter this time, letting her know his focus was solely fixed upon her.

"I… I don't… where am I? I don't wanna b-be here…"

"You're on shift honey, see?" Tommy reached out and feathered his fingers across the LAFD logo on the left side of her shirt before he pointed at the fire truck behind him.

What was going on right now? Why was (Y/n) confused about where she was or what she was supposed to be doing? Where on Earth did she think she was? What did she think was going on to make her this frightened and reverting back into her shell?

"You're important… someone important… I-" The shaking started to increase throughout (Y/n)'s body until she was trembling back and forth on the wall as f she was about to fall down onto Tommy's lap.

Tears jumped free from her lashes and fell down the bridge of her nose, making glistening tracks in their wake as she started to sniff and gasp for each breath.

The way Tommy pushed up on his heels and brushed the tears away made (Y/n)'s heart stutter. She reached out to cup his wrist and kept hold of him, but the fear in her eyes made Tommy want to burst into tears too.

"What's my name?" Utter panic dwelled in Tommy's voice that dropped down an octave as he stared at his wife. "Honey, what's my name?"

She shook her head.

She couldn't answer him because she didn't know the answer.

But despite not knowing his name and not placing who he was, her grip stayed paramount around Tommy's wrist, refraining him from pulling away from her. She was clinging to him even though she didn't know who he was. She was staring at him with such fear and confusion in her eyes that it made Tommy want to be sick.

There was nothing he could do. What was he supposed to do? How could be rectify this and make her remember him and understand what was going on?

"Bobby, I need some help over here."

Tommy moved one hand and waved out until he finally caught the Captain's attention and waved him over. All while his other hand stayed cradling the side of (Y/n)'s face since she was clinging to him.

There was something familiar about him. Although (Y/n) couldn't think of his name or place why she knew the person knelt down in front of her, she knew there was just something about him that was recognisable.

He was important. He was special, but she didn't know why. It was like there was a dream lingering in the back of her mind, telling her that she knew him from somewhere. His face, chiselled and handsome, was memorable and familiar but all the answers were locked up in a safe, hidden away in the depths of her mind that she couldn't delve into.

The more (Y/n) tried to think, the worse she began to feel. The more she tried to think why she was here, why she was dressed so similar to the man in front of her, why she was at some sort of crash sight. Why she was so groggy and burning and on fire and feeling sick. The more her head started to ache.

A sharp pain was igniting in the base of her skull and firing down her neck like bullets travelling the expanse of her spine.

She wanted to be sick. She wanted to close her eyes and go to sleep. She wanted to go home. Where was home? Why wasn't she back in Minnesota? This wasn't her home town, she knew that for certain.

Wherever she was, this was unfamiliar.

"Dad!" As soon as her eyes found her dad rushing towards her, relief sparked so hard in her blood that (Y/n) couldn't feel her hands anymore.

Her body bolted up from the wall so fast she stumbled into the man kneeling in front of her legs.

She felt his hands grapple to hold onto her hips, preventing her from falling onto his chest and keeping her up on her own two feet. Once she was steady again, (Y/n) pushed forward and reached her trembling arms out for her dad.

It was such a relief to have Bobby pull her into his chest that her vision suddenly went white and her mind started to blank and turn to mush. Static fizzled and popped in her ears and her body swayed forward into her dad's arms until he braced his hands on her hips and held her upright.

"Sweetheart what's the matter?" Bobby moved his hand to run up and down her back while he glanced over at Tommy for some sort of explanation.

"I wanna go home."

"She's delirious and feverish… Bobby, she doesn't recognise me or where she is." Tommy's hand reached out as if to rest on (Y/n)'s shoulder but he pulled back, thinking better of touching her if she had no idea who he was. "We need to get her down to the hospital, now."

Tommy swallowed dryly and felt his throat threatening to close up as he looked from Bobby, down to his wife, and back again.

She didn't remember him. She didn't know who he was or where she was or what was going on. The only person she was sure about was her dad. They needed to get her checked out. This had to be more than a simple cold or a fever for (Y/n) to be this confused and frightened and experiencing memory problems.

(Y/n) tucked her face into Bobby's chest and bound her arms tighter around his torso until she was almost cutting off his breathing.

He kept his left arm bound around her middle, holding her weight up for her against his chest while his right hand moved to cradle her face. He tilted her head back so she was looking up at him, and he realised how flushed her skin was and how she was burning up against him.

"Sweetheart… do you know where you are?"

"Home, wanna go home." She muttered breathlessly into his shirt, smothering her face into his chest again so she didn't have to squint in the bright sunlight or focus on anything in particular.

"Okay, let's go get you to a doctor first, hm?" Bobby leaned down to kiss the top of her head while his hand continued to smooth up and down her back.

He didn't want to pester her with questions, not when he could feel her crying quietly into his shirt. Asking questions she couldn't find the answers to was only going to distress her even more and she didn't need that right now.

He leaned his cheek on top of her head, locking eyes with Tommy while he held his radio.

"Hen, I need the ambulance prepped and ready to go… (Y/n) needs an assessment and a trip to the hospital."

They heard a bundle of responses, Hen agreeing with them, Chimney asking if he needed to call Tommy. Evan and Eddie asking what was going on and if she had got trapped or hurt out on the call.

But Bobby didn't answer any of them. He looped his arm around (Y/n)'s waist rather than her back and started to guide her away from the wall and towards the ambulance parked just behind the truck on the hard shoulder. His other arm looped around her chest and his hand began to glide up and down her back to try and keep her calm.

He could feel Tommy close on his left side, keeping (Y/n) held between them while Tommy dared to rest a hand on her shoulder. Relieved when she didn't pull away or flinch or scream at him to let go.

But as the three of them made a slow walk towards the ambulance, Tommy suddenly stopped and jerked his arms out in front of him when (Y/n) started to fall.

Her feet bent awkwardly beneath her and her body tilted to the left, bumping into Tommy's shoulder before she flagged in Bobby's arms and her mind shut down.

Both of them grabbed hold of her, stopping her from hitting the floor with a bang as she went completely limp.

Bending his knees, Tommy curved round so he was in front of (Y/n) and let her head flop onto his shoulder. He curved an arm behind her legs and one around her waist and as quickly as he could, he shifted her round and lifted her up bridal style. Her face stayed pressed against his shoulder while Bobby held her hand and placed her arm across her chest so it didn't hang down at her side.

"We need to go." Tommy watched his father in law break off into a sprint towards Hen to get the gurney from her. His panic a silent agreement that they had to go now and they had to move quickly.

Tommy's eyes darted ahead and then back down to his wife, limp, sweating and trembling in his arms like they were in the arctic instead of under the burning LA sun.

What was happening to her? And why didn't she remember him?

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"Hey sweetheart, how you feeling?" Bobby let his gaze linger on (Y/n)'s hand that he had been holding for the last hour or so.

He slowly moved her hand so he could kiss the back of her knuckles and run his other hand up and down her arm. He smiled softly across at her, watching the way (Y/n) dragged her free hand to shakily brush across her eyes and nose and wake herself up a little more.

She pushed herself up and took a look around.

She was in a bed. She was in a hospital room, wearing a hospital gown. There was an IV taped into the back of her left hand and monitoring stickers that she realised now felt itchy and uncomfortable over her chest. And she could feel the wires rubbing against the gown and tickling over her arm.

"Cold," (Y/n) murmured as goosebumps started to prickle on her skin when she realised she was actually cold.

She watched the way her dad hung his head down and smiled while he moved their entwined hands to rest down on the bed next to her thigh.

"You were burning up so they turned the A/C on full and put a fan on, you're almost back to normal temperature now though."

It made (Y/n) feel like one of the desserts her dad made for the parties they were always throwing. Like she was starting to melt or become overcooked and needed to go in the fridge before she turned to mush.

But she felt like she was at a normal temperature now because she could register that the room was freezing cold and she was at the point of shivering.

"Alright sweetheart, can you tell me what day it is, or the last thing that you remember?" Bobby let go of her hand to smooth his palms up and down his jeans. He could feel the worry ebbing away in his chest and eating out his heart that was hammering three times as fast against his ribs.

He wasn't sure he was prepared for what answers she might give him. They didn't know if she had been suffering memory loss or if she had just been extremely confused. And they didn't know what time zone (Y/n) thought she was in since she couldn't remember who Tommy was, and she had been with him for the last five years.

It was almost frightening for Bobby to wonder what time (Y/n) thought she was in and what she might or might not remember.

When her dad let go of her hand, (Y/n) suddenly felt even colder and lonesome. She ran her fingers up and down the creases in the thin sheet that was draped across her legs and pulled up to her waist. But when she lifted her gaze, her head tilted to one side and her lips parted.

Something soft swirled in her deep eyes and her lips quirked into a smile as she reached a hand out across the room.

"Tommy…"

She hadn't realised he was in the room with them until now. Her gaze locked on her husband, stood as close to the door as he could get like he thought he might need to make a quick exit anytime soon.

He was stood with one leg crossed over the other and his body slanted at an angle while his left shoulder was pressed against the wall. He was facing the door with his head tilted down so his cleft chin was tucked against his chest. And he had his arms folded over his chest, showing off the way his muscles in his biceps tensed and how his work shirt looked a size too small for him.

But when his name passed through her lips, Tommy's head snapped to the right.

His blue eyes went wide until his pupils almost took over the whole expanse of his eyes and his lips parted, but he couldn't find anything to say.

She recognised him. She'd said his name. She knew who he was.

He pushed his frame off the wall and bolted across the room until he could collapse down on the side of the bed next to her thigh. His hands reached out for hers but her hand was already out, cupping the side of his face before he could grab her.

His fingers glided up and down her arm, ghosting over her pulse point as if to make sure she was actually speaking to him and this wasn't just some kind of wishful dream.

"You know my name." He muttered in disbelief before he turned his head to the right and pressed his lips against her wrist, kissing over her pulse. He leaned his cheek into her touch, wanting to melt on the spot when her fingers cupped his cheek and the underside of his jaw and he felt her thumb going across his cheekbone.

"It'd be a bit embarrassing if I didn't… I married you, didn't I?" Her voice was quiet and crackling from how dry her throat felt, but her words were like the softest string quartet Tommy had ever heard.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

He could of just sat there in awe of his wife and beg her to say his name over and over and over until it was the only thing he could understand and be sure of. But Tommy wanted to make sure she didn't have any gaps in her memory and that she hadn't time-skipped but still forgotten some of her memories.

"I… I was home, getting ready for work… you'd gone really early, but I- I don't remember going to work, or coming here." She could picture herself getting dressed at home. She could see herself looking at the bed with disappointment that she had woken up alone because Tommy had been called away so early.

She had barely gotten to hug and snuggle with him before he was gone again like a vague dream she could barely recall.

The relief in Tommy's eyes told (Y/n) that what she remembered was recent and she could tell he was overjoyed.

Had she really forgotten who he was? What had she said or done to him to make him worry she wouldn't remember him when she woke up? Oh God, what had she done to him?

Tears welled up in her eyes and she could barely register her dad kissing her temple, muttering that he was going to go and get Athena and bring her up before he left the room.

As soon as the door closed, (Y/n) brushed her thumb across Tommy's cheek and bit down on her lower lip to stop herself from crying. She felt her spine clicking into place as she leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against his temple. The touch almost made him jump, but the way he leaned his head back and stared up at her with those big doe eyes made (Y/n)'s stomach flutter with adrenaline.

"Baby did I, did I really forget your name… forget you?"

"Only for a moment. You knew I was someone important." The soft, intoxicating smile on his lips made (Y/n) want to smile, but all she could do was take short, puffed breaths.

"Why?"

"You got a viral infection, encephalitis. But we caught it in time, you're gonna be just fine now. And you remember us all and who you are, so no more tears, okay?"

Tommy kissed over her pulse point again before he leaned forward and moved his hands to cradle her face.

He pulled her in for a kiss, tasting the salt tears over her lips and feeling them trace onto his face when she couldn't seem to stop them. He stole the little air left in her lungs and grazed his teeth along her lip while their noses brushed together and he couldn't help but smile against her lips.

"As long as you remember me, honey, it's all good."

[jonbene]

Thank you for the outpouring of responses and support on my first few stories. It’s been great to see and very encouraging. I’ll try to write as much as the inspiration strikes to keep you all…entertained :) Here’s my next one:

His father saw an ad guaranteed to make your kids “man up” almost overnight. It was at a wilderness camp teaching kids about foresting, wildlife, and logging. His dad jumped at the chance and dropped him off. To be honest, his son was actually excited. He loved the idea of getting dressed up in costume, spending the summer among the trees.

It’s true, within the first day they put the kids straight into lessons and trainings all about the forest and how to work. His son adjusted quite quickly and grew a liking to it. They fed him a ton of steak and carbs as he sweat, chopping down trees and hiking. It was 12 hours of work all in the first day and all the kids were exhausted by the end of it. As they got into bed, they noticed that they had changed a bit. Their clothes felt different, but still fit. They were all kind of awkward in their bodies as they grew in height subtly.

The ad didn’t lie when they said they would man up almost overnight. They all woke up at what seemed like 18 years old. Most of them had full beards by morning!

They weren’t scared though. They felt confident, excited, and strong. Testosterone coarsened through their new bodies, giving them all the symptoms. And with every new, exciting symptom, there were the adverse ones. They became more aggressive and moody. Their appetites and libido increased. They experienced headaches, acne, and their voices cracked.

Since the camp somehow changed their bodies rapidly, all their symptoms appeared and progressed and heightened rapidly. As they worked on the land feeling more comfortable in their bodies allowing their shirts to open up, letting the wind brush against their skin, their skin began to change. Their skin became tougher, thicker. Their bodies began to bulk, sprouting more and more body hair.

This was when the boys started to become alarmed. They hadn’t even been there a week, and so much had changed for them. They looked like boys in a football college now. They struggled with all the rapid, mental, and physical changes and wished they’d stop. They never wanted it to be like this; they just thought they’d be playing in a summer camp!

But the changes did anything but slow, no matter how hard they pleaded with their bosses and teachers. The deed was done and there was no reversing it. Their bosses didn’t like their protest, so it was time to escalate. They all started screaming as their bodies burned. One by one they started bursting out of their clothes. BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! As one limb after another bulked and sprouted and bounded up, out, and away from them. Veins bulging out of their skin. They begged, “plllleeAAASSEE! nnnoOoOOOoOOO!” as their voices dropped even more into a huge, thunderous man’s voice. Their fate was sealed. They were men now, especially as their muscles one by one bulged up and swelled. Their bodies getting more and more dense hair. No amount of clothes could cover up their virility.

They must be silenced. There was no way the company could afford negative reviews. A wash came over their minds as the transformation slowed. As fast as it came, it ended. “Ohhhhh,” they moaned softly as their hair fell out of their heads very quickly, leaving them with none left on top and plenty everywhere else. Must be the excess testosterone. They all stood there naked coming to in a trance gently exploring their new bodies with their hands. It seemed normal to them now how hairy they’d become. It didn’t feel like just days ago their dads were dropping them off as kids. It felt normal to them how large, firm, and massive their bodies became.

It felt normal to them now that they were fully grown men. Men that enjoyed the outdoors. Men that were very capable and handy around the house and yard. Men that worked hard for their money and knew how to enjoy life as well.

Months later, they were just grown men like everyone else in society. The big secret was that they were just kids months ago and were now men in their 40s. But nobody talked about it, so the process continued happening for generations of boys looking to be accepted by their fathers.

[ravenwriter16]

hello I want to draw your emperors

Can you give me a quick description of their appearances ☺️❤️

And perhaps the princess to.

oooh! Okay okay okay!

Just a heads up, whenever I have an image in my head, sometimes it's hard to put down into words. Some descriptions might be more detailed and others not so much. I'll try my best so please bear with me!😁

Also, the boys have at LEAST three styles and I'm just going to write them all down to the best of my ability! I hope this helps!

Sun:

Features: He has five golden rays, blue eyes, and his body colors are a soft yellow and a cream white. His teeth are like normal, his canines just a tad sharper than usual. Some faint scratches here and there, showcasing the many missions and sparing sessions he went through in his lifetime.

Usual Attire: A white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up and the first button un-buttoned. A red cloak that mostly hands off his left shoulder and is held in place with a golden four-pointed star brooch. Brown trousers that cuff towards the top of his knee-high leather boots. His sword scabbard tied to his belt and handing off the right side of his hip.

Training Attire: Sleeveless and tight black shirt with leather pants. Same type of boots and scabbard position as "Usual Attire". His belt as pouches (one full of small throwing stars) and a small sheath on the back for a dagger. A braided leather bracelet around his wrist (Gift from child!Y/n).

Formal Attire: *Just going to copy paste from fic* "His rays shone in the sunlight, as well as his crown of smaller golden spikes with ruby gems imbedded into it. His shirt white with golden tassels, his pants red with a golden strip down the sides. A red cloak attached to the Emperor’s brooch on his shoulder. On his chest were many military medals, no doubt from his time on the battlefield. But the medal showcasing the emblem of the Celestial Guard stand out among them."

Moon:

Features: Same height as Sun (Minus Sun's rays). He has blood-red eyes and his body colors are silverish gray and dark blue. His teeth are sharp and so are his talons. Around his hands are faint scars from using spells and his time as a thief.

Usual Attire: Black dress shirt (Sleeves rolled up ONLY when he's in his office and buried in work) with black trousers that go over his boots. Hanging from his black leather belt is a silver tassel with star charms and small glass beads (A gift from child!y/n). He wears his usual leather gloves that hide his scars (He only ever takes them off when he is done for the day and only with his family). And of course, he also has a night cape made from a blue fabric with yellow stars. On the end of the cap is the usual white star.

Teaching Attire: A white robe with gray spiral designs around the hem and sleeve cuffs. Same shirt, pants, and boots as "Usual Attire". He has white cloth gloves with a silver mana sigil sewed in on the back of them. He still has his nightcap, but he uses a broch to keep the end in place (Much like a bun)

Formal Attire: *Copy pasted from fic with some adjustments*A black oriental vest, silver threads making elegant designs of stars and waves around his collar. A dark blue waistcoat covers most of his vest, yet it dipped so the embroidery could be seen by all. His black leather gloves concealing his sharper talons, though if you looked closer you could see the small points. A dark blue wizard hat with a glowing white star on the end finishes the look.

Eclipse:

Features: A while head taller than his husbands. More built body wise. Four arms with sharp talons. Eyes that are fully black with golden irises. He has about ten rays, Five large golden ones with five smaller black rays in the front. He has scars along his back, down his arms, and large ones across his chest.

Usual Attire: A maroon dress shirt, a black vest, and (slightly darken) grey pants with black embroidery of suns and crescent moons on the end of the pant legs. Black dress shoes. Hidden under his shirt is a necklace with a small shiny pebble incased in a cage of silver (A gift from child!y/n).

Work Attire: Gold-rimmed circular reading glasses that hang around his neck from a silver chain. He wears the same shirt as Usual attire but with no vest, and the same with his shoes. His plants are black with a golden stripe down the sides. When he goes outside his office he puts on a long black frock coat.

Fromal Attire: A black shirt underneath a shiny and ornate red vest. Same pants as Work Attire and same shoes as Usual Attire. A large red cloak attached around his chest and on his shoulder with ruby encrusted brooch baring the design of a wolf head. In one of his rays is a hanging ruby earring.

Y/n:

Features: Femine physique, long hair, and ears that--

"-were pointed and pitch black with small specks of grey. The nerves in that part of your ear were destroyed so you could not feel anything there. In fact, your hearing wasn’t even normal anymore, it was deafened somewhat. Not enough to affect your day-to-day life, but enough to notice the difference that it drove you up the walls sometimes. The texture of the black-gray speckled tips was rough like gravel. It fell apart like gravel as well, your left ear chipped from when you wouldn’t stop tugging on them all those years ago. Sometimes you still do when your especially angry."

I can't go into more detail about Y/n's features because it is YOU who is in her place.

Clothing is really whatever the Dads buy Y/n. But what she does prefer is a tunic, trousers, and boots. Really anything that is easy to move in.

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

Okay okay, so after being obsessed with a certain Mr Saturo, I had to turn from writing horror stories, to smutty fanfic....anything to satisfy my obsessed 😅

So here goes, my try at some smutty Gojo work! Please be gentle with me, it's my first time 😏

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Plot

Moved to Japan after mother married into clan.

Grew up seeing spirits and fighting them without training.

Met Gojo and Geto at sweet treat parlour.

Assumed gojo was blind because of his darkned glasses so offered to help him cross the street without realising he was with geto.

Gojo plays along.

Gojo offers to pay for me to hang out with them at a bar, get incredibly drunk together, stay at his where we have an intense night of pleasure.

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Can I ask you something kinda personal?

10, 10 and a half on a good day

What

What

Ummm, isn't it jarring for you to be blind at a packed out bar?

After my father died, my mother mourned for years. It was hard at times, considering she stopped working, and it meant I had to fend for myself from an early age, but overall I couldn't hate her for how she reacted. I couldn't even imagine losing my soul mate, let alone having to raise a child that looked exactly like him alongside making ends meet. After a few years of shit, I came home from uni and she told me after dinner that we had to move. I assumed it was because of my bad attitude at my lectures, or possibly because of debt, but as I opened my mouth to apologise, she told me she'd signed a contract, something to do with an arrange marriage, but that it meant we had to pack our things up and leave by the morning. I assumed she was lying and trying a last ditch effort to save me from the weight of bailiffs banging on our door in the morning, but I agreed and headed to my room to pack. Id given her enough grief over the years, and if it meant I got to leave that shitty school behind, I didn't care where we ended up. Seeing shit no one else can see, and having to kill said things all whilst trying to stray away from the 'psycho girl with dead daddy issues' allegations meant I wasn't exactly the happiest kid to be around most of the time, and meant that I wasn't exactly the highest achiever either.

After learning from a young age that none of my other classmates could see the monsters under their beds, or the weird disfigured creatures hanging around our teachers necks, I knew early on that I wasn't a normal kid. Years of therapist after therapist telling me I had severe trauma and that it was all in my mind, never really added up to me, especially when the apparent 'psychological apparitions' would sit on top of me and bare their teeth, cut me whenever they could, and would hold me under water as I struggled to breathe. These bastards weren't imaginary, and I had to fight for my life to get them off of me on multiple occasions. But hey, my dad died and my mum was going crazy, so you can't exactly  blame everyone for assuming I was cutting myself and making it up, right?

Morning came and as I got dressed and brought my bags downstairs to the front door, a strange man stood almost the same height of the entire doorframe, and greeted me.

"Nanami." He grabbed my bags gently but firmly from my hands and turned to walk towards his blacked out car. "This way please, miss. We'll miss our flight."

Something mildly comforting washed over me as this stern but gentle giant opened the car door for me. Inside my mother, her small purse and my childhood stuffed rabbit sat in the backseat.

"I get to ride shotgun?! Sick!" I exclaimed, never in my life had I ever gotten the chance to ride in such a fancy car, let alone upfront for everyone to see.

Pulling out of the drive, the man barely spoke. The whole journey was silent and when I asked for the radio to be put on, he didn't seem to even register that I spoke, focusing solely on driving us to our destination. I huffed and pulled my iPod from my bag, putting my headphones in i blasted my music and decided to pretend I was in sad music video for the rest of the journey. Arriving at the airport, I asked mum what we were going to do, considering we didn't have passports, to which Nanami pulled 3 passports from his left pocket and showed the front desk. Straight to a private jet, i couldnt help but smugly walk past every other person in line, declaring in a low tone, but loud enough for people to hear, 'guess we're just too good to wait.' I giggled towards my mother, who was still hanging her head low, contemplating the situation that we were going to meet when we stepped foot off the plane. I asked Nanami where we were heading, and again, he stayed silent.

"Am I just a ghost to you people? Ooooh im a ghoooooost....im gonna get'ch!" I joke to my mother,  tickling her sides abruptly. After her letting out a gentle laugh, I sprung behind Nanami and tried to tickle his sides. Hard as rock. God man this man was built like a Greek god. I won't lie, you could tell he was well trimmed from his tight fitted shirt, but it honestly felt like I was running my fingers against a brick wall.

"Please. This way." He gestured, completely unfazed.

Boarding the plane was magical, it felt like I was a celebrity! The long runway made it feel like everyone was adoring our presence, pretend paparazzi snapping pictures of our latest clothes, and I imagined waving goodbye to all my adoring fans as we were escorted to our seats. Leather recliners on a private jet? What the hell was my mum marrying into?! She was a beautiful, slender woman with bright blue eyes and long blonde hair, but even with that, surely just her looks didn't land her a millionaire, right?! I jumped into my seat and immediately laid it down in the sleeping position, to which Nanami forced it back upright and told me to behave.

"This isnt a vacation, you know that right? Your mother is sacrificing her happiness so you could join Jujitsu high school, so act with a little respect please."

Embarrassment clung to my face as I thanked my mum for her upcoming ordeal.

"Yeah, so, mums marrying some rich guy, which means I get to do some Japanese prancy dance moves right? Sounds kinda cool actually."

I smirk at Nanami, trying to break a smile from his lips.

"You actually have no idea what jujitsu is do you? Did you tell her nothing of this arranged marriage, and what her duties are to be going forward?" Nanami glared at my mother, evidently annoyed at her lack of explanation.

"I've told her she's going to a new school, and will have a new father. She'll find the rest out by herself im sure. She's resourceful enough." My mother didn't even look up from her shoes as she spoke to Nanami.

"Rest now, we arrive in 7 hours. I have business to sort." Nanami loosened his tie, disappeared off into the cockpit, leaving me and my mother to rest and contemplate our new future ahead of us.

I awoke to the plane landing on the runway and immediately looked out the window to see where the hell we were. Japan. What the fuck?! I didn't even know how to speak Japanese, how the hell was i going to go to a school here?!

"Um, mum? WHAT THE FUCK?! How am I gonna speak to anyone at the new school?! They're going to think im some dumb tourist and alienate me straight away!" I sink back into my seat, head in my hands, furious with my mother that she's dragged me half way around the world for some dick and money. Before she could even open her mouth, Nanami appeared,

"Right. We're here. Let's get you both off safely and into the car waiting for you."

"You're not driving us again? I don't think mum knows the driving laws in Japan, and certainly doesn't have a Japanese driving licence...." He put his hand out for me to stop talking.

"The driver is waiting, I'll meet back up with you later." He bowed and exited the plane, leaving us to get our bags and wonder around the airport, hoping to look for someone holding a sign that says "dipshit English tourists this way".

After exiting the plane we were greeted with a smiley young man with bright pink hair, and another slightly older man with glasses, opening a car door for us.

"Yo Im Yuji! You must be Y/N, I've heard absolutely nothing about you except your name!" He donned a sweet smile and opened his arms for an embrace. As I looked towards my mum, he pulled me into his embrace and squeezed tightly.

"You're....friendly" I say as all the air escapes my lungs, "you speak English too, what a relief! I was terrified I wouldn't understand you and you'd think I was rude!" I try my best to seem upbeat, but I was totally terrified being in a new country, a million miles away from where I was born.

"Well yeah, it's our second language duh! Plus on our way over here Saturo had told us you probably didn't speak a word of Japanese so it'd probably be more welcoming if we spoke English!"

"Saturo? Sick name by the way!" I smiled politely towards the elder gentleman next to Yuji, assuming this was him.

"You think Ijichi is Saturo?!" Yuji roared with laughter, holding his sides as fell to the floor. Ijichi let out a grin and corrected me,

"Im Ijichi, you'll meet Saturo later im sure. That man never fails to make an....interesting entrance."

After we climbed into the car, Ijichi explained to us that mum would be dropped off at the new clan residence as I was then to be dropped to Jujtisu high school straight after.

"Clan? Mum you sure you don't need me to come with you, and make sure this creep really is who he said he was?" I nervously stare at mum, who still hangs her head low.

"It's fine, I've been instructed i need to meet this clan alone first, then introduce you after you've settled in at school. I'll be fine I promise, plus Nanami is waiting for me, and Ijichi will be coming back after dropping you and Yuji at school."

"Yeah she'll be fine! It's not a scary clan, they just think western woman are hot." Yuji giggled, trying to reassure me as best he could. "Plus, I get to show off the newbie to everyone, im kinda excited to not be the newbie anymore anyway!" He leaned against me, patting me on the thigh as he said this, then realised his hand lingered for more than a split second, and immediately recoiled and flustered himself. 

"Plus, seeing Saturo's reaction to you coming a day early will be hilarious! He likes to think he knows everything, so now I know something he doesn't! This is gonna be juicy."

After what seemed like only a second of looking out at the lush cherry blossom petals dancing in the wind, we arrived at the clans residence  and mum stepped out. Ijichi escorted her to the front steps and instructed her to wait there for Nanami.

"It's an hours drive to the school, but try to make yourself comfortable and wait for my return. A woman needs a male escort for her first visitation, even in these circumstances." Mum sat on her suitcase and pulled a book from her purse, she wasn't much of a reader but I could tell she was trying to pretend she was, and wanted onlooking eyes to have a good first impression of her. As we drove to the school i instructed Yuji to teach me every Japanese swear word he knew, and what I needed to know about everyone I was about to meet.

As we stepped out of the car, Ijichi spared no time and sped away, I was kinda happy with this though, as I didn't like the idea of my mother being left alone in a strange new area all by herself.

"So here it is! The best school in Japan! Do you know how to fight btw? I never actually asked." Yuji quizzed as he put his hand behind his head and smiled.

"I know how to handle myself if that's what you mean." I smirk, taking a fighting stance.

"Good enough, let's meet everyone!" He giggled, linking my arm and walking me under the archway, toward a massive field.

"Ahem, HERE SHE IS!" He suddenly exclaimed, making every student turn and glare.

I raise a hand and wave slightly, tilting my head and smiling.

"Yoooo, I'm Y/N, nice to meet you guys."

A strange, bright red nunchuck style stick comes hurling towards me, I duck as it narrowly misses my head.

"Not bad, I guess." Maki snarls, turning her back to me.

A literal Panda comes running towards me, smiling and grinning?

"Hi hi hi hi hi" Panda exclaims, frantically greeting me. Before I can even move, he scoops me up and continues running with me, towards the middle of the open field. He drops me to my feet and takes a fighting stance, "let's see how you fight a real sorcerer."

"You expect me to fight an actual Panda....that talks?!" I question, shaking slightly but still excited at the oddity in front of me.

"Well why not? The best introductions are with actions after all, we need to know what we're working with." He immediate rushes towards me, faster than I can register, and before I know it, im upside down in the air. I spin around trying to gain my balance, but come crashing down, sliding face first along the dirt. I jump to my feet and spit grass from my mouth, then immediately rushing him and staying low to the ground, I try to swipe his large trunks from under him, but am met with him now standing behind me, again he flips me in the air as if I weigh nothing, crashing to the ground again, he appears on top of me, sitting on my back. I let out a yelp and can't believe the sheer amount of pain im feeling, to then be in his arms again.

"Sorry, too much for you? I thought they said you could fight. Apologises." He smiles, with a slightly look of concern for my spine crossing his face. He gently stands me on my feet as I swipe at his face, landing a large slap across it.

"I can, but against crappy monsters, not a literal panda, that I've never actually seen in the flesh before now." I snap, annoyed at how slow I am in comparison already.

"Cheap shot" I hear snapped from a man sulking next to Maki.

"Don't be mean Megumi " Panda retaliates, "she got me good." He says rubbing his cheek where my hand landed.

"He's just sulking because Maki bestest him, yet again. He's usually pretty alright once you get to know him." Panda says with a smirk.

"So, if we've all realised I can't fight for shit against a literal bear, my room?" I smirk, glancing at everyone to see who'll point me in the right direction.

"I got ya! We're going out for ice cream anyway, so I'll show you to your room, let you chuck your bags in there and we'll head off." Yuji says with a giggle, linking my arm again and showing me the way to the shared accommodation.

After putting my bags on the floor of the tiny room presented as mine, I turn to find Yuji leant against my doorframe, giggling at how big my suitcase is.

"It's bigger than you!" He laughs, turning his head to compare sizes,

"Easy enough to fit someone in if they annoyed me enough." I say, looking sharply at him, with a menacing smile on my face. He gulps and lets out a soft laugh, praying im joking.

"Aaaanyway, let's find the others and head out! You like ice cream? I love it, especially strawberries and cream!" He says moving out of the doorway, letting me pass him into the corridor.

"Mint has my heart, everyday." I grasp at my chest, pretending to be shot with cupids arrow. He lets out a sigh of relief, and we meet the others.

On the walk into town, I stay beside Yuji, as nice as the others seem, he's been the only one consistently not trying to break my spine, throw objects at me or staring at me with the darkest stare I could imagine, clearly trying to work me out. We arrived at a sweet little corner shop, laced with pictures of cute ice creams, mochi and iced drinks. The others walk on in as I linger behind. Yuji turns to look back at me, smiling his sweet grin, as I gesture I'll be right there. An odd feeling of being watched falls over me as I search the streets for who it could be coming from. Not finding the stare i was looking for, i glance back towards the shop and see two strikingly beautiful men coming out the front door.

The first had long, jet black hair with a thin string of hair dangling in front of his left eye. His smile seemed to illuminate the street, as his soft giggle flooded my brain. The second man, stood slightly behind him as they exited the shop, was tall, lean, with the whitest hair I'd ever seen. He donned circular glasses that glinted with the suns rays. As I pulled my arm up to shield my eyes from the glint, I felt that strange stare growing stronger.

"Oh, hello there little one." Suddenly the tall man appeared instantly behind me.

"My glasses causing you issues are they? Yeahhhh, they usually get that reaction from pretty ladies." He smirked, his smile causing me to yelp slightly, as i spin to greet him.

"Oh No no it's okay, you clearly need them, I didn't mean to offend you, im sorry. Was I in your way? I didn't realise you were visually impair..." Before I could finish my sentence he grabbed my arm, almost comically wobbling as if he didn't know where his feet were landing.

"Oh yeah, yeah, I can't see, could you help me cross this street please? My helper wondered off I think." It seemed as if he was stifling his laughter at a personal joke I wasn't in on. I heard a large sigh from directly behind me, and the man with the jet hair appeared an inch away from us.

"Is that him? I recognise that sigh anywhere....where did you go Geto? You know I can't see. He's deaf you see, what a bunch we are ey!" He started waving his arms out in front of him, trying to find the man's body,

"No im not. He's just an ass. Suguro Geto. And you are?" His annoyance at his friend instantly disappeared as he smiled at me and advanced his hand for a shake.

"Y/N. Nice to meet you too." I shake his hand and then don a bow, hoping I was doing this correctly. He laughed and pulled the white haired guy by the arm next to him,

"Say goodbye to your new friend, and let's get back to work shall we."

"We'll play again later, cya little one." The white haired man smiled, tilting his head to the side and audibly clicked his tongue, as if to mimic a wink.

"Oh, er, yeah okay, bye!" I say, completely shocked by this surprise encounter.

I walk towards the shop and am greeted with Yuji holding out a mint ice cream for me.

"Here we go! Get lost?"

"I met some hot guys, I guess, and it kinda....anyway, thanks! How much do I owe you?" I reach for my purse in my backpack,

"Oh nothing, Panda brought yours, after Yano, nearly breaking your spine like bamboo." Yuji giggled, standing slightly to the side to show Panda at the counter, apologetically smiling at me.

I lifted my ice cream towards him to show my appreciation and began to eat. On the walk back, I spoke to Yuji about my encounter with the strange men, he seemed quiet at first then let out a small giggle.

"Yeah, im sure you'll see them again. They're kinda famous around here." With that, I hear running footsteps behind us and swing round with a clenched fist, pushing yuji's head down, ready to punch whoever was trying to get a dirty shot in with his back turned.

"Oh hey there, im guessing Yuji and Y/N? You've both got distinctive voices, and seeing as im BLIND im completely guessing here. Tell me im right?" The white haired guy appeared now in front of us, and before Yuji could answer, i splutter out,

"Yes, that's us! For a blind guy you're impressively fast. And correct."

Yuji looks completely baffled by this interaction, and stares at the white haired guy for a second, before donning a massive grin and agreeing with my statement.

"These are the guys i was telling you about Yuji, the ones that stopped to chat outside the shop."

"The hot guys right? The ones that 'took your breath away' right." He smirked, giggling towards the white haired guy.

" I wouldn't say that." The jet black haired guy interrupts, as my face grew redder and redder. He walked past us and stood in front of us, next to his friend.

"I didn't...say that Yuji, and you know it." I embarrassingly stuttered, trying to hide my face behind my ice cream.

The white haired guy leans in towards my face, his lips inches from my ear, tilts his head slightly and whispers,

"You're secret safe with me little one. "

I didn't even know this level of embarrassment existed.

He stood upright and waves a wad of cash infront of me.

"This'll be enough to get you guys in tonight, and enough to get yourself something nice to wear, right?" I stared at the sheer amount of money Infront of me. Even thought I didn't quite understand the exchange rate yet, this clearly looked like a lot of money.

Yuji quickly swipes it from his hand,

"Yeah I think it'll be enough. Thanks s...erm, Mr. What time are we meeting you both?"

I stood frozen in place, were people really like this in Japan? Especially to young women they'd never met before. I grew nervous. I stood slightly behind Yuji and asked him quietly if it was alright to take this much money off a blind man, to which I was interrupted.

"Trust me, no one would dare mess with this blind guy." He giggles and leans against his friend.

"Now, meet us here at, say, 8pm?" Yuji agreed and linked my arm to lead us off, I look back and see the white haired guy looking back at me, head tilted, seemingly staring at my ass as I walk off. He falls slightly and reaches his arms out, frantically trying to find his friends body to hold onto. His friend sighs and drags him by the collar, walking in the opposite direction to us.

After arriving back at the shared accommodation, we all agreed to get ready and meet at the training field to all walk together to meet the men. After a shower, I see an outfit placed on my bed. A note on top of it read "hope this fits". A lace crop top and a small skirt with high heels hid under the note, not my usual attire at all, but I assumed Yuji had tried his best at shopping and dropped it off for me. It was a sweet idea and to my surprise he did have impeccable taste, this outfit looked expensive. Easily £300 back home, at least. Careful not to ruin the material i put the outfit on and immediately felt exposed, the lace top barely hiding my bare chest, and the skirt leaving very little to the imagination. I wasn't bending down for anyone tonight. The entire outfit complimented my figure perfectly, even down to the shoes.

"Damn im kinda hot." I say looking in the mirror, admiring how the skirt clings to my ass.

"Knock knock, im coming in, scream if you're not decent." Panda erupts into my room, nearly falling through the door, clearly having had a few drinks already.

"Can pandas drink alcohol?"

"I'd drink you under the table any day dear!" He says stumbling to his feet.

"Damn you're hot." He says, eyes wide admiring my legs.

"Eyes up here buddy," I say leaning down, meeting his eyes so they follow mine as I stand backup.

Yuji appears in the doorway, arm around megumi, pulling him close as he loudly laughs throwing his head back. Even megumi seems slightly more cheery now.

"Maki not coming?" I ask, searching for her possibly behind Yuji shoulder,

"Nah, she hates drinking, would much rather get a good nights rest and kick our asses at training tomorrow morning." Megumi huffs, looking slightly towards Yuji then down, almost annoyed.

"Alright, everyone's looking hot, let's get our asses to meet those, mystery men" Yuji exclaims, as he says mystery men he brings his shoulders up and wiggles his fingers as if to imply they're creepy ghouls from a ghost story.

We strut off in our best dressed attire, and head to the town. I have the same eerie feeling as before, that someone's watching my back, and as I turn to look over my shoulder a gust of wind howls over me, exposing my ass slightly.

"Saw that!" Panda exclaims, pointing to my ass, him and Yuji almost falling over each other as they walk. I roll my eyes and smile, hopefully tonight should be fun, I've never gotten drunk in a Japanese bar before, obviously.

We reach the now closed ice cream shop, and as I lean against the wall pulling a cigarette from my back pocket, Yuji stumbles next to me, thumping his back hard against the brick.

"You look kinda Hot yano." He hiccuped

"You've got good taste in clothes then I guess, thank you! I wouldn't even know where to look for clothes around here, let alone ones as nice as these!" I pat my pockets searching for my lighter, as a wave of confusion crosses his face. He opens his mouth,

"I didn't..."

A lighter clicks and lights the end of my cigarette,

"Here you go." The white haired man appearing infront of us suddenly.

"Oh, thanks" I say, then inhaling the flame through the cigarette.

"Impeccable aim for a blind man, yet again." I say as I try to exhale the smoke away from his face. He leans closer towards me slightly,

"That's not the only impressive thing about me." He smirks then appears next to Yuji, putting his arm around his shoulder.

"Drunk already i see? Let's see if we can finally get you laid tonight then shall we?" He walks Yuji towards an alley opposite the shop as we all follow.

"I wouldn't even know what to do, how to start." Yuji sheepishly says in a hushed tone.

"It's fine, just make sure they're ontop and you'll be fine." The white haired man giggles confidently, "Trust me."

Yuji tries to shake the embarrassed look on his face and exclaims,

"Told you we scrub up good right?"

The white haired man turning his head slightly to look behind him in my direction,

"Very." He clicks his tongue again and my cheeks grow rosy.

As we turn the corner, a sudden bustling line waited outside the club, it was strange we couldn't hear them before with how loud they all were. I put my cigarette out and flick it into the nearest cigarette bin, and turned to Yuji, who was frantically looking for the money he had put in his pocket.

"Looking for this? I hand him the large wad of cash that had fallen out of his pocket the second he leaned against the wall earlier.

" Eugh, you life saver!" He sighed with relief. I pull it back slightly before he reaches it,

"Need me to look after it?" I ask, genuinely concerned it would fall out of his pocket again instantly.

"Nah nah I got this." He puts it in his front pocket and pats it a couple of times, before laughing and running his hand through his hair.

We join the queue to get in, only to see the white haired guy waving for us to jump the queue and join him inside.

"How the hell does he do that? Are you. Sure he's blind?" I lean towards Yuji, questioning this guys speed.

"Mhm." Yuji giggles, daring to look at me as we walk towards the front doors.

Inside music thumped loudly, people dancing filled almost every inch of the place, and a bar sat almost directly to the right of the door we just entered.

"I'll grab the first round of drinks!" Panda shouts, beckoning us to him as he stands at the bar, with the waiter impatiently waiting for orders from him. After collecting our drinks, we stand at the bar, scanning for a place to sit, when the jet black haired guy appears beside us,

"Follow me up here." He leads  us up a set of slyly hidden stairs and into a vip area. The white haired guy of course sat, legs spread in the middle of a sofa, tapping his Lap for someone to take the seat. Yuji barges past me and lunges himself into the invitation, making the white haired guy throw his head back laughing,

"Not the skirt i was hoping would be sat here but im not complaining." He puts his arms around yujis waist, pulling him in, cuddling his back.

Panda sits down on the floor cross legged and pats his thigh for me to sit on it so I don't have to sit awkwardly next to megumi, who was far more drunk than he had first let on. I perch on pandas lap lightly, afraid I'd be heavy and hurt him, he laughs and pulls me closer so he can steal a sip of my drink from my straw. We laugh about the music choices, and they relay panda besting my ass in 3 seconds flat, to the two beautiful guys, now sat next to each other on the sofa, with Yuji now sitting on each outside knee of theirs in the middle.

Panda takes megumi outside to puke, and Yuji and the black haired guy go and fetch more drinks, as I sit opposite the beautiful man before me.

"Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?" I awkwardly blurt out as it feels like he's staring into my soul.

"10, 10 and a half on a good day."

"What?"

"What?" He quickly replies, smirking at me whilst taking a sip of his drink.

"Um...anyway, isn't it jarring being blind in a busy club? Im guessing your hearing is heightened, so isn't it just super loud for you?" I question, sitting slightly forward towards him so I don't have to shout so loud.

"Im used to it. Im a busy guy, and I spend most weekends here chatting to people, so you get used to it." He says, copying my leaning forward pose. The stare behind his glasses is intoxicating, even if he can't actually see me. Suddenly panda returns, helping carry the drinks. He leans over to me, muttering something about being sorry for leaving me with such a creep, and slaps my back, a little harder than I think he meant to, making me yelp at the force. I could hear the white haired man's soft voice in my ear somehow,

"Here, try this, a little more comfortable I think." And suddenly i was now sat ontop of this beautiful man's lap, i jump up and nearly flash my whole ass to him.

"I mean, that's one way to make me look I suppose," he grins, looking over the top of his glasses, exposing the brightest blue eyes I'd ever seen. Visibly impressed, he pulls me back onto his lap and whispers,

"Not bad for a blind guy ey?"

"I KNEW IT! There was no way you were actually blind, the sped, the confidence, the waltz!" I exclaimed, catching him in his lie.

"Hey, you're the one who assumed. I just never corrected you. I thought it was sweet that you wanted to take care of a stranger, especially on your first day in Japan." His cocky laugh echoed throughout my brain as he threw his head backwards, I mean cmon, how could I ever be mad at someone as charismatic as him.

Everyone erupted into a roar of laughter as I was finally clued in on the personal joke. I rolled my eyes and glanced at the jet black haired guy, who only seemed to exhale a slight laugh.

"He's usually like this with pretty girls he gets his eyes on. No one can stand in the way of Saturo Gojo, and his relentless mission to get a girls number."

"Hey! Im not that bad Geto, I can't help it when I see something i like." He sits up slightly, readjusting me on his lap as if I weigh nothing. Suddenly I feel a lump in his trousers. My back stiffens as I feel it and his hand then rests on my thigh.

"I wasn't lying about earlier, before you asked the personal question." He pressed slightly on my thigh so I could feel the lump harder against my ass.

Before I could react, he shot up, leaving me softly sink into the now warm seat he left behind, and exclaimed,

"Shots!" From behind him 2 waitresses appeared holding 4 trays of bright green shots, laying them down on the table next to us, he flashed them a hefty tip, and they both giggled to each other excitedly as they left. He divided them between us, but gave me and him an extra 2 each. We clinked and sinked them one after another, and headed for the dance floor. Now incredibly tipsy, I grabbed yujis hand and told him we had to dance to this song! As we clumsily danced opposite each other, I felt an arm around my waist. I reached to grab yujis arm in a panic, when suddenly Gojo was next to me. The hand belonging to him.

"Mind if I steal this dance?" He leaned over my shoulder towards Yuji, looked over his glasses as he directed the question to him,

"Be my guest man, she can't dance for shit anyway" he laughed spinning around and attempting to dance to the rhythm. Gojos eyes suddenly looked from the corner of his glasses back at me, and smirked a devilish grin. "Thanks."

He leads me by my waist away from Yuji into a slight clearing on the dance floor and begins to sway to the rhythm, still tightly holding one hand on my waist. Flustered, I decide to close my eyes and embrace this man's clear interest in me, far too drunk to actually care, and begin swaying my hips to the music. After a few minutes of dancing, I suddenly bump into the wall behind me, unaware that we'd even moved this close to the stairwell, and began laughing drunkly at myself. I open my eyes fully and see Gojo smirking at me, extremely close to my face now. Looking up at him, embarrassed, I look down and giggle. He places a finger under my chin to meet his gaze again, as he looks at me over the top of his glasses yet again. He places his hand on the wall behind my head and leans in, putting his lips inches away from mine so I can feel his hot breath on me, he whispers,

"Let's see that new room of yours then shall we?"

I scoff and lean closer to him, our lips barely touching as I whisper back at him,

"You. Wish." I duct out from under his arm and grab the lower half of his shirt and pull him backwards towards the dance floor. Soaking wet but trying my best to hide this fact, he spins and pulls me closer to him, lifting my thigh up so our pelvises are touching each other, I feel the lump again.

"Must I beg? It's been many years since a girls turned down my advances, but hell, I like the chase. Easy girls are boring, I can tell you're a feisty one." He growls lowly in my ear as he pulls me closer, if that was even possible. I giggle and lean my head up to meet his ear,

"Show me why I'd even bother risking my safety with a pretty boy like you? I can tell you always get what you want, and where's the fun in that?"

He smirks as I pull my mouth away from his ear, and reaches his hand to the base of my neck, keeping me from pulling away too far, tightening his other grip on my thigh.

"My beds definitely comfier anyway, plus my rooms far enough away from everyone else's, they might not be able to hear you screaming, at least at the beginning anyway." He pulls me closer to him, pressing his glass lips against mine. Such a soft yet passionate kiss from him, I expected more restraint from my end, but god damn was he beautiful, and those eyes, they could make anyone crumble, like im sure they had multiple times in the past.

As he pulled away, I felt myself following him, not wanting to leave it at just one kiss, he laughed with a low tone and loosened his grip on my thigh, letting it lower, whilst also letting go on the base on my neck. The hand that was holding my thigh playfully grazed the front of my skirt,

"I knew it, let's hope there's not a wet patch on the front of my best trousers now, ey," I shyly hide my face and prayed no one would notice if I had soaked his trousers from this quick embrace, he tucked my hair behind my ear and leant down again,

"Show me your room." Less flirty now, it sounded more strict, but still low and sultry, I nodded as he grabbed my hand.

As he lead me through the crowd, he pulled his other hand up to signal to Geto and panda that we were leaving. I could hear panda laughing and wolf  whistling our way, and I swore I heard Getos predictable sigh from across the dance floor, still up in the vip room.

"He's always so jealous when I try to leave early without him." Gojo jokes, still leading me behind him as we make our way outside and towards the ice cream shop.

"Bit of a ladies man are you?" I quiz, jealousy leaking from my lips as I say it.

"I get a lot of attention yes, and who wouldn't like that? Pretty girls dancing around me, makes me feel important." He admits, laughing like it's not at all off putting to his current endeavour.

"Hmm." I mumble to myself. Hearing me, he slows his pace and tightens the grip on my hand slightly,

"I don't fuck a lot of people though...being the strongest sorcerer has its downfalls...you make a lot more enemies than friends, and girls only see the money and the eyes, they don't actually listen to what I say, or care to know who I actually am." He sounded hurt, but quickly dawns a smile on his face,

"But I can tell you're different. You offered to help me, regardless of who I was, and seemed shocked when I waved that money in your face earlier."

"You were testing me?" I abruptly stop. Drunk me had a habit of starting arguments, which usually lead to what was meant to be a one night stand, turning into me kicking their ass because they insult me.

"He stops too, slightly infront of me, and as I pull my hand away he follows it, letting it go though.

"I suppose...a test of character, not of sexual compatibility I assure you, little thing." He looks back at me,

"Plus, I didn't even know if you wanted me like that, who am I to assume you wanted me the way I wanted you?" His smile turns to a smirk as he fixes his glasses up his nose.

"Yeah, like you knew you wanted me the first time you saw me. That's some romance novel shit. If you just wanna fuck then say it! We're not kids, just be upfront, I don't mind as long as I know it's just that." I drunkenly stumble ahead of him, leading my way back to the school, in the direction I think it is. He grabs my arm, gently but with enough pressure to stop me.

"It's not just a fuck, I promise you that. Don't get me wrong, I'm one hell of a tease, as I'm sure you've already gathered, but I do genuinely like your mind. From what little I've seen of it. I'm intrigued by you, Y/N." A strange sense of calm came over me when he said this, then suddenly a sharp twang of worry.

"MOVE!" I scream, pushing him out of the way. A bullet came hurdling towards us, and just as I winced, bracing for impact, it stopped, an inch infront of my left breast, then fell to the floor. I looked down to see where it had hit me, assuming the drunken adrenaline was hiding the pain from me, but nothing. No blood, no wound, just the bullet on the floor Infront of my feet. I look back up to see a darkened shadow fall towards the floor, then crashing into the sweet little shops windows, shattering it, and glass flying across the street. I frantically looked to where I had pushed Gojo, but he was nowhere to be seen. I suddenly look up and see him dusting himself off, emerging from the dust cloud in the middle of the road, and drunkenly stumble slightly before waving at me from the near distance.

I stumbled back and fell to the floor on my ass, unsure of if it was because of the sheer shock of seeing him now Infront of me apparently having hit that shadow, or if the drink really had buckled my legs, and I was far more drunk than I thought. He slowly walked towards me, much closer than he just was, offering out a hand to me.

"I haven't even touched you yet and your legs have already buckled." He cheekily said, pulling me to my feet.

"What the fuck just happened? The bullet? The glass?" I searched around to see if the shadow had emerged from the shops windows, but found nothing.

"See what I mean, more enemies than friends. Now, let's get back to the school before anyone else tries to stop me from seeing how you taste."

After getting to the school, I started to walk towards where my room was, in-between yuji and megumis, when he stopped me.

" I think my room might be better, don't you think? Hearing those drunk bastards stumbling home isn't exactly the relaxing atmosphere I want after a night like this." He gestures for us to go right instead of left, and up a flight of stairs. I roll my eyes, pretending to be unhappy about this situation but reluctantly agree. He pauses at the stairs entrance and let's me walk ahead of him.

"I would say you're such a gentleman, but it's clearly to see my ass in this skirt yuji brought me, isn't it..." Before I finished, looking back at him as I spoke, a pang of jealousy struck his face.

''yuji? You think itadori brought you that outfit?!" He erupted into a laugh, throwing his head back, nearly causing his glasses to fall from his face. "No, Yuji didn't buy you that. If yuji had brought you anything, it would've been a wash cloth with his stupid face printing onto it somehow. I brought it for you." His glasses glinted in the slither of light erupting from the window next to us, as he held my gaze.

"Oh, you...you did? Well, I guess....thanks! It fits nicely doesn't it."

"Mhm. Very nicely." He smirks, tilting his head slightly to peak an upshot look under my skirt.

"Fuck off,"  I giggle as I now walk up the impossible stairs sideways, "you're too tall to see up it anyway, especially with those glasses on. What are you, 8ft tall or what?!"

"6 foot 3 and a half." He corrects, proudly adding the half measure in there.

"Oh wow okay, I'm 5 foot 9 and thought I was tall, then bam, this pretty white haired angel comes and kicks my ass back down to earth." I stumbled slightly as we ascended the stairs, but he grabs my waist and corrects me so I don't fall face first onto the concrete steps.

" You're pretty tall for a woman, especially in Japan, it was nice to not have to crouch quite so low down when I'm talking to someone." He mutters, still clinging to my waist, stumbling slightly himself.

"You don't have to crouch for me, I like a tall man. My eyes look best when they're doe-y looking up at someone anyway, apparently."

"I know... Anyway, this is my room." It was the only room on the floor, and after what seemed like an eternity of climbing those stairs, he appeared now Infront of me, and grabbed my hand, leaded me to his door.

As soon as we entered his room, I stumbled to the bed and immediately flopped face first onto it. I was met with the softest mattress and duvet I had ever felt. Drunk or not, this bed swallowed me whole, and I gladly let it. He giggled, pulling my skirt slightly down so my ass was no longer exposed and headed to the bathroom.

"I'm gonna shower quick, feel free to get comfy, I have some spare oversized t-shirts and boxers in the draw if you need anything." I could hear the smile on his face, and him linger slightly longer to make sure I wasn't passed out. Without moving my head from being facedown, I propped up a  thumbs up and a small 'mmhmm' mumbled from my mouth.

After hearing him in the shower, I decided to find the clothes he mentioned and began rummaging in his top draw. I didn't expect to find multiple pairs of glasses all neatly stacked, multiple blindfolds pressed and folded, and what was this? Bright red rope? This dude is into some cool shit. After searching the rest of the draws and finally finding the outfit he described, I start to get changed. As I removed my top and skirt, standing there in nothing but my pants and my high heels, I stumble to the floor, laughing at myself. I hear him close to shower door as I scrambled for the t shirt I had laid out.

"Wait wait wait wait, I'm half naked in here. It straight up looks like a porno scene right now, don't come in!" I hear him laugh from behind the closed door,

"Now why would you entice me with such a prettily painted scene like that, then ask me to stay away, hmm?" I hear his hand rattle the doorknob as I pull the shirt over my head, and clamber for the boxers that now laid under his bed. I jumped to try find them, but didn't hear the door open.

"Just let me know when I can come in, okay?" He lowly giggled. I appreciated the gesture, not many men would have actually waited like that, drunk or not.

"You can cum in anytime Mr Gojo." I quietly mumble to myself as I pulled the boxers on and climbed into his bed,

"Ready." I muster, sitting patiently in his bed, like a kid waiting for their bedtime story.

"I heard that." He says, opening the door, standing there in nothing but a low hanging towel. I mean cmon, could he be anymore enticing?! The towel barely covering his manhood, I could see every inch of his body, and every curve of his abs. I quickly look away, cheeks flushing pink as I tried to pretend I didn't want to stare.

"You can look, I'm not shy." He says as I hear the towel hit the floor. I keep my eyes transfixed on the window opposite the bathroom door, barely making out his figure as it frosted over with the steam from the shower. Bastard steam blocking my view.

"No no, you gave me privacy, it's only fair I give you the same respect." I gulp, mustering some form of respectful tone.

"Good girl." He whispers, then immediately laughing.

"I'm sorry, I can't be sexy when I'm drunk. I tried okay." He flops into the bed and snuggles himself under the duvet, still completely naked.

"Did you want me to sleep on the floor, or?" Still rosy cheeked, I darent catch his gaze, because if I did, I'd jump straight ontop of him, and his perfectly sculpted body.

"You're allowed to look at me yano, I'm all covered up now." He smiles, moving slightly closer to me. I tense up feeling him move, and he backs away.

"Look who's shy now. You can sleep wherever you want to, as long as you're comfortable, im happy." He says, putting one hand behind his head.

"I can't look at you, because if I did, I think we'd both regret it in the morning."

"I regret nothing, life only gives us lessons to learn from and we move on. Who's saying you'd regret it though? I can assure you that you wouldn't. If that's what you wanted to do anyway." I could feel his icy stare beaming at the back of my head, waiting eagerly for me to face him.

"I know what I'm like, one sniff and I'm obsessed. I couldn't do that to someone like you, you probably have more than enough fangirls following you around, you don't need another, especially at school."

He sits up slightly, leaning his head towards me, taking his glasses off and flinging them to his side.

"Id gladly have you obsess over me. That way it wouldn't be one sided anymore, right?"

He places a finger under my chin and pulls my face towards his. My eyes closed tightly shut and making a stupid, scrunched up face, I muster

"Trust me Gojo, you don't want a girl like me lusting after a guy like you. No one else would get a look in. Id kick their ass for even walking in your general direction." I feel his breath once again an inch from my lips,

"And who says I haven't been waiting for someone like that, my entire life?"

His glass lips almost touching mine, I unscrew my face and lean further towards him, teasing him with my tongue lightly touching his lips.

"You sure you want this manic falling in love with you? I see weird shit no one else sees, yano. I'm crazy. Bat shit."

"My kinda girl." He mutters as his hand cradles my face. He pulls me into him as we embrace in a passion kiss, I sink my body slowly down the bed, as he slowly pulls me under him slightly. I put my hand on his bare chest, and push him away after easily the hottest kiss of my life.

"So what's with your top draw ey? Blind folds, rope, you're a kinky guy I'm guessing?" I giggle, raising an eyebrow as I lose myself in his gaze.

"The glasses and blindfolds are to protect my eyes, my abilities are excruciatingly exhausting, so it's nice to take a break now and then, it helps with keeping the girls in check too, cause if I flashed these pretty blues at everyone, who knows who'd fall in love with me then?" He proudly explains, before I can answer he pulls me closer.

"And yes. The rope is to tie pretty girls like you up when they don't do as they're told."

"Prove it." I retaliate. I'd never actually been tied up properly before, and you just know this man knows how to do it. Without moving from leaning over me, he reaches into his top draw and pulls out the bright red rope.

"So, you're looking to disobey me then are you?" He growls, not averting his intense gaze from me.

"If that's what it takes." I smile back, holding the stare. I slowly lift my body up so I'm holding myself up with my arms slightly behind me, and he follows this pace and backs up slowly too, still extremely close to me. I suddenly feel my arms pulled tightly together behind my back, as he holds the gaze. They're being tied behind my back, my wrists and now my arms being draped in what I'm assuming is the beautiful red rope. Soft yet restraining, I couldn't break free from the knot he had already created.

He pulled back slightly from me, exposing himself as the duvet fell away,

"Now this doesn't look quite right does it. Can I?"

He points to my T-shirt, I nod at him and as he reaches for it he stops.

"Say it. Say you want me to rip your clothes off."

"Technically YOUR clothes, but yes, I want you to." I smirk.

A soft laugh makes it way out of his mouth.

"Say. It. I need to hear the words come from your mouth, so I know you really want to do this."

"Rip this shirt to shreds." I order.

An enormous grin spreads across his face, before reaching into the top draw once again.

"Hang on, let me put this on first." He ties the blindfold over his eyes, covering the beautiful blue hues from my vision.

"Wait, not that it doesn't look hot as hell, I wanna see you. All of you." He stops, almost confused at this request.

"You don't wanna see the blindfold? Everyone goes crazy for it usually in the street, I assumed it would work for you..."

"I'm not here to see the everyday Gojo am I? I'm here to see the real you. So if it makes you comfortable, wear it, if not, leave it back in the draw." He seems genuinely taken back by this, it's almost as if I can see him cry slightly whilst he flashes a sweet little smile.

"Fine. The real Saturo Gojo? I hope you're ready. I'll make you eat those words. After I eat you of course."

He flings the blindfold onto the floor and pulls me by my hips down the bed slightly, so I'm laying on my tied hands, almost flat on my back. I try to squeeze my legs together, but nothing seemed to stop this force of nature opening them to reveal his prize.

Suddenly a loud knock on the door startles us.

"Um CAN YOU FUCK OFF PLEASE? I'm kind of in the middle of a late night snack here, I would greatly appreciate it if you CAME BACK IN THE MORNING." He snapped, id only ever heard his flirtatious voice up until now, but something even more lustful arose in me as I heard him aggressively shout at the door.

"Yeah, er, sorry Turo, it's just, megumi is crying on the floor again about how he lost to Maki earlier and I can't lift his dead weight up. He's blocking Y/Ns door and I dunno if she's come back yet, so I don't want her tripping over him, or worse, being stuck outside listening to his rambles. Can you lend a hand please? I'll buy you more snacks in the morning. She's so cute, I couldn't live with myself if I let her listen to his shit all night...."  Yuji drunkenly explains, clearly leaning on the door, as his voice sounded muffled, as if pressed against the doorframe.

Gojo hangs his head low and lets out an annoyed sigh.

"Please excuse me. I've gotta go deal with these rejects real quick, then I'll be back to ravish you, okay?" He grabs his trousers and flings them on, whilst I'm still stuck in this compromising position. Before opening the door to Yuji's continued rambles about how cute I looked in my outfit, he comes back to fling the duvet over me, kisses me lightly in-between the eyes on my forehead and lets out a low growl, before chomping his teeth at me and smiling.

He opens the door and slams it behind him, as gently as his annoyance would allow. I hear him telling Yuji off for ruining his night, as they both descend the stairs. After a few moments, I hear another door slam and then almost immediately his door fling open and closed again.

"Ahem. Hello dear I'm home!" He cheerfully exclaims as I giggle to myself under the duvet.

"Can I sit up a sec, my arms are numb." I request, to which he darkens his eyes and lets out a simple "No." Whilst locking his door.

He undoes his trousers with one hand and pulls the duvet off with the other, as he then begins his ascent to his long awaited prize.

"It's like the universe is begging me to savour this moment before I taste you, teasing me until the last second, I swear." He growls, again maintaining constant intense eye contact. I widen my legs offering myself up as a sacrifice to his godly touch, as I hear him whisper,

"Finally. A snack worth savouring."

As he begins to trace my clit with his tongue over the boxers. I arch my back and beg for him to rip them off, as he places a hand on my stomach, forcing me back down to the bed.

"Don't move until I tell you to." He instructs. I listen and try to restrict my movements, but even with this thin layer of fabric separating his hot tongue from my pulsing body, I swear I could cum already, just from his light flickering.

A small whimper escapes my mouth, entangled with a 'please' as I try to move my body back to his retracted tongue.

"I told you not to move."

Before I could open my eyes, I was then flung around so I was laying on my stomach, with his hands pulling my hips up so my ass was in the air. He slowly pulls the boxers down and starts squeezing my ass. He then starts scratching down my back with one hand, and using the other to reach underneath me, to trace the opening of my vagina. I hear him pull his hand away and slurp at the flavour running down his fingers.

"Definitely worth savouring, that's for sure. You're my new favourite snack. And just to want you, I like to eat sweet treats at least three times a day." He licks his fingers then slowly thrusts them into me, starting with one, he realizes quickly that he might not actually even fit inside of me.

"Tight little thing arent you, I'm going to have to stretch you before you can even think about taking me. Now let's try two fingers shall we?"

He begins sliding his middle finger in and out of me, slowly at first, savouring each thrust like it was a personal reward for being so good. Getting faster as he hears my soft moans, I beg him to put himself inside me.

"P.p.p.please just fuck me. Please. I have never once wanted someone so badly. Please show me the real Saturo Gojo, don't make me beg anymore....please." I pant, never having wanted something so much in my life.

"You sound so pitiful, begging for me. Think you're ready? I can barely fit two fingers inside of you and you think youre ready for this?" He rubs the head at my entrance and I shiver in anticipation. I try to arch myself back onto him as he grabs a fist full of my hair and pulls my head up slightly. He leans over me, whispering in my ear, still teasing me with his throbbing head.

"What did I say about moving?"

He thrusts himself inside of me, only partly at first, then when he sees how easily he glides into me, thrusts harder again, fully entering me. I let out a sharp gasp as he fills me entirely, as he pushes my head back into the pillow, forcing it to stay there. I hear him let out a deep moan as he starts to slowly thrust himself in and out of me. I fully succumb to euphoria and feel my eyes start to roll into the back of my head.

Keeping the pace slow, he's clearly savouring every thrust as if it's his last, but as I started to moan louder and longer, he starts to pick up the pace and releases his grasp on my hair. Both hands now  on my hips and forcefully pulling me backwards and forwards, creating deeper and faster thrusts, I whimper out that I'm cumming.

"Already?" He giggles, "well, lets keep a count of them shall we?"

Waves of pleasure engulf me, as he gets faster and faster, pulling fully out before he thrusts harder each time he enters back into me.

"5, or is that 6 now? 7. 8." I hear him counting the times I cum, my body quivering at each thrust, his voice almost sounds like it's fading away as another wave of pleasure washes over me.

"I'm...I'm...gonna...."

"Don't you dare pass out on me, Y/N." He stops, thrusting deeply inside of me, as he pulls my head up for air from being buried in the pillow.

"I don't like my snacks being unresponsive. I like to hear every moan you have to offer. Every whimper. Let's finish this up now shall we?" He kisses my ear lobe before forcing my head back down. Scratching all down my back, he begins forcefully thrusting into me, keeping a fast but consistent rhythm this time. I can hear all the drips of my cum hitting the bed as he pounds against my ass, before finally feeling him swell, and let out a loud moan, as he cums deep inside me. Three or four intense thrusts later, I can feel his hot cum filling me up, as he lets out a small exhausted laugh and flops next to me. As he falls, I feel my hands and arms become loose from the rope restraints, and I fall to my stomach much like he does next to me.

Panting and trying desperately to catch his breath, we both glance at each other with half open eyes and share an intimate giggle before returning to our desperate attempts to regain a normal breathing pattern. After a few seconds I feel him rubbing my back, with the lightest touch.

"I'm sorry about these, I get kind of carried away when I lose control. They'll disappear in a few days don't worry." He lightly traces the half crescent moons his fingernails have left down my back. I shudder at his touch as goosebumps cover my body.

"You're gonna need to throw these sheets away." I say through exhausted pants.

"I never liked them anyway, but I might just keep them. A souvenir for the woman who bestest Gojo at his own game."

I glance over at him confused for a second.

"I never fuck on the first date, especially not like that. I gave you my a game after all." He smirks, looking over at me as he places his hand behind his head and taps on his chest, gesturing for me to cuddle up to him. I cuddle up closer and lay my head on his fast rising and falling chest and let out a big sigh.

"Happy now?" He asks, looking down at me.

"I've had better." I murmur through a big grin, trying not to pass out.

"I guess I'll just have to try again in the morning then." He grasps a handful of my hair again, forcing me to look up at him, as he gently kisses my nose and lets go, letting me fall back down onto his chest. As I hear his giggle fade off into the distance, I don't think my first 24 hours in Japan have been all too bad, all things considered. Now, how to approach the guys in the morning, after there being no way in hell they didn't hear any of that.

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It's Fashion Plate Friday!

This week's plate is from Peterson's National Ladies' Magazine for June of 1870, featuring three house dresses and two walking dresses. The dress on the far right (V in the description) could also work as an evening dress, though it's not described as such.

FASHIONS FOR JUNE. [pages 475 & 476] FIG. I. - HOUSE-DRESS OF MAIZE-COLORED PONGEE. - The lower part of the skirt is trimmed with a deep pleated ruffle of white muslin; a ruffle of the same kind is put on beneath the black velvet waistband, and is cut deeper behind than in front; the body is high at the back, low and square in front, and is worn over an inside handkerchief of crepe lisse, and finished by a row of lace headed by black velvet. Sleeves tight on the upper arm, with a deep ruffle.

FIG. II. - WALKING-DRESS. - The under-skirt and body are of prune-colored foulard; the skirt has three plain flounces at the bottom; upper-skirt of blue and white striped foulard draped at the sides in a careless manner. Jacket of blue foulard, made short and loose at the back, with long ends in front, and with very long, hanging sleeves: the jacket is cut open at the neck, and is trimmed with fringe.

FIG. III. - HOUSE-DRESS OF MAUVE SILK. - The under-skirt is of the same material and color, and has one deep flounce at the bottom, headed by three narrow ruffles, which stand up. The train-skirt is elaborately trimmed with pleatings of silk and white lace; the high waist is cut with a deep basque, ornamented with a large bow at the back, and trimmed to correspond with the train. Sleeves tight on the upper part, with very wide ruffles below.

FIG. IV. - WALKING-DRESS OF BLACK SILK. - The skirt has three ruffles, the upper one confined at the heading by a bias band of brown silk; the upper-skirt is made with a short apron in front, and so long at the back that it falls below the upper ruffle of the under-skirt; the trimming is put on this skirt like the upper ruffle of the lower-skirt; the waist, which is high, is ornamented to look like a cape with the same trimming. Very small black lace bonnet, with pink roses.

FIG. V. - HOUSE-DRESS OF BLUE SILK. - The skirt, which is long, has one deep ruffle, trimmed with bands of black velvet. The tunic is deeper behind than in front, and is looped up at the side; the ruffle on this is not trimmed, but is headed by two rows of black velvet, and the skirt is ornamented by black velvet bows in front and at the sides. Very low waist, trimmed with black velvet, and made of a good height by the muslin tucker at the top.

1870-06 PET01

[kai-dimir]

Now for the Rook Wednesday post now that I’m on brake.

Mirror: what is Rook’s favorite thing about their appearance? The least favorite?

The team would be heading out soon. Rook wasn’t ready yet. How could anyone be ready? They were about to be the saviors of the world or the catalyst of i’s destruction. Rook stood in front of the mirror in the infirmary. His armor laid in a pile beside him. He’d crushed some charcoal into a fine paste. Now that it was close to what could be the end, he was feeling the itch to mark himself. There wasn’t time to go get a tattoo. He’d considered asking Bellara and Darvin to pick a vallaslin for him to draw on, but that felt wrong considering everything they’d learned. Rook dipped his pointer and middle fingers into the bowl. He looked himself over. He was covered in little scares he’d gotten from his years with the crows. He had a pair of large scars. Those were his proudest achievement. He loved the way they eventuated the shape of his pectorals. He’d gotten the surgery after he graduated training. He’d been considering a chest tattoo to further bring out the shapes of a body that finally felt right. He kept backing out though. He loved the scars. Just like all the others, they were proof that he’d survived the struggles of life. He’d have to get that tattoo if he made it out of this fight. Rook’s fingers slid over his skin. He took not of every hill,dip, and scar he felt. He drew the top view of a crow in flight. Its wings stretched across his chest and over layed his chest scars. He looked himself over once more while the paste dried. He’d worked hard to make sure he liked what he saw in the mirror. One thing he couldn’t change however, was his height. There was no way to grow more. He’d finished that up a long time ago. He was learning to live with what he couldn’t control. There was one thing he liked about being short. Neither him nor Lucanis had to stretch or bend to kiss one another. Rook finished dressing after the charcoal dried. He stepped out into the main room of the lighthouse to gather everyone for the final fight.

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Where's Mommy?

Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Part 5

Summary: Wolffe's wife suddenly dies, leaving him a single father in the middle of a war.

Pairing: Wolffe x Lilith Sestri (OFC)

Characters: Wolffe, Cara (child OFC), Boost, Comet, Sinker

Tags & Warnings: heavy angst, mention of death, off-screen death, spousal death, grief, hurt/comfort, family fluff

Word Count: 1.5k

Author's Note: Okay, so I know I said clones making pancakes was going to happen in this part, but things changed. Instead of pancakes, you get daddy and daughter fluff that might still make you cry. Enjoy the fluff while you can because the next two parts are angsty again. As always, please enjoy 💚

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The morning arrived sooner than Wolffe liked, as the sunlight peeked through the bedroom blinds and beamed onto his face. He lifted his head off the pillow to check the time and it throbbed from his emotional exertion the night before. It was still early, but Cara would be awake soon. He sighed and scanned over the sleeping clones in his bed. Sinker was lying on his stomach beside him, Boost with his mouth open and hanging off the side of the bed, and Comet curled up into a little ball at the end.

Wolffe snorted, then kicked Boost the rest of the way off of the bed.

Boost landed on the floor with a loud thud and gasped.

"I'm awake," he slurred with a sleepy voice. After a brief pause, he popped his head up and scratched at his chest while releasing a wide yawn. "Mornin'."

Wolffe reciprocated the yawn. "You still sleep like that, huh?"

Boost shrugged. "Old habits die hard."

Wolffe stretched his arms over his head and cracked his neck. He was surprised. For such a horrible night, he slept rather well. He assumed it was due to a mixture of physical and emotional exhaustion, and that his Pack brothers were with him. However, that familiar sense of despair quickly washed over him again. His brothers, not his wife, were in his bed. He fidgeted with his fingers, following the nonsensical movements with his eyes as his mind wandered to the events of the previous night.

"Daddy!" Cara called from her room.

Wolffe snapped back to reality, took a deep breath, and released it slowly. That's right. He had a kid to take care of. Normally, his wife would be up by now and getting their day started. She'd already be dressed and given Cara her bath, and be busy making breakfast for the three of them. That was what this morning was missing; the smell of breakfast cooking, the sound of little feet padding across the floor, and the feeling of his daughter climbing on top of him to wake him up.

"Daddy!" Cara called again.

Wolffe brushed the memories away and pushed himself off of the bed.

"Do you need help?" Boost asked from his now seated position on the floor.

Wolffe looked down at his brothers still asleep on the bed, then over at Boost. "Can you three make breakfast while I give Cara her bath?"

Boost thought about the request for a second, then shrugged. "Sure."

"Oh, and," Wolffe began, his voice getting thinner as he searched for words. "Can you also… throw the stuff away from last night?"

Boost tilted his head to the side and furrowed his brows. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Wolffe breathed. "I don't want to look at it again."

Boost offered a small smile. "We'll get it done."

Wolffe nodded, then exchanged his current shirt for a clean one before leaving the bedroom. He made his way down the hall to the refresher and started filling the bathtub halfway up. He tried to remember everything his wife told him about how to do it, but bath time was her thing, not his. He thanked the Maker above that Cara was already potty trained, because he still had no idea how to change a diaper correctly. Force knew he wasn't created to change diapers or give baths.

Once the bathtub was filled to the correct height, he turned the water off, then swirled his hand in it to make sure it wasn't too cold or too hot. However, he still wasn't sure if it was at the correct temperature.It felt fine to him. He stood up and stared down at the water. Something just didn't look right. It was missing something. He thought hard, then it finally hit him. Bubbles. It was missing the bubbles. He grabbed the liquid bubble bath from under the sink and squeezed some in, but there were still no bubbles.

Wolffe sighed and sat on the floor next to the bathtub. He propped up his elbow on the edge, leaned the side of his head against the palm of his hand, and stared down at the flat water. He wished his wife was here to do this instead, but trying his best effort for his daughter, he stuck his hand in the water and swished it around until a few bubbles began to form. He rolled his eyes, drained some of the water, and turned the faucet back on. Sure enough, the rushing water made the bubbles.

Fully satisfied with his achievement at pouring a proper bubble bath for his daughter, Wolffe got up off the floor and walked down the hall to Cara's room. It was still dark in her room, since she was too short to turn the light on herself, so he flipped on the light switch by the door. Her bedding was in shambles and her hair was a mess, but her demeanor didn't show any signs of distress, which meant she got some sleep. That made him happy and he smiled as he approached her bed.

"Hi, sweetie," he said as he bent down to pick her up. He gave her a soft kiss on the cheek.

"Hi, daddy," she said happily. She wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a kiss in return.

Wolffe smiled. "Ready for your bath?"

Cara looked past Wolffe and he could already tell it still wasn't registering that her mother was gone, even though she knew to call for him this morning.

"What about mommy?" she asked.

Wolffe sighed, readjusted Cara on his hip, and walked out of the bedroom. "I'm giving you your bath today, okay?"

"Okay," Cara said. She leaned her head against his shoulder and Wolffe could feel the unspoken tension.

He carried Cara to the refresher, but stopped at the hall closet on the way when he remembered he needed to grab a towel for her. She had a few kid-sized towels with cute prints on them, and he grabbed whichever one was at the top of the stack. Using his foot, since his hands were full, he closed the door and continued toward the refresher. He then sat Cara down on the toilet along with the towel and closed the refresher door. They both stared at each other blankly and the silence stretched on for an awkward amount of time.

"Are you going to take your clothes off?" Wolffe asked. He wasn't entirely sure how the process worked, so he was hoping Cara would take the lead.

Cara lifted her arms up, but didn't say anything.

Wolffe slowly nodded. "Got it." He helped her take off her clothes, then picked her up and placed her down into the water. "Warm enough?"

Cara nodded, then started playing with all of the bubbles.

Wolffe sat down parallel to the length of the tub and leaned his back against the wall as he watched her play.

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she whipped around and splashed Wolffe in the face.

Wolffe wiped the water droplets off of his face and sighed. "What?"

"My ducky," she repeated. "I need my ducky!"

"Where is… ducky?" he asked.

Cara leaned over the side of the tub, dripping more water onto Wolffe, and pointed to the same cabinet he found the bubble bath in.

In hindsight, Wolffe realized he should have brought a towel for himself too, or maybe changed into some swimming trunks. Apparently, bath time for Cara also meant bath time for him. Not that he couldn't use a hot shower right now, but the water wouldn't do much good on his clothes instead of his skin. It baffled him that his wife always left bath time dry, which was why he didn't think he would get wet. He made a mental note to later work on a new bath time strategy.

Wolffe crawled over to the cabinet under the sink, opened it, and pushed aside a few things until he found a yellow rubber duck, which he assumed was ducky. He scooted himself back over to where he was sitting by the bathtub and placed the rubber duck on the edge. "This him?"

"Ducky!" she exclaimed as she sloshed more water out of the tub and onto Wolffe.

At this point, Wolffe resigned to his fate of being soaked and leaned into it. While Cara had her back turned, and was preoccupied playing with ducky, he scooped some of the bubbles up in his hand and dropped them on her head.

She turned around and giggled. "Daddy!"

Wolffe laughed and scooped up more bubbles to drop onto her head, giving her a tall crown.

She giggled more, grabbed some bubbles of her own, and threw them at Wolffe.

Wolffe grinned and wiped the bubbles off of his face. "Oh, it's on," he said playfully. "Come here, you."

Wolffe reached into the tub and tickled Cara. She laughed and thrashed about when he found her most ticklish spot under her arms and splashed water everywhere. But Wolffe didn't care how wet he or the refresher got, because this happy little  moment with his daughter meant everything to him. The water would dry, but to hear her laugh after such a tragic event warmed his heart. She was the only reason he was smiling. She was the only reason he was functioning. She was his only reason to live.

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Halloween prompt: House takes baby!Thirteen out trick or treating for the first time

hehe, I love this prompt! ty Jet for submitting it <3

House isn't much of a holiday person. But even he can't deny that Halloween is objectively the best holiday of them all, especially now that he has a kid (and a cute kid at that). Free candy to mooch from just from walking around the block? Sign him up.

Thirteen is dressed in the costume she insisted upon: a huge, round jack-o-lantern, with some adjustments made to make the face properly scary looking. (which Bee/oddlittlestories did a drawing of!!) she's pretty chatty for her age, and House has spent the past few days drilling her on how to say "trick or treat" as adorably as possible. She's practiced and got it down-pat. She's so ready for this. She's going to be the cutest kid in all of fucking Plainsboro.

First stop of the night is Wilson's apartment (of course). House carries Thirteen up to the doorstep and is giving her a pep talk. "You remember what we practiced, right? I knock on the door, I'll put you down, the door opens– that's when you hit 'em with the big guns. You remember what to say?" Thirteen nods. (Of course she does, she's his kid and she's smart as a whip. He's confident.) "Alright, let's get this show on the road. Knock 'em dead."

House knocks on the door, sets her down on the ground, takes one step back. He can hear muffled footsteps from inside. The door opens, and he sees the silhouette of Wilson holding a bowl full of candy. Before he can say anything, Thirteen throws her arms up, jumps towards him, and shouts "ROAR!" at the top of her little lungs.

House puts his head in his hands (but he's laughing behind them). When he looks up, Wilson is feigning terror as Thirteen toddles towards him, the giant pumpkin costume wobbling adorably with each step. "I got you, Jimmy!"

"What happened to 'trick-or-treat'?" House asks.

Wilson crouches down to Thirteen's height, and then pretends to be knocked aside when she gently baps him with one little hand. "I think she decided that SHE wanted to be both the trick and the treat."

"Yeah!" Thirteen grins and points to her costume. "Look, Jimmy! Scary!" (but of course she can't say her R's yet).

"Absolutely terrifying." House agrees. "But hey, Lucky Thirteen. Don't you want to show Jimmy what we practiced?"

"What you practiced?" Wilson raises a brow.

Thirteen frowns. "Not scary."

"You can be as blood-curdlingly horrifying as you want after we get some candy."

Thirteen brightens again. "Okay!" Without hesitation, she holds out her fabric candy basket and looks up at Wilson with the most adorable little smile he's ever seen. "T'ick o' t'eat!" (To her credit, she enunciates well for her age, minus those damn R's).

"Oh my god." Wilson looks up at House with an expression that's half-horrified, half-intrigued. House grins. "You trained her. Like a dog."

"T'ick o' t'eat!" Thirteen repeats, and pushes her basket against Wilson's knee. "Candy?"

"She's not a dog, Wilson. She's a finely tuned magnet for all the candy in Plainsboro."

"Yes, you can have some candy," Wilson assures Thirteen. He reaches for the discarded bowl and pulls out a small handful to drop into her basket. Looking back up at House, he says, "You are terrible. I expect a cut of no less than thirty percent of your earnings."

"Save me the Reese's in that bowl and we have a deal."

Thirteen ends up trying to scare people at almost half of the houses, but she's so adorable that she's showered with candy regardless. By the end of the night they've got enough to last them weeks.

[danikamariewrites]

Hello, I was just wondering if tou would be able to do a cassian imagine with tall!reader. I’m 170 centimeters tall, and even though I know that may not be considered tall, I don’t really identify with any short!reader imagines.

And I really love your writing, it gives me happiness like no other thing. ❤️❤️

Cassian x tall!reader hc

A/n: thank you anon! That makes me so happy❤️ also I would consider u tall bc I’m 5ft lol

Warnings: none

When you first met Cassian he was shocked by your height but in a good way

You’re taller than most females so it leaves you feeling a little awkward

But Cassian gives me tall girl lover, like he’d love you no matter what

When it comes to training your a formidable opponent since you’re at his level

He’s still taller than you but he’s happy he doesn’t have to break his back bending down to kiss you

You love stealing his clothes and wear them out bc they basically fit you

He loves seeing you in his clothes, I think it makes him blush

“You wear it so much better than I do babe. I think you should keep it I’ll get another one.”

When you guys go out for a casual day he’s he’s just so happy you’re wearing his shirt or whatever you stole from him bc it means his scent is all over you and it just reminds him that your his

When you dress up for events he doesn’t care if you wear heels

Cassian thinks you’re beautiful no matter what you wear and if you end up being eye level with him so be it

It’s just way easier to kiss you

Cassian would still move things up way out of your reach even if it’s a stretch for him

He just wants to still be there and do everything for you

Even if he has to fly in the house to reach your favorite mug

He never has to worry about losing you in a crowd bc he can always see the top of your head

You like poking his cheek a lot

Just a random thing you started doing one day

You were standing next to each other and you looked at him and his cheeks just looked so pokeable so you just went for it

Cassian was so confused by it, and the fact that you kept doing it

At first he was annoyed with it but it brought a smile to your face which made him smile so he let it keep happening

[mountsmase]

this is something that’s spoken about loads but I’ve been thinking about it all day and I can’t not do a concept on it

imagine just pampering mase 🥺

he’s obviously been through a lot this season and with it finally coming to an end he’s understandably going to be absolutely exhausted both physically and mentally, so you leave work early the day of his final session at carrington, whether it be for training or recovery or something else, and get the house all set up for a cozy evening in 😌

You’d make his favourite meal, and a bunch of different sides to go with it, for dinner and have it all ready to eat for soon after he gets home.

You’d meet him at the door, greeting him with a hug and a kiss before taking his training bag off of him and popping it into the utility room so that you can do the washing later on, and then you’d lead him through to the living room where you’d eat sitting on the floor infront of the tv, whatever series you’re currently watching would be playing as you have your little indoor picnic and catch up about your days.

Once you’ve eaten and you’re all tidied up (you wouldn’t let him lift a finger) you’d head upstairs and have a shower together. The shower in his house is most likely huge and it probably has one of those little built in benches, so you sit him down on that so he’s the perfect height for you to wash his hair without needing to reach up. You grab your shampoo and massage it in, heart melting when he leans further into your touch and hums in pleasure as you scratch your nails against his scalp.

You keep massaging it in until your fingers hurt and then help him rinse it out before putting some conditioner in for him and he just holds you whilst let it sit in his hair for a bit. He’s still sitting down so he’s got his arms wrapped around your torso, and he’s at the perfect height to have his head resting against your chest as you run your hands up and down his shoulders and scratch over the back of his neck. He’s in absolute heaven, your touches and the heat from the shower making him feel so so sleepy and relaxed but you eventually have to break apart from him to rinse out his hair and wash your own before stepping out of the shower. You pass him the fluffiest towel you can find and you both dry off before changing into your pjs and you have to stop yourself from jumping his bones when he walks back into the bathroom dressed in only a pair of plaid pjs pants.

You guide him over to the sink and jump onto it, sitting with your legs spread so that he can stand between them and he rests his hands against your hips as you reach over and grab your skin care products. You run through your routine with him, pushing his hair back with a fluffy hair band so that it doesn’t get in the way and his eyes flutter closed as you rub your products and what he likes to call ‘positions’ into his skin. He’d probably complain a little when you get the exfoliator out, not liking how it feels when you use it but he’d shut right up when he feels how soft his skin is afterwards. You rub in some serum for him, the final step, before leaning into kiss his forehead, both of his cheeks and his nose before eventually reaching his lips and he sinks into you as your arms wrap around his shoulders and your legs tighten around his waist to hold him to you.

The kiss gets heated but doesn’t go any further than just a quick make out session, both of you being too tired to take it any further so when you eventually hop down from the counter, you just finish up your nightly routines before heading to bed.

You get in first, crawling under the covers and opening your arms for him and he happily climbs into them, flopping down on top of you and nuzzling as far into you as he possibly can, his head finding its usually home in your neck and he breaths in your comforting scent as you reach over to switch the light off and pull the duvet further on top of you.

He’d only be awake for a few more minuets, already relaxed from the rest of your evening and as soon as your hands start tracing patterns over his back and running through his hair, he’s drifting off to asleep 🥺

[strangesthirdeye]

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Chapter 4 > chapter 6

✩*⢄⢁✧ --------- ✧⡈⡠*✩

After countless conversations and jokes made by the three of you, the train to Hogwarts finally reached its destination. It was a night time there, making everything around you dark and aided by the light source from the torch that was hung there you could say you could see everything but it was dim. You stepped out of the train and followed behind with Harry and Ron.

The train blows its whistle, some students also stepped out of the train, Some of them wearing robes that are blue, red, yellow and green. Probaly senior. While first year wearing black robes without any color in their robes. Students talking among them and walked away from the station. Hagrid, with lantern in hand, began to give orders.

"Right, then! First year! This way, please! Come on, now, don't be shy! Come on, hurry up!" Hagrid bellowed.

Harry suddenly takes your hand and leads you to Hagrid. You who was daydreaming jerked slightly at the gesture before willingly following Harry, Ron walked beside Harry.

"Hello, Hagrid" Harry greeted. You waved at him with a smiled.

"Hello, Harry, Y/n" Hagrid greeted back.

"whoaa" Ron said in awe with Hagrid's height.

"Right then. This way to the boats! Come on, now, follow me" Hagrid instructed.

Hagrid leads you all to a dock where a countless of boats are floating there, ready to take you all across the Black Lake. You looked into the lake curiously hoping for something to come out or anything but then suddenly you were greeted by a giant octopus tentacles that only showed its tentacles before disappearing in the lake. You let out a huff of laugh.

"Aha! I thought it was just a myth!" you said making Harry looked at you strangely.

"what is it?" Harry asked.

"Kraken!" You laughed in awe.

Harry shook his head. You and your obsession cannot be separated.

"come on, we need to get on the boat" Harry said as he pulled your hand to get on the boat. Of course being a good brother he helped you settle in the boat.

The bot then magically moves on its own without anyone paddling. Magic, I told you. Floating without any problems, the boat carrying a large number of students floated at a safe speed. In time, a large castle greeted their eyes. The old and still standing castle made them all amazed and gaped. A breathtaking sight.

" Wicked" Ron said, amazement.

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

After a few minutes of sailing, they finally set foot in the castle. Still awed by the grandeur of the castle, they walked towards the main door of Hogwarts. They went up the stairs and were met by a woman dressed in an emerald green robe with a witch hat on her head. she looked old but at the same time her beauty stood out making her look high standard.

Looking at her, you could feel your heart pounding.

"ah, she's magnificent" you said lowly. Having a crush on someone older is a thing, right?

She taps her fingers on a stone railing, waiting for the newcomers. She then goes to the top of the stairs to greet the students.

" Welcome to Hogwarts. Now, in a few moments, you will pass through these doors and join your classmates. But before you can take your seats, you must be sorted into your houses. They are Grynffindor, Hufflepuff, Ravenclaw and Slytherin. Now while you're here, your house will be like your family. Your triumphs will earn you points. Any rule breaking, and you will lose points. At the end of the year, the house with the most points is awarded the house cup." The woman said firmly.

"Trevor!" a yelled from behind you was heard before being pushed slightly by the round face boy aside as he kneeled to pick up his missing toad. Upon noticing the situation, he looked up at the woman's face who stares down at him. With fear, he moved away from her. "sorry" he said.

Other students laughed at the boy. You narrowed your eyes at this.

"How did his toad get here before us?" You muttered.

"no idea" Harry shrugged his shoulders.

The woman continued. " The sorting ceremony will begin momentarily." The woman walked into the Great Hall leaving the students waiting outside.

"here goes nothing" you said.

"hopefully it won't be long" Ron said.

"So it's true then what they're saying on the train. Harry and Y/n Potter has come to Hogwarts." the blonde hair boy who was slicked back said as he moved closer to the two of you.

A series of whispering was heard behind you making you shift closer to Harry.

"This is Crabbe and Goyle. And I'm Malfoy. Draco Malfoy." Draco introduced arrogantly.

Ron snickered making Draco triggered by that. He then looked at Ron with contempt.

"Think my name's funny, do you? No need to ask yours. Red hair, and a hand-me-down robe? You must be a Weasley" He looked at you back. "You'll soon find that some wizarding families are better than others, Potters. You don't want to go making friends with the wrong sort. I can help you there" he extended his hand to Harry.

' wow! who the hell is this boy? How dare he say that like a bastard.' you thought bitterly.

Harry and you exchanged looks.

Not giving a damn about his arrogance, Harry looked at him sharply.

"We think we can tell the wrong sort for ourselves, thanks" Harry replied.

"I prefer to be friends with humans. Not the kind of human who thinks he's better with other people." you added a salt.

Draco glared at the two of you before he moved himself away from the two of you with his goons following behind. Muttering to himself as his plan to be friends with you both failed.

"Thanks, you two." Ron said, gratefully.

"no problem. Besides, a boy like that needs to know where the sky is high and low. He kinda looks like a white ferret, don't you think?" you are joking

Harry and Ron laughed before they chat with each other. Meet other people and all. You just stand where you are as if you don't have the confidence to meet other people. All these people know you and you don't know yourself. It's- It's weird.

"I hope he doesn't bother us again" you muttered to yourself.

"ignore him. He's always like that. Always think that he is better than anyone" said a short girl who has short dark brown hair and black eyes that look like a black hole with half round glasses which hung on the bridge of her nose. Her face is natural.

You looked at her in shock. Not noticing other students next to you.

Besides the girl stand a slightly taller and thin boy who wears a dark tinted glasses and flaming red hair who looks like he doesn't want to be here for long. You find him strange because he wears black tinted glasses on his eyes in this dark night. Can he see in the dark? Perhaps he has sensitive eyes that cannot be exposed to certain light. You decided not to think about it and ignore it. Besides the taller boy there a short but not as short as the girl from before, he is chubby boy who has blonde hair and looks like he is very excited to be here. The blonde boy smiles at you widely.

'Dammit, he's cute like a bear' you thought.

You turned your gaze on the girl. "you know him?"

"Malfoy. He is my father godson. My father knows his parents and obviously I know him since I grew up with him but I always don't like him. So I just ignore him or well, tell him to leave me alone" the girl shrugged her shoulders off.

"Draco always pesters us whenever we visit Dhani's house or in the field near Spinner's End whenever his father had a meeting with Dhani's father. I don't know why he likes to pester us as we never disturb him." the blonde boy entered the conversation. "I'm Azira phale. You can call me Aziraphale"

"You just combined your first and last name into one name" You raised your eyebrows. "Wait a minute, Your last name is the same as the woman who work at Flourish and Blotts. Eleanor Phale"

"Oh! That's my older sister! Seems like you already met her." Aziraphale beamed. "Well, I don't like being called Azira because it doesn't sound complete, so I just put it together and people often call my last name Fell, F-E-L-L. which goes by Mr Fell.. Sometimes they mistook my last name which i just ignored it. And that's what my father suggested so that people don't get confused over my name." Aziraphale smiled. "and this is Anthony J Crowley, we call him Crowley because he doesn't like to be called Anthony J or Tony"

Crowley grunted grumpily. Arms crossing over his chest as he looked around the hall.

"Don't worry, he's just bored. Once you know him, you'll find him different" Aziraphale assured. "and that girl you chatted with is Dhani Snape. We call her Dhani. Her father is one of the teachers at this school. A brilliant potion master Hogwarts has ever had" Aziraphale said.

Dhani hummed unbothered but Aziraphale knew she appreciated what Aziraphale said.

"Dhani may seem cold, calculating, precise, sarcastic and serious but she's good and gentle once you know her. She may not show much emotions or her feelings but she shows it in her own way. She just always like that since we know her. It takes time but once you know her, you know her other nature." Aziraphale whispered to you.

You nodded and looked at Dhani who seemed like she was observing the first year there. She is not excited like other first years. Sometimes you wonder if she actually has emotions to feel happy. You can see a dark cloud above her head and a bit of sun behind the dark cloud showing that she's not completely cold-natured. Perhaps she doesn't take this as interesting instead she seems calculated with all this thing.

"You are the second person who said the same thing to me about that" You said.

Aziraphale frowned in confusion. "really? who's the first?"

Your eyes caught a glimpse of John Watson and Sherlock Holmes who stood between Draco and his goons. John seems to be talking something to Sherlock who just ignored him because his attention was focused on Malfoy and his goons who kept saying something that he was better than anyone and something about his father being a governor of this school.

You nodded your head at John and Sherlock. "you see those two over there? The one standing near Draco and his goons. The one with sandy blonde hair and curly hair. That's John Watson and Sherlock Holmes. John is the one who said the same thing about Sherlock when i met him at Diagon Alley. Cold and serious and eccentric. Never show emotions and feelings but show it in his own way"

"oh, well perhaps Dhani is not the only one like that. Thankfully." Aziraphale smiled widely.

"Gahh- how much time do we have to wait before entering the Great Hall. I'm getting impatient" Crowley sighed grumpily, his feet tapping the floor impatiently.

"at any moment" Dhani muttered.

"when you put it like that, when is it?" Crowley looked at Dhani. Eyes narrowed behind his black tinted glasses.

Dhani shrugged. "My father said it doesn't take long because they need to make sure the sorting hat is in good condition"

"didn't the sorting hat always in good condition? It has sorted many wizards and witches throughout the centuries!" Aziraphale exclaimed.

"sometimes they need to make sure" Dhani muttered.

You frowned. "Sorting hat?"

Aziraphale looked at you, stunned. "you don't know what sorting hat is?"

"I grew up around muggles and I barely know about magic let alone know something like sorting hat. I just know that my parents are witches and wizards. And now me and my twin brother are a witch and wizard." you explained

"but your parents are a witch and wizard, won't they tell you about that?" Aziraphale widened his eyes.

"My parents are dead since me and my twin brother are barely two years old. They're dead protecting me and my brother. So me and my twin brother are left with the closest relatives which are my uncle and aunt who are muggles" you explained.

"funny because I've read about that in Great Wizarding Events of the Twentieth Century, The Rise and Fall of the Dark Arts and Modern Magical History" Aziraphale said.

"there's wizards or witches who have the same story as me?" you widen your eyes

"oh yeah, they're twins too, they're the ones who defeated the Dark Lord when they were babies" Aziraphale said. "and strangely you have the same eye condition like one of the- Oh, goodness.. Don't tell me that you are Y/n Potter" Aziraphale eyes widened like a plate.

"ergh.. yes" You said, awkwardly.

Aziraphale, Crowley and oddly Dhani looked at you in disbelief. Now they are speechless after discovering who you are. You awkwardly looked at the three of them. Not really used to the attention you get.

"So what was said on the train was true. Harry and Y/n Potter came to Hogwarts" Aziraphale said, still not believing the infamous witch in front of him.

"No wonder you didn't tell us your name, you don't like to attract attention. I understand" Crowley nodded.

"Oh, dear. I'm sorry if my reaction made you overwhelmed. It's just that I'm a bit surprised that you're here. I read about you and your brother during my free time, your story really caught my attention to read" Aziraphale said excitedly.

"I know you from my father. He well.. he doesn't care much about the two of you but at least I know about the two of you more from Aziraphale who is always fussing about the two of you" Dhani said, naturally.

Aziraphale playfully glared at Dhani.

"ergh.. well it's a bit strange that many people know about me but I don't know about myself." you scratched the back of your neck.

"don't worry, we're not the type to fuss about you two in public." Aziraphale assured you. Rubbing his hand on your shoulder to ease your nervousness.

"The sorting hat, eh" Crowley began.

"Oh yes, umm.. what is a sorting hat? Is it like the hat that muggle describe witches always wear?" you looked at Crowley.

"Why only witches wear hats? Wizards also wear hats like that" Dhani interrupted.

"well, muggles always describe witches like an old woman who rides a flying broom with a crooked nose and wears a crooked witches hat. And has a cackling like evil" you said.

"have you seen the teacher earlier?" Dhani looked at you with her black eyes.

"ergh.. yes" you shrank under her intense stare.

"Does she look like what muggles always describe?" Dhani replied.

"no" you looked down, ashamed.

"then what the muggles describe is nonsense. They have never seen such beautiful and talented witches" Dhani looked ahead. "You won't turn into what muggles describe, Potter"

Aziraphale and Crowley looked at Dhani in disbelief. They never heard Dhani say such things before. Dhani always keeps quiet or just says something that is quite painful but has meaning. Like earlier, she said something that made you face a second opinion about witches which made you overwhelmed and Aziraphale was about to stop that but then Dhani said something that sounded like a compliment to you.

Now Aziraphale knows that Dhani may seem cold and serious but deep down she just soft and kind girl who wants to help others understanding Wizardry world and make them to see this magical world from another point of view. It's sound simple and yet it has meaning. Deep meaning.

"now sorting hat. It is the hat that will decide which house you will be placed in. It can talked and it knew your personality whether you are cunning, brave, loyalty, wisdom, trustworthy or hardworking. Hogwarts has 4 houses namely Slytherin, Grynffindor, Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff like what the teacher said earlier. There you will meet people similar to you with different personalities." Crowley explained.

"So I'm going to place in one of the houses and live with them throughout the years?" You muttered.

"yes. Each house has its own advantages but some of the people see these four houses as Gryffindor for brave, Hufflepuff for soft, Slytherin for mischief and Ravenclaw for smart which I find it should not be seen that way because every house can just have students who possess cunning, brave, smart and gentle even if they are placed in another house" Aziraphale explained.

"My father was put in Slytherin and he's not what people describe what they see in Slytherin. Evil and mischief thanks to those evil wizards and witches who's makes many people see Slytherin as evil house. But my father is not that, He's cunning and hardworking. Sometimes he's gentle but in his own way" Dhani entered the conversation.

"My parents are placed in Hufflepuff. They are actually smart and brave and of course kind. My father owns a bookshop while my mother is an auror" Aziraphale exclaimed. "Crowley's parents both in Slytherin, they're good and don't care about blood supremacy like some pureblood families do. Crowley's parents always invite me and Dhani to dinner at their manor. His whole families live together in a big manor so his house is quite lively with his families" Aziraphale added.

Crowley hummed in agreement. Although he doesn't seem to care about Aziraphale's praise of his family, but deep down he actually likes it.

"well now that you said that, I can see that all the houses are equal." You said with a newfound feeling.

"See, doesn't it feel good? Knowing that all houses are equal and not what people describe. We are still friends even though we are in different houses. Just ignore those people who don't like this point of view" Aziraphale grinned.

'Friends.. I have new friends' you thought.

"So umm.. what house do you think you'll be in?" you questioned at the trio.

"I think I'm going to be place in Hufflepuff. Their house located in the kitchen like my parents said" Aziraphale exclaimed excitedly. You can see a burst of stars around him.

"Slytherin.. My whole family is in Slytherin" Crowley said simply.

"Don't know.. My father said I might go to Slytherin or Ravenclaw. Those two houses suit me he said" Dhani shrugged.

"I think you will go to Slytherin because you got a smart mouth there, Potter. Insulted Malfoy and put him in his place" Crowley smirked at you.

"you heard me insulted him?" you looked at Crowley skeptically.

"We're standing not far from you and we hear everything" Dhani said, flatly.

"We don't intend to hear everything, but we are quite satisfied that you finally put him in his place." Aziraphale chimed in, smiling cheekily.

"he's just well, he insulted my friend first, so I just kind of remind him that not everyone is perfect" you shrugged.

Crowley smirked. The Great Hall door was opened, the same teacher came out of the Great Hall with her hands holding a medium-sized scroll. She looked at the first year for a moment.

"we're ready for you now. Follow me" the teacher instructed.

Like a chick following the mother hen, the other students plus you and your new friend follow the teacher. As soon as you set foot in the Great Hall, all the seniors looked at all the first years.

Some of them pointing their finger at first year and some of them talking to each other. But what makes your mouth agape is how tall and big the Great Hall is. Not to mention the ceiling is the same as the night sky outside and full with a floating candles. As if this Great Hall does not have a roof and only filled with floating candles.

"Fascinating isn't it?" Crowley said to you.

Oh, yeah. You are still with them. Now they are your new friends. Your first group of friends.

You nodded. "indeed." you replied

"The ceiling was bewitched to look like the night sky outside. Can you imagine what Christmas day will be like" Aziraphale said excitedly.

You looked at Aziraphale with the same energy.

"of course! it will be filled with snow" You beamed.

"and the snow is also bewitched. Not that it needs to fill a Great Hall" Dhani muttered.

"ahh, get rid of that cold attitude, Dhani! Let the children have fun" Crowley side hug Dhani which Dhani moved away a little as she is not fond of physical touch yet but nevertheless she let Crowley side hug her.

Dhani huffed. The teacher from before now stopped in front of the teacher's table. There you noticed that there was a wooden chair and the same hat as the teacher was wearing. It's just that it is dark brown and a little shabby indicating that it has been used for centuries.

"The Sorting Hat" Crowley exclaimed while nodding his head at the sorting hat.

First year students stopped in the middle of the Great Hall. Everything became silent. Not all first year students dare to open their mouths.

The teacher then speaks. "All right, will you wait along here? Now, before we begin, Professor Dumbledore would like to say a few words."

An old man whose name is Professor Dumbledore got up from his seat. His eyes twinkle behind his crescent moon glasses.

'So that's where the old man in my chocolate card go' you thought.

"I have a few start-of-term notices I wish to announce. The first years, please note that the Dark Forest is strictly forbidden to all students. Also, our caretaker, Mr. Filch, has asked me to remind you that the third-floor corridor on the right-hand side is out of bounds to everyone who does not wish to die a most painful death. Thank you." Professor Dumbledore spoke before he sat back in his seat.

"Such a nice welcoming" you muttered.

Aziraphale visibly shivered at the warning. Crowley grimaced when he imagined the term 'painful death' while Dhani just narrowed her eyes at the warning.

The teacher or should I say Professor, began to open the medium-sized scroll in her hand. The scroll is very long as it holds all the names of first year students.

"When I call your name, you will come forth. I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you will be sorted into your houses." The professor said.

"She looks firm" you said to your three friends.

"That's Professor McGonagall. She is firm and yet very authoritative. Responsible in everything including her house students. Grynffindor" Dhani explained. "Obviously I know her, she and my father are colleagues" Dhani added, adjusting her glasses.

"She looks badass" you compliment her.

Aziraphale and Crowley nodded in agreement.

"she is" Dhani added.

"Hermione Granger" Professor McGonagall called.

The girl from the train who had high confidence was suddenly stiff and nervous. She stepped forward nervously before placing herself on the bench. Professor McGonagall then placed the sorting hat on Hermione's head.

The once normal looking hat suddenly moved. You widened your eyes at that. The world of magic is really unexpected.

The sorting hat said." Ah, right then...hmmm..right. Okay. Grynffindor!" the hat announced.

Directly, the students from Grynffindor cheering will that.

'so that's the way' you thought.

Hermione smiled then got up from the stool and walked towards Grynffindor's table.

You looked at Aziraphale, Crowley and Dhani with concern.

"we will stay friends right? even if we are in other houses?" you said, lowly.

"Like I said before, we will stay friends even if we are in other houses" Aziraphale beamed with confidence.

"he's right. We're not the type to break our promises" Crowley smiled cheekily at you. "besides, I get the feeling that we will meet not only in classes"

"Don't worry about such things, Potter. You will survive wherever your house is." Dhani said, eyes looking at a Professor wearing a full black outfit.

He has long black hair, his face is tight and serious. One look, you can feel shivers in your spine. The unknown professor was seemingly staring at Dhani, he nodded his head at Dhani to which Dhani nodded back at him.

'Telepathy communication, perhaps?' you thought upon witnessing the situation. 'oh fff. is that her dad?'

"Draco Malfoy" Professor McGonagall called.

Draco walked arrogantly towards the stool, he sat down and Professor McGonagall then put down the sorting hat. Once the hat touched the boy's head, he shouted.

"Slytherin!"

Draco sauntered proudly towards the Serpent's table. Slytherin students cheering for him. You raised your eyebrows in disbelief.

"That was pretty quick" you muttered.

"The Malfoy bloodlines have all been Slytherins for centuries. So it's not that surprising" Crowley replied with displeasure. "Well, mine is also Slytherin but not like the Malfoys. They care about purity of blood"

"Sherlock Holmes" Professor McGonagall called.

Sherlock who was observing the surroundings was patted by John.

"It's your turn, Sherlock." John muttered making Sherlock step towards the stool.

He sat down and Professor McGonagall placed the sorting hat on Sherlock's head.

An older student at the Slytherin table leaning forward to look at Sherlock. He has the same hair as Sherlock except he doesn't have curly hair. His skin is the same as Sherlock, the color of his eyes is also almost the same but not like Sherlock. On his Slytherin robes there is a 'Headboy' badge.

"Ah, another Holmes. hmm, yes. Intelligence just like your whole bloodline. I believe you have the same gift as your other family members. Deduction, I believe. Hmm, oh yes. of course. You don't have traits like your brother. Thirst for knowledge. No, it doesn't suit you. Okay, alright! Ravenclaw! " the hat shouted.

The older boy backed away slightly before lifting his chin with his hand to see Sherlock walking towards the Ravenclaw table with Ravenclaw students cheering and offering him a seat to which Sherlock sat without another word. The older boy sighed.

"You alright there, Mycroft?" the boy's roommate asked.

Mycroft looked at his roommate. "Fine"

"That's your brother, isn't it? Too bad he's not in the same house as us." the boy said displeased.

"indeed. Hopefully, he can make friends with them" Mycroft said, eyes looking at Sherlock who was silent.

Crowley let out a short breath. "well, that's a bit long, don't you think?"

"is that normal?" you looked at Sherlock who seemed to have nothing to do with socializing with other students. Maybe he chooses not to socialize for now.

"Not really. Mostly what I heard from my parents, the sorting hat has a hard time placing certain students in their houses before they are placed." Crowley shrugged.

"It's better to have a house than not to be able to at all" Aziraphale entered.

"It's not like the sorting hat will place you in Azkaban" Dhani joined.

Crowley laughed. "AHA! good one, Dhani!" Crowley patted her shoulder proudly like a proud father. Dhani pursed her lips.

"John Watson" McGonagall called.

John stepped forward and sat on the stool. The sorting hat was placed, and he began to think.

"I see, courage, loyal and bold. Perfect traits for a certain house. Grynffindor!" the hat shouted.

John smiled as he walked towards the Grynffindor table.

"Another Grynffindor" Dhani muttered.

"Aye" Crowley replied.

"Anthony J Crowley" the professor called.

Crowley stiffened before he looked at you three through his dark tinted glasses.

Aziraphale smiled reassuringly at him.

"Don't be nervous, Crowley" Aziraphale encouraged him.

"goodluck, Tony" you teased him.

"shut up, Pottery" Crowley shot back.

"Just go" Dhani pushed Crowley slightly and a bit gently.

Crowley walked forward. Some students looked at him confused and wondering. Probably because he wears dark glasses at this time.

He sat on a stool and the sorting hat was then placed on his head.

"Ahh, The Crowley. Cunning and possess leadership skills just like your other family members. Ambitious, yes. Oh, it doesn't have to be so hard to put you where. Slytherin!"

Crowley got up and happily sauntered over to the Slytherin table. Well, classic Slytherin he claimed.

Aziraphale shook his head, amusingly. "Crowley and his traits"

"He is destined for Slytherin. No surprise" Dhani shrugged.

"yeah, i can see that" you added.

"Azira Phale"

"oh dear," Aziraphale started to get nervous.

You rubbed his shoulder reassuringly. "like you said, don't be nervous"

Aziraphale nodded with appreciation. "Thanks, Y/n"He moved himself forward, muttering to himself to relax his posture. He looked at Professor McGonagall nervously to which McGonagall just nodded her head towards the stool he had to sit on.

Aziraphale sat down and the sorting hat was then placed on his head.

"well, what is this? i can feel loyalty. You always see the good in your own point of view. Patient, fair and blandly nice, i must say. Hufflepuff!" shouted the Sorting Hat.

Aziraphale sighed in relief before he got up and moved to the Badger house who was cheering for him. Crowley smiled cheekily at him.

"that suits him" he muttered.

"Well, he fits in that house" you said, seeing Aziraphale getting to know his housemates.

"He always suits that house. Like he said, his parents are in Hufflepuff. Only his older sister is in Grynffindor" Dhani replied.

"I see" you muttered while nodding.

"Dhani Snape"

Dhani looked ahead before she nodded her head indicating she had to go. You nodded back.

"Goodluck" you encouraged her.

Dhani nodded before she moved forward.

Well, you're the only one there. Minus Harry and Ron which you have to find them.The same Professor wearing all black was leaning forward in his seat. Eyes looked at Dhani with no reaction on his face.

"Ah, another Snape. It's been a long time since I've sorted Snape after your father. Let's see. Hmm, Cunning, bold and likes to learn new things. But what I see here is that you're a reserved person and always keep your feelings inside. Hmm, Slytherin !" the hat shouted.

The same professor who saw Dhani sighed with satisfaction. He always knew where his daughter would be placed. Perhaps this is what parents always say, a father's instinct towards his daughter is never wrong.

McGonagall simply sent Dhani a simple smile as congratulations. She knows this girl since she hasn't walked yet. Always tailing her father whenever he goes. She already grew fond of her.

You clap your hands. Well, two of your friends are in Slytherin while one is in Hufflepuff. You wonder where you will be placed.

"Y/n, there you are. I've been looking for you since before entering the Great Hall. Where did you go?" a familiar voice was heard behind you.

You turned and there Harry and Ron were standing. Harry looked at you confused.

"AH, Harry. heh. I just made new friends. I'll introduce them later" you waved your hand at him.

"thought we lost you. Next time tell me where you went. Not disappearing like that." Harry scolded.

"yeah, yeah. Whatever" you muttered.

Suddenly you feel a searing pain in your eye. The one you got since baby. An excruciating pain that pierced your head making you let out a quiet whimper.

"Ah" you hissed.

You thought you were the only one who had the sudden pain, it turns out Harry too after Ron asked him why.

"Nothing. Nothing, I'm fine" Harry dismissed before he looked at you who was putting your hand to your eye.

Your eyes are closed, your breathing is back to normal as you try to relieve the pain.

"you feel that too, don't you?" Harry quietly asked.

You nodded your head, still feeling the fading pain in your temple.

"It was kind of sudden, actually" you muttered.

Harry nodded in agreement.

"Ronald Weasley"

Ron gulped as he walked up to the podium. He sat on the stool nervously.

"Ha! Another Weasley. I know just what to do with you. Grynffindor" the tattered hat shouted.

Ron sighed in relief as he moved himself to the Grynffindor table. His brothers cheered for him.

"Harry Potter"

Everything goes silent just like the angel of death passing over them. At the mere sound of Potter's name, everyone was stunned.

You looked around and noticed some seniors pointing their fingers at you and Harry. You patted Harry's shoulder.

"Just go, Harry" you muttered.

Harry nodded before he walked slowly forward and sat on the stool. The Sorting Hat is placed on his head.

" Hmm... difficult, very difficult. Plenty of courage, i see. Not a bad mind, either. There's a talent, oh, yes. And thirst to prove yourself . But where to put you?" the Sorting hat poundered.

You noticed Harry's mouth muttering something to the Sorting Hat making you narrow your eyes at him.

Crowley blew his lips. "what took so long?"

"It seems the Sorting Hat has a hard time where to put Potter." Dhani made a conclusion.

"He muttering something on the hat" Crowley said.

Dhani narrowed her eyes at Harry from the Slytherin table as well as the professor wearing the black outfit.

"Not Slytherin, eh? Are you sure? You could be great, you know. It's all here, in your head. And Slytherin will help you on the way to greatness. There's no doubt about that. No" the hat said to him slowly.

"Please, not Slytherin....anything but Slytherin" Harry begged.

"Well, if you're sure. Better be.... Grynffindor!" the hat shouted making the whole Grynffindor clap and cheer for him as he walked towards the Grynffindor table.

"We got Potter! We got Potter" Fred and George yelled excitedly.

Now you are alone. All your friends in different houses and so was your brother.

Your hands started to sweat, you wiped your wet hands on your robe.

"Y/n Potter"

The Great Hall became silent as a grave. Silence without any sound made. It's like every existence on this earth disappears. You swallowed slowly.

People stared at you as if you were an endangered animal. The last and most extinct animal in the world.

Professor McGonagall sent you a reassuring smile but you could see there was something in her eyes. Fond over someone who reminds her of someone.

McGonagall felt herself jerk when she saw you. You look like Lily Potter. She almost had a second heart attack when the Lily Potter clone was in front of her, first when she saw Harry, she could see James Potter and now you, she could see her in you.

Meanwhile the professor who wore all black, had long black hair and had a grumpy face was suddenly overwhelmed with guilt. seeing you there is like seeing Lily Evans for the first time. His old childhood friend whom he betrayed.

You sit and the Sorting Hat is placed on your head.

"another Potter. But you are very different from your twin. You get this slightest mischief in yourself. Loyal and like to know about other things and yet you are eager to know everything. Defensive and protective of loved ones. Bold and brave to speak up. Shy but you dare to come out of your shell. Always help people in need. Judging people from the inside rather than the outside" the hat describes.

"Really? Well- heh, there's no need to describe me more." you said, cheekily.

"oh, you're cheeky too. Prefer to stay positive but chose to do negative things. Not something harmful, i hope." the hat continued.

"Well- no need to gaslight me like that" you flustered shyly.

"Hmm, I see. I think this house suits you.... Slytherin!" the hat shouted.

"What?" Ron looked at Harry in disbelief.

Harry looked at you in disbelief. How come his sister is in a different house with him? Aren't twins always together? Like Fred and George. They are in the same house. But why you and him not? Harry felt betrayed.

You sighed with relief and walked towards the Slytherin table who looked at her speechlessly. Crowley smiled cheekily as he offered you to sit between Dhani and him.

You sit between them. The Slytherin is speechless. Even Draco Malfoy was stunned by that. Not to mention that all the professors looked at you in disbelief including the grumpy professor.

Aziraphale smiled widely as he clapped his hands excitedly, cheering for you. He's the only one cheering for you at the Hufflepuff table while the others are still processing what happened.

"Oh! congratulations, Y/n!" Aziraphale congrats.

Crowley looked at you knowingly.

"Told ya, you're definitely a Slytherin with a mouth like that." Crowley said.

Dhani nodded her head. "first Potter to be in Slytherin"

"sorry, first?" you looked at her questioningly.

"all Potters are Grynffindor. Guess, not all have to be the same" Dhani simply said.

"WE GOT POTTER IN SLYTHERIN" cheered the unnamed senior proudly.

Suddenly all of Slytherin cheered on you. You shifted in your seat and nodded your thanks to them shyly. Some of them shook your hand excitedly while some of them introduced themselves to you.

"the name Seth Schiff, nice to meet ya," introduced the senior as he shook your hand eagerly.

"Potter in Slytherin. Man, what a day" said one older Asian student, probably a last year student.

He wears a Slytherin robe, his light brown hair is neatly combed, he has a smugness on his face. His skin is tan, eyes dark brown. He looked at you with a smirk.

"Nazim Razak, seventh year senior" he pressed the 'senior' sentence with a show off.

"uh, Y/n Potter. Of course you know me" you scratched the back of your neck.

Crowley glared at Nazim while Dhani sharpened her look at him. Nazim just ignore the two.

Nazim chuckled. "of course I know who you and your twin are. The twins who lived, isn't it? My my. Your twin is in Grynffindor and you are in Slytherin. Maybe there will be a rivalry there." Nazim said, his Malaysian Accent is showing thickly.

'what the hell is this guy talking about?' you thought displeased.

"But, how does it feel to be in the house where the ma-"

"Shut it, Razak before I report you for taunting a junior student on the first day to Professor Snape" said one older senior who is also a first year but what makes him different is that he wears a 'Headboy' badge on his chest.

You looked at him thankfully.

"argh, it doesn't have to be like that, Holmes. I just want to welcome her" Nazim reasoned.

"You clearly deliberately made her feel threatened" Dhani said, dull eyes looking at Nazim's brown eyes.

Nazim shivered at the look the junior girl gave him.

He backed away from his seat. "tsk tsk, Snape" he muttered.

You looked at the Headboy who defended you. He seems as if nothing happened as he looked towards the Ravenclaw table.

"thank you, uh.. Headboy of Slytherin" you said nervously.

Crowley snorted "aha!" he supported.

"Headboy of Slytherin? Really?" the headboy looked at you in disbelief.

"Well, I didn't know your name. You didn't even tell me" you defended.

"Mycroft Holmes" he introduced.

"Holmes? Like Sherlock Holmes?" you replied

"you know my brother?" Mycroft now looks at you.

"yes. He insulted my brain." You replied.

"That's Sherlock Holmes for you" Mycroft muttered.

"wha- are you.." you stammered. Seriously, is Holmes really like this? At least Sherlock said apologies.

"Ngk, just let him be, Potter. He is Headboy. He has a lot of work to do than deal with us" Crowley said.

[zorceus]

Name: Thorn "Knight" Dreddmare

Gender: male

Age: 18

Hair color: bright teal

Eye color: light blue

Height: 5'02

Weight: 126 pounds

Nationality: British-Canadian

Strengths: - necromancer abilities

- A select few abilities from the Goddess of Apocalypse

Appearance: - triple braids

- heavy eye bags

- Light blue eyes

- Combination of school uniform and streetwear

Inventory: a family locket of him and Rosalyne.

Biography: Thorn Dreddmare is the younger brother of Rosalyne, becoming a part of their family when Rosalyne was ten years of age. Thorn always followed his big sister around and would always do things with her.

Thorn would go to a private school, which resulted in him being sent overseas for a year. Being seperated from his family caused stress on Thorn, who would be sent back after getting sickly during his time. Before he could depart back to Canada, a strange priest approached him and gave him a jar containing what appeared to be an ash-like substance. The priest told Thorn that if he consumed this substance, he would cure his illness faster. Thorn believed him, which resulted in him taking these strange substance after he entered the ship to go home.

During the ride back home, Thorn was plagued with horrific stomach cramps, dry heaving, and hunger. Anything he ate, he vomitted back up as everything tasted rotten and disgusting to his taste buds now. When a woman came by to check on him, Thorn lunged at her, now craving the flesh of humans.

Thorn would kill three people on the ship, doing whatever he could to eat, as he had consumed the remnants of the Goddess of Apocalypse given to him by that priest. All food tasted rotten to him, except for the now irresistable taste for blood and flesh. Thorn would be apprehended, but managed to escape when he was able to use the left over bodies to reanimate them, distracting everyone so he could finally escape back home.

When Rosalyne found Thorn at her doorstep covered in blood, she would run away from home with him, as she was training at the Organization's training facility. During her years working at the organization, Thorn was kept under close watch alongside the other rehabilitated cryptids. Nothing was able to cure Thorn, even the head doctors knew that Goddess remnants were consumed by him, and could find nothing to cure Thorn.

After Rosalyne began to defect from the Organization, she would break Thorn out, taking him with her to form the Six Wings of Iris. Thorn would go by the name Thorn Knight, so he would protect Rosalyne's identity as her brother. Thorn would play his role as a member of Rosalyne's group, he would reanimate corpses to do her bidding, and in return, she would feed Thorn people she deemed unworthy to be part of her acension as a future goddess.

Detailed appearance: Thorn "Dreddmare" Knight is a shorter young man with a light skin tone and light blue eyes with heavy eyebags underneath. He wears his former school uniform consisting of a black shirt with a white collar and a light blue cardigan on top. He wears a green belt with dark blue jeans with red cuffs at the bottom. Thorn wears black and white dress shoes with white clips. He wears a green jacket that is kept open at all times with red fabric at the ends of his sleeves. Thorn has long, bright teal hair tied into three braids that are tied with red bows at the ends. His bangs are puffy and wavy.

Personality: Thorn "Dreddmare" Knight is a quiet individual who would rather keep to himself not because he is an inteovert, bit because he believes he is a danger to those around him. Because he has been infused with remnants of the Goddess of Apocalypse, Thorn has moments where he is unstable, these moments happen when he is incredibly hungry for flesh. Thorn has been plagued with guilt and grief over the pain he has caused and has held onto a grudge against Acanthus for giving him the Goddess remnants. He is protective of Rosalyne, he wants her to fulfill her mission without anyone interfering with it. He looks up to his sister, adopting more feminine mannerisms from her due to her being the one who cared for him most.

Trivia:

- Thorn's birthday is August 29th, his zodiac is Virgo.

- Thorn's favorite food used to be cupcakes.

- Thorn's favorite drink used to be lemonade.

- Because of being infused with the remnants of the Goddess of Apocalypse, Thorn cannot taste any of his favorite foods anymore.

- Thorn goes by the last name "Knight" so that he distances himself from Rosalyne so he doesn't recieve special treatment from the Six Wings of Iris members.

- Unlike Rosalyne, Thorn has a british accent.

- Thorn goes by the last name, "Knight" so he could distance himself from Rosalyne.

- Thorn's appatite for flesh is so strong, that he can digest bone.

- Rosalyne grew fond of Ashe, because he reminded her of Thorn as a child.